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rafeandonlyrafe · 10 months ago

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other fingers in other holes

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warnings: 18+ only, dubcon!, smut, fingering, reader x barry, reader x rafes (nameless) friends, spankings, punishments, mentions of p in v sex, anal fingering, mentions of anal sex, established relationship

“you're being a fucking brat.” rafe growls out, not bothering to lower their voice as everyone on the patio turns to look at you.

you know it's true but you still pout and cross your arms, defying him even more.

“if you wanna act like a bitch, im going to treat you like one.” rafe warns. “act up one more time and you'll see what happens.”

you're good for less than five minutes before you do something else to purposely get on rafes nerves, and something snaps inside of him.

he pulls you into his lap, shoving your face down so you land with your stomach across his knees. you instantly know what rafe is planning as your hands come to your skirt and hold the material down, but it's no use.

rafe doesn't care that barry is sitting right next to him. doesn't care that a couple of his friends had joined them, he still pushes the fabric up to reveal your panties.

“rafe, im sorry!” you squeal, but his hand still lands on your ass, making your entire body twitch.

“i told you there would be consequences.” rafe growls out. “now you have to take your punishment.”

he doesn't stop with one spanking, hitting your ass again for all of the peering eyes to see how your plump bum jiggles with his strikes.

another spanking as you clenching your legs tightly together, attempting fruitfully to keep yourself somewhat concealed, only for rafe to rip your thighs apart, lifting one so effortlessly it's like you're a doll.

“look at that, guys.” rafe scoffs. “she's already soaking through her panties.”

“rafe, man…” barry says, and you think for a moment he might defend you. might tell rafe to not embarrass you in front of everyone. “take them off.”

your heart sinks as you press your face into the couch cushion, knowing rafe will listen to what barry asks of him.

rafes hand delivers another swat before tugging your panties down your legs, flinging them onto the floor. you don't even bother trying to keep yourself from being exposed as rafe sits your hips back onto his lap with your legs spread wide.

the second the fresh afternoon air hits your pussy, you can't help the moan you let out.

“shit man, she is soaked.” barry laughs.

you wait for rafes touch, but you can tell this hand is different as it delivers a rougher spanking, surely leaving a red mark.

your eyes widen when the fingers the delve into your folds are certainly not rafes, not as long and not as slender as the man you're used to.

you instantly realize it's barry, rafe having allowed him to reach over and begin to finger you as he prods a digit against your entrance.

“don't bother being gentler with her, man.” rafe says. “she's used to getting fucked hard, huh baby?”

you let out a little whine and hope it suffices as a good enough answer for rafe.

“oh, and don't look so jealous.” rafe says to his two friends whose names you've forgotten at this point, sole focus on barrys finger slowly sinking further into your cunt. “you'll get a turn fingering her too.”

rafe then bends over your body, making sure you're listening as he gathers your hair into a ponytail and tugs your head up. “and you're not to cum, understood?”

you nod, swallowing thickly as barrys finger starts to push in and out of you as you struggle to find your voice. “yes.”

“good girl.” rafe drops your hair and your face presses back into the couch, attempting to hide your moans somewhat in the cushion as barry picks up the pace, listening to rafe and not bothering to build you up or take anything too gentle.

it's not long before a second finger is pushed into your entrance, barry seeing how quickly you adjust as your walls give way, pussy sucking his fingers deeper in every time.

“remember this is your punishment.” rafe says, slapping your ass harshly, the sudden stinging pain in sharp contrast to barry fingering you.

you can hear rafe, then soon after his buddies, let out a chuckle at the way your pussy obviously reacts, loving the mix of pain and pleasure as your pussy grip around barrys fingers so tightly he almost struggles to move them.

“god man, you get to fuck this cunt every day?” one of rafes friends pipes up.

“nah, not her cunt. she's not good enough for that every day.” rafe separates your cheeks and you know exactly what he's going to say. “i fuck her other hole when she's being a brat no matter how much she screams and cries.”

you can tell some sort of silent exchange is going on with glances and nods, and then a finger is touching your other entrance.

“rafe!” you squeal, even though both his hands are still holding you apart and the finger certainly isn't his.

“shut up.” rafe growls. “you were asking for this by being a little beat. take it.”

thankfully whoever is touching you dips down to gather some of your wetness on his finger before attempting to push in.

rafe smirks as he's able to sink inside, pumping slowly but rafe doesn't care enough to correct him as his friend surely imagines its his cock instead, probably using this mental image to jerk off later.

“i- rafe.” you cry out, your hand moving to tap his thigh before squeezing it as your cunt flutters, the intrusion of both holes being filled causing your high to quickly build.

“hold it in, slut.” rafe says. “besides, my other friend here hasn't gotten to touch you yet.”

barry clearly isn't giving up your pussy any time soon, so you hear the groan of disappointment as the finger leaves your ass only to be quickly replaced by one that is clearly less experienced.

you don't even bother to let out a cry in complaint, kind of enjoying the erratic thrusting compared to barrys even yet hard and deep strokes.

your hand grips onto rafes jeans, especially as barry pulls out only to dip briefly down to your clit and then back inside.

“making it hard for her.” barry says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“good.” rafe gives your ass a spanking, letting your cheeks go to continue swatting against your ass. “this is a punishment.”

rafe leans over you again. “have you learned your lesson or are you still being a brat?”

you tilt your head to the side, pressing it into the wet patch you soaked with your drool.

“ill be good.” you tell rafe. “promise.”

“you better be.” rafe leans in to give you a sloppy kiss, loving the way you can't hold back your moans even as his lips are against yours.

rafe sits up quickly, suddenly feeling possessive as he shoves his friends away. “fuck off.”

rafe fingers enter your pussy, pumping in such familiarity that you don't even need him to touch your clit before you cry out, high breeching suddenly from having your boyfriend being the one filling your cunt.

your entire body shakes as juices drip onto rafes lap, the squelching sound filling the room along with your moans as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“you weren't supposed to cum.” rafe says, your eyes widening when you realize he never gave you verbal permission, your high built so suddenly just from feeling him that you didn't even think about it.

“guess ill just have to take you upstairs and make sure you cum many, many times.” rafe stands up, his arms easily slotting under yours, not bothering to grab your underwear still laying on the floor.

“make sure you thank barry for fingering you so nicely.” rafe says, holding you against his chest.

“thanks, bear.” you whisper, managing to glance down and see how hard barry is in his shorts before rafe whisks you up to his bedroom.

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eiralunaire · 2 months ago

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🌹 Damian Wayne (Yandere) Headcanons

Damian falls madly in love with you (a girl with curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and a warm personality). At first, his pride prevents him from admitting it, but his obsession secretly grows... until he can no longer contain himself.

1. Silent Observation.

- Damian never shows open interest, but he's always nearby.

- He watches you train in the Batcave (if you're an ally) or follows you around Gotham Academy (if you're classmates).

- He memorizes your schedules, your likes, and even your conversations with others.

- "Tt. It's not like I care... I'm just making sure you're not a burden to others." (Lie. He cares too much about you.)

2. Extreme Jealousy.

- If someone else smiles at you, his fists clench.

- If a villain threatens you, that criminal disappears... and no one ever hears from him again.

- "That idiot Jon Kent shouldn't be anywhere near you. He's not worthy." (Jon just handed you a pencil).

3. Possessive Protection.

- He makes up excuses to "protect" you:

- "Father said I should walk you home." (Batman didn't say anything).

- "This road is dangerous. I'll go with you."(He broke the streetlights himself to justify it).

- If you get hurt, his dark side comes out: "Who was it? Tell me his name. Now."

4. Gifts... or Warnings?

- He leaves black roses in your locker (no one knows how he got into the building).

- If you mention liking a book, it appears signed by "Al Ghul" on your desk the next day.

- "Don't accept gifts from strangers. Only mine are safe."

5. Terrifying (or Romantic?) Confession.

- One day, he corners you in a dark alley (or on the roof of Wayne Manor).

- "You're mine. Always have been. I won't tolerate anyone else touching you."

- If you try to run away, he uses his assassin skills to persuade you... but he'll swear he only wants to "protect" you.

. "Affectionate" Kidnapping

- Damian waits for you in the shadows when you leave your house. Before you can react, a chloroformed cloth covers your mouth.

- You wake up in a luxurious but dead-end room (a League of Shadows hideout? A secret suite in Wayne Tower?).

- You're dressed in an elegant black silk nightgown ("Don't worry, I changed you. It was… educational.").

His Twisted Justification:

"Gotham is too dangerous for you. You'll be safe here… with me. Always with me."

. "Innocent" Touches (That Aren't)

- Damian sits next to you on the bed, "just to make sure you're okay," but his fingers run over your collarbone with sick adoration.

- If you move away, his grip tightens. "Don't run. You know there's no escape."

- He feeds you with his bare hands, murmuring in Arabic things like, "Habibi, you're too precious to let go."

Punishments for Disobedience.

- If you cry or scream, he doesn't release you... but he does silence you with a violent, toothy, possessive kiss.

- "Every tear of yours hurts me... but it won't stop me."

- If you mention another man, his expression darkens. "Do you really think I'll allow anyone else to touch you?"

A "Confession" Between Tears and Blood.

- One night, he enters the room with bloody knuckles (who knows what he did to that boy who smiled at you yesterday?).

- He kneels in front of you, wiping the blood from his hands before caressing your cheek.

- "Look at me. Only at me. Why do you insist on doing this to me? On forcing me to be... this?"

- His words are a mixture of love and guilt, but his actions are irreversible.

. Alternate Ending: Escape or Submission?

- If you try to escape: Damian uses all his assassin skills to find you. When he does, there will be no more gentleness. He drags you back, this time with shackles and promises that "you'll never see the light of day without me."

- If you give in to his obsession: His "sweet" side emerges. He pampers you, protects you, even trains you so "no one can hurt you"… but his love is suffocating. Every smile you give him drives him crazier.

"You're mine. In this life and all the ones to come."

Gotham never prepared you for this…

──────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹──────

Favorite Poses.

. "Against the Mirror"

(His favorite pose: your back pressed against his chest, while he forces you to look at your reflection)

"Look at yourself," he pants in your ear, hands on your hips, marking the bruises. "Look at yourself and tell me it's not perfect... that we're not perfect."

Each thrust pushes you harder against the glass, and you see your mouth open in a stifled moan.

"Like this... now repeat: "Only yours."

. "Astride (But with a Dagger)"

(He sits on the edge of the bed, you on top of him, but with the edge of his dagger grazing your side)

"Do you really think I'd let you control this?" he mocks, his hands guiding you with false sweetness. "Silly..."

He pulls you down onto his lap with a jerk, and you moan.

"No, don't move." I decide when, how, and…—a bite on your shoulder—…how deep.

"On Your Knees (But He's the One Between Your Legs)"

(You on the mattress, he kneels between your legs, but with your thighs on his shoulders as an offering)

"Darling…" he murmurs, worshipping every inch of your center with burning kisses. "Do you know how many nights I dreamed of this?"

When he finally enters you, it's with the reverence of a monk before his goddess.

"Scream… but not for him to stop. So the world knows who makes you feel this way."

"Hands Tied (With His Cloak)"

(You face down, wrists bound with Robin's black cloth, while he immobilizes you by the back of your neck)

"I thought about being gentle," he confesses between gasps, "but you kept challenging me..."

Each thrust drags you against the sheets, and he lowers himself to whisper:

"Say 'more,' and maybe I'll untie you... (It's a lie. He'll never let you go.)

"Oral Possession"

(You on the edge of the table, he on his knees, but with a hand on your throat dictating the rhythm)

"Habibti..." he commands, while his tongue makes you see stars. "You don't want to run away, do you?"

When you try to close your legs, his fingers dig into your thighs.

"Open them. Or I will." (And he will. Gladly.)

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #dcu #dc comics #damian wayne x reader #headcanons

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audliminal · 4 months ago

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Survivability Bias Pt 6

Masterpost - Ao3

Danny can't sleep. Not in this horrid place where the lights bleed green with old rot, and the bees in the walls that buzz in time with his vibrating heart. The murmurs behind doors bleed together, kind and angry, ferocious and sugar-sweet, and when the bees get louder so do the voices and Danny wants to run to them; he wants to hide. The pile of papers on his desk looming over him, the red lines a discordant note amidst the overpowering green. The green of blood, the green of fear. His desk lamp turns to look at him, and it burns his skin, boiling and bubbling like a live wire, and Danny is trapped in the web, frozen and stuck to the floor. Rooted in place, but no one's there, not even Sam or Tucker. He's alone. He has to do this part alone. There's only two others like him. One doesn't care and the other is a child. So Danny has to move, has to listen harder to whispers, has to know who they took this time, has to find them, has to repair the damage and escape without getting caught. Can't rely on anyone else (the only people who want to help don't deserve this, don't deserve any of this - no one else should be punished for his mistake)and the green glow stretches and builds and the walls fall away and everyone is staring at the moron who broke the world, who ruined everything with a stupid dare (why did he take the dare, he knew better than that), and it doesn't matter anymore because there's white cars and white suits, and his mother is staring in shock as the agents advance-

Danny pulls awake all at once in the pre-dawn light. His dream laughs from whatever recess of his mind it pulled itself out of, the horrid ichor of its dread cling to every aspect of him as he carefully tenses all his muscles and relaxes them again, grasping at the desperate hope that it might help get rid of the horrible way his body wants to vibrate itself to pieces. He feels like he's made of the damn bees from his dream.

Danny's careful tensing process barely helps, but at the moment he's happy to take even barely-help, so he stands up, still counting in his head and breathing as slowly as he can manage. His lungs burn with the strain of it, but the burn kind of feels good, and it definitely helps him stay rooted in the here-and-now, so he keeps doing it as he extricated himself from the night's hiding spot.

The chill of early winter is definitely starting to hit, and Danny let's himself feel just a bit smugly satisfied about the usefulness of his affinity for ice. His resistance isn't huge, and it's not exactly any more pleasant to be cold, but it's a relief to not have to worry about hypothermia that much even though he's now homeless.

Of course, how long he'll remain homeless for is decidedly in question now. Danny hadn't wanted to ask about time-frames, when Robin was already going out of his way to assist Danny at all, and when he'd offered housing assistance too, Danny had only been more reticent to ask questions.

“Now, you said you were homeless?” Robin had asked. Danny had startled back,but before he could start extemporizing, Robin had continued in the same blunt tone. “I’ll obviously be emancipating you; I would make you eighteen, but you really don’t look it, and I don’t want anyone to have a reason to scrutinize any of this, and a declaration of emancipation largely amounts to the same thing. Plus it will give you an easy way to discourage people from asking about your past, since emancipation typically implies a, shall we say, sensitive situation. That does mean that you'll be liable for your own housing though, so considering your present lack of legal standing, I would be more than happy to assist you in acquiring an apartment in your city of choice.” The matter-of-fact speech had caught Danny completely off guard, and he'd ended up staring at Robin for a long moment before Superboy’s half-hidden snickers had triggered a spat almost exactly like Sam and Tucker had always gotten into.

Even now, thinking back on the conversation after almost a week, Danny finds himself a little choked up on the homesick wash of memory. At the time, Danny had choked down the unpleasant feeling, and admitted that the help with housing would be much appreciated. Superboy had narrowed his eyes, clearly spotting something in his tone of voice (thanks to his super hearing, undoubtedly), but he had managed to distract him with a joke about not wanting to risk his home dimension’s money being seen as counterfeit, and Robin's resounding excitement over that little theoretical conundrum. In that way, he’d managed to end the encounter with some actual legitimate cash in exchange for his interdimensional stuff, which was turning out to be an exceptional boon, all by itself.

Of course, that exchange had come with its own revelation — the fact that heroes here had reason to carry cash on them was, perhaps, the most reassuring thing he’d seen so far. Phantom certainly hadn't ever been able to hang around long enough to have a shot at spending any money. It makes him wonder if they're getting paid for their work as heroes, and if so, who's doing the paying. Probably, it's a question worth looking into. Any payments coming from the government ought to have a paper trail of some sort, and Sam would say that sort of detail would say a lot about the whole dynamic.

For now, though, Danny finds himself walking briskly through the shadowy early morning streets, fighting against a wash of melancholy. Robin's cash weighs heavy in his pocket – he's been using it as sparsely as he can, since he doesn't know how long the hundred-or-so dollars need to last. Luckily, the nearby grocery store has a good collection of cheap and easy pre-made foods. For the last six days straight, Danny's been able to have a breakfast of two hard boiled eggs, and he currently has the supplies for pb&j sandwiches in his backpack. He anxiously checks his pocket to make sure Robin's burner phone is still there, but he doesn't bother pulling it out - he has no intention of using it unless he has a real emergency, no matter what the other teen had implied.

It's still not late enough for the library to be open, by the time he's acquired and eaten his breakfast eggs, so instead he heads for the park, with a thought to shake off the remaining thrum of anxious energy from his dream. He's already flinched at two different cars as they drove past him, so he definitely could use the distraction, and the running has, regrettably, repeatedly proved itself good at calming down Danny's running thoughts. Danny mentally snorts at the thought; an image of his body chasing down his own mind, tackling it and wrestling it into submission. That's certainly one way to deal with his anticipation for a fight.

Danny makes it three laps before he decides to stop, carefully taking the time to stretch out his legs and properly cool down. It's late enough by now that there's a handful of other people scattered in the park, two of which are on similar morning jogs. A couple of them even offer him a smile and nod as they pass each other. He doesn't know a single one of their names, but he's seen most of them around before, and as he finishes his cool down lap and heads off, he realizes that they probably recognize him too.

It's late enough now that he can head to the library, though when he gets there, he discovers that the computers are all in use, so instead he heads for the aisles of books.

He wanders through the rows, not really looking for anything in particular. Danny's happy enough to admit that he's never been much of a reader; language arts had always been his worst class. Even before the portal had been finished, he'd had a tendency to frustrate his English teachers by completely missing whatever symbolism they expected him to find, and the problem had only gotten worse once he'd half-died. With all the myriad problems the portal had created, Danny had all but stopped turning in any of his homework, and he'd not picked up even a single one of the assigned books.

At a certain point, it had actually become a bet between him and Sam and Tucker. He would come up with the most ridiculous possible answers whenever Lancer made the mistake of calling on him, and if he finally managed to get the man to break and swear for real, his friends would have to pay for his Nasty Burger for the rest of the year.

That was before things got really bad. The GIW had still been a mostly incompetent nuisance, and his parents had yet to join forces with them. Of course the ghost fights were annoying, but they'd also been kind of fun, and the trio had been so caught up in the fantasy of being the heroes that they hadn't thought about things like collateral damage or serious injury. It wasn't until Tucker and Sam were stitching up gaping wounds while the populace called for Phantom’s head that they really realized how serious things had gotten.

Danny stares down at the copy of Lord of the Flies that he'd pulled out of shelves. This was the book they'd been reading when he'd first had his accident with the portal. He remembers it clearly because afterwards he'd kept dropping the book and Sam and Tucker had ended up taking turns reading it to him. They'd gotten into several arguments over the meaning of the book. But by the end, both had agreed that the characters of the book were losers. Anyone reasonable wouldn't waste time with petty problems in a life or death situation. Now, Danny's not sure if the three of them just underestimated what's reasonable, or if everyone was just that unreasonable. Probably, it's more complicated than that, but as Danny stares at the book, he can't help but feel furious that a trio of fourteen-year-old losers managed to be more compassionate and forward-thinking than an entire town of adults. Danny wonders if any of the books he hadn't read would offer an explanation of their behavior.

Danny's pocket buzzes and for a moment all he can think about is the bees in the walls of his dream, buzzing louder and louder and louder- then, behind him a chair scratches against carpet as someone stands up. Danny's in the library, and the buzzing in his pocket is the burner phone that Robin had passed him along with the cash. He pulls it out, fumbles for a moment with it, and then stares at the text message on the screen.

Marla's Diner, noon. Wear your mask.

The message is short and to the point, which Danny supposes he should have expected. It hasn't even been a week yet, so Danny can't imagine Robin has his identity ready yet – he's got to have loads of other, more important work, after all. That doesn't mean he has any intention of arguing though, so he types out a little saluting emoticon, and then shoves the book back in the shelves. If he's gonna be meeting with Robin, he needs to not spend his morning having a crisis, thank you very much. So instead he hunts down the young adult section to see if he recognizes any of the series they have here.

Danny finds Marla’s Diner around 11:30, and once he’s spotted it, he finds a place to transform. He doesn’t want to be late, but being in his ghost form still makes him feel like he’s about to get jumped, so he sits on the roof of the building, holding his invisibility, until he sees Superboy flying over and dropping Robin off.

Robin murmurs quietly to Superboy as he’s set down, and Danny strains to hear them without moving at all. “...right to privacy.” Is all he catches before Superboy nods and straightens into a goofy salute.

“Tell him I said hi,” Superboy says. “And just text me whenever you want me to pick you up!” Robin agrees and heads into the diner,while Superboy flies off again. Danny stays frozen until he’s sure the other boy is fully gone, wondering what exactly a day in the life of one these heroes really involves.

When he and his friends weren’t dealing with a ghost attack, or some other crisis they were always more focused on school and having fun, but now with so much time to reflect, and a clear vision of what actual organized heroes look like, he catches himself wondering if things wouldn’t have turned out so bad if they had spent more of their time working on the problem where there wasn’t an imminent threat. Not that he has any clue what that work should have looked like, but maybe if they’d been more focused, Danny wouldn’t have had to flee.

Of course, Jazz would tell him to focus on what’s in front of him, rather than past decisions he can’t change. And right now, he has a meeting to get to. So Danny drops his invisibility and floats down to the ground, trying to look as unthreatening as possible as he enters the diner. The last thing he wants is to get mistaken for a rogue, after all. The hostess turns to greet him and freezes, and Danny flinches, frantically debating whether it’s worth upsetting Robin by bolting.

“Oh!” The hostess says after a moment, pulling Danny’s focus back. “Well, that explains Robin's presence here, doesn't it!” Her tone is bright. She doesn’t sound upset or scared, and when Danny risks glancing at her expression, she’s actually smiling.

“Uh-” Danny blinks. What was he going to say? Why exactly was he here, again?

“Our local hero, already catching the notice of the big leagues! I should be glad, really. You certainly look far too young to be doing the hero thing all on your lonesome.” Her grin dims a little, but before Danny can respond, she brightens again and continues. “Well, your pal is down at the end, hun. Last booth, nice and out of the way, for all your Very Important Discussions.” With a wave she gestures to a booth where Robin is seated, watching the entire interaction with a blank expression. Danny fights down another flinch, and instead forces himself to start walking over to slide into the booth across from him.

“Uh, hey.” Danny says, grasping at the string of his hoodie the second he’s seated. There’s a menu sitting on the table in front of him, and one in front of Robin as a well, so he probably intends for them to have lunch while they’re here, which probably means this is a friendly conversation. At the very least it’s not openly hostile, which officially makes it better than any meal he’d been forced to have with Vlad.

“Well,” Robin begins. “You certainly have a rapport with the locals already. I wasn't aware this region had significant issues.” Danny blinks over at him. He hadn’t even processed the waitress calling him the local hero, he’d been so focused on not causing a scene. And of course, now Robin thinks he was lying in their previous conversation, and- oh god, is that what this meeting is about? Did Robin become suspicious of him since their last conversation. What if this is a trap? Robin’s just staring at him and Danny hasn’t even responded to the clearly implied question yet.

“I’m not-” Danny starts. “Hero is really an exaggeration. There was a train crash about a month ago and it was- bad. I couldn’t just not help the firefighters.”

“Hmmm,” Robin responds, tilting his head slightly and watching Danny fidget for a long moment.

“That doesn’t cause problems for you, does it? I wasn’t trying to step on any toe, I promise! I just- didn’t want people to die, if I could help it.”

“You did nothing wrong,” Robin says suddenly, his tone turning deadly serious. “Nobody is ever wrong for wanting to help, and I read about that crash in the news. You worked with the firefighters and listened to their instructions without question. You provided clear and honest estimates of capabilities and didn’t cause any damage by overestimating or harming yourself in the process. Frankly, that incident is an exemplary show of everything the Justice League strives to do. I know fully trained members who would struggle to perform so perfectly in that kind of circumstance.”

“Oh, wow. Um, thanks?” Danny mumbles, a thrill of pride coursing through him, not unlike he’d felt in the initial aftermath of the crash. Maybe he shouldn’t feel so good about something that was such a terrible tragedy, but it’s just so nice to be told you did a good job.. “I mean, obviously it was freaking terrible, you know? And I’m sure they would have saved loads of those people without me, but-”

“In a disaster like that, everyone’s efforts count towards something,” Robin cuts him off. “It’s not about whether you single handedly changed the outcome, it’s the fact that you made the decision to lend a helping hand in a scary and dangerous situation.”

“Right,” Danny says. Somehow this conversation has become very serious, and Robin’s not talking like he’s in trouble, but he can’t imagine any other reason for this meeting. “Um, is that what you wanted to see me about? The train crash?” Robin stares at him for a moment, before relaxing his posture a little.

“No. I had a few questions regarding your identity. But we should order first. I want you to take your time to consider your decisions.

“Oh, um.” Danny glances down at the menu. He’d been kind of hoping to get away with not ordering anything, but he really doesn’t want to tell Robin no. Luckily the food seems pretty similar to what they’d have at a diner back home. “I’ll probably just have a sandwich? Whatever’s simplest.” The list of sandwiches is about half diner specialties, but there’s also a turkey club and a BLT listed, though the latter includes a fourth letter A, so Danny’s not entirely positive it’s the same thing. He struggles a bit with reading the description, but manages to confirm that it is his kind of BLT, just with the inclusion of avocado.

“If that’s what you want,” Robin says, and at Danny’s nod, he turns to signal the waiter, his demeanor shifts as he does so, and Danny watches with wide eyes as he smiles and thanks the server in a perfect presentation of manners. It would remind him of Vlad, how he drops so suddenly into a charming manner, but it's so completely devoid of malice, that instead it just comes off as someone incredibly gracious who is here on serious business. Then the waitress is gone again, and Robin's undivided attention returns to Danny.

“Do you want to go to school?” Danny blinks, and struggles to reorient himself to the new topic. School has certainly never been a choice in his life before, so the question feels just a little like a trap.

“Is truancy not a thing, here?” Danny asks.

“I mean, under normal conditions yes, but we’re sort of dealing with a lot of exceptions that the standard laws don’t really cover here. So it’s mostly up to us, how we handle your education. I considered just listing you as having your GED, but I wanted to give you the opportunity to have input into the matter. After all, school could help you adjust to the cultural variances, and if you have any intentions of going to college, a GED can complicate the process. Not that you couldn’t just attend a community college first, but you did say you were sixteen, so we could also set you up to finish off high school properly. It wouldn’t be too hard to list you as previously homeschooled to explain away your missing educational history.”

“Huh.”

“Of course, if we listed you as having your GED, you could just head directly into community college, so in some ways that would get you through college faster, but it would also place more pressure on you, and you’re already having to adjust to plenty of societal differences.”

Danny sits for a moment, thinking about it. Getting a say in how he handles school is wild, but what’s even more wild is the slow realization that he actually kind of wants to go back to it. Danny had hated high school so far, but really most of that could be attributed to a combination of bullies and the absolute hell that was trying to complete school work while secretly being a ghost.

Robin stays quiet, letting Danny mull the question over, as he starts typing on his fancy wrist computer. Danny’s very intrigued by the piece of tech. He hadn’t seen enough room for a full keyboard, but the way he’s typing seems too fluid to be using the multitap T9 system that Danny’s familiar with. He watches Robin for a moment, thinking about his parents’ own inventions and how he’d always been kind of intrigued by them, even when he thought their whole ghost obsession was nonsense. Danny had always hated his lit classes; had never gotten the hang of analysis, but he’d found science fascinating, and even if he’d had a habit of making a lot of dumb mistakes in math class, he’d liked the logic of it well enough.

It’s kind of fascinating coming to the realization that he actually likes learning, as he sits at a diner in another dimension. Before the portal incident the part of school that he’d really hated had been the social bullshit, not the actual classes. And the idea of getting a fresh start, where nobody already hates him, and he can get whatever grades he wants without worrying about getting in trouble with his parents is practically intoxicating.

“I mean,” Danny says, after their food’s been delivered. “I feel like I might as well try doing school for real? I could always test out if I wanted to and it would be kind of nice to get like a year and a half of a normal high school experience, you know?” Robin watches him for a moment after he finishes talking, and then nods.

“Entirely understandable. Would you prefer a physical school, or do you want to do classes online?”

“Um, I didn't even know that was an option.”

“It's not exactly standard, but it exists as an alternative just like homeschooling. Generally speaking online classes offer more flexibility, at the cost of requiring more self-sufficiency. Some private schools even offer online options that partner with colleges.”

“Huh. That sounds really cool? I don't know if I'd be good at it though.”

“If you want, you could try it out, and if you find yourself struggling, I can help you switch to a physical school.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.”

#dpxdc #dp x dc #the one where danny stumbles into a new universe and immediately guns for nasa #aka the one in which i redefine the meaning of immediately lmao #with every new finished chapter this story just gets longer someone help me

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in-kaeya-we-thrust · 6 months ago

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Hate or Love?

tags/warnings: iruma x gn!reader, evil cycle iruma-kun, royal one arc, demon reader, haters to lovers

Sypnosis: Iruma was focused on obtaining Royal One when a certain demon caught his attention. Now, he has two goals: (1) get royal one, (2) get Y/N.

Requested by @saelvrr

evil cycle iruma collection: purple iruma, breathless

It's your break time and you're chatting with your friend, Saeko, as you walk. Saeko bubbly skipped through the halls with a bright smile. Your heart swelled at the sight. When you first met her, she was timid and shy, being the introvert she is. She was the same when you first asked her to eat with you at lunch, barely speaking a word. Now that you've become close, she became more confident and started talking and smiling more. You swore to Delkira that you'll destroy any demon who'll take that precious smile away.

"Ah!"

"How dare you disrespect Iruma-sama!!"

You blinked twice, making sure your eyesight isn't going bad. What... just happened? Just earlier you were just having a peaceful walk. But now, your friend's now on the ground with Asmodeus Alice glaring at her, hand covered in flames.

You quickly helped your friend to stand up and hid her behind you, facing the Dalet-ranked student in front. You feel your mana building up in your veins from rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"She disrespected Iruma-sama! And I didn't even do anything, she fell on her own." he explained.

"Of course she'll be afraid! You're threatening her with fire." you said in gritted teeth.

Getting pissed, you extinguished his magic using your own. Just like how Asmodeus can summon flames using his mana, you can manipulate water or any liquid and use them to your favor. Thus, your bloodline magic is a bad match for his. Asmodeus was surprised by this. Aside from Iruma, you were the second demon that dared to oppose him.

He activated his flames again but this time, you summoned a huge water blob and dropped it directly on top of him, drenching the said student. Of course, he was pissed by this. He tried summoning his flames again but to his surprise, his magic didn't activate.

"That's what you get for playing with fire." You smirked at the confusion plastered on the high ranking demon's face. How's that for you? Asmodeus was about to speak again when Iruma came to the front, cutting him off.

"Now, now, let's calm down, shall we?" Asmodeus automatically stepped back, making way for his so-called 'Iruma-sama.' Your brows raised at the sight of him. So the rumors about him undergoing his evil cycle were true.

"Why don't you say that to your friend?" you responded.

Iruma looked back to Asmodeus in drenched uniform and stifled a laugh. "I think he's had enough punishment for today." Asmodeus flushed at the teasing of his master. Then, he turned to you again. No, he's looking at something else, something behind you. "There might be some misunderstanding going on here. Can your friend explain what happened?" he smiled, though you doubt it was genuine.

Saeko squeeked and just hid herself more behind you, being the shy person she is. You let out a breath and softly tapped her behind you, urging her to talk. "I-I just wanted to ask you them step aside. They were all in the way. Then Asmodeus-san thought I was being rude and put up a flame to protect Iruma."

"You hear that?" you asked Iruma in an annoyed voice. Surprisingly, he nodded and told the abnormal class to step aside, paving a way for the two of you. You heard a couple of whispers in the halls, not only from the abnormal class, but also from the other demons watching the commotion.

You crossed your arms and approached Asmodeus for one last time. You clenched his collar and pulled him down, levelling your gaze. "Hurt my friend again and I'll make sure you'll never make a single spark again."

With that, you let him go and pulled your friend away from the misfits. The two of you walked pass the whole abnormal class and other demons, not minding their stares.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes followed your silhouette until you disapepared from the hallway. Iruma was star strucked. It's not a first for him to witness a demon to assert their dominance in a duel but it's a first for him to be this interested with someone.

"Azz-azz, here's a giant tissue!"

"Stupid Valac, no!"

Iruma looked back to see the chaos between his two friends. Asmodeus is now lying on the ground covered with a pile of huge tissues. He laughed, and with a snap of his fingers, the tissues disappeared. He helped his friend up but was shocked to see that his uniforms were still wet, even though all the tissues have already absorbed THAT much water. Just what spell did you throw at him?

"Are you okay, Alice?" Iruma asked out of concern.

"Y-Yes, Iruma-sama. Thank you for your concern. Also, I deeply applogize for disgracing your name like that earlier." Alice bowed, face flushed.

"It's okay. If you're really sorry... then do me a favor." Iruma's lips turned into a playful smirk.

"As you wish, Iruma-sama! Anything!"

"Find out everything about that demon."

The next day came and you wished that you'll never cross paths with the abnormal class ever again, but that seems impossible considering how they're scattered throughout the school grounds, collecting letters of approval. They did make an impossible deal with Kalego-sensei afterall, according to the rumors. Despite that, you were NOT expecting to see Iruma to be standing in front of your classroom's door.

What the hell is he doing here?!

He was leaning by the door frame with hands in his pockets. Your classmates, especially the girls, were gushing all over him. Funny how they didn't pay him any attention when he was all fluffy and cute. Not that you found him cute before his evil cycle. Since he was surrounded by students, you took the chance to sneak into your room, hoping he wouldn't see you.

"Y/N," You flinched at the mention of your name, making you stop on your tracks. You heard footsteps approaching your direction.

You let out a deep sigh before facing the demon. "What do you want?"

He smiled, eyes squinting from the action, and took one hand out of his pocket to give you a little wave. "Good morning,"

"That's it?" you gave him a doubtful look.

"Yep, that's it. I hope you enjoy your day, Y/N-san." With that, he left.

Okay, weirdo.

You just shrugged and proceeded to take your seat. A few of your classmates approached you, curious at the interaction. "Oh, I didn't know you're acquainted with Iruma-kun, Y/N-san!!"

"I'm not." you answered dryly.

Now that you've mentioned it... did you ever tell him your name? You recollected your memories of yesterday's incident and you never announced your name in front of the abnormal class. So, how? Oh, Delkira, please don't tell me I'm on the abnormal class' naughty list.

You heard from your classmates that the misfits are working their asses off for the acquisition of Royal One. For sure, Iruma won't have any time to mess with you anymore, right?

Lunch time came and you just sat down on an empty table in the cafeteria with when three demons decided to join you. Saeko looked pale at the sight of the famous Babylys trio.

"Hi, Y/N-chi! Let's eat lunch together, yayy!!" Valac said in enthusiasm.

"Saeko, let's go," Without hestitation, you grabbed your friend's hand. You were just about to stand and escape when you felt a hand on your shoulder along with the soft whisper of fractal. Your body suddenly felt heavy, grounding you to your seat.

"It's rude to leave the table in the middle of a meal." Iruma sat down beside you.

"Iruma," you glared at him.

Is he really torturing you for making his friend wet himself?!

You were shocked at the sight of his spacious plate. The Iruma you know has a large appetite. "I guess your evil cycle did really change you, huh?"

"Oh, this? This is just an appetizer." He chuckled. In a snap of his fingers, dozens of dishes flooded your table with the courtesy of the canteen staff.

"Ha! That's what you get for underestimating Iruma-sama." Asmodeus gleamed as he praised his friend.

You created another blob of water and made it float on top of his head, a few water drops threatening to fall. Asmodeus gulped as he stared on the water on top of his head. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your expensive clothes dry."

Asmodeus 'tsked' snd silently continued his meal. The whole table was silent for a few moments, not until you heard Iruma mutter something under his breath. "So you we're watching me from back then, huh?"

"Please, with the commotion you're making everyday, it's hard to not watch you." you said nonchalantly.

Suddenly, Iruma's phone rang. In fact, he looked annoyed when he answered the call. Must be about Royal One. He quickly finished the remaining food on the table afterwards. You don't know why but Iruma didn't look like he wanted to leave.

"Awww, you're leaving already?" you pouted, voice laced with sarcasm.

Iruma-kun looked amused at your pouting face. "Don't worry, you'll be seeing more of me in the next few days." he smirked and patted your shoulder.

Iruma was about to walk away when you grabbed his wrist, making him look back. He gave you an amused yet curious look. "What is it, princess? Miss me already?"

You grimaced at the pet name. "At least undo your fractal spell before leaving, you bastard."

"Oh? I already lifted the spell from the moment we started eating. Dining with me was on your own volition." he smirked. "Now will you excuse me, my classmates need me." Iruma gently removed your hand from his wrist and gave it a little squeeze.

"Bye-bye, Y/N-chi!!"

Your hands shook in anger, making you break your chopsticks in half. You felt Saeko tap your shoulder, consoling you.

In the afternoon, you came across with some of the abnormal class: Lied, Elizabetta, and Jazz. You quickened your pace at the sight of the said demons.

"Oh! Isn't that Y/N-san! Hi!!" Lied shouted.

You sighed, faced them, and accepted your fate. "Hi, if you're going to make me suffer, can you do it after I bring these papers to Balam-sensei?" you requested in a tired voice.

"Huh, why would we do that?" Jazz asked. The three misfits looked at you with surprised looks on their faces.

"Don't y'all hate me for picking on your friend like that?"

The three of them quickly shook their head.

"Hate is a big word, don't you know?" Elizabetta said.

"Besides, you did that because you we're just looking out for your friend right? You didn't do anything wrong." Lied added.

You let out a sigh of relief at their words. So they don't hate you. Thank Delkira. "I hope the same goes for Iruma." you muttered under breath.

Unfortunately, Jazz heard that. "Iruma-kun doesn't hate you though?"

"Huh? But he has been bugging me since this morning and ugh he's definitely doing it on purpose." you grunted.

"That Iruma... it's one demon after another..." Lied clenched his fists and whispered something you didn't hear.

"Haven't you consider that maybe he's just flirting with you?" Elizabetta asked.

"..."

"W-What?!" Your face turned red as a tomato.

You and the misfits separated ways since they still have a lot of things on their plate and you still have to deliver the papers to the faculty room. Balam sensei even asked if you're feeling well due to your flushed face. You're definitely not feeling well. There was no way... right? You recalled the things he did today. He greeted you good morning, ate with you at lunch, and even gave you a bouquet of Salamander flowers which almost burned your hair down.

So, he wasn't mad at you...? You don't know if you're relieved or more stressed after knowing that.

You were walking down the halls when you heard noise from the student council's room, the door slightly open. Being the curious demon you are, you decided to take a peak.

"So, won't you help me, Ameri!"

Your mouth hung open at the sight of Iruma-kun enclosing the student council president on a wall. Their faces were so close with each other, it almost looked like they were kissing. You don't know why but you felt a weird feeling inside you. You kinda wished you didn't look.

The next day came and Iruma didn't visit your classroom in the morning. Okay, that was good, you guess. Finally, he's done pestering you. Maybe he and Ameri-san finally got together?

"Y/N-chan, are you okay?" Saeko looked at you with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you answered in a low tone.

"Are you sad that you didn't see Iruma-kun this morning?"

"W-What?! Why would you think that??" you whisper-shouted.

"I don't know, didn't you have a crush on Iruma-kun?" Saeko pointed out with a small smile.

"I do?" you pointed at yourself.

"You always had a smile on your face everytime you read the school's paper with Iruma at the front page."

Oh.

OH.

"I have a crush on Iruma???" you asked, realization kicking in. Then, you suddenly regained your senses and pretended to be stern. "With his current attitude, I don't think I do." You crossed your arms.

"Okay, if you say so,"

After your class with Suzi-sensei, she asked if you could help her in gardening. Of course, you agreed and followed her to Babylys' green house. You figured that reconnecting with nature help you soothe your stress about Iruma.

or maybe not.

When you arrived, Agares and Gaap were already there, and of course, their leader had to be there with them.

Iruma was just about to leave when he suddenly caught a sight of you walking towards the garden with Suzi-sensei. It looks like you still haven't realized that he was also there. He hadn't seen you since yesterday and seeing you right now made him think that maybe God was doing him a favor (if God's powers extend upto the Netherworld). He immediately picked the prettiest flower from the garden and hid it behind his back.

"Oh, isn't it the most esteemed 'Y/N-san'." To be honest, Iruma feels nervous every time he talks to you. He wouldn't be able to do this if he was his usual self.

Now to back to your point of view, your face remained blank, trying to put up a facade. You didn't know what to react after finding out that you had a crush on him and after seeing that... You automatically rolled your eyes upon remembering the scene. How cliche.

"Don't you have better things to do? Like you know, collecting letters of approval apart from the teaching staff?" you said in a playful tone.

"Other than the teaching staff...?" he asked, as if he was surprised.

Your brows raised. "Duh? The faculty is not only composed of the teaching staff. Even janitors are faculty members." you stated the obvious. But to them, it looked like they just found out about this fact. Iruma grunted and pinched his nose bridge, looking a little stressed.

"Yeah, you're right. Looks like I still have a lot to do." Iruma sighed. He said something to Agares and Gaap before walking towards you. Suddenly, he pulled out a flower from his back and placed it behind your ear. You were about to complain when he spoke again. "Don't worry, this won't ruin your hair."

You were stunned. You felt like everything around you stopped at that very moment. Your felt your heart race as you inhale his unique perfume with Iruma heing that close to you. When he was done, you immediately looked away, as if that would hide your flushed face.

Before you know it, you muttered words that surprised even yourself. "Did you also do this with the president?"

He didn't respond for a few seconds. You wish you could see his expression though. Is he shocked? Does he look guilty? Is he smirking? But you were so flustered that you can't even look at him right now. Suddenly, he placed his hand on top of your head.

"I'm only like this with you, Y/N."

With that, he walked away, leaving you in the garden. You exhaled and burried your face in your hands. You swore you were on the about to explode earlier. You have the ability to control water and yet you feel your heart on fire.

"Y/N-san! Can you please help with softening the soil?"

"Coming!!"

You didn't hear from Iruma the whole day. You assumed the abnormal class' efforts doubled after finding out that they need approval letters from the EVERY staff of Babylys. The third day came, marking the deadline of their deal with Kalego-sensei.

"Y/N! Let's go to the faculty room!" Your friend Saeko happily skipped towards your seat.

"Huh? We have classes, Saeko."

"We can always skip them??" she gave you a sheepish smile.

You let out a fake gasp. You even covered your mouth for more drama. "Saeko! I didn't know you were a delinquent?"

"Oh, come on! This is the first time we're actually going to break the school rules! Besides, it's for Iruma so it's worth it!" Saeko grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from your seat.

You rolled your eyes and just smiled while you two ran to the faculty room. As expected, a group of students gathered in front of the room. You joined them, hoping to eavesdrop from the conversation inside. It was quiet, you can barely hear a single word from their conversation. Then suddenly, victorious shouts were heard from inside, indicating the abnormal class' success.

You couldn't help but smile. Good job, Iruma-kun.

The next day came and rumors greeted you as you enter the school gates.

"I heard Iruma's back to normal!!"

"Valac and Asmodeus look so cute clinging to Iruma like that!!"

Iruma's back to his cute self again. You felt relieved but also sad at the same time. Guess your interactions with Iruma now comes to an end, huh? You hate to admit it but, you were happy that you were able to hang out (if you can even call it that) with Iruma in the past few days. But the thought that his actions were only driven by his evil cycle haunts you.

However, to your surprise, you found Iruma, the cute, fluffy, ball of sunshine Iruma-kun, standing outside your room. When he finally saw you, his cheeks turned pink. "Y-Y-Y/N-san, Goob morbning!" he was stuttering as hell.

His nervousness somehow transmitted to you, making you feel shy around him. You gave him a nod and greeted him back. "Good morning, Iruma-san... What are you doing here?"

Iruma fidgeted with his fingers, and looked away from your gaze. Then, he took a deep breath and looked back, straight into your eyes.

"Can we talk?"

You and Iruma found yourselves under a random tree. It was quiet, cherry blossoms from the plant he made a few months ago falling down on the background. There was a moment of silence before Iruma finally took the courage to talk. "I'm sorry for what I did in the past few days!!"

You were torn between laughing and feeling sorry for him when you found him kneeling with his forehead on the ground. He looked like a cute, helpless puppy. You bent down and lightly patted his head, making him flinch a little. "It's okay. You were in your evil cycle afterall. It's not like you're in control of your own actions during that time." you reassured him.

Iruma-kun slowly looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. Then, he stood up and composed himself. He took another deep breath and bowed again.

"I already told you, it's okay. No need to-" you paused. Since when did he have flowers in his hands?

"I want to properly ask you this time. Y/N-san, will you please go out with me?"

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romanoffsbish · 1 year ago

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Home Training

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

Wanda tries to tell you what to do after a long day of work, so you put her in her place | WC: 1,722

18+ | Minors DNI

Wanda was panting, the way she always did when you had her ready to tip over the edge. This time though there was an underlying tension, and that was because instead of fucking her senseless you simply observed.

The brunette was needy and borderline aggressive with her words when you got home from work, exhausted.

"You left me a mess this morning, so fix it mommy!"

——

Truthfully, she should be thankful you hadn't tossed her across the bed and made her cheeks bright red.

No, instead you told her to use her own fingers and as good as they were, something you knew intimately, it was just never the same for her after finding yours.

Her attraction to you actually stemmed from watching you play a game of table tennis with Natasha, the way you gripped the paddle and curled and uncurled your fingers in brief moments of rest unlocked her desire.

Now the woman loved you more than life itself, but in this moment she likened you to the devil herself with the way you left her to build an orgasm up all alone.

"Mommy please," she cried—on the edge of something miraculous, but then you crushed her hopes. "Stop."

"Wh-what?" Wanda kept going, her slick fingers defiant in their race to send her crashing into bliss.

You tutted, "careful now baby, or I won't be nice."

Wanda whined but did as you said, bringing her fingers to a standstill as you slowly approached the bed, your left hand fell to her knee to push her legs out even wider, her other leg having naturally followed.

"I knew my good girl was in there somewhere," you teased the woman who merely mewled as she felt her walls flutter in desperation around her stilled fingers. "Now take your fingers out for mommy; don't pout."

Wanda, reluctantly, removed her fingers and went to lay them against her tensed stomach but you caught her wrist and seamlessly slipped the delicacy into your mouth as your own fingers replaced hers in an instant.

"Oh."

It was too much for her, to feel you ruthlessly jab into her g-spot after every slow, calculated thrust all while you tenderly licked her own fingers clean; she came.

While your eyes darkened hers widened in fear, it was a rookie mistake to forget to ask you, but it was like you were jonesing for her to make another one. There was a domineering glint in your eyes to confirm that.

You released her fingers with a pop, and sneered, "It looks like someone forgot her house training, hm?"

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, her hands reaching out to try and pull you in for a kiss meant to distract, but unlike her you weren't prone to bouts of irrationality.

"No matter," you decided, voice too calm for her to believe you would let this go, you never did before. "You'll ride mommy's face until you're collapsing."

There it was... Wanda's favorite worst nightmare.

"Help mommy undress," you commanded, uncaring that she was still coming down from her high and likely preparing to beg you for another punishment. One that didn't require her to once again, do most of the work.

Her favorite punishment, as she was indeed a masochist, was for you to fuck her well into the double digits. To leave her pussy numbed, raw and red. Those nights are usually because some idiot hits on her and instead of leaning into the well known knowledge that Wanda would never leave you, you let the jealousy win.

If only that were the case of tonight's events...

After a moment of recollecting herself Wanda was perched up on her knees, shakily as she adjusted to being upright in her current hazed state. Just as soon as she got your suit jacket off you laid your hands on her hips to stabilize her, above all else you cared deeply for your girlfriend's safety. No accidental bruises would ever mar her incredibly soft, sun-kissed skin, only the freckles that reflected a day spent by the pool and your calculated imprints as you yanked her into a kiss.

It was just as she finished unbuttoning your polo, it had slipped off your shoulders and hung off your back as you chose to break the momentum. Or at least you tried to, you were sloppy and rather rough but she still managed to unzip your pencil skirt and push it down.

In a natural fashion she leaned into the affection, and it was then that you abruptly ended the lip lock. A soft whine of protest begged to leave her throat but you watched the muscle bob as she swiftly swallowed it.

"Get your clamps," you mumbled against her cheek with a smirk as she froze. "The one with the chain."

Wanda obediently entered your walk in closet to collect the toy you'd requested, along with the bullet vibe as you called in after her as you were lying down to wait.

There was a subtle shake in her legs that you caught as she nervously approached, her knees pressed to the end of the mattress and in seconds she was straddling your thighs, waiting patiently for your next command.

Wordlessly you kneaded her perky breasts, giving her that warm, comforting touch she craved before you let the cold metal snap around her sensitive nipples. As a stability test you yanked on the chain and chuckled as she moaned, her hot breath fanning over your face.

"Don't play games now baby," you warned her, the octave drop in your tone made her squirm in need. "Mommy knows your limits, so don't try to fake it."

Wanda nodded dumbly, her easy submission was something you found endearing. So naturally, you pecked her lips gently before going back to stern.

There was no point in delaying the inevitable, so the woman shimmied the rest of her way up your body until you were in control of the pace. You gripped her by the hips and situated her body so that her cunt hovered directly over your mouth, then you pulled her down and slid your hands down to hold her thighs.

In moments like these you knew Wanda worried that she would suffocate you with her chubby thighs, but you never shared in her concern. Not only were you once a competitive swimmer, so you were trained to hold your breath, but you didn't mind the challenge.

If the choice was between breathing and munching you would always pick the latter as it brought you more joy.

The more she moaned, your name leaving her lips like a saccharine prayer, the less you needed to breathe. There was no scientific explanation, but all you knew was Wanda was a temptation you'd always give in to.

It was like you had extra oxygen reserved for the moments where you'd bury yourself in her for minutes on end. Nothing but the slurping of your mouth could be heard, not even tiny gasps of air from either of you.

"I-I'm close," she pointlessly whispered, it was clear as you found it near impossible to move your tongue in and out of her constricting hole, if not for her slick that was so abundant it dripped down onto your chest you would never have been able to finish her off so fast.

Wanda's body slumped forward, face smushed into the headboard as she tried to breathe through her orgasm. Which was damn near impossible as you forced her body back upright and growled against her sensitivity, "Don't start misbehaving now honey, ride my face!"

This time your hands on her hip were merely there to keep her upright, no longer did you guide her body. Wanda whined in various ways, most pleasurable but a handful were in protest to your cruel expectations.

Keeping her hips in sync with your vivacious tongue was no easy feat and she was already tired as it was. There was no end to the torture either as you made her cum three more times, alternating between using your mouth to stimulate her clit and the powerful vibrator.

"N-no more," Wanda cried, "mommy please, 'm sorry."

"One more," you refused to relent, knowing she was so close to falling apart in the way you admired the most.

Wanda cried but obeyed, shakily rocking her body and letting you know with her pornographic moans that the pleasure well outweighed the suffering she proclaimed with her pleaded protests for reprieve. Truthfully, she hated having to do all of the work, so for the last few seconds before her release you guided her by the hips and yanked on the forgotten about nipple clamps.

The brunette completed her task as she crumbled into the headboard a panting mess, and she remained just like that for several moments before you bit her thigh. A reminder to let you breathe, worried green eyes gazed down as she shimmied back and you shook your head with a gentle smile and adoring eyes. "Kisses?"

Wanda beamed at the offer and immediately laid her body atop of yours and kissed you passionately. A filthy feeling overcame her as she tasted her arousal and you felt her excitement with the way her tongue traced over your lips and even briefly dipped down onto your chin.

Several minutes passed as you were lost in the softer intimacy until you felt her chest shake against yours. You rolled your eyes behind your lids before ending the lip-lock, sticking to your conviction to ensure she took a breath even when she whimpered and tried again.

"Lay down," you softly said and she did so easily, almost as if she realized later than you how tired she was. Both of your eyes closed and peace settled in.

A soft voice broke the tranquility, "what about you?"

"You don't have to baby," you reminded your lover who had already snuggled atop of you, but she persisted on stubbornly as her lips pressed to your neck and her hand roamed over your side en route to your core.

"I want to mommy," her fingers had entered you with conviction, but the pleasurable movement she offered died down within seconds. A soft chuckle left you as you caught her calm face, "such a pillow princess..."

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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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Hello🎀Can I request Tobirama,Madara,Itachi,Shisui,Sasuke,Pein,kakashi and Obito with a darling that tries to escape often?Thank you 🧸

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, paranoia, gaslighting, controlling behavior, mind break, violence, punishment, isolation, abduction, death

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan

Darling tries to escape often

Madara Uchiha

🌑Whilst Madara could easily put a stop to those futile and silly antics of yours, he decides to entertain them instead. Much to the dismay of the elder of his clan who can only view your impudent behavior with discomposure as the spouse of Madara Uchiha should know to behave better. If other clans would find out how little respect you show your own husband, they would surely laugh at the lack of discipline Madara gives you yet he is aware that only a very brave or stupid soul would dare to say such words within his earshot. When the eldest of the Uchiha clan confront him about his lax behavior and question him desperately why he encourages those outrageous shenanigans of yours, he reveals laconically that you'll never be able to run away, no matter how hard you may try. He could easily crush your silly attempts to escape him but that would be so awfully boring. Isn't it much more entertaining to let you run around to entertain your little hope of freedom only to stop you within the last second. His confidence to never prevent your attempts is ultimately just a flex of the power he holds. He assures the elder though that if you were to ever step out of line, he will see it through to correct your attitude.

Tobirama Senju

🌊Tobirama finds himself quickly reaching the end of his patience due to your troublesome defiance. Yes, he understands your frustration and he knows that the abduction isn't something pleasant yet he expected more from you. How long do you intend to keep this childish attitude up? Your behavior is unfitting for someone he plans to marry. The frustration grows whenever he receives a new report from the Anbu that they had to stop you from escaping once again, visibly dragging his mood down for the rest of the day. If you refuse to behave, he will treat you accordingly as more and more restrictions are placed on you until you are forbidden to leave the building he keeps you in. You ridicule and embarrass him with your exhausting antics to the point where he doesn't want to introduce you to his own clan. You don't listen nor do you want to settle for any compromises. One day he eventually just snaps when he receives another report of the Anbu with the most reckless attempt you have ever done to escape. As soon as he returns to the Senju compound, he berates you harshly. Yet it isn't until he threatens you that your family will bear the consequences that you truly listen in horror to him.

Pain

🌧️Pain is unforgiving against anyone who stands in the way of his goal, merciless against anyone who goes against him. Nagato's clear paranoia to lose you results in Pain desiring control and obedience from your side yet your stubborn behavior clashes with those demands on multiple levels. If you would have been anyone else, you would be dead. Whether that is something to feel relieved about or not is up to debate though. Even Konan who expresses more kindness and empathy for you can't save you at one point as you never give up in your attempts to flee from the tower you are held as a captive. She still tries to somehow convince Nagato to go easy on you yet a threat just snaps as you do it again and again. He has been going too easy on you. Otherwise you wouldn't attempt an escape as easily as you do. He will teach you what happens from now on so that you will consider the idea the next time much more carefully. From broken bones to psychological torture to eradicating the people you hold dear to your heart, there are many ways for Pain to force you into obedience. Whether you see him as a monster or not for what he is about to do, just remember that you are responsible for it.

Kakashi Hatake

📖Kakashi has neither the time nor the patience to deal with your reckless and unwanted stubbornness. You seem to enjoy giving him a constant headache, don't you? He didn't know that you wanted to have him play pretend with you by acting like an immature kid. If you insist on acting like a brat though, he will do you the favor and treat you like one. Whether he locks you up or has to use chains or ropes to constrict you, your fierce determination to remain a troublemaker remains. Kakashi is far too possessive and protective to let you ever leave him though and his ninken are constantly summoned to detect your smell and track you down. If he wouldn't be so busy as a Jonin and later on as a Hokage, perhaps Kakashi would show a tad bit more patience but time is a luxury he cannot always afford. He has to find more effective ways to force you in line, even if he knows that this will only alienate you further away from him. He gives you one last warning though before his patience completely crumbles, his Sharingan staring through your soul as he reminds you that there will be consequences if he catches you again. Would you prefer a broken leg or the vision of a genjutsu?

Obito Uchiha

🔥As much as Obito's delusional infatuation wants to reject the reality, a part of him is unable to deny that it is your fear of him that has led you to attempt to flee multiple times already only to be swiftly stopped by him. It breaks him mentally and spiritually to witness those fearful eyes looking at him yet he knows that it isn't your fault. It is the world and the people inhabiting it that have brainwashed you to believe that he is the bad guy you have to fear so even throughout his shattered insanity, he remains sickly sweet to you whenever he catches you and brings you back. The sweet kisses of comfort only make your chest tighter with growing panic though. Black Zetsu suggests that he should punish you for he is making a fool out of himself by being so lenient to you yet Obito warns him coldly to never mention such an outrageous idea again in his presence. He could never hurt you after all. Although perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to show you what might happen to you if you would run away from him. The genjutsu he puts you through from that day on tear your mind apart yet this is reality he is showing you so you can see the world and the people for what they truly are. Do you understand it now?

Shisui Uchiha

🍂Even if Shisui is the one who is quite tolerant and lenient under normal circumstances, his attitude changes after you have seen behind his facade. He has to be more careful with you from now on and your defiant behavior only makes the situation worse. He is regarded as a natural talent, works for the Anbu and has to serve the vilage. This means that it could take weeks for him to finish a mission and he knows that you would never sit back and wait for him. You would use that chance to escape as far away as you can. It is already a bit of a challenge to keep the current situation a secret from other people whenever he has to catch you quietly in yet another failed attempt of yours to run away and he can't even remember how often he had to have a stern conversation with you, the normally light air around him gone and replaced by silent tension. Eventually he finds himself considering to use Kotoamatsukami on you, his Mangekyo Sharingan ability. Shisui is fully aware that he would manipulate your mind by using it. On the other hand you would never know that and it's not like he would actively influence your feelings for him. It would merely be a little push to make everything less difficult.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡For Itachi the situation is quite difficult to handle because he knows what would happen to you if you were to be caught by someone. The connection you have with him would never allow you to live normally again as there would always be someone who would come for you to lure him out. It is solely his fault and he harbors guilt for it and will most likely do so for the rest of his life. Yet you are still here, abducted by him because his desire was stronger than his guilt. He as taken a lot of time to explain everything to you in hope that you would understand yet your stubbornness also seems to be stronger than everything else. Itachi finds himself silently giving way to despair because he knows that the next mission of the Akatsuki is only a question of time and most disheartening of all is that you know it too. You're just waiting for him to leave so that you can escape for good. Even if he knows that he has no right for your love, a part of him still feels hurt by the fact that you wish for his absence as much as you do. He can't let you run away though. It is too dangerous and he is far too selfish. Don't think that you will have a chance just because he will leave for a mission.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙Sasuke has little to no tolerance for the defiance you put up as you do literally everything to escape from him. He is fully aware of his unbearable behavior and possessive attitude that smothers to the point where you feel like you can't breathe but he doesn't care. He just wants you. His attitude is condescending and his words are hurtful and sharp whenever he yanks you back harshly as he has stopped you from yet another unsuccessful escape attempt, his grip tightening with each plea and whimper of yours to let go. You really want him to hurt you with the way you get on his nerves, don't you? You could have just said so to begin with instead of failing so miserably in your poor attempts to outsmart him. Sasuke will put you very quickly back into your place and he does so by using violence and fear as nothing else seems to work with you. He doesn't feel guilty about it either when he spills your own blood and scars your skin and breaks your leg so that you won#t be capable of running away from him to begin with. Stop your crying, he'll be responsible enough to take care of you afterwards. He does hope that you have learned your lesson though.

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mochinomnoms · 1 year ago

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The idea of a octotrio polycule is so cute Mochi pliz hear my rambling

Why settling for one when you can get a buy one get two for free deal?

I can't think of much ideas other than the situation that Azul does something similar to what happened in book three so now they are punished by not getting cuddles the most decent option is to actually put your foot down and keep the punishment even if your boyfriends cry out about how "working at the lounge was so exhausting! Please spare some cuddles for these three poor fishies!!" and even if some of your friends call you out (Jack for Jade, Ace for Floyd +Jamil, Azul for literally anyone?) because they are causing trouble:

Jade keeps following around Jack to ask him questions about beastfolks (I think this happened in the playful land event Jade wanted to make Jack wear silly clothes) he is willing to drag anyone you know into hearing his fully dramatized history of your harsh punishment and it comes with the incredible acting skills of Jade Leech!!

Floyd isn't even trying to even walk to every other activity he does it looks like he does it against his own will (on classes, on club activities) and that's why Ace told you about the latest club practice where Floyd just stayed face first on the gymnasium floor? Please prefect Jamil is about to invent new seafood dishes from how much annoyed he is with this "squiggly, slimy bastard eel"

Speaking of slimy eels... Epel called you because he discovered the whole reason why Vil has been more snappy than usual is Azul not being able to provide his moisturizer because "My workers and myself are in a heavy emotional break, I am afraid that we will be canceling production until stated otherwise.." he genuinely made a little domino line that ends connecting to you and your personal friends?

Of course that's the more decent option of you still going along with the punishment I am saying decent because the other option is to give up and get teased by the tweels and getting your time and affection fully capitalized by your octo darling

After the punishment is over (if you actually have decency and choose the first option) surprisingly when the three immediately drag you to the usual cuddle session everything is planned to fit each of your likings the series you three been watching/a movie playing in the tv, tasty snacks and a thing similar to a pillow fort/a nest? Filled with soft blankets and couches for the best of the best cuddle sections and after this everything will go back to its regular flow!!

(i want to force my brain to have more ideas for this dynamic but I haven't come up with anything else)

BUY ONE GET TWO FREE ASKJDKLAJSFKJGLGJ

They are a delightful package deal, tbh. But they guilt you for your affections so often, it's a miracle that you haven't wrung their necks yet.

They indeed make it everyone else's problem when you decide to ban them from any form of affection other than quick cheek kisses and handholding. But it's 10 times worse when only one or two of them are banned, but the others aren't.

Floyd gets in trouble with you a lot because he tends to bite into you a bit harder than he should, leaving deep marks. It's not the marking itself that's the issue, you'll admit, but it's the fact that he'll leave them in visible areas like your forearms, neck, collar, and even your ankles. All spots that others will see and ask, “Wtf, you good bro??” Sometimes he'll do the same to Azul, who will do the same and ban Floyd from touching him in any form. It wouldn't be as bad if Jade didn't rub it in his face, coming up to hug you from behind, leaning in close to brush his lips against Azul's ear to whisper something, all things that Floyd can't do! It leaves Floyd incredibly annoyed, sometimes angry, and every so often devastated that he can't hold his mates. If the latter occurs, he's coming after you. A weak thing to his tears, Azul has had years to build up resilience and hold firm, but you are weak to a whiny, teary-eyed Floyd who is begging for a kiss and cuddle. It's not faaaaair, Jade's been rubbing it in his face all day, and he loves you both so much, but Azul's not budging and if he can't even hold his shrimp, he doesn't even know what he'll dooooooooo! The day ends with Floyd and you in bed, his arms tightly wrapped around your middle and legs tangled in yours as he blissfully naps. Azul's annoyed that you caved in, but Jade's amused and tries to push Azul into joining the cuddle pile with him.

Now, if Jade's the one that being iced out for something, he'll actually return the favor tenfold. He's just an innocent little guy, what do you mean he can't just secretly feed you two an aphrodisiac mushroom? You had lots of fun afterward, even Floyd agrees (he does, but his firm moral stance on mushrooms doesn't). But Azul's pissed that he was used as a test subject again, and you had to call Ace and Deuce to watch Grim as an emergency. Again. So when you both ban him to only quick smooches and side hugs, Jade returns the energy. He's refusing any form of affection, and not giving them to you. Unlike Floyd, who's begging harassing you for cuddles, he's going to make you two come beg for him. After a few days of no Jade, you're both missing him, it's surprisingly Azul who reaches out first when Jade comes to deliver some paperwork for the dorm. The octomer had leaned in to give him a kiss, when Jade stepped away with a sly smile and told him, “Oh, but I thought you weren't giving me your affections? Let's not go back on our word now, Azul.” Jade is a tad bit nicer to you—taking after Floyd—to guilt you into loving on him again. But Azul? He's gonna make him suffer, simply because he enjoys making him squirm. It's honestly a sight to see, as neither are willing to back down. At least until the two of them fall asleep in Azul's office after working a late night, curled into each other's sides on the couch.

Azul probably has it the worst, as he has both twins teasing him. Floyd and Jade are flaunting you around him, being extra handsy. They're cooing at him, whining about how they can't cuddle both of you at the same time since he was dumb enough to piss you off. How could he do this to them? Such a mean, mean Azul! By far, though, you're the weakest to Azul's charms and silver tongue when compared to the twins. Maybe it's due to the knowledge of Azul's childhood, or maybe it's just because he's extra cute, but you can't find yourself away from him for more than a day. He sniffles, murmurs something about missing your embrace, and you're rushing into his arms, kissing away his tears. The twins get incredibly annoyed that you're so quick to let Azul back into your arms, while they have to wait at least a week sometimes. But then you're both reaching out arms and cooing at them to come to bed, batting your eyes, and all complaints are out the window.

I love them they make for a wonderful polycule. After all, they're a package deal, no matter how much they might say they're not.

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #aaahhh polycule octotrio #it's my favorite thing #but only if the twins also love on azul as much as reader

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mrsbarnesxxx · 11 months ago

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Either poly!marauders x fem!reader or remus lupin for characters!<3

Reader talks back in public to them/him and gets told off or yelled at or punished(😏😏😏)

Hope your day goes swell love!

A/N: I absolutely loved this request! I'm always a bit lost on how to write actual smut, so I'm sorry!

Warnings: Suggestive content, hints at poly! relationship, cursing?

His brow quirked at your words, "You wanna say that again love?"

"I said I don't have to listen to you." You repeat. You don't know why you were acting this way. It's not like the request he made was unreasonable. It wasn't like he asked you to stand on your head and juggle.

He nods, jaw clenching and unclenching. "Love, I'm only going to ask you one more time."

"I already told you, I don't need a jacket." You say crossing your arms. You hadn't chosen the best place to have this argument either. The two of you were currently standing in the middle of the common room, his friends standing behind him. It wasn't like you were being quiet either. For some reason his request infuriated you, it was like he thought if he said jump you were supposed to jump right then.

"Love, it's 30 degrees outside. You need a jacket or else you'll get sick." You ignored him. You wouldn't even look at him. His jaw tightened once again before he turned around smiling at his friends. "Why don't you guys go along without us. We'll meet you there." He said through tight lips and even his friends knew not to ignore him.

That got your attention. You were in trouble now, you felt the blood rush from your face, you got dizzy at what those implications could be.

They nodded and headed through the portrait hole, muttering quietly to themselves.

"Let's go find you a jumper, love." He says grabbing your wrist and guiding you upstairs. His grip wasn't tight, he didn't want to hurt you.

"Which one do you want love?" He asks holding up two jumpers. You point to a tan and brown patterned one. He helps you slip it over your head before pressing a kiss to your head and pulling you back downstairs. The two of you walk to Hogsmeade in silence. You're honestly shocked you're still going. Usually by now, he'd have you bent over his lap, ass covered in handprints, but instead, he guides you gently into the three broomsticks and over to a table with his friends.

He stays like this for the afternoon. It's almost like he's forgotten about your attitude...almost. You know he'd never let it slide, but for now, you soak in his attention and kind touches.

By the time you make it back to the common room, you've forgotten about your argument with Remus this morning. That is until you bid them goodnight, kissing Remus on the cheek and heading for the stairs. Remus's hand encircles your wrist as you walk away.

He tuts softly, hand combing through your hair gently, "Didn't think I'd forgot, did you poppet?" He whispers into your ear causing goosebumps to arise across your body. "Can't let you get away that easily. Come on."

He pulls you up to the dorms, the others had already headed up there. You couldn't even imagine what he had planned. You guys reach the dorm and he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You melt into him, shocked at how soft he's being with you. It only causes your anxiety to build at what he has planned.

He drags you to the bed and pulls you so you're on top of him. Your back resting against his chest. He spreads your legs over his own. Your skirt riding up exposing your panties to everyone. You frantically try to cover yourself, but Remus catches your hands holding them down.

"No love. Let them see. Let them watch as I tease you. As I bring you to the edge of pleasure only to deny you. As your pussy flutters around nothing, desperate to be filled." He says loud enough for them to hear, his hand coming tom trace lazily over your clothed cunt.

"Get comfortable boys, it's going to be a long night." He says addressing his friends. The others didn't know who they wanted to be more. Remus as he started kissing down your neck, or you as you sat there, being tortured by Remus.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader smut #mrsbarnesxx #mbxxrequests #mrsbarnesxxx #domremuslupin #softdomremuslupin #can you tell I love soft dom remus lupin

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fillinforlater · 1 year ago

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 103

Hello everyone, Smite here!

It's award season, MAMA is literally right around the corner and there is a fuckton of snow outside right now. Hell yeah, what a time to come back and revive this series for another installment. Those of you who are still in NNN (respect, but also, you're lying, aren't you?), I dare you to read all of these smuts... not only those NNN themed, but also those quickies that make you -blast- just like that.

-1-

@capslocked: facesitting ft. Yujin

Caps to-go, what else could I say that describes the brilliance of this writer. He is the master of long form smut, mostly focused on one idol, intense interactions and build up and then so many fucking sex scenes, you'll lose your mind. There are rumors that a lot of people need a laughable amount of tries to get through the entire thing. Ehm.

Not for this one, like I said: Caps to-go, but the quality is still great. Also Yujin :floshed:

-2-

@ggidolsmuts: Post-match Activities ft. Heejin

My postmatch activities usually include turning off the TV in disappointment, rarely in triumph (LFG, T1), but a horny cheerleader right in my locker room would spur me on to do any sport, even fucking golf. Heejin in that outfit needed to be written and this Ddeun piece can be enjoyed even if you are short on time lol

-3-

@essentiallyleaf: belly bulge kink with Wonyoung

A very cute, heart warming set up for a big, fat finale right in Wony's pussy. God, to see her abs deform while you pound into her - good call though, to bulge her throat first. How tf do y'all do NNN again?

-4-

@oakparchment: No Nut November with Itzy

How would you fare if you desperately wanted to do NNN while being in a relationship with one of the Itzy girls? Well, this short "list" lays it out quite well, though I'd be a lot more pessimistic for you:

YOU WILL FAIL

-5-

@dnd-writes: Boulevard of Broken Dreams Pt. 1 ft. Kiss of Life (TW)

Eyo, I prompted that fic though I did not expect it to go so overboard and become this cruel, gut wrenching, yet eerily hot fic. All I wanted was to slap Natty's Na-titties, but it ended in ice dildos and overblown punishments. Not really complaining though. TW for non-con.

-6-

@sinswithpleasure: Hard And Fast, Just The Way They Like It ft. Dayeon, Hikaru

Did... did I write that? Really, that felt like a Maemi inspired BFH for Kep1er hotties, but it's out of the feather of Sins. Fricking Sins? Yeah, I'm so in, you have no idea how quickly I clicked on that and confirmed I wasn't in some fata morgana paralysis thingy. Very hot!

-7-

@capslocked: mutual masturbation ft. Wonyoung

This is Day 2 to Caps' kinkvember... but you probably knew that because it is fucking Wonyoung without really fucking Wonyoung, but it actually is and it is so hot.

Have a good week y'all, stay safe and be excellent to one another and every stranger <3

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader #male reader smut #ive smut #wonyoung smut #ahn yujin smut #kep1er smut #hikaru smut #dayeon smut #kiss of life smut #itzy smut #heejin smut #loona smut

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galaxyedging · 9 months ago

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College Max Phillips x f!reader. Friends to enemies to lovers.

WC:2.3k

Max is the ideal roommate until he isn't.

Warnings: Smut. Male and female masturbation. P in V sex. Dub con if you really squint. Overstimulation.

Roommate Agreement

“Max Fucking Phillips!” The roar leaves you as soon as you slam the door.

It echoes through the stylish yet modest off-campus apartment you can afford now that you have a roommate. An apartment that you will sorely miss when you can't afford it because you've murdered your roommate.

“If you're going to summon me like that, at least use my correct full name, Maxwell Fuckington-Phillips.” A head of over gelled hair comes around the corner to narrowly miss being hit by one of your shoes. “The third.”

“Don't! Just don't! Did you tell my date that I have baby fever and I'm just in college to earn my MRS?” Your tone is even and calm despite you wanting to rip Max's head off. He'll get what's coming to him, first you want confirmation.

“I was joking with the guy. You know, like when you told my date I was a STD ridden man whore.” He shrugs sliding onto the sofa.

“I told you that I didn't know she was your date. I know her from one of my classes. Plus, I wasn't joking. I saved her a course of medication and probably months of therapy from the serious regret she would have the next morning.” Your dig didn't even phase Max.

The endless to and fro of barbs had started about three months after Max moved in. Before that the two of you were practically inseparable. Max had tutored you for a few months. To break up the monotony of studying, you would go grab something to eat and idly chat. For some reason, even though you were very different people, you got on well. When your friend pulled out of renting the apartment the day you needed to sign the lease, Max was the first person you offered it to. He took one look at the place and signed on the spot. The owner was an older lady who was just happy to have someone living above her store. The people who rented that from her commuted from the suburbs, leaving the whole building empty at night. Perfect for a couple of college kids. Until you realised that you couldn't stand each other.

“So what? You're just going to punish me?” You huff at him.

“Hey, if I don't get laid, why should you?” There was an undercurrent of genuine annoyance in his tone.

“What do you mean?”

“I don't know if you know this….but women talk. My dick is blacklisted.” He looked sorry for himself at his admission.

It only takes about two seconds for the laughter you were trying so hard to keep in bursts out. “I'm sorry. It's just funny.”

“I'm glad I've found some way to amuse you rather than you being an uptight bitch to me.”

“I meant the blacklisted dick part was funny. Not the situation, asshole. So is that why you're ruining my dates? You're jealous that someone else might get some? Fuck you, Max.”

“Maybe that would solve the problem. You caused this dry spell. Maybe you should moisten it.”

Trying hard not to gag at the imagery or the word moisten, all you can think to do is flip him off while you find your words.

“Oh, so you're the other kind of jealous. Not of me, of the guys I might bring home? Do you want me that bad Max?” Your pout at him leaning over in your date night dress so he can see right down the front of it and your lack of a bra.

“Please, if I wanted you. I would have had you months ago.” Max tells your cleavage.

“Yeah, right. My eyes are up here.” Walking deeper into the apartment, you head for your room. “Since my date didn't go well, I'm getting my best toy out. Her name is Jessica. I usually wait until you are out but I guess you'll just have to wear earplugs to bed.”

“You have fun with Jessica, try not to think about me too much.” Max bites at your heels as he catches up and brushes past you down the short corridor to his own bedroom.

Jessica glistens in the low candle light, fully covered in lube and ready to go. Even the scented candles and relaxing oils hadn't loosen you up enough to be able to give Jessica the welcome she deserves.

‘Fuck. Who does he think he is?’ Trying your best to calm your thoughts you undo your robe and let it fall from your body. Licking your fingertips, you idly trace one of your nipples until it reacts under your touch. The other one gets the same treatment before you take the full breast in each hand and knead them gently. Eventually you feel the pull of your pussy needing your attention. As soon as you reach your folds, you find that Jessica might be up to bat sooner than you thought. Now that you're looser, your pussy is practically dripping. As you slick up your clit and begin to circle it, you tell yourself your arousal has nothing to do with Max. Nothing to do with the thought of him being all pent up and how easily he would come apart underneath you. Nothing to do with the thought of taking his pretty cock in your mouth. And it was pretty. You accidentally walked in on him getting out of the shower and may have dragged your feet, just a little, getting out of there. There is no denying that Max is hot but he is still such an asshole. Fresh anger flares in you as Jessica nestles deep inside you. The first button you tap brings her head to life rotating inside you. The second makes her ears twitch against your clit. Usually you would let the woman work and build you to a steady, satisfying climax. Tonight was different, gripping the base of her, you angle her where you need her and begin to pump her in and out, hard. With your free hand gripping the metal bed frame above your head the whole thing begins to squeak with your movements. There is not one single fuck to be spared for Max as your moans sound out just as loudly. It barely takes any time at all for you to reach the edge. Going over it a litany of curses spill from your lips. Laying there, head thick from your high time seems irrelevant until you need to pee and have to gingerly remove faithful Jessica from being tightly gripped inside your body. After you get the two of you cleaned up, you slip back into bed. Sleep tugs at you until you hear the rhythmic thud of a headboard against a wall.

Max already had a chub on at the sight of you poured into that dress but once he got a good view of the swell of your tits and a peek of your nipples, he was fully hard. He did intend to jerk off quickly, so he could just get to sleep and forget your fight. Then he heard it, the distinct low buzz of a vibrator. Fuck. He thought about your teasing your cunt until you came writhing and twitching on the cheap substitute for his dick. He listened as he raided his bedside drawer for some toys of his own. He filled his sleeve with some lube and pumped his long, thin dildo inside of it ensuring they were both covered. His pillows became makeshift pillowy thighs as he placed his cock sleeve between them in the middle of his bed. His cock twitched with interest as your moans grew louder. His own utterances of fuck and shit as he sheathed he cock were hidden under yours as you came. Max had to take a moment to squeeze his cock so he didn't blow his load there and then. When he felt the need pass he spread his legs to push his own dildo between his asscheeks into his greedy hole. He lays flat to catch his sleeved cock between his body and the bed. While his hips work back and forth he keeps the dildo still so he's either fucking or being fucked with each thrust. He doesn't give a shit if his moans sound pitiful. They are. He's so pent up and this feels so good. The sounds of your enjoyment still free in his ears and the sight of your tits still on his eyelids is the icing on the cake. He pants, moans and whines his way to his peek as he jack rabbits into the mattress.

“Oh! God!” he moans when his eyes roll back in his head and his balls empty into the toy.

He's so loud, he doesn't hear the door open or your footsteps on the floor. He only realises you're there when the bed dips next to him. In his blissed out state he doesn't care that he's laying completely naked with a dildo sticking out of his ass. He cares a little more when you nudge it further into him.

Whatever Max says is lost in his pillow.

“Don't say a fucking thing. Don't spoil it, just shut up.” You make it clear that the last thing you want to hear is his voice. Unless it's whining in pleasure.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He grins stupidly.

“What did I say?!”

“Don't be so grumpy.” He teases. “Are you going to play with my ass or what?”

You answer by pressing the tip right up to his prostate and rolling it up and down over the gland.

“Fuck. Stop. I can't…” Max pants.

“Oh, poor baby. Are you over-stimulated?” You tease right back working the toy harder.

“Fuck. I'm serious. I…” his annoying complaints are cut off by your lips.

As Max's lips melt into the kiss, the rest of his body tenses. His head snaps away from yours to bite down on his pillow as he comes again.

“‘uck me!” Is all he can grit out until he releases the thick material. “Fuck. That was…fuck. How did you…? Come on.” Max's earlier bonelessness dissipates as he drags you toward him while turning over and simultaneously removing the toy from his twice spent cock.

“Come on. Sit on my face. Suffocate me with your cunt until I'm hard again then you can show me how to do that.” Half of that shouted from between your legs.

“Max! I…oh!” You almost squeal as his hot muscle goes straight for your hole. His tongue swirls through your release while he drinks it down like some crazed mythological creature who feeds on bodily fluids. He only pauses to beg you to blow him. Which you oblige to since the sight of his cock getting hard just from eating you out makes you eager to bounce on it. He grows bigger and thicker in your mouth while you do your best to suck in-between moans. Max has moved to sucking on your clit now the sudden intrusion of two thick fingers has you coming on them.

Max might be a loser in the personality department but he's definitely a winner in refractory period stakes. His cock is rigid again in an impressively short amount of time. Swinging your leg back over his head you shuffle down the bed ready to straddle his hips and eagerly ride his cock.

“I want to be on top.” Max complains.

“Tough.”

His length drags against the heat of your core as he tries to buck you off. “Max!” You half moan, half chide. “No!”

It's Max's turn to moan when you trap his cock between your wet core and his body. He can't help but grind against you a little.

“This is getting us nowhere.” You huff. “Speak for yourself.” Max sighs, gripping your hips to slide you on his length.

“Max! Come on. Guess we could compromise. Doggy?” You supply.

“Fuck, yes.” Max ungraciously bucks you off of him to scramble behind you while you get on all fours.

Just as you get your balance, Max slides home in one fluid motion. For the first time in a long time the two of you seem to be in agreement. Both letting out sighs of contentment. Max starts to thrust and you stay firm to meet every one. It's rough and nasty, and everything you both need. The sounds of skin slapping and fluids gushing fills the room. The two of you moan, grunt and swear like vulgar animals. Sweat covers both of you from the effort of trying to out fuck the other. In the end the two of you climax in perfect sync. Max doesn't ask before finishing inside of you. His cum fills you deeply as he works you both to draw out your highs.

“Looks like we found something we can agree on.” Max pants sprawling out over the bed.

Shoving past him to go pee you add “Yeah. Plus you are like seventy five percent less annoying during sex.”

“Wow. You keep flattering me like that and I'll think you're sweet on me.” Max called after you.

For a moment in the post coital haze, you think back to when things between you were good. At one point, you really did like Max. He was good company. Smart. Even sweet on occasion. He’s handsome, driven, great in bed. Entering the bathroom and not even stopping to flip on the light or close the door you move on muscle memory while the urge to pee gets stronger. You lower yourself down to the toilet….and almost fall in because the toilet seat is up. “Maxwell Fuckington Phillips…the third!”

#max phillips #max phillips x reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction #max phillips smut #galaxyedgingwrites

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bitchy-craft · 1 year ago

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What Your Spirit Guides Want To Tell You | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what your Spirit Guides want to tell you. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile, which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't!

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Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

Don’t chase, don’t wait, do it. You want to do something, want to achieve something, do it. Your spirit guides support you and know that you are able to do it, to get through it. You’re creative, you know a ton of things and are able to enjoy yourself, let loose a bit, let those insecurities and / or stupid thoughts loose, you are successful, you will be successful, you simply need to see it, realise it, and act on it. Don’t be jealous, don’t be scared of whatever competition you may believe there is; you’re much better, much more defined.

The only thing you’re afraid off are the things you have made yourself believe are true. You carry a lot of might in you, a lot of ambition, you don’t need to have anything more, you’re able to do whatever you want to do.

You may have questions, you may not understand as much as you want to understand; but you don’t need to understand everything to succeed, nor do you have to fully trust yourself. One can succeed with doubt, as long as they want to succeed and believe there is a small chance of success.

Pile 2:

Stop protecting others, stop putting everyone else first, you are deserving of that position yourself, you are deserving of the energy you give to others. You need to balance what you do for yourself and what you do for others. You shouldn’t give energy to others if they don’t give time and energy to you. Of course, it’s going to be a realisation you want to avoid, you don’t want to figure who is bad for you and who is not, no matter how much you love them.

But you can only grow, learn, and evolve if you rid of the things that hardly give and only take. You need to make choices that are good for you, not for others. After all, this is your life, not theirs. If you don’t, things might still go in a down-wards spiral, or perhaps you are already in one and won’t be able to get out if you don’t make that decision yourself. Keep your energy for yourself, and save it for things that you need or want to do that actually gain you something.

Choose who is worthy of your energy and time, put yourself first for a change, it’ll get you far in life.

Pile 3:

You’re hurt and have a hard time with something, and that’s okay. You’re allowed to feel emotions and to be sad; but you shouldn’t hold it in, that’ll simply build up all your emotions until they all leave at the same time. Accept and be aware of your feelings, let them out and try to feel comfortable with doing so.

You need to stand up against whatever is holding you back, analyse why you are feeling a certain way and accept the troubles you have and the reasons for it, how hard it may be to accept.

Face your fears with confidence and understanding; be kind to yourself as you grow and work to get to your goal. Don’t punish yourself for your supposed ‘fail’, be proud of the small achievements you’re gaining to get to your goal. Like how you can get a bad grade but still be proud of the fact you finished the whole test, that you studied and did your best.

Don’t ignore your fears and insecurities, work with them to grow through them.

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lets-just-daydream · 8 months ago

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The Ecstasy of Absolution

Astarion is a sexy priest. That's it. That's the fic.

You felt uneasy and nervous as you approached the large, ornate doors. You felt sick as you prepared to confess your sins. Would confessing them to a stranger feel better than keeping locked up inside? Your friends had insisted that going to the church, confessing your wrongdoings and receiving penance would not only help you feel better but cleanse you from within.

You weren't so sure - that no good girl could be forgiven for what you had done - sleeping with a stranger at a party… If anyone found out, you'd be ruined and your parents would be so disappointed. But your friends assuaged your worries that priests heard countless stories of pre-marital sex - it was probably the most common confession, really.

So it seemed easy enough.

Go to the church.

Confess your sins.

Receive your penance.

Go about your life.

You bit your lip as you peered inside.

A high ceiling with wooden rafters and lanterns lit the long, red, running carpet which split the building into two with pews either side of it. It was empty in here, no one around and you wondered if there were certain times you had to come visit. You looked around to spot someone and then you spied your destination along a wall of the church. A large, wooden confessional with each door wide open.

You approached the confessional and peered inside, wooden interiors with cushioned benches and a screen in between to maintain your anonymity. You took a deep breath, stepped into the confessional and closed the door, sitting down. Your stomach was in knots as your knees bounced and you wrung your hands together in your nervousness.

The sudden click and thud of the door to the booth beside you made you start and your breathing quickened. You waited for the priest to speak.

“Speak, my child,” came the smooth, velvety voice of the priest.

Your stomach turned but you cleared your throat and you began to speak. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You hoped you were doing this right.

“And when was your last confession?”

You gulped. “I have… never made a confession.”

The smooth, velvety voice sounded from the screen beside you. “Confess your sins, child.”

You had to focus up on the task at hand but this priest's voice, it was so sexy. If any Lord above could read your mind you were certain your impure thoughts would have you smited on the spot.

“Father I… went against the word of my parents and I engaged in sexual relations as an unmarried woman,” you said between laboured breaths, sweat forming above your brow from the nerves. From the fear that the priest would yank open the door to your booth, pull you out by your hair and tell you what a whore you are.

There was a pause after your confession and luckily, you weren't met with such judgement just yet. “Tell me more so I may know the extent of the penance you'll receive.”

You gulped. Did he want you to go into detail? You hesitated.

“What acts did you perform?” the smooth voice of the priest pressed.

“I… I performed oral sex on him, f-Father,” you stammered, your face heating up as your hands wrung into the hem of your skirt.

You heard fabric shuffle on the other side of the screen.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, a slight croak to his voice.

“Yes,” you whispered.

His husky voice continued to question you. “Were you on your knees, child?”

Your body began to flush as you were taken back to that night. “Yes,” you responded with a hint of a whine. You heard a noise from the booth beside you that you couldn't quite make out. “Sorry, Father? I didn't catch that.”

“Did- Did you stop there?” He asked, his voice almost seemed strained. He must have thought you were disgusting, trying to remain professional and hide his disgust.

“No.”

A soft groan through the screen and your face warmed in embarrassment.

“What else?” He whispered. “Did he perform oral sex on you?”

You didn't know priests got into such lines of questioning, but the punishment needed to fit the crime you figured.

“No, Father.”

A hum, and the sound of skin on skin as you assumed he was rubbing his hands together to consider what you'd confessed so far.

“Was this the extent of your actions?” He asked, his voice deep.

You pursed your lips together and prepared to confess the worst part of all. “No, I… We had sex.”

“Go on,” he pressed, sounding almost desperate for you to continue.

“He laid me down and spread my legs, Father. I let him enter me and I confess that it felt good and that I didn’t want him to stop.”

You heard the unmistakable sound of a breathy moan from beyond the screen and your brows furrowed.

“Father? Are you alright?”

You heard shuffling and the sound of the door of the booth beside you opening before the door to your own booth was wrenched open and you were bathed in light from the church beyond.

In the doorway stood a disheveled, curly silver-haired man with his robes in disarray, his red eyes glared at you hungrily as they raked over your body. His cock hung large and proud from his black robes, leaking and pink at the tip. The white collar of his robes and the cross hung from his neck gave away who he was, but he couldn't be…

“Oh my god,” you whispered, taking his appearance in, your thighs pressing together on their own at the sight of him.

You recognised his voice as soon as he spoke. “Do not use the Lord's name in vain.”

“Father?” You asked, your mouth dropping agape. “W-what are you doing?”

He stepped into the booth and took your chin in his hand, looking down at you. His hand was cold as ice, but you didn't care. “Giving you your penance.”

Your eyes widened as you sat in shock, staring up at him. His curls framed his face and his red irises were thin discs beyond his dilated pupils.

“On your knees for the Lord, pet,” his silky voice said as he lightly tugged on your chin. “Don't tell me now you're playing coy and acting innocent after such a lewd confession.”

“N-no, Father,” you gulped.

God, he was gorgeous and you could scarcely find it in you to deny his command.

“I'll only repeat it once. On your knees,” he said slowly, his red eyes piercing into you.

You were at his mercy and when he stared down at you the way he did, the desire to please him and earn his praise clouded your head.

You slid from the seat and dropped to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes. A million thoughts ran through your mind. ‘Why was he asking you to do this? What kind of priest was he? Why were you so willing and compliant to his demands?’ The thoughts skidded to a halt when his cool thumb caressed your bottom lip and teased your mouth open, causing your tongue to reflexively slip out to lick it. The priest chuckled above you and you looked up to see a sharp canine peek out from his lips.

“Good girls receive their penance and are absolved of their sins as long as they do what they're told. Do you want to be absolved of your sins?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Father,” you sighed.

He let out a satisfied groan. “Good.”

You watched as he dropped your chin and his hands came around to the front of his pants and undid them, his cock now fully free of its restraints. Your mouth watered as it bobbed in front of you and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Well go on,” he said. “I know you know what to do, you explained the act you committed and now I need you to demonstrate. How filthy is your mouth? How sinful is that tongue and what punishment do I need to give you, hm?”

Your stomach clenched and you pressed your thighs together as you opened your mouth and licked the tip of the priest's cock. He let out a soft whimper and you continued, trying your best to remember exactly how you had sucked before. You licked from the base just above his balls and up to the top before taking it in your mouth as far as you could.

He let out a choked gasp and his hand flew up to brace himself on the wall of the confessional, his other hand coming up to cover his mouth. You slowed down, concerned.

“Keep going,” he rasped. “You didn't stop there, did you, you minx!”

You readjusted on your knees and looked up at the priest as you took his now warming cock into your mouth again, the tang of his precum thick in your mouth. This was the time for honesty, and you had to admit the truth, that's what you were for, after all. You pulled back once again and gave him a smirk.

“Father, I confess,” you breathed. “I love sucking your cock.”

The priest's eyes practically rolled into the back of his head and he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you to stand in front of him.

“Are you a glutton for punishment?” He asked, turning your head this way and that as he examined you.

“Suppose I am,” you said. “What if I keep sinning?”

He grinned a toothy smile and you noticed two sharp fangs in place of his canines. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong with his teeth but he pulled your lips against his.

“If you keep sinning,” he purred, “I'll have to keep punishing you until you learn your lesson, my child.”

He spun the pair of you around and he took your previous seat, flaring his robes out and leaning back as he palmed his cock. You watched as he stroked himself and you felt your core tighten in need. You nearly dropped to your knees as you begged.

“Please let me ride your cock, Father,” you begged.

The priest let out a mock gasp, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “I’m shocked. Such vulgar language in my church will not go unpunished.” He let out a sigh and outstretched a hand reaching for you, while patting his bare thigh with the other. “And I do intend to punish you.”

You looked at him, confused.

“Bend over my lap, be a good girl, come on.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his command but obeyed nonetheless. Bent over his knees, your skirt did little to hide your modesty.

You heard a tsk tsk above you as he softly ran his hand over your underwear. “Such inappropriate attire for a church,” he said huskily.

He lifted your skirt high over your ass before his cool fingers found the waistband of your underwear and tugged it down. You squirmed at the slight discomfort of being bent over his lap and of being so exposed and unable to do anything.

“Father, please.”

No sooner had the words left your lips than a hard smack met the swell of your ass. You cried out in pain at the sting and his free hand came around and clamped over your mouth.

“Keep quiet,” he said through gritted teeth.

You tried to reply that it hurt but his hand over your mouth kept you muffled. His hand met your ass in another spank, and another and another until there were tears in your eyes and you were sure your ass was red and raw with imprints of his hand all over you. A thought that, scarily, made your cunt throb.

The priest finally let you up and he kissed you again, his tongue sliding between your lips forcefully. “You take your punishments so well pet. I think you've repented enough…”

“No!” You cried, desperate for him to continue.

A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back and spread his legs, his hard, leaking cock on display for you. “No? You don't think you've paid enough for your transgressions?”

“No, Father,” you whispered, your thighs now practically soaked in your arousal.

You watched as he leaned back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, his eyes then opening and flicking directly to the apex of your thighs barely hidden by your skirt. He stuck his hand out to you and you took it, following his lead and straddling his thighs, your knees on the cushioned bench and positioning yourself over his cock.

“Now, be a good girl,” he breathed. “And sink onto me.”

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, your lips separating as the tip slowly parted them. The blunt head of his cock dipped inside you and you let out a squeak at the feeling, the sheer size of him causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you lowered yourself to the hilt.

Your walls squeezed around his length and he let out a groan and involuntarily bucked his hips. His hands came around to grip the flesh of your ass and he helped you into a rhythm, slowly bouncing on his cock.

From your new position you could see his face better and god above, he was devastatingly handsome. His plump lips slightly open and his red eyes with gorgeous thick lashes half-lidded as he looked up at you filthily as sin. The way his eyes bored into you could send you into orgasm alone if you weren't careful.

“Father,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and screwed your eyes shut.

He stretched you out so perfectly and you let out a shuddered breath as he guided your body in a slow rhythm. One of his hands came down between your bodies and found your clit, circling it slowly and making you cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh, god,” you cried.

His eyes snapped to yours and his hand came up and tapped your cheek. “Don't use the Lord's name in vain,” he spat.

“I'm sorry,” you whined. “But… I…”

You couldn't finish your sentence because the sound of a door opening caused you to clamp your mouth shut. You whipped your head around but the door to your booth remained closed.

“Father Astarion,” a frail voice said through the screen. “I have come for my confession.”

You slowed your movements but he looked up at you and shook his head, one hand covering your mouth and the other slipping down between your folds to circle your clit as he continued to bounce you on his cock.

“Speak,” Father Astarion said huskily. “And confess your sins.”

He held his body as close to yours as he could while he fucked you, trying his best to muffle the sounds of your coupling from your new neighbour.

“It has been one week since my last confession, Father.”

You leaned your face into the crook of his neck and his now free hand came to wrap around your back and hold you tight against his body.

You huffed out a barely audible whisper against his ear. “Father Astarion.”

His hand gripped against your flesh and dug into your skin with a muffled grunt from the back of his throat that even you could barely hear.

“Shit,” he whispered into your neck.

The old woman next to you only separated by the screen, began to confess. “Father, I confess that I wished ill upon my neighbour.”

Astarion let out a noise that was a mix of a grunt and a hum.

“I felt jealousy when I saw how lovely his rose garden is compared to mine.”

You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh as you watched Astarion roll his eyes. Whether it was from pleasure or exasperation, you weren't sure.

“Recite one Hail Mary and be on your way,” he rushed out.

“Is… is that all for my sin of wishing ill on my neighbour and for my jealousy, Father?”

“Yes. Recite your prayer and go in peace,” Astarion gritted out, his impatience clear as he thrust into you harder.

“But-”

“RECITE YOUR HAIL MARY AND LEAVE,” Astarion snarled.

The old woman stammered for a moment, thanked the priest whom you were currently grinding against and left, presumably to do her prayers elsewhere, you hoped.

Astarion suddenly stood and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Astarion… Father… What-”

The question died on your lips as you felt your back hit the wooden wall of the confessional. Astarion held your legs in place, looked you in the eye and bared what appeared to be a set of fangs.

“Incessant woman,” he seethed. “How could anyone care about such nonsense when we're in here committing the most heinous sin in the house of the lord.”

You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck as his hips snapped against you faster, his breathing becoming ragged.

“I don't care to think what will become of me should anyone find out about this.”

Astarion dropped his head into the crook of your neck and kissed the skin he found there. “I care not for absolution when here between your thighs is… true heaven,” he said with a groan, his voice becoming high pitched.

His fingers found your clit and circled it fast, desperately working you to your release.

“Father,” you whined, not caring if anyone could hear you anymore.

“Yes, yes my pet.”

The pet name from his lips shot electricity straight to your core and you gasped, your cunt throbbing as you felt warmth and pleasure erupt through your body.

“I'm coming!” You squealed, your thighs tightening around Astarion's hips as you desperately grinded against him.

The priest's hips stuttered and his breathing quickened as he rutted against you, his pelvis pressed flush against yours. He grunted out a curse as he came inside of you in spurts, his body seizing before his head fell back and his muscles relaxed, exposing the ivory column of his neck to you beyond his collar.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the underside of his smooth chin, and earning you a small smile from him. You too, leaned your head back, finding the wall of the confessional.

“Wow,” you sighed, slowly unhooking your legs from around Astarion's hips.

You leaned against the wall and watched as the priest dropped to his knees in front of you, his red eyes never leaving yours. He held the underside of your knee in his hand and hooked it over his shoulder as he stuck the tip of his tongue out.

“What are you doing?” You asked, staring down at him, wide-eyed in the dim light.

He didn't answer you, instead closing his eyes and licking a fat stripe up your cunt and gathering the mix of your juices on his tongue before swallowing. He opened his eyes half-lidded and looked up at you with a smirk before standing up, pressing his thumb to your chin and pulling your lips open. You obliged and let out a moan when he met you in a gentle kiss, his tongue pressing between your lips and licking against your own. You moaned as you tasted the tang of your coupling, your core beginning to warm again at the fresh memory.

“I hope you found your confession… a valuable experience,” Astarion whispered before pulling away, his thumb still on your chin, his face close to yours.

“Yes, it was very enlightening, Father Astarion,” you whispered. “I imagine I'll be back soon, for I have a sin to confess.”

The handsome priest clicked his tongue. “Well, keep it for next time, pet. Stew in your guilt and I will surely see you soon,” he purred.

You watched as he tucked himself back into his robes, giving you one last smirk before he stepped out of the confessional and into his church.

#red writes #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fanfiction #astarion fic

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thesleepyfable · 8 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 9: ~

When the Walls Crumbled:

This is it. The long awaited Murine/Muirinnes chapter.

Fun fact: This is my first ever romance piece I've done for any fan-fiction. So, I have no idea if this is good or not.

Another fact: I had already completed this chapter before chapters 7 and 8. This was going to be chapter 7, but I had to map out a timeline when I decided this was going to be a mini-arc, and not a time-jump to post-rescue. Plus, during that time, I decided not to have military involvement. What I have instead you'll soon see.

Tw: Parental abuse and gambling.

Part 10:

Innes couldn't sleep. He found himself staring at the container ceiling. Drool ran down the chin, which only momentarily snapped him out of his daydream. Then right back to it. He tried, but no amount of tossing or turning was helping. Even when he was leaned against Muir, he found no comfort. A quick check from his watch showed it was 2:15am.

'Maybe some fresh air will help?' He asked himself.

With a quick glance at Muir, seeing him sleeping peacefully, Innes carefully moved from his side and made it for the door. He'll go outside, sit at the railing, and have a smoke to himself. Or he would do that if a tendril didn't wrap around his waist. Of course, Muir was secretly awake the entire time. Sneaky little shit. Innes accepted defeat with a deflated sigh and turned to see Muir lift him up and place him in front of his face.

'I thought you were asleep.'

Muir ignored the empty statement.

'Innes, what's wrong?' Because he could sense something. His heartbeat wasn't normal, and he felt it sink at the question. Then there were his eyes. For hours, Innes has had a hurt look in them. Even when he cheered for Brodie and Finlay, and when gorged on the leftovers, the look was still there. Plus, even if they've been practically inseparable, Innes couldn't bring himself to look Muir in his. Even now, Innes was clearly looking through him. 'It's okay. You know it'll be okay.'

Words filled and drowned Innes' mind.

'Stupid boy. You deserve this. How can you look at yourself? Stop being a fucking idiot!'

The words Innes would hear from his father and he'd repeat them as self-punishment.

'Don't cry. You're not a man if you cry!'

He wanted to, but a part of him was always afraid to. He feared his father would find out, even over a hundred miles away and being 6 feet under. That man left a mark that was hard to scrub off. No luck. Even Innes had a breaking point. Tears began to fall, and Muir began to wipe them away.

'Why aren't you mad at me?' A lump formed in his throat, and his heart began to race. 'I left you alone. I just ran whilst you turned into,' he gestured to Muir's exposed ribs. 'This. I'm your supervisor. I'm supposed to look out for you. You said that yourself!' He paused to catch his breath, but to no avail. 'I'm so sorry, Muir.'

The guilt had been eating away at him. Since he heard Muir calling out for him in distress. Even if no one could blame him, Innes' heart felt heavy, and he wanted to be sick. In his mind, because of him, Muir will never be human again. His body blew open and turned inside out with ribs exposed and flesh crawling along the hard-hat, which was possibly the reason it didn't spread further. He lost his hair, his mouth was stretched on one side, and most of his lips had melted away, half-blind despite having multiple eyes, and his innards hung inches from the floor. It was all his fault. Muir's cry for help will be something he can never forgive or forget.

'Innes, where ya going?!'

'INNNNNEEEEEEEES!'

'Innes? Help me, Innes!'

'Innes? Where's Innes? I just need help, eh?'

How was Muir able to break down the walls he tried so hard to build? What was this man to him? Innes never cried, and yet in one day, he cried over him twice. Not even his ex-wife got him to cry when she left him for someone else. He didn't cry when his house got repossessed through his gambling. And he certainly didn't cry when he heard his dad had passed. A tendril kept wiping his tears away. Muir pulled him closer, and Innes hugged what he could of his face. He didn't want to let go.

The last 3 years raced through his mind. Innes remembered the day he was called up to Rennick's office. At first, he thought it was because he had rolled up his sleeves and pants because of the unbearable summer heat. He wasn't too happy to hear he'd be looking after a newcomer with no prior training, but he did get a bollocking for the uniform.

Muir stepped off the chopper without a single hair out of place or crease in his uniform. Like all new hires, he had brought too much baggage. A backpack and small suitcase. Innes knew more than half of that wasn't going to see the light of day for months. Always amusing to see. He lingered at the steps with crossed arms and a smirk. Rennick introduced himself with that fake yet convincing smile to the untrained eye. In all honesty, Innes thought Muir had brided his way to become a deckhand. How can someone just leave their family farm and instantly work on an oil rig? Still, he grinned and taught Muir everything he could, even if he kept his walls up.

He couldn't tell when they began to crumble, but whenever there was a crack, he would try to mend it. It was exhausting. A fight he had to surrender because as much as he denied it, feelings started to bloom. He hoped they would go overtime, but the opposite happened. Muir's looks, his smell, his laugh, and even his clumsy nature that has gotten the pair in more than enough trouble, just made Innes -

Oh. That's why. Because for the first time in years, Innes was genuinely happy.

'I love you.' He let out a shakey breath and sniffled as he pulled away. The muscles in his neck twitched as he smiled. The hurt look in his eyes was gone, and he could finally look at Muir. His heart continued to race and skip a beat. 'I wished I told you sooner.' He noticed Muir began to cry, but with a smile on the one side of his face. One of pure joy, as if all the problems in the world had washed away. Now, it was Innes' turn to wipe his tears. He'd noticed his right eye was completely open again, and his nose at some point had been put back into shape.

'I've been waiting three years for you to say that.' He stifled a laugh and lightly squeezed Innes' waist. 'I love you too, my big man.'

'I think that's you now.'

'Don't get smart with me.'

The pair shared a mix of laughter and cries. They pulled each other together for another long hug. Innes kissed Muir above his good eye, then at the bridge of his nose, where they placed their foreheads together. They dried each other's tears. Muir moved his head towards Innes to replicate a nuzzle on a part of his shoulder.

It might be the middle of winter, but they felt warm. It was inviting. It was new. It was something they didn't want to let go of, so they stayed like this. Frozen in time.

Roy opened the door. Neither had come for breakfast, so he thought it was best to check up on them. He found the pair huddled together. Tendrils wrapped around Innes like a blanket, except for his arms hugging them in return. Muir lightly snored, stretched, and gently pulled Innes closer.

He was no expert, but Roy could tell. He slowly closed the door and left the pair. What harm would another hour do?

#Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU #My Writing #Muirinnes #Murine

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honeytonedhottie · 1 year ago

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trusting and betting on urself⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧

keep promises that u make to urself : just like how if u know someone who continuously makes promises to do something, yet they never act upon it, you won't trust that person or believe them if they promise u something else. this is also the same with urself. ur new years resolutions? ur goals that you've had for a while but never ever did? all those promises that you've made to yourself and the ones that you haven't followed up on will lessen trust with urself. do what u say you'll do. "stand on business" and if u know that u won't be able to deliver or do what u say you would, dont say it. dont tell urself promises that u won't be able to keep. once u start keeping ur own promises, you'll start to build trust within urself.

hold yourself accountable : just a quick disclaimer but when i say holding urself accountable i do NOT mean punishing urself!! when u find urself falling into old and fruitless patterns you need to hold urself accountable and make sure that u straighten up. the thing about our relationship with self is that a relationship needs BOUNDARIES. you need to set boundaries with urself. what will u or what will u not do? ur non-negotiables?

and when u find urself crossing boundaries within yourself take the BIGGEST step back. the key to forming a healthy relationship with urself is to balance being strict and gentle with urself. strict in the sense that ur the only one that can get u to where u wanna be, and gentle in the sense that ur best won't look the same every single day and u should also listen to urself and what u want, without having to compromise on ur boundaries. kind of finding that middle line is important, bcuz when we're too lenient with ourselves, we get too comfortable and that leads me into my next point...

where growth begins : u cannot expect to grow if ur too comfortable and honestly, this is why most people stay stagnant. its bcuz being comfortable FEELS GOOD. but growth will almost never happen when ur comfortable, on the contrary growth can only happen outside of ur comfort zone. if u want better things for urself, ur simply gonna have to DO BETTER.

the importance of ur self concept : even if ur not familiar with or u dont practice conscious manifesting/law of assumption, i think that working on ur self concept can still be such a fruitful thing to do. i say this because self concept is the way that u view urself in relation to ur desires/goals. its seeing urself as worthy and powerful, and truly grasping ur potential to do great things. a way to start with ur self concept is with affirmations! start telling urself about urself in a positive connotation. you're unstoppable <3

putting it into practice : start small, challenge urself a little bit every day. do one hard thing a day, doing so will build ur confidence bcuz u won't be so daunted by ur big goals when you've already done so many hard things. when u see something challenging instead of thinking "oh i can't do this" you'll have confidence in urself and what u are capable of. oftentimes when we have goals, we kick ourselves out of rooms before we've even tried to get in them bcuz we think "im not good enough" or "im not worthy" which isnt true at ALL. dont shoot urself in the foot. thats self sabotage. and thats not hot.

motivating urself : if u remind urself of your "why" then you'll have reason to stay consistent and truly try. i recommend asking urself the tougher questions, like "what do i want out of my life?" or "am i truly happy and if not what can i do to get there?" once you've decided what u want out of life make a VISION BOARD and actively pursue your dreams. u can't actively pursue something if u dont know what it is. so i advise u to remind urself whenever u feel that u need it of your "why", your driving cause. having that motivation, and actively pursuing and keeping the promises that u make to urself -> will then build ur confidence in yourself to the point where your betting on urself bcuz u know that no matter what cards you are dealt, you'll prosper.

so just to wrap things up, an overview ; start keeping ur promises -> be strict -> get comfy being uncomfy -> say ur self concept affirmations -> apply -> remind

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