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âWhat?!â
The hero looked to Nuvian with a very puzzled expression, the half-elf bard just smirked a bit and gave him a wink. Up until now he was the model of virtue, always helping the hero make the right choice so the people would love him. Telling the best stories so his path stayed trueâŚso the works coming out of his mouth right now were jarring at best.
âYes, let me toy with him for a while. I think I can get three or four weeks. Two months if I use this new healing spell Iâve been trying to learn on the side. Oh I think his screams will be wonderfulâŚa symphony for the soul if you will.â
Nuvian smile as he moved the villain over to make sure his heart was still bleeding and offering some stabilization without waking him up. The hero was just dumbfounded at the moment.
âIâŚI was just going to kill him.â
Nuvian didnât even look back as he made sure to search the Villainâs pockets and remove everything but enough clothes to leave his modesty intact. He moved like he was an expert at this, like it had been done a hundred times and this was simply business as usual. Even his tone was as light and warm as it ever has been.
âOh, I know, but that was never the plan my dear friend. This was the plan. This has always been the plan.â
The rest of the party was recovering. They had all been just hurt enough to have to stay behind for the final battle leaving only the hero and his trusty bard to face the boss alone. None of them grievously injuredâŚbut just enough so they wouldnât be at full so they werenât strong enough to walk through the barrier.
âThe Plan? You need to talk to me Nuvian. I want you to explain everything right now!â
The Hero panicked, had he just been manipulated this entire time? Were his motivation his own? PanicâŚworryâŚdread. He said heâd never be a puppet again. Not since escaping slavery.
âOh it was simple. Keep you good, get you strong and get to the villain. Kill him, wonât help you feel better. You know it needs to be done though. If you did this, youâd lose part of yourself. Which is fine. Youâve only killed monsters up to this point, mindless hunks of meat that deal out constant aggression. They have no emotions, no anything. They are easy to kill. Sentient beings on the other hand, well that isnât you cup of tea. Donât worry, your quest was yours alone, I didnât need to make you do anything. I was just along to get to this point.â
At this point the Hero didnât even notice Nuvian hoist the Villain up on their horse and secure them to the saddle. The bard then turned to his friend and walked over to put a hand on his shoulder. The Heroâs eyes locked with his friend and oddly enough he found comfort in them. This was the man who had saved his life, who sang by the fire at night to quell the restless spirits that banded together to remove the Villain from power. He was there, it couldnât have all been a lie could it?
âListen, you arenât the only one this bastard has hurt. On top of that he knows things, things no one but me knows he knows. So I want some answers. I get to have fun while I rip them from his flesh. Iâm a nice person my dear Hero but Iâm not a good one. Do you remember the corrupt mayor that we punished last year?â
The Hero nodded and then froze.
âWhat did you do to him? We left him in a jail cell and moved on. The city was supposed to do what they neededâŚbut then you had business. IâŚI watched you get on a boat and leave. We met up a month later.â
Nuvian just smile and squeezed his friendâs shoulder. He then motioned for him to sit down in the batter throne they found the villain on while Nuvian sat in the stewards spot.
âWell, I did have business, but I just had the ship drop me down the river and I looped around back. I then hunted down every noble that supported the Mayor, I tortured them to make sure there were no hidden secrets, and then I tortured the mayor till his body gave out. I did some of my best work. A demon actually came up from hell to have me autograph a square of his flesh after his body gave out and his soul hit its final destination. It was really an honor. Shows Iâm on the right path. Most polite pit fiend Iâve ever met. Didnât use my real name of course, not that stupid. We had a laugh over it, all in all a great time.â
The Hero was still stunned but honestly he didnât feel bad about it. He didnât give the go ahead for this, but he knew if anyone deserved those fates it was that pedophile mayor and his lackies. Reason was starting to return, and the more Nuvian talked the more the Hero realized that it wasnât that he didnât know his friend, he just didnât know ALL of his friend and that was okay because he was finding out now.
âAlright, if that is what you want to do Iâm not going to argue or stop you. Come find me when you are done though okay, I want to take you out to the tavern for a drink.â
Nuvian just chuckled and brought his friend in for a hug. He knew the Hero wasnât naive and thus why he was chosen as a traveling partner and one to help him get to his goal. Find, capture, break and then murder the Villain. The process took three years, but three years of well spent effort.
âDeal.â
The bard said as they parted ways and he turned to head out of the place before the rest of the party could try and press their morals upon them. Nuvian could only chuckle as he head the Villain groan in pain. Oh it was going to be SO much worse in just a dayâs timeâŚhe couldnât wait.
'You can't kill him!' 'Ugh I am so sick of this idea that killing this monster would make me just as bad as he is!' 'What? No I'm saying I can keep him alive for DAYS while I torture him' 'âŚ'
#writers#writers on tumblr#writing prompts#writeblr#writing inspiration#Writer#Fantasy#Magic#Lawful Evil#UnknownOgre
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i have a star wars fic idea floating around my brain that is just a time travel fic centering around bodhi rook where part of the explanation for a suddenly-force-sensitive-bodhi is "the monster tore parts of me out and maybe that made more space for the force to fill in the gaps"
#fic ideas#star wars#rogue one#bodhi rook#mark this down for fics i'll likely never write#mostly bc the star wars fandom a) intimidates the fuck out of me#and b) i'm not even that big of a star wars fan??#i'm a casual fan at best#i do love a good time travel fic though#vague premise is bodhi waking up in the past and being like ??????? i think i have to warn the jedi and maybe save the galaxy idk#and just being an anxious mess about it the entire time#and maybe running into clone wars era obi-wan or anakin idk#wanting to melt into the ground and give up the entire time but keeping going on sheer momentum at this point#why am i thinking about rogue one again#something about bodhi's character just lives rent free in my brain u know#like doing the right thing and helping and being punished for it by torture AND losing your entire people/city#and gritting your teeth and continuing to do the right thing#what higher cost can you even pay?#you've already lost yourself. you've already lost your home. what are you fighting for?#your people? you already lose them. but here's some new ones and you follow them knowing you're going to lose them too#nothing is left but to try and help a bunch of strangers you have no tie to#to try give their story a happier ending than your own#idk just like. he's a wet cat of a character but there's a steel core to it as well y'know??#just tickles me
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No Nut November
Multiple character headcannons
Authors note: this is the only November post yâall r getting so hahahahahhaahah. I rushed this just today so say thank you. Bye bye. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warning: kinda suggestive but like yâall donât do anything.
âYou know what time of month it is, right baby?â
You asked your boyfriend, all while adjusting your makeup in mirror a cheeky smile on your face taking a quick glance at him sitting down on your bed watching you intensely.
ââŚitâs not our anniversary, is it?â He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
âWhat? No, Iâm talking about it being NovemberâŚyâknow? No Nut November?â
He visibly shifts in his seat. He knew what you were going to ask him.
âyou think you can last the month? Im willing to bet on it.â
The type to not even last a day
âMan thatâs light work! I could easily last a month if I wanted toâ"
He failed.
âOkay but itâs not my fault. Y-you decided to wear that out, not me!â
âYou say it like I purposely did it to make you lose..â
âBecause you did!â
Heâs not accepting the fact that he lost on the day you challenged him.
Do you know how embarrassing that is?
Imagine how badly heâs gonna get teased by all his mates if they ever find out he couldnât help but bust one on you!
âYou better keep this between just us..â
Should he really be saying that when heâs the one who started tearing off your clothes and tossing them aside?
Should he really be saying that when heâs the one who pleaded for just a few minutes to enjoy you?
Should he really be saying that whenâ
âWhyâre you looking at me like that!â
You were looking at him like he was an idiot. You really couldnât believe what he was saying.
Was it really that bad he didnât last that long?
I mean itâs sort of flattering to you, seeing that your boyfriend could get so turned on from just you wearing a nice outfit.
âBecause you just sound stupid why canât you admit you lost and call it a day?â You huff.
âBecause it doesnât count!â
He pouts, crossing his arms in annoyance, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he turns away from you on the bed where you both lay bare, slick with each otherâs essences from your priorâŚactivities.
âAnd itâs stupid. This whole no nut November nonsense is stupid! I mean who would even come up with that kind of torture? why would someone want to restrict themselves from such a bliss that-"
You spend the rest of that evening listening to the poor guy complaining about how November is a stupid month.
Characters: REIGEN, Tenegn, Eren, Reiner, Hinata, Oikawa, BOKUTO, MAMMON, Leviathan, ASMODEUS, ITTO, kaeya, RAFAYEL (any character you like)
The type to last a week
âYou sure you wanna bet on that? Yâknow before we started dating I wasnât the kind of guy who needed Intimacy in their lifeâŚ"
He totally regrets saying those things because now theyâre just gnawing at him.
This is all your fault, you hear him?
You- you did something to him okay?
Never in his life has he felt soâŚsoâŚ
Vulnerable?
Jesus, this was suppose to be a walk in the park so why do you suddenly look so...sexy?
You were just watching TV, but the way you curled up on the couch made your thighs press together in a way that was hard to ignore.
And that shirt of yours?
It was barely hanging on your shoulder, giving him a peek at your bra strap, while your hand rested on your stomach, revealing just enough skin.
Damn, even the way you bit your lips without realizing it was driving him wildâhe couldnât handle a whole month of this!
He was so caught up in you that he didnât even notice how his body was inching closer.
It wasnât until you turned to him, your noses almost touching, that he realized it.
Did you eyes always look so beautiful?
And your lipsâŚthey never looked this soft before.
â..youâre so gorgeous baby, is this some kind of punishment?..â
He gently cups your cheek, his lips almost brushing against yours when suddenlyâ
âWhat are you doing?â
This snaps him out of his trance before a deep blush spread across his face.
âI-I..I dunno? You just- well I thoughtâŚâ
Yeah he sure as hell was thinking.
Thinking of all the ways he could have you!
He lets out a small whine, his brows knitting together in frustration.
âCan we justâŚnot do this challenge anymoreâŚplease?â
I mean if heâs talking to you like that, who are you to say no?
Besides you could always justâŚedge him a lil right?
Characters: REIGEN (again), SERIZAWA, Rengoku, Armin, Jean, BOKUTO (again), CHOSO, Beelzebub, DIAVOLO, ITTO (again), Thoma, LIAOS (any character you like)
The type to barely last the whole month
âWhy would you want to do that? We both know youâre not gonna make it."
âWell the challenge is for you! Not me!â
â...but my point still stands.â
His point sure as hell did stand and it hurt you to admit that he was right!
Already 17 days in and he hadnât budged an inch.
How was this man still going??
You even tried to sabotage him, sitting on his lap only for him to laugh and gently push you off.
Kissing up his neck with your arms around his waist while he made dinner only for him to ask you to grab some spices.
Even you making crude dirty jokes, only for him to blush slightly and brush you off!
This was just getting ridiculous and now you were looking like the needy one!
âFor someone who wanted me to take on this challenge, it seems like youâre the one feeling it the most.â
You shoot him a glare.
You were annoyed he was right.
Annoyed that he could still tease you, fully damn aware of what you wanted!
âYou can hold out for another 13 days canât you, sweetheart? I promise Iâll make it worth your while.â
What you didnât realize was that these last few days were weighing on your boyfriend too.
He was doing a great job of hiding it when you were around, but when he was aloneâ
âShitâŚâ
He slammed his fist against the bathroom wall at work a growing tightness forming in his pants.
You just loved to tease, didnât you?
Couldnât you see this was driving him crazy too?
And to think you could send him suchâŚthings while heâs at work!
âDamn thisâŚâ
He was going to get his revenge; mark his words. Once this month wraps up, he was going to have his way with you.
And so he did yippee!! đ
Characters: Giyuu, Kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, kuroo, IWAIZUMI, Akaashi, Ushijima, SUNA, Osamu, Geto, NANAMI, Lucifer, Satan, SOLOMON, Ayato, DILUC, Neuvillette, Writhoesley, ZHONGLI, Sylus, Zayne (any character you like)
The type to say they lasted the whole month (he jerked off)
âBabe come on, we both know I have some self restraint when it comes to you.â
âDo we?â
He shoots you a sharp look.
âYes. We do. And I find it quite offensive you donât believe I can last a simple 30 days without sex-"
You had to break it to him he couldnât touch himself.
âI-I canât?!â
Sure it was a lil surprising to him to hear that he couldnât flick his tip and buss one little nut, but hey!
That wasnât going to stop him!
I mean how would you ever find out he touched himself if you werenât there, huh?
Simple as that!
âYouâre...strangely happy today...something good happen?â
A few days had gone by since the challenge started, and November was finally winding down, which felt like a relief after those tough days.
The main reason for the struggle was your boyfriendâs constant whining about how his âbody craved some kind of touchâanything!â
Now all of a sudden heâs happy days and roses.
You were suspicious.
âWho wouldnât be? 30 days of war are finally over! Told you I could last.â
You give him a weird look.
It was almost too obvious that he had done something. That smirk was unmistakableâthe same one he wore when he knew heâd crossed a line!
The same one he flashed when heâs trying to keep his secrets under wraps!
âYou failed didnât you.â
âW-what! Whereâd ya get that idea?â
He finally admits to you after a while of back and forth he failed a few days after the night you challenged him.
At least he lasted a week in?
Characters: Dimple, Sanemi, TENGEN, Connie, Nishinoya, Ukai, Tendou, ATSUMU, GOJO, Toji, MAMMON (again), Belphagor, CHILDE, kaeya (again), CHILCHUCK, Rafayel (again) (any character you like)
#x reader#gojo smut#smut#aot smut#genshin x reader#genshin smut#itto smut#geto smut#jjk smut#haikyuu smut#bokuto smut#kaeya smut#obey me smut#demon slayer smut#reigen smut#giyuu smut#reiner smut#atsumu smut#choso smut#nanami smut#choso x reader#reigen x reader#gojo x reader#rengoku x reader#wriothesely smut#tsukishima smut#sub men#sub choso#love in deepspace#rafayel smut
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kiss it better
Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?
contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.
Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.
your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.
your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.
being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.
you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.
and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.
âbaby, iâm coming inside, okay?â suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.
âsuguru, no-â
he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.
you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.
âi told you to leave me alone, suguru.â you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.
he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.
âyou think breaking up with me would solve the problem?â he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.
you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. âit's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.â
he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. âiâm distracting you?â your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. âcome on. i know you're mad. punish me then.â
âsuguru-â
âi always tell you that iâm here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.â his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. âdon't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.â
âsuguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.â the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. âi donât want to take it out on you when iâm clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and iâm not enough. i can't be enough for you if iâm like this-â
once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.
all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.
to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.
âcome on, princess. just like that.â he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. âcome on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.â
âf-fuck you, suguruâŚâ you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.
âthat's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.â he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. âyou're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?â
"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.
you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.
he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. âdo i make you cry, princess? because iâm better? in studies⌠and even in fucking you?â
that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. âshut up⌠sh-shut upâŚâ
âthat all you got?â he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. âyou're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-â
a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.
the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.
âfuck, babyâŚâ he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. âfuck y-yeah⌠do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate meâŚâ
you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.
âyouâre so worked up for all your studies, and for what?â he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.
âfuck you, sugu⌠f-fuck youâŚâ
âdoing so well for me, baby.â he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. âyou can do more than that, don't you?â
your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.
âohh, f-fuck!â the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.
suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.
he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.
your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.
he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguruâs chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.
âiâm cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gonâ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hellâŚâ
he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.
âsuguru! ahh! hhk-â your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.
he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.
his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. âstill mad, baby?â
you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. ânot anymore. iâm sorry, did i hit you too hard?â
suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. âi fucking loved it, baby.â
he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.
suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. âyou're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?â he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. âdon't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.â suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. âand i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.â
đââď¸ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#suguru geto#jjk fic#geto suguru#jjk fluff#gojo satoru#ryomen sukuna#he's so hot god help#geto suguru x reader#suguru smut#jujutsu kaisen suguru#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#geto x reader#jjk geto#geto suguru smut#jujutsu geto#jjk suguru#getou suguru x reader#suguru geto smut#suguru fluff#geto fluff#geto smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen au#Spotify#âtaste of sky âď¸
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Punished*
Summary:Â The one where you've been a brat to your dominant, Harry, and he's finally had enough.
Word Count: 5k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, degradation, spanking, voyerism, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap (6 years but not explicitly mentioned), exhibitionsim if you squint
Right about now, somewhere across town, Professor Styles is pulling your panties out of his pocket.
If youâre correct, heâll be standing in the lecture hall, giving his opening remarks for his Applied Mathematics class, and reaching for his favorite pen. Heâll dip into his pocket, feel the silky fabric against his fingertips, and heâll know.
And you will be royally and magnificently fucked.
Because around the time he realizes just what it is that youâve snuck into his jacket, heâll also realize that it means you are somewhere across town not wearing any underwear at all.
And heâll be fucking furious.
But thatâs why you did it. Itâs what he deserved. After spending all evening torturing you, teasing you, edging you, and taunting youâŚhe left you. Gave you exactly 0 orgasms by the time you went to bed, claiming you didnât deserve any after being such a brat all day.
In your defense, you werenât a brat. No, you didnât exactly do the few things heâd asked of you. And no, you didnât communicate with him that you were struggling with your essay and feeling stressed and overwhelmed. But you figured an orgasm would help fix a lot of that. Instead, he left you with none.
You felt rather proud of yourself as you subtly and effortlessly dropped your panties into the pocket while you kissed him goodbye. Knowing heâd be pissed and that heâd punish you for it. You secretly hoped heâd pull them out in front of the whole class. Or in front of the other faculty.
Either way, you knew the text was coming. And when your phone pings as youâre leaving your own class, you canât help but smile.Â
Youâre in big fucking trouble, little one.
You bite your lip with glee as you head across campus. You donât answer his message and you certainly donât apologize. After all, the day is far from through.Â
Around four, you return to his apartment. His office hours arenât over until five and then he has a faculty meeting which will keep him out until seven. Itâs hard some days to be away from him for so long. You miss him. Itâs even worse that he doesnât work at the same university you attend, so thereâs not even the slightest chance that youâll catch a glimpse of him during the day.Â
It bothers you more than youâd like to admit. And maybe thatâs why you like to challenge him. Because at least if heâs upset and punishing you, heâs paying attention. You donât want to settle into a routine where he comes home, gives you a quick fuck and a kiss, and falls asleep.Â
Or even worseâŚends the agreement altogether.
You want to know youâre interesting enough to keep around. That you make this relationship worth it for him. He wants to be dominant. And you want to be his submissive. And even if that means getting spanked and edged from time to timeâŚthatâs okay.
So, once you get back to his place, you make a plan. He isnât too upset yet. He needs a push. A gentle nudge.
And you know exactly how to nudge him.
You find his portable security camera, the one he only sets up when heâs out of town and away from the apartment. You bring it into the bedroom and then you turn it on. You know itâll send him a notification that itâs active and that itâs sensed movement. From there, heâll be able to open the app on his phone and see everything the camera does.
Which will be you.
On the bed.
Naked.
And touching yourself.
Breaking his favorite rule.
He wonât be able to do anything about it, either. Between office hours and faculty meetings, he wonât have time to send you a chastising text. He wonât have time to warn you or threaten you.Â
But he will be able to watch. You know he will. Even if he has to pull it up behind a notebook, his eyes will be glued to the screen and the thought alone makes you giddy.
You set the camera on the dresser, giving him the perfect view of where you plan to sit against the headboard. You strip off your shirt and skirt, but thereâs no need to discard of your underwearâhe already knows where it is.Â
You crawl onto the mattress, and you settle yourself into the collection of pillows. You find your favorite dildo and you spread your legs and you look directly into the lens.Â
Then, you smile.
You start slow, first by rubbing your clit, and settling into the sensation. Praying that Harry is somewhere watching right now. Then you start to tease yourself. One fingerâŚthen two. Slowly thrusting them into your cunt until you can add a third. The sounds are wet and delicious, and you moan his name even though he canât hear you.
When you finally work yourself up to the dildo, youâre shaking. It doesnât take long for you to cumâtwice. Making a mess on his bed and on your thighs that you donât exactly plan to clean up just yet. And after a quick breakâŚyou go back for round three before finally tapping out.
And once youâre through and feeling rather victorious, you wait.
However, waiting proves rather difficult once eight oâclock hits and heâs still not home. Then eight becomes nine and you donât even have so much as a text.Â
And you realize not much later that heâs turned the tables.
Not only does he have the upper hand, but heâs using that hand to squeeze you out. To make you sit and sweat and bite the ends of your fingernails. He wants you to realize that heâs won. Even after everything you did today, heâs still won and heâs going to continue winning and you are undoubtedly fucked.
So, when the door finally opens about fifteen minutes later, your heart drops to your ass.
He strides in rather calmly. He tosses his keys into the bowl by the hallway. He slips off his large coat. He loosens his tie. And then he heads to the bar for a bottle of scotch.
He pours himself a drink and he doesnât look at you as you sit on the sofa and wait anxiously for his reaction. He doesnât offer you a hello. He doesnât glare or even smirk. He keeps his back to you, and he takes two very deliberate sips.
FinallyâŚhe turns around.
He leans against the counter and begins to roll his sleeves up to his arms. Then, he crosses them over his chest, and in a gentle murmur says, âHi.â
Desperate to please and to move the scene along, you scoot to the edge of the couch and place your hands in your lap. âHi, Sir.â
He hums. Soft. Amused. âSir, hm?â
You nod. âYes. You are Sir, arenât you?â
âYes,â he echoes. âBut you certainly didnât treat me like one today, did you?â
You resist the urge to smile. âWhat do you mean, Sir?â
He pushes off the bar and takes one step closer. Then, he reaches into his pocket and pulls your panties free, dangling them from his finger. âWhy were these left in my coat today, little one?â
âOhâŚwere they?â You bat your lashes. âOops. I guess I forgot where I put them.â
âIs that so?â
âYes, Sir.â
He takes another step. âAnd does that mean you were in class all day without any?â
You shyly glance toward your lap. âMaybe.â
âMaybe?â
ââŚyes, Sir.â
âI see.â He puts them back in his pocket. âSo, like a little fucking whore, you paraded around campus in nothing but a short skirt with no goddamn panties just to piss me off?"
"...yes, Sir."
"Did you touch yourself during class?"
You blink up at him. "I thought about it. But I waited until I was in my car during lunch."
His expression grows harder. "So you touched yourself twice today. Without asking my permission for either one."
"That's right, Sir."
"And you wanted me to find your panties while I was teaching, then, didnât you?â
âYes.â
âTo mock me.â
âNo, Sir.â
âNo?â
You shift and offer him your best pout. âI only wanted your attention, Daddy.â
âYou have it.â He nods his chin at you. âBut thatâs not all you wanted, is it?â
You clear your throat. âWhat do you mean, Professor?â
He reaches now into his other pocket, pulling out his phone and hitting a few buttons before flipping the screen toward you.
And there you are. On the bed. Writhing, moaning. Coming.
Harry looks at you. âYou went through quite a bit of trouble to make sure Iâd see this, didnât you?â
You bite your lip.
âIn fact, not only did you want me to see you disobeying my rule, you wanted to rub it in my face. Wanted me to get caught watching you in front of all my colleagues and students.â He clicks the phone off. âIsnât that right?â
He wants your honesty and even though youâre tempted not to give it to himâŚyou need to see him upset.
You straighten up and look him dead in the eye. âThatâs right, Sir.â
He leans back and studies you. Heâs fighting a smirk now, but that mischievous green gives everything away. âBecause you wanted my attention.â
âYes.â
âAnd this is how you thought youâd get it.â
âYes.â
âAnd how is that working for you so far, little one?â
âPretty well, actually. Youâre here, and youâre pissed, soâŚâ
He leans closer. So suddenly, in fact, that it makes a breath catch in your throat and your eyes pop open.
He rests his hands on his knees and stares right through you. âFine,â he agrees in an almost devious purr. âIf you want me to punish you, darling, I will. In fact, Iâd like nothing more than to bend you over my knee right now and feel your skin grow hot from my hand.â
You swallow.
âAnd then, once youâre fucking soaking my trousers, Iâll sit you down and return your generous favor.â He smiles. âAnd youâŚwill thank me for every single spank and every single orgasm. The only words I will hear out of this mouth are, âYes, Sir,â âNo, Sir,â and âThank you, Sir.â Is that understood?â
You nod sheepishly. âYes, Sir.â
âGood.â He straightens up. âYou know what to say if you want to stop, yes?â
âYes, Sir.â
âTell me.â
âYellow or red.â
âGood. And whatâs our safe word if youâd like to pause the dominant, submissive relationship and just be us?â
âSunflower.â
âGood girl.â He reaches for your chin, pinching your cheeks tight between his fingers before forcing your head up. âWhatâs your color right now?â
âGreen, Sir.â
âAnd you understand that my punishment is not a reward for this behavior?â He grips you a touch harder. âJust because Iâm giving you what you want doesnât mean I approve of the means in which you got it?â
Your lashes flutter as you nod in his hold. âI understandâŚSir.â
âBut youâre not the least bit sorryâŚare you?â
Slowly, you shake your head.
He smiles to himself before dipping down once again until his lips are only inches from yours. âI plan to change that.â
Your stomach flips.
With that, he releases you, and nods toward the bedroom. âGo. Wait on the bed. Iâll be in when I feel like it.â
You donât waste another second. You run toward the bed and you sit on the edge and you wait like a good girl. You obey him because you know how badly you want what comes next.
He takes his time. He has another drink. Slips off his shoes. Maybe even answers a few texts. Then, after heâs finished teasing you, he strolls into the bedroom.
He says nothing as he takes a seat beside you on the mattress. He hardly even looks at you. His expression is stoicâunrelenting. The way it always is when heâs slipping further into the punishing dominant role.Â
âCome,â he says, and pats his thigh.Â
You do. You crawl over his lap and lay your stomach over his knees, bare ass eager and waiting.Â
He squeezes your hip. âAre you ready, little one?â
âYes, Sir.â
âGood.â He smooths his palm over the curve of your left cheek before thereâs a sharp smack to the right.Â
You jolt, sucking in a quiet gasp. âThank you, Sir.â
You hear him hum appreciatively. He does it again to the other side this time. Hard. Firm.Â
âThank you, Sir.â
Again and again. Sometimes on the same side, sometimes in a specific pattern. He goes until youâre nearly numb and tears are pooling in your eyes. The same way arousal is pooling between your legs. Exactly the way he wanted.
Because itâs not the pain that does it for you. Itâs his pain. Itâs the knowledge that he trusts you enough to do this. And you trust him enough to let him.
He wants to take the time to punish you and make you a better submissive. And even though you annoy him and challenge him, he wants to keep you around. He isnât going to lose interest.
But most importantly, he enjoys it just as much as you do.
By the fifteenth spankâwith a few moments of rest in-betweenâyouâre raw and undoubtedly very warm. Despite his slight anger, he makes sure to caress your skin and show it a bit of care along with the abuse. He listens closely for your safe word, and he only continues once youâve thanked him. A sign that youâre coherent and still present in the scene.
After a couple more, he stops. âTell me again why Iâm doing this. Let me know that you understand.â
Through a few sniffles, you manage to answer, âBecauseâŚI disobeyed your rule.â
âAnd?â
ââŚand I disobeyed you.â
âAnd?â
âI went to class without any panties.â
âMm.â He seems to huff to himself. âWhat else?â
âI could have embarrassed you in front of your students and colleagues.â
âAnd?â
ââŚand Iâm not sorry about any of it.â You glance over your shoulder. âIâm a bad submissive.â
âYou are,â he agrees. âQuite possibly the worst. My sweet angel became my little devil overnight all because sheâs an attention whore who needs Daddy to constantly put her in her place.â
He reaches for your jaw again and forces your attention on him.
âIs that what you are, darling? A greedy little slut who throws a tantrum anytime her dominant stays out late? You have to disrupt my life, my work, and my students because youâre so cock-dumb and desperate?â
Your heart is racing. The degrading comments make your insides wrench in the best way as you squeeze your thighs together. ââŚyes, Sir.â
âI provide for you,â he continues, pinching your cheeks with a rather unrelenting grip. âI care for you. I work hard to make money just so I can spend it on you. And what do I get in return? A disobedient little fuck-toy that canât follow a single goddamn rule. All because she couldnât tell me she missed me.â
He pulls you up until youâre sitting and your ass begins to throb in pain as youâre forced over the rough fabric of his trousers.
âTell me you missed me,â he demands sharply. âBe a good girl for once and tell me what you really need.â
âYou,â you breathe. âI need you, Professor. I missed you. I wanted you around.â
âWhy didnât you tell me that sooner, huh?â He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck. âWhy did you play games with me?â
You pout. âBecause I like playing with you.â
He scoffs. âYouâre a brat. Youâre a fucking brat and you need to be broken.â
With that, youâre nearly shoved off his lap as he moves to one of the dressers to search for something.
Handcuffs.
You already know what comes next and even though you know you wonât like itâŚyou canât help but feel just a little excited.
âMove to the headboard,â he says. âHands on the bars.â
You scoot into position, wrists firm against the poles as he tightens the cuffs and makes sure theyâre nice and snug.Â
In this position, he can do anything he wants. He can fuck you, he can taste you, he can have both holes at once. And you canât do anything but let him.Â
Once youâre where he wants you, he gets off of the bed, and begins to unbutton his fancy shirt.
You enjoy the show. In fact, you practically drool as you watch those long, nimble fingers pop each button on the way down. The way the fabric slides against his tan, tattooed skin before dropping down his arms and onto the floor. The way he tugs on his belt before undoing his pants and letting those go as well.
And there he is. Clad in nothing more than his briefs, that beautiful, gorgeous body on display. He puts in quite a bit of time to keep up his appearance and stamina. If heâs not teaching and heâs not with you, heâs at the gym. He runs, he does yoga, he plays basketball. Heâs a very fit man and you honestly canât believe how lucky you are to reap the rewards of his hard work.
Your lips part, ready to call for him. Your eyes feel heavy with lust and your legs are practically trembling. You part them in anticipation as he drops his briefs and puts a firm hand around his cock.
He strokes himself a few times before he grabs his phone. You stare like youâre in heat and maybe you are because fuck, the way his tip is so red and swollen and absolutely delicious. And his hand, his glorious hand. Nothing has ever looked so good. The way he squeezes and pumps. The way his thighs flex as he walks back toward the lounge chair in the corner of the room to sit. The way the tattoos move with every thrust.
You blink. âWaitâŚwhat are you doing?â
His eyes snap to yours. âDid I say you could speak?â
ââŚno, butââ
âExcuse me?â
You exhale sharply. âNo, Sir.â
âNo.â He leans back, one hand still around his cock while the other rotates his phone until he can watch the screen clearly. âWhat I am doing is returning your favor.â
Your brows furrow.
âSeeâŚyou wanted to touch yourself. Without me,â he explains almost smugly. âYou wanted to torture me. When I couldnât do anything about it. When I couldnât touch you or feel you or taste you. So, Iâm following your lead. Iâm letting you watch. Iâm letting you see everything that youâre missing.â
And you realize then. You understand. You understand and you fucking hate it because this is so much worse than what you were imagining.
âHarryâŚHarry, waitââ
He clicks his tongue and shoots you a startling look of waning. âWhat did I say?â
You whimper. âSir, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, I made a mistake. I was justâŚI missed you and Iââ
âI donât care,â he says before he hits a button on his phone and the speakers come alive with the sound of your voice. âYou get to watch me while I get to watch you. And itâs a shame. Because now I have to waste it on myself instead of filling that sweet pussy the way you love.â
You whine again but itâs lost beneath the sounds of your pants coming from his phone. He doesnât look at the real you. He looks at the disobedient version on the screen. The one with spread legs and a rather pornographic moan that almost embarrasses you.
He fists himself in the kind of way that makes every glorious muscle in his arm flex and tighten. Itâs cruel how he makes you wait here, calling his name. Unable to do for him what heâs doing for himself.
âLook at you,â he exhales, lashes fluttering as he stares at your performance. âStretching your little cunt with your fingers. Bet it felt good, didnât it?â
âYesâŚyes, Sirââ
âDid you think of me, little devil? Did you think of my fingers when you were fucking your little pussy. Did you pretend they were mine?â
You nod so fast, your head aches. âYes, Sir.â
âI bet.â He squeezes the tip and hisses before moving back down. His chest is heaving, skin practically glowing beneath the lamp beside him. Heâs beautiful like this. Jaw clenched and thighs spread. âI imagined your voice when I was in my meeting, watching. Didnât have the sound onâŚbut I knew. I know your sounds. Play them in my head on a loop.â
You yank on the cuffs and you donât care that theyâre cutting into your wrists. What heâs doing hurts so much more.
âAnd that fucking dildo,â he continues. He groans softly and his hips lift. âYet another toy you arenât meant to use without me. But there you are. Taking it so well. All the way, hm? Like itâs nothing.â
You need him to look at you. Heâs so close and you justâŚyou need him to put his eyes on your body and see the way youâre dying without him. Itâs warm in his light and you think you might disappear if he doesnât look at you just once before he finishes.Â
âItâs such a shame,â he murmurs. âSuch a shame that youâd rather have silicone than my cock.â
You sniffle. âDaddy, noââ
âAnd if thatâs what you want, thatâs what youâll get. For the next week, if I decide you get to cum, Iâll use the toy. And then Iâll let you watch as I finish myself off alone.â Finally, he looks up, and you want to wilt. âOr maybe Iâll use a toy, too. Maybe the fleshlight we got.â
Tears dance down your cheeks. You wish he was inside of you right now. Fucking you, stretching you. Pressing down on the bulge in your belly so you can really feel him. His hand is nothing compared to your pussy and you both know it.
âProfessor, pleaseââ
âUh-uh,â he tuts. âNo. You donât get to cry. You donât get to beg or feel sorry. You asked for this. You wanted to hurt me. To be punished and be noticed. So, Iâm noticing you, darling. And what Iâve noticed is that Iâve been far too lenient with you.â
You squeeze your thighs in an attempt for relief, but it does nothing and he knows it.
âSee, I thought you were good.â He rests his head back against the chair, overcome with pleasure, and you know heâs trying hard to hold out. âI thoughtâŚthat when I asked you to do something, you did it. That if you needed meâŚif you needed to cumâŚyou talked to me. You followed our rule and you obeyed. But clearly I donât punish you enough if you think slipping your panties into my coat is a fun little game.â
âSirâŚSir, I donât, Iâmââ
âOr maybe theyâre just the wrong sort of punishments,â he barrels on. âWhat you really wanted was to be spanked and tied up. Maybe even wanted me to use my belt, hm? Be rough with you? Make you cry? And I gave it to you. Because Iâm a good dominant. But I need to be a better one. And a better dominant makes sure his submissive learns her lessons.â
You try to sit up. Catch his eye again. Plead with him. Because you donât like where this is going.
âStarting now, your punishment will hurt. It will teach. If you so much as roll your eyes when I speak to you, Iâll have you sleeping in the guest room until you can fix your attitude.â He glances over his phone screen and hums when he sees you finish. âAnd if you try to pull another stunt like you did today, you wonât get to cum at all, and I might even send you back to your apartment.â
The tears feel hot as they drip down your chin. âDaddyâŚâ
âTell me you understand,â he demands of you now. âTell me that you hear my rules. That you plan to obey them and respect them the way you need to obey and respect me.â
Youâre tempted to throw a tantrum. To thrash and cry and beg, but you know itâll only make things worse. So, you make a quick motion with your head, and whimper, âYes, Sir.â
And your submissive reply is what tips him over the edge. He cumsâhardâand with a rather lewd moan before spilling all over his hand, stomach, and thighs.Â
You hate it. He was right, it is wasted. Staining his skin instead of yours. To be washed off and disposed of instead of slipping down your throat or filling your cunt. A cruel, sadistic punishment that he seems to enjoy.
And he still doesnât look at you. He doesnât acknowledge your pain. Pretends youâre not even in the room. Instead, he grabs a washcloth from one of the drawers and cleans himself up before coming over to you. So thereâs no chance youâll get even a single drop.
He sits on the bed beside you and looks down. He pinches your chinâsofter this timeâand makes your tear-filled eyes look at him.
âI expect you to follow these rules, little one,â he repeats gently. âAnd I expect you to understand why youâre being punished. I donât do it to hurt you. In fact, it hurts me more than it hurts you. Having to send you away or use a toy instead of giving you my cock? Thatâs not what I want. But itâs what you deserve. And I have to be a good dominant and make sure you learn your lesson.â
You try to nuzzle yourself closer to his hand and he smiles. âI do understand, Daddy, and Iâm sorry. JustâŚjust missed you.â
His expression softens now and he seems gutted. âSo you said. And Iâd like to know what Iâve been doing to make you feel so neglected so that it doesnât happen again.â
You shake your head quickly. âNothing, Sir. JustâŚyour hours have been later. And sometimes I have a lot to study. And by the time weâre both finally home, we have to sleep. And then I feel like I havenât seen you in weeks.â
He coos and reaches down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. âOh, darling. I know life is a bit hectic right now. And I havenât called to check-in as much as I should, have I?â
You sniffle. âYou have. But a check-in doesnât replace the real thing.â
âI know.â He leaves a kiss to your cheek now. âIâm so sorry, my love. With the end of the semester, Iâve got so much grading to do, and so many final projects to oversee. Thereâs a lot of discussion happening in our department, and Iâve been pulled in a lot of different directions. Iâve been absent and neglecting one of my favorite priorities. And for that, Iâm so sorry. And I will try to do better. Can you forgive me?â
You smile and nod as quickly as you can. âAlways, Daddy.â
He chuckles. âMy good girl. But you know that just because I havenât been as present doesnât give you a right to act out, yes?â
ââŚyes, Sir.â
âAnd I expect you to talk to me in the future if youâre feeling like this?â
âYes, Sir.â
âGood. Do you have any questions for me?â
You nod again. âCan you please hold me?â
His smile feels like a breath of spring. âOf course.â
He undoes the cuffs and takes careful hold of your wrists. He grabs some calming salve from the nightstand beside him and applies it to the slight marks on your skin, just to make sure youâll be all right and wonât feel any more pain. And once itâs on, he pulls the covers back, and tucks you both in.
You feel good in his arms, your cheek against his heart. Thereâs still a very prominent ache between your thighs but you know better than to ask him to relieve it. This is part of your lesson. Heâll make it up to you laterâeven if he only uses a toy to do so. But it wonât even matter because itâs him. And youâll take anything he gives you.
The slight scruff on his face scratches your forehead as he rubs it against you to make you squeal. And you feel so happy now that heâs your Harry again. The man you feel safest with.Â
âHarry?â you whisper after the room has gone quiet.
âHm?â
âI really am sorry about the panties. I didnât want you to get caught.â
He laughs softly and kisses your temple. âI think if anything, it would have given me points.â
You grin. âThe girls would have been so jealous.â
âOh, I donât think so.â
âI do. Youâre hot, Professor. I donât have to be your student to know all of your students want to fuck you.â
He glances down with a smirk. âAll of them, hm?â
âEvery single one. Have you seen yourself? Have you seen what you wear? And your hair and that beard and those eyesââ
âOkay,â he murmurs, and cups your cheek. âYouâre very sweet, darling. And maybe you should give me your panties more often so I can remind everyone who I belong to.â
Your heart skips. The word belong means something more to the two of you than it might to anyone else. As his submissive, you do belong to him.
But he belongs to you, too. You belong to each other. This is a partnershipâa relationship, no matter the dynamic. And the idea of him flaunting your claim on him makes you giddy.
âDaddy?â you whimper.
âYes, little one?â
 âCan we please change the subject before this gets any worse for me?â
His brows furrow. âWorse?â
You shift your legs between his and his eyes widen when he feels the smearing of arousal against his thigh.Â
âAh,â he breathes before smiling. âMâsorry, honey. Know it must really ache, hm?â
âYes, Sir.â
âAnd after all this edging, itâd probably feel so good to cum, wouldnât it?â
Another nod. âYes, Professor.â
âMmm.â He kisses you. âToo bad. Maybe next time, yeah?â
You groan but you do kiss him back. Because you know that next timeâŚ
Heâll make it worth it.
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im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU đ đ đ
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puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck â it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch â but he's being punished right now.
he has been a bad pup.
a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.
sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.
the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.
the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs â it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.
he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!
his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...
another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.
"does puppy wanna play, hm?"
his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.
his eyes are glued to your center â his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.
(as if you aren't just that already.)
more. he needs more.
the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still â he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.
he likes it.
satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.
you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again â he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.
he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.
"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."
his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."
his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.
"please what, baby?"
"taste, please, can i have a taste?"
you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"
pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed â close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.
his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you â hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give himâ
âready to give whatever you'll take.
you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.
but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.
"are you gonna behave, puppy?"
"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.
loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.
the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck â a clear sign of him not getting enough air.
but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle â the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.
drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.
"such a cute, pup, hm?"
you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.
he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?
you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?
right?
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Pairing:Â Russell Shaw x F. Reader
Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs. Â
AN: Here it is - bonus drabble time!~ This can be a stand-alone, but itâs really a snippet missing from Lost Time��in the Every Second Counts-verse. Using the GIF above from 2x02 specifically for the hair flip. It did things to me... đŽâđ¨ (But there are NO spoilers for 2x02).
Shoutout to @impala-dreamer who helped inspire this in our @jacklesversebingo chat. đ
Word Count: 900
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smut and feels, small tinge of angst. Russell's hair. Tattoos. Everything really.
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âWelcome home,â you whispered into his mouth.
All Russell could offer was a breathless sound, caught somewhere between an agreement and a groan of pleasure. He was being treated to a feast of the eyes as you rode him slow in the comfort and safety of your bed.
Your lips didnât quite manage to connect with his in a kiss, with heavy breaths in between and a deliberate roll of your hips against his. Heâd been letting you control the pace of him sheathing home with your every drawn-out thrust.
He was enjoying the showâyour hair wild, your pupils blown wide with arousal, being able to palm at your breasts and tease your hardened nipples, kissing your flushed, dewy skin.
But you could feel him getting desperate. His hands moved down your body over soft curves, just for his fingers to squeeze into the flesh of your hips and ass, trying to ground himself in you. His eyes shut and his head fell back into the pillow. You bent down and fastened your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking hard there. He slid a hand up your back and buried it in your hair.
âTakinâ me so well, baby,â he said, his voice deep and rough, and a bit strained. âBut youâre torturing me a little bit.â
You giggled breathlessly into his neck. Your tone was playful and coy when you replied, âWhat do you mean?â
You made a show of raising your hips, letting his hard length slide out of your wet heat all the way to the tip, before you slowly sunk back down. You shifted your hips along the way, until the thick head of him was nestled deep and pressing against your cervix. You both panted for breath. Even your arms were shaking while holding yourself above him.
âYeah, think youâre trying to kill me,â Russell uttered. âSuppose thereâs worse ways to goâŚâ
âFuck,â you muttered, releasing into a moan. The languid drag of his cock against your inner walls was good, but nowhere near enough at this point.
Maybe you were done teasing him, as well as yourself. Maybe you were done punishing him for taking one contract job after another, taking so long to get back, and making you worry about him and his safety. Your lips made their way back to his cheek, laying a sweeter kiss there.
âOkay.â You smiled against his skin. âHow about you fuck me like itâs been three months, not three weeks. I wanna feel you come hot inside meââ
Russell wouldnât even wait for you to finish the dirty whispers already setting his blood alight. His tattooed arm wrapped around your back and pulled you flush against his chest. He manhandled you seemingly without much effort, twisting you onto your back and having you laid out underneath him.
You let out a huff as your back met the mattress and made the springs squeak. Your head barely made it onto the pillow where his head had been, but your boyfriend wasted little time in grabbing your thighs and angling you just right, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. (You didnât need any encouragement.) He took you hard and deep, making sure he hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.
You gasped and clung to his broad shoulders.
âRight there, sweetheart?â he said near your ear. His voice was rich and gravel. A shiver ran through your body, goaded along with every other sensation he was drawing out of you. You couldnât even speak. Just a nod and a broken, desperate whimper. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip.
You were holding on for the rest of the ride. If nothing else, Russell had precision, and he was a master of his craft. And that was whatever he set his mind to.
His hand slipped between your bodies for a moment, his fingers searching, and finding, then massaging your swollen clit between thrusts. You cried out in his ear and damn near choked on your own breath, your nails biting into his shoulders. It didnât take much longer for that tightening coil in your core to finally snap, your inner walls throbbing around his cock.
A curse and a ragged groan fell from his lips as his body locked up on him as well. You felt his body stiffen and the warmth of his release deep inside you. The sensation elicited another shiver down your spine.
You were on birth control, but it still made you feel a bit wild sometimes, whenever he came inside you. You relaxed underneath him with your knees bent, your thighs a soft cradle for his hips.
Russell kept himself upright with his forearms resting on either side of your head. His long hair had slid forward, the brown silky strands tickling your forehead as his panting breaths mingled with yours.
You attempted to brush some of his hair back behind his ears, but it fell forward again, tickling your nose. Russell allowed it on purpose, making you laugh lightly. He grinned in response, but he lowered further to capture your lips in a kiss. He didnât mind this one being nice and slow.
Even when he parted from you, you still craved more of him. More of this.
You slipped a hand over his bearded cheek, an affectionate caress. A softer smile drew across his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, and he chuckled a little.
âItâs damn good to be home.â
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๨ৠâď˝ĄË you know i'll take you there
á°.á shinsuke isn't too happy after your little escape attempt, and he makes it known. (fem!reader)
word count 2.5k content contains mating press, creampie, yakuza au, yandere themes, dubcon, praise kink, pet names (good girl), depictions of violence (not towards reader) author's notes sorry for lack of context; this is meant to take place after this fic concept
Shinsuke Kita doesnât flinch when he pulls the trigger on a gun.Â
The recoil doesnât even register for him; when you do something for so long, eventually, it just becomes second nature. Like the mechanical movements you do when you brush your teeth, or the way you can tie your sneakers without having to actually look at the laces â shooting someone in the head is a mundane thing for Kita, for his line of work. He does it so often, has practiced it ever since he was a young boy, that what he does after is muscle memory. He removes the handkerchief from his suit and wipes the tiny splatter of blood that ended up getting on his cheek. He folds the sullied handkerchief neatly, tucking it away in the inner pocket of his suit. He makes sure the safety on his gun is in place, and he nods for Aran to drag the dead body away.Â
When Aran takes his leave, the still-warm corpse in tow, the only people left in the room are Kita and a very scared young man.Â
One of these men will be leaving this room, and the other will be hoping for a death as swift and merciful as the flawless execution Kita just delivered.Â
âI told you there would be consequences,â Kita doesnât taunt his victims. Heâs not the type to do so. Cold and calculated â his own gang considers him to be a robot, and for the longest time, Kita agreed with them. But that was then, and this is now. Now, Kita has a reason to drag out his torture. Now, Kita understands what itâs like to find his very reason for existing. His purpose isnât to lead one of the biggest yakuza families in the underground criminal world of Japan. His purpose is to devote his very being to you, and vice versa.Â
So imagine how heartbroken he felt when he caught you trying to escape from the farmhouse he built for the two of you. And this man, a low-level runt in his group, had been foolish enough to give in and help you.Â
âPlease, sir, I wanted no part in the escape! She begged me, sheââ
âSheâll receive her own punishment. I value fairness, after all.â Kita interrupts him, sounding as cold as the blood running through the young manâs veins. Heâs frozen in fear as he tries to stammer out more excuses, more explanations, more promises to do better in the future butâ
âthere really isnât much of a future for him. Not one that heâll be happy to live in, at least. Kita is fair; having you slip away would have killed him internally. So now, Kita has to kill this man internally. Crush his spirit. Make him dream of death, dangle death in front of his face like a treat to a dog, but never, ever allow him such a kindness.Â
(Kita is a fair leader, but very rarely is he kind.Â
Kindness will get you killed.Â
The boy dumb enough to help you â heâs kind.)
Kita retrieves a knife from one of the inconspicuous cabinets in this room. The fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling casts a warm glow over the both of them, but the blade of the knife reflects back the light, makes it shine in the poor boyâs face. He flinches.Â
âDo you remember?â Kita asks him, turning the knife as if to inspect it from every angle.Â
âWh-what?â He stutters out, sounding breathless. He might be on the verge of a panic attack. Thatâll make things messier than they need to be.Â
âDo you remember what hand you used when you held hers?â Kita clarifies. He sounds calm, but the sight of another man holding your hand had him seething. Even now, it takes everything in him to not plunge the knife right into this young manâs heart, to twist the blade âround his insides, make him hurt like how Kita hurt when he witnessed it.Â
âIt was your left hand.â Kita answers for him. âFortunately, youâre right-handed. Surely it wonât be too much of an inconvenience for you after Iâm done sawing it off.âÂ
Kitaâs chopped off a few fingers and one hand before, but never has he attempted to do it with a medium sized knife. A knife with a purposely dull blade.Â
He smiles faintly. Sometimes, it can be fun to break routine and try new things.
Youâre in bed by the time Kita returns home. Heâs back later than he expects; it turns out, his little experiment with the dull blade is very, very messy. Maybe with practice, heâll perfect that, too. That boy still has another hand to spare, after all.Â
Feeling satisfied with himself, Kita starts humming gently as he makes his way to your shared bedroom. Before you, Kita never bothered making unnecessary noise. He rarely listened to music, but nowâ
The sting of your betrayal has lessened considerably. Kita isnât even upset with you anymore. Itâs normal for couples to fight and want to storm out on each other, but what matters most is that at the end of the day, heâs coming home to find you warming his bed.Â
In his line of work, simple pleasures arenât usually so sweet.Â
You donât stir when he joins you in bed, the mattress dipping just the slightest bit due to the sudden shift in weight, but he makes his presence hard to ignore, even in your slumber, when he presses his chest against your back, his lips nipping gently on the soft skin of your ears.Â
You whine, your eyesight blurry as your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. Youâre instantly aware of Kitaâs body covering your own, and when he feels the subtle shivers of your body, the both of you know itâs not because of the chill of the air conditioner.
He makes a tiny grunt of disapproval. Even after all this time, youâre scared of him? Silly girl â heâd never do anything to hurt you.Â
Well, nothing that would hurt you too badly.Â
âDid ya have a good dream?â He asks you, breath warm against your ear.Â
You swallow hard, not brave enough to shift your body. Ever since the truth came out, the fact that sweet Shinsuke is more than just an average overworked businessman but is a yakuza crime boss, things have never been the same between you two. Kita is nothing if not persistent, though. He still cuddles up against you, he still whispers sweet nothings in your ear, heâs still affectionate and downright loving in every action he does towards you.Â
He knows not to expect an answer from you, especially when he plays with the bottom hem of your silk nightgown. âWish ya would tell me what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.âÂ
You can picture him frowning; as perceptive as he is, you know that he prefers hearing your thoughts directly from you.Â
âWhat happened to Goto?â You dare to ask, and the air seems to shift in your bedroom.Â
Kita is gripping the soft flesh of your thighs, his hand large and imposing, rough with calluses and forever red with blood. You never really learn, you suppose, about how thereâs a time and place for such questions.Â
âGoto received his punishment.â Kita answers calmly, voice steady but cold. âAnd I nearly forgot about yours.âÂ
Liar. You want to call him out, but you at least have enough self-preservation to bite your tongue. As if Kita would ever forget. It hasnât even been a full twenty-four hours since your little escape attempt.Â
Kita adores you, loves you, because in a world of greedy, nasty, spiteful little creatures, you are kind and caring and full of the sugary sweet goodness heâs always going to have a taste for. Itâs why heâs not surprised when you ask him,Â
âIs he⌠alive?âÂ
He lets out a short, sharp laugh. âIs that what youâre really worried about? Goto, over the broken heart of your husband?âÂ
When you donât answer, Kita tightens his grip on your thigh, contemplating his next move, before he lets his hand travel to the apex of your thighs, his knuckles brushing against your bare cunt. Heâs pleased to find out that youâre still his obedient, sweet girl, following his direct order of going to bed without a bra or panties. Some nights, heâs so tired, any excess fabric is a hindrance.Â
âIf you have a heart, youâll tell me what happened to him.â You mumble, trying to ignore the way your body craves for Kitaâs touch. Before the truth of his second life came out, you were an addict for him. No one has ever touched him the way heâs touched you, and even now, when you want to ignore him and try to remind yourself of what an awful person he truly is, you canât.
Thereâs a traitorous part of your heart and soul that still longs for Kita, no matter the truth.
âItâs because I have a heart that I didnât kill him.â Kita isnât lying. The torture was for his pleasure, sure, but he knows how upset and inconsolable you would be if you felt like you were responsible for Gotoâs death. The register of his voice lowers as he speaks again, though. His warning leaves you frozen in fear.
âIf his filthy hands ever touch you again, Iâll kill him.âÂ
There are a litany of reasons why you find yourself in the position youâre currently in: wanting, waiting, whining for Kita. Fear, for one thing. You feel compelled to do whatever he wants, considering the sheer difference in strength and power between the two of you. But try as you might, itâs hard to ignore the tiny, nagging voice in your head that lulls you into a state of docile desire. Kitaâs always taken care of you, right? You were in love with him, for fuckâs sake. And as you ride his fingers, content to wrap your warm, wet heat around three of his digits as he chuckles at your wanton display, that nagging voice reminds you that you still do â love him, that is.Â
Three fingers buried deeply in the warmth of your cunt is enough to make you forget about the events leading up to tonight. He withdraws his fingers, much to your displeasure, and you whine out for him to continue with his ministrations before he shuts you up by forcing you to suck his thumb. You can feel the rough skin of his finger on your tongue, and you hollow your cheeks, treating this situation as if you were about to suck his cock, and your tongue laps at the pad of his thumb before he removes it from your mouth.Â
Without any preamble, heâs back to burying his fingers into your pussy, his thumb â wet with your saliva â pressed firmly against your clit.Â
âDo you wish it was my cock filinâ you up?â He grunts out, rubbing mercilessly against your clit as you continue to writhe against the bedsheets. Your cheeks feel warm, blood rushing up to your chest and face, and you bite down on your bottom lip, knowing your answer. A shameless, pitiful yes.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, so sweet, so kind.â In his world, kindness gets you killed. Kitaâs no different from any other man in his line of work, and itâs why heâs ravaging you right now. Pumping his fingers in and out of your slick hole, making a mess of his fingers, of your pussy, of the bedsheets, of you. Itâs why every time he brings you to your climax, you cum violently. Youâre letting out a string of stuttered, fractured fucks mixed in with sharp intakes of breath and Shinsukeâs, and you buck your hips wildly against his fingers, pushing his digits even further in as you cum.Â
With your mind hazy from pleasure, your brain scrambled from sleepiness and an intense orgasm, Kita wastes no time pouncing on you. Thereâs no chance for you to beg for him to wait, and you register that this must be your punishment.
Shinsuke is going to fuck you without any of his normal restraint.
He slides in your sopping wet cunt in one sharp thrust, burying his thick cock deep into your warm, snug hole. He likes having a routine, he likes having set boundaries and rules, he likes being a man of practicality. But right now, heâs fucking you like a wild beast. All you can do is just take it; take his relentless thrusts, his anger, his need to dominate you, to remind you who you belong to.Â
âOpen up.â He demands, his voice rough and thick with desire. You comply; itâs so easy, considering that you havenât been able to hold back a single moan as he has his way with you. He spits directly into your mouth, watching the way his saliva sits on the surface of your pink tongue. He doesnât need to command you to swallow, because you do, savoring the taste of him.
He makes you look him in the eyes as he fucks into you relentlessly. One hand is gripping your hip, practically crushing you as he pounds into your pussy. Youâre so fucking wet that the sounds of him moving in and out of your cunt are so lewd, so loud. The inescapable burn of pain and pleasure, the sensitivity of your cunt having to endure his insatiable lust, has you moaning like a bitch in heat.Â
âShinâ Shinsuke! G-gonna cum!â You squeak out, and it only motivates Kita to double down. He holds up your legs, your limbs burning from the stretch as he continues to get rougher with his movements. Youâre looking at him with a dazed, fucked out expression, and he has the audacity to let out a chuckle.Â
âThereâs my good girl.â He praises you, spitting into your open mouth once more.Â
With your legs trembling and the foggy haze of pleasure clouding your head, you greedily, happily accept his praise. Your legs press tightly against his sides, and with his spit in your mouth and his cock drilling into you with even sharper movements than before, you cum.Â
Kita lets out a grunt of approval as he finishes inside of you, a load of hot seed pouring deep inside of you as he keeps your legs folded, his hips pressed against yours, as if he wants to plug you up with his cum. He kisses your forehead thatâs glistening with sweat from the heat of his body colliding with yours; it seems the two orgasms he wrung out of you have taken its toll on your body. Youâre a pliant, fucked out little mess â his pliant, fucked out little mess.Â
âGood girl.â He murmurs sweetly. âI love you so much.âÂ
He doesnât wait for you to say it back. He just pulls out his cock a bit before thrusting back into you. This action causes you to let out another long, drawn out moan. Heâs absolutely relentless, and as tired as you are, you realize that you donât want him to stop.
(Pity that youâre not capable of speech at the moment.
Because you would have told him that you love him, too.)
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Remember how Ford made himself a target during weirdmageddon by admitting that he knew the equation to collapse the barrier on gravity falls to keep him distracted so he wouldnât go after his family, even if that meant heâd go through a f*ck ton of torture?
I think he did the same thing back in the 80âs when he realized Bill was evil but didnât go to you for help. Sure, maybe half of it was him not believing he had any right to reach out to you for help after he essentially ghosted you for months because of Billâs influence, but the other half was definitely him wanting to keep you as far outside of Billâs reach as possible.
If weâre being real, Bill likely threatened to possess his body and hurt or maybe even off you, so as much as it pained him to stay away, he believed youâd be safer if he did.
The sad thing is, you got hurt regardless.
Dunno if this answers your ask or not, Iâll let you decide.
I imagine that Ford has like a two page spread dedicated to you in his journal, very much in the same way he had a page dedicated to heavily debating whether or not he should reach out to Stanley for help.
But instead of the page being full of cons why Ford shouldnât contact you, itâs him admitting to his biggest and most stupidest regret heâs ever committed: pushing you away and how he truly believes that in order to keep you safe he had to cut connections with you and go non contact. His hand ached like hell from when Bill tried to punch and scratch the door to the portal but the ache in his heart was ever greater than that.
The page would be covered head to toe in drawings of you and your sweet smile, maybe even adding a picture of you both when you were younger. Bill mightâve been his muse for a while but you were his lifelong muse that he has tossed aside for something temporary.
You grew up with him and Stanley and knew him better then he knew himself in most cases and instead of repaying the favour, Ford fucked off to gravity Falls and dedicated himself entirely to his work, isolating himself from anyone and everyone and would often double down on this when confronted about it.
Though sooner or later the regret settles in his chest as he soon realises that he was on his own after Fiddleford left.
He had let bill consume him from the inside out and made him believe that no one outside of them both should matter or be worth a second thought; Even you, his once dearly beloved. The one who didnât see his six fingers as an abnormality but a gift, a blessing even to his distinct uniqueness. You gave him your all and he gave you nothing in return. How selfish of him.
Ford wouldnât be surprised if you had forgotten about him or had your heart sour at the thought of him and moved on after awhile. he couldnât blame you, he never could as he felt it was a befitting punishment for never having bothered to reach out and respond whenever you asked him if he was okay, or taking care of himself. All you wanted was for him to be safe and enjoy Gravity Falls for what it was and not what he wanted it to be and Ford didnât even do that.
Ford was certain youâd be ashamed of him and the things heâs done alongside Bill, or the things Bill did while possessing him. Youâd probably wouldnât recognise him anymore even if he did reach out to you.
He wanted to reach out to you, he really did but he didnât feel as though the reception he would receive wouldnât be a warm one. You wouldnât smile at him lovingly or call his name with a fondness and hug him tightly, but instead look at him as though he was the cause of all your misery because in some aspect he was, and never had he regretted it more then he did now when his own loneliness became evident and hard to deny.
Bill wouldâve made multiple threats to Ford that heâd kill you or torture you while possessing him so that it would look like he was the one hurting you if he ever thought about reaching out to you, and heâd make sure that it would haunt him for the rest of his life knowing that he couldnât do anything to protect the one he loved the most. Bill would make a point with your theoretical death as to keep Ford in line.
Ford probably even have hallucinations of you dying or dead before he could even reach you and would believe that this was a sign to not get you involved in his mess. He has no right to reach for you after being silent for so long, which is why he decided to take the risk and reach out to Stanley instead, only with the promise that he didnât tell you what was going on no matter how hard it maybe for him to not do so, as he knew Stanley has a weak spot for you -his honorary sibling or in law should Ford have actually married you- and it had been that way since you were kids.
However despite all the risks Ford has put himself through, you were still nursing a broken heart over his lack of communication ever since he moved to Gravity Falls. Maybe he had forgotten all about you during his stay, or finally felt relived that he was leaving town that he forgot you were the reason it was bearable? Whether the reason it didnât stop your heart from hurting knowing that the perfect man youâve known since childhood had left you in the past while he headed towards his future, alone.
Youâd love him, youâd never stop loving Ford and you donât think you ever could and what hurt the most was that he mightâve felt something, or nothing at all for you, but youâll never get that answer from him directly so you decided the answer for yourself and have been living with a broken heart ever since.
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jeonghan being a menace to his gf, pls pls pls I'm on my knees đđđ
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content: softdom!jeonghan, established relationship, sub reader, jeonghan's a little shit basically, smut, fingering, edging, afab reader, penetrative sex, etc.
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a/n: thank u sm for requesting this! this is my favorite subject
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"h-hannie ... please ..."
"shh, angel. it's okay"
"no, please ... please!"
"i said quiet, baby. dont make me repeat myself," he tsk'd at you, continuing the slow movements of his fingers against your clit.
it had now been over an hour since your boyfriend had decided to make your life hell. for someone who got called an angel by the masses, he could be very mean. specially to you.
you had been completely unsuspecting, simply having woken up next to your boyfriend a bit over an hour ago. as soon as you'd woken up, you had felt a mass against you, which you quickly deduced to be your boyfriend pressed up against you. you couldn't help yourself. you knew he'd punish you for it, but you were half-asleep and you weren't thinking right, so you began to grind your ass against him. it was a not really innocent act. you hadn't meant much by it other than to further feel him against you. but jeonghan didn't take it that way.
jeonghan had woken up, the heat of your almost bare lower half grinding against him. in the morning of all times, when he felt the most sensitive. he had felt like you were teasing him, which was strictly not allowed. he was the only one with that privilege in the relationship. you had both acknowledged it to be unfair, but neither of you minded, enjoying what came attached to your dynamic.
he gave you a few minutes to have your fun, drinking in your mewls of pleasure as you felt him harden even more against you. but soon enough he had had his fill, now wanting more. with all his strength, he wrapped his arms around you, halting your movements as he crept closer to your ear, breathing against it before speaking up.
"gonna be bad today, baby? didn't even try to be good at all, huh?," that was when he trapped you, twisting you to his liking and making you face him as he snuck his fingers down, down, oh, right there.
you immediately whined at his actions. he knew exactly how to move and how much pressure to apply to your most sensitive areas. he began by drawing soft circles on your clit, making you hold onto his arm as you begged him to touch you properly.
"i'm touching you properly. are you saying i don't know how to touch you, angel? should i stop?"
"no!," you'd cried. you'd take whatever he gave you, no matter if it was so little.
that's how you ended up in your current predicament. on hour later, in the same spot, with no proper pleasure to show for your worn out state. he had been toying with your sensitive bud for a whole hour, occasionally allowing his fingers inside you before pulling them out right before you reached your end. he took you all the way to the gates of heaven just to pull you back under before you could go all the way up. he was cruel, like that. his other hand occupied itself on your tits, softly rubbing at your nipples as you threw your head back. there was nothing you wanted mote than for him to use his fingers to their full potential; pulling at your nipples with one hand while the other scissored in and out of you. but this was jeonghan you were talking about. he needed to make a torturous show out of it.
"hannie ... please. i'm begging you! wa-want -oh!"
he had finally decided to take some mercy on you, moving his fingers at a speed he hadn't reached since he first started touching you. you wanted to whine and beg for more, but you knew it was dangerous territory. one wrong move and jeonghan would take it all away.
he must have read your mind, as the next thing he said pertained to your sudden silence (sans a few muffled mewls), "what? not gonna make noise for me, angel? nothing for me? what do i get out of playing with this pretty pussy if i can't even hear my angel cry for me?," he was about to stop, just when you went on a limb and grabbed onto his wrist, using all your strength from preventing his fingers from leaving you.
"oh? my baby's gonna be bad? okay, angel. i'll allow it. already misbehaved so much today anyway. you must want it really bad, huh?"
you nodded frantically as his face neared yours, breath against your mouth as he looked down to you.
"god. my gorgeous angel. you're so beautiful. did you know? huh? have any idea what a pretty thing you are?"
he knew his words did nothing but drive you closer to the edge, only making your cries for him louder as you were at the brink of it.
"that's it, angel. cum for me. let me see that pretty face you make- ah! that's the one. so pretty," he mockingly gasped at your orgasmic expression, bringing up his hand from playing with your tit to wipe at a lone tear escaping your eye.
he gave you a few seconds to catch your breath before he began to crawl over you, yanking off your soaked panties as he pulled his own sweats just below his ass. he grabbed his cock, rubbing it a bit before grabbing at the end of it and positioning just against your cunt. then he got even meaner.
with his angry tip, he rubbed his cock against the your swollen clit, drawing light circles on it as you gasped and writhed at the feeling. the filthiness of the act made your eyes roll back, loving the feeling of his hard length rubbing against your abused clit. you had been sensitive for over an hour, only gaining even more sensitivity after the intensely awaited orgasm he had just given you. the feeling of his cock giving you such light stimulation made you throw your head back.
"oh, angel. you're so sensitive for me, aren't you? my beautiful angel. just a simple touch and you're already in the clouds, huh, angel? love how responsive you are."
he must've gotten frustrated a few moments later, deciding to plunge in with no warning. the sudden intrusion made you gasp, digging your hands on his back as he began to fuck you at a fast pace, leaving behind the softness of his previous touches.
"gonna make you cum, okay angel? need you to strangle my dick with that pretty cunt, yeah? gonna fill you up."
he knew there was nothing you loved more than when he came inside you. he was just as addicted to the feeling, but would sometimes go as far as depriving you of it just to tease you. he always put his ability to make you beg for him over his own pleasure. he thrived off of your cries for him.
"hannie! please! come in me. need y-you to! please .."
"it doesn't seem like i'll have an option either way, angel. you're squeezing me too tight. can't even m-move anymore," he panted against you, increasing his pace by the second. he was on the verge, as were you.
only a few moments later and he was filling you up, with your own orgasm following close. once you had caught your breaths, jeonghan finally lowered his face down to yours, kissing softly into your mouth. except it never stopped just there. jeonghan knew how obsessed with kissing him you were, so he always had to pull at all stops. there was nothing he loved more than your cries for him, after all.
he sensually licked into your mouth, instructing you to stick out your tongue for him. his tongue took yours, licking and sucking at it in such a nasty way that had your eyes rolling back. he pulled away soon after, chuckling against your mouth at the way your lips followed after his.
"gotta stop rewarding you for being bad. i'm creating a brat," he knew it wasn't true, but he simply just lived to tease you.
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⼠cherry soda | osamu dazai
warnings: semi-public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, fem! reader, dazai is a smug brat, roughness, cunnilingus, making out, dirty talk, friends to lovers, pet names, dazai is a little bit of a pervert, innocent(?) reader, possessive(?) dazai, mentions of other ADA members, asphyxiation if you squint
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MDNI | 18+ content
The sound of rustling papers and feet running in every which way filled the bullpen of the Armed Detective Agency, making quiet the most luxurious thing there was in that small Yokohama office. Kunikida screaming at Ranpo to do his work, Yosano was no doubt cutting open something (or someone), and the rest of them were out on a mission to collect intel on a potential bank robbery.
There was no one else free in the agency except you and a certain suicidal maniac, Osamu Dazai. You two got along fine, probably even better than just fine. Amazingly was the right word. Even though Dazai was probably one of the most annoying people on Earth, the two of you had formed a certain kinship that rivaled the one he previously had in the Port Mafia. Dazai was the first to tell you of his past, making you swear to secrecy. And you did so in a heartbeat of course, how could you not? Those pleading brown eyes were simply just too gorgeous to refuse a request like that.
Dazai knew of the effect he had on you, and he was so fucking smug about it. Copying papers? He would pout his lips at you and cup his cheeks with his bandaged hands, asking you if you would be a darling girl and copy his paperwork while you were still standing up. After all, the copier was just so far away, and it was so much work getting up off his ass.
Or that other time when you gave him your lunch because he forgot to bring his own, which made Kunikida give him a look so sharp it could kill. Kunikida tried to talk you out of it but no, your heart was set on making sure your best friend was happy. And Dazai was ecstatic, the meal being sweetened only by Kunikidaâs furiously red face.Â
Dazai smiled at you from across the bullpen, frowning when you didnât catch his friendly glances. Out of the two of you, you just had to be the responsible one. Making sure that due dates were met, cleaning up if anyone made a spill, blah blah blah. It was adorable but infuriating, the way you so carefully looked after the needs of others. So painfully fucking adorable that Dazai couldnât help but feel himself get hard when you bent over to pick something up that Atsushi dropped, always patting him on his head gingerly. The way you were ever so clumsy with your drinks, spilling them onto your tight little pencil skirts about half of the time. Dazai would hear your sickly sweet voice curse under your breath as you squeezed your legs together to avoid getting the sticky soda on the hardwood below; you were always so careful about respecting the office. It was practically torture for Dazai, like some divine punishment for his misdeeds. How he longed to be the one making those noises roll off your pretty tongue, to relish in your cute sounds that should be caused by him and him alone, not your silly but stupid mistakes.Â
âHey, Dazai, are you there?â Dazai blinked and snapped out of his thoughts, not having noticed that he was still glaring at you whilst he was lost in his perverted thoughts. âYouâve been staring at me for a while and you looked pretty mad, is everything okay?â You asked, ruffling his curly brown hair atop his head.
Dazai relaxed and smiled softly at you, resting his face on his left hand. His right hand reached up to caress your soft face, his bandaged thumb running over your cheekbone. âIâm quite alright, donât worry about it. Just a little lost in thought is all.â He assured you, crossing one leg over the other to hide his growing erection. âYouâre done with your paperwork for now, right?â
âYeah, it took a while. Why, did you need something?â You ask, taking his cold hand off of your cheek.
âBecause everyone else went out for lunch while you were filling out forms, and I wasnât invited because Kunikidaâs mad at me for coming in late.â Dazai stuck his tongue out at the last part, crossing his arms childishly. âHe definitely has something up his ass, thatâs for sure.â
You giggled and covered your mouth, getting a tiny bit of red lipstick on your palm. âHonestly I canât blame him, you do have a nasty habit of coming in late. But heâs always had a temper, so donât think much of it.â You patted him on the shoulder, smiling at him gently. You felt your stomach rumble, winching at the strange noise your body made. âOh, I guess Iâm hungry. I better go see what snacks Ranpo has on his desk. Do you think heâll notice.?â
âHeâs Ranpo. He notices everything.â
âWhatever, Iâll just buy him some more later.â You shrugged and walked over to Ranpoâs desk, opening up one of the many snack-filled drawers to take out a bag of potato chips. The bag opened with a loud crinkle, the chips rubbing against each other as your hand shuffled around in the plastic bag. You snacked on the crunchy treat, admiring how salty it was on your tongue. âHm, I thought Ranpo was more of a sweets kind of person. Good thing they donât put me out on many detective missions.â You laughed, walking over to Dazai and shaking the bag in front of his face. âYou want?â
Dazai shook his head and leaned back even further into his chair, his arm resting on the back of his head. âYou know what I would like, though?â He purred, a smirk covering his handsome face. âA cherry soda from the break room fridge, those things are damn good.â
You nodded, turning on your heels to get him his desired beverage. Dazai admired how your ass looked as you walked away, how the short little skirt you wore hugged your curves perfectly. You had to be wearing those short skirts to get a rise out of him, there wasnât another explanation. Dazai loved the days where you wore pencil skirts and hated whenever you were more modest, subtly hinting how we liked short skirts more than long skirts. Was it a scumbag move on his part? Absolutely. But did he feel guilty about it? Not one bit. He liked what he liked and there wasnât any shame in that, at least according to Dazai.
You returned from the breakroom holding two cans of the delicious cherry soda, the intricate artwork on the can being covered by your soft and cold hands. You placed a can down on Dazaiâs desk, being careful to use a coaster as to not ruin the wood beneath. Opening the can with your thumb, the cold metal touched your lips as the carbonated drink ran down your throat, hitting your taste buds in just the right way that you couldnât help but sigh at the immaculate taste.
âI havenât had this in forever, I think I forgot that we had it. It was in the very back of the fridge by that expired cheese that Atsushi forgot to throw out.â You chuckled, sitting down on the edge of Dazaiâs desk. He smirked to himself and opened his own can, nodding in approval as the cherry liquid touched his tongue.Â
âAs if Iâd ever forget about something as delicious as this, darling.â Dazai purred, sitting up in his chair to stare into your eyes. He noticed the way your cheeks took on just the faintest tint of red as he spoke to you, a shade so faint that it would be invisible to the untrained eye.Â
You took another sip of the soda, neglecting to notice how the fizzling red liquid dripped off of your chin and onto your white blouse, creating a little pink stain on the delicate fabric. Your lipstick was long ruined, red lip marks adorning the brim of the soda can. Instead, your lips shone with the remnants of the soda. Dazai wondered if the sodaâs romantic flavor stuck on your lips, on your tongue. If once the soda ran out, would be still be able to taste it on your adorable mouth?
âCutie, you got a little something on your shirt.â Dazai pointed to the stain on your left breast, poking it softly. âRight there.â He smirked once more, raising an eyebrow. âDid you seriously not notice? How adorable.â
You blushed and set down the cherry soda on the desk beneath you, looking down at your ruined shirt. âOh, I guess I did. Maybe I should go home and change while the others are out.â
Dazai shook his head and stood up, grabbing onto your hands with his own. Despite the fact that you were perched on his desk, the detective loomed tall over your form. He rubbed the backs of your hands with his thumb, tutting at you softly.Â
âNo, no, I wonât have that. You got soda all over your chin, darling.â He spoke, leaning down so hot breath could be felt against your blushing face. âWhy donât you let me get you nice and cleaned up before the others return, yeah? You already do so much for me.â His hands released yours, instead being placed on your waist. âMake a choice cutie, theyâll be back soon.â
Your pupils widened as you felt Dazaiâs breath on your face, the sensation of his hands on your wasit only causing the blush on your face to turn into a fiery inferno of pink. âO-okay, you can do it.â You whispered softly, your lips mere centimeters from his own. You had always found Dazai attractive, and now he was painfully close to snapping the tension between the two of you in half.
âGood girl,â Dazai slammed his lips onto your, wasting no time prying open your mouth with his tongue to explore your wet cavern. Your teeth clashes together in a desperate and molten kiss, your hands finding the ends of his chestnut hair. âSo good for me.â
Dazaiâs hands tugged onto your waist, pulling you against his torso. He lifted up your legs and wrapped them around his own waist, his large and calloused hands supporting your thighs underneath. He groaned into the kiss, feeling your core throb against his clothed and painfully hard cock. âFuck, God youâre so fucking hot.â He mumbled against your lips, pulling away from the kiss to fill his lungs with air. A string of saliva connected your lips, making you look like the prettiest whore Dazai had ever seen.Â
âBeen wanting to do that for so long baby,â He moaned, squeezing the plush and supple skin of your thighs. You had neglected to wear your usual black stockings that day, which only drove Dazai when more wild. With your legs wrapped around him, he walked over to Fukuzawaâs office and set you down onto his bosses desk, shoving important papers and other such items off. He kicked the door closed with his foot and then practically pounced on you, his lips meeting yours once more in a wanton display of desire.
âLetâs get this dirty shirt off of you, yeah? Wanna see those gorgeous tits youâre always flaunting in my fucking face.â Dazai muttered against your ear, biting on the shell. His skilled hands undid the buttons of your blouse with ease, tossing it in some random corner that he didnât care for. He took a second to admire your bra, it was black and lacy, just how he liked his lingerie. âShit, did you wear this just for me darling?â He smirked, unclipping it from behind with little struggle.
âM-maybe I did, who knows?â You moaned, gasping as the cold air of Fukuzawaâs office made your nipples nice and hard. Dazai groaned at the sight and shoved you down onto the desk, your legs dangling off of the furniture in a beautiful display. His right hand pinched and squeezed your delicate nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and index finger while his mouth became occupied with sucking on your left breast, rolling the brusing skin on his tongue. His teeth were merciless and unforgiving, making absolutely sure to leave bruises once he was done with you.
Wanton moans and whimpers left your mouth as Dazai ravishes your chest, the pool of arousal in your stomach only growing with every pinch and bite and squeeze of your sensitive chest. âD-Dazai!â You cried out, forcibly removing Dazaiâs mouth from your breast. âToo much, way too much.â
âAw, cmon. Youâre no fun.â Dazai pouted, his attention shifting to your shaking legs. âOh, do you just want attention elsewhere darling?â His slender fingers slid down your breasts and under your skirt, teasing the lining of your stockings. He could feel your wetness through the black tights, sighing in pleasue at the sensation of your arousal at his fingertips. âFuck, youâre so wet. All for me, right? Donât worry sweetheart, let me take care of you.â
Dazai slid off your skirt and stockings, tossing it into a different corner. He wanted so desperately to rip those clothes off, but he decided to be diligent about making sure that you had something to wear once the others got back. Fuck, Dazai wanted to show off what he did to you so badly.Â
âMatching panties baby? Dirty girl, so dirty. And all for me too.â Dazai shoved your soaked panties to the side, taking in how wet and needy you were for him. âGod, youâre soaked. You look so damn good, I gotta have a taste. Wonder if you taste as good down here as you do up there, princess.â Dazai lifted up your thighs and rested them on his shoulders, diving in to lap and suck at your sobbing folds. His nose brushed against your throbbing clit, causing your hand to grab onto his chestnut curls tightly. âFuck! Dazai, fuck!â You whimpered, squeezing his head between your shaking thighs.Â
Dazai hummed into your folds, his tongue desperately lapping at them like he was the thirstiest man on Earth, like he hadnât eaten in days. The way his tongue expertly moved from licking stripes on your labia to sucking relentlessly on your clit made you see stars, the coil in your stomach growing so tight that it could burst at any moment.Â
âDazai, oh fuck, Iâm close!â You robbed, your orgasm boudn to approach at any moment. Just as you were about to feel complete euphoria, Dazai stopped eating you out like a starved man. He pulled himself out of your thighs and offered you a teasing smirk, his plush lips coated in your desperate slick.
âHey, what the fuck! I was so close!â You whined, the momentum of your orgasm fading away.Â
Dazai shook his head and wiped his mouth off with the back of his bandaged hand, removing his belt as well as his slacks and boxers. His shirt and trenchcoat were already long gone, just the bolo tie hung around his neck. His cock sprung to life, slapping itself onto his lean yet toned abdomen. âNuh-uh pretty girl, you only get to cum if itâs on my cock, understand?â He took your mouth in his once more, forcing you to taste your arousal that lingered on his teasing tongue.Â
He pushed you down onto the desk gently, lifting your legs so they were spread over his lean shoulders. His cock playfully slapped at your entrance, teasingly slipping in between the soaked folds.Â
âStop fucking teasing me!â You begged, your hands squeezing onto your breasts. Dazai delighted in the show, adoring how you were so desperate for him and only him. âTch, I donât think youâre in any positon to make demands here, darling.â Dazai smiled down on you, kissing you forehead chastly. âBut Iâll make an exception for once since you look so fucking sexy right now.â
Dazaiâs hand pumped his cock a few times, alinging it with your entrance. He slid himself in without a problem, gasping as how tight and wet you were. âS-shit baby, how are you this tight? You donât let anyone else fuck you, hm? Good fucking girl.âÂ
His hips snapped against yours in a frenzy, his thick cock hitting every place it needed to make you see stars once more. It slammed against your spongy cervix over and over again, showing you absolutely no mercy. Your pussy clenched around him as your wanton screams and cries of pleasure filled the office, the desk below you being drenched in sweat. The sound of skin clapping against skin echoed against the walls as his balls repeatedly slapped against your ass, both of your orgasms drawing close.Â
âGod, youâre squeezing me too damn tight darling, looks like you want me to cum quickly yeah?â Dazai growled, leaning down to desperately kiss your already swollen lips. âIs that what you want, hm? Want me to cum so you can get back to your precious work?â He spoke in a mocking tone, his quick thrusts during into powerful slams inside of you to punctuate his sentences.Â
âN-no Dazai, thatâs not-holy fuck! Right there, right there, right there!â You sobbed as the tip of his cock finally reached your G-spot, your orgasm bound to approach at any seocnd. âFuck me, please! Iâm so fucking close, fuck!â
âSo adorably filthy for me darling.â Dazai chuckled darkly, his hand flying down to put pressure on your pretty little neck. âFucking cum for me baby, cum around my cock while I fuck you like I own you.â
His lewd words were all that you needed to let go around him, the coil in your stomach snapping in half as your orgasm hit you like a runaway train. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes squeezing shut as you felt euphoria for what seemed like the very first time in forever.Â
Dazai felt his orgam approach, shifting your legs so only one of them rested on his shoulders. The other leg was being propped up his his hand, giving him a deeper and far better angle. âShit, gonna fucking cum! Fuck baby, gonna cum inside. Ngh, fuck, fuck!â He groaned, hot and sticky ropes of his release coating the walls of your pussy. You sighed at the warm feeling in your core, looking up to admire Dazaiâs gorgeous face that was covered in a post-orgasmic glow.
âShitâŚsorry for not using a condom.â Dazai chuckled, pulling his cock out of you. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, sitting up straight and cracking your back. âYouâre just too damn irresitable, princess.â He bent down to pick his clothes up off the office floor, throwing your clothes onto your lap as well. His soft lips met the top of your head, treating you so gently, as if you were made of the finest glass in all of Japan.
âSuch a gentleman,â you spoke, smirking at Dazai as you put on the rest of your clothes. âThanks for not ripping these off of me, I hate buying new clothes. They alwasy try to upsell you at the shops.â
âYou do realize itâs their job to sell you crap you donât need, right?â
âJust because your dick was in me a couple minutes ago doesnât give you the right to sass me, mister.â You rose an eyebrow, standing up. Your legs wobbled a little in your high heels which made Dazai laugh to himself, giving you his bicep for support. âPlease, allow me.â
âThanks,â you smiled at him, walking out of Fukuzawaâs office. You breathed a sigh of relief as the bullpen remained completely empty. âOh thank god, for some reason I thought that they had all gotten back and could hear us fucking.âÂ
Dazai sighed in annoyance at the thought of that, placing a hand on his hip as he walked you to your desk. âI think Kunikida would actually murder us if he knew we fucked on Fukuzawaâs desk. Letâs keep that a secret, alright?â He smirked, kissing you on the forehead once more as you took a seat in your desk chair.
âAlright.â
Just as you finished speaking those words, the door to the bullpen slammed open the rest of the ADA came through, some carrying their leftovers from lunch. As they all got situated, Atsushi sat down next to Dazai with an innocent look on his face. âSo, what did you do for lunch? Sorry you couldnât come, Kunikida is still pissed.â He awkawrdly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Dazai smirked and looked over at you briefly, admiring how happy you looked when chatting with Yosano.
âNot much, just had a cherry soda.â
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Papa Headcanons - đąđ
WARNING!! - NSFW
All the Papas love going down, but they each have their own style
Primo
Prefers to get you nice and worked up, so heâll spend a painfully long time kissing and caressing you before actually going down on you (so when he does use his tongue it feels explosive)
Says âMy, my arenât we a wet little thing?â everytime, knowing FULL WELL he did that to you
Soft and slow, very gentle
Long, painted strokes along your entire area
Massages your breasts while flicking his tongue around your clit
Uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit to give his mouth a break but doesnât stop until youâve cum at least once or twice, preferably in his mouth
Secondo
Roughly fingers you while eating you out
Spreads your legs wide so he can eat every inch of you
Loves to eat you from behind so he can finger your ass too
Grabs onto your legs and hips so he can pull your body closer to him
Wants to take his time and edges you - so heâll alternate by doing other forms of foreplay (sucking on your nipples or pinching them, making out, fingering you)
Praises you (âbrava ragazzaâ) for being so patient as he takes his time torturing you (âYou will be rewarded, tesorinaâ)
Wants to do all the work so heâll scold you if you start to grind against him
Loves to see his Papal paints smeared all over your thighs
Massages your ass and tits while eating you out
Terzo
Would die happy drowned in pussy
Wears the smell of you like a badge of honor the whole day
Desperate to eat your arousal and drink you if you squirt
In fact itâs a little game he plays with himself, to see if he can make you squirt (heâs almost always successful)
Dying to get you off this way before he fucks you hard into the mattress
LOVES when you ride his face; he wants to be smothered and barely able to breathe
Also into 69ing - you on top or laying on your sides
Favorite cunnilingus position is you on your back with your legs spread and one hooked over his shoulder while he finger fucks you and sucks your clit
Massages your g-spot when he knows youâre close to cumming
Darts his tongue in and out of your hole a lot (âAmore, how could I waste a single drop of you?â)
Suctions/sucks on your clit a lot and alternates that, flicking his tongue, and using the flat part of his tongue
While each papa has their talents and are very good at doing down, Terzo is the Prince of Cunnilingus - a cunt connoisseur, if you will
Immediately wants to kiss you during (so you can see how aroused heâs made you) and after because sometimes heâs sweet like that
Usually wants to fuck right after youâve cum (while youâre still breathing heavily)
Copia
Kisses every inch of you
Moans as soon as he has you in his mouth; he can cum just from eating you out (pathetic little rat man)
Canât help it and will stroke himself while going down on you, unless you have him tied up (to punish him for being a dirty, needy man)
Loves being submissive to you while pleasuring you - either kneeling underneath you while youâre standing or sitting on the edge of the bed/couch, or tied up to the bedpost while you ride his face
Wants to be used like your sex toy
Would gladly spend all day down there as long as youâre getting off
Heard somewhere that spelling the alphabet with his tongue will get you off, so he does that and stops at whichever letter or motion gets the loudest response
Heâs got a little bit of washing machine syndrome going on - very sloppy and all over the place at times
Finds a steady rhythm, position, and stroke and sticks to it because if it always works why change it
Listens to your breathing get heavier and stays consistent with his speed and motion when you grip his hair and tell him âdonât stop!â
Wants to cuddle you after and kiss you and feed you snacks (one time he hand fed you fruit snacks while he was down there)
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i was wondering if you could do a ln x op x reader smut (already in a relationship) where ln and reader are being bratty so op punishes them (btw if u dont write this then u can skip it) and i love ur writing so so much
Warnings: smut, 18+, degradation, threesome
Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader x Oscar Piastri
A/N - Iâd never say no to this
Having one bratty little piece of shit was usually tiring enough, but having two? Lando and you had very much enjoyed making out right in front of the camera, and in front of Oscar, Landoâs hands all over you, even going as far as to trace the love bite Oscar had given you last night.Â
âOscar. Ow!â Lando gasped as Oscar dug his nails into the upper arm of his boyfriend, holding you in the other. âDo shut up for once in your life, Lando,â Oscar snapped, dropping Lando onto the bed alongside you as Lando looked up at him like a kicked puppy.Â
âBut I didnât do anything,â he protested, the way he batted his lashes and stared at Oscar with his mock innocence was almost convincing. Almost. âGet on your knees,â Oscar said, more forcefully pushing Lando onto his knees. âNot fâme,â the Aussie rolled his eyes as he turned Landoâs head, pushing him between your legs.Â
âAnd you,â Oscar huffed to you indignantly, his eyes trained on you in annoyance, âopen,â he tapped your cheek. You did as you were told, watching as Lando licked a stripe up your slick core, Oscar bunching a hand in your hair and pushed his cock into your mouth.Â
The sound of you gagging on his length didnât faze Oscar in the slightest, your body writhing and thighs squeezing Landoâs head between your legs as he bobbed his tongue in and out of you. âNow,â Oscar said, pulling your head off of his cock as you gasped for air.Â
âYou both wanna act like little whores in public,â Oscar said simply, as Lando moved to sit on the bed beside you, his mouth open in concentration. You could still see traces of your own juices along his jaw.Â
âGo on then,â Oscar said, âhave your little orgasm,â he shrugged. âBut donât you dare touch each other,â he said, making you pause as you reached for Landoâs waistband. âOscar,â Lando whined, but he was smart enough to listen to the Aussie.Â
With a huff, you pressed your own fingers inside of yourself, pumping in and out as you trained your eyes on Landoâs, who was playing with himself as well, cheeks on fire, desperately trying to recreate the feeling of Oscar or Lando inside of you.
It was useless, though. Lando couldnât get off on his hand and neither could you. Oscar had done it on purpose. Made you have a taster of Landoâs tongue licking your little cunt, so you couldnât recreate the feeling yourself when he inevitably tortured you as such,Â
âPoor things,â Oscar sighed as he watched you and Lando try but fail. âAlways need help,â he said, pushing you onto your hands and knees and sliding his cock into you. Lando huffed, still having his little attitude as Oscar raised a brow. âWith an attitude like that, you can get yourself off,â the Aussie shrugged.Â
âNo, Oscar,â Lando whined, his frown dropping into a look of desperation. Oscar rolled his eyes, helping push you over to your own orgasm before he knelt in front of Lando, teasing the boy with his tongue, kitten-licking his sensitive head, before finally letting him have the satisfaction of an orgasm.
But you and Lando would rather do anything than stop beings brats anyways. The punishment was sweet.
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âImpure Thoughtsâ
ăPart 2â Reader x Bucky Barnes?
Bucky is getting more comfortable with going out without the prosthetic. You are getting a little too comfortable with the idea of using it...as a pleasure tool.
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ââ In the living room, you are settled on the couch with your book, but you pause halfway through reading a sentence when it finally sinks in. You have unconsciously placed yourself directly across the room from the armchair, and something seems to be filling your entire field of visionâBuckyâs metal armâpitifully, the first coherent thought that emerges, is undoubtedly something that you have been thinking about these past weeksâyou grind your teeth and chew your tongue. That is followed closely by the realization that this is probably an instinctual reaction born out of being alone for too long. Right? The thought has you swallowing hard while you feet the beginnings of arousal, you shift uncomfortably, crossing your anklesâthe beginning of the end. Here it is again: that feeling of complete addiction, of an irrational kink, need. A craving, a thirst, blood rushing to your ears to chant in your mind once again: God, I want to try it.
Your eyes flicker between the book and the prosthetic. A ripple of gooseflesh erupts down your whole body and you squeeze your eyes shut in mortification, you even change positions and straighten your back, leading to several cracks up your spine. Why did he need to leave his prosthetic arm on the armchair?
You feel your jaw slacken. The inevitable desire floods your brain too quickly, irritation prickling at your chest. âHe is not coming home tonightâŚâ you note mentally with a magnanimous twinkle of your eyes. Two identical streaks of pink appear on your cheek and you avert your gaze, shaking your head. You have imagined what it might be like to use it as a pleasure tool countless times, but you have never considered that you would actually be bold enough to do it. But even as that transient thought flits through your brain, the image of your legs spread while fucking yourself on itâŚthe fantasy swirls hazyâ This is so wrong, but you are so exhilarated by itâbut itâs akin to torture. You rub your eyes and try to focus on the letters and shapes, but it is difficult.
"Right," you mumble to yourself, trailing your fingertip under the sentence to steady your gaze "The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishmentâŚâ
FuckâŚ
You have already read that sentence twice.
You attempt a denial, tongue stuck to your teeth âSome things are beyond helpâ you confess, smothering a yawn into your sleeve. You sigh impatiently, but get up from the couch nonetheless. As you head to the bedroom, you stupidly lean your body in the door frame, attempting to dispel the notion that you are so turned on just thinking about it. You let out a stealthy, thin smile, but you instinctually clasp a hand over your mouth. You stare intently into the prosthetic. Head clouding. Heart taking off again. It is not that you donât want to do it nowâit is more like you donât want your little bubble to pop just yet, the bubble of your innocence. You have finally just given up on the feeble attempt to get your body and mind to settle down to sleep. Your phone, which you have ignored for some time by then, buzzes with a new text. The phone on the coffee table buzzes yet again, but you donât even acknowledge it.
You make your breaths as quiet as possible, managing to walk over to the armchair without making the faintest noise. A growling soft leaves your throat, followed by an annoyed moanâmentally swooning at the idea you will actually do it this time. Instantly, you feel your blood run cold, and your face immediately falls. Embarrassment, that is all, just sheer and utter embarrassment as you find yourself caught in the act.
Quickly, you let out a nervous laugh, amused by your own antics.
âIt's okay, no one will ever find outâ you are quick to try to convince yourself, to urge yourself to take the opportunity. You lost in the end. You get on your knees in front of the armchair, leaning down to get in eye level with it before your hand reaches out and finds the metal fingers, using the pad of your thumb to brush against vibranium there. You lace the cold fingers with yours, they move so easily. âŚyou didnât know that. You are far too entranced by the arm, that you have forgotten about the appendage pressed in between your thighs, until you shift a bit. Instantly, you feel that spot between your legs head up even more and that reminds you of the throbbing sensation you have been ignoring. You apply pressure with your free hand, prying a sharp exhale from your own lips, finding relief on the soft carpeted floor, and spreading your legsâbut still the wetness between your legs is growing, and it is unbearable. You whimper as your fingers press into the clit. You start to rub circles into it as you soak the fabric. But you need more, itâs not enough. That's why you reach down and grab the fabric of your panties in between shaky fingers and gently pull it to the side, rapturously rubbing without the fabric in the way. No, this is not enough. Hands are shaking with desperation.
One by one, you place your fingers in your mouth and lick them before running them up and down your slit, finding yourself instinctually moving quicker. You slid one finger inside, shivering a little at the feeling. It is quickly followed by a second, then a third. You jolt in pleasure when your fingers nudge up against the spot. With newfound vigour, you finger yourself even harder. Your body fizzes with a heady sensuality, where you are constantly in the process of getting aroused, bringing yourself closer to an euphoric climax, but you donât really want to orgasm like that.
You have such an unambiguously bad feelingâawful, reallyâbut you couldn't look away, couldn't stop. But the nearness, the possibility of this fantasy becoming reality, it has dwelled in you for too long. Every embarrassment is forgotten. It has seized hold of your heart: desire is terrible. Your insides clench longingly at need to be filled, practically singing at the thought of something being buried within you. Your hand moves alternately in a frantic blur, then achingly slow, edging closer and closer, fingers are buried deep inside you while the thumb rubs your clit and lips, with you being so wet that you can hear your fingers' movement, butâNo, no, no, this is not enoughâthe fingers are still inside you, moving in a now broken rhythm before stopping completely. You are so tight around your own fingers, how will you feel around the metal ones? You have fantasised about this more than once.
You have touched yourself to that fantasy more than once. âJesusâŚI might actually do itâ It is unusual to be so nervous, but the words that come out of your sweet lips cut off any rational thoughts you have. Then the inevitableâyour pussy throbs at the idea. A reflex, a response, a curse.Â
It is actually rather exciting that no-one will see you. You take a deep shuddering breath, eyes are stormy with a ravenous hunger. There are resolved cracks as your desires win this time. You latch onto the index metal finger hungrily and suck it like it's the sweetest treat, staying still for just a second before moving up and down, tongue swirling around the cold digit. Then, wrapping your tongue around a second finger and tasting the slightly metal tangy taste of the vibranium. You bend the fingers of your other hand in that come-hither motion again and again until your cunt is squirting out onto the hand in a stream of clear wetness.
Shit.
Suddenly, you get up and snatch the prosthetic from the armchair, heading to the bedroom.
Your lip quivers as you drink the sight of the arm onto the mattress, all the while loosening your panties and Buckyâs t-shirt you love to wear, but not nowâwhining through the back of your throat and then heaved breaths through your noseâWhat, what are you doing? Your mind whirres; you can hear your own heartbeat, your palms are clammy. You take the lube before laying on the bed, squeezing some onto your fingers and applying some to and inside of yourself before you start fingering yourself, spreading yourself open and sliding your fingers inside once again. Breathy little noises, helplessly turned on, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking into it as you turn your gaze to the metal prosthetic. âOkayâŚâ you murmur quietly, shifting a little so you can grab the arm with both hands and finally align it with your entrance. You are beyond ready.
âH-holy shitâŚâ you pant as the cold surface of the fingers lightly touches the sensitive skin of your stretched hole, and you moan shamelessly, squeezing your eyes shut and arching into the feeling as your skin erupts in goosebumps, unwilling to acknowledge the frissons of pleasure washing over you with each flick of the metal. Anger boils in your stomach as well as a fair bit of shame, because you are not sure if it will fitâit's way too big. You want to come on the metal, want to feel the coldness, but your face contorts in both pain as much as pleasure as you try to push it inside more. You make a strange whining sound, desperate to come, desperate to fit it beyond the knucklesâyou gasp out when you begin to move it, thrusting in and out in a slow, grinding motion. You finally look down when you finally fit in more of itâyour mouth hangs open and your limbs feel like they are frozen. You have made a terrible decision, you know you have when you see blue eyes illuminated with curiosity, horrorâŚ?Â
âH-heyâ you speak airly, shivering and groaning faintly as his coveting blue eyes meet yours.
Oh yes, you didn't check your phone.
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tags: fem!reader, spanking, use of 'good girl', praise, fingering, implied overstimulation
w/c: 866
It takes all of ten minutes after you get home from the airport for Levi to have your mind numb with pleasure.
Heâs been gone for a weekâaway for some work conference that sent him halfway across the country. Often, when heâs gone like this, he hardly has time to even call you at the end of each day, and this last week has been no exception.
You missed him, and from the way he all but throws you onto the bed after heâs put his suitcase down, youâd be foolish to think the feeling wasnât mutual.
Youâve been stripped down to nothing. The set of cute lingerie youâd worn to pick him up lays in a pile with the rest of your clothes, quickly disregarded by Levi in favor of feeling the soft give of your flesh underneath.
Now youâre draped over his lap on your stomach, struggling to string together a single coherent thought as two of Leviâs fingers stretch you open.
Heâs still dressed. The creases of his dress shirt remain wrinkle-free despite your wiggling, sleeves folded neatly up to his elbows. His tie is the only thing discarded, the silky fabric now deftly wound around your wrists in a makeshift bind, freeing him from the hassle of your roaming hands.
A week apart and youâre not allowed to touch him. If you could think, youâd call it a punishment worse than torture.
âDoes that feel good, sweetheart?â he coos. âIs this what you thought about while I was gone?â
You open your mouth to reply, but he takes that moment to curl his fingers in just the right way to heat your blood to molten levels. An airy moan slips from your throat instead and gets smothered by the pillow supporting your head.
His other palm comes down on your ass, striking once and then again.
âAnswer me.â
Your mouth hangs open without a sound, momentarily caught between delicious pain and pleasure. âYes.â
âGood girl.â He rewards you by rolling his fingers over your clit, generously coating it in your arousal. âYou always make such pretty noises for me. Let me hear them.â
Sparks ignite in your belly, hips rolling to chase the sensation of his fingers, but he pulls away just as your legs begin to shake.
You whine. âLeviââ
He ignores you in favor of watching his fingers slowly sink inside of you again. His eyes practically glow with reverence in the dim lighting. âLook at you, making such a mess.â
Embarrassment burns your face. Youâre probably dripping all over his finely-pressed trousers, staining the fabric, but you canât bring yourself to care about stopping. All you can think about is the growing, aching need in your belly as he starts again.
âLevi, please. Iââ
His fingers disappear. Another smack to your ass makes you flinch and squirm.
âI didnât tell you to speak.â He frowns. âYouâre not in any position to be making demands. Were you this fucked out when you forgot to put away the toys?â
You still for a moment, trying to connect the dots. Itâs like your brain is attempting to wade through quicksand but slowly, you remember.
There was one rule you both followed when he went away on long work trips: no touching without permission. The one rule that up until last night youâd never broken.
Pleasure ebbs from your limbs, and you breathe a pathetic whine into the dampened fabric of the pillow. You need to move, but youâre at Leviâs mercy like thisâbound and unable to do anything without his help.
You feel his free palm caress your hip, right over the sensitive spot heâd spanked just moments prior.
âMâsorry.â Your voice is a labored half-sob, half-gasp, muffled from being pressed against the pillow. âI just missed you.â
Itâs a last ditch effort and you know it. Discipline is a language that Levi knows well, and his capacity for self-control sometimes makes your head spin. He already looks barely affected by comparison. The only sign that heâs worked up at all is the subtle feeling of his length against your side, concealed but nonetheless straining beneath layers of fabric. Your hands clench into loose fists in the binds. To have that level of restraint aimed at you sends an excited thrill up your spine.
You almost expect him to discipline you for speaking out of turn again, but instead you feel his hand move from your thigh to grant you a few slow swipes over your aching clit. Just enough to keep you on the edge, eager for more.
âI know youâre sorry,â he says softly. The shift in his tone makes your shoulders relax, but his fingers swiftly move, pushing deep inside of you at a pace that has your toes curling.
âSince you want to come so bad, letâs see how many you can give me.â His fingers begin to pump and curl inside of you more quickly, hitting the spot that makes your legs quake and turn to jelly. Your back arches, finally giving him full access to the clear and punctuated moan thatâs ripped from your throat. âLetâs start with one for every day I was gone, hm?â
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Day 15: sensation play | poly! marauders x reader
smut
TW: use of nipple clamps/Wartenberg wheel, oral (male AND fem receiving), edging, piv, bondage, use of âdaddyâ
You were sprawled on the bed, ankles and wrists tied, as you watched Sirius and Remus position different items on your drawer.
This time you really fucked it up, but who could blame you? It was the week before your period and you were extremely irritated, but it was also your finals week, meaning that you had never felt more on edge than during this time. So, sue you if you were behaving like a brat.
âNow, love, remember, why are we doing this?â
You huffed. âItâs fucking unfair, itâs not my fault Iâm stressed out, you arenât fucking helping me, you and your fucking binds!â
James scoffed. âIâm failing to find any link between you being stressed out for your exams and teasing Barty right in front of us, darlingâ You lowered your eyes, utterly ashamed.
Remus raised a brow at you. âIf you donât want this, you just have to say your safe word, you knowâ He waited as you gnawed on your bottom lip: you werenât going to chicken out of this. As much as you hated being punished, you knew it would be good at grounding you, you needed to focus on the present moment, not on the future, not on your anxiety, and your boyfriends were experts at doing so. Plus, you chose this dom/sub dynamic with them, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you consented to this. âExactly. Now, why are we punishing you?â
âBecause I acted like a bitchâ
Sirius laughed. âYeah, thatâs an understatement.â
You rolled your eyes. âBecause I behaved like a brat, and I made you jealous on purpose.â
Remus raised a pointed eyebrow. âAndâŚ?â
You exhaled a breath. âAnd because I didnât look after myself, not drinking water, not eating enoughâ
James coughed. âDonât forget about you touching yourself without our consent, honey.â
You averted your gaze.
âSo, we planned a pretty heavy session. You can always tap out, just say your safe word and weâre done, okay? Itâs important, love, I donât want you to ignore what youâre feeling like last time.â Remus bent over to kiss your lips, you melted under the soft press of his lips.
In the corner of your eye, you saw Sirius picking up something little and metallic, only when he got in front of you did you realize what he was holding. You shook your head violently, you hated those damn things, and they knew it.
âHush, honey, relax fâmeâ You tried to take a deep breath while he opened the clamps, securing them on your nipples. Immediately, you felt a sharp sting, you forced yourself to breath it through.
âAre these new?â You looked down: they were new, and you could tell because from them hung two little lilac pendants.
âYes, waitâ He repositioned the jewellery so that it was hanging, the weight tugging your nipple down, making you hiss. âYeah, thatâs how they are supposed to feel. You look so pretty, love.â
You closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself, trying to push away the sharp pain, but it was nearly impossible. The nipple clamps ended with two pairs of little claws, it felt like someone was constantly biting at your sensitive skin.
Suddenly, a ticklish sensation spread all over you: looking down, Remus was trailing what looked like a feather all over your belly, youâd giggle, if it wasnât for the sharp pain coming from your breast area. He trailed it slowly, softly, until it reached your mound. âRemusâ You sighed, jumping when he slapped your inner thigh harshly.
âItâs not Remus, love. What do you call me?â
You sighed, you felt yourself getting wetter by the minute, knowing that they probably wouldnât let you come was pure torture. âSorry daddyâ
He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead. You felt the soft texture of the feather caressing your clit, going up and down repeatedly, excruciatingly slow. You held your moans, trying so hard to think about something gross but failing to. âThatâs right baby, doing so good, you ruined the feather, lookâ He held the object in front of you: it was wet. You blushed furiously, looking down, eliciting a chuckle from your boyfriend.
You felt a tingling sensation on your stomach, looking down you saw James holding a Wartenberg wheel, dragging it lightly on the valley between your breasts, on your clavicles, and then down. He started to apply more pressure, the tingly sensation transforming into a sting. Sirius had started to apply pressure on your clit with his fingers, while Remus still dragged the feather on your now sensitive skin.
You arched your back, moaning: you knew you werenât allowed to come, but if they kept this up you didnât know if you could hold back.
âDo you want to come, baby?â You nodded furiously, whining when Sirius stopped touching you altogether. He positioned himself on top of you, his knees on the sides of your head. âYou have to make us come first, open upâ His dick traced your lips, and you opened, sucking on it before he thrusted harshly into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. You were quite helpless, his thighs stopping you from moving your head, from seeing what was happening.
Soon, you felt Sirius nearing the edge. âOh, fuck, youâre so good, babyâ He whimpered.
âAre you going to make him come, angel?â You moaned as Remus kissed your clit, your thighs shaking as you tried to hold back, you hated when they edged you.
Soon, Sirius found his release down your throat, grinning down at you as you swallowed. You didnât have time to process what had just happened because James entered you in one harsh thrust, making you whine in pain.
âHush, babyâ You refrained from cursing, knowing that what you didnât need at the moment was adding to the punishment. âSheâs so wetâ Sirius tugged on the nipple clamps, making you jolt in pain.
âOh, God do it againâ You widened your eyes as Sirius obeyed, this time he pulled on the clamps more harshly, so much so that one of the two lost its grasp. âOh, sorry love I have to reposition thisâ
This time the sting was ten times worse; your already sensitive skin being tortured by those damn plastic claws. âSiri, she clenches so much when you do that, it feels like heaven, fuckâ He sped up his rhythm, you felt really overwhelmed: Remus had the wheel in his head, and he was focusing once again on your breasts, James was pounding into you at an unruly speed, and Sirius wouldnât let go of those clamps.
âPlease, please I need to comeâ They didnât respond you immediately, making you anxious over the fact that they could have been planning on denying you, it wouldnât have been the first time.
âOkay darling, let go for usâ Sirius pressed down on your clit, as James found his release you finally came, your back arching, vision blacking out as you lost consciousness for a few seconds.
When you came down, Remus was untying your ankles, pressing a gentle kiss on each one before smiling up at you. âYou did so good, baby, how are you feeling?â You groaned in response. James cradled you cheek softly. âWe need to hear it, loveâ
âBetter, I guessâ You averted your gaze, Sirius kissed your lips softly.
âThatâs good to hear, love. Weâre going to clean you up, then we can cuddle. No studying for todayâ
You slumped on the bed, not ready to let go of the post-orgasm bliss.
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