#he's wanted a pet so badly for so long it disgusts him that someone would get one just to mistreat it

[urlocalwhumper]

OK LAST ONE FOR NOW. MAYBE. DEFINITELY NOT FOR GOOD THO LOL I WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY WRITE MORE EVENTUALLY

as always, rayan belongs to @sowhumpshaped

rayan felt horrible.

nana had only been with him for a few days when he noticed that her tail was bothering her. a little glint of pain in her eye whenever it wagged, she way she took great care not to sit or lay on it, and, most recently, how she yelped and flinched away when he, idly fidgeting with her tail while sitting on the couch, brushed his fingers over the unnatural bend near the middle.

he'd wanted to give her at least a week to settle in before taking her to the vet for a check-up, but he also wasn't just going to sit there and let her suffer when she was clearly in pain.

so, off to the vet they went. nana really didn't like it there, she shook like a leaf and stayed glued to his leg for their entire time in the waiting room, and once she was up on the examination table, he had to be at least holding her hand for her to stay somewhat calm.

even the vet winced once her x-rays appeared onscreen.

"oh yeah, no wonder she's in pain." the vet grimaced. "this is a really bad break, the bone is completely shattered around where that bend is." he said, pointing on the screen to what he was talking about.

"this kind of injury... the most likely cause is crushing." the vet glanced at nana's papers and pursed his lips. "repeated impacts. like being stomped on, perhaps."

rayan felt sick. he could tell, from the look in nana's eye and the way she curled further into herself, that the vet's assumption was correct. he trailed a comforting hand across her scalp and pressed a little kiss to the crown of her head.

the vet continued. "either way, for a break this severe, there really isn't much we can do to fix it. your best option is to amputate."

nana went stiff as a board. rayan felt her breathing quicken as she started to whimper under her breath. her loose grip on his shirt turned into an iron vice and she looked up at him with a fearful, pleading gaze.

he continued to scratch at her scalp and behind her ears, soothing and gentle, but internally he was just as frazzled as she was. he was expecting the worst case scenario to be needing to re-break a badly healed bone, not amputating most of her tail.

"can... can we have some time to think about it, please?" he said, wanting to at least get nana out of the examination room and hopefully calm her down.

the vet nodded. "of course. you know how to make an appointment, once your decision has been made."

it took hours for nana to calm down fully. once they returned home, she immediately retreated to her bed, curling up under the blanket like it would hide her from the world. rayan sat beside her, nearly lost for words.

"... i'm so sorry, nana." he said, resting his hand, palm-up, on the edge of her bed. her shaking hand reached out from under the blanket and gripped it tight. "this isn't fair, you shouldn't have to deal with this at all."

he sighed. "... but... your tail's just gonna hurt forever if we don't do anything. and it might even get worse." he squeezed her hand. "getting it amputated is scary, but it's the only option we have."

he felt horrible, trying to convince her like this. he knew that if he was in her position, he'd be just as terrified and reluctant to have a part of him cut off. but, he also knew that, for her health, it needed to be done.

and when he looked over and saw her peering out at him from under the blanket, her eye hesitant but trusting, he knew that she understood too.

nana was a nervous wreck on the day of her surgery. even though he could tell she was trying to be brave, the vet informed him that she wet herself out of fear the moment she was in the prep room, completely separated from him.

but it was finally over. the amputation had been performed with no complications, and now nana was at home - short half a tail and loopy from the meds they'd given her, but no longer suffering from a painful shattered bone.

she was napping at the moment, her head in his lap as he absently pet her hair. he frowned at the bandaged end of her newly shortened tail. it was the right decision, he knew that, but... it was just so unfair. for her to lose most of her tail just because some jackass decided it'd be funny to stomp on it... it made him angry.

angry that such a monster could get a pet license, angry that they'd been so cruel to a pet as sweet and loving as nana, angry that they even existed. it made him so angry that he felt like he could just- !

nana stirred in his lap, mumbling something unintelligible and snuggling further into him. right, he needed to calm down. all of that was in the past now. right now, she was safe and comfortable and happy with him, and that was all that mattered.

#I CAN'T STOP HELP ME #anyways! yeag. #nana wagging her tail so hard it audibly thumped against the wall last time was extraordinarily painful. btw. #but she was just so happy in the moment that she didn't care :') #this is as angsty as this series is gonna get tbh i mostly just wanna write fluff lol #also rayan is usually kind of a pushover but i feel like genuine pet abuse would really rile him up #he's wanted a pet so badly for so long it disgusts him that someone would get one just to mistreat it #also he already pampers nana but while she's healing he turns it up to 11 lol #world's most loved pet #also i don't know how broken bones or vet surgeries work so if i'm wrong abt smth. uh. in this universe no i'm not. #mine

[scenezfreak]

Making out with Jeff, liu, toby, and Jane headcanons?? (Fem! For all!!^w^)

SORRY FOR LONG HIATUS GUYS💀🙏

Makeout Headcannons

Warnings: mentions of groping, choking, air restriction, knife play

Characters: Jeff, Liu, Toby, and Jane

NOT PROOF READ MINORS DNI

Jeff:

• Disgusting mf ‼️

• Will tug your hair while he’s tongue deep in your mouth, loves making sure you can feel his tongue in your mouth

• Gently glides his knife across your skin too causing goosebumps to raise on your skin oh how he loves to scare you

• Chokes you while you guys makeout so you’re forcing your self back for more air but he’ll keep going since he’s an asshole

• Loves when you push him away gasping for air… oh he adores that sound…knowing it was HIM who made you out of breath

• loves the whimpers or moans you make when you guys makeout and knowing he caused them, you’re so weak and he just loves his obedient pet so much

• very handsy..

• He will grope you touch you everywhere…constantly touching your boobs, ass, or thighs.

Liu:

• Kinda sweet about it like???

• Probably holds your face while making out with you

• I feel like he’d let out a slight whimper then try to act like he didn’t do it he’d be so embarrassed if you knew he was a whore for you

• He gets kinda handsy too but not as much as Jeff..good god 💀

• He will start to grind against you but slowly so you’ll do it more and make it seem like you wanted it more than him

• NOW IF IT WAS SULLY…

• Just like Jeff VERY handsy- loves to touch the spots that make you moan

• Is probably pinning you down while you guys make out…like damn we aren’t going anywhere it’s ok

• will probably keep going if you try to push him away but will eventually let you breathe

Toby:

• Whiny much? Whimpers into the kiss like a slut

• Probably begs for more, what a whore…but he’s only a whore for you

• Will moan if you grind on him or choke him while making out, he absolutely adores being touched by you

• probably too scared to grope you..he doesn’t want to do anything he isn’t supposed to

• when making out he completely forgets about his surrounds so if someone walked in on you two making out he wouldn’t even notice

• Will probably wait for you to catch your breath and resume kissing you like he didn’t just steal your air

• Please touch him, he wants it so badly… he’ll be good if you just please…touch him

Jane:

• Mommy? Sorry… Mommy? sorry… Mo-

• CALLS YOU A GOOD LITTLE PET.

• She’s a Dom fr

• Would caress your arms or legs while making out with you….she just loves to make you feel good

• If you need to catch your breath then she’s kissing other parts of you, she really can’t get enough of your sweet noises

• Loves to worship you- wants you to be confident in yourself

• Pins your hands above your head if you’re laying down or against a wall

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #smut #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #homicidal liu #jane the killer #ticci toby #ticci toby smut #Jane the killer smut #homicidal liu smut

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Charles & Ollie: Past

Hey guys. Um. It’s been a while since I’ve written. Sorry. Anyway! I really love this piece. It’s also much longer than most chapters I write, I’m pretty sure. Almost 2.8k words. So that’s fun.

Enjoy!

CW: pet whump, slave whump, refusing to use someone’s name, insults, perceived abandonment (technically not real), fear of punishment, self hatred, unreliable narrator, drug trafficking, drugging mention, police, starvation, escape/running away, homelessness, fear of death

Masterlist

— — —

It had been a normal day.

Wake up, make breakfast for Master, kneel quietly, and hope that he did well. Hope that he wouldn't have to spend the next few days tied up, bleeding, and starving in the basement. It was always his fault for being so stupid and deserving to be punished, but he could hope. Not want, of course, that'd never be allowed. But he could secretly wish and dream for a time when Master was forgiving.

Luckily, Master didn't find anything wrong with his pet's behavior that morning, so he set out. But not before giving his slave a strong kick to the ribs to keep him in his place. Pet preferred the kicks, the other choice for a daily reminder was a slap. Pet hated the hand marks. They made his already hideous face look even more ugly.

Pet set about his chores, washing the dishes and wiping the counter. He caught his blurred reflection in the polished granite. His collar was tight around his neck, the little tag hanging from it jingling.

He touched it gently, longing to hear his Master say the name written on it, just once. He knew that he needed the reminders because he was so stupid and useless. He'd forget his place if he wasn't called names all day. "Slave. Pet. Stupid. Ugly. Mutt. Useless. Fleabag. Bitch. Dog." On and on, all the cruelest things Master and his friends could think of, perfectly suiting for the crushed and bleeding thing that so often laid at their feet.

But Pet longed to hear his name, his real name, so badly. It had been so long, he knew it was bad, he knew he was selfish and worthless and dumb. But... no one would know, right? If he said it, just this once? Such a tiny word, only two syllables.

"Ol-"

The door flung open, and Pet jumped back, arms above his head. It was like the ground crumbled beneath his feet, and his stomach dropped. He fell to the floor, curled up, trying desperately to protect his most vital organs from attack. Had Master been waiting for this? He knew that his slave would mess up, didn't he? And he was just waiting to beat the living daylights out of the useless, worthless, disgusting piece of flesh that he owned.

"Hey, no, stupid dog. Come here." Master hauled him up off his feet and dragged him towards the basement. Pet whimpered but was in awe that Master was able to hold his fury in until they got to the basement. Usually, he'd just beat Pet wherever he was and make him clean up the blood from the floor and carpeting later.

"M-master, please, I-"

"Shush. You know what, hide! I'll be back in a few days. Some guys might come through, maybe a cop or two. Listen to me, you pathetic excuse for a dog." Master grabbed Pet's face roughly, fingernails digging into his cheeks. He was forcing Pet to look into his eyes, something that was rarely allowed. But it must be okay this time if Master was the one causing it.

"You have to understand.” Master said, “Do. Not. Come. Out. For. Anyone. However you need to do it, just get it through your thick skull. Don't stop hiding until I come back and say it's okay to leave, okay?" Master half-heartedly threw him to the floor, his slave more confused than he had ever been or probably ever would be. With one last disapproving glare, Master left.

Pet never saw him again.

- - -

It was true, he soon learned, that many people would be coming through the house. Pet feared he would feel lonely and bored while waiting, but there was a lot to keep his thoughts occupied and off of... other things.

First, cops searched the entire building. Pet heard them and dashed to a tiny closet in the basement, wedging a piece of wood in the handle on his side of the door. The police tried and failed to get in and even discussed cutting it open with an ax. Pet trembled, sweat dripping off his forehead while he tried to stop himself from hyperventilating.

Eventually, though, one of them protested, not wanting to do more work when they already had evidence. And so they left, making the house silent and (somewhat) stress-free once more.

Other people came and went too, talking and cursing. Most of them Pet recognized as the voices of Master's friends. He knew better than to listen to people's conversations, but they all kept mentioning drugs and pills, the type that had once been used on Pet. He remembered the experience, although things were still a little fuzzy.

It made his head hurt for days afterward, but at the moment, everything had felt so nice and peaceful for a few minutes before the blackout. When he woke up, he was covered in bruises and cuts, but it had still taken a few minutes for the relaxation to wear off and the pain to settle in.

Master had gotten very upset that his friends wasted the pills on a pet, after "everything he went through to get them." Despite already being beaten just an hour ago, Pet was punished severely for taking the pills. He had wanted to protest that the men had made him, but he knew better. The men were superior to him. They couldn't be faulted for it. So the blame must lie with Pet. It must. Master was never wrong.

In the present day, after many days of hunger and freezing nights down in the basement, Pet felt like he couldn't go on like this. No one had visited in a while. He knew what he was thinking about was bad. He knew that if Master found out what he was about to do, he'd be furious. He made it absolutely clear that his pet was not to leave the basement.

And yet, Pet finds himself sneaking up to the kitchen. He filled two bags with dog food and then, with some careful consideration, took three apples. Master never liked fruit but would still buy it; Pet was never quite sure of the reasoning behind that. And Pet had already been so bad, a few apples that would've rotted away even if Master had been there was nothing.

Pet then made his way to the living room and took several blankets and pillows. Then, noticing the mail had been delivered, he also took the newest copy of Pet Paper. Most of the articles either were boring or scared him, but they usually had fun pictures and a few games.

Carrying all of his loot and feeling surprisingly okay for a disobedient mutt who may have been abandoned, Pet made a little camp for himself in the basement. He decided to put the pillows and blankets in the closet where he had previously hidden from cops. The tiny space felt almost like his cage upstairs and he knew now that it was suitable for hiding.

Then he sat on the floor, grabbed a handful of dog food to munch on, and started reading.

Several more days passed before Pet started to get incredibly worried. He had heard the garbage truck pass by this morning. That was the second time since he had last seen Master. More than two weeks had gone by and still, no sign of where he had gone. What was previously just another anxious thought had transformed itself into a legitimate concern. Had Pet been abandoned?

Of course, it didn't make any sense. Why would Master leave everything just to get away from his pet?

But he couldn't deny that something was wrong. Even Master's friends had stopped visiting too. He didn't get it. Of course, he was so stupid, he could never understand why humans do the things they do. But he just couldn't think of any other explanation. So Master must've abandoned him.

Pet waited another week before finally deciding to leave. The dog food was running out, even after he had made several more disobedient trips upstairs. And if Pet had been thrown away, shouldn't he get out of his Master's house? Maybe Master was waiting until he left to come back to the house. Pet was probably being bad for staying there for so long. He was so selfish, not wanting to leave the comfort of the building for the scary outside world.

But he had to now. At least there would be food outside. And also cruel people, the cold, sickness, and probably death. But a bad pet like him deserved all of that, surely. He was such a rotten animal.

Pet's first steps outside were cautious and weak. He nearly stumbled from the sheer shock of it all.

He had done it. Ollie had done it. He couldn't believe this... this... this whole new world.

but it wasn't new, not really. It wasn't new at all. He just hadn't been here in a very long time, if ever.

He felt like he had stepped into a fantasy world after only hearing of it in fairytales. The outside world, the land beyond the kitchen window, was never allowed to him before. It might as well be something that only existed in legend.

- - -

Ollie sat huddled under the bridge, violently shivering. He hadn't eaten in two, maybe three days? He didn't know.

He was cold, wet, tired, and starving. He deserved all of it for leaving his Master's house. He should've accepted his fate and died there.

He was horrible.

- - -

Earlier in the day, Ollie had run away from some police. It was only because he was so small and capable of hiding that he got away. His muscles were very weak as of late, so he could've been easily caught. He'll have to be more careful next time.

But now, because of all the distance he had worked hard to put between him and the officers, Ollie had found himself in an entirely new area.

It was late at night, so restaurants had probably thrown out their leftovers already. If only he could find a place and dumpster dive for spare food.

As he wandered, he spied yet another cop. He was so frightened that he ran into the first available hiding place he saw: a bright, bustling building. He hadn't been thinking. He was so stupid. He dashed in and joined the crowds, trying to hide himself in the large group.

When someone first noticed him, in his dirty, smelly, roughed-up state with no shoes, she shrieked and backed up so fast she bumped into a man, who fell on a waiter, who spilled two glasses of wine they had been carrying.

Soon enough, everyone was in a great commotion, trying to get away from Ollie and call security.

The pet began to cry, overwhelmed and tired and hungry and not at all wanting to deal with this. He was sorry, he was, and he would do whatever they wanted to make up for it. Just please don't hand him over to the police. Please. He didn't know what they'd do to him, and he wasn't eager to find out.

The guards approached Ollie and he fled, going deeper into the crowd, until he tripped over his own feet and fell. He curled up and lay trembling on the floor, sobbing and so terrified.

He heard a bunch of people shuffle and he looked up to see the crowd part as a man walked through, headed straight for Ollie. This man didn't look like a security guard but rather was dressed in an expensive suit and had a stern, irritated expression.

When the man saw Ollie, however, his expression changed a bit. Ollie didn't know how to describe it, having never been looked at with such a visage. But it seemed less upset than the previous one, so that might be a plus? Maybe? Maybe this man won't kick Ollie as hard as he could, or won't insult him while throwing him out.

The man looked around.

"Whose pet is this?"

Of course, no one stepped forward. The man looked back at Ollie and asked if his owner was here. He shook his head.

"Are you lost?'

"Um, yeah... I-... I was abandoned, sir."

"Oh. I am very sorry to hear that. So you need a place to stay, then?"

Another nod. The man bent slightly and extended a hand. Ollie flinched away, bracing for a slap, but none came. He looked back and the hand was still there, just resting in the air. Ollie hesitated, but the man nodded encouragingly, and so Ollie took his hand and got helped up.

He whimpered as pressure was put on his ankle, then froze. He was bad.

His ankle must've been injured when he tripped, which was his fault, he shouldn't have run. And now he had the audacity to whimper?? He was so, so bad. This man would realize what a pathetic mutt he was and hurt him for it.

Glancing up fearfully, he saw that the man was indeed frowning. Ollie shrank back, hand slipping out of the man's grasp. He started shaking even harder.

"Oh dear, easy, it's alright," the man soothed. "I didn't mean to further injure your ankle by forcing you to stand. I will call a doctor for you immediately."

Did he think Ollie was upset because his ankle hurt? But.. why? Sure, the pain was intense now that he was trying to stand, but it was nothing compared to what he's been through.

"There's no need to be so concerned, sir. I'm alright. I can take it and more. I can take whatever you want me to."

The man frowned again and Ollie nearly cried.

"No, no, don't be ridiculous. I have no reason to harm you. You've done nothing wrong, dear. I don't want you to be unnecessarily hurt."

The man hesitated, then spoke again.

"That's not how I want one of my workers to be treated."

...

...what?

"What do you mean, sir?"

"I do not wish for you to be harmed, regardless of your status, but especially if you agree to work for me. You don't have a home or... employer, do you?"

"No, sir, I don't have either of those. But really, you don't have to, I'll only be a bother and a burden-"

"Nonsense. I have heard of how they train you guys. I'm sure you are wonderful. And besides, I am forgiving, I promise."

Ollie couldn't help but notice some of the crowd looked doubtful at that, which was very concerning. But at the same time, the man did not possess the same cruel glint in his eyes, the expression of deceit, the glee in waiting until the perfect moment to strike.

Of course, the man could just be better at hiding those things, or Ollie was dumber than he thought.

But what other choice did he have?

This person was offering him a lifeline, a chance at a new home and a new life. Ollie would die if he continued to be homeless. Maybe not right away, but he'd eventually catch an illness or upset someone or get caught, and then it'd be all over.

He didn't want to die.

"Okay. Of course, sir, I'd be happy to be your slave."

The man just nodded tight, and the pet was certain that he had already messed up.

But still, the man didn't do anything to him. Instead, he addressed the crowd.

"Apologies for the interruption," He announced, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. "I have urgent business to attend to with my worker, so I must leave. Enjoy the showing, it will continue until 10:30 PM as planned. My accountant will be handling any further purchases. Good night."

Then, looking back at his new slave again, Master spoke much softer.

"What is your name, dear?"

Oh god. Oh no. He knew what he was supposed to say, he knew he had to be good. He should tell the man that he can call him anything, even horrible insults, and the slave would readily accept it. He had to show his new owner that he could be good. But the man had asked. Please. The pet wanted to be allowed his name, his real name.

"Ollie, sir. My name is Ollie."

The man nodded, not seeming angry at the slave's terrible presumption that he could demand a free person use a particular name for him.

"I am Charles Durand, please to meet you, Ollie. Come with me. I'll help you to a couch to rest until the doctor arrives."

Given no other option, Ollie followed him, allowed to dangerously lean on his arm as he hobbled along.

Hopefully, this man wouldn't be too cruel to him.

— — —

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#Charles & Ollie #Charles Durand #Ollie #whump #pet whump #slave whump #whumpee #caretaker #pet whumpee #rich caretaker #refusing to use someone’s name #insults #perceived abandonment #abandonment #fear of punishment #self hatred #unreliable narrator #drug trafficking #drugging mention #police #starvation #escape #running away #homelessness #fear of death

[digenerate-trash]

Do a remaster on the Yan bailey smut but this time it’s DOB yan bailey please and thank you 💕☺️💕

God, I want all of the Dob characters so badly (dob harper is so disgusting I wanna fuck him until I bleed out.) Back to badly tho!!!

AMAB Bailey | GN PC

Bailey has always been kind of a mystery. He's got a lot of things that a caretaker wouldn't have. Nice clothes and, a polite demeanor. He's always well put together and calm. It's nothing like you would imagine someone surrounded by children to be. He's so kind and clean that you're not even sure why some of the more deranged threats you've heard around town threaten to send people to "the caretaker"

Bailey is so kind to you that the moment you're in his office begging for any kind of job he agrees. You tell him you're new to cleaning and general care but you'll do your best. And to your surprise, he believes you.

Every hour he checks on you. He makes light conversation with you and pats your little head. You always smile at him when he does these things it makes you both feel nice.

Near the end of your first shift, you saw him in the kitchen. His gloves are shoved haphazardly into his back pocket and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he portions and cuts bits of meat for a stew. His hands are a bit shaky his knuckles are covered in bruises, fresh ones. He seems a little frustrated so you offer to help.

He steps aside letting you... and from then on you are allowed to stay even past dinner. Bailey still pays you for your time as long as you eat in his office with him.

The first meal you both had was strange. He kept staring. Every spoonful of stew was good but slightly strange as Bailey watched. It's like he was waiting for something to happen... you could never figure it out. But he got less strange after that. Every meal since he's been staring less and less. You're grateful for it.

Getting paid by Bailey is always a journey though. He jokes and laughs and makes conversation with you. It's clear he's stretching out this time he's supposed to be paying you for your work. One time he even joked that if you married him he'd take care of the loan sharks that were terrorizing your family....

You never mentioned them to him before...

Bailey's advances only get less subtle as the days and weeks go on. It's good work. You get a meal every day. The orphans call you "mom" sometimes and Bailey refers to you as his spouse. Every day there's meat on the table and you get enough money each week to keep you and your family above water. But never enough to quit your job with Bailey...

And then it happens. You bring up the wrong question while you're helping make dinner. But how were you supposed to know?

"Where do you get all this meat anyway?" You ask offhandedly. Sure you're curious but you are not pressed for the answer. In your mind, it doesn't matter. Bailey can afford it. So why wouldn't he?

Bailey twitches a bit he smirks when he tilts his head at you. "I cut my meat. I save every bit. Makes things cheaper." He explains but he pauses too long between every sentence. Like an inside joke, no one is laughing along too.

You try to laugh it off but Bailey gets closer. "You want to see it?" Bailey asks. But you back away from him. You don't.

Bailey reaches out to pet your head just like the softer moments before. "You are basically part of the family. I can tell you."

Family. That dreaded word again. Bailey brings it up in front of the orphans far too often for your liking. You don't need to be Bailey's family. You have your own.

Bailey grips your hips before shoving you into the counter. It hits your lower back stunning you a bit. You didn't see this coming- his gloved hands press bruises into your hips.

He leans down to kiss you forcefully his mouth tastes of blood. So much blood that it's got to be unhealthy. You choke as his tongue presses over yours your mouth is coated in his saliva.

Bailey pulls away from you a bit before he hooks his hand into your waistband and shoves it down exposing your body to the warm air of the kitchen. Bailey hoists you up onto the counter with a surprising amount of strength before dipping his face between your legs to lick at you.

Bailey is covering you in his drool no part of your groin is left untouched as he licks and bites away between your thighs. You trembling now your mouth still tastes like blood and you bite back moans and little sounds as Bailey makes sure you feel thoughily violated.

It feels like hours before he pulls away from your hips. He adjusts them as close to the edge of the counter as he can before he unzips his pants letting his cock spring out and tease at your wet hole. He pets your head lightly before grabbing you by the back of your neck and holding you tightly before thrusting in. Bailey is so rough with your body that it hurts. No matter how hard he tried to prepare you. Bailey is big...

He leans in still holding you by the scruff before whispering to you. "You're mine now." He lets out a dark chuckle before he continues his thrusting is getting worse. The counter rattles with every movement and what's worse is Bailey seems to be enjoying himself too much. You tried to be nice and accept his help. You just wanted a job. You just wanted things to be easy for once

You whimper and whine as he keeps pressing into you your body feels cheap and used as Bailey holds you tightly Bailey rubs the outline of his dick in your stomach with his thumb. He's proud as he feels it making you look.

when bailey finally cums inside you he keeps your hips pressed tightly against his. Every twitch of his dick is felt by your over-sensitive walls. And bailey laughs a bit when he finally pulls out he grabs your leg keeping your spread open as he looks at your hole dripping his cum onto the counter.

"You look good enough to eat-"

#bailey the caretaker #dob bailey #dob #tw violence #tw rape #tw dubcon #tw cannibalism #tw implied forced cannibalism #tw assault #tw ass eating #tw cunalingus #tw forced family #tw loan sharks #???? #this is going in the books guys!! #i had way to much fun #my meaty man (*￣∇￣*) #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Ok soooo, dacryphilia and cock warming (or collars) if it hasn't already been done already. love how you write Shigaraki's reaction to Dabi's tears, and the headspace Dabi has to be in to actually let himself go enough to cry. And tears of blood are usually seen as gross and/or creepy, and I can imagine how Dabi is used to people being disgusted (if he even lets himself be vulnerable enough to cry Infront of someone). But Shiggy loves them, ugh, your writing will be the death of me. And hawks can't cry so maybe learning Dabi's bastardised version. Idk Shigadabi, shigadabihawks your choice. Sorry for the long ask

Prompt: Cock Warming, Oral Sex, Dacryphillia

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Cock Warming, Dacryphillia, Dom/Sub, Subspace, light Breath Play, light Pain Play, light Blood Play, Face Fucking, brief Accidental Voyeurism

Knew that he was in for a long punishment when he ignored Shig's texts for a week. In his defense... okay he doesn't have one. Knew that Duster needed to go off and do shit with Re-Destro as Grand Commander or whatever and that he couldn't tag along because he needed him at base making sure that everything else was in order. Ignoring his lover because he was pouting, especially when Shig made sure to text him every day to check up on him outside of work stuff, was petty and rude. But he was petty and stubborn and apparently willing to live up to his moniker of 'brat' from his lover. Had thought he was in for Duster coming home and throwing him against the nearest flat surface and putting him in his place. 

Instead Shigaraki had come back, they'd gone over work stuff, and Duster had just gotten up and left the room. Only came to bed long after he fell asleep and left long before he woke the few nights he managed to sleep at all due to his insomnia. Still will talk to him about work, never rude to him, but is absolutely getting even with him for the week of cold shoulder he'd given. Absolutely not punishing him in bed the way he'd wanted because he'd definitely figured out that's what Dabi had been angling for. Hates that this is so clearly a much more effective way of punishing him because he's getting absolutely desperate for his lover's attention. 

Breaks after three days of the cold shoulder. Breaks after another morning waking up alone in bed, Duster's side left deliberately unmade so that he knows he was there this time and left without waking him, hadn't curled up close like they usually do. Throws on his clothes, sans coat, and heads towards Shigaraki's office. Fine. Groveling it is.

Makes it to his office unimpeded and knocks on the door, 

"Come in." Pushes it open and Duster cocks a brow at him. "What is it?" 

Doesn't say anything, shuts the door and then moves over to where his lover is sitting at his desk. Still doesn't say anything before he gets down on his knees, half crawling under the desk to do so. Duster watches him, expression flat. He puts his hands behind his back and rests his temple against his knee, keeps his eyes on the floor, head lowered, the picture of submission. Stays still and quiet. Takes an agonizingly long time before Tomura sighs softly. And then there's a careful hand petting through his hair. 

"Why were you misbehaving, kitten?" 

"...missed you." 

"Would have had me back sooner if you hadn't been so rude." 

"I'm sorry, sir." 

Duster hums, keeps petting him gently and Dabi melts into the touch. Missed his hands so badly, missed his attention, missed his words-- the soft ones and the mean ones that he saves for him behind closed doors. "I'm glad you came and apologized," the hand pulls away from his hair and he nearly whines for it back. "But you misbehaved for a week, baby. Punishment's not over yet. Go do your work." 

Does let out a soft whine now, desperate to be forgiven, desperate for Duster's touch back. "Please sir, I'm sorry, I'll be good--" 

"If you were going to be good then you wouldn't be talking back to me so soon after apologizing." Voice ice cold and not deigning to look at him when Dabi risks lifting his head. Has turned back to his own work, expression closed off. Fuck. Doesn't know what to do with how sour and sick his insides are going, the tremble that's starting to go through him. Feels like he's going to drop and they haven't even really played yet. Duster glances at him and goes still. Wonders how stricken he must look to make him pause. "Oh, sweetheart," the coldness goes so suddenly, hand reaching to stroke over his cheek. 

Didn't realize he was crying until he gives a soft sob as soon as his hand is on his face. "I-I'm sorry, please sir, I won't do it a-again, please," Can't stop the tears as they slip over his cheeks. Doesn't dare reach for him, wants to hold on tight, clingy and needy. Anything to make the sharp sickness and shame soften where it's clawing at his chest. 

"Pretty boy," catching some of the bloody tears, smearing them from his skin, expression so soft and warm on him as he sniffles and tries not to sob. "You really do feel bad, don't you, baby?" 

Dabi nods weakly. 

Duster sighs, like he's still disappointed, like he's still misbehaving, and Dabi's gut goes absolutely hollow thinking that his lover is still going to send him away. "Alright, sweet thing, come here," makes him shift until he's hidden under the desk, makes him keep his hands behind his back and hope sparks sharply through him as Tomura undoes his belt and slowly pulls himself from his pants, giving his cock a few long, languid strokes as he catches the tears still slipping over his cheeks with his other hand. Eyes darker as he touches himself, as he watches him cry. Always likes to see him cry, always makes him when they're in bed together. Likes to see him cry because it's another sign of his submission. Because Duster is the only person who's gotten to see him cry since he became Dabi and delights in knowing that he can reduce him to nothing but a messy tangle of needy emotions to the point that tears are the only release for it. "Open up, kitten." 

Does so readily, leaning forward and letting his lover feed his cock between his lips. Can't help the little moan at the taste of Duster's skin on his tongue. Starts to lick along his length, sucking eagerly, more than ready to make up for his bad behavior. Not expecting a hard pull at his hair, sharp enough to make him whimper, eyes flicking up to meet Tomura's. 

"Not like that, baby. Let you stay so long as you can behave yourself but I have work to do." 

Oh. He shifts a little settling in, sucking and licking more gently, feeds him into his mouth a little slower, until he's sitting just at the back of his throat. Takes him a second to find a place that's deep enough but that isn't restricting his breathing, his jaw and lips stretched wide around his lover's thick cock, but settles. Will happily stay right here for as long as Tomura lets him. 

The hand in his hair pets him again, "That's it, being such a good boy." The sickness in his gut ebbs away with the words and soft touch. Makes way for the light, floaty fog his head goes to sometimes when he gives up control to Shigaraki. Makes everything feel softer and a little distant. Makes his eyes slip shut as he focuses on the cock in his mouth. Can't blow him the way he usually likes to. Needs to be good. Keeps stroking along his length with his tongue languidly, only swallows when he has to, keeps him pressed into his throat for as long as he can before he gently pulls off enough to breathe and takes him in again. Never pulls more than an inch or two back. Keeps as much of his lover's cock in his mouth as he can. 

Has no idea how long Tomura keeps him like this. Knows that it's long enough for the discomfort in his knees and jaw to go completely numb. That he's so distant and foggy that when Tomura shifts, hand moving to the back of his neck and pulling him a little further onto his cock, he's surprised by the muffled moan he lets out. Surprised to realize how hard he is too. Hopes that means his lover wants him to really start to suck him off, but he shifts back to petting him lightly, lets him resume his rhythm and goes right back to his work. Dabi whimpers but Duster doesn't even glance at him. Now that he's noticed his arousal it's becoming a more persistent discomfort. His cock aching and straining against his pants. But he needs to be good. Has to behave. Will be sent away if he doesn't. Does his best to settle. 

Only manages to stay still for a few more minutes. Just trying to shift a little, trying to spread his legs a little wider to relieve some of the pressure against his cock. Moves too much and has Tomura's eyes back on him, a little sharper than they were before. Pauses as Dabi stills. 

Lets out a low, mean laugh when he sees the obvious bulge in his pants. Dabi flushes hotly, working his tongue along his length more insistently. Tomura pulls his hair again, "My little whore, like being used so much. Let me see how hard your pretty cock is, baby." 

His hands are trembling, keeps sucking Duster's cock as he undoes his belt and the closures of his pants. Moans as he wraps his hand around himself, the air of the room so cool against his overheated skin. Barely has started to move his hand before the tug on his hair comes again, much more roughly. Hard enough it sends stars dancing behind his eyes, making his cock drip and him moan around Tomura's. 

"Didn't give you permission to touch yourself, hands behind your back, sweetheart." 

Torture to do it but he doesn't hesitate. Won't misbehave again when he's still in trouble. 

"Good boy." And then he goes right back to his work. 

Agony to have Tomura's hard cock in his mouth, to not be allowed to suck him off properly, to be so hard and so exposed and not be allowed to touch himself. Wants to make his lover feel good, wants to be allowed to cum. Hard to stay relaxed and keep warming his cock. Can't help the little whimpers and whines that are slipping from his throat each time he's allowed to take him as deep as he can go and swallow. Moans a little too loudly when he starts to taste his lover's pre, bitter and salty, on the back of his tongue. Makes his own cock start to drip too. 

Goes abruptly still when he hears a knock at the door, his temperature spiking sharply with his panic. Cuts through the nice hazy fog of his arousal as he struggles to remember if he locked the door behind him. Tomura smiles again, sharp and dangerous, holds him in place and fucks into his mouth once and Dabi gets the message. Starts to really work his mouth over him, tries to be quiet, shame making his cheeks burn as his lover calls,

"Come in," 

Can't be seen from where he's kneeling, but knows if he's too loud that he'll be heard in the small room. Tries to be quiet as he swallows around Shig's cock, starting to bob his head along his length, rubbing his stud against his head the way he likes, rewarded with more pre against his tongue. 

"Hey boss man, sorry to bother you," 

Fucking, god damn it. Of course it's the hero with his sneaky feathers that can hear everything. 

"It's fine, what do you need, Hawks?" And Duster's voice is calm and even as he addresses the hero. 

"I was just wondering if you know where Dabi is? Been looking for him for half an hour but I haven't found him yet." 

Duster tugs on his hair, forces him to take his cock as far as he can into his throat and Dabi tries desperately not to choke. "Any reason you're looking for him in particular?" Doesn't let him pull back for breath. Holds him in place as his throat twitches and spasms around his cock as he tries not to whimper or gag. 

"Just checking in, gonna be going to Musutafu for a team-up and wanted to let him know before I left." Black spots are starting to bloom behind his eyes. Squeezes them shut as he feels tears start to slip fresh across his cheeks. 

"I'll let him know, he's busy doing some work for me today." 

"Alright, welcome back, by the way." 

"Thanks, good luck with your hero work." A distant ringing is starting in his ears. 

"Thanks, I'll see if I can bring back something good when I'm finished. See you, boss man." The door shuts again, but Tomura keeps holding him in place for another few seconds. Until Dabi is sure he's going to pass out. Then pulls all the way out of his mouth. 

Dabi doesn't know if he's gasping for breath or choking on a sob as soon as his throat is cleared. Coughs weakly as the tears slip over his cheeks, as he gets enough breath back to realize how much closer to the edge the fear of being caught and the sharp discomfort of being choked brought him. 

"Still being so good for me baby, look so cute like this. Love watching you cry. Wonder how many more tears I can get out of you like this. Open back up, sweetheart, I'm not finished with your mouth yet." 

Whimpers but does so immediately. Doesn't know how much longer he can last like this. Knows he'll be in trouble if he talks back again. But Duster doesn't make him go slowly this time. Wraps a hand around the back of his neck and starts to rock his hips into his mouth. Dabi sobs, delirious with his relief as he starts to move, as he readily lets Tomura work up into something faster as he licks along his shaft and swallows around him every time he sinks into his throat. No finesse left in him, is drooling, sobbing, moaning, all messy and desperate as he chases his lover's pleasure, chases his own, balls tightening with each rough thrust. 

"Fuck, that's it pretty boy, being so good for me. Come on, know you can do even better." 

Didn't think he had anything left but he's desperate to be good for Tomura. Wants to be forgiven for misbehaving so badly. Ignores how badly his jaw is hurting again, ignores the way pain sparks sharply along the edges of his lips. Presses hard, pushes until his nose is buried in the nest of white curls at the base of Tomura's cock and takes him as deep as he can into his throat and swallows. has to keep swallowing as they moan loudly, Tomura spilling down his throat. Dizzy as he drinks every drop, doesn't stop, doesn't pull back. Keeps going until Duster's hands are coaxing him back. Pulls off, a few strings of thick saliva and cum clinging to his lips. Realizes belatedly he can taste blood too. That there's blood smeared over the sides of Tomura's cock. Hard to register anything because he's floating through the haze of his own orgasm, cum splattered over his stomach and soaking into his shirt. 

Duster is wiping the tears off his cheeks again, lets out another soft bit of laughter. Dabi whimpers, thinks he's going to get into even more trouble, but when he manages to look up at him, his lover's eyes are so adoring on him. "Always like getting your throat fucked so much, baby boy." 

Too raw from the treatment to find his voice but he manages to nod. 

"Come here, sweet thing." Doesn't bother to wait for him to get his limbs under him, doesn't need to. More than strong enough now to pick him up and pull him into his lap. Peppers his face with soft kisses as he tucks them both back into their pants. Dabi melts against him, still floating. "Did such a good job, baby. Made up for misbehaving this week." 

Can't help the little relieved sob he gives, tucking his face into Tomura's neck, clinging to him. "I'm sorry," voice absolutely ruined. Can barely speak at all, can't bring his voice above a whisper. 

"Oh, baby boy, shhh, I know, I know. Love you so much, sweetheart." Pets his hair and presses a kiss to his temple, holding him a little tighter. "And I missed you while I was gone. Why were you so rude, kitten?"

"...missed you." Hides his face, mumbling into his shirt, knows he's staining it with his tears and, with what he can now tell, are more blood trails from the staples he apparently pulled at the edges of his lips. "Just wanted you to pay attention to me when you came home..." 

Duster sighs, can feel him shake his head slightly, voice gently amused. "I would have paid attention to you as soon as I got back if you'd behaved, baby."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs again, nuzzling in a little closer, like at any second Tomura will change his mind and abandon him again. 

"I know, kitten. Come on, put your arms around my neck." Does so immediately as he feels his grip shift so that he can lift him as he stands. "Gonna go get cleaned up and then I'll give you my attention for the rest of the day, that sound good, baby?" 

He nods, pressing a kiss to his neck just above his collar. "Thank you, sir. Love you." 

"Love you too, firefly. No more misbehaving." 

Shakes his head. Still feels miles away from his body. Couldn't misbehave right now if he wanted to. 

Might have something else to say about that when he does eventually pull himself out of this fog. But for now he's more than content to do exactly as he's told so long as he can stay in Duster's arms. 

Thanks so much for submitting! Still accepting prompts from this list!

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[morgana-ren]

In your au, who would you want to be your primary keeper? Or who brings you into the fold? Astarion, Reaver or Nightmare?

They fight over that actually.

Long ass post, btw.

There's dozens of various AUs-- and I do mean dozens-- where it's different each time. The only consistency is that they enjoy fucking each other over trying to be either the best-- or the worst-- boy. There's even some AUs where they didn't meet each other until later and got a little... unhinged without the support.

If you're asking which one you want to be your keeper (the one who brings into the fold usually gets a small bonus, but not for long), the answer is a resounding fucking none of them.

If I had to rank them from worst to best based on their previous behavior, I'd rank them thusly.

Worst Boy:

Nightmare.

Overall, Nightmare's behavior is the most abhorrent. It's a consist thing for him, more so than the others, if possible. It's literally what gets him off. He demands terror and reverence from his "romantic interests" and can quite literally smell their fear-- and likes it. The more they tremble when he comes near, the better. He's all pomp and decorum (he's a prince and he usually behaves as such) until it comes to the boudoir, and behind closed doors, menace doesn't even come close. He is quite literally from Hell and you can tell.

It's all about the dynamic with this one. You are the dirt beneath his feet and you should be grateful he lets you clean his boots with your filthy tongue. Clever girls obey him, and obeying him without question is the best thing that you can do, because he will beat it into you otherwise, but even then, you aren't safe. Clean his house, make him dinner, be his subservient little housewife-adjacent pet, and... well, actually, you won't be fine. Even if you do everything perfectly, he will find a reason to terrorize you.

He is the most likely to blame you for what's happening to you, if only to see you cry. He's going to hurt you badly, and then spend weeks and months breaking you down, destroying your will, making you cling to him. He'll threaten your family, your friends, and it's a threat he will usually follow through on-- or at least make you think he has. He wants you to adore and fear him in equal measure; to jump when he says jump and bend when he demands you bend, and if you do not bend, he will break you.

He's usually going to pretend desperately that he isn't interested--and Bane, he wishes he wasn't-- but in reality, he's just majorly repressed when it comes to sexuality now and going to do mental gymnastics to justify his disgusting actions to himself when tempted enough. He will hold off for as long as he can, thinking it a passing fancy, but eventually, he's going to be too enticed to stop himself.

Think of someone compulsively following their maid-- in this instance, you-- around critiquing your every move and just generally being a nightmare client, watching with unsettling closeness and just overall being inappropriate, before sighing like they're long suffering and forcefully bending you over the desk you're cleaning, moving your hands around with a bruising grip on your wrists while pressed blatant sexual-harassment close against your backside, showing you the "proper way to dust" while saying he had no idea someone could be so stupid as to not know how to do such a basic task. Then they ask if you're this bad in every aspect of your life and wonder aloud how you've managed to get this far in life without succumbing to your blatant stupidity. You're clearly a simple creature and not fit to lick the dust from the desk. He then tells you to agree. He then tells you to do it.

You have a nightmare of him that night, and you swear you can taste him when you wake up, sweaty and miserable with your heart racing. There is an actual bruise where he grabbed you in the dream and your insides are somehow sore and your throat is hoarse. He ignores you for the next few weeks. Until he doesn't.

That's Nightmare's idea of flirting for the first time, and all the while, he's stalking you and learning every miserable thing about you.

You are going to be convinced that he hates you and thinks you're disgusting, and you'd be right. Humans are disgusting creatures and he despises them-- except he's also inexplicably attracted to them. Especially the soft ones that smell nice and have clever little heads and gentle, breakable bodies. He doesn't like being out of control, and he considers lust a waste of his time now. He is going to take out the aggression he feels on you in every conceivable way for 'making' him feel it.

He's the least likely to take an interest because he fancies himself better than anyone and everyone, but that's actually a good thing, because the center of this man's attention is a very bad place to be. The thing about Nightmare is that Nightmare gets what Nightmare wants. He's deeply ambitious and despises weakness and believes that the strong are entitled to do whatever they want to the weak (Banite) so if you can't fend him off, you rightfully belong to him.

He has a weak spot for family and children, so that's nice at least! The thing he wants most in the world is his own family, with a wife who adores him and children of his own. Even as a king, he doesn't take concubines, because he considers it a barbaric practice that is beneath him.... until he finds a girl he genuinely wants. Then he justifies it. He's a fucking hypocrite is what I'm saying.

I could go on for ages about Nightmare, but that's the general gist. He's miserable in bed unless you earn it, except you will probably literally be bending over backwards to please him over and over again, and once he needs a break, you will be hobbling your ass to the kitchen to make him a grand meal. Pray he stays out of the kitchen, because watching some sweet little human girl cook for him gets him hot, and not only because he bends you over too close to the stove.

Nightmare is a fucking nightmare, and even though he is the least likely to take an interest, he's usually the one to spearhead the entire thing. He covets his brother's crushes and justifies swooping in each and every time. He's the most likely to develop true feelings because he won't touch someone he doesn't have a genuine interest in even if he won't admit it. If he touches you, that means you're in it for the long haul... and that's not always a good thing.

Anyway, if one of the three lays claim to you, you end up community property, but in that sweet, sweet few weeks where you only belong to one, just pray it isn't Nightmare. You'll need the head start (sometimes literally! He likes to play a little game where he lets you think you've escaped him only for him to hunt you down again at his leisure.) Tied for second worst: Both Reaver and Astarion.

Look, both of these bastards are absolutely awful. Nightmare takes slot number one because he literally gets off on pain, but the other two are horrible and sometimes worse depending on the situation. I would say Nightmare is the most likely to make you miserable overall because he's impossible to manipulate and just a crafty, genius little devil, but these lads are wretched for all the wrong reasons. I'll start with Reaver.

Reaver

Reaver is a rich prat, but that's... the least insufferable thing about him. And that's saying something because he's constantly mentioning it. He's hedonistic, libertine, and indulgent to the max. He's the most likely to harass the staff, and unlike Nightmare, he will sleep with anything and everything.

He's the most likely to try to pay you to sleep with him-- even though it's a 'very high honor' that he offers... and then he'll try to film it. If he's not actually interested and just bored, he'll let it go and find someone else if you reject him-- it's your loss, after all. But if he's actually taken a shine to you... No isn't an answer, and you'll be staring down the barrel of his gun if you try.

He will just sling you over his shoulder and carry you off, and even in a building full of people, no one will heed your screams. No one says anything, no one saw anything, and if anyone asks, they have no idea who you are. Anyone foolish enough to try and intervene is shot, and no one says a damn word. Just cleans the body. 'Workplace accident.'

Reaver is rich beyond compare, and that means he owns everything-- even you. Call the cops. Do it. I dare you. They will call him 'Mister Reaver' and apologize for wasting his time even if he is in the middle of ravaging you. They will leave you to his mercy, and if you're never seen again, then... well, then you don't, and your family never gets answers.

When Reaver takes an interest, he's the most likely to just outright approach you and offer to bed you, like I said before, and he's not above bribery. He'll offer you whatever you want. Money, prestige, power-- whatever tickles your fancy. He'll hire you on as an assistant and just... be uncomfortably close to you at all times. Outright leering, making inappropriate comments, undressing himself to change outfits mid-conversation, etc. He and the lads will ruin your life and prospects to ensure that you need this job-- and then he'll hold it over your head.

Reaver has the most blatant disgusting fantasies and kinks, and the means to carry them out. He revels in his depravity and is proud of it, even if it disgusts the other two, which it so often does. He's usually the proverbial 'devil on their shoulder,' encouraging them to follow their worst, most base instincts.

Reaver will demand you call him Uncle Reaver even in a professional setting, and will refer to you as his 'darling niece' in front of company. He follows this up by groping you, very much liking the reaction of both you and whoever else is in the vicinity, including you, especially if it's shock and horror. If you want to beg him for something (or more likely not to do something) you'd better use the proper name, or he pretends he doesn't know who you're talking to.

He's easily the biggest whore out of the group, usually banding together a string of thousands of one-night stands before turning his attention to one place for long. He's been alive for a very long time and prefers interesting people over all else. If you interest or stimulate him somehow, his old gaze is going to turn towards you. He will be perverse and open with his proposal, and it's happening one way or another.

Believe it or not, when Reaver is in love, he's typically monogamous and not opposed to marriage. He never thought himself capable of love, but in quite a few of the AUs, he's managed to find it. The others make that difficult, but they do eventually work out an arrangement. He lavishes his girl with love and affection but is still a completely cringy, eccentric weirdo who can't keep his fucking pants on ever and will ask for a blowie in exchange for the most basic manners.

Reaver is the scariest of the lot when he is angry. He's usually pretty easy going, but when he is angry (someone steals his darling or he's just fucking furious for whatever reason) even Nightmare tends to keep out of his way. He's absolutely and utterly terrifying.

He also has a tragic backstory that you... actually never unlock unless he fucking marries you, and even then, he's dodgy about it. You'll have to manipulate the other two into telling you. He also has two children he doesn't know are his, and has been in love before twice, and that and the mix of eternal life hardened his little heart into stone. Nightmare often manipulates him into paying for orphans and widows and all manner of things, Astarion lazes about his house and buys decadent things, and both of them leech off of Reaver when they're far too lazy to pay their own way.

Reaver is interesting to write because he's very much a wild card. he can be the kindest of the lot, being excellent in bed and doting on his love interest and swaddling them in affection and protecting them from the other two-- or he can be an antagonistic, assaulty ass, easily breaking the record for perversion to the point it makes the other two nauseous.

Astarion

In these AUs, Astarion never had the tadpole. He met Nightmare at a tavern one night with every intention of taking him to Cazador, and found a brother instead. After Nightmare helped him murder Cazador and used his power (after a hundred years or so of extra preparation) to ascend him himself, they were brothers forever. That's really the annotated version, there's been a lot that's happened.) (Also, they did try sleeping together, but it really didn't work. It was just awkward, so they ran off together to find someone else to abuse.) Astarion joined his pirate crew as first mate and sailed with him for years and years until they met Reaver and made the trio we have now. He is a Banite but isn't devout to the degree that Nightmare is. Exceptionally talented rogue.

But those aren't the details you're here for, are they?

Astarion favors charm when it comes to seducing his targets. At least at first. He doesn't sleep around quite as much as Reaver does, but he does still get around. Nightmare calls him a whore for this, but Nightmare never has sex with anyone, so Astarion just shrugs him off. He doesn't revel in the terror quite as much as Nightmare does either.

He wants his conquests to fight him. He gets off on brats and the heated exchange that happens, knowing full well that they can fight with all their strength, and he'll still come out on top. He wants you to scream and kick and claw and threaten him and hit him. You won't win, but he likes it when you try.

He's more likely to get off on the feisty, angry ones than the demure, sweet ones. He's the most likely to taunt you and give you hope that you can fight back, even as Nightmare rolls his eyes for giving you hope. He'll intentionally let you get the knife away from him only to yoink it back over and over again, deliberately antagonizing you.

The other two are constantly screeching at him to put the knife away. Astarion has a thing for scarring and carving that the other two just don't quite align with-- except Reaver, on occasion, but Astarion usually does his own name or some symbol indicative of him, and Reaver doesn't care about that. Nightmare ends up healing as many scars as he causes while scolding him and telling him off for tarnishing 'their property.'

He's arguably the most suave of the group, and will actively sabotage the other two to make himself the favorite boy. He will encourage Reaver and Nightmare to commit heinous atrocities to their poor dear just so he can swoop in and seem like the kindest, most rational choice. You'll be asking to stay the night with him and he'll coo and kiss your head and tell you of course, darling. I'll talk to the others. Surely they'll understand.

Then he walks into the library, flips them off, and tells them to eat shit. You chose him and they can fuck right on off. Reaver shoots him, Astarion throws a knife at his head, Nightmare electrocutes them both-- this is a weekly occurrence.

Astarion is just as much of a shit-kicking bastard, but he's suave about it. He'll play the game to make sure he's slightly less bad than the other options. If you're upset about something one of the other two has done, he'll whisk you away secretly for some 'private time' where he's actually very much capable of keeping his hands to himself and just listening. He's a mastermind manipulator in that way. He will deliberately set the other two up to fail, even if it's you who loses as well.

Astarion, in actuality, is the most human of the group. He's the most connected to empathy, solely because of his past. Ascension obviously did terrible things to his brain, but he is capable of slowing down and realizing when things have gone too far unlike the other two. More often than not, he's actually the voice of reason despite Nightmare being more of the 'header.'

Look, none of this even gets close to being able to elaborate on their strange dynamic because it's literal YEARS in the making, but this should give you some idea. If I had to be honest, I'd want Astarion to bring me into the fold. There's an AU where Astarion just has this consensual girlfriend that he's really enamored with and he's totally fine, and it's the other to that skulk about like ravenous mutts tempted by the smell of meat. ... And there's also AUs where Astarion has carved his entire name into your back and has you tied to a bed 24/7. So.. You know.

#morgana and friends #HUGE tw for just fucking everything #Pirates and devils and magnates oh my #these wretched three #could go on for ages.

[curscism]

Little HCs I got in mind simply bc I got a lot in mind lol

Chuuya has no pets despite badly wanting a dog because he has no time to take care of one, he is too much of an workaholic that he cannot afford to miss work to give a pet the attention they need and he thinks it would be cruelty to get one nonetheless and have someone else take care of it while he only gets the fun bits of the cake. If the purpose was having a pet, he wants to be the one taking care of it entirely.

Dazai has no pets simply because THIS MAN IS NOT SUITED TO TAKE CARE OF ANYTHING THAT DEPENDS ON HIM EVEN IF 1%, if the pet is not like 100% independent that if he turns his back for a couple days it won't be dead, then he is not qualified to take care of it. But, as showed in the canon media, Dazai has a good relationship cats as they're far more independent beings... yet, not enough for Dazai to genuinely own one. He is that guy who loves pets of other people...

Mori, unironically, likes cats. He's not Fukuzawa level of obsessed with them, but he feels more connected to them than he does with actual dogs... he feels like there is a mutual understanding there. Would take care of one if he had time, but, the Mafia building is hardly a place suited for pets and he hardly stops by his actual home so... no animals either.

Fukuchi is a 100% dogs person, it just is his entire aesthetic here. But, he does like cats when seeing them from afar... they remind him of Fukuzawa.

Fyodor doesn't have pets, batting an eye at him and you say he definitely owns rats... but, Fyodor seems to have a way better relationship with crows instead as they're extremely smart animals. He owed a pet crow once a long long time ago and it was his closest companion, more useful than humans even.

Francis could own any pet he wants in the entire world, I mean, if you have something he wants then just name your price and he gets it. If Zelda was to want any kind of pet, he'd get her without thinking twice... but, Francis himself has no preference on what pet he'd like... maybe a dog of pure breed? Cats are not really his thing... Rats are as disgusting as Fyodor... so, who knows.

#❴♥❵ out of snowflakes.

[fiddlethesecond]

tumblr won’t let me answer my asks, so I’m doing it here instead

Hi Bug!!! Thank you so much for sending these in!! ^//^ Bouquet: He wouldn't have one! He has very little actual regard for anything outside of himself, especially if it's not anything he can use to further his goals, so even the concept of having a favorite flower has probably never even crossed his mind! ------------------- Crush: It probably took him a long time to notice (at least from a human point of view; I have no idea how time passes for someone like him). But when he finally did actually notice that he was feeling unusually attached, he was probably equal parts amused and disgusted, tbh. I mean, that's kind of like a human developing a fondness for a single individual ant; he'd think it was sad and gross and hilarious and pitiful, and I think he would do his fuckin' best to never address or linger on those feelings EVER. Why waste time and energy muddling over the 'how' and 'why'-- or, god forbid, try to categorize or label it? There's no chains on him, baby! He'd just let it happen, maybe laugh over it sometimes, (probably get pissed over it in secret now and again) and maybe show me some favoritism from time to time (not that I'd ever need to know about that. What I don't know can't give me a big head!) --------------------- Date Night: I WANT TO DANCE WITH HIM. I WANT HIM TO TEACH ME HOW TO PARTY, SO, SO BADLY. I grew up stewing in so much anxiety and self-consciousness and self-hatred that I literally can't even remember the last time I cut loose; maybe never? And definitely not since I was a little kid. But Bill doesn't have those hang-ups! He doesn't let anything stop him! If he thinks something would be fun, he just does it! And no one else's opinion matters to him, because he's the center of his own world, so there's nothing holding him back from going just absolutely HOGGGG-WIIIIIILD And so I just think it would be amazing, to finally have a person and a place that I could just...have fun with. No rules. No societal expectations. No outside opinions! I could drink and scream and dance like shit and trip over my own feet, and not have to worry about masking, cuz Bill likes freaks and weirdos, so I'd finally fit right in. (And no one could ever say or do a goddamn thing about it, because Bill's the boss and if you crash his party, you get turned into a pile of salami.) --------------------- Hand Holding: Tbh, he doesn't really get it! It's been one trillion years (roughly) since he's had a physical form of his own, and based on some of the comments he made when possessing Dipper, it's implied that he may not be able to feel things at all(?), in a tactile sense. So, yeah, he can be touchy-feely, but I don't know that he really gets much out of it, other than using it to invade peoples' personal space and annoy them/make them uncomfortable. I, however...am very tactile, so odds are that I'd be the one initiating touch, most of the time! And he probably usually tolerates it, and even returns the gesture, if he's in a playful mood! ---------------------- Love Letters: Oh, he is TERRIBLE at expressing his feelings. Unless it's anger, amusement, or self-satisfaction, I get the sense that he is massively emotionally constipated. His runaway ego really gets in the way. I don't think he'd ever go so far as to say, 'I love you', and I'm okay with that! I just don't think he loves like a human does, but he's definitely capable of feeling fondness (even if that fondness is usually selfish). All I really want is for him to enjoy my company, genuinely; whether he sees me as a partner, or a lackey, or a pet-- or even just, like, a cool bug he found walking around on the sidewalk and stopped to watch for a while. He shows his fondness just by letting me hang out with him! And by letting me touch him-- maybe even inviting it, sometimes!-- and by humoring me, and laughing at my stupid jokes, and just generally tolerating my hopeless, clumsy human-ness. (And by maybe even becoming kind of endeared by that, in its own way.) It's really not an honor that he affords to most people! Fleshbags are a dime a dozen; I'm a very lucky guy!!

#ask memes / #bill #long post / #GOD THIS GOT SO FUCKING LONG I AM SO SO SORRY #I WOULD WRITE ESSAYS ABOUT HIM IF GIVEN THE CHANCE #THANK YOU AGAIN BUG YOU'RE AN ANGEL

[luveline]

in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

-

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

<3<3<3

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[kirishoshego]

Confidental Composition//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY !!!

This is the first part of my little 'Teachers Pet Series' (I will add the link once I got all parts covered and the right ideas).

Summary: A simple task fucked up late at night as you send the wrong version of a piece of homework to your English literature teacher Mister Bakugo. Of course, he would want to see you after class the next day. But not for the reasons you might think. Pairing: Docent!Bakugo x afab!student!y/n // Words: 4.2k+ Side note: Insert a friend or random name you want for X :)

TW: nsfw: slow burn (sorry), spanking with a ruler, hair pulling, being bend over a desk, calling him sir, spitting, choking, dirty talk, degrading, slight praise

„Write an essay about the worst description of a woman or coitus. In the essay, explain why it is bad and then rewrite it. At least 30 pages, max. 60 pages (sources and any other extras you please to include, excluded). Due Date: 8 weeks from now on, 35% worth of your end grade. Questions can be asked per E-Mail, or, if you must, I’m free every Wednesday afternoon for meetings strictly for this essay and this essay only.“

A sigh left your lips as you starred at the piece of paper for the tenth time today ever since he handed it out to you and your classmates. The options you had were endless, you knew so many bad pieces about both topics and could write more than 100 pages about them as well. Everyone in class you talked to had decided on their topic already, some were even further. It was X who told you to just write the topics on a piece of paper and let fate do its work.

Black ink on a badly ripped blue note decided that you were going to write about a sex scene. Just now that you thought about it, rewriting something like that for your professor to read was an awfully stupid idea, yet you decided to listen to a small piece of paper.

At first, you were going to go with Fifty Shades of Grey but you felt like the choice was chewed up and spat out. It took you three days to finally decide on a book and once you settled there was no turning back. Considering your ignited interest in this topic you weren’t surprised when you were done within the first four weeks. Knowing the editing is going to take another week, maybe even a week and a half, you decided to take a small break, just one or two days off. On your second day, you decided to visit the new coffee shop that had just opened up around the corner.

Never had you expected to see your professor near your living spot. You were about to greet him when you noticed his pissed-off expression on his face and only now did you spot the woman behind him. She grabbed his arm and made him turn on the relatively small and empty street.

„Suki you can’t be serious,“ she was angry and hurt, while he seemed to be angry and annoyed. Not much of a difference than to how you see him on the daily, to be honest. „Are you fucking stupid? Of course, I’m fucking god damn serious. It was your choice to cheat on me and now I choose to throw you on the streets where you apparently belong, go ask one of your little boy toys to take you in for all I care,“ you were frozen in place, not entirely sure what to do. Right now your eyes were glued on his chest that was clad in a tight, black pullover, rising up and down heavily as his nostrils were flared caused by his anger. „Because you gave me no choice! If you like that sort of weird, rough shit then paddle your own canoe! I need something soft and tender-,“ before she could finish her sentence he laughed. Cold and slightly maniac in a way.

„Then get some fucking chicken! If you don’t like how I’m in bed then break up with me and piss off but don’t send my best friend a nude to ask him to come over. Even a ten-year-old would see how stupid that is,“at that moment your eyes met. His eyebrows were furled together, red eyes expression furry and disgust. Blond hair usually styled like he was going to be on the cover of Vogue, like he had been before, now slightly messy. Plump lips slightly apart to let his teeth shine through slightly before wetting them with his tongue. Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were doing you waved at him, making him cock his eyebrows in confusion for a second before noticing it was you who he was looking at. Turning on your heels you walked past busy crowds of people as you walked back home, trying to understand what you had just seen and why your angry professor had turned you on more than anyone had done before.

It was a stupid idea to ditch the next teaching unit of his but you had absolutely no clue how you were going to look at him. You knew teachers had a private life themselves, but never would you have guessed that you would run into one of them in your small area. As far as you knew he lived across town according to the very, very few private stories he had shared in magazines.

„Dear Professor,

down below is my finished project as an attachment in form of a PDF. I know you request it to be printed as well and I had planned to hand it in today, but sadly I came down with the flu. I’m looking forward to attending your next unit in the following week.

Have a nice week,

Y/N Y/L/N“

Maybe he had forgotten that you were there already and you were worrying too much about it. You were his student, nothing more, nothing less. Bakugo could care less about you, right? The flu did go around a lot right now, so it wouldn’t be completely unthinkable that you were sick. Itching eyes signaled you that it was time to go to bed now, so you closed your laptop and went to bed, not knowing what the next day will hold for you.

X had waited for you at the main entrance the next day to give you all the information you might need and ask why you weren’t there, considering it was obvious that you had the flu for one day only. At first, you were hesitant to explain what you had witnessed, it was messy already and you doubt Mister Bakugo would want the fight to go viral at his workplace. „Just one of those days you know? I had my mind completely full and felt like crap,“ that was the best excuse you could come up with, a white little lie that wouldn’t harm anyone. „Glad to see you’re doing- Oh, hello Professor,“ X smiled at someone behind you. There was no need to turn around to know who it was, the scent of his very expensive and extremely beguiling perfume clouding your mind. „Hello,“ his gruff voice greeted your friend shortly as you turned around, met with his muscular chest. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you, but here you were, tilting your head slightly as you looked up to him through your lashes, feeling not just your cheeks growing hot. „Good morning Sir,“ your voice sounded a lot more confident than you were feeling. Bakugo clenched his fist around the fake leather of his bag, his red eyes starring right into your soul as you had no chance of escaping whatever was going to happen next. „Miss Y/L/N, just the person I was looking for,“ fuck. „You were?“ X and you said at the same time, but your friend decided to excuse themself after a single glare from the older man. „How may I help you, Professor?“ You asked after swallowing down the anxious feeling that threatened to rise. „I received your Mail yesterday, with the PDF,“ okay, why did he search you just to tell you he got your assignment? Was it that bad? „But I’m relatively sure that it was the wrong one, considering I doubt that you want your teacher to know that 'this shit is so bad, but I wouldn’t mind being bent over a writing desk like that' with a smirking emoji at the end,“ only when his finger pushed your chin upwards gently you noticed that it was agape, shame filling every molecule in your body as you already planned your escape out of this country. Nobody was near you to see the weirdly intimidating scene happening between you and your teacher.

„Also I know you didn’t have the flu. I don’t appreciate being lied to. Tomorrow five p.m. in my office, don’t be late or you will get in more trouble. Send me the actual version tonight so I can grade it. I won’t let something as unprofessional as this slide again, understood?“ You nodded, taking in all of the information given to you, and somewhat in all of this mess felt thankful that he was giving you a second chance. The man in front of you rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, ordering you to speak up. „Yes Sir, thank you,“ you sounded more confident than you felt inside. „Good,“ was all Bakugo said before he turned around, leaving you behind in the big hall dumbfounded and confused… And horny.

As if Chronos himself felt immense joy in your misery, minutes appeared to be hours and the panic inside of you only grew the closer you came to five in the afternoon. You tried everything, watching a show, listening to podcasts and audiobooks, reading a book you had put of for so long, went outside, cooked something, worked on another assignment, stopped yourself from destroying your hair, made the phone call you so desperately had put off and it’s still only ten p.m on the same day. How was that even possible? As you laid in bed you tossed and turned, the thought of your really hot teacher all angry, breathing heavily, his hands roaming your body. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when those thoughts turned into a very lucid dream, but when you woke up in the morning, already an hour too late to your first period, all you wanted to do was scream into your pillow.

Considering first class is canceled, you wanna go grab breakfast? X texted you.

Canceled? Checking your mails you saw your teacher had sent out a mail, excusing themselves and explaining they came down with the flu. A blessing in disguise. You let X know that you would meet up at the building and go grab something near it. Once agreed, you took a quick shower, a moment of peace given to you as water hit your body. There was no way you could do anything between your last class and the meeting with Professor Bakugo, so you tried to look your best possible for the next upcoming hours.

Suddenly time flew by and the closer you got the more you begged for a little bit more time, for him to postpone it, anything. But no, here you were, five minutes early and looking around to spot the blond man with no luck. „Miss Y/L/N. Step inside,“ you jumped slightly as his voice boomed up behind you, not expecting him to be in the office already.

Once you walked inside you were stunned about how clean everything was, no matter where you looked it was neat. His books were sorted alphabetically with marks between them to let him know when a new letter began. As far as you could tell he used cherry wood for his pieces of furniture, a big, black carpet in a corner underneath a small seating area, and some books placed on the table. Even his paperwork was stacked in order. Big glass windows allowed the evening sun to fall into the room, its warmness kissing your skin while you were seated in front of him, a big writing desk between the two of you, on it your work.

It was quiet for a short moment, before he leaned back in his chair, red eyes mustering you up and down which didn’t help at all. „What would you like to talk about first? Your assignment or the fact that you lied to me?“ Why was he so bothered by your lie? You knew plenty of students calling in sick every once in a while even though they aren’t. „I apologize for both of it. It shouldn’t have happened and I learned from my mistake,“ you were hoping that it would ease his anger a little bit but he seemed more worked up than usual. „Although I don’t understand why you are so angry at me for it? Plenty students lie-,“ „Yes, but they aren’t stupid enough to make it so obvious,“ he interrupted you. „I could care less about who’s missing my class, it’s their fault in the end if they decide learning is unnecessary. However you are one of my top students, I expected better from you. You could have excused yourself with no explanation. But you chose to add the feeble lie about being sick for what?“

You took in a deep breath, feeling as if another lie would be caught immediate, so you had no other choice but to tell him the real reason: „I heard the fight you had with the woman you were with, in the café, and I didn’t know how to react when I see you in your class,“ there was a small moment where he looked honestly confused before something clicked in his brain. „So it was you who I saw. What did you hear?“ „I can’t really rem-,“ „One more lie and I will lose my temper, don’t test me,“ shit, why was he turning you on so much right now. He’s your teacher for god’s sake and angry at you, this wasn’t the right time. „That she doesn’t agree with certain things in your private life,“ „Like?“ he knew you tried to talk around it, yet he wanted you to talk about, to see you embarrassed again, he liked that look on you. „The way you fuck,“ it was said before your brain could even comprehend the words, another apology laying at the tip of your tongue but his next question cut you off before you could say something else. „Why were you there in the first place? I’ve been there a few times and never saw you or any other student,“ he explained. „Because I live close by?“ It sounded more defiantly than you had wanted, causing your opponent to cock his eyebrow.

„I feel like you’re forgetting who’s the authority figure here,“ he walked up to his door, locking it before coming back. Now he was right in front of you, slightly sitting on his desk and the sleeves of his button-up shirt pushed up a little. „No sir, I’m sorry,“ „You see, the problem is, I don’t really believe you,“ with that he pulled you up, bodies pressed against each other, letting you feel his toned torso while the muscles in his arms flexed slightly.

„You lied to me once already, I think I have to teach you a lesson,“ everything happened so fast and you suddenly found yourself face down on his desk with his hand between your shoulder blades, the other one grabbing his wooden ruler. „If I recall correctly this is what you wanted right?“ His voice was low, slightly above a whisper as his upper body was pressed against your back while he pulled a few hair strands from your face. „Yes, but Professor I don’t think this is a good idea,“ your inner voice yelled at you, saying this was the best idea ever, angry that you possibly ruined your dreams coming true.

„Tell me to stop and I will do so immediately. Your choice. There will be no consequences if you worry about that,“ he reassured you, waiting for you to get up and run, but you didn’t and the current position allowed him to feel you clench your legs. „So?“ He asked again, the ruler in his hand basically burning with the anticipation of hitting your skin. „No, don't stop,“ you breathed, awaiting his next move.

„Good,“ with that he exposed your raised ass, your underwear the only thing between your bare skin and the wood that came down upon it, one foot raising in the air because of the sudden pain. „From now on if you say stop I won’t listen, you will tell me how you feel through colors. If it’s too much you tell me red and I will drop everything, understood?“ Another spank was delivered to the same spot.

„Yes,“ another one. You weren’t sure if he hit harder or if your skin turned more sensitive with every blow.

„It’s sir to you,“ you could feel him lunge out but shortly before the ruler came down he stoped, laughing slightly at your small jump.

„Yes sir,“ another one.

„You’re going to apologize every time my ruler paints your cute ass even redder, got it?“ You nodded your head, a moan escaping the back of your throat as he spanked you yet again.

„One more thing, be a good girl and stay quiet, wouldn’t wanna get caught now do we?“ He knew it was going to be torture for you to follow his order the more he continued and in a way he wanted you to fail. There was so much build-up inside of him and it appears that you were willing enough for him to use you as he pleased. That’s why you were his favorite. Bakugo knew what he was doing was wrong and he never expected to feel this way for one of his students but forbidden fruit tastes the best.

You stopped counting after the seventh blow, sorries, sirs and small whimpers fall from your lips as if they were your whole vocabulary. At one point you started crying, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks. He tried to remember something that turned him on more than the sight of your messed-up body with no luck. Everything build up inside of him, everything itching in his hands, the inner desires he had to soften for his ex, it all was going to come down on you. His thick girth twitched at the simple thought of finally being surrounded by your dripping wet cunt.

A warm soft hand rubbed over your bruised flesh while the other one found its way into your hair to pull you up to him, your back arched.

„What are you sorry for?“ Your mind was clouded with pleasure and pain, the only thought right now was the feeling of his dick print right between your sore cheeks. „I asked my little bitch a question, I expect you to fucking answer,“ this time he spanked you with his hand but it was just as intense as his ruler. „I don’t know,“ you breathed, a soft moan slipping out of you when his thumb barely circled your throbbing clit. „You’re just apologizing because you want me to use you?“ You could hear him chuckle lowly before he pushed your underwear to the side, his middle finger now playing with you. „Yes sir,“ Katsuki couldn’t hear a single ounce of shame in your voice and he wondered how long you had been thinking about him like this before.

„I never expected you to be such a dumb, cock hungry whore,“ The sound of his belt hitting the floor was dull like it was far away from you but at the same time, you felt him closer than before. Strong hands around your waist turned you around and once again he lifted your head with his finger underneath your chin, studying your ruined make-up as if he was memorizing every little detail he never wanted to forget. The blond, muscular man lifted you with ease, your behind getting a small moment of cooling as it hit his wooden desk.

Bakugo dried your tears slightly with his thumb, smearing it even more. „Only for you,“ you whispered and in that moment he couldn’t stop himself, he just had to kiss you. Not sweet and gentle, but passionately and hungry, like he was poisoned and your kiss was the antidote. The hand behind your head traveling to the front as you were laid down completely.

„If I had known before I would have fucked you so much sooner,“ with one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of you, one hand over your mouth because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and the other one around your throat, squeezing shut and watching you struggle against it slightly. Your professor was thicker than what you were used to and you didn’t know how good it would feel until now. With the first few snaps of his hips, you knew you never wanted to feel something else anymore.

Your hands went to his arms and you tugged on them, causing him to let go as the blood found its way back to your brain. „Color?“ he asked, afraid you weren’t able to handle him. „Green,“ was all you could get out before another moan cut off your ability to talk.

„Good girl,“ he whispered into your ear, kissing down from your earlobe to your shoulder before sucking on a rather sensitive spot. Both of your wrists were held over your head with his left hand, with the explanation that he doesn’t appreciate being stopped while using you however he pleased. The right hand was going from between your chest after he admired your bouncing tits thoroughly, to your stomach to connect with your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Bakugo switched from circles to eights, from fast to slow, but the harshness of his hips never haltered.

„I know you wanna scream right now, but I can’t allow that. Can’t let others hear what a dirty slut you are for me right now. I promise I will fuck you in my house if you behave now. You can moan my name as much as you want. Or maybe I will gag you, watch you drool all over yourself. Maybe I will tie you up and edge you for an hour straight until you’re begging me to fuck you, you like the sound of that, huh? I can feel you squeezing around me,“ another chuckle left his plump lips as he watched you struggle to stay up on your feet.

„Maybe I will let you choke on my dick while I work on something for the next lesson. Gonna use you as my little cum dump. Let you think about it again when I talk about it in front of the whole class. Do-,“ you were so close when a sudden knock on the door startled you both, but he never once stopped what he was doing, if anything he went even harder, whispering into your ear to be quiet for him.

„Hey Kat, your ex is outside and says she wants to talk, want me to send her in?“ It was the psychologist professor Shinso, his voice as done and deep as usual. „No, I’m occupied,“ Bakugo saw your mouth open after you fought so hard against it, he couldn’t let you moan, not right now. He did the first thing he could think of, spitting into it and watching you swallow. Oh, he would definitely film you do this with his cum covering you everywhere and the thought brought him slightly closer to his release. „Still grading papers huh? I don’t get where you got all of that energy from,“ his voice was blurred out by Bakugo whispering into your ear. „Do you want me to tell you what we're doing right now? Let him know I’m fucking my little toy stupid right now?“ And while you were shaking your head no it was the last straw for you and you found yourself grabbing his hand to put over your mouth, biting your lips until you tasted blood to muffle the scream you couldn’t stop. Bakugo cursed under his breath when he could feel you throbbing around his dick and your nails digging into his arm. „Tell her to leave me the fuck alone, she’s already forgotten,“ his voice sounded strained and you knew he was close as well. „Ah, I see. Well then have fun,“ his laugh was fading away the further he went.

„Can’t believe that made you cum, you’re even more perfect than I thought, such a dirty girl, tsk,“ both his hands are on your hips and he pulled your body against him with every thrust. You were still coming down from your orgasm when you felt his thrusts turning sloppy before he stopped completely, his dick now pulsing while he was holding you tightly. Breath uneven and getting stable on his feet again he turned you around, careful so he wouldn’t hurt you.

„Next time I gonna make sure you can’t walk but right now I need you to be able to leave the building,“ he pulled his pants back up and added: „Sadly,“ before walking around his desk.

It was still hard for you to stand so you sat down, wincing as the usually soft cushion now felt like thousand of tiny spikes on your bruised ass. Before you pull your bottoms up again he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, once again with a stern expression on his face you were so familiar with.

„I apparently really fucked you stupid if you think I let you leave like this,“ having him put cooling cream on your bare bum felt more intimate than having him be balls deep inside you. „Sorry I just thought-,“ „Well, you thought wrong. I don’t know what kind of boys you had in the past but now that you have me there are going to be changes, got that?“

#bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugo katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha bakugou smut #bnha bakugo smut #mha bakugo smut #mha bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugo x y/n smut #bakugo x you smut #bakugo x reader smut #bakugou x y/n smut #bakugou x you smut #bakugou x reader smut #bnha bakugo x reader smut #bnha bakugo x you smut #bnha bakugo x y/n smut #bnha bakugou x you smut #bnha bakugou x reader smut #bnha bakugou x y/n smut #mha bakugo x y/n smut #mha bakugo x reader smut #mha bakugo x you smut #mha bakugou x y/n smut #mha bakugou x reader smut #mha bakugou x you smut #mha bakugo katsuki x you smut #mha bakugo katsuki x y/n smut

[finelinevogue]

could you write something about the readers parents not liking her and harry comforts her please

ok this is going to be quite sad and angsty so hold on tight!

Y/N was crying in her room. Again.

This was turning out to be a daily occurrence now. Wake up. Get shouted at. Go to school. Learn how to dissect a frog and master how to write the perfect essay. Come home. Get shouted at. Sleep. The weekends, she didn’t get all the good in-between stuff, it was just waking up to be shouted at.

For what? Well not even Y/N could answer that.

Her parents had despised her since the day she was born, or at least Y/N presumed. She was never allowed to go out without permission from her parents. She was not allowed to eat certain foods, because “she didn’t need to be any fatter”. She wasn’t supposed to wear anything inappropriate. She wasn’t allowed relationships. Although that last one, she cheated on.

Harry had been Y/Ns best friend all through high-school, until they reached college and Harry couldn’t wait any longer to make her officially his. He wanted her so badly. She was his best friend but he craved for more. It took Y/N a lot of persuading, but it was the best thing she’d ever done for herself. Harry was kind to her. He treated her with respect and love - something she’d never had from her parents.

Having a relationship whilst being instructed you weren’t allowed one, made things very difficult. Harry could only see Y/N when she allowed him to. After finishing chores she would tell her parents she was going to grab food or cleaning supplies from the grocery store, only to go and spend a few hours with Harry in his treehouse. She would always come back with a bag full of shopping and made sure she covered the hickeys on her neck well. It would be hard to explain their origin of those marks to her parents.

“Y/N!”

Her mum had never provided her with a nickname, only ever calling her by her proper name. Harry gave her nicknames and pet names galore; baby, honey, sweetheart, lovie, darling and petal to name but a few.

You had learnt that shouting back was “never okay” so you left your bedroom and walked down the stairs to find your mum, who’d just shouted for you.

“Yes mum?” You timidly asked, standing at the door with your fingers fiddling with each other.

Your mum turned and scoffed at the sight of you. “Oh Jesus Y/N! You look horrible. That dress is disgusting.” It just so happened to be your favourite dress - a simple, long - as necessary - white dress with pretty flowers embroidered in baby pink and blue across the skirt. It made you feel like a weightless princess. “Don’t you agree?” Your mum asked your dad.

“Oh yes. Too much fat showing.” Your dad lovingly commented back.

You looked down at yourself, thinking that maybe it was showing a bit too much skin and therefore showing off your fat. Harry always told you that you were completely beautiful - an angel - but it was hard to believe on days like this. You crossed your arms over your chest in discomfort. Speaking back would only make things worse, so you took the verbal abuse as it came.

“Now,” your mum sat up a bit more, “i’m finding it really hard to look at you right now, Y/N, because i’m hurt by you.” Tears, fake of course, were forming in her eyes.

“W-why?”

“Mrs Tucker said she saw you and a young boy kissing outside the grocery store the other night - the same night you said you were going to pick up cleaning supplies.” Your heart dropped to your feet, because it was true. You had been with Harry. You’d never thought about anyone catching you, mainly because you thought no one cared about you enough. Mrs Tucker does like a good gossip though, dammit.

“A boy Y/N!” Your dad shouted in reiteration, making you flinch to the noise.

“Now I told Mrs Tucker that was being silly. That lady will do anything for a natter.” You stilled, thinking you were off the hook, but you should ‘t have been so quick to let your guard down. “Until your dad and I followed you to the grocery store the next night, although we never reached the store did we Y/N? No we were outside a house instead.”

Oh no. You are so dead.

“A boys house, Y/N? You weren’t raised to be a whore.” Your dad spat at you, turning away from you as if the sight of you was disgusting.

“God knows who he is or what you’re doing with him, but it stops. Right now, today.” Your mum gritted through her teeth, obviously trying to keep her calm.

“But—”

“No!” You mum screamed. “I will not be seen as the mother of a daughter who sleeps with random boys, instead of studying and working hard for her family!”

This was so 1800s. This was your life.

You had actual tears forming in your eyes now, unlike those your mum bared. It was so silly that this was making you cry but you were so upset that they thought they could control your life this way. It was devastating.

“I-I.. I love him though.” You choked out between tiny sobs, “I love him.” You whispered - that having been the first time you’d told someone else other than Harry. It actually felt good. Relieving. To declare your love for Harry made the world feel possible.

“Love? You no nothing about love.” You dad rolled his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“The only reason I don’t know about love is because I never got it from either of you.” You started to fight back. This was a battle you were determined to win. No more hiding behind a timid figure. You were willing to stand up for yourself - no one else was going to.

“Because there’s nothing to love about you!”

You didn’t recall who this came from, all you remember is your heart dropping below the floor and fleeing from the room. Fleeing from the house. Fleeing from a family who didn’t see you as anything but a human being. You weren’t a daughter to them. You were nothing. Your heart called elsewhere. It yearned for the person closest to you.

It wasn’t until you were met with Harry’s front door that you realised where you were and what had happened.

“Oh Y/N! Hi lov—” Anne greeted you, until she saw that you were crying heavily and your chest was rising rapidly. “Harry!” She shouted into the house, leaving you a brief moment to collapse onto the floor in front of you. You didn’t care for the pain that ran through your knees from the impact - only the pain in your heart from the break it had just suffered.

“Woah angel, hey, hey.” Harry was by your side within seconds, completely incasing his body around you. Your head laid buried against his warm chest and his arms hugged you close to him like never before. His smell was one of home. He encompassed you and made you feel safe and loved. You weren’t alone.

“I-i’m unloveable.”

“But I love you.” Harry whispered against your hair, warm air softly kissing your skin.

“Yes, but—”

“No, “but”. I love you, Y/N L/N, I really fucking do. You’re my other half, baby.” He kissed your forehead a few times, knowing that’s your second favourite place to be kissed. “Your parents don’t deserve you, they really don’t. They’re cruel and cold-hearted, but that doesn’t mean I am. I think you’re beautiful, clever and kind. I think you’re everything i could ever want. And I know that you can’t be unloveable, because i’m, so deeply, in love with you.”

Harry continued to rock you, as your cried into his chest. You’d never believed in yourself before meeting him and you never thought that he could be so genuine towards you. He couldn’t care less what your parents think, as long as he helped remind you that you’re none of what they think of you. You’re so much better than mindless words. You make you you, not your parents. Harry’s helped you discover who you are and who you want to be. Even though your miles from becoming who you want to be, and you have your setbacks, you’re proud of how far you’ve come.

You cried against his chest, until the pain softened and your could regain your breath again. You unburied yourself from his hold and looked up to him with love in your eyes.

“There’s my beautiful girl, looking like a princess in you pretty dress.” He smiled down at you, even though you knew you had puffy eyes, red cheeks and a snotty nose. He loved you and all your perfect imperfections.

“Thank you, H.” You said with a wobble to your lips, really meaning your words.

“I know, baby.”

“I really do love you too.” You made sure he knew. His heart fluttered a little faster over your words. He leaned down to kiss you gently, minding all the salty water and grimy snot that laid on your face. His kiss sent butterflies swarming through your stomach and a new type of red appeared on your cheeks.

“Waffles anyone?” Anne asked as she stood at the door, the smells of sweet honey and cream only hitting you now. It was that moment that you realised your heart had never belonged with your parents, your heart belonged here, with Harry. Forever and always.

#harry oneshot #harry blurb #harry styles imagines #harry styles concept #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles sad #finelinevogue harry styles #finelinevogue

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

How would Dabi, Hawks and Tomura react to walking in on their darling masturbating and saying their name?

Dabi would be so proud and smug, lmao. For all the hatred they claimed to have for him kidnapping them, the disgust on their face when he gets too close...guess it was all just an act to keep their pride intact.

He'd watch them for a little bit and enjoy the show they're putting on while touching himself. It wasn't difficult for him to get hard whenever he heard them moaning and whimpering his name while playing with themselves, especially when they said it in that breathy slutty voice.

He'd finally decide to interrupt them and come into the room with his cock hidden behind his trenchcoat. "You called?" He'd enjoy watching them hastily cover themselves and try to make an excuse for why they were calling out his name, but he'd just inch closer and ignore them with a grin. "Sure you weren't asking for this?"

If they willingly spread their legs for him, he'd enjoy teasing them for finally submitting and getting so turned on by the thought of fucking their captor. If they still protested, he'd ignore them and degrade them for trying to pretend they didn't want him; they're really hiding how much they want him now, after he saw them fucking their hand and whining his name?

Hawks's feathers would perk up at the slightest sound coming from ____'s room, and he'd want to check on them just in case something was wrong. He wasn't expecting them to be moaning his name though, at least not like THAT.

He'd listen through the closed door for a while and then carefully open it to watch what they were doing. He couldn't imagine just how wonderful they looked toying with themselves, sighing and murmuring his name so softly until he saw it for himself. The sight of them fucking themselves while thinking of him made his cock immediately stir in his pants; despite his suave persona, I assure you this man can count his sexual partners on one hand and his Darling can get his dick hard just from hugging him.

He wouldn't know if he should rush in there and join them or just watch from the crack in the door while touching himself. He had been working so hard to earn their trust after kidnapping them, but he had such a strong urge to rip all his clothes off and give them what they desperately wanted from him as they moaned his name.

Eventually he'd give in to his baser urges and join them in bed, quickly shushing them with a kiss while he touches and caresses them. Even if they act like they hate him, he always hoped they'd love him after a while. He's going to make sure he tastes and feels every inch of ____'s body and makes all their fantasies come true, and he can't stop telling them he loves them whenever he's about to cum.

Tomura acknowledges that he isn't very conventionally handsome, so whenever he forces himself on his Darling he doesn't expect them to reciprocate it at all. He doesn’t care about how much they resist, but sometimes he wishes they would get Stockholm Syndrome after a while so that they'd be more willing to fuck him (just like one of his doujins!)

So when he hears his Darling saying his name and softly moaning something about wanting to cum so badly, he stops in his tracks and just stands frozen while he listened to them touch themselves. Once he snapped out of his trance, he'd peek at them through the door to his room and start salivating at the sight of their legs spread apart while playing with one of their nipples. And they were saying HIS name while they touched themselves. They WANTED him.

He wouldn't wait very long before throwing the door open and pouncing on them. He's so happy that his Darling wants him and he'd be confused/hurt if they tried to resist him--why were they saying his name if they didn't want him to fuck them? They're just being stubborn or trying to hide that they wanted to be diddled by their kidnapper.

If they didn't resist at all, he'd be SO fucking happy. He can't stop smiling as he slips on some special gloves over some of his fingers and plays with their most sensitive parts, and leaving sloppy kisses and love bites all over their skin. He wants to mark them as HIS Darling, HIS pet. It's the best way to celebrate finally having someone who loves and wants him like this. Once he finishes, he just collapses against them and can't stop cuddling them with a tired and fucked-out smile on his face. He can't remember the last time he felt this good.

#.bnha #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #yandere hawks #yandere tomura #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.dabi #.hawks #.tomura #.myshit #.queue

[angry-geese]

Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

#jjk x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuji x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #poly #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[wildernessuntothemselves]

All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery. 

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

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A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

#stray kids smut #minho smut #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!reader

[thehandsresisthim]

Monster Sized

Dabi | Todoroki Touya / Reader

Synopsis: Touya is your pet. He misbehaves and you punish him accordingly.

nsft / dominant reader / sex toys (small vibrator, plug, big monster dildo lol) / pet play (Touya is addressed as puppy, mutt, etc., reader is handler, master etc.) / bondage (handcuffs) / degradation / dumbification / size kink / stomach bulge due to the dildo / not beta read

"Oh, my dumb little mutt. I think I haven't properly kept you in check - you sure seem like nothing but a bitch in heat, begging for a big cock to fill you up, don't you?"

He sure overstepped your limit this time.

You harshly janked on his leash, "come on, bitch, we're going to the bedroom," and Touya had no choice but to follow you, crawling on all fours - he still vividly remembers the time he tried following you walking upright and the harsh punishment which had followed that.

Once in the room, you secured Touyas leash on one of the bed posts and walked over to the drawer you kept your sex toys in - thank goodness you hadn't told Touya about your newest purchase yet! The huge, oversized dildo would surely suit a bitch like him. But you would ensure that it stayed a surprise, only taking out a pair of handcuffs, deciding that the grand reveal would happen later on.

"Hop onto the bed, doggy." you said, glaring at Touya. Sadly, he decided to be a brat.

"Why the f-fuck would I?", Touya tried to seem confident, but he couldn't even properly understand what you were saying - he was way too needy to focus on your command.

You sighed. "I'm gonna count down from three. If you aren't on the bed by one, you're not going to like what'll happen to you."

He just glared.

"Three."

Touya seemed torn between wanting to disobey, and being afraid of your punishment, but he still did not move.

"Two."

He felt like his brain was broken - he couldn't focus on anything but the stimulation on his prostate and how the plug was spreading his hole, creating pressure. What did his handler say again? He tried, but his dumb mind couldn't handle it, - go towards his handler? That seemed realistic, so he started crawling.

He slowly moved up, getting on all fours from the previous position he had been sitting in, and started crawling. Intrigued, you decided to hold down the countdown for a moment to give him a fair chance at getting up.

He did not get onto the bed, but rather crawled towards you.

Oh, your dumb little mutt. He truly was a brainless bitch.

He continued to crawl, until the leash stopped him. Frustrated, he attempted to go further, but obviously couldn't.

"Oh, sweetheart, you truly can't do anything, can you? No, your handler has to constantly keep you in check."

Sighing, you decided to give up on trying to teach him any commands for now. Dumb whores like him only needed to be breed, right now there was no point in teaching him.

You took him by the collar and dragged him onto the bed, his lanky limbs getting in the way of things.

Touya growled, "Fuck you". You sighed once more, not responding to the mans rude response. He did not deserve this kind of attention right now, it was best to keep silent to make sure he understood that his vocalized opinion did not matter to you - he wasn't worthy of a response.

Quickly, you secured his arms to the bed using the cuffs. If only he hadn't been so disrespectful.

For the first time in the last hour, you looked at his pitiful cock. It was fully erect - not that the little thing was impressive - and coated in his streaky precum. The tip was bright red, most likely an effect of the continuous teasing you had subjected him to earlier in the day - before he decided to misbehave and make you mad, resulting in the punishment right now. If only he had behaved better, than he would've reached his climax already and you both could've been cuddling on the sofa whilst watching a show, but no, your mutt had to just ruin everything with his filthy mouth.

You took to spreading his legs, slowly rubbing over the staples which badly connected burned and healthy skin. He truly was pathetic.

"Oh, finally. Are you goin'... fuck me already? Took you long en-enough. My hole is really stretched out from the plug, ya' know?" Touya tried to keep his voice calm, like he couldn't care less whether you made him cum or not, but you could see right through him. He was aching to finally release his seed, but you knew that that wasn't going to happen for a while longer.

Softly, you removed the plug from his sensitive hole. He whimpered and moaned throughout the entire process, clearly enjoying your touch.

Afterwards, you coated your fingers in lube and went straight for his hole, immediately putting the bullet vibrator inside of him. It became warm, like the rest of his insides. You chuckled a little and pushed it further into him, rubbing it right against his prostate.

Touya couldn't hide his arousal at that, groaning loudly whilst his cock twitched.

You decided that teasing him with the vibrator would be fine for now - you'd take out your surprise later.

+++

"Please don't - don't, no - miss - it's way too big! It won't fit, my hole won't be able to take it! I-I don't want to, miss I-", Touya complains, but you just slap him across the face, effectively shutting him up.

He cries even harder, full on sobbing, as you start to press the lubed up monster dildo against his equally lubed hole.

He also tries shaking and squirming away, but that also does nothing.

If only your poor, confused, dumb dollie hadn't been such a bitch - then maybe he would not have to experience his hole being stretched out further and further and completely filled by a monster cock. But alas, he was.

As you slowly put in the tip, Touyas eyes visibly started to widen, and he continued to whimper - most likely trying his best to deal with the situation. The plastic dick started to gently pry apart his opening and it was obvious how much it was affecting Touya - his breathing became heavier, his still painfully neglected, pitiful nub of a cock started to twitch, he was sweating, and loud noises escaped his mouth.

But you relentlessly continued. As the dildo filled out most of his ass, but still not touched his prostate, the true effect on Touya started to show - he loudly sobbed, the shock in his face clearly evident - it was too much for his poor, cute, once tight hole.

You started to use your fingertips to softly trace the stomach bulge the dildo created. This obviously didn't go unnoticed by Touya - he lifted his head and crained his neck to also take in just what was happening to his small body.

"Look, little one. Your hole is almost all filled up now. Feels good, doesn't it? Maybe my cute little bitch can behave, now that he is being breed all good."

"F-fat fuckin' chance of th-wah! Ahn- miss- feel good -big- cock inside my hole, rubbing against - ngh-", Dabi tried to protest, until you, mid sentence, rammed the plastic all the way in, pummeling into his hungry, greedy ass.

Overwhelmed with being filled up so suddenly, Touya started to grip onto the sheets in a poor attempt to ground himself.

Slow at first, but then picking up on speed, you started fucking Touya using the toy. His reaction was delicious - eyes widening, sobbing, light screams, body twitching and squirming around, arms flailing, - the whole ordeal.

His cute cock started getting even more interested in what was going on - the thing looked like one would only need to touch it once to bring it to an orgasm, so that's what you did.

Using the hand which wasn't occupied with guiding the dildo in and out of his hole, you slapped his cock - hard. Touya wailed, hips lurching forward, torn between the pain and pleasure.

Upon seeing that he hadn't cum yet, you repeated the action a few times, at the same time making sure to fuck the toy right up against his prostate at the same time as the blow to his nub.

Obviously, the breeding bitch couldn't control himself - his cum shot out of him soon afterwards, dirtying your hand and his body.

But this didn't deter you - no, he should be happy that someone was willing to touch his disgusting cock. So, you continued to fuck him, but opted to massage his nub instead of slapping it, since your arms were getting tired.

At first, Touya didn't realize what was going on - not until the last droplet of his pathetic sperm stopped leaving his cock and the after shocks of his first orgasm fizzled out.

No, your dumb little mutt left his mouth wide open - tongue out - and rolled his eyes onto the back of his skull. You wished you could take a photo, but for now, your memory would be enough.

Just a few moments after, he sure did realize it, though - based on your malicious smirk and your calculated movements, Touya was sure you were out to torture him further.

Each stroke on his twitching, aching little cock, the soft touches on his tummy bulge and hits of the dildo to his oversensitive prostrate were ensuring that he was properly punished - it didn't take long for him to feel a second orgasm coming.

Amidst screeching, screaming, moaning, groaning, whimpering and gasping, Touya tried to tell you what his nub of a cock was about to do - he really did - but the words just wouldn't come out!

And after that, it was already too late to warn you - he was already releasing for the second time.

This time, he knew what you were going to do after - not that he could prepare much for the continued stimulation other than maybe beg you to stop. So that's what he did, although his stupid mind was also fucked out, and thinking was hard for a bitch like him - "miss- cock hurts - too big - m'hole is all stuffed - soo full! So good-nh, but - too much... ahhn-" and "please, need break, cock can't cum, cock can't cum!"

Touya was absolutely miserable. His hole was stretched beyond belief, his cock was red with how many times you've slapped it, the prolonged edging before hand, and now, the overstimulation, his face was covered in his drool, there was cum all over his shaking, aching body - he needed a break.

But sadly, you don't care. Why would you? He surely has one more for you, doesn't he? So, you don't even slow down.

"Just one more, puppy. If you apologize and promise to do better, mutt." you explain to him.

Based on Touyas facial expression, you can figure out how hard he is thinking - trying to process your words. His arms are trembling in the hand cuffs.

It appears he has figured it out. "I'm-I sorry, Master! I was - a dumb puppy, I'm sorry! I'll - I'll do better. Your disgusting slut promises to be better! I'm sorry!", Touya started to cry, finally doing what you wanted him too.

As a reward, you stopped rubbing his cock for a moment, instead moving your body and taking your hand to slowly rub his hair - your nails scratching his scalp, soflty massaging it.

He smiles, happy to have made his handler happy and enjoying your pleasant touch.

"My good boy. You can be so good if you truly try." you say and carefully take your hand out of his hair, instead placing it on his cheek and massaging it as well.

It seems you truly fucked all the bitchiness out of him - he was finally listening to you, to tired to complain or rebel against his handler.

You smile and start to move the dildo again, and also take up touching his cock again - Touya cries out.

His arms and legs tremble, his hands grin at the sheets, and he starts squirming. You just continue smirking and start softly talking to him.

"You're my good slut. You can take it. Good boy. Come on, let your master milk one last orgasm out of you."

He cries and babbles on - you can only make out a few words - "master, need-wah! hole is stuffed so good! Cum, cum, cum- please, want you, need, ngh-" until, with a cry of your name, he came for the last time for tonight.

"You did so well, Touya." you praised him and started to remove the dildo from his hole, uncuffed him and removed the leash from his collar.

"Thank you, Master." he answered.

"Come on, sweetie, I'll get you some water, then you can take a shower whilst I change the bed sheets." you suggested, and he nodded, so you walked to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water for Touya.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #Sub dabi #bnha x reader #sub bnha x reader #Dabi x y/n #Dabi x you #Mha x reader #Mha smut #Bnha smut

[vogueinnie]

HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 2 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

       ━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of killing a cat, pet name (angel), manipulation, mention of alcohol (wine), reader is ashamed of herself, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral masturbation, grinding, very slight choking, slight possessive kink, no penetrative sex

     ━ WORD COUNT ; 3.3k      ━ NOTE ; part 2!!! the smut part is kinda... soft? but the naaaasty is coming!!! also sorry for that cliffhanger at the end zjfhdzfz. feedback are so welcomed!!

The sinister forest in which you walked every morning now was very different from the glittering glade you were used to. The trees were whopping and if you looked at them for too long you can see red eyes forming in the wood. Or was it your imagination ? No one never knows. No beautiful tulips, no cute birds tickling your ears with their cute whistles, no bunnies jumping here and there. Just dead flowers and a mortifying dead silence.

Everything was dead.

All the love and joy living in your heart were starting to fade away. You can’t even remember for how long you were stuck in this place you don’t belong. The time seemed to be unfairly long. The days were all the same, empty, but tormenting in a certain way. You even started to forget how it was, in Heaven.

But in your misfortune you were lucky. Mammon chooses you. He was one of the most powerful of this world, after all. You were constantly watched, mocked by the people living here for being an angel. But what was wrong in being good ? Hyunjin was walking you everywhere like a trophy, or a dog, exposing you to everyone with the leather leash he used on you the first time you both met. They all seemed both amazed and disgusted by you. 

“Why did Mammon chooses her ? Is she that special ? She’s an angel, how can he spends his day with her ?” were most of the words you were able to hear when you were around the devilish creatures. And Hyunjin never answers one of those questions, but his legendary smirk wnever left his face. It was ever more painful for you to understand that you were nothing but a toy for him. But what did you expect ? To be fully accepted as a sweet person ? Bullshits.

The only time he left you alone was on mornings. That’s why you always ended up in that scary forest near the huge castle you were left. Well, alone was a big word.

Jeongin was following you everywhere. He was Hyunjin’s personal and favorite servant. A strangely gentle and obedient demon. He looked young and pure, his beautiful angular face was surrounded by his dark blue hair. And you found that there were bright shades of red waiting to sparkle in his eyes. He was tall, not as tall as Hyunjin, but tall enough to be impressive.

There was no in between in this world. Demons were either painful to watch or absolutely breathtaking.

You were walking in the dead grass with him next to you, breathing the fresh matinal air. A beautiful black cat presents himself in front of the both of you, rubbing against your legs and purring loudly enough for you to hear.

A smile finally draws on your feature and you kneel to pat his head and scratch his chin. 

“Look, Jeongin ! He wants hugs, poor thing... You’re probably hungry... Jeongin nods, looking straight ahead. But it’s the first time I saw a black cat... Are they common here ? You turn your face to look at him with a smile but still, his mouth stay closed. Hm, yeah, I see... You whisper softly, a little discouraged by his constant silence with you, making you realize that you were really alone here.”

Still without a words, he resumes his walk towards the castle, silently asking you to follow him. And you did, with the cute animal on your step. You were playing with him, walking fast or slow to see if he was still behind you. A laugh escape your mouth seeing the fluffy cat struggling to follow your speed. Not that you were fast but he was a little bit confused.

You bump into someone not on purpose and immediately your blood went icy. Respectfully, and especially cause you were too scared to look at the demon in front of you, you bow your body so low it was almost painful for your back. But you better hurt yourself than being hurted by someone else. Especially in Hell.

“There, there, there... What do we have ? This voice... I knew you were stupid but not to the point of not looking where you are walking. His words were painful but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting to bother him even more. The cat behind you was meowing and if you could you would see the confusion on the man’s face. What’s this ? Jeongin, kill it.”

“No ! No, no ! N-no...? Your voice had suddenly risen to end up being very low. You lift up your chin to finally see Hyunjin in front of you. He was only dressed in a black silk bathrobe embroidered with golden pearls, his long hair was half-tied in a low ponytail and he was holding a glass of wine in his right hand. He... He doesn’t mean you any harm, Sir... He just wants a friend...? His laugh was cold and heartless and he was scanning your body up and down with his piercing eyes.”

Suddenly, you felt a cold sticky liquid running through your face and you just understood that he literally threw the wine in your face. Your lips were parted in shock and that’s the moment you could hear vicious laughs behind him. Of course, Lucifer’s son always need his public. He drops the glass on the ground, glass shattering into thousands of pieces near your feet. 

Hyunjin grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face close to his. Close enough to let his tongue slowly lick your cheek wet with wine.

“Remember when we first met, angel... What did I say ? A lot of things, actually. But you didn’t answer and he grab a handful of your hair.”

“That you wanted me ! A-and... That I was a mess... That you hated dirty things, Sir... You answer quickly with a shaking voice. He lets go of your face abruptly with a wide smile, nodding his face.”

“Yeah that’s it ! And what did you just make ? He pointed your face nonchalantly, making you whisper A mess with a tiny voice. A fucking mess, I hate it, in the name of Lucifer... I hate it ! His pupils were all black, you couldn’t even see the white in it. And you knew you messed up.”

He was hysterical and the screams, laughs and encouragements from the lower classes encourages him to act even more crazier. He grabs your wrist merciless to the applause of the crowd and he leads the two of you in the part of the castle which belongs to him.

Faster than you would have liked, you were in his room. It was always cold, not welcoming and way too dark for your eyes in need of nothing but sunshine. Hyunjin stayed silent but the creepy smile on his face was enough to makes you shiver in fear.

It was crazy how easily he switched from being insane to quiet.

Once you were in his private bathroom he made you look at you through the big golden mirror in front of the black marble bathtub. And you could see the damage, the deep red liquid running down your face, some strands of your hair are wet and the front of your black lace dress is also ruined with wine. You feel your back burning from his stares, and it’s even more humiliating than your physical condition.

“I think my angel needs to take a bath, don’t you ? You nod slowly, playing nervously with your fingers. What are you waiting for ? Go ahead.”

You look up at him leaning against the door frame, panicked. He raises an eyebrow and you shake your head. No, impossible. You probably misunderstood. Or he misspoke. How can you get naked in front of him ?

“Need some help, maybe ?” 

Still through the mirror you can see him approaching you to stand behind you. Your body was frozen, not that you were afraid, but you were mostly intimidated. Your aura may be a pink pale tone but his own was... Like a dark shade of the deepest blue. The ocean itself is bright compared to what emane from this demon. 

He puts your hair on the right side of your neck to have a full access of the left side one. His breath against your shivering skin was hot, and it probably burns you in the best way. The warmth and the softness of his lips against your skin were painful and you couldn’t help biting your lips and squeezing your eyes.

The inner fight you waged against yourself scared you more. Do you really want to push him away ? Or can’t you wait to be naked for him ?

Slowly, his long fingers trail the curve of your body, from your shoulders, to your waist, your hips, but strangely... Never your intimate parts. And you swear, at that right moment, you needed that more than you could ever imagine. Your body was squirming against his and slowly he grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Look at you, angel. You open your eyes to see your back totally glued to his chest, making you blush in an instant. Don’t be shy with me, I told you. I’m your owner, there’s no need to be shy. You couldn’t stop looking at him and when he pushes his thumb against your lips you opened it to take it in your mouth and to start sucking it. He chuckles, nibbling your ear, his hot breath awakening all your senses. So nasty, are you really a child of God ?”

His last sentence makes you shiver. He was right. Did you deserve to be considered pure when you wanted him so badly ?

Hyunjin slowly untie your dress and the unknown feeling of being naked in front of someone was as arousing as scaring. Only his sharp eyes was touching you. As usual, he was looking at every details of your body and you can tell how badly he restrains himself to not put his hands all over your frame.

Why was he even nice ? He was almost hysteric few minutes ago. But the answer was evident... He was a demon, after all. They don’t need an excuse to act like crazy.

You didn’t move, looking shamefully at your body for reacting to every ones of his caresses, looks and words.

He takes you out of your mind, grabbing your wrist to lead you in the bathtub, hot smoke escaping from it due to the water. You put your body in it and you look at him undressing. He was as naked at you. His body was slim, his thighs and abdomen were muscular, his body was sculpted by the the God himself. 

How funny is it to think that when he’s the son of Lucifer himself.

It doesn't take long for him to join you, placing his body behind yours. You didn’t know if it was because of the water relaxing all of your nerves, or his strangely calm aura, but you felt good. Hyunjin grabs your shoulders to make your body leans against his, slipping his wet hands on your face to clean your features from the liquid that he himself threw at you. 

A little sigh escape your mouth and you allow yourself to pretend that you’re not in Hell. That you’re in your own room with all your green indoor plants surrouding you. You even have the impression that your favorite sugary smell is all over you, and you can even feel Felix scratching you neck and chin cause he knows how much you like that.

Wait... But you’re not in your room. And there’s no Felix.

Hyunjin started to kisses your neck slowly, licking your skin with the tip of his tongue, making you moan unintentionally. You open your eyes, ashamed of how pathetic you melt in the hand of the one and only Demon who can controls you. He probably feels your body tense and he starts to draw some invisible circles against your tummy.

“It’s funny how I want to protect you and ruin you at the same time. You bite your lips, gulping slowly just imagining the two situations. Yeah, it’s funny. How I want to take care of you, kiss you everywhere, makes you feel good. His words are accompanied by gentle caresses, he brushes your boobs with his fingertips, making you shiver and squirm against him. Even if he was behind you you can feel his gaze on your naked body exposed to him. How I want to hurt you in the goodest way, makes you beg and cry. He pinches one of your already hard nipple with two of his fingers and again, you moan softly. Isn’t it supposed to hurt ? Then why does it feels good ?”

He chuckles when he hear your voice, rubbing now your two buds in his digits. You can’t control your body and the sensation you’re feeling and quickly you came to the conclusion that you want more. You want to feel more, you want that heatness in your body to be more intense, to explode.

The back of your head falls against the crook of his neck and his strong woody smell makes you loose your mind. Hyunjin turns his head to put his forehead against yours while his fingers travel all around you naked figure against him. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere, it's like he can touch your whole body at the same time.

“Don’t stop looking at me. He whispers in a low voice, his eyes fixed on yours.”

You nod slowly even tho it’s difficult for you to stay focused when one of his hands glides along your exposed pubis. His other hand is still firmly gripped to your boob, massaging it in both a soft and harsh way. It was his power. To be gentle and rough.

Instinctively you open your legs. More, more, more. That’s all you can think about right now. And it seems that he exactly understand what you want. More. His long fingers run through your womanhood, wet because of the water, but not only. You can feel how burning it is, how good it feels when he slides them against your two intimates lips. More. You try to keep your eyes open as much as possible to not break the intense contact you’re sharing. A little oh escape your lips when he circles his fingers around that tiny, little, swollen bud. More, you want more.

“You don’t have that in Heaven, uh ? You never felt that good, did you ? You shake your head, half closed eyelids due to everything you’re feeling. That’s the real Heaven, angel.”

His wide black dilated pupils were magneficient, you couldn’t even think of looking away. He continues to rubs your most sensitive area and the hot water just help everything to be more soother and slicker. He teases your nipple, kissing the tip of your nose with a smirk drawns on his beautiful lips and you start to buck your hips up to feel more of the frictions he was offering to you. Slowly, you grip his wrist to push his hands even more against your intimate area. He chuckles, again, at your eagerness and soft moans crash on his lips when he taps your pussy. It was tickling, weird, but oh so good at the same time.

Slowly he grabs your waist to turn your body around so that you are facing him. And it’s even more intimidating to see Hyunjin with his eyes totally lost in the luxurious world. Almost automatically you stick your body to him, surrounding his waist with your legs.

If only you know that doing that made your pussy crash against his, you can really feel it, hard and pretty long dick. Your cheeks were now probably a bright tint of red. And you can see that he wasn’t in a better state.

“S-sorry ! I didn’t meant to do that, Sir !”

“Don’t be sorry, angel. Do it again, can you ? You nod slowly, pressing your two hands on his shoulders to give you a little bit of support. You move your hips slowly against his body, his hard-on hitting your core everytime you moved. Yeah, just like that, keep going... How does it feel ?”

Your only answer was to nod again and bite your lips. It felt too good to be real. Your two bodies stick together were hot and you swear, the burning flames in Hell wasn’t as hot as you. One of Hyunjin’s hand was grabbing your waist to help you move and grind above him while the other one found their way to your exposing neck. 

All of your body was covered with shivers and you didn’t know if the cause was his eyes on you, his hands gripping your throat without squeezing it, or your core sticking and rubbing on his rosy tip. 

“You’re mine. You can hear his hoarse voice whispering in your ear as he still grab your throat in a possessive way while his hand on your waist tighten it firmly. You’re mine. I choose you not only cause I know you were obedient... His hips buck up into yours, making the both of you crash your crotch together in a moaning symphony. Because I knew you were going to love it a lot more than you should.”

You felt light-headed for a moment. Hyunjin’s words was arousing, making you feel like the dirtiest angel. And it was too much. Too much new sensations for your body. The knot in your stomach were growing to the point that it was consuming you so you speed your own pace, helped by his hands, his breath, his moans, even his praises “pretty, hot, good girl” were the only words you were focused on. You felt enveloped by your devastating orgasm, your face leans back and a silent moan escapes your parted lips. It was difficult for you to keep your eyes open, your bordy starts to shake against his and you scratch his shoulders to hold on to reality. It was insanely good to be on cloud nine, a soft smile draws on your lip as every muscles of your body relaxed and tensed at the same time. 

You feel him chasing his own high, patting his veiny and leaking dick on your swollen and overstimulated bud. You wanted to escape his touch as much as you wanted him to keep doing that delicious feeling.

You let yourself totally go in his arms when the both of you come back down from your high. Hyunjin was as breathless as you and he rubs your back in slow caresses, kissing your temples with a little grin.

“I bet Felix never made you feel that way. You frowned your eyebrows, why was he talking about Felix now ? You lift your face to look up at him in a confused way. Oh, you probably didn’t know... You shake your head slowly. He was my servant. You both have the same disgusting sugary smell. ”

Your jaws dropped and you blink your eyes. Felix, the purest heart you have ever known was once... A demon ?

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