#student council can suck my dick

[three-deviants]

cried a metric fuckton yesterday bc of school, but at least my bf apologised so we're good now

[thesacrificialdove]

THE BITCHING PROJECT

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— it's like you were secretly asking for this !! degration kink, rough sex, dubious consent, deflowering, light dumbification, semi-public sex, manipulation ✧ ft.: yandere student council ✧ cast: nerd f!reader

His hand grasps your hair as you choke around his girth. There's tears brimming in your eyes. Anxiety and confusion are washed away by the growing arousal in your stomach—this isn't normal. You've never been treated like this before. He's using your mouth like a ragdoll.

"Fuck," he moans, obsessing over the way your unexperienced tongue lays flat on the underside of his cock. "Such a good fucking bitch. How does it feel with your nose buried in my cock and not some books, huh?"

Nothing prepared you for the way this man is in the dim light: he's unlike his smile like a warm setting sun, hands tender to the brief passing touch, and voice an echo of hope and cheer.

He's fucking your throat like it's his newest assignment. Studiously, he memorises the plump of your lips and the heat in your throat. There's something primal yet meticulous about how he thrusts into your mouth. It's like he's thought this over and over again.

Your hands struggle for grip on his hips; he won't relent in his pace. Dizziness presents as you can't think straight—his cock the only thing that you can think of.

A guttural moan leaves him. "Can't believe you'd fall for some s-stupid shit like this. Now you're all fucking mine—" he pulls out, the head of his cock on your lips—"you like that, huh? Like belonging to me? I'll make you forget about your classes and I'll keep your cunt strapped on my cock instead."

There's a string of saliva that connects his cock to your lips. He plays with it, having fun smearing it all over your chin. The humiliation is tattooed in your brain.

You agreed to meet him because the Dean planned to give you the scholarsip—something you've been working so hard for. It's a lie. How could you have known someone from the student council would lie to you just to get their dick wet?

"Hey, hey," he pulls you up, sitting you on a desk. "What are you thinking about, baby? You're thinking too hard. Come on, I know you feel good."

And you do. Because after all of this, you still got a big fucking crush on him.

"S-stop it, please," you try to say. "I'm... I'm sorry if I did anything wrong but—"

He laughs. "You did nothing wrong. I love you, I do. But you're just to gullible. You have to know how adorable you look when you think everything you want is going to be handed over to you on a plate."

Red paints your face. Your heart churns at his words but he's standing between your legs with his cock wetting the inside of your thighs. Your cunt is being exposed with an easy pull of your panties to the side. The conflict of arousal and humiliation is too much to handle.

"How about this, hm? I'm going to fuck you better and tomorrow, let's see you beg for the Dean's cock to get that scholarship?"

There's contradictions on your tongue. It's taken out of you when he pulls your hips—his cock sliding between your folds and fucking you raw.

"F-fuck!" You cry. It's too big. His cock stretches you more than your fingers ever had, easily breaking the littlest resistence your hymen had. It makes you cry. Your heart hammers against your ears. It pulses in time with your cunt convulsing around him.

He's breathing against your cheeks; with the way he's out of breath, it's like he's enjoying taking your virginity like this. "Holy... fuck—did you never have a guy in here before?" he asks, as if he needs confirmation. "You're so fucking tight. I need you to loosen up for me, babe."

Not a single effort was made to get you to relax. He pulls back and fucks you right in, ignoring your pained little whimpers as it's being overshadowed by your moans. You're conflicted but he's so assured. Though your brain runs wild, your pussy sucks him in and is getting wetter by the second.

"So fucking good," he moans. "Tight fucking slut for me."

"I've never—agh! Never... had—!"

He chuckles as he bruises your hips with his hold. "I can fucking tell, baby. Shit. I can feel your cute little pussy hug my cock so tight. You love it so bad, don't you? I bet you fucking waited to be defiled by a cock this big."

You can barely muster a breath, nonetheless a word to deny him. It’s cruel how he pistons his hips. Your legs are in the air, toes clenching as half of his cock barely breaches inside of you. You’re gripping him with a vice, the pain dulling with the hot moans he breathes through your skin.

“God, that’s it,” his mouth instinctively opens as he spreads your folds open. Your pussy is spread. on the girth, his eyes trained onto where his cock disappears inside of you. You can tell he’s lost himself in the sensation when he has to swallow down his own spit.

He’s moaning, a growl emitting from him when you squeeze him. “Loosen the fuck up!” His hand presses against your stomach, trapping you on the wooden desk. “God, shit. For someone eager to take a cock in you’re so not prepared.”

The new angle just rubs your g-spot. A strangled moan involuntarily leaves you, his response being a dark grin spreading on his face. Knowing now, he continues to rubs up that spot. You want to pull your legs together but it’s tightly locked in his grasp. Toes curling, you tense up as he thrusts faster inside of you.

“S-so…” you gasp, hands gripping the edge of the table as you move with the force of his thrusts. “So fucking—so fucking good, haaah..!”

With each thrust, you lose yourself to the pleasure. Your cunt perfectly welcomes him in, even sucking him inside just to keep it rubbing against those nerves. You don’t remember a time feeling this good. The stretch is almost gone. Broken cries of pleasure are being punched out of you. He’s merciless and chases his own high, yet you’re being dragged along as you feel yourself soak and leak.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “I knew you’d love being fucked by me. I’ve been…. shit! I’ve been seeing you shake your cute little ass since you came. here. Knew you were so desperate to be claimed by me.”

He groans low in his throat. Swiftly, he throws your legs together on one side of his shoulders, fucking his cock deep inside of you. The new angle reaches further, your legs shaking from the intense feeling of being used like a toy for him. Your pleasure is undeniable. If you could see yourself, you would see your wet cunt drooling as your face is molded into a face of intoxication.

You can’t help it anymore. The slow yet deep thrusts spreads tingles from your pussy to the rest of your body. “‘m close…” you mutter, struggling to find diction. “So close—hng!”

“I didn’t hear you, “ he pulls on your hair from the roots, tugging it with enough force to electrocute your nerves there. “I can’t fucking hear you with your pussy gushing all over me.”

Cheeks turning a bright red, you try to cover yourself as he thrusts deep and short for emphasis. You can hear yourself make wet sounds with each movement. His words only make you wetter.

Trying to gather yourself, you take a deep breath with a hand over head your head. “I wanna cum, I need it so bad please… Need to cum on. your cock so b-bad!” You cry, surprised you could even form words when all you can think. about is that hot rod inside of you.

He’s forgiving. “Good fucking girl,” he sighs in relief as he continues his animalistic thrusts. The desk creaks each time and you would be worried for its durability if not for his hand lowering to play with your clit.

“Cum for me, cum for your new owner.”

The cock breaching your once-virgin pussy and the your clit being fondled only ushers you closer and closer to an orgasm. You couldn’t even warn him. With both hands reaching for his shoulders, a moan leaves you so loud you’re so everyone in the hallway could hear you.

You’re shivering. Your body is worn out and his cock pulls out of you—your orgasm flowing out as his own spurts on your face to your neck. He had clumsily aimed at your face, the angle awkward with your body half sat on the table. But the liquid splashed to your a bit of your lips, the taste of his release odd yet so erotic.

“Shit,” he mutters, the relief washing over him. You can see the satisfaction in his face; the slight upward tilt of his smile, the heavy breathing, his eyes examining every part of your body, all of it a testament to his amusement to having just defiled you.

There’s no need to speak. Finally, for the first time, he pushes his lips against yours.

In your years living, you haven’t given away your first kiss. In this moment, he had successfully taken two first times with you. His kiss reflects his previous desire to make his mark in your cunt. Breath hot, he pushes his tongue inside your mouth and is determined to lick every part of it.

You’re weak in his grasp. Every limb is numb and your pussy is still tingling. He’s kissing you how he wants as you simply struggle to breathe correctly. Your head is dizzy. There’s a cloud within your thoughts, simply unable to comprehend anything that is happening.

With a bite to your lower lip, that grounds you back to reality. He laughs into the kiss before placing his lips on your neck.

“So fucking dumb now,” he laughs, “don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you’ll get a reward for servicing my cock.”

Being his broken-in slut doesn’t seem so bad.

UPDATE ! 📢 @wiltedpoison @elloredef @alureasoley

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[mistywaves98]

Delinquent reader getting her brains fucked by councilprez!Scara? Degrading, spanking, bjs, over the desk and bodyworship?

And ong, please!! Bonus if they're step siblings for just that extra, unnecessary spice. Please, please, please? 🙉❤️

The stepcest got my stomach twisting like-?? Though tbh I'm not too confident abt this one... Long fics aren't really my strong point 😭

✧･ﾟ:* ->Student Council President! Scara x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Stepcest, Degradation, Slight praise, Spanking, Blowjob, Mean!/Sadistic! Scara, Body worship if you squint!

Did you really think that you could get away with your usual mischief just because you were related to the president of the student council? Well, yeah...no. Not after you've found yourself in this position — on your knees of the empty classroom, choking on the president's dick. Scaramouche couldn't keep the sadistic smile off his face as he roughly fucked your poor throat with his girthy length. Your jaw was sore, your oesophagus even more so from the way he used your mouth like a fleshlight.

You couldn't stop gagging everytime the tip hit the back of your throat, making you grab his thighs to steady yourself as tears streamed down your face,"Aww, what's the matter? Don't tell me your mouth hurts already, I was hoping to cum down your throat a couple times. Oh well, guess once will have to do...Open wide." His tone feigned sadness, but expression said otherwise. Scaramouche's eyes glinted with malice as he pulled you off his cock, groaning as he allowed his gooey cum to splatter all over your face, making you wince in response. He then takes a hand and runs it along your cheek, collecting his cum on his fingers only to shove them into your mouth.

And like the obedient little sister you are, you stuck your tongue out and accepted every drop before swallowing the bitter essence. You certainly looked a mess now, the lower half of your face dripping with the evidence of his climax as well as the red puffiness of your cheeks from crying. Scaramouche pats your head, the gesture more condescending than uplifting, "Good girl. At least you're not totally brain dead. But you still need to be punished for all those violations.."

Now you find yourself pulled up from the floor, laid across his lap. You squirm, legs kicking slightly before tensing as he flips up the back of your skirt,"S-scara? What are y—!!" A sharp smack to your ass cuts you off as you yelp, holding your tongue as your face flushes. "Tch, what a whore I have for a sister... Walking around with a skirt that barely covers your ass. That also goes against the dress code, y'know." Though you can already feel his dick getting stiff as he says that, the hardness pressing uncomfortably against your stomach.

Scaramouche takes his time to admire your body from this angle, running a finger from the base of your neck, moving down your spine to the top of your skirt, feeling you, shudder from the sensation. His eyes trail down to the area between your legs, watching as the fabric of your panties clings to the drooling folds of your pussy and he decides to use this to taunt you some more,"Hah! Are you really this worked up right now? All from sucking my dick... Guess you like this more than you're letting on. You love getting treated like a bag of holes by your stepbrother, don't you, you dirty bitch."

As much as you didn't want to admit it, he was right and the way he was calling you out was making you wetter by the second. Your step brother noticed it too, and smirked at the sight before suddenly grabbing the waistband of your panties. His eyes narrowed as he yanked it up and forwards a bit, eliciting another yelp from you as the fabric gets caught between your ass cheeks. The sensation is rather painful, as he intended, making you whimper as your face burns with humiliation.

"There, that's better. Now I can get a proper view of this ass in all its plush glory. Look at it, just begging to be spanked!" He laughed at his own words, enjoying every minute of your dilemma as he runs a hand over the smooth skin, giving it a periodic squeeze. When he's had his fill, he lifts it and reels it back. A loud smack! resounds throughout the classroom as his palm comes into contact with your ass. He's unforgiving, using as much force as possible to maximize your pain reception.

The tears are quick to flow, dripping onto the floor as your body lurches forward with each spank. Scaramouche suddenly lifts his left knee a bit propping his foot up with the assistance of a nearby chair. This slight change lifts your ass higher in the air, forcing your back into an arch as he continues his ruthless punishment. You wail and plead, arms flailing as you try to convince him to let up even a little bit but it's all in vain. His palm simply comes down to press between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as your step brother remains hellbent on tormenting you like this.

Your cries accompanied with the smacks echo throughout the otherwise quiet classroom. Considering it's after school hours, there's no one that would hear the two of you, except perhaps the janitor but they wouldn't dare interrupt such a scene. smack! smack! smack! The pain is searing by now, and you're quite positive that you're not going to be able to sit properly for a while after this. It's only when the flesh is red and raw that Scaramouche decides it's enough.

Even after his hand retreats you can still feel the sting, jolting as it comes back down to rub the irritated skin. The other one moves to grab the sides of your face, pulling your head back to look up at him as he coos at your pitiful state,"What a sight you are... Spanked nice and raw f'me. Heh, you should be grateful that I didn't make you count every single hit." His thumb pries your mouth open, pressing down on your tongue to reveal your used throat,"I definitely would've, if I hadn't fucked your mouth so thoroughly..."

"Are we...are we done..?" You manage to croak out as he removes the finger, voice hoarse and a bit muffled from the grip on your face as you desperately hope he'll give you a break. That hope is swiftly shattered when he merely cackles, the sadistic glint in his eyes ever present as his shoulders shake with laughter,"Haha! You thought I was done with you? Oh, no no, my dear step-sis, we've barely reached the fun part yet.." Dread pools in the pit of your stomach as he changes your position for the second time.

This time your upper half is pushed against the teacher's desk, breasts smushed against the hard surface as your lower half hangs off the edge. Scaramouche eagerly discards your skirt and then your underwear, pocketing the latter for personal use as he fixates on your bare pussy. Your step brother bites his lip, trailing a finger down your drooling slit before using his index and middle to push apart your folds and reveal your clenching hole to him,"Shit...she's fucking gorgeous... S' pretty and just asking to be filled. Can't believe you've been hiding all this from me, huh sis?"

He lifts his head to look at your face, and you avert your gaze, cheeks burning as he simply chuckles at your shyness. Though as much as he'd love to stare some more, his cock was already hard and aching for some more relief. A choked whimper slips out of you as he lines himself up with your entrance and abruptly shoves himself inside you, giving you no time to adjust as he bottoms out immediately. Scaramouche grunts as he feels your walls stretching to accommodate him, loving the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock.

"Hnn...Oh, God— Your pussy's so damn tight... Squeezing me so nicely...So wet too, I knew you were enjoying that spanking, fucking slut.." His hands come down on either side of your torso, pressing against the table for leverage as he begins to thrust. He picks up a rhythm, going hard and deep with reasonably paced strokes. Your nails scratch the smooth wood of the table, moans keening from your aching throat as his tip kisses your cervix every time he pushes back in. It doesn't help that his hips are snapping against your sore ass with each thrust, making you wince when they flush against yours. Your legs struggle to support you, trembling as his cock splits you apart.

All this back to back stimulation has rendered your body incredibly sensitive and you already find yourself teetering near the edge of release,"A-ahn...! S-...Scara...hnn! 'm gonna...gonna cum—!" Scaramouche feels his dick twitch as he hears that, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts as he becomes set on making you coat his dick in your creamy essence. "Then cum f'me, wanna feel your slutty pussy squirt around my cock..." Well that was all you needed to hear, eyes rolling to back of your skull as you came with a squeal of ecstasy.

Scaramouche moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him, your cum creating a translucent ring around the base of his shaft. He didn't stop thrusting, helping you ride out your high as his body chased release of its own. His hands came down to grasp your hips, using it as leverage to drill his cock into you as a wild pace, strangled whimpers leaving your parted lips,"Nghh... Fuck, you looked so pretty cummin' around my dick like that..."

"But we're not done yet, so brace yourself..."

[ifanclover]

i got bored and decided to draw these dudes (and doodles with clovely making an appearance when she wants to)

there were like lots of thoughts buzzing around in my head throughout this process that i don’t think are really all that applicable to the image but i wanna get out anyways because i like to blab in text for whatever reason

some blabs here correspond to the doodles

(this is LONG there are A LOT OF WORDS and OPTIONAL LINKS TO CLICK ON)

sometimes i wonder where the change from nathaniel being the blue love interest in hsl to the yellowish-green one after came from other than he doesn’t wear blue anymore maybe

aww he doesn’t wear blue anymore :(

he’s also like the second(?) prominent(??) character in a series i know who’s like a student council president with a blue image color

the other character is eli ayase from love live

speaking of love live man i love bibi (looks over at nathaniel castiel and armin) bibi is my favorite love live subunit

i don’t think nathaniel knows what love live is

he’d definitely refuse to do love live cosplay for clovely even if she asked nicely

“nathaniel become school idols with me”

“what”

armin would also probably give it a go

“you’d look so sexy in a skirt nath”

“e-excuse me?”

“i meant what i said”

also for a good majority of the boys i just used the shoes from the the clothing items candy could wear

sometimes i imagine up what-if scenarios like “what if nath was cast as little red riding hood instead of candy?”

oh that would be hell

on the other hand i know two other little red riding hood stories that deviate from the original plot a bit

the deviation being some sort of romantic bond between red and the wolf

thank you vocaloid and thank you utapri

i can definitely imagine clovely saying that nath could make a good little red only to momentarily freak out because she remembered those two stories in particular

so i can see nath glaring at cas for getting the role of the big bad wolf because 1) ew he would refuse to be romantic with castiel of all people and 2) he sees clovely n cas together and knowing of the stories she told him earlier in the week he gets a bit jealous

it would either be “i wish i was the wolf instead” jealousy or “i could be okay with playing little red if you were the wolf” jealousy

maybe both if you wanna go that way

the top of castiel’s shirt is so frilly it makes me wonder how big the hole would be if you were to stretch it to its fullest

“still as flat as ever i see”

“i could say the same about your butt”

“wh— why are you staring at my ass?!”

“you’re probably just as flat as i am back there”

“answer my question damnit!!!”

i like to think that they enjoy tormenting each other

castiel because he just loves doing it to candy regardless of what type of candy he’s dealing with probably

clovely because he’s like one of the only people at school she could be openly vulgar with definitely

she would tell him to suck her dick or something like that

he’ll take it

he always does

lysander kinda just watches them in disbelief

“why are you talking about penises?”

“oh my god lysander just say cock it won’t hurt you”

“but. . .”

“cock. say it.”

“. . . c-cock. . .”

“louder”

“castiel—”

“say. cock. louder.”

what is it with guitar-playing red characters?

i can just imagine a room with all of them in it

castiel, otoya (utapri), julia (million live), kasumi (bandori), others if you can think of any

he’d probably get along best with julia???

i’m just taking a guess here

clovely would likely talk his ear off about her guitar-playing anime characters if he gives her the chance

he did once

and he will never again

“—so that is more or less how aimi as her character julia became not just a major role in the creation of bandori, but also the face of it as kasumi toyama. it’s so cool how these two different franchises have such a strong connection with each other through a single person, yeah?”

“uh. . . yeah. . .”

sometimes i wonder what goes on inside lysander’s head

i feel like there’d be a point where clovely would try doing that because some schoolmates would point out how similar they are

they don’t see it in the slightest

“aaaaaggghh!!!”

“what? what’s wrong?”

“i tried thinking how i thought you’d think but it just went to assigning everyone in our class an animal and i envisioned kentin as a fluffy brown little pomeranian and now i can’t stop thinking about how cute he’d be if he was one!!!”

“. . . that is quite adorable”

“his puffball tail wagging happily as i reach my hand out to pet him. . .”

“i think i’d be a lop rabbit”

“oh lop bunnies are super cute too!!! if you were a bunny i’d definitely take you home with me”

“. . .”

“. . . lysander?”

i find him to be so funny sometimes when it comes to other guys

you show one instance of having an interest in someone else and he immediately catches onto it

and he gets super happy when you show interest in him

like he either wants you to try and grab his attention or pay attention to him it’s so funny

i’m here giggling to myself watching him try to be subtle but my poor lil clovely is a stupidhead so she will not catch onto any of it

i don’t know why i chose to give him lashes

actually i don’t know why i gave lysander kentin and alexy lashes at all

maybe i got possessed or something i dunno

lysander learns about vocaloid!!!

he wants to know clovely’s music tastes and it’s all vocaloid and anime god help her

god help me too because same

he suggests her to pick out a song she’d like him to sing because he wants to make her happy :)

she pulls out the disappearance of hatsune miku :D

god help him

i think armin would do his own pokemon smash or pass for funsies

it’d be funnier if he has someone else with him so they can compare smash/pass scores

who’d be the someone else though?

i think he’d try to convince alexy first but all he got was a hard immediate no so he went to ask the other guys

“smash”

“armin that’s a plant”

“i’d still smash”

“armin.”

i dunno which guy is accompanying him here just know that whoever it is it is not alexy

do you think armin knows what vocaloid is?

i think so

he’s probably played project diva at least once

and maybe also tried the popipo thing with rocket (the link goes to the original song i don’t have tiktok)

armin’s super supportive of alexy so i know he’d support him after confessing to kentin but what if deep down he has this really dark and fucked up side to him that wants to show alexy the “i’m not gay greg” page from a diary of a wimpy kid fanfic he found on reddit

“you did really well, alexy! i’m happy for you :D”

“show him the image armin” <- that’s his really dark and fucked up side talking to him

he’d revel over clovely also liking anime and games even though her rosters pale greatly in comparison to his

“have you seen the video of the guy that full combo’d soldier game with hot dogs?”

“uh, duh???”

he fucks with rina tennoji

me too she’s my favorite in nijigasaki

he wants his own rina-chan board

armin-kun board?

armin-kun board

cried when he realized he couldn’t get the official rina-chan board because it was a limited item

don’t worry armin you can always make your own

no seriously there are some people out there who have made their own working rina-chan boards before the official one was ever announced

throughout my process of drawing kentin i came to the conclusion that i likely let my bias take over me

as in i made him cuter in my mind

i gave him toof and then panicked a bit because he normally does not have one

but he’s so cute with toof!!!

so i kept it

he also has freckles but they’re like pretty faint so the normal person wouldn’t notice them unless they’re up close

also in his old full body sprite he had one of his pant legs tucked into his boot and i kept that because i thought it was cute

i really need to stop describing kentin with “cute” i know

the twins would probably call him cute whenever they get the chance though

they’re just like that

he only watches anime with clovely so the only animes he know are the ones he’s seen with her

which is mostly idol anime

and higurashi back in middle school

god that one traumatized him

he constantly had to hide behind her because he was too scared to look at the screen

it still freaks him out to this day

during the deborah arc he encountered clovely walking around with a bat (the one agatha gave her) and oh god the horrors he re-experienced at that moment

“higurashi isn’t real, kentin. hinamizawa syndrome cannot hurt you.”

“THEN WHY HAVEN’T YOU PUT THAT AWAY YET?!?”

also i wanna believe that kentin’s favorite love live girls are either rin or hanayo he can’t pick between the two

no it’s not because they’re childhood friends stop analyzing him please

the love wing bell episode is one of his favorites

he and clovely talked about it once during school to relive memories

and because it’s the episode with the wedding dress and wedding-themed song they start talking about wedding dresses

“i wonder how you’d look in a wedding dress”

“huh? me?? there’s no way i can pull that off, clubs! i mean, look at me.”

“you’d look so pretty, though. i’d be really happy to have such a beautiful bride like you.”

“. . . y-you. . !”

“me :)”

i don’t think alexy’s much of an anime person either

like he’d probably watch it?

but he isn’t as bad as armin when it comes to it

i think he will admit when he finds an anime dude attractive though

clovely shows him anime idol guys from time to time

“this is seiji shingen, and his irl fanbase population stays pretty true to his in-universe one”

“mostly men?”

“mostly men”

“yeah, he looks like he attracts guys”

he’d also find some interest in the stylings of idol outfits maybe

has a small collection of them somewhere so he can use them as references

i feel like the common ground that’d connect the twins’ interests together would probably be cosplay?

then again i feel like that in itself isn’t as common as it could be

like i can see alexy gravitate towards the more stylish idol costumes while armin’s trying to be william afton

oh that’d be so funny to see

alexy agrees to doing some cosplay once with armin but is unfortunate in finding out that their costumes are gonna be a surprise for the other

lo and behold alexy dressed as kaito and armin is among us

“holy shit alexy your outfit is so accurate it’s crazy!! you really outdid yourself with this!”

“. . . why are you among us”

never again

okay maybe again

as long as armin isn’t involved

sorry armin

would happily give the entire school a makeover if he had the budget for it

especially kentin he wants to give him a makeover so badly

do you think alexy will make him cooler to look hotter or cuter just to tease him?

one day kentin did approach alexy looking a bit nervous about something

“so, uh, there’s kinda something i wanna ask you, i guess.”

“really? well, i’m here to listen, so ask away!”

“what’s ‘yaoi’? i asked armin earlier, but he told me to ask you instead.”

“. . .”

“alexy?”

“where’s armin i need to talk to him”

the next day armin is found tied to a tree

alexy suspect #1

but it’s okay he’s the cuter twin he’s exempt from any guilt passed his way

that’s how it works right?

. . . yeah i think a lot

mostly about unnecessary things

[plaindangan]

Futa!Angie, did you really use your cock to hypnotize all those students into joining your Student Council?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Whaaat? What are on Earth are you talking about?~ I would never do that! I merely just show them that, with Atua, you'll be able to be pierced with love --"

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""NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!! A--a-angieeeee!!! M-my asss, it's stretching out my assssssssss!!!" Himiko gasped, moaning the loudest she's ever had. She had been pressed against her dorm wall, her doughy wobblewagon being exposed to the elements thanks to Angie ripping her leggings and panties to pieces.

All for the sake of her dripping fuckrod to penetrate her ass again to make her squeal~

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"That it can quench the thirst that you have been needing all your life!"

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"Sllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrp!! S-s-s-s-soooooo goooooodddddd!! So damn...good!! S-such a filtyh, degenerate, sllllllllrppp, cooccccccccck!! Sllllllllllllrrrp!!" With one hand fingering her pussy, Tenko was eagerly sucking at Angie's cock, eyes mixed between total haze and a incredulity.

All while Angie looked down at her with a look of smug dominance.

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"He can really give your the essence needed to reach nirvana~"

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"OHHHH! OHHHH GODDDDDD!!! THIS IS BEYOOOND R-RATTEEED!! WE-WEE'LL BE C-CAN-OOOOHHHH~" What was Tsumugi trying to say? Oh well!~ It's probably just the ramblings of a cock drunk geek. A geek that was currently bent over her bed and getting her womb filled with the artist's cream and losing her senses over it~

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"But, of course, it also requires some...hands on help~"

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"So this is a...cock? It's...warmer than expected? Does it...feel good when I stroke it? I...I need more data!!" H0P3, otherwise known as Hope, said the fembot is utter awe at Angie's thicc, tall, shaft and her mushroom leaking pre-cum. The fembot's's sensors were going wild with curiosity, and had taken to really rub at dick to see the extent of how much pleasure she can bring to her soon to be president...

For data purposes of course~

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"Though, I suppose a 'demonstration' works just as well, too~...Right, Gonta?~ My beloved Tarzan~"

It was kind of mean of her. To tie up Gonta to a chair. Stripped down to his boxers. His dick exposed at the front. Currently helpless as he watched Angie do quite the exotic dance in front of him. A dance that her voluptuous hips and ever so enticing cock swaying in the wind for him~

But it was necessary. For when he finally snapped and turned feral, it would be Angie getting her just rewards from Atua. In the form of a new loyal follower. In the form of a cock that was blessed to be as nearly as big and girthy as her's~

[jimmy-valmer-official]

hey there!! im a youtuber called marsspitsbars (aka jimmy valmers #1 fan), and i really heart this blog <33333 I LOVE JIMMY SM RAAHHHH!!!! but anyway

one of my friends online really likes jimmy x wendy. at first i was really iffy about it, i thought it was complete ass, but now im starting to ...kinda like it. jyle will always be my #1, but idk, jendy is really cute too.

what's ur opinion?

Tysm!! im glad!! I LOVE JIMMY CLUB ‼️‼️ we should start a union…

Tbh ive never really heard of that :0 definitely a super rare pare… but WOW okay when i think about it I can definitely see it??

Like okay (rant under the cut oops…)

First off, I’m convinced that if Jimmy asked Wendy out, he’d have more of a chance with her than a lot of the other boys solely because he’s not a total dick?? but he’d DEF have to win her over… I doubt she’d date him just for the sake of dating. He could totally pull it off though

And if Wendy asked him out then I’m almost certain that he’d at least go on a date with her because like, that’s just how he is. I doubt he’d ever turn down a confession unless he was alr dating ig.

Anyways like IF THEY WERE TOGETHER TBH IT DEF WOULD BE PRETTY CUTE…

Like think about it.

Wendy is super morally driven and cares a lot about justice. jimmy also has a high morale, but i’d say hes much more passive than wendy in terms of enforcing it. Im just imagining wendy being like “CARTMAN FUCKING SUCKS WHY IS HE LIKE THIS” and jimmy pats her on the back and is like “idk but [insert funny joke]” and shes like “okay but im still gutting him” and hes like “can i watch”

they’d definitely have some sweet interactions too since theyre both normally super nice… and they both are pretty hard working and confident/driven, so i can see them having a lot of mutual respect for each other ffjejf, they compliment each other pretty well

and plus, its literally serious student council leader x stupid immature comedian… like COME ON thats the funniest thing ever

[s0raluvr]

GENSHIN HIGHSCHOOL AU ! | headcanons !! | pt. 1

masterlist | pt. 2

gn reader, mc has a sibling! they/them pronouns are used. implied x reader, crack ! swearing, bad grammar, my apologies if i make the characters out of character. mona and scaramouche are cousins here. it's my first time writing a x reader. please bear with me.

kokomi !

historians always say that they are friends. but still- kokomi, the member of the student council was your bestie!! wow!!! she always tries to help you since on your first day.

“ hey wanna be friends? ”

“ oh sure! ”

seriously, that's just that simple. but you sometimes tried to help her with her work!! but kokomi doesn't need your help although she has a lot of paper work-. however, you don't mind about it. kokomi is very glad that you helped her. and then she realised- you're late.

“ [name] you're late to class! i can handle this on my own!- ” she said. “ it's fine- math class can suck my dick. ” you replied, in an annoyed tone. you still have the urge to skip class anyway.

“ watch your language! and don't try to skip class again! ” she scolded. “ haha, my bad. ms student council~. ” you teased her with that kind of nickname, while smiling at her.

now it has been decided that- kokomi did the work with you. she thanked you after that. sadly you got scolded again- but this time it's the teacher. oh, the pain after you got caught for helping your friend aka the student counselor.

the aftermath is just that Kokomi has to remind you everytime to avoid troubles / the scolding from your teacher (s). she decided to take you out anyway, she makes you feel happy anytime.

tighnari !

MOMMM I LOVE THIS FOX MAN!!!

this little man is your tutor, all because your stupid and goofy ahh didn't listen to class. now the teacher has to drag tighnari's ass to tutor you for every exams / lessons you got. mostly you fell asleep but at the same time, wide awake AS HELL. mostly, he wanna crave violence at your dumbass so much. all because you didn't listen to him and you still got low scores LMAOOO DESERVED. at the end, you still got tutored by him.

“ girl.. this is embarrassing... ” you showed your grades to tighnari, he looks.. disappointed at you? you can't tell anyway. “ ...even more embarrassing than you, now i still have to tutor you. ” annoyed tone, he is VERY VERY disappointed. you laughed at him. oh.. boy.. you'll be in trouble for that too.. “ this is so sad. pfft- ” now, you know what comes next.

yep. scolding.

you are still confused every time.. poor our little fox man, he still has to teach you all over you getting low grades. sure that, you are a troublemaker at school. it's important to study too.

after these months of teaching, you are finally motivated [ a/n : HOLY SHIT IS THAT A DMC REFERENCE? /j ] but lower your expectations, grades aren't always luck too. now you are all ears to tighnari. and yay!! you get good grades now. you teased him for being your “ strict father ”.

“ excuse me? “ he said, you laughed at his face again. “ ...since when am I your father? ” he asked, his face looks blank and neutral about it after all. “ heh! well, you mostly sounded like my father- maybe. WHEN IT COMES TO SCOLDING I SWEAR- ” you lost your cool anyway, and looked away. “ uh, tighnari- wanna try to hang out with me, when you are free? ” you asked him directly, he nodded. you smiled at him too. glad that you made a new friend who is a smartass while you are the chaotic dumbass.

BONUS : kokomi and tighnari interaction. tighnari mostly scolds you if you forgot something / didn't listen to class again / you fell asleep during class.

albedo !

WEE WOO WEE WOO CHALK MAN?!! IN THIS HC? LET'S GOO!!!

now let's see what this chalk can do. AHEM, AHEM!! he is almost the same as tighnari, but- he is the quiet one. you probably see him quite interesting and probably kind of hard to approach.

oh? you decided to interact with him anyway, you just go with your guts. however- albedo doesn't give a shit if you tried to talk with him. oh wow! it's rare that, you have similar interests with someone, you just met. ..maybe similar interests...?

but you're just a talkative one who never shuts up about your interests + days and so on.

“ WAIT!!! YOU ARE ALBEDO RIGHT?? ” you sounded very happy and held his hand, because you like alchemy and wanted to learn more from albedo. but albedo is confused. how do you know him? did sucrose tell you about him? ahem.. ahem “ oh? of course, i am albedo. ” albedo stared at your face, you look very happy. he wonders why. “ uh.. is everything alrig- ” oh, sheesh this is very awkward. you stopped holding his hand. “ i forgot to introduce myself!- my name is [name] [last name]! ” now he thinks that you're not just a troublemaker, you're a nice person who wants to learn some new stuff, based on your interests of course.

now, that's how you two met. although, you interacted with his friend- sucrose. you dragged him to some places.. he sometimes wonders why he is friends with you. [ a/n : NO BECAUSE YOU GET BITCHES TOO?? FOR WHAT. BRO IS BEFRIENDING THE WHOLE ASS CAST?? HELO ]

but at the same time, he doesn't mind. unless.. it's somewhat random to drag him into your situation / chaotic scenes with you.

HE ALSO HATES PUBLIC PLACES, IT'S CANON I AM MIHOYO.

mona !

oh wow! good for you that this astrology girlie is your childhood best friend!! childhood friends to lovers when. you and mona are childhood friends before you two entered school, she gets you out of trouble. and of course, she is always teasing you [ after what you did to get in trouble ]

the fact you will defend her with all your heart, she is indeed your sweetheart huh?

if you hear insults about her, you would create a public fight with a stranger dawg. mona d rider moment. but that's okay, she is mona anyway. i can repeat myself of how you will do everything for your childhood best friend, but historians said that they are best friends anyway.

“ mona is too annoying! why wouldn't she try to shut up about astrology?! ” someone said, they were shit talking about mona in front of her. she looked neutral nor didn't give a shit about it. “ mona, can i please talk with them. ” you sound very mad and annoyed at the people who is shit talking about her. mona has a concerned face- “ what? [name] are you sure? it might make it worse.. ” she sounds very worried about you, you're aware of that. you nodded at her. oh, sheesh. she is worried about you being in trouble again.

GODDAMNIT, THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT FITS THEM OMG!!1!3??2 you would also not hesitate to make a public scene with the popular, handsome, short-tempered boy named scaramouche. which is her cousin, you hate the most. fyi, you almost got expelled after creating the public scene over some students shit talking about mona.

you also make cheesy jokes with her, but mona “ suffering ” because of it. she thinks it's funny tho, but she acts very tough. [ a/n : STOLE THE IDEA FROM MY MOOT HEAHHAHAHA ]

mona helps you with the homework too. you two are such sweethearts < 3.

you two are also talkative too, except you always listen to her first. she enjoyed your company too, you two are indeed sweethearts.

scaramouche / kunikuzushi !

holy shit, how many aliases does he have? and yippe, short man's turn.

Of course, he is mona's cousin. you despise him during childhood, and you still hate him.

ehh.. you found out that he is very popular at mona- i mean your school. he seems to type the guy who acts tough around girls, some guys don't like him because he seems to be everyone's dream boy. although, he always skips class and he rarely does anything somehow.

mona seems to keep you away from him, because you two always fight too. as he expected, you two knew each other so well. he also plays with everyone's feelings- he doesn't care about anyone [ except for kids and his close ones, the grandparents. ]

you once saw him visiting the daycare, you thought that he didn't care about everyone at all but kids? that's weird. you still think that it's weird seeing him that he has a soft spot. at the same time you think it's cute. now you decided to tease him about it.

NO YOU WILL NEVER SHUT UP OF HOW HE IS A BABYGIRL.

“ oh?? the fuckboy who attracts other girls has a soft spot for children huh? ” you walked to him, with a teasing tone. grinning, and he turned back, eyes widened. He is embarrassed for seeing him in his state for caring about children, at the daycare basically. you still laughed at him for that, you also of course love to make everyone embarrassed.

Aw man, he wanted to punch that face all because you are teasing him. at the same time he has to act tough.

this man right here is a menace but gets embarrassed when he gets caught. i shit you not, now you will never shut up about it to mona. now you two are teasing him about it NONSTOP.

“ we're just friends ”my ass, you two are fruity as hell. he would def try to start a fight with you again, but keep his cool anyway. as long, as you two aren't in trouble.

he is fully aware tho, no worries! then the next day, you are arguing with him again.

⋕amia : ★ please do not try to copy my works / ideas, again- my apologies if i made the characters' personality wrong too !! mihoyo aka hoyoverse's characters aren't mine, all characters belong to the company that includes mc is yours. you can imagine them as your personality or any design, or whatever you like!! (꜆˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)꜆

[ayyezhongli]

dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

[someoneoutofthisworld]

Yoonmin fic rec 29

Memento Mori by PikaChiminie

Demon hunter Yoongi Min isn't the type to dwell on his mistakes. Sure, he underestimated a fire demon and got his beloved gun destroyed. Sure, he worked with a necromancer and managed to get himself killed. Sure, the necromancer reanimated Yoongi, effectively taking ownership of his soul. And yeah, sure, Yoongi may have slept with said necromancer's boyfriend before turning tail and running. But all of that was supposed to be dust in the wind, at least until the Raven of the South, necromancer Jimin Park, comes after Yoongi, demanding the demon hunter pay his dues. Now Yoongi is reunited with his bitter rival, and Jimin is none too happy to be working with him either. Jimin's heart has been stolen, though, and he needs Yoongi's help to get it back. When the quest is a literal matter of life and death, Yoongi can't afford to run again.

"you want a mint?" by blanket_kkik

Yoongi's the guitarist of Jimin's favourite band on campus. Which also means Jimin has an enormous crush on him and wants to suck his dick, maybe.

Supernova by PikaChiminie

As a son of Aphrodite, Jimin is allowed many luxuries in his life on Olympus. Despite being surrounded by the finest clothes, trinkets, and foods the gods can provide, he is also limited by the watchful eyes of his mother and brother. To Aphrodite, Jimin is vibrant, but vulnerable. To Seokjin, Jimin is curious and naive. They choose where Jimin travels, who he associates with, how his judgements should be made. Love is no exception to Jimin's forced limitations.

The son of Athena was never supposed to hold a place in Jimin's heart. Olympus runs thick with blood feuds, and bias is all the young demigods have known. Yet, Yoongi always seems to prove an exception.

wanna hold your hand (니 손 잡고) by blanket_kkik

“N-no, Jimin, I… I like you.” Yoongi looks him dead in the eyes. “And no, this isn’t a prank,” he says slowly, making sure Jimin doesn’t misconstrue his words again.

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Shit goes down when Jimin and Yoongi room together.

(You're My) Water, Earth, Fire, Air by a_lonely_whale666666

Based on the pro-bending sport introduced in The Legend of Korra

When Kim Seokjin, the heir to Republic City's wealthiest business enterprise, first approached Jimin to sponsor and create a new probending team, Jimin had never expected for him and his friends, Jungkook and Taehyung, to be so successful and so formidable as only rookies in a league full of experienced players.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook finally meet their match when they face off with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok, who together are known as arguably one of the best probending teams of all time. Several missteps and unfortunate encounters later, and Yoongi and Jimin learn that they really can't stand each other.

But sworn mutual hatred doesn't mean there can't be other benefits, right?

(Or: that one bending!AU I really felt like writing but with Yoonmin as enemies who are insanely attracted to each other)

Bad Apples Can Fall Pretty Far by SugaTheTurtle

Personally, Yoongi doesn't mind the bad boy title. He'd the poster boy for the magazine if there were one: with his motorcycle, and leather jacket, and smoking in the boys' bathroom, and frankly, blatant disregard for student conduct. Jimin, being the school's poster child student council president didn't mind the label either, until he comes into direct contact with Min Yoongi and realizes that maybe Yoongi isn't as bad as he seems.

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[kkusuka]

We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

:o

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men  

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came  and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.  

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes  he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe  

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you  to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and  watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.  

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material  

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen  

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now

[glossywife]

After He Lost Everything [E] | Kaede Manyuda

Word Count: 3300+

Rating: Explicit (vaginal sex, photo taking)

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 last July 2020. Like or reblog if you liked it! Requests open!

Summary:  After Kaede lost everything, he thought he'd lose you too. However, you prove him wrong and he repays you in a different way.

01 ; 02 (soon)

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You sat on your fiancé's lap, your arms around his neck while his hand rested on your exposed thigh because of the shortness of your uniform.

Kaede's hair had turned white after he gambled with Yumeko Jabami, a girl whose name has been mentioned here and there since she came. You've never met her though, mainly because you've also just gotten back from a vacation from Paris—a trip you asked Kaede to come with you but obliged because of his student council responsibilities. Sometimes, the council irked you because it took too much of Kaede's time, but you thought it was hot anyway that he led the students.

The stares of Kaede's classmates were nothing to you by now as some watched both of you lose appropriate space for each other in the classroom during lunch break. You were immune to it. Besides, the stares were only from new students who didn't know who you were and found your actions with Kaede rather inappropriate. You'll never admit it, but sometimes, you like it when they stare. It makes you push yourself more to Kaede, testing how much they can watch. The older students knew to mind their own business. Otherwise, you'd challenge them to a gamble. All of which resulted in their loss and ended up being a house pet, your house pet.

"What are you thinking?" you whispered into his ear seductively while you led his hand up your skirt. It was for this reason you didn't bother wearing like some of the other girls.

Kaede shook his head, obviously out of himself, "Aren't you ashamed?"

You stopped with your advances and paused for a short moment, "Of what?"

"Of me. I lost a gamble, and I even became a house pet. Thanks to you I was able to pay off the debt."

There was an obvious defeat in Kaede's face that you weren't used to seeing. You had always seen Kaede in his usual confident stance. His moves were always calculated that he wasn't afraid of anything. And you loved that about him. But today was different. No. It was since you returned and was surprised to see how his hair changed while he welcomed you back from the airport. He looked shaken, lost, and forlorn that not even a quickie in the airport bathroom did so much to uplift his spirits.

A mischievous smile escaped your lips, "Don't worry," you traced his clothed chest, "You can pay me back with something else. Come to my house later?"

You meant to tease him, but when his eyes met yours, you found that it actually made him a little more nervous. He sighed, "Does your father know? What if he breaks off our engagement?"

The smile washed off from your lips. This time, you felt his sadness. Kaede really lost himself.

"Babe," you said firmly while you caressed his cheek. "No one's going to break off our engagement, okay? Don't worry."

At first, you never meant to go along with your father's wish to be engaged with someone you didn't know. You only planned to come along and pretend you were going to obey. But once you saw who it was, and how you were turned on from how he brought himself up—confident, calculating, smart, and mesmerizing. Your plans changed and you agreed to become his bride. Besides, the sex was good.

You never asked, but you had a feeling that Kaede had planned the same too until both of you had feelings for each other.

Kaede, finally, smiled though it was a weak one. He looked relieved by your answer. For once, he was thankful that you didn't leave his side after he had lost everything.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes.

You groaned in his lap, pouting. Kaede chuckled at you. From his peripheral, Kaede caught a glimpse of Ryuunosuke, who was looking at the both of you silently.

Kaede noted that Ryuunosuke had been trying to get your attention. He guessed that Ryuunosuke was probably going to try to hit on you after he fell rock bottom. Unfortunately for Ryuunosuke, you didn't leave him. And so, Ryuunosuke had nothing else to do but to watch you as you sat on Kaede's lap shamelessly in the classroom with all the other students. How he wished it was him.

There was an inexplicable emotion building inside Kaede. It annoyed him how someone looked at his girl far too long. To think that the guy even liked her. To Kaede, only he is allowed to look at her like that, like stripping her off of her clothes. And he thought of an idea.

You were about to stand up from Kaede's lap to go back to your respective classroom, but it shocked you when he held you down, stopping you. And it shocked you more when he kissed you, shamelessly and aggressively, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

Though you were used to being inappropriate with Kaede, Kaede never once initiated anything other than a quick kiss on the lips in public. At the back of your mind, you questioned whether you should be doing this, but it turned you on more than it should.

You closed your eyes and reciprocated his wet kisses.

Kaede took a guilty peek. He was greeted by your closed eyes, then he looked over at Ryuunosuke, who quickly averted his gaze when it met Kaede's, with red ears.

During the ride to your house, you almost couldn't take your hands off of Kaede. You just wanted to suck his dick. Be sorry after what had happened to him. Be his cum dump and turn all his frustrations to you.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked and you couldn't push back your smile as he laced his fingers on yours.

Kaede's eyes were straight on the road. He placed a peck on your hand that held his while the other was on the steering wheel.

"Nothing," there was a ghost smile on his lips.

You didn't like how he had been acting sad lately. But it reminded you how Kaede seemed to be more laid back after he lost. What you didn't know was it's because of you, how you didn't leave, or judge him. And thankfully, how you had paid off his debts before anyone even touched him as a house pet.

You watched him silently with a grin and your heart melted. It was all you could ever ask for.

Then your phone beeped, signaling a message. You turned to your pocket to get it, not removing your hand on Kaede's.

With one hand, you typed in your passcode, revealing your wallpaper of your trip with Kaede to Times Square. The memory brought a smile to your face.

In the picture, Kaede had his arms wrapped around you with a grin that reached his eyes under his glasses, making it look chinky. He wore a green parka over a black turtleneck and denim pants. On the other hand, you held Kaede's hands around you with the same smile, wearing a spaghetti-strapped blue plaid dress. The two of you looked so radiant among the busy, dull crowd from behind.

You noted how Kaede hated the crowd. He even made remarks here and there. But when you spontaneously asked a native to snap a photo of you with your boyfriend, it didn't seem to translate into the picture because he looked so happy. Besides, it was one of the rare moments you were able to force Kaede on a trip with you because of his role in the council. Kaede was the prime example of always working, always doing something. Sometimes, you hated it really.

Nearly everyone would define Kaede as someone who only smiled when something goes his way, but with you, it was different. It was genuine. That made you smile.

Unknown Number :

Hi, (Y/N). I got your number from Runa. I was wondering if you could meet me tomorrow after school? This is Ryuunosuke btw.

The message made your eyebrows furrow, ' Who's Ryuunosuke?'

"Who is it?" Kaede gave you a short glance before he quickly turned his attention on the road again.

You shrugged, "I don't know."

Without replying, you put your phone back in your pocket, then placed a quick peck on Kaede's hand on yours.

Only the sound of your make out session with Kaede filled your big room, while you both lay on your soft, white sheets.

Kaede's blazer had been discarded and his tie was loose, while you were only in your shirt skirt and your blouse's first buttons were opened, showing your cleavage.

You looked so sexy on top Kaede as you led the kiss. His hands continuously traveled to your exposed thighs and then rested on your ass. Slowly, his fingers reached for your panties, feeling the wetness of the material, making you moan against his mouth. Kaede grinned at that.

You broke the kiss, sitting on top of Kaede's dick, feeling his hardness while you slowly rubbed yourself on him. You bit your lip to tease him as you threw your head back and closed your eyes.

Though sex wasn't new to the both of you, Kaede couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty and your gorgeous body. He reached for his phone on the bed, snapping a photo of you. The sound made you open your eyes.

"Should I pose for you, babe?"

Kaede's erection grew harder. He was thrilled to have another set of photos in his unending collection of your lewd photos both you sent and he took. Kaede's had a lot of photos of you but never in your uniform. Thinking of having your photo in the uniform excited him.

You positioned yourself in the bed on all fours, your ass facing the end, and turning your upper body a little to the side so that your head would still be seen. You arched your ass up and your back was a reversed 'C.'

Kaede snapped a photo, then he went near you to lift your skirt, showing your white lace panties and quickly rubbing your pussy before he backed away to snap another photo. Kaede smiled when he checked it to see you sticking your tongue out in a lewd manner.

"Is that good enough for you?" you asked while you slowly crawled his way.

"Hmm," Kaede reached for the buttons of your blows before tearing it apart, showing your breasts covered with matching lace brassiere.

Once you were on the bed, kneeling before him, he caressed your face and stuck his thumb in your mouth. You gladly sucked on it, never breaking your stare into his eyes even as he took another photo of you in the position.

Kaede made you pose more, each one being so embarrassing but it made you feel wetter. You were happy you were of good service to him while you were on all fours and had your face on the bed and your ass high up. While he took photos, you wondered when he's going to fuck you.

Finally, he let you sit on his lap, feeling his bulge against your thin cloth. He caressed your breast with one hand while the other caressed your thigh.

"You know why I like our uniform on you?" he breathed into your neck. "Because the shortness of the skirt makes me peek at your thighs," he pressed your thigh hard it left red marks.

"But sometimes it annoys me that some boys can see it too," he continued. "But whenever you go push yourself to me at school, it fades away because they know who's fucking you at the end of the day."

His dirty talks turned you on.

"You know I'm yours," you whispered.

"I know," he only put your panties to the side and inserted one finger, slowly and gently. "I'm the only one who gets to do this to this pussy."

"It's so wet. You're welcoming all of me," he inserted another finger.

The sensation made you bite your lip and your hand reached for Kaede's nape from behind you while you had your back on him.

You moaned in pleasure, "When are you going to fuck me?"

Kaede hissed, his hand found your tits and squeezed it harshly, making you yelp.

"You're fucking nasty," he whispered against your ear while he took out your breasts and played with your erect nipples.

Kaede tore your blouse, the buttons flying off, then yanking it completely away. You were only left with your brassiere that no longer covered your tits and skirt.

He pushed you to the center of the bed. You watched him as he removed his belt, the sight turned you on. He was finally going to fuck you.

You remember the first time Kaede first took your innocence. You lost to him in a gamble and he wished you to sit on his lap, which you did and ended up in a steamy make out session and losing your virginity. From then on, when Kaede gambles, you would tag along with him when you're bored and sit on his lap, feeling his erection while he gambled with a sinister expression on his face as he crushed his opponent. Afterward, you'd suck him off in the restroom. Though he looked so respectable and composed, he couldn't take his hands off you.

Once Kaede removed his pants, leaving him with only his unbuttoned shirt, and putting on a condom from your bedside, he joined you in the bed, positioning his erection on your wet pussy.

He only pulled your panties to the side and thrust. It was slow and gentle. Though you wanted to be fucked hard because of how much you missed him, you couldn't deny that you also loved how you felt the sensation more while he did it slowly.

Your tits softly bounced in his thrusts. Kaede's one hand rested on the bed for support while the other fondled your breast.

"Fuck, you're tight..." he grunted. ”No matter how much I fuck you. Ah..."

Kaede's hand from your breast found its way to your mouth, pulling your tongue. You stuck your tongue out like what he wanted. He watched you, legs wide open, tongue and tits out, while he fucked you. You looked like a slut to him, and you loved that.

Soon enough, Kaede groaned. He closed his eyes and quickly removed his dick from your pussy right after you came. He removed the condom and positioned his dick between your tits, asking for a boob job.

"I'm close, fuck..."

You gave him a boob job, every thrust meeting your mouth until he stuck his dick in your mouth and cum erupting in your mouth.

He watched as you opened your mouth to reveal the thickness of his cum. Then, you swallowed it all. Kaede looked pleased.

Kaede lied beside you and pulled the comforter to both your bodies, then pulled you closer.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you smiled.

When you awoke, you noticed that Kaede was no longer beside you. Instead, you found him sitting on his side of the bed with your phone in his hand. He now wore a grey shirt and black boxers, which he got from his small side of your walk-in closet. Kaede would often sleepover and both of you agreed that he would keep some clothes in your house and vice versa. He was silent as he scrolled through your phone.

"Babe?" you called.

Kaede shot you a glance and showed you the messages on your phone like what you received earlier, "Since when are you receiving messages like this?"

You sat down on the bed while you hold the comforter to your body, "I'm not sure."

"It's when I fell from my position."

There was that same sadness in his voice again, the one you wanted to wipe off. You moved to his side and gave him a hug. "Don't think about it."

His eyebrows furrowed, "How can I not think about it? What if they take you from me, (Y/N)?"

"No one's taking me away. I'm all yours no matter what. Besides, we still have our investments, right? I checked."

When you and Kaede took your relationship seriously, both of you made joint investments. It was only a backup plan and one of the future sources of funds when the two of you decided to settle down.

"Hn," he touched your hands around his waist. "I won't touch it. It's ours. Not mine alone."

You smiled at his answer and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you."

Your fingers brushed his white hair, "I think I'm liking the hair. Can you keep it?"

Kaede looked at you, a little embarrassed and relieved at the same time, "Should I? It's kind of embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing! I like it actually," you kissed his forehead.

Kaede smiled, his palm found your bareback, stroking it. "Your skin is so soft."

"I keep it that way for my boyfriend," you smirked smugly.

"Fiancé, you mean," he corrected to which you laughed.

"Fiancé."

Soon enough, he started kissing you again, slowly lying you back down on the bed.

"Do you think you can fuck me like the usual? I miss you going rough on me," you asked when he broke away.

Kaede's expression changed to a menacing one, his eyes darkened and he suddenly choked you, "You want this?"

You stuck your tongue out in pleasure, "Yes!" you loved how he took advantage of you.

"Open your legs wide."

You obediently opened your legs wide, shamelessly flaunting your pink pussy lips to your fiancé. Kaede fingered you, inserting three fingers, making you moan. You feel the wetness of your pussy drip to your thigh until you felt his tongue on your vagina, licking and sucking. You pulled on his hair as you moaned. While he ate you, you massaged your tits.

The second time you came, Kaede slapped your ass to signal you to go on all fours. Once you did, he spanked your ass, you felt the skin jiggle at the contact. You shook your ass more, making sure to have your vagina in his sight too.

He positioned himself from behind you, his erection poking your opening. Once he inserted himself inside you, you gasped and quickly turned to look at him. You watched as he paid nonchalantly to your shocked expression while he had his mouth half-open as he thrust.

"You didn't put on a condom!"

Kaede opened his eyes and held your naked waist, feeling the warmth of his bare hands, "Shh."

"I'm not on the pill!" you hissed.

For so long, you've been asking Kaede to drop the condom and turn to pills, but he didn't want to because it doesn't exactly assure safety.

"That's a problem for tomorrow," he kissed your lips to shut you up.

"Besides, we still have our investments, right? Ahh.." he pulled on your (H/C) locks. "We can build a family anytime."

You grunted both in pain and in pleasure as he thrust inside you while he pulled on your hair. He put his weight on your back as he moved his hands on your breasts, massaging it. You felt him placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

Soon enough, his thrusts started to be more fast and rough. Both of you grunted in the sensation.

"I'm cumming!" he declared. "I'm cumming inside!"

You didn't have the energy to argue anymore. You remained on the bed, tired, and biting on your lip while he pleasured himself with your body.

Then you felt his thick and hot juices filling your womb, making you moan. You felt his cum dripping down on your thighs.

"Is that enough to get you pregnant?"

~

NEXT & FINAL CHAPTER: Kaede challenges Ryuunosuke to a gamble without your knowing until Kaede instructs you to watch them. Surprisingly, Kaede introduces a deal that if Kaede loses, he will breakup with you. On the other hand, Kaede conditions Ryuunosuke to watch Kaede take you - fulfilling your longtime dream of having someone else watch - if he wins.

[joonie-beanie]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader x Diavolo

Word Count: 10,061

Preview: The Royals have been bogged down with a busy workload, so you decided to help relieve some of their stress in whatever way you can.

Read as: Barbatos has a thing for rope bondage, and Diavolo is just happy to be involved.

This chapter is also being posted as a part of my “Devil Doms” series on AO3.

Also! This is a follow-up to Bath Time, and Helping Hands, so if you haven’t read those, I would recommend doing that first!

For as long as you’ve known Barbatos, you’ve assumed that the butler is perfect in every sense of the word. He’s skilled, and handles his tasks without complaint, and in a timely manner. He addresses his duties with a kind smile—never wavering.

Despite his busy schedule, he never shows signs of cracking.

…until today.

You walk into RAD that fateful Friday morning, and discover Barbatos in the student council room—frowning. Now, seeing Barbatos frown is not entirely out of character. You’ve seen him frown in worry, and in concentration. He does have emotions, after all, but…today he just looks stressed.

There are dark circles under his eyes. The way he’s hurriedly searching through papers—a few slipping off the table and onto the floor—is a sign of his current out-of-character state.

Without second thought, you stride into the room and begin picking up the papers on the floor. Barbatos startles ever so slightly when he notices you at his feet—too absorbed in his current task to have heard you approach.

He sighs.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Are you okay?” you respond to his quiet, tired words. There’s genuine concern in your eyes as you press to your full height, and hand the small stack of papers back to him. “I’ve never seen you like this before…”

“It’s been quite a hectic week…or two,” he admits, exhaling in relief as he finally uncovers the report he’d been looking for. “Typically, like students, Lord Diavolo and I are able to rest on the weekends—only dealing with a few, small meetings here or there. But the last two weeks, every day is busy from dawn to dusk.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say sincerely. You reach out and give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Barbatos smiles at the gesture. Then, in an uncharacteristic turn of events, he sets the paper in his hand back on the desk, and turns to fully face you. He envelops you in a tender hug—one of his hands wrapping around your waist while the other moves to cradle against the back of your head.

“You’ll have to forgive me for this sudden display of affection,” he mumbles, his breath tickling your ear as his cheek nuzzles against your hair. “I didn’t realize how much being unable to see you on Sunday would affect me during the week.”

His admission has your cheeks heating up ever so slightly, and you lift your arms—wrapping them tightly around his middle.

Due to Barbatos and Diavolo’s lack of free time, the two had been forced to cancel their tea time with you the previous weekend. You’d been disappointed, considering you’d gotten so used to ending your week in the company of the two, but there was nothing you could do about it. If they were busy, you’d have to suck it up.

“Will you be free this weekend?” you ask him, pulling back to look into his green eyes. He can see the concern, and longing in your gaze. Apparently, you’ve missed him and his Lord as well.

“I can work around your schedule, since I don’t have much to do. Of course, if you’re both too busy, I’ll understand, but—”

He cuts you off with a kiss to your forehead.

“I will double check the schedule and contact you later.” He reaches over and grabs the stack of papers—topped with the report he’d been looking for. As he takes the neat stack into his arms, he turns and flashes you one last smile.

“Thank you for the brief moment of peace. It is greatly appreciated.”

With that, he makes his way out of the student council room with the normal poise and grace he always exhibits. Once alone, you take a deep breath, and hold a hand to your cheek. It’s warm—painted with a light blush.

Really, it’s rare that Barbatos is the one to initiate a show of affection with you. Typically, you’re the one hugging him (although he always reciprocates).

The last time he had initiated skinship was weeks ago, after he’d paid you a visit at the House of Lamentation due to your ailing back.

Memories of that night attempt to push to the forefront of your mind, and you desperately try to shove them away. It’s the middle of the day—you don’t need to be thinking about Barbatos’ hands on your skin, or the way his fingers had felt inside of you…the way he’d looked while his dick was in your mouth…his cute post-orgasm face…

Shaking your head, you smack your red cheeks. You don’t need to be thinking about those types of things during school hours.

Yes, it’s been a few weeks since that fateful day with the royal butler, and you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t crossed your mind sexually every so often since then. However, you’d gotten bogged down with school work—any of your scarce free time going to the brothers—so despite your longing, and Barbatos’ offer of another massage if you wished, you hadn’t gotten a chance to ask.

Then, of course, once your schedule had opened up, Barbatos’ had narrowed. His duties piled up—filling his days with work—and you’d have felt far too guilty asking him for anything on top of his already busy schedule.

Aside from last Sunday, you’d still managed to maintain your weekly appointment of Sunday evening tea with the butler and Demon Prince, but bringing up sexual favors while sipping on Earl Grey and eating tiny sandwiches hardly seemed appropriate.

So, you’ve accepted that maybe it will be a while until you’re able to inquire about Barbatos’ services again. And while it’s a little disappointing, you don’t intend to push the matter. Barbatos already works so hard, and you don’t want to burden him with your sexual need.

Taking a deep breath, you grab the straps of your backpack, and nod to yourself. While you long for another massage experience from the royal butler, you can live without one. Right now, you just want his schedule to clear up, so you can resume your regular Sunday tea with him and Diavolo. And if that’s all you’re able to receive, at the moment, then you’ll still be satisfied.

Smiling, you finally step out of the student council room and make your way to your next class.

Hours later—as you’re heading back to your room following dinner with the brothers—you feel your DDD vibrate. Curious, you pull out the device and look at the notification lingering on the screen.

[New Text from Barbatos]

Your heart skips a beat—nervous to see the contents. There’s a big possibility that the royals are still busy this weekend, and that they won’t be able to squeeze you in anywhere.

You take a moment to calm yourself before clicking into the message.

Barbatos: I apologize for my late follow-up. It seems that Lord Diavolo and I will not be available for our normal Sunday Tea time again.

Barbatos: However, I am free starting at 7pm on Saturday evening, if you would like to come over. Lord Diavolo will be tied up with a meeting until a bit later, but he expressed interest in joining should the meeting adjourn at an acceptable hour.

Barbatos: I understand if you already have plans, but please let me know if I should expect you.

You’d already promised to have a self-care night with Asmo on Saturday, but honestly—you’re sure that he’ll understand.

You: That works just fine for me! I will be over at 7 tomorrow.

Barbatos responds with a happy sticker, and you find yourself smiling. You can’t wait to see them.

The hours tick by slower than you think possible the following day as you wait for evening to come. 

Due to the addition into your schedule, you and Asmo change your self-care night to a self-care afternoon. Thankfully, Gossiping with the Avatar of Lust--while doing face masks, and sipping on mimosas--definitely helps to pass the time quicker.

The two of you finish up just before dinner, and head down to the dining hall together. You eat merrily with the 7 brothers—making conversation, and listening to their banter. By the time the table is cleared, and everyone’s bellies are full of food, it’s already nearing 6:30.

Hurrying back to your room, you make sure you look presentable. You mess with your hair—trading your shorts and tank top for a knee-length sundress. Not only has the Devildom been heating up lately, but you always try to dress a bit nicer in front of the royals. So, a sundress should be perfect for the occasion.

Throwing your DDD into a small purse Satan had gifted you some time ago, you sling the bag over your shoulder and make your way from your room. You run into Lucifer by the front door, and he surveys you with a knowing look.

“You’re headed to the Demon Lord’s Castle, correct? I’ll walk you part way. I’m leaving to meet someone in town.”

“Thanks,” you smile, stepping through the front door when he holds it open for you. The two of you then start away from the House of Lamentation, comfortably at each other’s sides.

“How did you know that I’m heading to the Castle?” you ask him as you walk. You don’t recall sharing your plans for the night with any of the brothers. Even when you’d changed the time of your plans with Asmo, and he had inquired, you’d just said that something had come up. (He had begrudgingly accepted that response—too curious for his own good).

“I had a meeting with Barbatos and Diavolo this morning,” he tells you, eyes ahead as he guides you through the crowded streets. “Diavolo was whining about how he hopes his meeting with the planning committee tonight won’t drag on too long, so he can join you and Barbatos before it’s time for you to leave.”

“I mean…how late can the meeting possibly drag?” you question, blinking innocently. There’s no way a meeting will last beyond…10…11pm, right?

“Depending on the matters that need to be discussed, I’ve witnessed the meeting last until 2 in the morning,” he informs you with a shake of his head. “Diavolo hates speaking with the committee more than anything, so I hope he’ll be able to wrap things up in a timely manner.”

“That would be nice,” you say honestly. “It seems like they’ve both been running rampant... Speaking of, how is your workload?”

You grin up at him, a knowing look in your eyes. Lucifer sighs, smoothing a hand through his dark hair.

“My time to sleep is limited, but for once, it seems that I’m not fairing the worst among the three of us. I hope your visit with Barbatos and Diavolo will help them relax a little.”

“I don’t know if I have that type of power, but I hope so too,” you laugh, pausing when Lucifer places his hand atop your hair. He regards you fondly—the two of you standing in the middle of the city street.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he says, and then steps away. “This is where I leave you. I believe you know the rest of the way, yes?”

You nod, and he raises a hand—bidding you farewell.

“Don’t stay too late. If you need an escort home, text the group chat and one of us will come get you.”

“Will do, Lucifer~,” you drawl, tempted to roll your eyes. They’re always so overprotective of you—it’s not like you always need an escort.

Lucifer flashes you the slightest of glares—lips tugging into a smirk—before he turns and disappears up a side street. Now on your own, you continue up the wide road—taking the familiar path to the castle. You arrive a few minutes later, and when you knock on the grand front door, it only takes a few seconds for Barbatos to pull it open.

“I’m glad you could make it,” he says, eyes creasing pleasantly as he smiles. You can see the exhaustion beginning to settle into the small lines of his face.

“Of course. I was looking forward to seeing you,” you respond honestly. As he guides you into the castle, you can hear the chatter of distant voices, and assume that Diavolo’s meeting with the committee must have already started.

“Would you mind accompanying me to the kitchen? I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to prepare the tea yet.”

“No worries!” you say immediately, flashing him a reassuring smile. “I’ll help out if I can, too!”

Barbatos chuckles. “I’d appreciate that.”

Engulfed in a comfortable silence, the two of you make your way to the kitchen. Once there, Barbatos pulls out a kettle, and then moves to fetch the tea. However, when he pulls open the wooden cupboard, he pauses.

Curious, you step up behind him, peeking over his shoulder.

The cupboard is entirely empty.

Barbatos places his gloved palms on the counter, his head hanging in defeat, and an annoyed sigh leaving his lips. You stare at him, shocked to see the crack in his professional demeanor.

“The other servants must have grabbed the last of it to serve the guests at the meeting…”

“It’s okay, Barb!!” You say immediately, jumping back and throwing your arms into the air. “We don’t need tea!! It’s not Sunday anyway!”

The butler turns to look at you, and can’t help but laugh at your dorky position.

“I suppose you’re right,” he admits, raising a hand to cover his face as he releases a few more chuckles. Your cheeks heat up a little, realizing you must look silly, and you drop your arms.

“Besides, I don’t want you to feel obligated to serve me while I’m here! This is supposed to be a break for you, since you’ve been so busy!”

“But if we’re not having tea, then what shall we do?” he questions, tilting his head to the side innocently. You blink, lifting a hand to your chin as you ponder the thought.

“Well…is there anything I can do to help you relax?” you smile at him kindly as you speak. “You’ve been working hard, so if there’s anything I can do to ease some of the stress off your shoulders, I’d love to help.”

Barbatos regards you curiously at the offer—like there’s an idea that immediately comes to mind, but he’s not sure if he wants to say it. You assume that perhaps he’ll ask you to help with a chore, or will ask for something like a foot rub. Oh! Or maybe to play a board game.

Instead, he ends up flashing you a small smile. He extends his hand, holding it out to you, and you take it without a second thought. Fingers slotting through your own, he then tugs you from the kitchen and back into the hall—leading you somewhere else.

“There is a hobby I have that helps me to relieve stress. It’s a bit…unorthodox, so if you’re not comfortable with it, then—”

“I’m sure it’s fine, Barb!” you interrupt him, a pout on your lips. “I want to help you unwind, so whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it.”

He gives your hand a squeeze, an amused look in his eyes. He doesn’t bother with a rebuttal—simply letting you think what you wish.

Silently, he guides you through the long halls. At some point, you pass the entrance to the magnificent bathroom you’d once discovered Diavolo bathing in. Your experience with the aphrodisiac, and Diavolo helping you out on that night feels like a fever dream. The thought of his stupidly large cock, and his hands on your body has you getting warm all over, and you shake your head to try and rid yourself of the sinful imagery.

The event had happened months ago, at this point. Since then, you and Diavolo have never spoken on it, and you wonder if he regrets his actions—feeling like perhaps he had overstepped his boundaries with a guest in the heat of the moment.

However, considering he acts friendly and kind to you as always—still offering hugs, and other simple shows of affections—you haven’t bothered confronting him about it. As long as the two of you are on good terms, that’s what matters to you. (Even if you have occasionally fantasized about fitting his cock inside you since then).

“Are you thinking of Lord Diavolo?” Barbatos’ voice drags you out of your thoughts, a knowing look in his eyes as he regards you. You blush, embarrassed at having been read so easily.

“I…I just…I wonder, sometimes, if he solely helped me out of a sense of obligation, or if he enjoyed it as much as I did,” you admit quietly. Barbatos gives your hand a comforting squeeze. “We’ve never talked about what happened, so…Agh, I’m sorry—is it weird that I’m talking about this with you? I don’t—”

“It’s not strange, Y/N,” he interrupts you with a shake of his head. “Lord Diavolo and I are quite close. Not to mention, I was there the night you were affected by the bath, remember?”

In that moment, you suddenly recall that yes—Barbatos had been there to see you in all of your needy glory—and you heat up more. If he notices, he chooses not to comment.

“While Lord Diavolo may have acted as he did to stop the effects of the aphrodisiac, I assure you he received just as much enjoyment out of your predicament as you did.”

Curious to the meaning of his words, you furrow your brow and stare at him. Barbatos just smiles—giving nothing away. Not until you start angrily pouting, at least. Then, he loosens his lips with a quiet sigh.

“I went to check on My Lord after I saw you return to your room, and when I approached his chambers, I could tell he was…preoccupied with the affliction you had given him.”

Meaning, he had overhead Diavolo jacking off to the thought of you after he’d left you alone in the bathing area to clean yourself up.

Ah.

“Okay, can we stop talking about this before I combust, and die?” you ask, a hint of a whine slipping into your tone. You tug your hand from Barb’s grip to cover your blushing face. He chuckles.

“For someone so lewd, you certainly do get embarrassed easily by your own actions.”

“I’m gonna request that you STOP calling me out like this, thanks,” you shoot back, glaring at him through spread fingers. He breathes a laugh, and you pause in your stride as he suddenly stops in front of a closed door.

Looking around, you realize that you’ve never been to this part of the castle before.

Twisting the handle to the door, Barbatos pushes it open and then ushers you inside. You regard the sizable room curiously.

It looks similar to any other lounge in the castle. The walls are lined with bookshelves and paintings. There are four couches—all placed in large square formation around where a coffee table would typically be. However, there is no coffee table.

Instead, about 8 feet from the ground, there’s a long, thick strip of bamboo. The bamboo is held up by tan colored rope—thick, professional knots secured to either end of the wood, and leading back up to hooks on the ceiling.

In fact, when you look closer. You can see that there are hooks mounted to the ceiling in multiple areas around the room. Not to mention the dozen spirals of rope hanging off hooks near the fireplace.

You swallow the saliva that has pooled in your mouth.

“You…use rope bondage to relieve stress?”

“Oh? You’re familiar with it?” he questions, stepping across the threshold of the room. He reaches up to grab one of the perfectly kept bundles of rope—trailing his fingers across the soft, red fibers.

You hold your arms shyly in front of you. This is a turn of events which you hadn’t been expecting tonight.

“I’ve always found it to be interesting, and beautiful, in a way,” you admit, purposely leaving out how you find it entirely too arousing as well. Just the thought of Barbatos tying you up has wetness already beginning to gather between your thighs. But, you don’t want to make it awkward—fearing that perhaps Barb doesn’t get any sexual gratification from the activity—so you stay silent about how much it turns you on.

“So, you wouldn’t be opposed to helping me relieve some of my stress, if this is what is involved?”

Your gaze shifts from the handsome butler, to the rope in his grasp, to the bamboo anchor in the center of the room. You wet your lips, and then smile at him.

“Of course. I’d be more than happy to.”

At your words, Barbatos steps forward—stalking over to where you’re standing just within the ring of couches. His mossy eyes regard you softly. You feel your heart hammering away within your ribs.

“Do you promise you’re saying that sincerely? I don’t want to hurt you, nor push you beyond what you’re comfortable with.”

“I know, Barb,” you tell him softly. You reach your hand out—fingertips skimming over slightly rough fibers of the rope. You’re sure you’ll feel a slight bite when he ties you up, but the thought only serves to heighten your arousal. “I wouldn’t agree if I didn’t want to help. And I trust you. Please don’t worry—this is what I want.”

A pleased look settling on his face, he leans down and presses the briefest of kisses to your forehead.

“I’m glad to hear so.”

Taking a step back, the butler regards you contemplatively.

“I would hate to ruin your dress. And it’s easier to tie with less clothing in the way. Would you mind removing it?”

Your face heats up at the request, but you nod—moving to slip the straps off your shoulders. After all, he’d massaged you all those weeks ago. It’s not like seeing your body is anything new to him.

“Just the dress?”

It’s an innocent question. You want to make his job as easy as possible.

“You—”

“Hey, isn’t this basically just more work for you?” you interrupt him as you shimmy your dress down your torso to the swell of your hips. He chuckles, gaze flitting down to look at your sheer-lace bra. The black color matches your underwear—although the panties aren’t lace, nor see through. (You hadn’t accidentally wanted to flash a demon (or at least, reveal too much) in town if the wind decided to flip your dress up on your journey over).

“It does take effort on my part, but I don’t consider it to be “work”,” he tells you. “And yes, just your dress is fine. Your undergarments won’t get in the way.”

“Okay,” you nod, voice soft. You finish stepping out of your dress—discarding it onto one of the nearby couches. Barb looks over your form appreciatively, and you seriously wish you could learn how to control your blushes.

“It’s important that you stretch, first. I don’t want you hurting your back again.”

“What? Not interested in giving me any more massages?” you tease, eyes sparkling at him. He breathes a laugh.

“I never said that.”

As you bend over—touching your toes, and stretching out your tight muscles, Barbatos moves across the room to grab more spools of rope. The entire time, his gaze lingers on you—taking note of your level of flexibility.

He’s pleasantly surprised by what he sees. The cogs in his brain start turning as he silently debates which position he should tie you in.

After a few minutes of stretching, it seems that Barbatos is finally satisfied to begin.

“This may take some time to tie. If you’re ever uncomfortable, or the rope feels too tight—please let me know.”

“I will, Barb.”

With that, the demon butler is quick to get to work. He instructs you to lift your arms, and you do so obediently—watching him as he wraps the rope around your torso, just beneath your bust. He stops every so often to check the firmness of his ties—making sure that he can slip a finger between the rope and your skin. He wants it to be loose enough that it won’t impede your blood flow, but tight enough that you’ll stay bound once he attempts to suspend you.

Before long, Barbatos has dressed you with a chess harness—your clothed tits pressing against the lacy fabric of your bra as the ties above, below, and between your breasts squeeze your mounds and push them outwards.

Satisfied with his work, he nods his head and takes a step away.

“Could you please sit on the floor, and spread your legs?”

His request reminds you of the growing pool of arousal in your nether region, but you comply nonetheless.

Sitting on the hardwood floor, you drop your arms to your sides and spread your legs. As you do so, the butler walks over to the fireplace. Just above the mantle is a hook—a strand of rope securely weaved around it. As Barbatos works on loosening the thick, hemp rope, you trace it’s path across the ceiling, and realize it’s the rope currently controlling the height of the bamboo anchor above you.

As the demon unfurls the rope from around the hook, the solid strip of bamboo moves closer to the ground. Soon, it’s only a few feet from the floor.

Satisfied with its new height—at least for the time being—Barbatos loosely wraps the rope back around the hook and then returns to your side.  He kneels behind you, and you gasp when his fingers tug at the knot of rope between your shoulder blades.

“Too tight?” he questions, reaching to snag another bundle of red rope from the couch. You shake your head.

“Nope, just right.”

He hums considerately at your comment, sounding a little amused.

You remain silent as he drags more rope against your back—threading it through the bulk of your chest harness. Each pass of the soft fabric has goosebumps rising on your skin, and your gaze glances down between your still spread legs.

Hopefully since your panties are black, he won’t be able to see the wet spot that has formed…

You breathe shakily when Barbatos hefts the rope over the bamboo bar—giving it a tug. You feel the chest harness hug your tits ever tighter at the action, and you bite your lip to hold back from groaning. Honestly, if he touched your clit right now, you’re sure he could bring you to climax with little effort…

However, since you’re still attempting to be considerate of the fact that this is his stress relief, you don’t say anything. You remain carefully silent as he secures you to the anchor via the chest harness—an additional length of rope winding around your waist. He ties it to the bamboo as well—hoping to take some of the pressure off of your chest, seeing as he doesn’t want to bruise your ribs.

Once that’s taken care of, he moves in front of you. There are two more lengths of rope in his grasp.

For the first time in a while, Barbatos takes a moment to regard you. He’s been so caught up in his work, that aside from little inquiries as to your comfort, he hasn’t gotten a chance to really check in on you.

What he finds before him is a little startling.

Your cheeks are painted red—eyes blown wide, and lips slightly swollen from how much you’ve been biting them in order to try and control your reactions. As his gaze rakes down, glossing over your chest, he notes that your breathing is quick--your nipples taut against the thin cups of your bra. A tell-tale sign of your arousal.

A handsome grin tugs at his lips.

Reaching down, he squeezes the meat of your inner thigh with one hand, stretching your leg open wider. He lifts his other hand to his mouth—effortlessly tugging the white glove off with his teeth—before he’s dragging two of his digits gently up the crotch of your panties.

“My, I guess I shouldn’t have worried about being selfish with my request,” he chuckles. You pout at him angrily, eyes glancing away.

“Don’t tease me…I was trying to be polite…”

The pout on your lips fades away the moment his naked palm cups your cheek. Gently, he guides you to look at him—his face just inches from yours.

“I apologize for teasing,” he says. “I’m pleased to know you’re enjoying yourself beyond what I expected.”

To emphasize his words, he leans in and presses a tender kiss to your lips. Immediately you’re moaning, hands reaching forward to fist in his shirt—keeping him close to you. Your mouths slot together—slow, languid kisses being exchanged between you.

“Would you like to continue?” he eventually mumbles, and when your eyelashes flutter open, you find him staring at you—a heat in his gaze that hadn’t been present before.

“Yes, please.”

 Sitting back, Barbatos tugs off his other glove and immediately resumes his work.

He starts at your ankles—wrapping the rope around you a few times, before tossing it over the bamboo--this time on the outside of the sturdy hemp, which is keeping the light-weight wood anchored to the ceiling. He repeats the action on your other leg, mirroring his previous actions, and then moves to make a tie just above your knee with a new spool.

This time, there’s an additional command.

“Lift your arms up.”

You do so, watching him with bated breath as he once again threads the rope across the slab of wood above you. This time, however, he pulls the rope tight—hiking your leg as high as it will go in combination with the ankle ties keeping your legs spread wide.

Once the rope is taut, he ties it around your wrists—letting you keep your arms bent. Your hand instinctively moves to hold onto the rope once the knot is finished, and you give it an experimental tug downward. The additional tension causes your legs to part even more—revealing all you have to offer.

“Are you, ah, fond of having girls spread wide like this for you?” you ask, a little breathless as you watch him grab one final coil of the rope. This time he moves to secure it around your upper thighs, right near your pelvis. He threads it beneath the rope around your waist—tugging it tight, and truly making sure your legs are spread as much as possible. You actually start to feel a dull strain as he makes the final tie—mirroring it on your other leg, per usual.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he responds, smiling as he pulls on the rope in a few places—making small adjustments to the tension in certain ties in order to ensure that your weight will be evenly distributed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do this, and I can confidently say that you’re making it far more entertaining than I expected.”

“Well, you’re welcome for that.”

Chuckling, he presses to his feet and moves past you. The butler makes his way to the fireplace, once more taking hold of the rope tied above it.

“I’m going to suspend you now,” he informs you, and your pussy clenches at his words. “If you feel pain, tell me and we will stop immediately.”

“Okay,” you breathe, licking your lips. In the next moment, you feel the rope around you dig into your skin ever so slightly—your ass inching off of the ground as Barbatos effortlessly moves the bamboo anchor higher into the air.

Within seconds—you're fully suspended, your body about 3 feet from the floor. The rope bites at your flesh, but not painfully. Just enough to remind you that you’re tied up, in the air, and at Barbatos’ mercy.

Since you don’t express any discontent, Barbatos re-secures the rope around the hook, and then makes his way to the center of the room. He takes his time walking around you—surveying his work. His fingers trail across your sensitive skin, making you gasp. Your legs jump against the bindings in reaction to his touches, but your limbs barely move--his skillful ties keeping you obediently held in the position he has chosen for you.

“Barb…,” you whine, not knowing how much more of this you can take. You’ve been horny since the moment you’d stepped foot into the room, and you’re sure at least an hour has passed since he began tying you—if not more. Your panties are practically soaked. You need some type of relief, and soon, or you honestly think you’ll explode.

Barbatos steps in front of you, two fingers hooking beneath your chin and angling your head up to look at him. He smiles.

“Is there a problem?”

There’s a mirthful glint in his eye. It’s clear he’s feeling more playful now that he’s in his element.

“I…please touch me.”

“I thought earlier you expressed worry in me doing “extra work”? It certainly sounds like you’re asking me to exert myself with that request.”

“Barb, please,” you whine, struggling against the rope as you attempt to lean up and kiss him. There’s no way he can deny you after all of this—not when you’re in such a state. “Please. I need you.”

Your begging sounds like music to his ears, and he gives in a little—leaning down to kiss you. You melt into the sensation.

“How would you like me to touch you, Y/N?”

“I…I want your cock, this time,” you say honestly, mumbling the words embarrassedly against him. You feel bad asking. After your previous escapade, you’d gotten the feeling that Barbatos was more comfortable in pleasing others, rather than focusing on himself. After all, despite having gotten hard, he had never asked to have sex with you. He’d been content with getting you off on his fingers, and likely would have let himself remain hard without solace if you hadn’t offered to help him in return.

Barbatos pauses at your request.

“It’s okay, if you’re not comfortable,” you quickly say, understanding painted in your eyes as you regard him. “I just…have been thinking about the possibility of having you inside of me, since last time, so—”

“If I am what you want, then I shall give you what you ask,” he interrupts, leaning in to steal another tender kiss. A quiet moan escapes you.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be offering otherwise.”

He cups your cheeks, peppering you with kisses, and then steps back. You watch him with rapt attention as he fiddles with his belt—working to free his cock from it’s confines. You hadn’t noticed before, but he’s already hard—straining against the zipper of his slacks.

Luckily, he’s skilled with his hands. It only takes a few seconds until his length is free—his slacks and the boxer briefs beneath them resting just below his pelvis.

“We should have taken these off, if you desired this outcome,” he comments, finger looping beneath the crotch of your panties. You pout at him, but don’t bother retorting. Right now, the only thing on your mind is Barbatos putting his cock inside of you and fucking you until you cum.

Noting your hungry stare, Barbatos doesn’t bother asking permission before he moves your panties to the side, revealing your slick womanhood. Grasping his length, he guides the tip of his cock between your folds—wetting himself with your arousal. When he catches your clit, you openly moan—body flexing against the ropes holding you in place.

Barbatos can’t help but smile.

“Always so needy.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a heated groan—the demon butler sheathing himself into your heat without warning. Your sopping walls allow him to glide in easily, and the sudden stretch has your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, Barb,” you breathe his name, fixing him with the most pitiful face you can manage. You need him to move—now.

He’s more than happy to comply.

Barbatos rocks his hips back and forth gently, fucking in and out of you with care as he assures that you’re okay for him to move despite the abrupt intrusion. He feels your walls clench around him—seeking more—and he takes a deep breath at the sensation. You feel so good.

Gripping your waist, he thrusts into you with fervor. His speed increases, a blush dusting his cheeks as his gaze shifts between your blissful face, and your greedy pussy. In all his years, he’s never seen someone take his cock so beautifully.

Quick pants slipping past your lips, you instinctively tug at the rope wrapped around your wrists—accidentally spreading your legs wider as he fucks you. You can feel the strain on your thigh muscles, but right now, it’s the least of your worries. You’re too preoccupied with the way Barbatos’ cock is dragging inside of you—hitting you in all the right places.

“Please touch my clit,” you gasp, sensing your impending orgasm. You feel bad, being so close already, but you can’t help it. Barbatos’ cock throbs as he realizes how quickly you’re coming unraveled thanks to him. At this rate, he won’t last very long either.

Always happy to serve, the butler removes one hand from your waist and presses his thumb into your clit. The swift, side to side motion against the sensitive bundle of nerves has you choking on a moan—your head lolling backwards.

“Oh fuck,” you bite, the muscles in your torso tensing. Barbatos can feel your pussy tightening around him, and he clenches his jaw. Keeping his rhythm, it’s only another minute until you’re crying out his name—body spasming against the bindings as you reach the apex of your pleasure. Your pussy milks around his cock, constricting so tightly that a curse actually falls from the demon’s lips.

With a strained groan, he pulls himself from inside of you—his seed spurting against your used pussy, with a few stray droplets painting your thighs.

You’re just about to whine at the sudden loss of him when the door to the room creaks open. Immediately, you’re ejected from the bliss of your orgasm—heart hammering against your ribs and eyes flying open as you turn to see who has discovered you and Barbatos in such a compromising state.

“I actually managed to get the committee to end the meeting early, and went in search of the two of you,” the Demon Prince himself speaks, stepping inside. “When I discovered our typical spot empty, and then noticed the lack of tea in the kitchen cupboards, I thought I’d better check here. Seems I was right to.”

Diavolo chuckles as the door clicks closed behind him. He reaches up to loosen his tie, his infamous red coat nowhere to be found.

“My Lord,” Barbatos speaks, bowing. You glance down and notice that the butler has already tucked himself back into his pants—looking perfect as usual. The only hint of his recently experienced bliss is a few stray hairs sticking to his forehead, and a dust of blush on his cheeks.

Oh, and the cum that’s leaking down your skin.

The Demon Prince smiles pleasantly at his butler before his heavy golden gaze shifts to you. Instantly, you’re feeling warm all over—embarrassed beyond belief to be seen by Diavolo in such a lewd state.

Your little fling in the bath with him is one thing, but being hoisted mid-air, legs spread wide, with nowhere to hide yourself is another.

“Diav—”

“Impeccable work, as always, Barbatos,” Diavolo interrupts you. He steps into the center of the room, reaching forward to grip the strands of rope parting your breasts. He gives the harness an appreciative tug, eliciting a gasp from you. His eyes sparkle at the sound.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

“I see you were a little zealous today,” he continues, eyes falling to your used pussy. Your breath catches—gaze widening in surprise as Diavolo drags his finger through a stripe of Barbatos’ cum. Behind the Prince, the butler dips his head.

“Y/N requested it of me. I would be a fool to have said no.”

“Indeed,” Diavolo chuckles, his attention never leaving you. His large hands roam across your legs—skimming over the rope where it digs into the soft flesh of your thighs. There’s an appreciative glint in his gaze as he surveys your body—beautiful and helpless thanks to Barbatos’ rope work.

“You know, Y/N,” he begins after a minute, his fingertips trailing up the length of your arms, and making you shiver. He leans down to your eye level, smiling at you handsomely. “I was a little worried, following the incident with the aphrodisiac, that perhaps I had overstepped my boundaries. However, following recent events, I’m wondering if it’s not that a line was crossed, but perhaps that it’s me you’re not interested in.”

You shift your gaze to Barbatos, wondering if he had told Diavolo the outcome of the massage he’d given you a few weeks prior, but his face reveals nothing. He’s back to being the perfect butler in the presence of his Lord.

 “Lord Diavolo, t-that’s—,” you swallow the lump in your throat, arousal flaring in your gut when Diavolo presses a finger beneath your chin, turning your attention back to him. “That’s not it at all. I promise.”

He cocks a curious eyebrow, waiting for you to explain. You take a shaky breath, muscles flexing beneath the bindings as your post-orgasm high begins to fade, making the bite of the rope more obvious.

“I…have wanted you—to have you, ever since that night. I just…didn’t have the guts to inquire about the possibility…I was hoping maybe you would approach me instead, and when it didn’t happen, I assumed the window of opportunity had closed.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he moves his hands to cup your cheeks, gently skimming his thumb across the warm flesh. “You are more than welcome to ask anything of me.”

“I want you, then. Now,” you breath, a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your belly as you stare at him. Your words have his golden eyes darkening with hunger.

The months worth of unspoken desire fills the space between your bodies--igniting a flame in Diavolo’s blood.

“Say it again,” he commands. You strain against the bindings, wishing you could touch him.

“I want you, Lord Diavolo. Please fuck me.”

In the next beat, Diavolo is on your lips. He licks into your mouth, swallowing all of your needy little whines and moans. One of his hands moves to tangle in your hair—trapping your lips against his own—while the other finds purchase on your breast.

He slips a finger beneath the lace cup, and tugs it down without hesitation—freeing the previously covered mound. You gasp around his tongue, thighs flexing. You can feel arousal beginning to dribble down your cunt, pussy once again aching to be used and filled.

“Barbatos,” Diavolo rumbles, finally pulling back to give you air. The butler appears at the edge of your vision as you struggle to breathe. He places a hand over his heart.

“Adjust the height of the suspension, and then come here. It’s not fair of me to make you watch. Come and join.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

Barbatos disappears from your field of vision, and a few moments later, you squirm as you feel yourself being hoisted higher into the air. The sensation stops when your pussy is at the same height as Diavolo’s growing bulge.

“I can’t be mad at the two of you for enjoying yourselves without me, when it acts as such good preparation,” Diavolo chuckles, two of his fingers slipping between your glistening folds. They push into your heat with little resistance, so the Prince adds a third. You feel a stretch, but it’s far from painful—a quiet moan sneaking past your lips.

He watches you with arousal swimming in his golden irises.

Leaning in to lap against the unmarred skin of your neck, Diavolo pumps his fingers in and out of you. Wet sounds fill the room along with your breathy whines, and the minute Barbatos steps up behind you—moving his hands to fondle your breasts—you let go of any remaining decency.

You throw your head back, body shaking as the two pleasure you. Groans fall from your lips, hips bucking against Diavolo’s hand. You crave him, desperate to feel your pussy stretched around his monstrous cock.

“Please,” you beg, barely able to get the word out. Diavolo shushes you with a hot breath against your neck—canines nipping at your flesh.

“Be patient,” he tells you. “One more.”

He momentarily removes his fingers from inside you before pushing back in—a fourth joining the others this time. The sensation steals your breath away—body thrashing against the bindings. You’re so stupidly horny that you don’t even care if it hurts. You need Diavolo inside of you.

“You must trust Lord Diavolo, Y/N,” Barbatos pipes up. You can feel his breath on your ear—his mouth moving to rest on the side of your neck that Diavolo isn’t currently assaulting with his lips, teeth and tongue. To accentuate his words, he rolls your hardened nipples between his fingers. Your pussy clenches around the Demon Prince’s digits.

“He’s only doing this so not to hurt you.”

“I know, but—,” Diavolo cuts off your whining with a rough bite against the junction of your shoulder. You gasp at the pain, writhing, and once more he’s rewarded with your pussy gripping his fingers so deliciously. The Demon Prince’s cock throbs at the sensation, craving to be inside of you, but he knows he can’t take you as easily as others might. The last thing he wants is to break you.

…as fun as that idea may be.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises you, tongue lapping over the indentation of his teeth. A bit of blood pools in the shallow divots—the tangy red liquid making him groan deep within his chest. He pumps his fingers in and out of you for what feels like ages, continuing until there’s no resistance.

Then, finally, his digits leave you with an embarrassing squelch. You mourn the loss with a needy whine, eyes peeling open to stare at him. However, when you see Diavolo messing with his slacks—his cock springing free and standing tall against his abdomen just as you had remembered it—your protest ceases.

Instead, you’re left swallowing the saliva that pools in your mouth—cunt throbbing as Diavolo presses himself back between your legs. Barbatos is by no means small with regard to dick size, but Diavolo makes taking the butler seem like child’s play.

“Remember to breathe,” The Prince tells you, tracing his length between your folds. The head of his cock pushes against your entrance, and despite his warning, you feel your breath catch. Even four fingers are barely enough to prepare you to take him.

“Breathe,” Barbatos whispers against your neck, his hands moving to settle just beneath your breasts. He gives you a reassuring squeeze, and you finally suck in a shaky breath of air. Diavolo allows you a moment to ground yourself before he moves once more—managing to fully slide the head of his dick in, along with a few inches of shaft.

You see stars.

“Fuck!” your entire body shakes, pain and arousal mingling in a dangerous combination. Your chest heaves, knuckles turning white with how tightly you’re gripping the rope binding your wrists. And yet, you can’t take your eyes off the sight of Diavolo’s cock, and the way it disappears inside of you. You don’t dare look away.

Hands gripping your waist, Diavolo takes a deep breath in through his nose, and then cants his hips forward. The rest of his length stuffs inside of you—stomach bulging ever so slightly from his girth—and your mind goes white.

Hot tears stream down your cheeks.

For a frightening second, Diavolo worries that he has injured you.

“Y/N—”

“Please please please please move!” you cry, chest heaving. You struggle against the bindings, breaking off into a desperate sob. The Demon Prince and his butler share a surprised look. Then, Diavolo is grinning, ever so slowly rocking his hips into you. Each movement assaults you with a new wave of pleasure.

“You didn’t tell me that she gets like this,” Diavolo remarks, glancing to his long-time friend. Barbatos shakes his head, his hands once more settling on your breasts. When the butler flicks his thumbs against your nipples, a muscle clenches in Diavolo’s jaw—your pussy constricting around him.

“I had no idea it was possible,” Barbatos responds, but you don’t hear their conversation. You can’t tear your gaze from the spot where Diavolo’s cock vanishes between your walls. You’ve never been so full before—so stretched--right at your breaking point.

It feels so good.

“Y/N,” Diavolo speaks your name tenderly, drawing you from your state of desperation. Your blown-out eyes turn up to him. He cups your cheek, brushing over the damp tear tracks on your skin. “What are your safe words?”

“S…Stoplight colors,” you tell him, and he nods. Leaning in, he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Use them if you need to.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

Feeling better about your safety, Diavolo once more grips your waist, and begins fucking into your pussy with quick, smooth strokes. Each drag of his cock inside of you has you moaning—arousal rapidly building in the pit of your stomach. A part of you hopes that you’ll last long enough to cum with the Demon Prince, but when Barbatos settles his mouth against your neck—sucking at a particularly sensitive patch of flesh—you reach your climax without warning.

A cry tears from your throat. Your body spasms, pussy milking around Diavolo’s cock and hugging him so firmly that he actually snarls at the sensation. However, he doesn’t bother reprimanding you for the unprompted orgasm. No, instead he waits just long enough to allow the height of your pleasure to subside, before he begins snapping his hips into you with abandon.

Your lips part in a silent scream, Diavolo fucking you hard enough to make your tits bounce despite the upright position. As you struggle to maintain any sense of coherency, Barbatos hugs you tightly from behind, whispering quiet praises against your skin. It’s truly the only thing keeping you ground, at the moment.

“I can feel you getting tight again,” Diavolo remarks, the slightest growl in his voice, even as he chuckles. “Are you going to cum with me, Y/N?”

You shake your head violently. “I-I can’t. I can’t.”

You’re convinced that another orgasm will kill you.

Diavolo glances past your shoulder, to Barbatos. The butler nods his head. Without speaking a word, Barbatos knows his Lord’s request.

Pressing an apologetic kiss to your shoulder, Barbatos lowers one of his hands between your spread legs. Two of his fingers find your clit, and you choke down a sob. You desperately attempt to convince the royals that you’re unable to cum a third time, but the way your walls continue to contract around Diavolo’s cock says otherwise.

“Cum with me, and then you can rest,” Diavolo speaks, leaning in to capture your lips. He can taste your salty tears through the kiss.

“P-please,” you struggle to breathe, blurry eyes settling on the Demon Prince as he sits back—snapping his cock inside of you particularly hard. “Please.”

“Please what?” Diavolo asks, golden eyes soaking in the sight of you absolutely falling apart for him.

“Please…,” you repeat, voice trailing off. You’ve been so adamant about your inability to orgasm again, but now—with Diavolo thrusting into you, and Barbatos’ fingers working at your clit—you’re once again on the edge of release. You sob, the sound broken.

“Please let me cum.”

Diavolo grins handsomely.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

And you’re helpless to obey, your body spasming as your third and final orgasm of the night tears through you. Your chest heaves—struggling to take in air as Diavolo fucks you through your pleasure—chasing his own bliss.

Thankfully, he comes only a few seconds behind you—seating his length fully inside of you, and stuffing you to the brim as he spills his seed between your sopping walls. The sound of ragged breathing fills the room.

You fade out of consciousness for a moment.

“You did so well, taking Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos whispers into your hair, bringing you back into reality. He presses a soft kiss to your head. You whimper at his words, exhausted, and craving more praise and comfort.

Knowing that you need to be released from the suspension, Diavolo finally pulls his softening cock from inside of you. Immediately, his cum is slipping from your used heat—dripping down your pussy, and even onto the floor at your feet.

“Barbatos,” Diavolo speaks, taking a step back. The butler nods, swiftly moving to unravel the spool of rope secured above the mantle. Soon, you find yourself on the floor, both Diavolo and Barbatos working to undo the many intricate knots and ties.

It takes a few minutes—you whining and begging for affection the entire time—but finally the two free you from your bindings. As you move your limbs around, you can feel blood rushing back into certain areas of your body.

You’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow. For many reasons.

“You did beautifully,” Diavolo whispers as he scoops you into his arms. He moves to settle on the couch, cradling you in his lap. He brushes a few stray hands of hair out of your face, smiling when you reach up and cup his cheeks—tugging him into a kiss.

“I’m seeing many new sides of you today,” he remarks with a chuckle. You lean back, tiredly pouting at him.

“Well, this is the first time I’ve been fully tied up, suspended, and fucked by both a Demon Prince, and his butler, so.”

“That would explain it.”

He grins wider, a fond look in his eyes as he dips down to press a kiss to your forehead. As he does so Barbatos kneels at your side. There’s a pleasant smile on his face, his now-gloved hands gingerly trailing against your legs—dipping into the shallow marks left by the rope.

“How are you feeling?” he questions. His voice is tender, full of concern.

“I’m okay,” you say. “Sore, and tired, but…I feel good.” You extend your arm—fingertips trailing against his jaw. Barbatos leans into the feeling, cupping your hand with his own. “Thank you both for taking such good care of me. Even though you may have exerted yourselves more, rather than relaxing tonight, like I was hoping you would do…”

“I can’t speak for Barbatos, but personally, I feel much better now,” Diavolo pipes up. The butler nods in agreement, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm.

“Yes, I agree. I feel quite relaxed.”

You roll your eyes at them, breathing a laugh.

“If you say so.”

The royals share a laugh as well.

“You need to rehydrate. Shall I fetch us some beverages?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, Barbatos. It’s unfortunate we’re out of tea.”

The butler presses to his feet, bowing minutely. “It is. I will be sure to restock the pantry soon.”

He turns, heading towards the door, but your voice stops him.

“Wait--,” you speak, noting a clock on the wall nearby. It’s already past 11. “—It’s getting late. I don’t want to take more of your time. I know you still have a busy schedule tomorrow.”

“I would think that Lucifer and his brothers will be concerned, should you return home in your current state,” Barbatos comments, and you pause, glancing down at yourself. You’re covered in rope markings all over your body, not to mention the hickies and bite marks now littering your neck. On top of that, you’re still not even sure if you can properly move on your own, let alone walk.

“I…”

“I was going to ask you to stay with us,” Diavolo pipes up, smiling at you. “If you don’t mind sharing the bed, I’d prefer to have you close tonight.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words, but you can’t deny how appealing it sounds—spending the night in Diavolo’s arms. Especially considering how he’d just ruined you.

“Okay,” you concede.

“Good!”

You gasp as Diavolo presses to his feet, still securely holding you in his arms. “In that case, please bring the beverages to my chambers, Barbatos.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

The butler then disappears from the room. Diavolo follows him out, but not before tossing a handily available blanket atop your naked form. Your grip at the soft fabric, pouting as you watch your cute dress get left behind on the messy, rope covered floor.

“My dress…”

“Barbatos will likely return and clean up before the night ends. I’m sure it will be returned to you by morning,” Diavolo reassures you. You curl your hand into the dark fabric of his shirt, glancing up at him.

“That’s still more work for him…”

“You need to stop worrying about us,” he scolds you, giving you a light squeeze. You knock your forehead against his chest.

“It’s hard. I want you both to stop being so busy.”

“Soon,” he reassures you with a chuckle, and you feel his lips press into the crown of your hair. “Then we’ll go back to having Sunday tea.”

Perfect.

That night, you pass out tucked against Diavolo’s broad chest, before Barbatos ever appears with the drinks. At some point, a wet cloth drags between your legs, and a straw is placed between your lips, but you’re too exhausted to remember anything more than that. All you know is that when you wake up the next morning, Diavolo is gone, your bladder is full, and there’s a note on the nightstand addressed to you.

It’s Barbatos’ handwriting.

Y/N,

Lord Diavolo would like to apologize for being unable to keep you company this morning. We promise to make it up to you at a later time.

Your dress, along with vitamins, and other health supplements that will help you should you be ailing from the excitement of last night, are at the foot of the bed.

Blinking, you look down and realize that indeed your dress is folded neatly at your feet--a small gift bag beside it. But there’s no way you’ll need such medicine, right?

Slowly, you press to your feet, and immediately groan. Yep, everything is sore. You’ve never felt so achy all over.

Lucifer is here for a meeting. He will walk you home at 9am, once it is finished. Please meet him at the front doors.

If there’s anything else you need, please let myself, or Lord Diavolo know.

- Barbatos

You note that your DDD has been conveniently placed on the nightstand beside the note.

Clicking the phone screen to life—you pause.

It’s already 8:50.

“Shit!”

You rush to prepare yourself—dressing haphazardly, and running through the halls of the castle in order to meet Lucifer on time. You arrive at the front doors to find him waiting for you. He cocks an eyebrow, gaze falling to your current outfit. You’re adorning the dress you’d worn the day before, but beneath it, you’re also wearing a white turtleneck.

How curious.

“…did you enjoy your stay?”

There’s an amused look on his face—one that tells you he won’t be fooled by whatever excuse you decide to try and come up with. So, you settle for giving him an honest response.

“I did.”

And you can’t wait until your next one.

[otome-on-the-side]

Courting a Boxed Lunch 

Pairing: Lucifer/AFAB!reader 

Genre: Smut 

TWs: Oral sex, Semi-Public Sex 

Word Count:1657

Ao3 Mirror

You had had it up to here with the first born. Lots of things about Lucifer got under your skin; his arrogance, for one. The fact that he constantly made up arbitrary rules when annoyed. He was incredibly bossy, and often demanded perfection on the first command. His face was far too perfect, and every time his mouth curled up into a knowing grin you wanted to deck him. The fact that he dressed like a Victorian that hated jackets, but enjoyed the idea of them. The fact that he has a perpetual stick up his ass and was an utter buzzkill to boot. The fact that he’d banned you from being on school grounds post any school council activities.

Which was ridiculous. He and his brothers stayed for student council meeting well into the night; there was no reason for such a rule to exist. You could see the logic to such a rule; all things considered, it was dangerous for you to be anywhere outside of the house of lamentation unaccompanied. But due to the very nature of how long lasting those stupid school council meetings were, there wasn’t really any point to having it in the first place!

Even though it was late- it felt late anyhow; you weren’t going to waste the mental energy on reading universal time- you felt in your bones that chances were high one of the brothers were still skulking around the school grounds. You just hadn’t bothered to see which were going to stick around late. You had a potion project to figure out and very limited time to work on it, dammit! And of the eldest got upset about you finishing schoolwork, well-

“Lucifer can suck my dick,” you mutter, not noticing said demon has been quietly looming behind you for the past five minutes.

“If you insist,” he responds.

He smirks when you nearly jump out of your skin.

You keep your eyes from his as you feel your cheeks flush. You don’t have any real retort for that; you already have a pretty good idea of what Lucifer looks like on his knees. You wouldn’t mind putting him to work there as well.

“Just long have you been standing there?” you ask.

“Long enough to hear you muttering to yourself for the past couple of minutes. Do you have any specific requests, dear?”

As you face the table with a roll of your eyes, you can feel him come closer; the feel his breath fanning across the back of your neck, his arms resting on the table’s edge on either side of you, caging you in place. You can’t hold back the shiver than runs down your spine, and you feel him chuckle against your skin in response.

“You realize how late it is?” He murmurs in your ear.

You scramble for a thought, to keep your response cool despite how hot your face is. “… Vaguely. Today’s the only day I could rent the potions lab out.”

Lucifer’s close enough that you can feel his befuddled blink.

“You were here for a project?”

“Why else would I deliberately brake one of your many, many rules? Frankly, you giving me grief over grades just barely outweighs the grief I get from rule breaking.”

“Only because you are so used to breaking my rules.”

“Only because you have so many.” You counter. You let yourself lean back a little, onto his shoulder.

“Do I?” He counters back. He lifts a hand from the table to cradle your jaw. “I might be in the mood to bend a few at the moment.”

‘That’s another thing,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Lucifer has absolutely no right to be this pent up.’

You merely hum in response to his sultry tone. Carefully, you move out of his hold, and you put the more volatile potion ingredients in back within the treys you had brought to the table.

Lucifer lets out a displeased huff, but lets you clean up after yourself.

“I never said you had to stop working on your classwork.”

“Some of these are incredibly volatile and hard to work with, even for demons. I’m not going to compromise lab safety so far as to find out what nasty effects these solutions and such could have on me with reckless bending.” You sink enough suggestion into your tone that you can see a hint of something turn on into a full-on gleam.

“Would you like any help?” He offered.

You pause to stopper a vial, peering over your shoulder at what you have to put away and then back to Lucifer. The fact that he’s always wearing gloves is… helpful in this instance. “If you don’t mind the possibility of your gloves getting ruined, and wearing some goggles, sure.”

Cleanup went faster with his help, somehow. He didn’t need to look up where things went, and his movements were smooth and quick, which probably helped. As you watched him out of the corner of your eye, you marveled at Lucifer’s efficiency. Not a moment was wasted as he went through his tasks.

“Still considering the request you made earlier?” He asked as he put away the last of your ingredients.

You made a show of pausing, as if considering. “Maybe.”

Lucifer turned towards you, watchful and attentive.

“You looked so cute kneeling the other day,” You continued in a wistful tone. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you do it again; but this time, for me.”

When you turned, Lucifer was less than a hand’s width away, kneeling down on the lab floor before you.

You stall him a little by cradling his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“How could I deny such a simple request from my master?” You really wish he didn’t pair what should have been a sweet, earnest statement with a shit eating grin and sarcastic tone, even as his hand cradled yours over his jaw. His other hand rested on your hip, playing with the waistband of your uniform.

You give him a nod as permission, and that’s all he needs.

Lucifer’s hand leaves yours, and he hooks both thumbs under the waistband of your uniform and your underwear; pulling both down far enough that he can spread your legs with no hindrance.

Reverently, he guides your hand to his shoulder, encouraging you to hold onto him. You comply, gripping onto his uniform jacket as he hooks one of your now bare legs over his shoulder. It’s a little scary when he suddenly rises, but you feel supported as his hands cradle your ass to support your weight, depositing you on the edge of the recently wiped down lab table with ease.

Between the chill of the lab itself and the stone tabletop sapping the warmth from your bare skin, you couldn’t help shivering. Lucifer pressing a kiss to your abdomen as he looked up at you with hooded eyes definitely didn’t help. He had no trouble hooking your other leg over his shoulder.

You didn’t bother holding in your pleased sigh as Lucifer trailed downward, spreading your legs to give the demon more room. He groans as he licks over your slit, and you can’t resist tangling a hand into his hair. You have no hope of prying him off yourself at this point, but it’s nice to be able to scrape your nails against his scalp.

His wet kisses over your pussy and suckling at your clit sound so loud in the quiet lab, even with all the noises Lucifer pulls from you with ease, combined with all the pleased sounds of a demon enjoying his meal with gusto.

You cursed as another wave of pleasure rolled through you, toes curling as Lucifer continued his ministrations, and well. Communication was important during times like this; you wanted him to be sure you were enjoying yourself. “Thank you,” you choked out.

You could feel that smug, knowing smirk curling against your skin, and you immediately lock your legs around his head, keeping him close as you hiss, “Fuck. You are such a smug asshole.”

He stilled to look up, still smirking as he spoke against your core, “What happened? You were behaving so well.”

You swung your heel, kicking him in the back. “You get good behavior when you earn it.”

His grip on your thighs tightened at your tone and rough treatment, but with a pleased growl, Lucifer went back to work.

He has no qualms doing his damndest to make your own slick drip down his chin; his tongue toyed with your entrance before delving deeper in earnest. His uneven breathing fanned over your cunt as he looked up at you, debauched and drinking in every reaction as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

When he pulls his tongue out, there’s no disguising the squelching noise of your pussy gripping the muscle- or your whimper as the teasing action just makes you feel all the more empty.

When he returns his attention to your clit, it doesn’t take long for all those waves of pleasure to crest and crash over you, your legs trembling, and hands pulling harder on Lucifer’s hair- now thoroughly mussed at this point- and to grind his face against your cunt as you chase after your high.

All while he kisses down to your entrance and drinks down every last drop of your pleasure. As your orgasm abates, Lucifer dutifully continues until you’re overstimulated, only stopping when you push him away. He abides by resting his chin on your thigh.

“Thank you,” you say, still a little breathless.

You said it because, even though this was as much what Lucifer wanted, he’d taken being pushed around- by a human, no less- very well.

“Any time you wish.” His voice is soft and full of adoration as you gently comb his ruined hair from his eyes.

[softmothprince]

Text Me Later

MC overhears something after class and is curious to see what would happen if she did it to Mammon.

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MC bites her lip, tapping her nails against her D.D.D., rethinking what she just did. The only reason she did this was because she heard some demons in her class whispering about doing it to their s/o, and when she asked more about it they gave her tips and tricks. Dirty talking wasn’t something she did, it was usually Mammon doing it to her.

But the demons in that group hyped her up, especially when she mentioned that Mammon would be tied up with Lucifer and working on Student Council things. She re-reads the texts again, her nerves rising the more she scrolls.

~Goldielocks~

‘I’m conflicted right now.’

‘Ha? About what? You better not be thinking of doing something without me!’

‘I want you to hold me in your arms and tease my neck with kisses. Make those pretty marks you love so much.’

‘W-what? You can’t just say something like that!’

‘But I also want you to force me up against a wall and fuck me until I’m shaking. Until I can’t even remember my own name.’

‘....you don’t understand what you’re starting, princess.’

‘Don’t I? I know that you’re probably sitting in Lucifer’s office, slacking off to look at these messages I’m sending and imagining that you were here right now.’

‘That’s it.’

‘Mammon?’

message seen

~

That was almost twenty minutes ago. With a loud huff, MC lets her phone fall onto her stomach and stares at her ceiling. She stretches her legs, wincing when she feels the warmth in her belly grow. Writing those texts and imaging Mammon being all flustered did that to her- A loud knock makes her sit up and she looks at the clock on her phone.

She was supposed to be home alone, since the brothers all had things to do. MC cautiously approaches her door and waits for a second, reaching out with her pacts and is surprised to feel the one on her chest- Mammon’s -pulse eagerly. Opening the door, she finds the second born standing outside her room, his head tilted down.

His white hair is a ruffled mess, clothes looking to be hastily tugged at and chaotic. All-in-all, he looks like a mess. Without waiting, he walks past her and keeps his back to her.

“Mammon?” She whispers, brows furrowed when he doesn’t say anything and closes her door. “Hey, are you-”

She yells in shock when right as the lock clicks in place, he suddenly rushes her, his hand going to her throat and he shoves her against the door. Finally being able to see his face, she stops. Mammon’s eyes are dark and his pupils dilated, an almost feral expression tugging at his features.

“This is what you get for sending such lewd messages, sweetheart~”

She stutters and tries to move, only to be yanked around and thrown onto her bed. The hand gripping her neck tightens and digs into her skin, his thumb moving to stroke the pact mark between her breasts.

“Mammon-”

“You knew exactly what would happen. I warned you- but you still did it.” He suddenly pushes her legs apart, his free hand going to cup her clothed pussy. “But you missed me too much to stop, right? I can smell it- your little slit is wet from writing those messages.”

MC lifts her hips up, trying to push more against his hand- only for him to let her neck go and force her hips down as he slips his other hand into her shorts. It takes little to no resistance for his fingers to slide into her pussy, his long fingers easily reaching those sweet spots she can’t.

He hums and leans forward as he moves his arm in time with his thumb as it rubs her clit, pressing his teeth to her throat. He nibbles and sucks on the skin, growling when she jolts and moans into his ear. One of her legs is between his and when she moves it, it grinds against his cock.

She whimpers his name repeatedly, tugging at his hair and clawing at his t-shirt. Red scratches appear on his skin, slowly disappearing as time went on. He tilts his head up and snags her ear between his teeth, tugging briefly before whispering lewd words.

“You’re going to cum on my fingers before I give you my cock, you got that human? I’m going to tease you just like you wanted before I fuck you so hard you’re fucking shaking.”

Her mouth drops open with a small line of drool going down her chin, chest heaving harder and harder until- The noise she lets out is similar to a sob, legs spasming as she cums hard and fast. She vaguely hears Mammon murmuring praises in her ear, ‘good girl’ ‘my human’ and ‘naughty thing’ mixing in her mind.

He slips his soaked hand from her shorts and grabs both of her thighs to hold them in place as he sits up on his knees, lining their hips up. Loud grunts fill her ears as he grinds against her core, making her feel his cock through his jeans. The flimsy material of her shorts barely hides her excitement, darkening as he pushes it against her wet slit.

She whines and squirms, trying to get away as the wet fabric rubs her sensitive flesh. Mammon grins and lets one leg go to tear apart her bottoms, swiftly undoing his own belt and unzipping his jeans. He hums as he pulls out his cock, stroking it for a moment before letting it rub over his sweetheart’s clit.

He goes back to grinding their hips together, fisting her hair in one hand and grabbing under her knee with the other. She goes to cover her mouth and muffle her moans, but Mammon is quick to dip down and slam their lips together while shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Tangling their tongues together, he swallows her sounds greedily while rutting faster. His hips pull back enough so the head of his dick catches her entrance and he briefly lets her leg go to help ease his dick inside her wet cunt. His mouth parts from hers, a deep and guttural noise erupting from his chest as he sinks balls deep.

“Haa~ Your pussy is gripping my cock so nicely.” He laughs and tugs her head back, locking their eyes together. “I can tell by that look on your face that you’re going to cum if I move. You know I won’t stop once I start, don’t you babygirl…” He purrs, flicking his tongue along her lips and sliding it past them.

She mumbles out something that sounds like his name, but he doesn’t hesitate. He drives his hips back and forward, hearing that sweet sound of wet skin slapping together. And just as he said, his naughty girl squeals and gasps against his mouth as the familiar spasm of her pussy flutters around his cock- but he’s far from done.

He doesn’t stop as her orgasm does, continuing to slap their hips together hard. The lewd expression that corrupts her face makes him moan loudly, pressing their foreheads against each other and stares into her eyes. He can almost imagine the hearts in them, like those porn pictures he’s seen.

His hands slide down and grab under her bottom, lifting her up slightly so he can find that one spot that will- MC lets out a scream, babbling incoherently as she trembles and squeezes her thighs around his hips.

Mammon’s breathing becomes rough and tilting more towards a growl, his nails digging into her flesh as he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and cumming rapidly onto her heaving stomach. Both of them are shaking aggressively, chests heaving and faces blissed out.

Their eyes meet, and MC lets a loopy smile appear on her face, flushed face relaxing as the trembling lessens. Mammon takes a few deep breaths, rubbing his thumbs over her twitching thighs and once he is sure she is fine, he stands to snag a discarded towel tossed onto the couch.

He carefully cleans the cum off her stomach and thighs, taking extra precaution with her sensitive spots between her legs. Once that was done, he rolls the towel up in both of their dirty clothing and tosses them into a basket, then crawls into bed beside MC.

She eagerly curls into his arms, humming when he strokes up and down her spine. They whisper to each other about random things, until both fall into silence and then eventually into a deep sleep. Tangled in each other's arms.

[before-the-black-pearl]

I made those modern Jack and Fitzy headcanons over a year and a half ago. I started writing a modern!AU fic since then so I developed the headcanons more and I wanted to share some of them. Keep in mind this may be a little different than what I present in the actual fic. I’m making some shit up on the spot.

So picture this: The young Jack Sparrow books taking place today and all the characters are in high school in Tampa, Florida, and the school is called...

Barnacle High School

Jack the “I was at the door when the bell rang” Sparrow:

He’s one of The Boyz🥶🥵😎 But like the stupid kind who thinks they’re better than everyone else.

He’s a troublemaker and creates a lot of mischief around campus.

Mischief includes but not limited to: pulling the fire alarm multiple times, drilling holes between the boys and girls gym locker rooms, defaced a bunch of textbooks with The Boyz drawing dicks on every single page, one time he snuck into the office and played pr0n on the schoolwide intercom speaker, a time he gave everyone “shits and giggles” (laxative and weed) brownies at a school dance and caused everyone to shit and puke all over the gym floor and it made the news,..... How tf isn’t he expelled?

Unsurprisingly he gets in fights. The fights are half of the time started by other students, but gets in trouble anyway.

Constantly interrupts the teachers to the point where they write him up or kick him out.

Sometimes fucks with the quiet kids like “Hey, mate, do you know what we’re doing?” “Can you like teach it to me?” “You can do it for me, right?” “Why don’t you ever talk, mate?”

He’s actually pretty smart but the teachers don’t like him and home sucks so he gave up.

Probably has ADHD.

Wears layers, like leather, denim, flannels, t-shirts, hoodies, jeans of various “tightness”, studded belts, many pairs of combat boots or knockoff timbs. Half his shit is from Goodwill.

Undercuts for dayyyzzzz. Think Coming Storm cut but the bottom is shaved off.

Still wears his nasty ass bandana even though the teachers always tells him he can’t wear it in class.

His makeup literally always slaps.

He likes to collect random things and sometimes puts them on his clothes or his backpack or in his locker.

Obsessed with dead things (furs, pelts, bones, stuffed animals, etc)

Has a fascination with the sea and likes the nautical aesthetic.

Bonus: Yeah he totally vapes.

Arabella the “Shut up and let me work” Smith:

She’s the “good kid” and sometimes the “quiet kid.” Jack definitely fucks with her in class sometimes until she pops off and they both get written up.

She’s an honors student and exceeds well in her classes.

She’d rather blend in with the crowd and not many students really notice her. She keeps herself contained in a small group of friends.

If she’s not with her friends, she’s probably in the library.

She’s really into Art and History.

Kind of a conspiracy nut and likes reading into urban legends and stuff.

Infodumps about her interests to Jack and he gets hella annoyed.

Jack sometimes follows her around and she gets hella annoyed but she gets sad when he’s not around.

Mediates between Jack and Fitz.

Jack and Fitzy fight over her. Jean has shown a little interest in her too.

She ate the “giggles” from Jack’s brownies. She got so fucked up she had a panic attack and left the dance really early before all the chaos began in the gym.

Kinda looks like she hasn’t really left 2015...like basic white girl with knit sweaters and cardigans, t-shirts and tanks, leggings, boots or sandals, etc. Sometimes also wears hoodies and jeans.

Headbands and beanies and cottagecore-like bandanas.

Yeah her makeup slaps too.

She works for her father after school at the Tortuga Tavern, formerly named Faithful Bride before it was forced to change to something more “PC.”

Fitzwilliam the “My uncle is the principal” Dalton (the third):

Basic snobby rich kid.

President of every “snobby kid club”; the Chess Club, the Key Club, the Student Council, and Yearbook.

Also an athlete and is in the school’s track team and soccer team.

Is in a clique with his equally snobby friends.

Yeah but he’s like hella proper.

He’s well educated and knows several different languages.

Hella ignorant about certain shit tho.

Big fuckin FLEXER with his expensive name-brand clothing and tech.

Lies about being friends with celebrities and online influencers and shit.

Ate one of the “shits” brownies....Just leaving that to the imagination until I make a one-shot.

Drippin’ Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Michael Kors, Coach, etc... Literally like full fucking tracksuits, knit sweater over button-up combo, fancy coats, name-brand t-shirts, jeans over hundreds to thousands of $$$, shoes costing almost as much as rent.

The pocketwatch from the books is a fancy golden $30,000 Rolex wristwatch.

Jack keeps taking his watch.

Wears his hair up in a manbun like it’s still 2015 and Jack keeps teasing him about it.

Yeah got like a brand new iPhone and and iPad and a really expensive laptop and an iWatch even though I already got a regular watch on my other wrist.

Jean the “I swear to god she’s like my sister” Magliore:

Y’all know it, he’s in the Anime Club.

Jean and Tumen are best friends, and in my story, foster brothers.

Likes video games and always has his Nintendo Switch with him.

Internet memelord and low key has “band kid” energy.

Always be sending Tumen or the “Barnacle Crew” group chat memes.

Being from New Orleans is a personality trait and is very enthused with his Creole roots and loves creole dishes.

He runs a foodie Instagram account with a large following. Self proclaimed foodfluencer.

Sometimes sells candy and chips at school. Gets in trouble for it.

Yeah he ate multiple brownies at the dance....

Jean has a cat Constance, named after his deceased sister, he brings to school hidden in his backpack.

Constance will literally eat just about everything, mimics human noises, and her expressions are very human-like according to Jean. Her traits are so much like his sister, Jean believes she is his sister born as a cat in a new life.

He made Constance her own Instagram account.

Jack HATES Constance. Constance LOVES Jack.

Hoodies, jeans, headphones, beanies.

His hair is the same but a bit shorter.

“Suspiciously quiet kid” Tumen:

The quiet kid sitting in the back of the class and drawing while listening to music.

He is also in the Anime Club with Jean.

Since Jean is into video games, Tumen is a weeb.

Jean is the only person he really hangs out with at school.

Tumen doesn’t have a phone in my fanfic but for the purpose of this headcanon and the group chat, he does have one.

He’s more of a “lurker” in the GC.

Jean’s #1 meme reactor.

He watches anime crack videos.

Tumen is the most “immature” than the others since he’s the youngest.

The only one who didn’t eat the brownies. Got interviewed on the news.

He takes pride in his Mayan heritage.

Has a random interest in geography and wants a career as a cartographer.

Anime t-shirts and hoodies galore.

Always has his hood up in class.

Teachers always telling him to put his hood down.

Tim “the newbie” Hawk:

He eventually transfers to Barnacle High.

I don’t have a full headcanon written for him yet.

Principal Lawrence Norrington:

Principal of Barnacle High.

Fitzwilliam’s uncle.

HATES Jack Sparrow.... Again how tf is Jack not expelled?

Brings his kid James to work sometimes even though the kid should be at school himself.

Jack sitting in the principal’s office in trouble again and James keeps bugging him. “Do you play Fortnite?” “No. Beat it, kid.”

Tia Dalma:

The school nurse.

Jack is buddies with her and he goes to her and pretends to be sick when he wants to ditch class.

Has crab parts in jars in the cabinets. No one questions it.

Joshamee Gibbs:

The janitor.

He’s in the Navy but he’s on off-duty employment.

Jack is buddies with him too.

He writes Jack fake doctors notes or signs permission slips or covers for Jack when he’s ditching, in exchange for booze Jack has at home.

He had to clean up the gym after the brownies incident ☹️

I don’t know how to write Davy Jones into this.

For the sake of this headcanon, it would be funny if Torrents was like a science teacher or something. Or if Madame Minuet was like an economics or math teacher. Or if Silverback is an English teacher. Or if Left-Foot Louis is a PE teacher and he’s all running in circles because he’s got two left feet lol.

Btw all these teachers HATE Jack 😂

[madmanipulation]

[ The Dream:

You can also read it as a short smut fic with a pinch of drama.

So the dream started with some recent mischief. What it was, I don’t know. Dreams aren’t always clear. Jamie just fist-bumped Maximus and told him he was glad he was there with him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

(I should point out they couldn’t have been adults, since boarding school, but, in my mind’s eye, they were CLEARLY in their twenties. I just can’t really imagine them younger I guess. Or I didn’t want to. I do prefer the adult male physique over the twink physique. I also don’t know their age difference--ANYWAY!)

Maximus was walking all proper, his nose in the air, as he’s a prince from birth, and Jamie was like a typical sleazoid, a bit slouched and smirking like the devil, his shirt half-untucked and tie loose. It was understood in my dream that Jamie was the popular attractive student known for the occasional prank and bullying, while Maximus was the quiet pretentious resident genius who couldn’t get along with anyone who didn’t like a bit of mean-hearted mischief. Both were known to be base level assholes.

So they got into their shared dorm room, and, hopped up on adrenaline from whatever they’d done, they began to make out. Heavy petting, untucking clothing, unbuttoning buttons--You can picture it. Maximus plopped down onto the edge of Jamie’s bed, which I recall was closest to the door, and Jamie stood before him. Apparently, it was a regular thing for Maximus to suck him off. Again, it was just understood that Jamie would give Maximus the occasional handjob, but he didn’t often reciprocate. (This is my headcanon for Jamie and Ned, one of his canon best friends, so I guess my brain just put Maximus in Ned’s role. Seriously, Ned just looks like someone Jamie would take advantage of.) They were in the middle of it, low moans and filthy suction and slurping sounds, when there came a knock at the door.

Jamie, lacking any shame or manners, answered the door with his dick out. Granted, he was standing half-behind the door so it wouldn’t be seen. He was ready to tell the visitor to “bugger off”, before Maximus exclaimed, “Brother!”

Jamie bit out a, “Shit,” and tucked himself back into his trousers.

Blackagar noticed what he was doing, then noticed how flushed Maximus was and how swollen his lips were. He almost went for Jamie, but Maximus used his powers to subtly jolt him out of his protective rage. (Maximus had his powers, which only Blackagar knew about. Jamie was far too young to have his. If you don’t know, he acquired his powers later in life.) For a moment, the brothers had a heated conversation that seemed one-sided. 

Apparently, Jamie didn’t pick up on the fact that Blackagar wasn’t even signing. He just sighed and retreated to their bathroom to rub out what Maximus had left him with. My mind focused on both events, but I don’t remember much more than Jamie wanking it over the toilet. Seriously, it was lovely scene in my mind. His hair falling into his eyes, his fingers curled under, clenched, as he leaned against the closeby sink counter...He was giving himself a left-handed stroke so he could imagine the clumsiness of another person’s hand. When he came, he got a bit on the toilet seat, which he had to clean off. Not out of politeness. Rather he didn’t want any of the boarding school girls to have access to a Braddock baby fund. This was literally understood in my dream. I guess it had to be emphasised he wasn’t thoughtful, just selfish.

When he left the bathroom, he caught Maximus saying to Blackagar, “It’s only oral sex. The council never mentioned oral sex. I doubt they would consider it ceremonious of marriage to suck--” Blackagar swiped his hand to the side to shut Maximus up. He didn’t want to hear his brother say that.

“Marriage?” Jamie asked as he reclined on his bed. Privacy? For whom? It was his room.

Maximus then explained that, in his culture, people were considered married if they had basic penetrative sex. Oral sex was never discussed, so there were no definitive laws about it. (I don’t know where that came from. I don’t think anything about the inhumans would point to that being the case. I know they’re strict about their genetics, but what?)

Blackagar signed something, but Maximus hushed him as if he’d spoken. Jamie, curious, asked what he’d said, and Blackagar gave Maximus that, ‘You better tell him or I will,’ look. After some reservation, Maximus sighed, then told him, “He says you’re not worthy of the royal family.”

Jamie laughed. “What does that mean? Royal family? Does he think I’m related to the bloody queen?”

He didn’t know Maximus was a prince. Maximus had to explain it to him, which left him shocked and silent for a moment. Then, “Bloody hell, Maxi...You’re a prince and you didn’t tell me?”

“You didn’t ask,” he tried to justify, but Jamie wasn’t amused. In fact, Jamie just waited for the real reason. “You don’t associate with people who have a higher status than you, so I kept it to myself.” Maximus had seen Jamie as his only chance at a friendship in the boarding school, so he’d observed his habits and made himself as appealing to him as possible. Basically, the little shit had manipulated Jamie.

Jamie found that...hilarious. He laughed, while Blackagar and Maximus talked more about how what Maximus was doing with Jamie wasn’t acceptable. It was understood that Jamie didn’t mind what Maximus had done because it showed Maximus was willing to do anything to please him, and Jamie liked having control.

During their conversation, Maximus told Blackagar, “He isn’t using me, brother. It’s just oral sex. I enjoy it too,” and Jamie’s stupid response was,

“Yeah, big brother, it’s just a bit of ‘ead.” He’d put on the accent thick to be as mocking as possible...which is why Blackagar lunged at him. 

Blackagar was on top of him, squeezing his throat. Jamie was about to comment on how strong he was, because Blackagar has superhuman strength, but he became alarmed when he couldn’t speak because he couldn’t push air past the hold on him. Panicked, he kneed him in the groin. Blackagar, focused on controlling his impulse to make a sound, released him, and Maximus pulled him to his own bed where they could sit.

“He’s a friend, Blackagar,” Maximus tried to sooth him.

“With benefits,” Jamie croaked out. When Blackagar looked like he was about to go for him again, Jamie proceeded while rubbing his neck. “I’m a big brother too, alright? I know what it’s like to worry about the li’le ones. I’m not going to hurt ‘im, ok?”

Blackagar seemed placated. Until--

“Might bugger ‘im, though.”

Blackagar lunged again.

That part of the dream ended there. I assume Maximus had to break up another fight. (I do remember Maximus commenting on Jamie’s “cleverness” and “brilliance”, but hell if I remember where that occurred. Probably somewhere around him calling him a friend?)

Then, Jamie and Maximus were stripping in their dorm. They were sweating, so it was just assumed they’d done some physical activity as a school and were all cleaning up and resting. There was some idle chit chat about teachers, subjects, and other students, but I don’t remember what it was or if it even made sense. You know how filler in dreams is.

When they were naked, Maximus moved to walk past Jamie to the bathroom, but Jamie caught him. He had a hand pressed to his lower abdomen, like very low. Maximus sighed, about to reject Jamie’s request for a blowy, but Jamie was the one who knelt before him. Surprised, Maximus forgot about the sticky feeling of drying sweat on his skin and the stink of pubescent young men and sat on the edge of Jamie’s bed to enjoy the oral sex. He laid back during it, perching his foot on the edge of the bed, and felt a finger on his hole. Immediately, he gripped Jamie’s hair. “No, Jamie...” It was a very firm denial.

Jamie pulled off his dick and smirked. “Just a bit of teasing to get you off, alright? Don’t worry.” When the grip on his hair loosened, he left a heavy coating of saliva on his finger and stroked over Maximus’s hole in little circles as he went back to sucking him off. It was sloppy, probably not as much suction as there should have been, but Maximus didn’t know what a good blowjob felt like anyway. He was enjoying it thoroughly, panting, moaning softly. The extra stimulation felt good.

After Maximus came, Jamie wiped the semen off and over his hole, which Maximus didn’t notice through the spit from Jamie’s teasing and that managed to make its way down from the sloppy blowjob. He then laid himself over Maximus and began to grind over him, pelvis to pelvis. 

Maximus, sensitive after orgasm, tried to breathe through it, but, eventually, after some desperate moans and whines, he pushed his hands against Jamie’s hips. “That’s too much,” he told him, breathless.

Jamie grunted out a, “Fine,” pushed back Maximus’s legs, and seemed to be positioning himself to screw him properly.

Maximus was not on board. “No, Jamie!” he insisted, pushing at him again. He knew he’d heard him before!

James Braddock Jr. didn’t believe in no as a final answer, though, so he kept pushing for consent. “Come on, Maxi...Let me use it for a little grind, yeah? Promise I won’t push it in. I wanna feel this little kingmaker of yours, yeah? Let it give me a kiss, yeah?” (Maximus’s butthole is a kingmaker. Pfft.)

Even though he had been adamant, Maximus was worn down and let Jamie do as he pleased, for the most part. “No penetration...”

So Jamie stroked Maximus’s entrance with the head of his cock, sliding it up and down over it, until he was close. Then, he pushed. Not a lot, but enough to open him for a bit of the product of his orgasm. 

Maximus furiously pushed at him, shoved him so he would get off of him, which Jamie found funny. “I told you no, you clod!” he chastised as he pushed past him and into the bathroom to shower.

That part ended on that dubious/non con note.

Then, they were already hot and heavy on Maximus’s bed, Jamie on top of him, his hips thrusting. Between their bodies, Maximus was gripping both of their dicks in his lubricated hand. It was inferred they’d worked up to that point over time, past quick blowjobs after class. 

Maximus was very much the submissive party, moaning Jamie’s name and following his lead, his legs spread for Jamie’s more muscular body. When he released them, Jamie laid over him and sandwiched their lengths between them to grind against one another. The inhuman prince gripped his pillow, panting desperately as he waited for Jamie to take him over the edge with him. 

He didn’t, though. There was a break in Maximus’s pleasure as Jamie positioned himself, swiping his weeping head over Maximus’s virgin hole. “Let me give you a proper fucking,” he tempted between warm kisses.

“No,” Maximus, denied, though Jamie could be awfully persuasive when he wanted to be. He was buckling, watching his friend’s flushed face, so close, the red making his eyes look extra blue. Why did Jamie have to be such a handsome bastard? (In my mind’s eye, it was a close-up of Jamie’s Crayola blue eyes and his long eyelashes. Very pretty. Brain thinks Jamie is very pretty.)

“Come on, Maxi~...Give this to me. No one has to know. Let me feel what can make a man royalty, yeah?” he tempted further, pushing despite Maximus’s clear protests. If Maximus wasn’t fighting him, that was consent to him, that was an eventual yes to Jamie. His hands found Maximus’s and held them as he pushed them into the pillow, effectively pinning them.

The pinning didn’t bother Maximus. He just positioned his fingers between Jamie’s and gripped his hands. “No...No. I can’t, Jamie...You don’t understand! I can’t just--” It took the breath out of him, the sudden pressure on his insides, the pinch of a tiny tear. He gasped. Jamie was inside of him and pushing deeper, and Maximus was angling his hips and spreading his legs to accommodate him. He was conflicted. He’d told Jamie no and he’d honestly meant it, but Jamie was his only friend...and it felt so good. His brow furrowed, but his mouth hung open loosely to huff out pleasured breaths and not a single protest came out of it.

There was no apology. Jamie just hissed at the resistant grip around him as he pushed, until Maximus’s body eventually relaxed and allowed him to bury himself inside of him. He rarely bent over a bloke. If he wanted a hole, he found the all-too-willing female population more appealing. But Maximus was a prince. His ass might as well have been solid gold to Jamie. He’d wanted to fuck royalty, and he was finally inside a goddamn prince. Not to mention it made Maximus technically his, and he could use that power over him whenever he wanted. The high of his accomplishment made it that much better. Along with the new sounds he was getting out of Maxi. They were pretty little confused moans that were forced out of him with each thrust, laced with something akin to a whine, maybe even a sob.

Jamie didn’t last very long. They’d both been close before he’d gotten inside. He’d made sure to stroke Maximus to completion first at least. His partner’s orgasm pushed him over the edge quickly, Jamie unable to hold back as Maximus clenched around him and rolled his hips like a desperate slag. He came inside of him, even made certain he hadn’t felt a drop leave him for a full minute before he pulled out. He was cheerful when he did too, kissing Maximus after they were no longer connected. There was no basking in the afterglow, just getting up to find where his pants had been tossed to.

Seemingly shocked, Maximus remained there for a moment, the whole situation dawning on him as the afterglow quickly wore off. Then, he managed to sit up, where he remained until the dream ended, his mouth agape in the realization of what had just happened and eyes focused on the consequences of it all in his mind. 

Jamie couldn’t have cared less.

Fin. ]