#man if this is the ounce of prevention

[tailsz]

Demon slayer men boyfriend headcannons‼️

(NSFW INCLUDED)

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Includes : Tanjiro , Zenitsu , Inosuke , Tomioka , Sanemi , Tengen , Obanai , Muzan , Akaza , Douma , and Kokushibo

(this is my first post so bear with me AND english isn’t my first language so sorry for mistakes!)

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Tanjiro!

okay so we ALL know this guy has the sweetest heart so expect a lot of lovely dovey gestures such as….

Cute little morning letters if he leaves before you or you just don’t work as a demon slayer!

something along the lines of “i made you breakfast eat it before it gets too cold!! I hope you have a lovely day and i love you so so much”

(if ur parents are still alive 😍) he will absolutely win them over EVEN IF THEYRE THE MOSG HARDCORE PEOPLE EVERRR

he has a way with people what can you say

multiple lunch dates a week are a must! you guys go out and try as as many restaurants when you guys go on missions together if ur a demon slayer!

if not he will personally bring you takeout from his missions!

you and nezeko bonded a lot and she LOVES when you play with her hair it makes her sleepy ASAP (tanjiro walked in during the middle of this and his heart almosy exploded)

for y’all’s free time you both decided to try new hobbies together like Yoga, art , dancing ETC ITS VERY CUTE MOMENTS!

NSFW!

he’s a soft dom! but if you bring up the thought of you topping him he will NOT object

OH HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC IN BED

Sex with him is literally the embodiment of “love making” because he showers you with love and pleasure

MISSIONARY 100% OF THE TIME

he is vanilla but that doesn’t matter because he’s drowning you with praises and caressing your perfect body <3

his aftercare is literally going to heaven and back

he’ll massage you and whisper sweet nothings into your ears

THIGHS GUY

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Zenitzu!!

at the beginning he’s really REALLY awkward

might even like be hella weird towards you (because you’re the first woman/man he’s ever been perused as romantically)

SO GIVE HIM TIME HE’LL GET THERE

Once he does he will quite LITERALLY will kill everyone in a room and then himself for you

you are his princess (your also his knight and shining armor because… well… it’s zenitzu…)

1000% shows you off like a medal of honor to ANYONE AND I MEAN ANYONE

this one time he was blabbing about you to a stranger to the point where said stranger just respectfully told him he doesn’t care

you had to STRAP HIM DOWN to prevent bodily injuries

he likes taking afternoon walks with you , he really enjoys the beautiful site with his beautiful partner

he randomly picks up flowers from the ground and gives them to you because they reminded you of him!

NSFW!!

he is a switch with a bottom preference

the thought of you just absolutely demolishing him will get his body all fuzzy and tingling 🤭

reverse cowgirl is his FAVORITE POSITION OF ALL TIME HANDS DOWN

the nights when it’s not just pleasure he likes to top you and take things slow to show you just how much you mean to him

as well as absolutely showering you with corny praises (he’s so silly!)

HIS AFTER CARE IS ODD

if he’s SPENT he will most likely pass out leaving you in charge of aftercare

if not he’ll just cuddle u to sleep

(totally not because that means he’ll see u naked again in the morning)

TITS GUY

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inosuke!

he didn’t comprehend the fact that you 2 we’re dating 🧍🏽‍♀️

you had to explain to him and half way through the was flustered and asked you to SQARE UP?? (HE HAD A NO IDEA HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT)

like zenitsu he was also very much awkward if not more at the start of the start of the relationship

But not awkward in a hes shy way

NO HES AWKWARD BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO SHOW??? FEELINGS??

because that’s gross

Tanjiro and Zenitsu had to help the guy to at least an OUNCE of a romantic

he’s really not much of one though

his idea of dates or romance of training or fighting w/ you!

you don’t really mind but if it does get to a point where it bothers you by the lack of romance

HE WILL TRY (key word TRY) to be more affectionate towards you!

he sees a pretty rock? it’s yours!

he sees a pretty branch it’s yours!

he sees a cute cayote? It’s you-

the time he actually brought you one you almost SHAT yourself 😓

NSFW!!

oh he’s a dom

he views smexy time as a challenge

so you bringing up the idea of topping is you trying to WIN and he would rather DIE than lose

again the concept was a foreign area to him

and if you both get to the sexual parts for a relationship , he will seek guidance from you!

(while also refusing for you to demonstrate for him because he “knows what he’s doing” 😒

what’s aftercare?

he does not do it at first meaning you are doing it

after a while he’ll start picking up after you and do it himself

(if you tease him about it he will throw you off the bed)

ASS GUY

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Tomioka!

When he asked you out he said

“will you take my hand in a relationship”

it’s as serious as it sounds

he is comfortable as soon as you begin the relationship because of 2 reasons

for him to consider a relationship with you , you’d guys would’ve have to know eachother for a while

and because if you didn’t want him you would’ve said no

AND SINCE YOU DIDNT😍

hes 100% sure you guys will be just fine WHICH YOU ARE :D

little small gestures of affection from you will get his heart flipping like—

holding his hands ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BEGING CONTACT WITH PINKY TOUCH 😓

(he’s touch starved FEED HIM)

the one time you begged him to let you style his hair was the day that he won’t let you do anything else BUT that

he loves how your fingers feel against his head

sending tingles down his spine of safety yk?

he carries anything you give him in his haori (like little charms!)

he likes it when you whisper sweet nothings into his ears it gets him all giggly

NSFW!!

he is a switch with no preference

he will be whatever you want him to be 😍

when he top’s he can get carried away with eagerness

when you guys have sex he very much loses his mind which is why he can be rough when he tops

HOWEVER WHEN HE BOTTOMS JESUS CHRIST

He will be a whimpering mess

being your little slut asking for more n more <3

being a hashira he can and WILL last very long

he’s 1000% into hair pulling both giving n reviving

as u guys last longer n longer into the relationship he will be more open to risks 😍

(like public sex)

this one time did the deed in a public bathroom in a restaurant while the rest of the hashiras were waiting on the food 🤭

He will run a bath for the 2 of you afterwards and fall asleep in each others arms<3

he’s an ass guy

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Sanemi!

like giyuu , for him to consider a relationship with you , you have a LONGG history

it took him a while for him to actually ask you out 🧍🏽‍♀️

it got to the point where he was going to lose you to someone else because of how long it took

shinobu “helped” to ask you out

and by help i mean he forced him to ask you out in front of her

shinobu top tier wingwoman fr fr ‼️(she had enough of him wasting an opportunity so she took matters into her own hands)

he will absolutely NOT do PDA (at least at the beginning of the relationship)

his ego n pride are too much for that

once he gets over himself he will at MOST hold hands with you ig 😒😒

he forces u to train with him

he is an AMAZING cook and makes you breakfast n lunch (house husband material!!)

he’s also surprisingly good at doing hair whether it’s short or long! (he makes u buns a lot )

he’s such a romantic behind closed doors

shinobu caught him in the middle of that act and while she didn’t tell anyone…

she teased him to DEATH

NSFW!!

oh he’s a MEAN top no questions asked

he will degrade you to the BONE (which you don’t mind 🤭)

he’s also very VERY rough hitting and attacking ALLL of your sweet spots on your body (inside as well 😋)

he loves calling you a needy slut 🤭

ONE TIME. he has a wet dream where you topped him and... HE WOKE UP WITH THE HARDEST BONER OF HIS LIFE

he will never ever EVERR bring up the idea of u topping him ( if you bring up he MIGHT let it happen🤨 he’s so stubborn)

HE IS SO MEAN WHEN IT COMES TO ORGASM.

if he’s fucking you because he’s jealous or you pissed him off???

he’s going to deny your orgasms for an hour ☠️

SEX DRIVE?? MEDIUM

STAMINA IS . HIGHHHH

he’s pretty average with aftercare , he’ll bring u water n a towel

on a good day you both will shower together! (50/50 chance that y’all will fuck again!)

he’s a thigh guy

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tengen!!

what’s another wife to the list?

all four of them (tengen n his wives) found you very attractive at first sight and they had NO shame into admitting that

after knowing you for a while THEY ALL asked you join the relationship! it caught u off guard 😨

when you entered the relationship they literally all wanted u for themselves 😓

tengen is SUCH A ROMANTIC AND WILL ABUSE PDA SO MUCH

if you’re a fellow hashira my god he will tease you in public so much??? and you’re like FOR WHAT???

hashira meetings will get HELLA awkward with both of y’all (everyone is just like “this again??☠️”

like zenitzu he will FLEX U SOO BAD especially to single folks because in his eyes being single is such a skill issue 🤨

his form of affection is expensive gifts so

EXPECT TO BE PAMPERED WITH A LOT OF JEWELRY 🤭 ( we love sugar daddies )

he also refuses to NOT take y’all on fancy restaurants because anything other than that is LAME AND TACKY 🤨

MATCHING OUTFITS ARE A MUST!!

after he retired, you guys have religious weekly movie nights a lot (you all take turns in picking movies)

NSFW!!

OKAY SO TENGEN IS A SWITCH WITH A PREFERENCE ON TOPPING

now he has 2 different ways of going about it

if it’s sex on One on One , HE IS SO MEAN??

he will 100% mock you during the whole thing

mocking when you choke on air or a moan is his specialty 😓😓

seeing you cock drunk will drive him CRAZY

thighs are so HOT TO HIM (thigh highs are a must!)

he leaves so many bite marks and bruises on your inner thighs

HIS HANDS ARE HUGE DAWG

he likes fingering before fucking and GOD HES SO GOOD AT FINGERING?

he can n WILL make u come more than twice with just his fingers😓

it’s a the whole group sex with him n his wife’s

he’s a sweetheart! taking care of his little princess nasty needs!

when he bottoms with all 4 of you on him he gets so cocky 😒

he loves how you all take care of HIS nasty needs in such a good way

HAIR PULLING

and he’s very much into orgasm denial HES A JERK

def a tits guy

bdsm king

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OBANAI ( i love him sm ) <333

okay uh

before y’all started dating he was so shy around you because??? you’re so??? perfect?????

if you so much as breathe into his direction he will literally die

he asked u in the most romantic cliche ever (but it doesn’t matter because he pulled it off so well??)

he made you follow little notes at night eventually leading to a tree that had a saying “will you be my mine and go out on a date with me?” with 2 boxes saying yes and no

at first you were confused until you saw a familiar snake 🤭 making you giggle you chose the yes box!

HE WAS INTERNALLY SCREAMING BC HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEING HELLA CRINGE 😓

moving onto the relationship…

he is literally the perfect boyfriend

when he gets needy n wants to talk to u , he sends kaburamaru to fetch you!

kaburamaru literally loves u too ! ( obanai also send u flowers through him!)

he gets jealous easy like VERY

he’s very protective of you ! and he expects the same because you are his and he’s all urs <3

will literally end the bloodline of ANYONE who talks smack abt u

at first, yalls kisses would be with his mask on. he still wasn’t ready to let that open yet

after a whole LONG while , he got enough confidence to kiss u with his scars and everything (which u appreciated and enjoyed very much <3)

he likes holding pinkies while walking together

he’s not really a fan of PDA but if someone is trying to flirt with u????

oh U BETTER BET HES GOING TO BE ALL OVER U (u don’t complain)

he makes flower crowns for the both of y’all daily <33

y’all have hella picnic dates it’s getting out of hand atp! y’all barely eat at home

NSFW!!

obanai is a top with 2 sides to him…

A- he can be the most sappy romantic when y’all have sex

OR B- HES LITERALLY BEING ASSHOLE TO YOU

There’s in NO between

when hes being a jerk he denies orgasms

and his liking to marking is x10

he loves leaving bitemarks he knows u can’t hide🤭

def into u riding him but HES in total control

u brought up that you like it when he puts his hair in a pony tail when y’all have sex so HE DOES IT ALL THE TIME

he’s not really much of a risk taker

will not stop unless your trembling😋

if he’s being sweet he’s take things slow making sure your enjoying yourself as well as him <3

will whisper sweet nothings <3

HIS EARS ARE SENSITIVE‼️‼️

he treats u like a goddess in aftercare

will get u water , a towel , a warm bath , tons of cuddles and a lil snack 😋

HES INTO BONDAGE

HES AN ASS GUY 🤭🤭

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Muzan 😨

to how you got together? you don’t even know

if your a human , you ran into while im a hurry ! you work at a flower shop and was carrying flower pots getting dirt all over his clothes

now he was so ready to end the puny moron who ran into him but..

when he saw you apologizing and apologizing your heart out he felt something? what the hell was that? well it’s not like matters… 😁

If you’re a demon you first of all had to have know him and been loyal to him for CENTURIES for him to even REMOTELY like you

once he does tho you’re always buy his side , like his right hand man/woman! it may seem like he just thinks ur strong but this is his way of spending time with u<33 (while being in denial😓)

now how he asked you out. he didn’t do anything fancy! he just called you in and he straight up told you he liked you and would like make yalls relationship more

if you are a human.. he brought you to a demon meeting and told everyone there that if they even THINK about doing ANYTHING to you he will turn them inside out and throw into the sun<3

he thinks akaza is the best fit for his lovely human wife! you guys get along rlly well

he will keep DOUMA FARRRR AWAY FROM YOU.

koko and u like to read and drink tea together! he finds ur being calming

if you’re a demon everyone already knows u but know muzan expects equal respect from them to you!

though he can be very cold at blunt at time , he can still be romantic towards you!

he likes buying you expensive things to make u feel like a queen

if a human or demon disrespects you in ANY WAY not matter how big or small?they will be no more 😓

NSFW!!

oh man no matter how i see it.

HE

IS

A

TOP

he’s the demon king he expects to be in full control at ALL times and 9 times outta 10.. HE IS MEAN TO U

Doesn’t matter how much he loves you , you will never be superior to him 🧍🏽‍♀️

certified brat tamer!

oh he’s definitely into marking you just the thought of owning what’s rightfully his gets him hard

he’s into degradation so much it’s a problem atp☠️

dont ever degrade him tho

he’ll make sure you NEVER walk again

he puts the d in bdsm

will not stop until you’re a whimpering and crying mess only able to scream out his name :(

he doesn’t know if he likes public sec because he doesn’t like the idea of the chance that people have on seeing what only HE can see

ON THE OTHER HAND. THAT MEANS PEOPLE KNOW UR HIS AND ONLY HIS EVEN MORE….

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Akaza!!

Whether your a demon slayer/hashira or a fellow uppermoon, akaza admired you for being strong

after all akaza think people who r both mentally and physically strong r the best as u can tell with rengoku

before he asked u out, he had to come to terms with it , as he felt he was betraying his late wife

after he accepted the fact that’s it’s okay to move on.. he asked you out in the most akaza way!

he got you a bouquet of flowers 💐 with a little note in it telling u about all the things that he absolutely loves abt u! after reading them , he asked you out!

if you’re a demon you both will be more relaxed about people knowing abt you’re relationship!

until muzan found out.. at first he disapproved because he saw no benefits from u two being in love 🤨

but later on seeing how you two empower eachother be GUESSES it’s ok 😒😒

HOWEVER IF YOURE A HASHIRA..

you two r trying to HARD to keep it super lowkey

it’s mostly night dates n visits you guys can do :( but it’s ok u guys make it work

because the SECOND one or both of ur masters find out… YALL R DEAD

REGARDLESS akaza is very flexible with himself (as a metaphor BUT HE PROBABLY IS LITERALLY)

he absolutely LOVESS self care nights with you!!

talking shit while doing eachother a face masks is one of his favorite pastimes! (the pretty mama gotta do what he can to stay pretty DUH)

douma teases him abt u so much it’s driving him mad

especially because douma is hella touchy w/ h JUST to piss akaza off

which it always ends with douma head on the floor😨

NSFW!!

akaza is 100% a switch with a top preference

he teases u a lot.. BUT IF YOURE A HASHIRA HE STRAIGHT UP MOCKS U😓😓

like he’ll say things like “i thought hashiras we’re supposed to have a lot of stamina.. what’s wrong :(“ ALL WHILE HES SMIRKING

he likes eating you out before fucking you

THE THINGS HIS TOUNGE CAN DO TO UR BODY 😓

he is very rough with you, but holds back a bit if you’re human because if he goes all out he will quite literally break u

IF YOURE A DEMON THO YOURE IN FOR IT ALL😍‼️‼️

even when he’s bottoming he’s still being a little asshole 😒

he completely switches up w/ aftercare! he’s such a sweetheart making u a bath for the two if u to cuddle in for a bit<33

he is a THIGH MAN ALL THE WAY his hands r always resting on them 🤭

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douma!

oh my ?

ok douma likes energetic people so that’s a starter for him to start liking you and ofc knowing you for a couple of decades

i think the thing that sealed off his love for you was the fact that you didn’t treat him like he was weird yk?

you talked to him like he was normal person (well demon but you get what i mean! but he’s SOO far from normal ☠️☠️)

MOVING ONNN he asks you out by making a little game out of it! maybe like pictionary or hang man! it’s rlly silly <33

while your dating even if your a demon or human he will treat you like your made of glass

he views you like one of his dolls ! therefore your his precious

he rlly likes it when you style his hair , in fact he asks you to do so regularly

during the summer time it gets rlly humid n hot as hell in japan even at night so he used his demon art to cool u both off !

akaza asked you to blink 3 times if the relationship was not from ur free will when he found out 😨😨

u guys both have matching fans 🤭🤭

muzan has to literally rip his head off because douma won’t stop talking to u during meetings ☠️

HE IS A BRITNEY SPEARS STAN ‼️‼️

NSFW!!

douma is a switch with no preference it just depends on hows feeling that day (it’s mostly bottom)

He is such a bratty bottom i tell you, he just pushes your buttons til u snap

and snapping means you literally demolishing his ass until she can’t even form any sentences :(

oh jesus christ but when he tops?????

praying for u fr fr

douma is unfair as hell

HE WILL DENY YOUR ORGAMS FOR FUNSIES?? like NOTHING ABT THAT IS FUNNY??

he is súper into bondage

AND EVERYTHING HES SO KINKY

never feel afraid to tell this man any of ur kinks even if they’re weird bc douma will try it out with you no hesitation!

his aftercare is a little rocky but it’s nothing too bad..

at most hes get you both waters and y’all will just chill in bed or anywhere

speaking of anywhere.. HE WILL FUCK U ANYWHERE HE DOES NOT CARE‼️‼️

one time muzan heard y’all bc y’all are SO LOUD (he decapatated both of you on the spot)

he is an ass guy oh my god he can’t go a day without touching it 😓

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Kokushibo!!

okay first all i dont think he cares what type of personality u r (extroverted or introverted)

it does take him a while to accept his feelings towards you because he doesn’t many to get distracted from his duties

but when he pushes that aside he just straight up asks you to stay by his side for the rest of time 💐

he doesn’t do PDA because your love life is not the business of others (muzan thanks the lords for this because he does NOT want to see that)

you guys randomly found a black cat following you one time while on a mission and you wanted to keep it with him!

…..YOU HAD TO BEG HIM FOR AN HOUR BUT HE eventually GAVE IN💔

y’all named her Ei (he will never admit but he will kill anyone who harms her bc he loves her sm)

you like to kiss all 6 of his eyes after a long day (he expects you to do it regularly and gets upset when u don’t)

sometimes asks you do braid his hair to change up his hair style 😋

he makes u train with him to he ensure you’re able to defend yourself from anyone!

matching katanass!! (much to his dismay because god forbid y’all do something cute 😒)

hel likes to carry you in piggy back style a lot 😋

NSFW!!

oh he’s a top no doubt

he will absolutely NOT let u top

BUT YOURE OK WITH IT BECAUSE GAWD DAMN

he is so rough with you that’s all he knows what to do<3

before touching you he wants to see you beg for it he LOVES seeing you all pathetic

HE LOVES FUCKING YOU AGAINST A WALL‼️‼️

he loves it because that means your trapped within in him, with no where to go and he has you EXACTLY how he wants you

oh he pulls your hair a lot when you give him head 🤭

he’s always biting your ears bc he knows they’re sensitive 🤭

he loves missionary as the main position because he gets to see all the expressions he’s making you have <3

HE IS A ASS GUYS ‼️‼️

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okay that’s it guys! leave me any request i’ll be happy to do so! <33

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A moment of weakness: Damian Wayne x reader

part 1 : Family rules

***

Everything that happened after seemed like a blur.

Her hand in his when they were sneaking out the ballroom.

Escaping watchful gazes of both their fathers.

The rustle of her dress on the carpeted floor that muffled the sound of their feet.

And then.

His lips on hers.

One of his hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist as he was pulling her closer to him. Stubbornly yet lacking the proficiency his older brothers may possess. Which was perfectly understandable since she was the first girl to capture Damian Wayne’s attention. The first that put so much charm on him that beyond all that hateful, snarky attitude something much more delicate and caring started to bloom.

“I still hate you…” she whispered pulling back, feeling the need to make it very clear that this kiss was stemming only from that emotion and nothing beyond. Even if her ragged breath and dilated pupils were enough of an evidence of her lying.

“Naturally” he responded. His rapidly beating heart and the sensation of her body in his arms causing this young boy to almost tremble. At this moment, when they were finally alone for the first time in years since they have known each other he was torn in two directions. Not making a fool of himself in front of her and proving that he wasn’t a foolish boy who could be easily charmed but a strong, capable and dominant man. Regardless of the fact they were both seventeen.

“I hate you too. And if you think there’s something more just because of the fact I’m kissing you right now you’re gravely mistaken.” Damian whispered brushing his lips over hers again, already intoxicated and losing his cool head.

“Kissing?” she mocked melting into him and snuggling closer to his embrace “Didn’t notice…”

“Mhm…”

“We shouldn’t…”

‘You’re absolutely right…”

“No one should know about it…”

“No one will. You won’t tell anyone out of fear of daddy dearest, right?” he looked at her with eyes shining with the familiar mischief and mockery.

“And you will keep the steam out of your mouth due to embarrassment, won’t you?” she retorted, matching his level of sarcasm.

And then they kissed again.

Her hands in his hair, running through soft dark strands.

His arms wrapping around her securely as if never wanting to let her go.

Just a little moment of weakness they both would deny if asked.

But for now, with no one around they decided to indulge in the lack of rationality, with both intensity and shyness of two teenagers confused by their own emotions.

So good. So right. So messed up.

Lost in the best meaning of the word, as if the world stopped turning and even existing just because they wanted to cherish the moment.

Foolish little kids.

Torn from the fantasy by the sound of cameras and flashes of light shooting straight into their eyes.

“Damian! Damian, look here!”

“Damian, who’s your mystery girl!?”

“Come on, pretty one, smile for the picture!”

“What is your name girl?!”

Too many questions and sounds for the person who was not used to having any attention at all. And being attacked by paparazzi and reporters who were skilled in intimidating was simply too much for poor Y/N whose head started spinning immediately.

‘Hey, I know that girl!” one of the scribblers yelled “she’s the daughter of Wayne’s competitor on the market!”

Shit.

Now that was a problem.

While her first instinct was to run away and hide in whatever hole would appear first, Damian stood proudly without an ounce of emotion on his face, preventing her from doing anything stupid or reckless.

And that cold, strong façade, making him look just like his father, finally got the reporters to stop yelling and taking photos.

“leave.” He said coldly spurring on another wave of shouting. ‘LEAVE. You were not invited here nor asked to interrupt the private life of the habitants. Your sole purpose on this gala was to focus on the official part. Therefore, you are trespassing beyond your scope of passage. And that will not be tolerated. I will not repeat myself. LEAVE NOW unless you want to deal with the consequences.”

Under any other circumstances this would probably be grotesque, but no one wanted any trouble from the son of the Bruce Wayne aka Bruce Wayne himself, so the intruders finally retreated.

“Damian—”

“I’ll take care of it.” He retorted coldly moving away from her turning back to his cold self, hiding in the shell.

“But what if-?” she could only fear what were to happen if the photos of them together leaked into the press – or worse – internet.

“I said I’ll take care of it, haven’t you heard?!” he snapped.

“Oh I heard loud enough! You’re just not very capable in taking care of things, forgive my audacity. So are you really that surprised I’m skeptical about it?!”

“Don’t you dare—” he took step forward reaching for her arm but she wriggled out swiftly

“You stay the hell away from me Wayne.”

“No. you stay the hell away from me Y/L/N.”

“With pleasure!”

“Great!”

“fine!” she cried out crossing arms over her chest

“fine!” he barely held back from sticking tongue out at her

And with that they got back to the gala, using two different ways to not be seen together and pretended like nothing had happened.

***

The next day, Sunday passed without anything extraordinary happening.

Not a word from either of them.

Even if she was reaching for her phone countless times ready to shot him a quick message and check up if he was doing fine.

Even if he was one foot out the door every time a thought of her crossed his mind.

“Idiot” she was thinking throwing her phone away for a hundredth time scrolling through her contact list.

“Harridan.” he was smacking his forehead trying to get some sense in his brain throwing the coat away and retrieving into his room.

***

And then there was Monday.

One of those grey-clouds, rainy, windy Monday when getting out of bed and focusing on duties seemed impossible.

But from the moment she walked through the school door something felt odd. Just like in those stupid teenage movies she was met with whispers and furtive glances followed by malicious giggles and finger pointing.

The hell?

Y/N barely got to her locker when one of the most popular and obviously, the meanest girl in school crossed her way slamming the locker door into her face.

“Lisa.” Y/N almost rolled her eyes.

“Y/N.” the self-appointed queen B grinned like a predator “did anything fun this weekend?”

“Are you trying to make yourself feel better now or something?”

“Don’t you dare talk back at me, you little slut!”

“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?!”

“oh, it’s not just my opinion.” Lisa smiled mockingly “the whole internet keeps talking about the entertainment you got yourself on Saturday.”

“What--?”

Lisa clicked on something in her phone and put the screen into her face.

So it was officially settled.

Damian fucking Wayne was completely helpless when it came to dealing with things.

And the fact that she was looking at the picture of them both, taken at the gala, showing each details of them kissing and holding each other was enough of a prove.

All the problems stemming from the leak put aside as she focused on one thing and one thing only.

She was going to kill him.

***

Meanwhile Damian was greeted in school with charming smiles and encouraging shouts.

It’s always easier for the boys.

“Was she good?” one of the boys smirked at him.

“What-?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Was she good?”

“Huh?” none of that were making any sense to Damian who frowned in confusion.

And then he saw the same photo and the blood drained from his face.

Someone was going to pay for this.

That is- if he could actually convince Y/N that he had nothing to do with the publishing of it. That it was his intention to actually protect her himself from scandal.

However, judging by the way she was walking his way, with the rage of a buffalo, it was going to be rather complicated.  

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[sukunas-wife]

the Dadkuna series is great!!! Sukuna isn’t my main character that I like in jjk but this series has me SAT and WAITING for the next upload! I’ve always wondered though what momkuna and dadkuna’s relationship dynamic is. We get that sort of in how they met but what about when their relationship is established? I get the sense that obviously dadkuna would quite literally do anything for her but what exactly goes through his mind when he thinks about her?

Oh? Guess whose back 😎🤧

Me- I’m sickly too 🤭 but! The blog is picking up 🥺 and I’ve been working on this for a good time so here you go 🤍🤍🤍

(Indentions are thoughts, things he didn’t actively say out loud 🥺🤍)

Lord Ryomen Sukuna, though emotionally stunted and constipated, loves his wife. Would level cities and kill men easily if she didn’t have such a strong hold in him.

But he’s a misogynist at heart to an extent. He wants you at home with his kids being his cute little wife that he knows he can always come home to. It was your overwhelming passion for helping women who couldn’t bear children that convinced him he could let you live your life, as long as he knew he had people there to look over you when he couldn’t.

He appreciates the fact that when he’s tired, covered in blood that’s not his own, and carrying the exhaustion of his war ridden day, there you are rushing to him when he enters his temple. Disregarding your fine silk robes and the blood partly way on his body. The way you cling to him, always so happy and relieved to see him come home.

The first time he came home after being gone for so long, he remembers how you cried and held on to him, your anguished filled cries when you cried about how you thought he was never coming back, how you were scared he’d left you alone. He remembers how his hands found your waits holding you a bit away, another hand coming to cup your face, thumb wiping away your tears when he looked at you with tired eyes, “It would take the militia of this land's greatest sorcerers to even consider preventing my way back to your embrace.” Your teary eyes softened before you buried your face in his chest again hugging him and clinging to him.

He longed for that feeling of your embrace whenever he would leave you behind, he could deny it but on his way home to you, his heart ached and longed to feel your embrace and hear your praises of how he had returned. You cried no more because you were filled with that confidence he would always return.

——————

He’s a traditional man with his one form of values, not once did he long for sexual pleasure or was he consumed with lust. Misery, pain and the screams of his victims fueled him and filled him with an immense pleasure no woman’s body could ever possibly offer him.

They were all the same, sultry, scandalous, attention seeking harlots, prostitutes and women. Thinking they could better their lives if they could slip into his bed. They were wrong, every woman who he allowed to enter his bed chamber under these pretences had walked in with starry eyes and ambition. Only to cry and scream for their life while he slowly dug his nails into their flesh tearing them all apart, slowly and agonisingly. That was until he saw you that one day, any girl of age would’ve started to present themselves to him in shy or subtle ways hoping to catch his eyes. There you were kneeling out of respect in his presence, scared you had offended your lord.

‘Oh? Is this little morsel afraid?’ Fear filled and humbling yourself before him. You couldn’t look at him, there wasn’t an ounce of “I want to sleep with this man.” And yet these feelings caused a sentiment in the depths of his chest, something stirred inside him, you head captured his interest (non sexual at this point). ‘Hmm?, this will be a fine pet to break.’

You were a phenomenon in the temple, one he wanted to study, to take into his clawed hands and mould, twist, stretch and push to the edge and then just over the point of breaking to see what would become of you. Yet, once he had you in hands reach, once you were close enough for him to graze your skin with his nails… he didn’t treat you like a common daisy or water Lilly, no he took you into his hands like a Lotus floating on the water's surface. Making elegant work and taking care of your delicate bloom. You would be his delicate lotus that no one else would ever take the joy in having.

——————

“My gratifying queen, My delicate lotus, My benevolent wife.” Words he doesn’t speak so freely, he whispers them against your skin whenever you’d sleep by his side.

Delicate words and honeyed names had never once crossed his mind in his existence. Yet here he was, allowing himself to indulge in the smallest amount of vulnerability with these words. The press of his feverish kisses against your neck and cheeks between every word.

‘My little beloved pet, so tired, sleeping away the wares of today. How could something so small and insignificant like you cause this shift in my existence hm?’

The back of his hand brushing hair away from your face, nails grazing the side of your face lightly, he held you in his embrace watching you. Two arms securely around you, one supporting his head, the other kept grazing your skin. You’d stir in your sleep when he shifted slightly away from you to lay on his back. You’d become so used to his body heat even on the hottest days you’d search him out half awake.

‘My little lotus,’ he closed the space between you, pulling you into his side again, ‘rest your weary head without worries of tomorrow, I’m here to hold you now.’

He wouldn’t admit it, he didn’t even know it at that moment, but he was absolutely smitten with you in ways he had yet to comprehend. But it showed in his subconscious movements. A hand on your lower back or waist guiding you, knowing you’re close and safe.

Bringing home little jewels and trinkets he’d usually never spare a second glance . That is until a stone sparkles in the light of his flames and he stops briefly to take a close look.

My queen would look Devine with these adorning her neck. These stones would make fine pieces for my wife.

It was a shock when he came home one night waking you when he sat on the bed. You sat up sleepily while he handed you a bag of precious stones and jewels telling you he had brought you a gift, a free hand of his brushing your hair back and bringing you closer by the back of your head so he could kiss your lips.

——————

It was your wedding, there you were standing beside him in the Ceremonial Robes. You stood on his right, his eyes looking down at you.

Hmm, What an enticing display, to have my little pet dressed up so exquisitely for all to see and admire.

Even more enticing to know soon you’ll be round with my child, what an ethereal sight you will be laid out in silk robes and swollen carrying my legacy

My delicate little lotus, my malevolent queen, my gratifying and honourable wife. Perhaps these thoughts never be spoken aloud with heavy sentiment. But I vow myself to you in this instant, that I will do all to assure our future, our health, our children and our endless lives.

I will assure your hand never be left cold nor alone as long as I can take it. nor will it ever be lifted in vain or to labour. Your stomach is never empty as I will assure you have the finest wine and a feast every night if it’s what your little human heart desires, your head will always have a place to rest even if it is only on my chest. Your nights will never be cold, your days will never be short, your loneliness will exist no longer, and your heart will be mine, and mine will be yours.

It wasn’t all he told himself, but it was in the moment you felt a warm sensation against your skin, on your chest below the centre of your collar bone but above your breast was the same mark you’d seen on his tongue very few times.

Ryomen Sukuna DID NOT enjoy the thought of staining your teeth black, instead he took your hand, as if vowing and brains you, the ring finger of your left hand, the base faded to a black band, above it a snark mark matching your chest and another thin black bank, just below your nail was another black band. That’s how your little husband decided to present you as his.

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[estesphantom]

Midnight Bite | Bucky Barnes & Reader

Summary: It was another one of those nights Bucky spent sleeping on the floor while fighting memories of his past. Conveniently, he had you next to him and some snacks in the kitchen.

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), pre-established “situationship”, unprotected sex, nightmares, age gap (considering Bucky is over a hundred years old), slight dom/sub, not entirely proofread, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.8k

Your chest rose and fell intermittently as your eyes were glued on your partner’s resting body. The hardwood floor felt worth sleeping on if it meant Bucky didn’t feel alone sleeping there when you were accompanying him. The TV chattered on low volume and the lights lit up the living room ever so slightly so that it wasn’t pitch black. The house was kept this way when he slept to feel safer while simultaneously preventing his night terrors.

On the contrast, these conditions did everything but help you have peace when you slept. Here you lay unable to sleep, however, you were content with that as you got watching him sleep as a fair trade.

His eyebrows began to scrunch closer together. Yours mirrored his as you watched him in confusion. His body slowly grew restless in small motions such as fingers twitching and tossing and turning. He told you not to wake him for your own safety, so you hoped this was just a vivid dream and not a nightmare. You knew this was wishful thinking.

He continued to progress in stress and fear until he subconsciously broke out in tears and eventually woke himself up. By this time you inched closer to his body to make sure things didn’t get serious. He jolted up and his eyes darted around the room before they met yours. He let out a brief, hard sigh.

You frowned in sympathy. “You’re safe,” you say gently as you place a light hand on his bare arm. His breathing began to return to a normal pace ever so slowly as he slumped against a wall. He was too shocked to speak or process your presence at the moment.

“They won’t go away,” the man sounded childlike and defeated as he stared at the wall. You scooted right next to him and laid your head on his shoulder to bring him back a little more.

It came clear to him that physical strength doesn’t mean a thing when his brain is the most power tool that serves his body, yet poisons any ounce of peace offered to him.

“Maybe that’s the truth for now,” you say, inhaling. “But time heals all wounds. You’ll make it out alive,” you smile at him reassuringly after you lift your head up to see his tired, loving eyes meet yours.

He picked up your hand. His rough, calloused thumb caressed the back of your hand as he raised your hand to give it a kiss. You smiled at him even more. Making you smile was something that made Bucky feel more human. Less killing-machine like.

“Grab a snack with me?” he asks, standing up and lifting you up gently. You giggle as he carries you to the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. He opens his fridge and glances at you. “All right, doll, strawberries? Blueberries? Yogurt?” he listed off things he knew you liked. Your legs swung as you ruminated.

“Yogurt,” you spoke after a few moments of debating.

“Yogurt it is,” he says, grabbing two for the both of you. He peeled yours open and grabbed a spoon, scooping a little out.

Your legs we had enough room in between them so that he could stand between them. He leaned against the counter and placed a gentle hand on your chin, opening your jaw ever so gently and feeding you the yogurt with the other hand. You swallowed it with a hum of satisfaction.

His thumb wiped off the excess yogurt on the side of your mouth. His eyes seemed so calculating. He watched you like a hawk. It made you sort of nervous, how close you were and the look in his eyes. You could recognize that look from anywhere.

“No, Buck, it’s midnight,” you say before he feeds you another scoop of yogurt. He chuckles smugly.

His hand placed the yogurt down and snaked around the back of your neck. You gulped the yogurt down and sharply inhaled as you knew where this was going. His other hand rested on your thigh and remained stationary, waiting for consent.

You sighed and giggled, nodding at him.

“‘Atta girl,” he kissed your chin. “I wasn’t interested in this yogurt anyway.”

He pushed the yogurts out the way and, with both hands, pushed your thighs apart. You gasp in surprise as cold metal laid on your right thigh. Your lips were suddenly shut as they met his. The kiss was feverish and sloppy as he used one hand hooked the waistband of your pajama shorts. You lifted your hips and he slid your shorts off.

He broke the kiss to admire his beautiful doll spread on the counter just for him. All his. You blushed in slight embarrassment, feeling exposed before him.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, doll, every bit of you,” he mutters as if he’s saying it to himself. He peppered your face in loving kissed before placing both hands on your waist and pulling you to the edge of the counter, laying you down.

Your chest rose as you gasped for air, feeling his lips on your clit. Your hands grabbed for any nearby surface as you felt his tongue lick across your clit painstakingly slow. A moan escaped your lips as you felt two metal fingers coat itself in your slick and enter your body while his tongue simultaneously explored your core.

His fingers curved inside of you, slowly pulling in and out. Your back arched as his tongue gained a little bit more speed from when it was familiarizing itself. You began to squirm and whimper as the sensation was already a lot for you.

He didn’t allow this, of course, and used his free, warm hand to firmly grab onto your waist. You moaned in agony as you were held in place and had to endure the sensation. There were nothing but butterflies in your stomach.

Once again, his fingers increased in speed. You moaned even louder while your hand clasped onto the one holding your waist down in a desperate attempt to be freed to squirm. To no avail, it stayed.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, princess,” you felt his voice vibrate against your clit. Your walls clenched around his fingers as they incessantly picked up speed.

“Fuck, I might—“ as you spoke, Bucky immediately pulled his fingers out and stood from his position. You groaned in even more agony as the sensation quickly died down in your body.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it,” he tutted, his hand on back to guide you to sit up a little. Your eyes begrudgingly looked into his as you sat up to eye level with him.

His flesh hand opened up your jaw, two of his metal fingers entered your mouth. He had you taste the fresh slick of your core before he slid his fingers out of your mouth and chuckled. Your eyes were big and round while gazing at him.

“So good f’me, not an utter of complaint,” he smirked before guiding your smaller hands to his boxers. You sharply inhaled as you pulled them down low enough before they fell at his ankles.

He laid you back down on his cold counter before spreading your legs once again. You felt his warm tip tease your entrance as it coated itself in your slick. Your eyes squeezed shut. His hands rested firmly on your hips.

“Tell me when you’re ready for me to start moving, okay?” he warns. You felt his cock enter you and you whimpered in pain.

You struggled to even clench as he filled you up. Pain was the first thing you felt as he inched deeper and deeper inside of you. You heard him groan in pleasure above you. The unspoken thing about Super Soliders was that they were large in not only length, but also girth. You struggled as you felt yourself stretch against him.

“So fuckin’ small, you are,” he gritted out as his hips finally met your pelvis. You took a deep, long breath.

“Okay, I’m okay,” you muttered out. His thumb caressed your waist in response and his cock slowly pulled out. You moaned as the pain subsided into pleasure. Delicious, drool-worthy pleasure. He was big, and it felt like he was sculpted just for you.

Beginning at an easy pace, he thrusted in and out of your body, earning moans and groans from the both of you. You clenched around his cock in pleasure as you stretched just so perfectly around him. He felt the same way; Bucky lifted one hand off of your waist to grope your breast through your thin tank top.

Your moans began to increase as he picked up his pace to a perfect speed. He used a thumb to circle on your clit. He grinned at the sight of you; drooling, moaning, your cunt stretched as far as it can for his cock. The perfect view if you asked him.

He fucked you silly.

“I-I’m not lasting for much longer, Buck,” you managed to ease out as you felt your climax coming in quickly.

He picked up the speed as he groaned, not being able to form a response. You were so perfect. Your moans and groans turned to a symphony as you both were in sync, getting closer and closer.

“Cum for me baby,” he pleaded with you as he thrusted in and out of you. You whimpered in response and felt warmth all over your body as you reached your climax, he seemed to do the same as you felt warm seed enter your body. He groaned in pleasure and relief.

He thrusted in and out of you sloppily as you felt your clit throb from exhaustion. He pulled out of you slowly to give your body time to adjust. As he left your body, you felt his cum deep out of you. You groaned in uncomfortableness.

He kissed your damp forehead, grabbing a nearby tissue and wiping the leaked cum off of your skin. He peppered your face in kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and ‘thank you’s to you.

#x y/n #james buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #smut #bucky barnes #james barnes #mcu

[pathetic-sapphic]

Helloo, I just thinking about a dom!abby and sub+coquette+shy!reader without any specific kink, It's more bc I love this dynamic sm, with the reader being all pretty and cute and Abby having a very different style to her

[Of course, if you think it's nice, feel free to add any kink 😽]

Dom! Abby with a shy sub! S/O

SFW

Abby's type have always been cute and shy girls. The way the blush adorns your cheeks when she gives you an ounce of affection never fails to make her day.

She likes the way your styles contrast one another. Especially if you're the type to wear cute dresses, frilly skirts and pretty blouses. Spoils you by taking you shopping whenever she can.

When you're trying out clothes, she always makes you twirl so you can show off how well it fits you. Calls you her pretty girl and likes to stand behind you whenever you're doing your makeup so that she can stare at your reflections in the mirror.

Feels so proud whenever your kisses leave lipstick marks on her face. Encourages you to wear bolder colors just for this.

Another contrast that she likes is if she has a partner who is on the softer side. She loves chubby and fat girls, loves how wonderful they are to hug and hold.

Expect her hand to rest on your thigh whenever you're sitting next to her. She knows how shy you get when it comes to PDA, which is the only reason why she resists pulling you into her lap whenever she can. Instead, she settles for kneading the soft flesh of your thighs, pinching you teasingly every now and then.

If she catches you trying to hide your blushing cheeks or smile, she'll gently pull your hands away, ''Nuh-uh princess, let me see that pretty face.''

NSFW

Isn't against fingering you in public, under the table. Another reason why her hand always rests on your thigh, so she can sneak it up and under your skirt, her fingers playing with your sensitive cunt through your underwear.

Abby is a sucker for cute panties, with the little ribbons and all that. Thinks it's adorable and will tease you by licking your pussy through the fabric, enjoying the way you whine and beg for more.

Is always teasing you, anything to see the pretty red color adorn your cheeks. Makes you hold eye contact with her as she tells you all the things she'll do to you.

If you ever wear lingerie to surprise her, Abby is basically ready to propose to you on the spot. You just look so damn perfect, like an angel. Remind her to be gentle, else she's ready to rip the expensive fabric clean off of your body.

Abby is a soft dom who is very attentive to you and your pleasure. Definitely a service top who simply wants to make you feel good, as much as she likes it when you reciprocate, her main way of getting off is by getting her girl off first.

Praises you to heaven and back. Abby has a filthy tongue, always telling you how perfect you are, how well you take her strap, how pretty you look underneath her.

Mirror sex? Mirror sex. She loves making you watch as she fucks you all the while she's whispering praise and the dirtiest words known to man into your ear. Holds your face firmly so you don't look away, chuckling at your shy demeanor.

Hope you have plenty of foundation because you're gonna need it. Abby always feels the need to mark what is hers, and you're just so cute and perfect, of course there will be some idiots who think they can have you! So she takes preventive measures by marking you up whenever she has the chance.

All in all, you're her perfect girl and she loves showing you just how much you mean to her. Abby loves your shy personality but also likes getting you out of your comfort zone every now and then.

a/n: anyone want a pt 2?

#the last of us #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x reader

[anlian-aishang]

SNK Men - Masturbation Habits - Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Zeke [nsfw]

Levi

Masturbates in the shower. Levi deems it as a way to save time, to keep his sheets and clothes from getting too dirty. He hates to admit it, but something about sex makes him sweat easily. Even more shameful, he is weak to the flow of scalding water on his skin and the way it melts his reserves, inhibitions down the drain. The echo of tile walls amplifies the smacks of his hand around his cock, making it easier to imagine it's your pussy around him instead. Feigning the priority of cleanliness, he grants himself an excuse to be filthy. Levi sees masturbation as a last resort, something to rely on when he can’t have the real thing. As such, when by himself, he finishes fast. Three minutes of ferocity, white-knuckle holds of the shower bar and his erection. Toes curl tight against slippery tile. Soap trickles down his bangs and into his eyes. Squeezing them shut, he relies on imagined scenes to get him there. Strives to stay silent, but especially when it's been too long, not even Ackerman can prevent the grunts and swears from escaping. At the sound of his own succumbing, his ears, cheeks, chest flush red. On comedown, he deliberately jerks the metal handle to cold with hopes that, by the time he steps out and sees the mirror’s reflection, his fucked-out state will not stare him back.

Erwin

Gets off at his desk. It’s always the end of the quarter that his sex drive surges. Though it’s inconvenient at best and incapacitating at worst, he has come to understand why. A cruel chain reaction: work piles up, his mind multitasks to its bitter end, and at that end is a pure, carnal desire for reprieve. His signature grows illegible with the way his hand is shaking. He is making mistakes and making them in ink. Erwin clenched his fist, nails dug into his palm, but neither his erection nor filthy thoughts will die down. His hand is big, but his cock is bigger. The ratio aids his fantasy, trying to pretend it's your grasp wrapped around him instead. Erwin pumps himself a couple palms full of the lotion that others find so innocuously stored on top of his desk, lays a path of tissues on the pad of his office chair, and shuts his blinds as well as his eyes. Left hand works his member tight from tip to base. Right hand undoes his top button and hooks itself on the loop of his tie, allowing his breaths to deepen, and they do. Erwin growls through it. After this many successive nights of overtime, he deserves these minutes of release from those reins. Squeezing so hard that the veins in his biceps rise. Exhales harsh, fogging the oak of his desk top. Toes curl in his leather shoes. Words fail him as he climaxes to the thought of you barging in on him - loud grunts and moans of your name all the man can muster. 

Eren

Lays back on the sofa. Unspeakable yearnings have brought him to this point. It was not only that he was unable to make it to the privacy of his bedroom. More accurately, Eren was so caught up in his fantasy that he couldn't care less if he were walked-in on. Lying on his back, his right hand slithers beneath the hem of his shirt and hikes it to his teeth. Abdomen exposed to less stifling air. At the same time, his left hand handles his belt, button, zipper before tugging his waistband to rest at his upper thighs.  Eren leans his head back over the armrest, airway straightened, low yet loud vocals fill the room. Running his fingers through his hair, his elastic band snaps and lets his locks flow freely. Even with his eyes closed, his thumb lands right atop the lotion bottle - an old habit - and pumps a couple ounces into his hand. The unexpected cold draws a few hisses and curses, but before long, the fierce friction of his hand has converted it: hot like the rest of him. Even though he is reclined back, Eren is an active masturbator. His left hand has one job, one primary motion, but his right hand plays himself. Palm over his chest, fingertips pinching his jawline. Legs squirm, heels jut - all threatening to rip the leather couch. Instead of damaging the space around him, he takes that tension out on himself: cock sore, nipples bruised, scratches on his abdomen - but nothing that his sweatshirts can’t hide.

Armin

Shuts himself in his closet. An unexpectedly experienced masturbator, yet the shame Armin feels is disproportionately tremendous. Not even his bedroom is private enough, Arlert retreats to his locked closet, barely large enough to fit his clothes, let alone him. The blonde leans back against his wooden, creaky dresser and props his feet on the opposite wall. On the way to grab himself, his arm twitches: do you really need this? He tilts his head back and sighs: yes, you do.  Armin dips his fingers into his mouth and pretends that they’re yours. Sucks them deliberately as he aims to keep quiet. As his tugs grow tighter, fuller, that sucking becomes sloppy, though. Overstimulated cries demand his lips fall from a circle to a helpless part. His breaths are brisk on his skin, covered in his own saliva. Soon enough, his tongue is flopping in frantic indecision: keep quiet or cry your name? That tug-of-war results in a submissive symphony for his reddened ears alone. But at least you can’t hear it. But what if you did? For what he lacks in confidence, he makes up for in imagination. Armin softens his grip to match the way he thought you would hold him. First, your fingers. Then, your presence. Now, your contact. Once his walls have weakened past the point of disbelief, and only once he convinces himself that you’re the one working him can he get himself to his toe-curling, back-breaking climax. 

Jean

It always starts on his bed. Lazily palming himself on his mattress, Jean is rather carefree. Masturbation is not something he plans, but something he indulges in when he feels like it. It’s just one of those things. It is not something he lets himself anticipate all day, nor is it something he approaches with shame. Before he wakes up or before he drifts to sleep, it will cost only a little energy but help him rest. It’s the lie he tells himself, arousal his most gullible state. Less than a minute after he begins, Jean is panting, drooling, burying himself into his pillow. Swears muffled as he envelops his twitching cock in his similarly trembling hand. In working hours, he keeps his thoughts for you under wraps. When the sun is down, though, so is his façade of composure. Oh, the things he wants to do to you. More than that, what fucks him up is the thought of what you would do to him.  Tendons strain and cast shadows on his neck, a desperate attempt to subdue his needy vocals. In this one session, the scenarios he has fantasized over have flashed faster than seconds. In that way, he thinks he must have lasted a while. In reality, everything is skewed. When he goes for days, sometimes weeks, without release, that release is difficult to delay. His pent-up dam demands a break: the uncatchable shot of his warm seed through his fingers and onto his sheets. He always thinks that climax will wind him down, but instead, it gets him up and out of bed, to the laundry machines.

Reiner

Slams himself against the door. Panting hard before he can even unbuckle and unzip himself. He’s ashamed to admit it all: how badly he wants to cum, how badly he needs to. The desperate rasp in his throat and the way it bounces off his bedroom walls turns his blush ablaze. He manages a squint and the sight of his bed, but the stagger in his legs tells him that he won’t make the walk. Reiner leans back against the wooden slate, one hand around his cock, one hand clutching the doorknob for stability. Eyes rolled back into his head. Hair a mess after this many runs of his hand through it. Inhales hiss through his teeth. Exhales shake on their fall past his lips. Looking down at himself, he notices the way his abdomen ripples with blood flow and wonders if you’d like that. He could practically hear you, the way you would dip your fingers into his mouth and pry, beckoning his moans and encouraging their volume. His imagination of what else you would do drives the speed and force of his hand. Pants crumpled at his ankles bind his legs to the perfect spread. His back is soaked with cold sweat, slicking and sticking him to his bedroom door. The flicks of his wrist are automatic now, racing to catch up with the snowball effect in his mind: you you you. With one final, nearly sadistic yank, he brings himself to finish - the sensation just as incoherent as his calls of your name.

Zeke

Tucks himself into bed. To Zeke, masturbation is a ritual, religiously stocked with offerings. From the drawer of his bedside table, he removes fire-and-ice lubrication and a ten-inch fleshlight. Atop the nightstand, a pack of cigarettes and his reflective lighter wait to accompany his comedown. He removes his glasses and sets them aside. By a thumb on his waistband, he peels his briefs down and flings them into the hamper across the room, satisfied with his aim.  Zeke deliberately clashes his teeth together, trying to resist the admission of how good the initial sheathe feels. This is his relaxation time and he intends to savor it. His spank bank is rich with both fond memories and colorful fantasies. Playing them back in his mind, he accompanies the scenes with his own vocalizations, beating himself to the rhythm of your ass as it bounced around his cock, or the way your head bobbed back and forth around him. Most men last only a few minutes. Zeke basks in his average time of one hour. Edging himself on and on, chuckling maniacally each time he - to his own surprise - manages to wean himself off at the last second. His arm does not tire. His images are endless. It is only after the friction reaches an unbearable burn and his wrist begins to cramp that Zeke decides to give in, though he didn’t like to phrase it that way. Tilting his head back, his exhale is deceptively cool as his hot cum soaks his sleeve. It takes a couple flicks of his lighter, and many more involuntary twitches, though, until the pleasure truly ends.

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[lexsssu]

Knotting (Zhongli | Morax)

TAGS: Zhongli/F!Reader, breeding, knotting, cave sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

“Pretty little mate...gonna give me gorgeous hatchlings…”

Morax releases a purr as his larger masculine form pins you down on your nest, the cold cave floor decorated with a myriad of the finest furs and silks to prevent your precious skin from being scratched or even dirtied.

Secluded in a cave deep within one of the many mountains in Liyue, the former geo archon had you all to himself. He made sure to stock up on all the necessities, unwilling to make you feel even an ounce of discomfort once he’d whisked you away to your shared nest that he painstakingly decorated for you.

Though retired from his previous godly duties, there is no way he will allow his most precious gem, the jewel in his palm, his one and only beloved to be wronged. He is a god of war, a god of contracts, but also a god of commerce.

To not allow his own mate to experience the comforts that came with his titles and wealth is disrespect towards himself and most importantly you.

That is why piles of mora, gems, antiques, and other priceless treasures littered the expansive cavern, glittering like the amber that grew upon the stone walls and lit up the area in different shades of gold and even cor lapis.

However, the finery presented to your eyes are the last thing on your mind as your husband plows into you from behind like a man possessed with only the need to fuck your cunt open until even your womb takes the shape of his cock.

You could only do your best to keep your lower half upright, feeling each harsh smack of Zhongli’s pelvis against your plush derriere whenever he bottoms out, the tip of his girthy length knocking at the entrance to your baby-making chamber. Every ridge, every prominent vein upon his half-transformed cock scraped at your moist spongy walls, coaxing only the most pathetic and yet adorable moans and whimpers from you especially when he repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

At least, Morax thought that they were the loveliest sounds he’d heard during his millennia of existence.

However, the choked moan you emit once the fat knot at the base of his imposing member slipped inside your tight walls is his absolute favorite. Despite how much smaller you were normally and even more so once he’d transformed into his more primal form, the fact that you’re able to take ALL of him from tip to base including his knot…

“Perfect mate...you’re gonna be so round, soft, and warm with our brood once my seed takes…”

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[ghostlywhiskey]

Simon “Ghost” Riley - Love of My Life (Simon’s POV)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,012

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ grinding, fingering, spitting, unprotected sex - If anything else let me know - I'm slightly brain dead writing this.

Summary: Simon comes to your apartment to end things between you.

A/N: Fueled by the song that is my top song of all time on Spotify tee hee. Babies…we know the drill. My proofreading is always little to none. This one took forever because I struggled writing the smut for this, but cheers xoxo.

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Baby, you were the love of my life, woah Maybe you don't know what's lost 'til you find it

“Hey.” My voice sounds so fucking small and pathetic standing in the doorway of her apartment, hands in the pockets of my jeans. “Hey.” She repeats, moving out of the way to let me walk inside.

Somehow trying to breathe while getting waterboarded is easier compared to trying to breathe with the tension in the air between us. 

Walking inside, I kick my shoes off as she closes the door and walks toward her room. Quietly following her it feels like walking with a ball and chain around both ankles. My body is trying to prevent me from going into her room because it’s trying to reject what it already knows. 

She sits down on her bed and I shrug off my jacket, letting it hang off the back of her desk chair as I sit down on it. The silence hangs over us, she’s looking down at her hands. The way she fidgets with her rings indicates she’s nervous. It’s my fault, I’m the one who told her we had to talk. 

“An-” Stopping myself before I say ‘angel’. Not the time. Never again actually. She glances up at me, chuckling softly. “Well, that gives me an idea of where this is going.” The sound of her voice lower than normal, sadness weighing down her vocal cords. The thing is, I can’t even deny her comment. Part of me wants to just say, ‘No, angel. Don’t assume that. We’re fine.’ - but, it would be a fucking lie if I did.

“This would be the part where you disagree with what I’m thinking.” Shaking my head, my eyes meet hers. “But the other part you know I’m going to agree with.” I point out, quickly shooting down any hope as if it was an enemy target. “Then just say it, dammit.” Something snaps in her, I’m the reason for it.

I’m also the reason she lays awake crying when I’m away on missions. The reason she doesn’t have a normal boyfriend who can see her more often than not. The reason she’s left anxious when I don’t reply to a text or a call in a certain amount of time. The reason she feels more alone despite having a man who has loved her more than anything in this life. I wish I didn’t live up to the name ‘Ghost’ when it comes to her, but it’s the one mission I’ve failed.

“I’m letting you go.” The only words I’m able to get out. Because there isn't anything else to say, to me it is as simple as that. She blinks a few times, processing the four words that left my mouth. “Letting me go?” She re-states, confirming what I just said. “Yeah.” I’m detaching my emotions from my words. 

I take you with me every time I go away

The polaroid sat snug between my fingers. It’s replaced the pack of cigarettes I’d once itch to reach for and drag ‘til it was time for another. How is a little image the only thing that relieves any ounce of stress in my body? From one addiction to another, somehow this one feels a lot  deadlier. If only she was as accessible as a pack of cigarettes. She tastes a hell of a lot sweeter between my lips that's for sure. Maybe that’s why this addiction is worse - having a taste every now and then has me crawling back home for more. 

Fuck this shit. I’m fucked. 

Soap nudges my arm, my attention pulled from the drug of choice in my hand. “Is that who I ‘tink it is?” He questions me. The bloody Scot knows the answer to his question. “Oi, why you asking questions you know the answer to?” A grin forms on his face. “Never thought I’d see ‘da day you look fuckin’ smitten is all. Even behind the mask it’s obvious.” And thank fuck for the mask or he’d see I look like I’ve got the worst sunburn of my life. 

“You and me both it seems.” My attention went back to the polaroid, now held between my thumb and pointer finger. Brushing my thumb across the picture of her is like opening flood gates for my mind to imagine she’s right here. As if brushing my thumb over it would have her appear like a genie from a bottle. 

If only it were that fucking easy. 

I remember back at Johnny's place, it's not the same anymore

“Johnny, I’m not a party person.” I state into his ear as I’m trying to leave his apartment. The apartment had slowly filled with people for his birthday, but I was ready to jump out the window. “No, you’ve got to stay!” He protested, putting an arm around my neck. I huff, glancing at him. “One more hour and I’m gone.” Smiling wide, he cheered. “Let’s fuckin’ go!” 

“I need a fuckin’ drink.” The words coming out of my mouth as I walk to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. A girl sits on the counter, a cup in her hand as she stares at the crowd of people filling the living room. She looks uncomfortable, but that isn’t my problem. I grab a plastic cup, pouring some whiskey. 

“Are you a dad?” Her voice fills the kitchen. A dad? My brows furrow, turning to look at her. “The whiskey. That’s your drink of choice?” She asks, glancing at the cup before her eyes meet mine. “What?” The confused tone laced in my words. “All the old men in my life drink whiskey.” She slides off the counter, walking over to me. “Well, I’m not in your life. Or old.” I huff, glancing at her cup and nod towards it. “What’s your drink of choice?” 

She smiles, turning the cup upside down over the sink. “Nothing, just pretending.” She chuckles. “I’m the driver tonight since I didn’t even want to be here.” Well, that makes two of us. “You know Soap?” Her expression turns into a confused one, quickly correcting my mistake. “I mean John.” Only then does she nod. “My friend is seeing him, which is why I’m here in the kitchen hiding out. I don’t know anyone out there.” Now, I can’t help but smile. “Mind if I hide with you in here?” I chuckle, sipping the whiskey. 

“If you drink that whiskey, absolutely I mind. But I guess you’re in my life now, so you get a pass.” She teases.

It's unfortunate, ooh Just coordinates, ooh

“Hi, Simon.” Her voice easing every tense muscle in my body, coming undone like a child ripping a Christmas present open with urgency. “Hi, angel.” Responding to her as I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder, sitting down on the bed to undo my boots. “How was your day?” 

“Hmm,” She hums, the sound of her shifting in her sheets fills my ear as I wait for the response. “It was okay, nothing exciting.”

“Where are you this time?” She’s forcing herself to stay awake, I can hear it in her voice. Moments like this I feel selfish having her in my life. Is it selfish? Selfish to love someone who hears your voice over a phone more than they hear it raw and undistorted face-to-face. It has to be. “Mexico. It’s hot a shit.” I mutter, kicking my boots off. Her giggle on the other end puts the first smile on my face today. “What’s so funny, huh?” My brows furrow, grabbing the phone as the floor becomes the fixation of my gaze. The giggle fading as she starts to speak, “I think it’s funny I’m more concerned of you getting heat stroke with that damn mask than anything else.”

“No need to be concerned.” A stupid, dopey smile forms on my face despite how stern my voice sounds. “Easier said than done.” Her response is quick, no thought behind it or second guessing it. A sigh escapes my lips,  “Angel, I mean it. Don’t be concerned.” My eyes wander around the room as I wait for her reply. Why is she so quiet all of a sudden? “Angel?”

“Yeah? Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” The sound of her sniffle followed by a nervous laugh tells me enough. She couldn’t hide her emotions if her life depended on it. “Please don’t cry.” My own voice is strained, every time she gets upset I feel worse about having her in my life. “Don’t tell me what to do, Lieutenant.” She teases, but her laugh this time just sounds sad. My upper body falls back against the mattress as I stare up at the ceiling. “Too bad. I’m telling you what to do.” 

“Simon?” How do I tell her I want to hear her say my name for the rest of my life? “Yeah, baby?” I responded. “I miss you.” Fuck. My throat feels like someone is tightening a rope around it. Why can’t they just fucking cut my air supply off while they are at it? 

The rope loosens, the air coming back into my lungs as I inhale and exhale out. “I miss you too.” My free hand runs down my face, dragging down to rest itself on my chest. “I’ll be home soon, yeah? Then it will just be us. How does that sound?” The thump beneath my fingers intensifies. Closing my eyes for a moment, I focus on the heartbeat. The thought of her next to me. Hiding us from the world in the confines of my apartment walls. I’m not a religious man, but that sounds like heaven. Would God let me in? Would he let me stay? I’m not deserving of either option. But, I’m getting on my knees and fucking praying for at least a few moments.

“It sounds like a plan to me.” Finally, I can tell she’s smiling again on the other side of the phone. 

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah Maybe you don't know what's lost 'til you find it

I think standing on the edge of a cliff would ignite less anxiety in me than sitting on the edge of her right now. The familiarity of being close to death is far more comforting than the unfamiliarity of breaking my own heart so she can live life finding the love she deserves. My legs spread as my elbows rest on my thighs, running my hands through my hair. 

We’ve been going back and forth arguing about breaking up for the past hour now. “So, that’s it?” Her voice punched me back into reality as I looked at her across the room. Her arms crossed as she leaned against her desk.

No. I don’t want it to be. But, I can’t be selfish. You deserve better. 

“That’s it.” I confirm her question, the words coming out of me and taste as bitter as vomit. Except I want to swallow the vomit back up. My eyes go back down to the floor between my feet, scared if I look back at her I’ll swallow the vomit back up. And I can’t.

Her breathing is soft in the dark bedroom, it’s the only sound mixed with my own breathing. And the blood I hear pumping through my body at an alarming rate. “Could I have done anything differently that would have avoided this?” 

God dammit, angel. You were never the problem. 

“Stop that. Don’t think for a second you’re to blame.” Just look at her, stop looking at the floor, dickhead. “Look me in the eyes and say that then.” Her voice strained, my head tilted up to look at her. Sighing, I push myself off the bed, jumping off the cliff. In a few steps, I’m standing in front of her. My hand slips past her neck, slipping behind her head as my fingers tangle in her hair. 

Gently, the hand tugs her hair gently for her to look up at me. “I’m lookin’ at you and I’m tellin’ you that you couldn’t have done anything.” It feels like her eyes are peeling every layer of me back, trying to look for any sign that I’m regretting this deep down. “You’re never gonna get what you deserve from me.” The sound of my voice breaking at the end is the first time I’ve let it show emotion tonight. The tears slowly built up in her eyes, my gaze locked on her. She knows I’m right. Again, it’s just something she doesn’t want to admit. “Simon.” Her voice breaks the same time the first tear slides down her cheek.  

My hand slips from behind her head, both of them moving to cup her face. “Angel.” I finally just pull the fucking bandaid off and say my nickname for her after avoiding it this entire time. My head leans down to rest my forehead against hers, her own hands moved to my face. “Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me.” She begs. Thumbs wiping her tears as they cascade down. “I need to, angel. I need to.” I don’t want to, but I never deserved you. The gentle tug of my head caused by her hands, lips connecting with mine. 

She tastes so sweet between my lips, just how I always remember she tastes. But this time it’s mixed with the salty taste of her tears. 

She steps forward, causing me to step back. She keeps walking until my legs hit the bed, my body accepts the fact I can’t move back anymore and drops down to it. Pulling her onto my lap, her arms snake around my neck. The kiss never breaks. I think we’re both scared that if we stop that one of us will try to convince the other we can’t do this. My hands slip under her shirt, one on her waist while the other reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.

My hand stops as my fingers graze the clasp. Don’t do it. Fucking hell, don’t. The tips of my fingers rubbing the clasp to get a feel for it, like I’m trying to pick a lock. The wings of the bra separating as my fingers unclasp the hook. Successfully, the lock has been picked. Once undone, my hands move to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. Only then do our lips separate to let the shirt pass through and give us a chance to catch our breaths. We aren’t scared this time to separate, knowing we won’t stop each other. As I pull her shirt off, she slides the bra straps down her arms and flings it to the floor. 

While we are separated, I take the opportunity to remove my own shirt. Our clothes started to pile on the floor as we discarded them. Her chest pressing against mine as she moves back in to kiss me, her hips moving against me. Her skin is always so cold, it sends chills up my spine when it comes in contact with my own. My hands slip down to her hips, grabbing them as I help her move against me back and forth.

The only sound besides our kisses are the soft groans building in my throat, my pants becoming a straight jacket against my crotch the longer she grinds against me. “Get rid of the fucking clothes, fuck.” I mutter against her lips, pushing her off my lap as she stumbles to catch her balance. Reaching back out to pull her to stand between my legs, hands on either side of her thighs, running them up to the waistband of her leggings. My head leaning in to place kisses on her stomach, glancing up at her. Her own hands glide through my hair before she gently tugs, another groan leaving my as I pull the leggings down along with her panties. 

It’s shitty for me to give into this. I know it is. It opens the door for us to forget about the conversation we just had, but I’m not forgetting it. I’m leaving after this.

Fingers gently graze her core, her heat radiating as I spread her folds open. My own palm faces me as her already wet cunt is begging for something to clench around as my ring and index finger rub back and forth between her folds. “Always so f’ckin’ ready.” Our eyes are not moving to look away from each other as her hands tug my hair to keep me looking up at her. “Stop teasing. Please.” She begs, her thighs trying to squeeze together but my knee moving to keep her legs separated. “You know how much I like to see you dripping before I even fuck you.” She whines at my response, but it amplifies louder as the two fingers push into her. Her knees slightly bend, causing a chuckle to escape my lips. “Weak at the knees, are you?” Teasing, I kiss her stomach again. “Ngh..” She groans, her hand reaching to grab my wrist. 

Not fighting her back, she pulls my hand away, fingers already coated in her juices. I love how responsive her body is for me. Good luck to the next bastard who has to try and compete with the memory I leave her body with.

As she pulls my hand away, I tug it out of her grasp, slipping the fingers into my mouth to clean. A soft hum against my fingers. So sweet. Once satisfied, my pants are pulled down and I stand up to shrug them off my ankles. Both completely bare now, my arms move to pick her up to move her onto her bed. Hovering over her as she lays on the bed, I push her legs apart and settle between her legs. Like muscle memory, her legs bend slightly and lift to rest her heels on my lower back. 

Supporting myself up, my palms rested by her forearms, but one hand moved to rest over her mouth for a brief moment. “Spit.” And just like the good girl she is, she spits on my palm as some of it drips down her chin. My palm coming up to my mouth as I also spit on it before reaching down to pump my cock. Guiding it to her folds, the tip teases her as I move my cock with my hand to slide between her folds and move side to side to tease her. Her whine again fills my ears, a smirk turns my blank expression into a mischievous one. “Say what you want.” Another order directed to her, her hips lift slightly as she grabs my forearm with one hand. “Fuck me, Simon.” All I needed to hear right now, fuck the teasing is the only thought in my head as I position myself. My hand dropped back to her side as I held myself up and thrusted into her. 

Her initial cry out from the pressure filling her always sends me over the edge. I swear it might be enough to make me fill her right then and there most times. “Perfect fuckin’ fit.” I grumble, my head leaning down to kiss her. Her lips meet mine before I even make it all the way down to her, her hand reaching around my head to pull me closer. The moans from her echoing into my head as she kissed me. Palms now fisting the sheets in my hands, my hips thrust into her roughly. 

Rough and slow - just how she likes it. Finding a rhythm, I stick to it and hold for a few moments every time my hips meet her skin. Burying myself in her like I’m digging my grave, except this won’t be my final resting place. I pull from the kiss, looking down at her. “Eyes on me, got it?” She nods, her eyes only closing for a moment as I thrust into her again and drag out slowly before repeating my thrust just as my tip is on the edge of losing contact with her. She whimpers, and I grab her face in my hands. “Eyes.” I hiss, her eyes opening immediately to stare at me. Her lips spread open slightly as she pulls in oxygen and exhales a moan. My grip on her face releasing, her lips parting more now that she can let air in and out easier now. “Simon.” Her voice drags out the ‘-on’, my eyes watching her as she moans my name. “You sound like an angel, you know that? You say my name like it’s a prayer.” Except I can’t answer her prayers, and I know tonight they revolve around hoping I stay.

Her cheeks look like pink paint has spilled over them, she’s never been one to blush at actions, but she acted as if my words were the sweetest thing she ever heard. “You’re so gorgeous.” My voice is barely a whisper, but it’s quickly covered by a groan as I feel her pulsating around my cock. The way her hands cup my face as my own eyes close, now she demands my eye contact to stay on her. “I love you, Simon.” She chokes out as my eyes open and look at her.

My pupils are already larger to adjust to the dark room, but I’m damn near positive they must look blown out when she says those words. I can’t say it back. We’ve never said it out loud. I’m not saying it now. So, I lean down to kiss her instead, a hand reaching down to grab her waist as I push both of us closer to climaxing. My lips pull from hers as I move town to her neck, kissing her skin. I can’t look at her now.

“I-I’m…Simon…more.” She begs, her arms wrapping around me, her nails dig into my back. Another hiss leaves my mouth as I feel her nails dig into my skin as I kiss her neck. “Angel.” I groan, my thrusts getting sloppy. The hand on her waist moves to her lower abdomen, pushing gently. Time to finish her off.

The squishing noises fill the room as she cries out from her climax that hits her. My own following after as I pull my head from her neck and look at her head leaning back in pleasure. My thrusts go until I feel the last bit of cum spill into her, pulling out of her and collapsing on the bed next to her.

It's not what I wanted, to leave you behind Don't know where you'll land when you fly

The room is quiet, her soft breathing tickling my chest as she sleeps peacefully. My eyes are looking up at the ceiling as I try to shut off my brain and the pros and cons list forming in my head if I stay. I need to leave.

Glancing at her sleeping, I closed my eyes for a minute. Am I preparing myself to leave or remembering the image of her like this? Who am I kidding, I’ll remember her face for the rest of my life. Opening them again, my body carefully slips out of the bed. She stirs slightly, but just rolls over on her other side as she pulls the blankets closer to her body. 

Collecting my discarded clothes, I re-dress myself after the events of the night. My feet quietly walk to the edge of the bed her body is facing, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “For the best.” I whisper, standing back up straight. She doesn’t move awake, but a soft smile forms on her face while she sleeps.

Fuck. I need to get out of here. And with that, I slip out of her room and the apartment. My hands are buried in my jacket pockets as I take the elevator down, eyes fixated on the doors. I’m breaking her heart, but it doesn’t mean mine is breaking any less. I love her.

But, baby, you were the love of my life

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[saintmuses]

❝𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧❞

Pairing:

Jonathan Crane x Abducted!Reader

Summary:

She spent time wondering why she wasn’t handed over to Ra’s al Ghul like a bargaining chip until the actions of Jonathan’s were revealed to her one night.

Warning(s): SMUT. Implied minor age gap. P in V. Jonathan being soft for reader. Abduction. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 2.9k

There was this flame, stronger than any of the fires she would and had witnessed it throughout her life, she would be dumb if she did not recognize the flame that was roaring in many ways between them. After all, there was that particular flame crackling and burning since they met a long time ago before Gotham collapsed even further with Jonathan’s fear toxin.

A dangerous mess that she and Jonathan had made upon the moment they met.

There was a negative aspect to this; no one was here or any limitations to stop the feeling that consumed her for the last few months. The last time she'd experienced it, she felt flickers of it. 

She was a student in Jonathan’s class three years ago during her first year at Gotham University. To her it was the position of authority that oppressed the flickers she felt towards him. They had remained on neutral grounds; he was very stoic towards her that she did not have to worry about crossing the boundaries because she would if he had shown an ounce of interest. It also helped that she was with someone at that time. 

However, it did not stop her wondering of what-ifs after she left his class. Somehow the distance between them other than seeing glimpses of him in the hallways of the campus did not oppress the flickers. Instead, it ignited like it was a gasoline to her feelings towards Jonathan which would be considered already flaming.

Which made the fire more roaring.

It did not really help that his baser, predatory side was preventing her from slipping through the walls of his own creation he had for himself.

It was different last time, it only lasted momentarily when he had softened towards her few and far between after she was done with his class for freshman year. As if the sight of her presence chased away the dark gloomy iciness surrounding his heart. Somehow this time, he hardened himself more whenever he was around her.

It was quite a monstrous thing. His stoic expressions, his words were the buffer to dampen the interactions between them, treating her as if she was a package to be sent to somewhere. She'd suppose she was, after all there was something insidious that caused him to take her that night when Gotham collapsed completely.

It was quite a monstrous thing, to see him being the cold stoic human that he briefly once was when she first met him, and yet the monstrous thing was to feel him touching her skin, lingering as his words did the opposite. 

Cold, sharp, and cutting all at once, and yet warmth, possessive and electrifying too.

In moments like these, his fingers would brush her exposed skin. His cold icy eyes would follow behind, then the moment would be doused by his words.

As if to remind himself she was not worth it. It also did not help the fact she was never been inflicted by the chemicals he had made. Instead, she would notice his eyes tend to get a little dark whenever they linger on the sentiment, and he never lifted a finger to use it on her.

She was determined to put a crack in his armor, shattered beyond the point where he could not put them back together ever again.

She knew he wanted her to see him as a monster, as Scarecrow and not the man. Instead, she saw him as both. Perhaps in another life where she did not know him at all, she would view him permanently as Scarecrow.

It did not help her desires.

Whenever he showed his slightly monstrous side, it was a lure, like a moth to flame. She was drawn to him strongly when he was not disguising himself with farce. She knew he was capable of being a decent man whenever he wanted to be, but he was also a monster as well. The true decency where the monster did not intervene came few and far between.

It was debauching to her because she wanted him. All of him, and his treatment of her; keeping her at distance did not dampen it.

Neither will the flame they danced around since they met the first and the last time.

She was shaken from her reveries when she heard the door closing, following with the shoes touching the hardwood floors as he walked into the living room.

"When will you hand me over to Ra’s al Ghul?” She asked, staring at the book before she closed the binding. She then put it on the coffee table before pushing herself from the plush couch, turning her head to him.

She did go to sleep in her apartment one night only to wake up in his apartment to complete a deal with Ra’s al Ghul, but he had dampened her ideas by holding her hostage after the deadline which was not the plan. She had thought he was willing to hand her over when Ra’s al Ghul came to town that occurred two months ago, but she found out he had not said a word to Ra’s al Ghul’s lackeys hence holding her hostage longer.

"When it's time," he said stoically, eyes burning ice into her soul. She blinked away the sensation.

She snorted as she strode over to where he was standing which was not far from the couch. "You had time to do it weeks ago." She spat, reminding him as the incredulity coated her tone. She stared at him. "You need me alive so you can lure your Ra’s al Ghul out of his hiding spot, so you can complete whatever bargaining with him which should've happened two weeks ago." She hissed, her eyes narrowing into a glare before continuing. "I'm trying to prevent the catastrophic mess that could happen if you don't hand me over to him!"

He only looked at her with a slight amusement in his depths, which only made her more frustrated.

She crossed her arms, "do you even have the bargaining chip?" She questioned him, gritting her teeth.

He inclined his head. "Yes," he answered noncommittally. 

She scoffed, staring at him in disbelief before she spoke. "Yet, I don't see myself gone or dead." She did fight him like a vicious cat when she woke up in his place, but she was used to it by now.

Before she could breathe another word, he had his hand in her hair, fingers intertwining her strands before jerking her head back. She nearly gasped in surprise. Her neck was craning, but not painful as he asserted his power over her.

"Don't tempt me," he growled, his eyes flashing as coldness seeped into his gaze as his irises darkened in a true predator fashion with anger, the muscles underneath his skin around his jaw began to flex under strain as he stared down at her.

She stared up at him with fascination. It was the first time he ever showed his unhinged side. He eluded control and power with violence in disguise of soft words.

It was quite a monstrous thing. 

God help her, but she wanted him to consume her. 

"Then what do you want?" She growled at him. "You've got the fear toxin, you've got me, and I'm sure you can find a way to lure him out here.” She ticked off the vitality of the bargaining. "So, what the hell do you want!?" She repeated the question.

She heard the rumble in his chest before he snarled out the word, "you!" She reared back in surprise with a little distance due to his hand in her hair. "I want you. I don't want to give you over to Ra’s al Ghul because I want you all to myself."

The silence was loud. Somewhat a suspension in time with waves rushing towards the cliff sides, something like planets heading towards each other in the state of collision, or an atomic bomb aiming towards a piece of land before it exploded.

"Then do it." She breathed, staring at his lips before moving her gaze into his depths.

Then the silence broke, with waves crashing into the cliffs. Planets colliding into pieces, and the atomic bomb exploded with devastating effects.

Without warning, his mouth engulfed hers. Her gasp disappeared into his mouth as he towered over her, his arm that wasn't occupied took place around her waist. His lips devouring hers, tongue swiping across her lips before prying them apart to probe deep into her mouth, she felt herself responding with a level of desperation that shocked her.

His lips felt electrifying and home all at once.

She became aware of her own frantic moans and wondered who she'd become.

The one that met this wretched villainous of a man.

He withdrew from her lips; his hand released her strands as he took a step back. She wanted to protest, but the determined emotion that was painted on his face stopped her from saying something.

She then felt his arm moving across her waist onto her forearm before he gently enclosed his fingers around her hand.

He sat down on the chaise part of the couch before, tugging her towards him. She felt him releasing her hand as his fingers went to the top of his trousers where his belt resided.

A sensation of her abdomen clenching had her in a whirlpool of lust as she gazed at the movement of his hands.

His fingers pulled the leather out from the metal clasp, pulling upward for the pin to be released from the tiny hole before he loosened the metal.

She noticed he was staring at her, "come here." He commanded softly as he unbuttoned the top of his trouser before unzipping.

She breathed in sharply as she took a step closer to him when he lifted his thighs to move his trouser before pushing them off until it reached his knees.

The air became trapped in her lungs when his erection was revealed to her.

How is it going to fit inside her?

It was huge, bigger than her previous partners, and on the longer side. She realized she was becoming aroused from the sight.

Straying her eyes away from his cock. She had just noticed his hands moved until he unbuttoned his white shirt, releasing the buttons from the confinements, baring his chest under her gaze.

He smirked up at her as he leaned forward until his hands curled around her thighs to pull her towards him. She maneuvered her legs until she was sitting on the edge of his knees.

She shivered as his hands then glided upward on her back, warmth seeping into her skin then she raised her arms when he pulled the summer dress off of her, leaving her sitting in her lacy underwear.

He then backtracked his previous path until his fingers curled around her breasts, she moaned slightly, arching her chest as he craned his neck to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her hands reached for his hair, gasping as he sucked harder, biting slightly before soothing it with his tongue.

His hands withdrew from her breast until they reached for her underwear. She jerked slightly in surprise when she heard and felt the scrap of fabric ripped away from her.

His other hand withdrew from the curve of her butt, then she felt his hand reaching the curve of her thigh, and he then dragged her from his knees to the top of his thighs, smearing her wetness onto his skin as he did so.

He pulled her towards him slightly until she felt the tip of his cock brushed against her lower abdomen, she shuddered at the feeling of it, feeling bold she pushed herself forward until she felt his entire cock onto her skin. It was trapped between her pelvic bone and his stomach.

Her lips curled up when she felt his fingers tightened on her hips as his breathing became ragged. Determined to make him lose control, she inched her hips in the air slightly, and started to glide along his cock, coating it with her wetness.

She then gasped lightly when she felt him pushing her hips down as he thrusted against her. The head of his cock nudged against the nerves of her clit, making her throw her head back.

A moment later, she found herself pressing against the fabric of the couch on her stomach. Her nipples pebbled uncomfortably as it chafed against the fabric.

She could feel his thighs on each side of her thighs, his chest was pressing against her back as he held her arms above her head as if he was caging her in.

His cock sunk into between her thighs, rubbing along her clit as he shifted his hips, not entering her. 

It was quite sensual. Almost as forceful, but so willingly.

He arched his hips just enough after pushing himself up only using her arms as leverage, and she moaned into the fabric as she felt the tip of his cock nudging slightly at the entrance before it pushed into her slowly then withdrew slightly.

Before she could protest, her eyes were glazed over as he pushed back inside her, forcibly thrusting in and out of her pussy. 

She whimpered while he purred deep in his chest, the noise triggered her walls into squeezing convulsively around his cock.

With a growl, he gripped her arms hard, and slammed into her with such brute force that she almost came. A noise escaped from her throat as her body shuddered from his immense size forcing her walls open, reaching her cervix.

Her whole body rocked with the violence of his thrusts. "More," she mumbled into the fabric, begging.

It was a monstrous thing, for her to want more. Somehow it was never enough when it came to him.

It was addicting.

"You're a greedy little thing," he breathed into her ear as he swiveled his hips into her before he bottomed out his cock fully seated inside her, stretching her walls beyond her limits. "So tight," he murmured, she could feel his fingers flexing into her skin, then she felt the slight emptiness as he pulled back slowly. She felt him pause, the head of his cock was nestled in her before he withdrew from her.

"Please don't stop," she whined, high pitched keen erupted from her throat as she felt his fingers pushing into her instead of his cock.

She hadn't realized that he removed one of his hands from her arms until then.

"No one gets to touch this but me," he hissed, pushing his digits into her, curling downward slightly before removing from her. 

She whimpered, her walls clenching the emptiness he left her with other than the fingers at the entrance, "only you." She agreed, nodding into the fabric. 

"Good girl," he rumbled into her ear as he snaked his left arm under her, gliding along her stomach, trailing up between her breasts until he wrapped his hand onto the curve where her neck and the shoulder met, gripping it slightly before trailing his hand towards her forearms, joining his other hand.

He curled his fingers around her skin, briefly pressing his chest against her back before leaning back.

She then moaned, the noise escaped from her lungs when she felt him slamming his hips back into her, forcing his cock into her once again.

She heard him groan, "you feel that?" He asked hoarsely. "You feel how your pussy takes my cock? Inch by inch until there's nothing left." He breathed; lust coated his tongue.

Her breathing hitched as she began to squeeze around his cock involuntarily in response.

She felt his fingers tightening around her wrists as he snarled, "fuck."

"Please, Jon." She whimpered, arching her buttocks into him to start fucking her again.

Wet, sloppy squelching sounds echoed through the room as he slammed into her with brutal heavy thrusts -edging on unhinged speed- that would leave fabric prints into her skin as her body chafed against the couch.

"You belong to me," he growled, grunting slightly. "Do you understand?" Feeling dazed, she nodded into the fabric. "I could have you like this all day, and I'll never get tired of fucking you." She only clenched around him; his hips then sped up. "Owning you, I'll never get tired of it." He grounded the words out through his teeth.

She whined in response, "please. Please" she repeated the word over and over into the fabric igniting a reaction. He exploded inside her with a guttural groan, eliciting a cry of surprise along with climax of pleasure from her when she felt his chest pushing down on her back as he gave up on strength.

He pumped load after load of his thick cum into her. "Fuck. Such a good girl." She nearly preened at his praise after he purred into her ear those words as he rocked his hips in short, jerky movements as he came, not stopping until he emptied inside of her. Until she overflowed with his cum. “You’re dead to the world, no one knows that you’re alive,” he inhaled deeply. “You're never going back, you’re staying here.”

She felt the thick fluids slowly begin to seep out of her, and she heard him chuckling before his hands grasped her hips to turn her over, facing him she sighed in relief as her body released the tension. Opening her eyes, she peered out to see Jonathan’s eyes gazing at hers, and her heart began to hammer as the blood pooled into her cheeks when she saw his lips curled up into a smirk.

#cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane x y/n #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #the dark knight trilogy

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! S/O hurt by a victim

Slashers x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: Beefy murder boyfriends, hurt/comfort, minor angst, injuries, blood, fluffy shit

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t want you involved in his crimes, he’d rather you keep your pretty self out of harms way. Whether that be at home, or somewhere else in general, just anywhere but with him when he’s busy killing. That being said, accidents happen.

You can’t help the curiosity that runs through you when a harsh bang comes from the backyard of the Myers house. It was sudden really, opening the back door when you were knocked backwards, head careening into the wall with a dull thud.

The minute you let out a yelp from the pain and being caught off guard, the shadow of a tall, looming figure isn’t far behind

There was only one word to describe the feeling bubbling in the killers chest and that would be absolute rage

Now, Michael isn’t one to worry himself when someone gets themself hurt, he could care less quite honestly. But seeing you holding the back of your head, blood covering your hands and forehead, eyes squeezed shut with unshed tears, the little bit of sanity left in him just snaps. The horrific screams of the victim who pushed you over are all that fill the house, quieting into watery gurgles and then just silence

Heavy footsteps stop before your slumped over form, rough, unpracticed movements that pull at your body drag a hiss from your lips. Although Michael isn’t one to stop, he’s focused on getting you to open your eyes, see you looking back at him, let him know you’re okay

A calloused palm soothes over the crown of your head, pulling another whine as his fingers hover at the wound. It’s nothing too serious, probably a concussion, some gauze and pain killers will fix you right up. But the usual silence from Michael isn’t comforting, especially considering the way he seems to have doubled in size, shoulders squared, fingers twitching to curl into fists, working eye squinted behind the cut in his mask. The man is clearly agitated, heavy breathing more ragged, rushed

He’s unable to stab his way through this problem, he can’t fix it by spilling more blood. That worries him immensely. He’s not used to taking care of anyone in such a manner, or at all. His body is acting as a shield from the outside world, not holding you close yet not letting you go. To the right, the mangled, haphazardly tossed body of the victim lies, their cruel death far more brutal than you’d even known Michael to be

He won’t say anything, as usual, but the manner in his body language is different, not soft but protective, cautious. He’s not sure what to do with these feelings, not sure how to process the sight of you bleeding, the one person he’d rather never even encounter a simple scrape

He promises himself right then and there nothing of this sort will ever occur again. Not if he can prevent it. He would watch the world burn before you so much as felt an ounce of pain again

Jason Voorhees

Same as Michael in the regards that he doesn’t want you anywhere near any of his potential or current victims. The idea that you could possibly get injured runs through is mind the daily, even without the threat of others. So if he’s dealing with naughty campers, you better be safe in the cabin, doors locked and windows sealed

Although Jason seems to underestimate the lengths some would go to survive, especially the rage that follows when their friends are slaughtered

Imagine his surprise when he’s hunting down one of the people that got away, heart beginning to race as he realizes their tracks lead back to the cabin, the exact cabin you’re supposed to be safe in. “Safe”, is a word that completely leaves his mind upon seeing what he does when he enters the ajar door. Your face is bloodied, bruised and swollen, collar of your shirt clutched by the victim he dared to allow escape. The sight is enough to send the poor man into cardiac arrest, heart beating so fast it feels to him as if his chest will rip open, but that can wait

The way he carves into the unsuspecting back of the offender above you is feral, machete driving down again and again until you’re left with a bloody heap rather than a person, a heap that is quickly tossed carelessly to the side, relieving the pressure from your weakened body

Even through the swell, pain and red, your eyes can see his swimming with extreme pain

He did this, he caused you to be hurt, it was his fault you were ever put in harms way. His racing pulse doesn’t subside even when you attempt a bloody smile, too overtaken with grief to calm his nerves. In Jason’s mind, he doesn’t deserve someone like you, no matter what you’ve done, what you’ve been through, you’re perfection to him. The fact that you’d chose to be by his side astonishes him, so to let you be injured in this way? Beaten and practically frail in his arms? He’s failed you

The anger in his veins disappeared the minute you softly called his name, hand reaching up to caress the side of his mask. There’s evident tears in your eyes, whether from fear or pain both options are the worst case in Jason’s mind. Yet you don’t seem upset with him, which confuses him greatly but ultimately, your anger towards him would only worsen how he felt

In that moment, holding you clutched to his firm, scarred chest, he promises to himself he’d never let another hand cause you such harm

Thomas Hewitt

In Thomas’s eyes, you’re safest as you can be furthest from him, no matter his hearts urge to keep you as close as possible

The image of you crying, bleeding, or simply making a face indicating unease, upsets his stomach, twists and turns his insides unpleasantly

That is until one day, another hot, overbearing Texan day in the heat when one of the trespassers managed to escape the basement, god knows how they did it, but they did. And now Thomas was lost in the sweat of a days work, eyes scanning the grain filled yard, dusty streets and dead land, no one in sight. Until the buzzing in his ears is cut off by the unmistakable, bloodcurdling scream of someone not too close, yet not far either. What makes his blood run cold isn’t the sound itself, but the familiarity of it. Now Thomas has never actually heard you make such a noise, but he’d be a fool to not recognize it, especially when it came from someone who brought him such warmth

Terror, he can also recognize the tone at which you use, the fear in it, he can feel every ounce of dread you do, tenfold at the idea he may be too late, he may not make it in time, if only he was closer

He’s running now, chainsaw alive and screeching, heavy pants beneath the leather on the lower half of his face, eyes wildly searching the open area for a sign of danger, a sign of you

Thats when he spots it in the distance, a figure standing above another, some kind of tool held high, what looks like a kitchen knife in the gleam of sunlight that hits it. His legs feel of jelly, unable to move until another scream fills his ears, this time it’s of his name, most desperate, pained. And if that didn’t get him moving, he didn’t know what would. Chainsaw raised in pure adrenaline, the lumbering man is quick to slice downwards, down and down and down until body parts dismember, organs are strewn, red covers the wheat and grass and dirt

Saw thrown off to the side, Thomas kneels beside your nearly curled up form, hands pressing into the stab wound decorating your side, blood seeping from your hands that clutch to keep it in. He’s gentle, like a butterfly kissing you, years of scars and rough work should make his hands feel like sandpaper, although grasping you like you’d dissolve, his palms are simply silk

Head lulling into his chest, ignoring the blood that’s spewed across it, you nuzzle the underside of his chin, although in grave pain, the wound stinging with each stride Thomas makes, you feel at peace, comforted by the large man holding you like you would a breakable doll

Dark, heavy eyes shift down to gaze upon you, worried brow furrowed deep, clearly in distress upon seeing you so weakened, losing blood. Luda Mae can fix you right up thankfully, he just can’t imagine ever seeing you in such a state again, he never wants too, it would physically kill him

Carrying your tired body, heartbeats one, Thomas enters the Hewitt mansion with one thing on his mind, he’s never to be far from you ever again

Vincent sinclair

You never went in the basement when Vincent was, “working”, you’d learned it best to leave him alone, ignore the screams of pain and smell of hot wax hitting warm skin

The mans activities aren’t a secret from you, although he’d rather you not watch him participate in such acts, he’d rather you keep from seeing such horrors, allow your sleep to be uninterrupted by nightmares unlike his

You were headed to the kitchen when the loud screaming of what sounded like someone in fear and confusion could be heard, the thunderous steps of someone hurling towards the room you were in, the form of a startled victim coming into view

Their eyes changed from fear to rage, seeing you unharmed, at peace in such a place that got their friends killed, mindlessly headed for the fridge. You could already hear the heavy boots of Vincent rushing up the basement steps, and as if he couldn’t move any quicker, your yelp of fear proved otherwise

Your eyes were wide when the masked man finally came into view, hands grasping as the arm around your neck from behind, body pressed against the person that had narrowly escaped, shaking as they held a kitchen knife to your cheek. The look in Vincent’s eye was deadly, in fact you would’ve been trembling in fear from the intensity if not for the fact that you knew the man would do anything to protect you, and vice versa

Garden sheers were clutched tight in one of his rough hands, knuckles caked with wax. The knife against your cheek began to dig slightly into your delicate skin, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips before red filled your vision, sprayed across where the offending weapon once was, arms leaving your body as the body fell limp to the kitchen floor. Turning to look at the damage, your face was softly grasped by two warm palms, eyes still wide from the ordeal, staring into Vincent’s now calm gaze

His thumb swiped at the blood beading on your cheek bone, clearly discontent with even the smallest cut adorning the face he loved the most, a low noise coming from the back of his throat, akin to a wounded animal

Pulling you into his broad chest, dark locks brushed the sides of your face, Vincent stared dead ahead, one hand on the back of your head as he internally cursed himself out, how dare he let someone that close to you, how dare he let them draw your blood

Glancing as the nearly decapitated victims body on the floor, blood pooling, Vincent swore to himself if anyone ever caused you such pain again, they’ve face a cruel, slow death

Hope y’all enjoyed <3

#thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #michael myers #slasher #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #jason voorhees #michael myers x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slashers headcanons #slashers fanfic #slashers fanfiction #slashers x reader insert #slashers #slashers x gn reader

[ilykaveh]

you're too good to be true ღ 彡 !

★ — what are the genshin guys' favourite positions?

★ — starring : itto , kazuha , albedo , kaeya .

★ — contains : gn afab reader / individual warnings on each section . minors dni.

༉‧₊˚. ARATAKI ITTO

cws : praise, pussydrunk itto, dumbfucking, getting caught.

it’s no lie that itto is massive. his cock will be struggle to take every single time, and you’ll be reduced to nothing but dumb little babbles when he’s through with you. typically he’ll lay you back against the pillows and prep you, often making you cum on his tongue and fingers a couple of times in order to keep you relaxed. itto might not be the most ingenious man in inazuma, but he was a quick learner when it came to your body and precisely how much you could take.

his favourite position is without a doubt the full nelson. he adores folding you in half as you lay on his broad chest, holding your legs back with his extraordinary strength. itto will coax you into it so gently, promising to take the very best care of his darling, yet as soon as the tip of his thick length is dipping into your warm hole, he’s harnessing every single ounce of his self control in order to prevent him from going feral and fucking your cunt like it was nothing more than a fleshlight.

that being said, itto is most certainly aware that he has the power to break you. he works you up slowly, always praising you as he grows more and more drunk on your pussy. the oni growls into your ear as he thrusts up into you, loudly enough that anybody within a short vicinity of the room will hear. (one time one of the gang members made the mistake of coming in to check on their boss, and they were greeted by the sight of your legs pulled back and cunt fully exposed while the boss continued to fuck you just as viciously as he had when the two of you were alone.)

༉‧₊˚. KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

cw : oral , pussydrunk kazuha.

kazuha is a sweetheart. he gets off on making you feel good, though he certainly isn’t one to deny the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around his shaft. this is why his favourite intimate moments with you are when your both in the 69 position. he truly lives up to his vocation as a poet with the way that his tongue works wonders, beginning with slow, teasing licks to your inner thighs before finally reaching your cunt. every movement with him is purposeful, as the man knows exactly how to get you trembling under his touch (because of this, he’ll usually lay you down on the bed and hover over the top of you).

to be honest, kazuha doesn’t really care that much about whether or not you’re sucking him off. he’s content focusing on eating you out more than anything, though you’ve discovered that if you start lapping up the glistening beads of precum from the tip of his cock, he’ll softly moan into your pussy. the vibrations are absolutely heavenly.

kazuha takes his time with you, kitten licking your clit gently, placing the tiniest of kisses to the swollen bud before truly going for it. your begging amused him, though he won’t tease you to the point that those frustrated tears start welling in your eyes. he’ll spread your labia apart with one hand to give him the best access as his tongue slips into your drooling cunt, eager to taste your sweet essence all over his mouth.

༉‧₊˚. ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ

cws : none .

albedo might be your textbook experimentalist in the bedroom, but the one thing he really enjoys is seeing your face and etching each expression into his memory. that’s why missionary is his favourite position through and through - he loves watching your face contort in that lustful concoction of pain and pleasure when he first pushes his cock into you.

one thing that the alchemist will do every time without fail is put a pillow under your hips. he finds that it first of all gives a better angle when he inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy, tenderly stretching you open in preparation to take him. the trick came from a drunken kaeya who was babbling on about his recent sexual endeavours, and told his friend that not only can putting something under his lover’s back should make it easier for him to reach deeper inside of you, but also make things feel more intense for them. the cavalry captain had even gone as far as to show albedo some of the scratches left on his upper arms that had been left on his tanned skin a few nights prior.

now, albedo couldn’t live without it. he had grown obsessed with mentally noting how your body responded to different speeds and angles. he would always slide his hand in between your entangled forms, locating your clit and pushing you even closer to the edge. the man felt his heart swell as he remembered that he was the one making you feel so good.

every once in a while you’d fall asleep rather quickly after sex, and albedo would take the opportunity to pull out a pencil and a small notebook that he kept hidden in his bedside table and would sketch a couple of rough images of your face while he fucked you - it was his dirty secret.

furthermore, another reasons that albedo adores this position is because of how your walls never failed to flutter around him a little bit more every time you heard his whimpers and groans. he’s not exactly the loudest in the bedroom, but being in such close proximity to you meant that you could hear every little noise that escaped that starred throat of his.

༉‧₊˚. KAEYA ALBERICH

cws : spanking , mention of brat taming , praise / degradation , public sex .

though he’s in love with all of you, one thing that kaeya treasures is your ass. no matter the size, he adores watching it as you struggle to sink down on his long cock. that’s why doggy style is his favourite position.

the man is absolutely transfixed on your ass as it jiggles in response to his thrusts, and will even shift his speed in order to suit his fancy. if you’re being bratty or find it amusing to talk back to him, kaeya won’t hesitate to spank your ass a couple of times. hell, he’s so in love with it that every now and then he’ll make up minor infractions that could possibly count as you disobeying him just so that he can slap it a few times.

one thing that makes this position extra appealing to kaeya is the fact that at any moment, he can lean down and whisper in your ear. he’s a big fan of mixing praise and degradation together, so he won’t hesitate to bend down and ghost his lips over the shell of your ear, telling you how wonderfully your slutty hole sucked him in and how filthy you were for clenching around him whenever he spanked you.

kaeya gets hard pretty easily, so when you began to make it a habit of stopping by his office during the day for a spontaneous visit, it slowly started turning into him bending you over his desk and taking you from behind. it doesn’t come close to how badly he could ruin you when you were in the privacy of your own room, but regardless, you had to walk out of the knight’s headquarters with kaeya’s cum dribbling out of your cunt.

#delilah.docs #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #itto smut #arataki itto smut #itto x reader #albedo kreideprinz x reader #albedo x reader #albedo smut #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader

[suggs444]

Bad For Buisness, Part 2: William Afton/Steve Raglan x Reader.

Synopsis: Bad for buisness part two. You get bored of William’s lack of appreciation and attention toward you. You get reckless. William doesn’t like that.

TW: swearing, sexual tension, f1ngering, degrading.

authors note: loved writing this! some of william’s dialogue is from a Tarantino movie. it fitted the scene and i think it fits his character too. <33 anyways pls enjoy, i’m open for any feedback & requests !

Gif by brotherdusk

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Being William’s coworker had it’s perks when it mattered. The secret of your sexual benefits between one another only made the job bearable. More exciting. Needless to say it was becoming more than just the intimacy, for you anyway. You thought about him more than you should. You wonder if he felt the same.

He’s a closed man. Sharp and abrupt. A man who is straight to the point and knows what he wants. Takes what he wants. Nothing goes by in the office without William’s say so. You liked that. You weren’t just fucking some guy. You were fucking the boss. Your boss. You had wondered whether he was just using you for his benefit but you quickly realised that you didn’t care. Anything from William is everything. You learnt to enjoy the scraps of attention. But god, you wanted more.

..

Your head was buried in your desk. Papers and folders relentlessly invading your space. A mess. You huff.

A tsk draws your attention upward.

It’s William. Standing over you on the other side of your desk. He’s holding a steamy mug of coffee. Probably black, no sugars. Just how he liked it.

“You know, they say the tidiness of your work space reflects your mental state.” He drawls, his tone more nasal than ever. Cockier than usual too. He always enjoys demeaning people, even you. And frankly? You like it.

But today?

You’re not in the mood.

You glare at him. This is the first time he’s spoken to you properly in days. And that is what he has to say? A prod. A tease. Such pointless information. You grind your teeth to bite back anything harsh.

Any ounce of humor slips from William’s expression as he sees you’re not reciprocating the same energy he is. You weren’t responding. Only glaring.

“Thank you for that, sir. I feel so enlightened, sir.” You bite, your tone sharp and stern. Almost as if you spoke the words through bared teeth. Irritation always gets the better of you. This felt like injustice. You’re always so good for him. Making him coffee, tending to his needs - keeping his secrets. And this is what you get?

“Though if that’s true then it’s a fucking miracle how your desk stays so tidy,” You spit, and then pause to take a breath.

“-sir.” You finish, offering a false smile.

William, shocked, stares.

His silence slowly worry’s you. You can almost feel yourself sinking from the instant guilt. He sees it plastered all over your expression. He only locks his jaw, peering sternly as he leans over your desk to you.

Dread consumes you. Regret. You gulp.

He leans right over your desk. His face inches from your own.

“My office.” Is all he says.

“Now.”

Shit.

..

You lead the way, entering his office first. He closes the door behind you as he steps in.

“Sir, I-”

“Plant yourself on that desk.” He interrupts, pointing at his desk. His expression is cold. His tone isn’t any better.

You look behind you at his desk. It was tidy. You look back at him just as fast in protest,

“Mister Afton-”

“I said plant yourself. Plants don’t talk.”

You pull a face of regret as you back up, not wanting to make him ask again. Wearily hoisting yourself up to sit on the desk. You press your legs together, tight.

He stands there for a moment. A hand on his hip and the other bringing his cup to his lips to take a gulp of hot coffee. The drink steams up his glasses for a second. You bite down hard on your lip to prevent a smile.

He notices and sighs, putting his mug down and taking off his glasses.

“Tell me, y/n,” He begins, pausing for a second as he takes his purple tie, using it to wipe the steam from his glasses.

“-why you think it’s appropriate to talk to your superior like that?”

He puts his glasses back on, scrunching his nose to push them up properly.

You gaze at him.

He cocks his head to the side, impatient and expecting. You don’t reply soon enough.

He walks up to you. His large hands falling onto your knees as he pries them apart. He settles between your legs, palms gliding up to rest on your thighs.

“Answer me when I talk to you.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“What’re you sorry for?”

“Not answering-”

“Wrong.” He cuts in.

“I’ll ask again. What’re you sorry for?”

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath. The anticipation is killing you. Your core throbbing. You try to close your legs. He tightens his grip on your thighs in response. One of his hands gliding further up your thigh. You tremble.

“I’m sorry for speaking to you the way i did.” You manage to whisper, your voice shaky.

He hums pitifully, “I can’t hear you, y/n. Speak the fuck up.” His palm abruptly occupies the warmth between your legs. You jolt. He sneers.

You grind into his palm, “I’m sorry for speaking to you the way I did!” You say again, louder this time.

His fingers press against your clothed folds, collecting the wetness that seeped there. You mewl, he grins.

“Yeah,” He mutters, “Is that what this is? Huh? You’re just needy?”

Your head falls slack, dazed from the overwhelming lust. You press your forehead against his shoulder. His lips ghost your ear.

You feel his stubble scratch and prick your skin. You shiver, wincing but leaning into him. Intoxicated. His fingers push aside your panties, delving into your wet folds. A squelch noise welcomes him. He groans.

“What a fucking mess.” He grits, using his spare hand to twist into your hair and yank your head back. He wants to see that pretty face.

He pushes a finger into your seeping hole. Then another, twisting them in unison as they sink into you, curling and pumping.

“There. How’s that feel, huh? Was it worth it?”

You’re in heaven. Moaning so blissfully. The pleasure so intense that you can barely compose yourself. He grimaces and pulls his fingers out, leaving you empty. The lack of makes you whine, clutching him. He brings his fingers to your mouth, pressing their way in.

“Clean them.”

You oblige, eager. Sucking them so hard as you taste yourself. He’s glaring at you, his teeth slightly bared.

“You’re gonna earn my attention, y/n. Got it?”

He tightens the grip in your hair and he moves your head up and down so it looks like you’re nodding yes. You’re mouth to busy accommodating his fingers to reply. You hum instead.

“First step,” He says, pulling his fingers from your mouth and hoisting you off his desk and onto your feet.

You look up at him.

“Clean your fucking desk:”

..

#william afton x reader #william afton #fnaf movie #fnaf #steve raglan #matthew lillard #five nights at freddy's

[blackopals-world]

The Prince and the Dragon (part 1)

M/M

Masc!Noble!Yuu x Malleus Draconia

In celebration of the new year's smut raffle winner!

Malleus meets the Prince of the Black North. After failing to impress he gains the ire of the man. The words of the king burn in his ear " Once my son set his mind to a task there is very little one can do to dissuade him."

Malleus had once again missed the year's annual royal summit. Just as he had in previous years. But not all was lost as the queen of the Black North had extended an invitation to the castle after hearing about the mix up from his grandmother.

The Black North or the Demonic Kingdom was known for its reclusive nature. They had never gone to war with other Kingdoms nor had allies. They had never even formed a marriage pact with another royal family. For these reasons no one pays them much attention. Make no mistake everyone fears and respects them for the obvious reason.

The Black North gets its name for its frigid climate but also its monsters. The people of the north stand at a barrier where monsters live and thrive and naturally the people of the land are built to fight and tame them. The kingdom prevents the monsters from leaving except for small ones deemed acceptable enough to be tamed and kept as pets.

All that said it was good to remain on their good side because if something were to happen to the kingdom then the world would be flooded with monsters that even mages would struggle to kill. And it's better that they had no interest in the other nations.

Malleus had heard many things about the North, mostly that they were savage and barbarians. That they drank blood, and ate raw flesh. But imagine his shock when he arrived with his entourage that it was all true.

The king stood above even Malleus in height along with his men. Malleus also had also no idea what he was seeing. The king was fair like the snow that fell outside the palace walls. His hair was silvery white that fell to the height of his calfs. He wore no armor that day but had monster teeth strung on his waist as trophies. And his eyes were like fresh blood dripping on snow.

Malleus felt the hair on his neck stand on end as Lilia approached the king like an old friend.

"Roth! It's been forever!" Lilia said approaching the king.

Like a cat the king squared his shoulders ready to put distance between himself and the fey.

"General Vanrouge. I haven't seen you since the war." King Roth said coldly without an ounce of emotion.

" Yes, we were younger then. You were still just a prince who left his kingdom just to fight in war. I learned firsthand just how bloodthirsty you lot are. I can't believe anyone believed you were fey, you so bad at lying too." Lilia despite his small size seemed to perturb the king.

"I'd rather you kept quiet general." The tips of the king's pointed ears turned red despite his stoic appearance.

The two new continued their banter as Malleus, Silver and Sebek watched bewildered as Lilia managed to cow the imposing royal with teasing.

When Roth turned his attention to the boy's his ruby eyes had a glint in them, as if he had seen a ghost or several.

"I see familiar faces." Roth walked over to the group. "Malleus. You look just like your mother."

Roth's lip curled in a subtle smile.

Then his eyes moved to Silver and low growl erupted from his throat. The rumble could be felt physically radiating from him.

"Roth, calm down. This is my son Silver. You know he shares a resemblance to you, you even have the same hair." Lilia stood between the two before the demon let out a huff or was it a sigh.

"Hmmm, force of habit. Let's go to the banquet hall. Introductions have gone too long and dinner is waiting." He said taking the lead.

Then group settled as the queen arrived.

She was quite energetic and bubbly. Her long black hair rivaled her husband's reaching her ankles. Long hair was apparently a symbol of authority here. Her deep sapphire eyes held warmth and mischief and the red ring that framed her pupils spelled danger. Her claws looked delicate compared to her husband but the tips were clearly dyed red and not with paint.

"My my, what a group of young strapping lads we have. I've wanted to meet you since I heard of your escapades from Her Majesty. She said you were such lovely children. I hope you enjoy your time here." She said sweetly as she clapped her hands twice.

The servants arrived with a feast of local and foreign foods.

"I had the cooks prepare everything to your liking. My dear Roth told me that your kind don't eat like we do. I understand perfectly though, I was the same when I was human." The queen smiled when the group gave her puzzled looks.

As the dinner continued Malleus observed the royal couple as the queen talked the king gave one-word answers. The king always let his beloved take the lead and the queen showered her stiff husband in affection. They were rather harmonious. Malleus found himself being a bit jealous perhaps because he wished he had parents like that or to have that kind of relationship.

The doors of the banquet hall opened as a new person arrived. A young man dressed in royal red and gold strolled into the room. This would not be out of the norm if not for his appearance. The man was spattered this blood, in one hand he held a dagger and in the other, a huge monstrous black boar was being dragged by the split neck.

Malleus and the other let out a gasp as the royal couple only smiled.

"Father." The young man said dropping the boar on the table. "I wanted to bring something more fitting for a proper feast home. Fresh ashen boar."

"Very good Yuu. You've hunted well." The king smiled as he praised the bloody prince.

"Let me introduce our son. Prince Yuu. He's a bit headstrong but I hope you boys will get along. Fostering relations between our Kingdoms is important after all and I wish for the future kings to be friends." The queen said, he smile begging everyone to bare with her.

The prince didn't acknowledge the guest or his mother's request. He immediately began cutting up the boar on the table in a gory display. Sebek immediately reached as Silver gasped.

"HOW DARE YOU TAINT HIS HIGHNESS'S EYES WITH SUCH A VALGUR DISPLAY!" Sebek yelled standing up.

A knife flew across the room just as Silver dragged the fey back to his seat. The knife embedded where Sebek's head would have been in the wall.

"You are in the court of Ars Goetia. You will pay respect to our customs. What is a feast without fresh meat from a powerful beast? Do you shun such delicacies in your land?" The prince said crossing his arms.

Lilia elbowed Malleus and gave him a look.

Malleus knew he had to say something.

"My apologies for my guard's harsh words. He is unused to foreign customs. He means no hard. Still, I am quite shocked, I was told your kind eat fresh meat but I hardly thought it was true. You are quite bold." Malleus said praising the prince.

The prince hummed and simply went back to carving the boar.

Malleus took this as acceptance as the response mimicked the king's. The table breathed a sigh of relief as Yuu calmed down.

The prince placed the cuts of red meat on plates as he respectfully served the king and queen and then to Malleus and Lilia. He didn't bother giving any to Silver and Sebek until everyone else had been served.

The king and queen cut into the raw meat with their claws as they gave up the pretense that they were more civilized than what the stories told.

The guests were more than hesitant to eat the meat.

Lilia smiled wildly was he cut into his slab of meat. The others watched him for what he did next.

"This reminds me of when you would leave dead animals around camp, Roth. You were trying so hard to be helpful. You were like a lost puppy when I told you to stop." Lilia said teasingly the king again.

Queen Ula giggled placing a hand on her husband's as his ears turned red.

"Ehm...Yuu. Our guests can't eat raw meat either. It's best you try not to feed them thing like that. They see it as a threat, not a gift." The king said scolding the boy lightly.

The prince gasped in shock before letting the servants take the boar away to be cooked this time.

As the group returned to eating with more varied appetites now Malleus tried the meat. It's texture was foreign but the taste was quite good. Thankfully he knew it was safe from Lilia eating it without a problem. However, Silver and Sebek weren't permitted to do the same. Half-fae and humans just can't eat raw boar.

As he ate he noticed the prince eating cooked meat. He found it strange until he realized.

"I had no idea. You don't share the same aura as your parents. I had assumed you were a demon. I had no idea you were human." Malleus said as he gestured to the prince's less sharp features.

Ula's eyes widened as she heard this.

Yuu immediately stood slamming his hands on the table. A growl erupted from his throat, one far less threatening than his father's.

"How insightful your highness? Anymore observations?" Yuu said low and dangerous.

Malleus wasn't aware if he had said something wrong and continued.

"Oh, no. I just think it's an impressive feat to take down a wild boar for a human." Malleus said taking another bite of the boar.

The prince didn't spare Malleus another glance.

"Father, mother may I be excused? He asked politely.

They nodded and that would be the last Malleus would see of the prince for the night.

In the coming days, the prince made himself scarce. He was often out hunting monsters or tending to his tamed monster Grim.

All the while Malleus learned of the demon's culture. They prided strength above all and they didn't hide the doubt they had in their heir. They didn't despise humans but they found their weakness appalling. They however adored their queen who in her own words was once human but she also claimed not to be a demon herself. She was supposedly something else entirely, not completely demon but not human.

The next time Malleus met the prince was out in the stables. He had heard they house a unique mount only found here. Silver had apparently wanted to see as well.

Standing next to a mount-sized wolf creature with a saddle was the prince and Silver.

The prince smiled wryly tilting the other man's chin up to look at him as he sat on the wolf's back.

Malleus heard the prince's gentle remarks.

"Are you sure? I would treat you very well here." He said charmingly.

"I'm quite fine. I serve his highness and only him." Silver said pushing the hand away.

The prince sighed.

"Come on, you heard him right. He doesn't really think much of humans." Yuu said smugly.

Silver shook his head.

"You don't know him. He may how said something insensitive but your insecurities aren't his fault. He's the person I choose to serve not you." Silver said firmly.

The prince huffed.

"That's a shame. You would benefit greatly from training here with me. I'm not asking you to serve me. I have plenty of servants. I want you because you and I are alike. It's unfortunate, though. I hate to feel like I'm losing." The prince laughed as he rode off.

Malleus was puzzled by the prince more than ever. He was hot and cold.

The king and queen warned him "Once my son set his mind to a task there is very little one can do to dissuade him."

What the prince wanted was the question. He had a fondness for Silver that couldn't be ignored, something Sebek wasn't happy about.

Malleus was also on the receiving end of this attention except it was a challenge. The prince seemed to size the dragon up and judge his every move. He hoped the prince had seen something he liked because he received an invitation to a night hunt from the demonic prince.

"Show me your true strength Draconia. One future king to another. Come hungry." The note read.

Malleus felt a shiver go up his spine. He had never seen someone so bold, so forward. He even felt a bit weak imagining Yuu whispering that in his ear.

(Sorry, smut in part 2)

#yuuniverse #noble!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malyuu #mallyuu

[pterodactylterrace]

Heeeeeeey! Sliding in just to mess up everyone’s day with another crack pot theory!

Every Targaryen after Aenys descended from a bastard.

Aegon the conqueror had two wives. Rhaenys and Visenya. Rhaenys having paramours was no secret. There were rumors of Aenys being the son of a singer or one of her other lovers. He was also noted to have a lovely singing voice and not take much after Aegon at all.

After Rhaenys’s death in Dorne, there was only one heir. Visenya was thought to be barren, and was more advanced in age. She also dabbled in sorcery, though. Which is likely how she conceived Maegor. All through the conquest and even before, no children. Only after the heavy lifting was done and Rhaenys was surrounded by other men did she have Aenys. Visenya had to resort to magic. It makes more sense for Aegon to be sterile and for Rhaenys to have had a child by someone else and for Visenya to resort to magic to conceive, than for both his wives to only have one child each, despite laying with them often.

The thing is, Aenys had the traditional Targaryen looks. No one could prove that he was not the son of Aegon just by looking at them. So no one dared to question it, as they could prove nothing.

Rhaenyra wasn’t the first Targaryen woman to pass off a bastard as trueborn. She is the first one to do it poorly. Jace was born with Harwin’s looks. Anyone with half a functioning brain wouldn’t risk anymore children by him. She didn’t need to have one in the first place. Before the time jump, she is against having children. Next thing we know, in the very next episode, she has 3. She had two heirs before Jace was even born. Aegon and Aemond. Just like Daemon was heir before Viserys named Rhaenyra to prevent Daemon from becoming king. It would have prevented the entire dance, but for some reason, even after she realized that Jace looks like Harwin and that people are talking, she decided to have two more children. With Harwin.

Also, Laenor doesn’t gladly accept them as his own. He plays his part. He even scoffs when Rhaenyra refers to them as ‘their’ children. He is willing to play his part, but he doesn’t accept them as his. He is just compliant. We see what Rhaenyra does when Laenor tries to do something she doesn’t want. She uses her station to command him. Him agreeing that the children are his in public isn’t the legal standing ground you think it is. It’s Laenor being coerced into agreeing when Rhaenyra says they are his. Not him ‘accepting them as his’. He does his best to play the role and love them as his, but he never accepts them as his children. Playing along isn’t the same thing as legally declaring them your trueborn sons.

She is also horrible to Luke. She is literally forcing him to take an inheritance HE DOES NOT WANT and furthermore HAS NO RIGHT TO because if he doesn’t, it will expose her treason. She could have had the grace to allow Vaemond to inherit Driftmark, but she was too busy ignoring her son telling her he doesn’t want it. He is 14. He’s not a young child like he was when he first told Corlys he didn’t want to inherit Driftmark. All these years, his mind never wavered. But his mother decided to traumatize everyone in the room and end a man’s life rather than just listen to him.

“I would like to thank the court for its time. I have been in council with my second born son, Lucerys Velaryon, and he has made it known that he does not wish to inherit the Driftwood Throne. He wishes for it to instead pass to Corlys’s brother, Vaemond Velaryon. We will not waste any more of the court’s time.”

Problem solved. Why is she making him take an inheritance he doesn’t want? Because of her own pride, if I had to venture a guess. Why show any ounce of diplomacy and, I don’t know, LISTEN TO YOUR CHILDREN, when you can have a man killed for fighting for what is rightfully his? She could have made many allies and shown herself a smart, cunning, caring ruler. Instead, she showed herself to be a greedy tyrant. Don’t worry, though. She doesn’t get any better later on. Maegor with teats. Except Maegor’s cruelty and madness was caused by magic and severe brain trauma, but that’s another post.

#anti rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #spoilers #pro team green #anti team black #house of the dragon

[josnhoes]

I would love to see if reader had a crush on someone, like she was madly in love and yandere Jason Todd, Yandere Damian Wayne, and Yandere Tim Drake found out. (Maybe yandere dicks reaction as an extra)

I'm going to assume this is in the young adult reader verse. So platonic (though since you said she I will use fem pronouns), if you wish for a romantic yandere separate from that verse let me know.

Note to readers this is a side story to the young adult reader story. It is not directly canon due to the use of gender.

Warning: Fem reader, yandere, murder mentions, obsession, over protective,

Jason knew his Sparky had a lot of love to give, and he figured eventually you'd end up in love. Granted, he'd figured since you never were outside of the manor without someone at your side that you wouldn't get a chance to. Oh boy, was he wrong.

The person in question was some rich kid who attended almost every gala or party due to their parent's part in the various charities Bruce ran. He knew because he'd tried to get Bruce to stop inviting them just so this blooming romance would fade. Yes, he was a romantic at heart, but he couldn't agree to *you* being the one involved in romance. You were too young and naive.

Since he couldn't get them uninvited and his siblings were failing as your guards and keepers, it looked like he'd have to step in. Jason had learned that despite Bruce's moral high ground of no murder that whenever the Wayne princess was involved murder was sanctioned. It was the only exception Bruce made. Usually he'd be pissed someone was more worthy of being killed for by Bruce, hadn't Jason been worthy of vengeance? But his baby sister was someone he saw as worth killing for too so Bruce got a pass...this time.

If he were a more patient man, he'd have dragged Tim in on this; but he wanted this budding romance gone. So he took care of it. You'd mourn, probably have a few breakdowns, but you didn't need to know it was him. Gotham *was* dangerous. After all, it could have been anyone who shot them.

Damian was somehow the most protective of the brothers; which said a lot since the entire family was willing to kill for you. But Damian was the one willing to torture for you. But for his devotion, he expected you to give him attention. Ideally, he'd be the focus of your attention, but he realized he had to share with his family.

That being said, anyone outside of the family he absolutely refused to let you give them even an ounce of your attention. Exceptions were people like doctors or therapists. As your brother, he wanted you to be healthy after all. Still when your attention wavered from the family to some budding socialite from the Galas he was enraged.

Not at you, he realized as a human on so sheltered his darling sister would naturally crave bonds with others. Romantic ones were inevitable; and maybe some day when you were older and it was someone he could approve of he would have let it continue. This was not that. This was an unknown; one who would put you in more danger.

He debated what to do about this problem. Clearly he had to keep you both apart. Tripling his hovering in galas and the rare occasions you left the manor. But that wasn't enough for him. Damian knew a proper threat and maybe some light torture would scare them away from you, the only question was did he do it in his old league uniform or as Robin.

The league of shadows garb would ensure the continued positive image of the vigilantes, but the Robin costume would make people second guess the socialite and their sanity. Well he'd hoped so, then again he *was* known as the stabby Robin. League gear it was.

No matter your feelings for this person, Damian knew you'd get over them. You had him. You didn't truly need anyone else.

Tim was all for giving you online freedom. Or an illusion of it anyway. Everything you did was monitored, and any attempt to lash out and try and call for help was prevented by your device's new program. But you hadn't even tried that in months; he'd figured you'd finally stopped trying to rebel, but that wouldn't gain you any extra freedom.

Your emotional attachment to the new person was worrisome. The socialite had approached you and charmed you at an event when Dick was supposed to be watching you. From there, a small romance began budding online. A fact that was loathed by Tim. As your big brother he had to protect your honor.

He was saving physical retaliation for a last ditch option. Instead, he'd planned a mind game. Hacked phones and social media leaking the socialite's secrets. Bank accounts being flagged. Even forging a few criminal charges. Every bit of their life was going to suffer.

Some would say that was more cruel than simply physically handling them, but Tim knew those kind of things were far longer lasting. You would see the worst in them, and if that didn't keep you apart, then the way their life would burn would keep them too busy for you.

If all of that failed, Tim had no problem making them disappear.

#platonic yandere #platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #batfam x reader #yandere dc

[tadpolesonalgae]

Azriel x reader: Set You Down[*]

A/N: If he brought out a whip—

Warnings: intense impact play, don’t actually know the term for it but use of paddles crops/paddles/whipping instruments, safewords, blood, a gag of sorts, mentions of implied torture, Lady and the Tramp moment.

You can’t help it.

A scream rips from your throat as he brings down the riding crop on the already raw expanse of your back.

Mind-numbing pleasure crackles beneath your skin, melting to white-hot heat between your thighs as he degrades you, riding you out.

Azriel’s hand is fisted in your hair, keeping you on your hands and knees, even as your arms threaten to give out from the sheer intensity of euphoria he’s slamming into you, pounding every ounce he can give into your dripping wet heat.

The gag is slick with saliva and tears, teeth sinking into the cloth as your jaw trembles from the force of him—putting his weight behind every sharp buck of his hips.

Another smack of the crop has your back curving, mewling into the rag. He’s getting more comfortable with your request—raising the strength of the whips.

His shadows roll over your puffy clit, and you give out, his darkness already wrapping snuggly around your upper body to keep you where he wants you. Keeping you positioned correctly, so he can focus on using you, fucking into your cunt just how he likes.

Azriel will try anything you ask for at least once—the mother knows you’ve done it enough for him. Every time he suggests something, you practically pounce at the opportunity to please him, getting off on his pleasure so tremendously. He doesn’t feel like he owes you this, but he wants to give it to you.

Almost every kink he’s served up to you, you’ve swallowed down greedily, lapping at your fingers once finished. It makes his knees tremble, how eager your are sometimes. With things so many others have turned him down on over the past—no fault on them.

So he should be able to handle some light whipping, right?

It’s surprisingly strenuous…taxing, almost. But he can push through. He can scent how heavy your arousal is, a fresh wave washing over him with every crack of the leather against your smooth, delicate skin. Turning it shades of raw pink, beaten red, before it starts healing over.

Every time he’s strengthened the hits, you’ve moaned louder, sounding needier and needier with each harsh smack to your back.

It’s when he hits down harder and—blood spills.

A pained whimper whispers from your throat, bucking your hips back against his as your eyes are squeezed shut in ecstasy, tipping your head back into his fist with pure, feminine delight.

His world seems to spin, then stop entirely. He’s seen blood before. Countless times. All Fae bleed the same. Half-breed, half-born, man, woman, child—always run red. The tang hits him, and he’s back in those chambers. Those dark, dark dungeons. A figure strapped to a table, a blade gleaming in his scarred hand, the acrid scent just before they give—

Azriel doesn’t even realise the word he’s been murmuring softly on repeat, tapping at your back until you’ve pried the crop from his hand, cupping his jaw. You’ve already undone the bow of the gag, slipping it from your mouth, leaving raw slashes either side of your plump lips.

“Azriel…” you whisper hoarsely, wiping away the remaining tears from your eyes as you look at him firmly. “I’m here,” you murmur, thumbs stroking his cheeks, bringing him out of his head. “Hey.” His eyes regain their awareness—somewhat. “Look at me. Look at me, Az. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both safe.”

His shaky hands settle on your waist, fingers trembling as they make to embrace you—pull you close to him, so he can fundamentally understand you’re okay. His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach as you place a hand over his chest, preventing him from doing so. He’d gone too far. He just knows he crossed a line with you. Drawing blood—

“Give her a few minutes and she’ll be right as rain,” you murmur, sweetly brushing the pads of your fingers over his skin. You lean forward, pressing your lips to the moonlight paths down his cheeks, like silver threads.

Your hands move to the nape of his neck, and he can feel himself shudder, wings trembling behind him, going from taut to relaxed in a matter of moments. Your fingers tangle in the dark, inky locks of hair at the top of his spine, and he softens beneath your touch.

His breathing is shaky, but he manages, dragging in deep breaths, counting, and releasing them. “It’s okay,” you soothe, stroking his hair, bringing him to the crook of your neck. “Want to check?” He’s not sure he can bear to look. Manage that movement.

“Let your shadows have a look, Az. I’m fine. We’re both okay.”

He hadn’t even realised how tight he’d pulled them, reeling them in until they’d barely been noticeable.

With a heavy sigh, he releases his grip on them, and they gush outward, snaking down over the bed, through the sheets. He almost hisses with the waves of information, but then they start twining around you, and he begins to relax.

It’s a pleasant coolness, really. Like silk made more…like air. They brush and drag over your skin, cataloguing your temperature, heart rate, emotion. The puffiness of your eyes, the red rawness of your back—steadily healing, the plump flush still obvious on your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Az,” you mumble, fingers playing with his dark hair as he grips onto you desperately. “I shouldn’t have rushed you. We should have gone slower with something new. That was my fault.”

“No,” he rasps, the word dragging from his throat. “It’s not—”

“Azriel,” you whisper, planting a kiss to the top of his head. “You can cry.” His vision blurs, eyes feeling heavy as heat washes through him.

You feel the steady drip drop of tears against your shoulder, and you hold him a little tighter. The tremors subside a little, but he’s still shuddering, so you continue pressing kisses into him, continue showing that quiet affection he uses for you in his solid, steadfast way.

“I love you, Az.” He nods against your shoulder, as if confirming with himself you said that. “So much.” More kisses, more tears. More shudders and tremors.

Eventually, you cup his jaw, lifting his gaze to your own. Both of you have puffy eyes, lashes wet as you stare at each other.

You press a kiss to his forehead. To the arch of his brow. The corner of his eye. The bridge of his nose, down to its tip. The crest of his cheek. The shell of his ear. Beneath his jaw. The column of his neck. Just below his lips, then at their edge.

“Lie down for me,” you mumble, shifting so he can settle on the bed. “Rest for a bit. I’m going to get us some food and drink, then we can just…be together, for a while.” He lays on his stomach, and you tuck the soft sheets over him, until they’re just beneath his wings. You press a kiss to his temple before quietly padding off the the kitchen.

He takes the chance to try and collect himself, taking in deep, sweeping breaths before exhaling. He’s with you. You’re safe. You aren’t upset or angry with him. You’re okay.

When you return, you’re armed with a tray, carrying a bottle of cordial, two glasses with ice within, and a large bowlful of—something. A smaller bowl is to the side but he can’t make it out.

“How’re you feeling, Az?” You say, setting the tray down beside him. He could moan at the food, if he had the energy. Pasta with a red sauce, salad on the side—seasoned with oil, vinegar and some other herbs. He thinks he can spot some salt and pepper in there too. “Better, now you’ve made something so delicious,” he manages, rolling over to sit upright.

He examines the salad, the tight tomatoes, the crisp cucumbers, the salad that looks so fresh— “you grew these. They’re from the garden.” Your lips quirk into a smile.

“I noticed some were good for eating this morning. I hope they’re nice.”

Azriel swallows, looking at you. “You haven’t tried them yet.”

You smile wider, “I thought they’d make a nice, refreshing treat.” His heart softens, memories of the events just past already beginning to fade. He takes one of the two smaller forks, and stabs a tomato, crunching it between his teeth. His eyes flutter with pleasure and satisfaction coils in your stomach.

“Good?” You ask, softly—nervously.

“So good.” He groans, already moving for some cucumber. You laugh with relief, picking up your own fork, moving in on the food. Both of you pick at each dish, clasping the wooden sticks between your fingers as you feed the linguine to yourselves.

Azriel groans at the mouthful, a deep-throated sound of pleasure that has you flushing at the quiet approval. Tomato and mascarpone sauce with mixed herbs and some dried parsley—he’d mentioned he’d liked it once.

You’re both so engrossed in the food you don’t notice you share a strand of the pasta until it forms a tightrope between your mouths. Azriel flushes, about to bite down to let you take it, but you lean across the tray, bringing your lips to his. He blushes—blushes—when you set a kiss to his lips, tongue flicking out over the edge of his mouth where a tiny spot of sauce lies.

He laughs, raising his hand to cup your jaw, thumb brushing beneath your mouth, swiping gently, before he laps at the skin.

You pull away, returning to your seated position as you watch him, keenly. “How are you feeling now?”

Azriel halts his ministrations, lowering the fork laden with tomato and avocado back to the bowl. “Better.” His eyes flick to yours. “I wouldn’t mind…trying again. But I can’t drawn blood. It’s too much for me.” Maybe in a few weeks, he’ll feel more comfortable with reattempting it, but until then…

You nod, “okay.” You return to eating, lips quirking at their edges.

He watches silently for a little, waiting for you to add to that. Maybe to push him a bit to feel him out.

“You’re content to leave it at that?” He asks when you don’t make to continue the exchange. You nod in response, “you’ve given me your answer.”

“And how do you feel?” He asks, shadows watching you with relentless focus.

This time you set your fork down. “I’m naturally a little disappointed we didn’t click on this one. But I hate the idea of you going through something unpleasant for the sake of my pleasure—I think it would make me quite unhappy. If we continued, I mean.”

“You don’t want to try it again?” He deflates, feeling a little like he failed you. It’s not often you bring up new things to try.

“Perhaps in a few months…” you hedge, eyes flicking about before settling on his. “Was it just when I bled, or was it before that, too?” He swallows, but he can’t lie to you. “A little before that,” he admits. Your mouth tightens, but you keep your expression neutral. “This isn’t meant to sound accusatory, but why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I…” He hesitates. Thinking. “I like making you feel good.”

“At your own expense, though?” He shrugs lightly, and can feel the moment your look turns into a slight glare before softening. “You can tell me those things, Azriel.” You mumble, settling your hand over top his own—he doesn’t flinch away as much any more, though it still takes him by surprise some days. “I like it when you talk to me. It helps me feel like I’m…doing something, for you.”

“You don’t need to do things for me,” he assures, gripping you back. You shake your head, smiling faintly now. “And how would you feel if I said that to you, hm?”

He blinks. “That’s different.”

A laugh bursts from your chest, “no, it’s not.”

“I don’t need you to do things for me.”

“But apparently I do?” You quirk a brow. “I like doing things for you. I like when you talk to me, and when I get to talk to you. I like when we can have conversations, like now. I like being able to do things for you, and I like it when you do things for me. It has a nice energy, like the ebb and flow of waves.”

You lean forward again, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You can’t keep giving, and giving, and giving, Azriel.”

He gives you a look, why not?

You kiss his forehead, cupping his jaw, smiling faintly. “Otherwise your seabed will dry up, and my land will be flooded. You have to let me give back to you sometimes.”

He snickers, and you look down at him. “I quite like the idea of flooding your land,” he smirks.

You smack him on the shoulder.

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