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onelittlespiral · 4 months

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Tf where someone's huge musky cock keeps turning others into massive muscle bros on accident?

FML: Cursed

Up front, I’ll say this one’s a bit different. Let me know if you all like it. -❤️

Everything was too bright. My head was pounding. Memories were fading in and out from last night. Fuck, how much did I have to drink last night? I stumbled out of bed, trying to forced myself towards the bathroom to take a piss. I had made a New Year’s resolution to quit the bottle. Yeah, so much for that. I managed a quick piss and splashed some cold water on my face. That helped a bit. At this point all I wanted to do was bury my head back in my pillow. Slowly, I shuffled back towards my bed:

“Yeah? You coming back for more of this?”

A man. A man was in my bed. A hunk of a man was flexing in my bed. My mouth hung open for a moment as my brain chugged to life. I couldn’t quite believe it.

“…God damn it! Uggh, what did I let happen?”

“What, not in the mood? I can be quite,” he started a little pec dance, “persuasive.”

I was not in a mood to be amused by his flirting. “No, no it’s not you-or at least it is you now but-” I stammered, “Look. It’s complicated. Get up, please, I need you out of here. If you take some time to… cool off… it should pass.” I paused a moment, “I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I started pulling together what clothes I could find that would fit his new stature and tossed them at him. Even facing away from him I could tell he was a little taken aback. I’m sure in his current brain he couldn’t quite believe he was being rejected. But I knew it was better for everyone that he leave now. I scooped up his old clothing and threw it all into a tote. It wasn’t his fault he was here in this situation, getting kicked out of a stranger’s house early in the morning. Maybe that’s why I scribbled down my contact info and slipped it into the bag. He would have questions later, he deserved some answers. By now he had managed to put on the cut off tank and the shorts I had thrown him. The shorts were a size too small and left nothing to the imagination, but it would have to work. I doubted his canvas shoes would fit over those behemoths. He would have to go barefoot. After a few awkward pleasantries where he asked me if we should lift together some time and I politely declined, he finally got the message and slipped out the door. I locked it behind him and slumped to the floor. I still had a headache.

It was going to be a long day. At this point I was awake, so I just decided to hit the shower. The steam helped clear my mind so I could try to piece the night together. It had been two years now and it was still happening. I wish I knew how to stop it. But looking back, I’m not sure what else I could have done. Every time it happened though, every time I saw his face, I just replayed that day again in my mind:

We were sitting at our favorite cafe when I broke the news.

“What do you mean? You’re breaking up with me?” my ex boyfriend was stunned. Truly, I don’t think this had ever happened to him before.

“Please don’t act surprised. We both knew this was coming. We aren’t good for each other.”

“Baby, we aren’t good for each other,” he cooed, leaning over and cupping my jaw, “We’re great together. You can’t pretend to deny it. I can feel that cock twitch, hear every moan when you’re inside me. Come on, let’s go home and I’ll bring you to your knees.”

“No. This isn’t about us in bed. This is everything outside of it. I don’t like how you talk to me, how you treat me, how you touch me,” I said, slapping his hand from my face, “and how you treat everyone in the world as your plaything. I just can’t put up with it anymore.”

That finally set him off, “Oh, you have no idea what I can do.” He snapped his fingers.

I watched as a man in a suit next to us dropped his book. He began to convulse, and I watched in horror. He reverted from his fifties to his late twenties in a moment, smoothing his wrinkles as his hair turned from silver to brown. His skin tightened around his swelling body, as his muscles easily ripped through his shirt and pants. A deep moan escaped his mouth as his clothes reformed themselves into a tank top and gym shorts. As a snap-back hat formed and tightened around his head, I grimaced, knowing that his mind was being assaulted with a new identity. I knew the look on his face well as drool flowed from his open mouth. Then, all at once it stopped. He just picked up his book and kept reading. No one else even seemed to notice what had taken place.

It was a thinly veiled threat and we both knew it. “See? This is the shit I’m talking about. What happens to him now? He had nothing to do with this, you just can’t contain yourself.”

“Oh relax, he’s fine. I didn’t dumb him like I do to you. No one will ever remember anything different. Though I imagine whatever new hires at his firm will be confused why the new boss is a jacked gym bro while everyone else in the office is pushing 40 and wearing suits.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“I can’t! I can’t do this anymore. I don’t ever want to see you again.” I gathered my things to make my exit.

He came round the table, in a far less joking mood, “You’ll regret that,” he grabbed at my groin and cupped my package, “from now on, whenever that gets going, I have a feeling you will be seeing a lot of me” I felt a stirring in my sack. Something had… shifted?

“What did you do?” my shouting had finally drawn the attention of onlookers.

“Good luck, baby. You ever want that resolved, you’ll have to find me.” With that, he turned heel and left.

Now, two years later, he was right. I had seen far too much of him. The water had gone cold. I turned the faucets off and stepped out to dry myself off.

The first time had been a shock. I had given myself time to heal from the relationship, but about two months in I decided to head to a bar. Immediately something was off when I entered. I saw a few old flings, and a friend or two who were surprised to see me there. But it was like when I entered the whole place shifted towards me. Men were buying me drinks and fawning for my attention. The bartender even slipped a few comments in. They all looked smitten with me, trying to get just a little closer. By the end of the night I had some twink sitting in my lap. I decided it was time to blow off some steam. I took him to my place, where he immediately began tearing off my clothes inside the door. I managed to get him back to my bedroom before he had my boxers off. Immediately he buried his nose into my bush. Admittedly I hadn’t been keeping shaved since the breakup, and I guess that was doing it for him. He went to town on my cock. I wasn’t prepared for him to take it in one thrust, but he wasn’t waiting. All I could do was grab his hair and hold on as he worked my cock like a pro. I felt his hair curl beneath my fingers as I held on for the ride, moaning as he pushed all my buttons. He knew just when to pull back to keep me edging, his thick fingers holding on as he devoured my cock. Finally I knew I needed to fuck him. I pulled him off of my cock, but as he stood up and his dazed expression met mine I screamed.

“Fuck baby, where have you been all of my life?” he said.

He was the spitting image of my ex. The hair, the muscle, even that stupid nickname. In shock I pushed him away as he gave me a look of confusion.

“What are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again.”

He looked back at me confused, “What are you talking about? We just met like a few hours ago. You invited me over. Sorry.”

Something about the statement rang true. I only realized later it was because he apologized. My ex would never. “Did he put you up to this? What’s your name?”

“Hey, I’m not sure who you’re talking about, okay? I’m Justin. I was just looking for a good time.”

“Have you seen yourself? You don’t look like the twink I met at the bar.” I retorted

He looked in the mirror, and his face seemed to puzzle for a sec. I knew that look. He was trying to reconcile memories he had. Fake memories. Then he smirked, “Yeah, pretty hot right? I’ve been working out, getting that more twunk look going.”

So he was clueless then. It was weird seeing someone look so much like him, and have a mix of his mannerisms and others. He had certainly made sure his cockiness was implemented. The asshole.

“Look, I’m not sure tonight is going to work out. I need you out of here. Now.” That was a little mean, it wasn’t his fault. But he had to go. I gave him some of my ex’s clothes he had left lying around and pushed him out the door without saying goodnight. It was only next week when I went to the bar that I saw him again. He had seemingly gone back to normal, besides a very distinctive mustache and stubble he was growing now. It didn’t fit his thin, hairless body and it made me chuckle…

*BZZZZZT*

My phone was getting a call from an unknown number. I guess it was time to answer some questions:

-Hey, I found this number in my bag. This the guy from last night?

*Sigh*

-Yeah, it’s me. Are you, uh, feeling better? More… yourself?

-So I’m not crazy! What was that? What happened?

-I am so so so sorry. It’s a long story. Let’s just say my ex is… a looot.

-Well hey, who’s isn’t?

I chuckled

-You’re taking this surprisingly well. Most guys don’t want to look at me after all this.

-So this has happened before?

-Yes. But I promise I didn’t mean to. I must have gotten too drunk last night, and I know that’s not a good excuse. But I’m not sure what to do about it and at this point I’d starting to think I never will

-Woah, woah. Calm down. Would you want someone to come over? To talk to?

I paused.

-No, I think I’ll be fine.

-Please, I want to. I want answers and it seems like you need someone.

-I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Plus, I don’t think I can see you like that.

-I promise. I don’t think I have anything the same.

-Promise?

-Here, look

He did look back to normal. And he was quite cute. I can see why drunk me decided to pick him…

-Still, I’m not sure…

-Nope, it’s decided. I know the address, I’ll be there later tonight around 6. *click*

What had just happened? I think, against all odds, I just got roped into a second date.

God damn it.

#transformation #male transformation #musk #fml #jockification #reality change #muscle tf #jock

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mossy-opal · 1 year

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Succubus

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

It was difficult, living in this world and being what you are. It's not your fault, you were born this way! All those years ago, you were brought into this world and taught how to live.

You lived off of pleasure, and off of the souls of those you pleased. It wasn't all bad, but it was difficult when you were picky.

You weren't like most succubi, you had certain tastes. You didn't settle for every average Joe who came across you and fell into your trap of beauty and lust. Sure, it made you weak and very hungry, but your resolve was strong.

You liked it when they wanted you for more than just your body and pleasure. You liked it when you felt something for them. It broke your heart every time one of your new playthings died, but what were you expecting?

Mates for a Succubus were a rare thing, and frankly, you were losing hope.

That is, until you met him.

Your resolve was almost broken before you had met, thinking that you'd have to settle, go to a bar to find some poor schmuck to get yourself fed.

And there he was, in a dark alley at night, probably making his way home, but you were stuck.

He was beautiful. Light blue-ish gray hair, striking features, beautifully red eyes, and the cutest beauty mark. He noticed your staring almost immediately, and he got aggressive quickly.

"What!?"

"I'm- I'm sorry, I just... Have we met?"

"Tch... No...?"

Gods, his voice was making you weak! You laughed it off, immediately turning on your charm.

"Well I'm certain I'd remember someone like you... Who wouldn't~?"

He stepped back when you stepped forward, before you put your hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm just awe-struck by you..."

He huffed a small chuckle, before he moved past you. You were on his tail immediately, a small smile on your face. He didn't seem to mind your following, but he did stop again soon.

"What do you want?"

"May I ask for your name?"

He turned back with a glare. "Not until you give me yours first."

You gave him your name, and he looked you up and down, before he turned with a small huff.

"Come with me."

And that, was how you met Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.

Your work relationship went well, and surprisingly, being in his presence alone satiated you. It was new, not feeling nearly as empty as usual, and stronger too. He made your wings soar, and it made you feel fantastic.

He never asked for more from you, but you were always sure to go above and beyond for him. Always going the extra mile, just for him.

He noticed, too. He originally thought it was a joke, how close you seemed to be to him. You were very touchy, very flirtatious, and he didn't exactly know how to handle it. No one really complimented him the way you did, or touched him as softly as you did, or did anything the way you did. You were... Odd.

But, he grew used to it. He... He liked it. He liked you.

You knew that, and you loved it.

It really did something for you, so, you decided to make the next move. To truly, seal the deal with him.

Hearing a knock on his door he grunted, not in the mood to talk to anyone. He didn't answer, but he was shocked when the door opened.

Whoever it was truly had a death wish.

"Dabi I swear to god if you bug me right now I'll-"

"I'm not here to bug you, boss~"

Oh, it was you. He grumbled, less annoyed, but still not in the mood for your games.

"Whatever, I'm tired... Go away."

You chuckled, and it sounded different from your usual laughs or giggles, it sounded... He didn't even know how it sounded.

"I'd normally listen to you with no hesitation, but I have something to ask of you~"

Here it is. You didn't even ask for a place to stay while working recon for him, so he expected he'd have to pay you with something eventually. He sighed, turning around in his chair.

"What is it then?" He asked, seemingly irritated.

You walked up to him slowly, something about you seemed very different now. Maybe it was your eyes- A haircut? He was bad at these things, he didn't know!

Then suddenly, the room seemed... Darker than it normally was. His computer monitors were still on, his game paused in the background, but everything just felt really heavy.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time.... I'm so happy to finally have found you~"

"What are you talking about...?"

Why did you smell different? Not like he knew what you smelled like or anything, but he definitely noticed how different it was now.

Your chuckle rang through his ears, louder than it was before. Everything seemed much heavier, and he figured it was a part of your quirk- You mentioned this was something you could do, right?

"Tomura, I have to be honest with you... I don't have a quirk."

That got his attention, but what got even more of his attention was the tail swaying behind you.

"W-what-"

"Not only that, I've been feeding off of you- I'm so sorry... I just couldn't help it. All the attention you gave me, it felt so good, it did so much to feed me, and that's when I knew it..."

He couldn't even speak, confused and a bit concerned, what exactly was he working with?

"You're my mate, Tomura~"

Looking in your eyes, he swore he could see hearts. He'd be flattered if he wasn't so damn confused- This has never happened before, he doesn't know how to handle this sudden admission of feelings! Sure, he returned the sentiment, he just didn't know how to... Respond.

"I know this is overwhelming for you, and I'm sorry you had to learn this way, but I had to be sure, y'know?"

The whine he responded with when he nodded made you fall to your knees in front of him, a hungry look in your eyes.

"Ugh, you're so hard to resist Tomura~"

"W-what... What are you...?"

Your hands were on his knees as you got closer to him, a pair of wings emerging from your lower back, your tail swaying even faster as you contained your eagerness.

"I'm a succubus, baby~"

His breath hitched, his legs jumping as your hands moved up his thighs.

"And I want you."

He could barely breathe, everything was happening so fast and he didn't know what to do. He pushed himself back, away from you for a second to try and at least calm down.

"W-what do you- What exactly do you want from me? Succubus... You guys... You eat souls- Right...? I think..."

You shook your head, standing up, lifting your shirt over your head. Tomura looked away, not wanting to look at you, despite how mesmerising you were.

"Usually yes, we feed off peoples pleasure, and take their souls when we're satiated. But, seeing as though you feed me with just your attention, I don't need your soul. You're my true mate, something that's thought to have been a myth- or a legend amongst my kind~"

Tomura could almost laugh, looking back at you before looking away again quickly; you were shimmying out of your pants.

"F-fuck well I thought- I-I thought stuff like- Succubi were... Made up..."

You moved closer to him again, leaning onto the arms of his chair as he moved to cross his legs, moving his sweater to cover his groin. You giggled at how shy he was, making him look you in the eyes.

His breath hitched again, unsure of where exactly to look. His eyes flickered from your chest to your nethers, back to your eyes.

"Tomura.... Can I have you~?"

He wanted to, he really, really wanted to, but he didn't know if he should agree...

"I promise nothing bad will happen, and I won't hurt you~"

He gulped, "Uh... S-sure... Yeah- Whatever..."

You shook your head, putting your forehead to his. The sudden intimacy actually helped cool his nerves ever so slightly.

"No darling, I want to hear a yes. Because it's true, I want you, and I want to mate with you."

"I-I said sure-"

You giggled again, giving him a soft kiss. He whined at the feeling, kissing you back with a passion he hadn't felt before. The sudden change in his attitude was pleasant, something that you weren't really expecting. He pulled away from you before pushing himself out of his chair, grabbing your face with both of his hands, careful to keep his pinkies raised (even if he was unsure he could hurt you). He kissed you again, deeply. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as you put your arms around his shoulders, letting him walk you back to his bed. He pushed you down, pulling away from you as he hovered above you, the both of you huffing for breath from the kiss.

"Is that enough of a 'yes' for you?"

The needy gravel in his voice was to die for.

You smiled wide, pulling him into another kiss, the both of you tonguing the others mouths, each of you pulling and squeezing at anything you could get your hands on. Tomura gripped your chest and your hips, pulling your thighs apart to press himself against you.

You were gripping his hoodie, before pulling at the waistband of his pants and underwear, shoving your hands up his hoodie, feeling his stomach and chest.

He pulled off of you quickly, yanking his hoodie off, before standing and pulling his pants down with an eager swiftness.

You imagined him to be just as pretty, but you didn't expect him to be this gorgeous.

The smile on your face worried him slightly, it made him think it was a joke again, maybe it was all an act.

"Get over here. Now."

The demand in your voice snapped him out of his sudden doubt, the hunger in your eyes was hard to resist. He crawled over you again, kissing you over and over. Softer, this time. You grind against him, making him moan and whine against your mouth.

You felt your wings flutter beneath you as you fed off his pleasure, and you felt vastly different from your previous toys.

You felt his love. You felt everything he felt, his doubt, his fear, his lust, his need. But most of all, you felt his love for you. You moaned when he touched you with two fingers, toying with your hole.

"Aah- Tomuraaah~"

"Fuck.... So needy, huh~?"

You wiggled your hips against his hand, your tail wrapping around his leg as he pushed his fingers into you slowly. Your mouth opened wide with the most sinful moan he'd ever heard, it was better than he'd imagined, even better than any pornstar he'd watched. He slowly fingered you open, scissoring you carefully, kissing your jaw and biting your neck as be listened to you. He never thought he'd get this hard, just from foreplay alone.

Your hands clawed into his sheets and his mattress, and he swore he saw you tearing the fabric.

"Tomuraaa, please- Please stop teasing me, I want you- need you~!"

With begging like that, how could he refuse? He pulled away from your beautifully marked up neck, and he was surprised, to say the least. Horns were atop your head, fangs poking out, your face already looking perfectly fucked out.

"Please fuck me baby, pleeeaaase~?"

Your whines and begging were enough to drive someone mad, and he was the one to hear them. You wanted him, you needed him. Lining himself up, he pushed into you quickly, shuddering a moan at the feeling of just how fucking hot you felt.

The gutteral moans the both of you exchanged made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth falling open even wider as he was finally, finally inside of you.

"Aaaaagh- Yes~! Yes yes yeeeess! Thank you Tomura, t-thank yoouaaah~!"

He huffed a chuckle, gripping your thighs tight before pushing them against your chest, over his shoulders.

"Don't thank me- uGh- Yet~"

As soon as he said that, his hips snapped, making you moan in his ear, and making him shudder above you. He already felt close, but he held out- If only for you. His movements were quick, sloppy, he thrusted as fast as he could, as harshly as he could, as he shoved his tongue down your throat, swallowing your moans and your cute noises. Your moaning was endless as you fed from him, drinking in his sexual desire and energy, feeling yourself being more full than you've ever felt.

In more ways than one.

Your tail wrapped tightly around his leg as your wings helped push you against him, meeting his hips with every thrust.

He lifted himself up, smirking down at you, "Wa-Want me to cum in you? Fill you up? Haa?"

You cried out with a smile, "YeEess! Yes yeS! Please baby~! Please fuck me full! W-waahnt it~ want you! Want you~! M-more~!"

Tomura laughed condescendingly, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him as you felt him get closer. He couldn't last much longer than this- It was already too much.

Without much more stimulation, he came hard and quick. You had never cum as hard as you did with Tomura balls deep inside of you, your climaxes combined to drip out of you. You both moaned out, loud, your hands clawing the bed to shreds as you cried out in ecstasy.

As you both caught your breath, Tomura pulled out of you and laid on his bed, exhausted, you couldn't help but laugh.

Tomura groaned. Barely able to, he moved to lay on his back, looking at you.

"W... What.. What's so funny...?"

You slowly and carefully moved to sit on him, straddling his lap, your clawed hands on his chest, a sly smile on your face. Your tail waved behind you as your wings stretched out.

"Oooh baby... I'm far from finished with you~"

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 15 days

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Idk if you're up for writing angsty shit with the prompts, but I got some for you ✨

“I fucking hate you.” “No you don’t. Take that back right now.”

“I want to believe you, but I don’t know if I can.”

“Fuck, you’re such a wreck, and because of me, too.”

“Who’s laughing now?” “…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.”

My thoughts/ideas: Adam was deeply hurt by both his wives (who were made for him) cheating on him with Lucifer, and is scared of being close to people in fear of being left behind again. Luci jokingly saying he hates him after they've been dating for a while (weeks? months? up to you) sets him off really bad, and makes him scared Luci doesn't actually care about him.

You're free to leave out any of the prompts if there's too many, or add more if you want to, I'm just curious to see what you make of this and always love to get some more angsty feels :D

Indigo (loves your writing)

Oooou thank you for this! Feed me with more angsty prompts! 😈

Gotta make that babies suffer lol

"I fucking hate you." It was meant to be a joke, Lucifer thought his tone of voice even conveyed that when he spoke the words. Though, when he turned to look at Adam, his face dropped when he saw the very real hurt on his boyfriends face.

Adam's chest felt tight, like he couldn't breathe. He hated him? They've been dating for six months now and the devil didn't even like him, was he just wasting his time? "No you don't, take it back right now." He voice wobbled and he cursed himself, fuck it shouldn't hurt this bad but it felt like he was just gutted by a few mere words. "I thought, I thought you loved me. Or were those more lies!" Adam didn't have to put up with this.

"I do-, Adam! Adam, come on come back." Lucifer chased after his boyfriend as he stormed away from him. He didn't miss the water that lined those golden eyes. "I'm sorry! It was just a joke. I do love you! Duckie, please."

"Don't you duckie me, asshole!" Adam just had to make it to his room and lock the fucking door. He should have known he was only being used, that he was nothing more than a plaything for the king to throw away when he got bored. A tear fell from his eye and he roughly got rid of it. Fuck, he didn't want to cry. "I should have known you're just a fucking liar!"

Everyone leaves, no one has ever wanted him. He might have said that Lucifer was the most hated being in all of creation, but clearly it was him. All people do is leave and hurt him. How could he have been so fucking stupid to think that maybe, MAYBE, he found a slice of happiness with the devil here in Hell.

Adam grunted as he was pushed into the wall, Lucifer holding him in place by his arms. "I'm not lying! Adam, I do love you I always fucking have."

He's lying, his mind screamed and Adam felt his damn lip quiver. He only wants to fuck you to check it off his list, he knew you'd be easy enough to sway. Then there was the smaller part of him that was whispering under everything. Luci saved your life, of course he loves you.

"I want to believe you, but I don't know if I can." Adam felt so conflicted, after everything they had been through they had managed to hold onto the positives and give dating a shot.

"I shouldn't have said that. I'm eternally sorry. You know I would never leave you right? You're too important to me." Lucifer confessed, he could see the war raging in those beautiful golden eyes. How could he have fucked this up so bad, everything was going great until he said that. He knew Adam had abandonment issues since Eden, hell he's the one that fucking gave them to him!

Adam couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that broke free and rolled down his face. No wonder he hates you, who would want a sniveling little bitch like you? Not a king that's for fucking sure. "Important? Like I've ever meant anything to you!" Adam sobbed his throat closing with emotion. Fuck, he shouldn't be crying!

"You mean everything to me!" Lucifer cupped his face. "Fuck you're such a wreck and because of me too. I'm so sorry."

"Ha! Jokes on you, I was a wreck before all of this! Who's laughing now?"

"Clearly not you, you're crying. Dear god, what have I done?" Lucifer said that last part more to himself. He pulled Adam down into a bruising kiss, he wanted to convey all of his emotions for the sinner in a single kiss.

Adam gasped, he felt his tongue enter his mouth, a hand in his hair keeping him in place. Against his better judgement, Adam melted into the kiss returning it, his hands gripping the king's shoulders. His heart fluttered when he felt himself get picked up, his legs instantly wrapped around his boyfriends waist.

The cruel voice in his head died away.

When the kiss ended, Adam was panting as he looked into those red and yellow eyes glowing bright, boring into his own. Fuck he loved him. The devil was going to be the untilmate death of him, to shatter his heart and put it back together again over and over.

And Adam would let him. Like an idiot.

"I love you so much, Adam. Let me make it up to you." Lucifer never wanted to hurt him. He would fight all of Heaven and Hell if it meant they could be together.

Another tear fell. "How?" Another kiss pressed to his lips, more after that. The king was a drug Adam didn't want to quit.

"How about we go see that movie you wanted? And then, we can get dinner at that new meat place across town. We could even go to the mall and I could get you that guitar you've had your eyes on. Maybe do more shopping after? Anything you want, darling." He placed another kiss on Adams lips and smiled when he got one back. "I never want you to doubt my love for you again. I love you, duckie."

Adam smiled, his heart was doing flips and his stomach full of butterflies. "I love you too, Luci."

"What do you say? Does that sound good, would you like to do that?"

How could Adam turn it down? "Okay."

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #ask

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nohoney · 10 months

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Hehehehe....I have an other one 😈 Sorry for spamming you by the way 😅

But I have an other however it's center around more of an dominant woman because yes.

Stripper/Sugar Baby Hawks x Taller business(Mafia maybe) reader

But both are switches😏 again smut/fluffy

Also thank you for that short demon Keigo it is nice🥲💕

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i attempted to salvage what i could remember from the original draft ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡ i’m not quite as satisfied since the original one got lost but i hope it’s still good!

warnings: mentions of violence/death (very vaguely), switch dynamics, edging

keigo sits back on the couch trying to keep his composure, his eyes set on you as you lean over the items on the coffee table. his hand jerks at his cock, huffing quietly and his thighs are shaking a little as he comes to close to the edge of cumming. he strokes himself a little faster, chasing the high and hoping this time you’ll be kind and-

“don’t cum yet.” you command to him, your eyes briefly glance to him before looking back down at the coffee table.

he groans, grasping the base of his cock and holds in a frustrated sigh.

this is torture for him, he’s the kind of man that loves to indulge himself a little too much. you play into that with him and you equally frustrate him when you dangle the peak of his ecstasy with just a simple command or a look.

“you know if he had just done his job, i would have been nice and worked something out.” you say into the phone and pick up a polaroid before setting it back down. it’s placed next to a gun packed inside a ziplock, a bloody tie, and a small baggy of partly crushed blue pills. “if he only he died a respectful death, i would see his family off so that they were taken care of. now they’re gonna struggle because their dumb daddy got too greedy.”

you talk about a man’s death as if it were a minor inconvenience. like when the heels of your shoes snap; a mild irritation but ultimately has no long term effect on you.

walking over to where he sits on the couch, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with one hand and use the free one to slap his hand away and stroke him yourself. you still continue to talk passively, going over some details of the hit you placed on someone and what needs to be taken care of. and keigo groans lowly, his head dropping back and throwing his arms over the back of the couch. his fingernails dig into the rich, fine leather couch as he tries to will himself to not cum under your touch.

he can’t cum until you say he can.

“o-oh fuck!” keigo grits through his teeth, “baby, i don’t think i can-“

you shush him gently before resuming your phone conversation. “make sure to sweep the entire basement and do a good clean up. drop the car off to the hotel manager and give him the black card from the glove compartment.” you instruct the person, nodding your head when you hear a confirmation and hang up the phone.

the phone is tossed to the other side of the couch and you put your full attention on your precious plaything.

keigo remembers life before you, he was aimless and wandering and struggling. he also remembers how you always looked fairly unhappy, such a pretty face you have that he couldn’t help staring at.

now look where he is now, living in the lap of luxury because you thought him too pretty to be fending for himself.

there’s a big part of him that feels a little prideful to be with a woman like you. for someone that always had the hardest gaze when dealing with business, he managed to melt your icy exterior. you’re capable of giving soft smiles and showing some vulnerability.

“what’s on your mind, love?” you ask with a small tilt of your head, your hand still stroking his cock and working him up. “care to share?”

“fuck, i wanna cum!” keigo hisses, “god, please let me cum!”

you play coy and simply give him a sweet smile.

he wants to rip your silk gucci dress off you. he wants to eat out your cunt until you squirt all over him. he wants you to give him permission to fuck you until you cry. just in the same way you lord all the power over him, when he is allowed to cum or beg in a way that panders to you, you willingly give up your power to let him do as he pleases to you.

it’s what he loves most about this; a powerful woman like you can reduce him to a sexed out mess and he can do the same to you, making you blissed out and needy for only him.

“say you love me and that you’re grateful to me.” you command him, still keeping that coy smile on your face.

“i love you and i’m grateful,” keigo tells you with sincerity, “so grateful that i’m yours.” you retreat to fold your hands into your lap, suddenly bashful. only he can make you that way. seeing you so shy like this almost sets him off and makes him cum untouched. but he wants to cum in you or on you, all over your face or in your throat or over your tits. “baby, please?”

you seem to mull it over before telling him, “you’ve been good. lie back.”

thank fucking god, finally after forty something minutes he gets rewarded.

you take off the dress and let it drop to a heap on the floor, comfortably nude in your luxury apartment just as in the same way you are comfortable with evidence of a murder laying out on your coffee table. you spit into your hand to lube his cock first, spreading the wetness first before sinking him into your tight warmth. his mouth drops and he lets out a choked moan, finally feeling relief to be with you.

he’s unprepared though when you ride him, hoping to savor a slow fuck with you but you make his eyes roll to the back of his head. you slam your pussy down as you fuck him and keigo knows what he won’t last at all-

“fuck!” he curses when he cums inside you, his core clenching as he fills you. all the edging frayed his control and he revels in the high of an orgasm.

you’re kind enough to give him a little bit of time to compose himself, getting off his lap and his cock slipping out. his cum leaks out your pussy but you simply grab the gucci dress and use it as a cum rag to clean yourself.

“come upstairs when you catch your breath.” you tell keigo as you take the ruined gucci dress with you.

keigo lays in his spot for a few minutes before finally sitting up. his eyes barely glance to the items on the coffee table, already having gotten used to the business that you run. he goes up the stairs to the bedroom you and him share together and he finds you sitting at the edge of the bed, one hand dangling an expensive gold chain.

his eyes immediately go to the gold earrings that are adorned on your ears, noticing them since you weren’t wearing them earlier. he moves to kneel down in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs and resting on your hips as he waits patiently for what you want him to do. you clasp the golden chain around his neck, fixing it so that it’s presented properly. “they’re matching.” he comments on the jewelry.

you give a little hum and lean back, propping yourself on your elbows and opening your legs for him. “what do you say?”

“thank you.” keigo is gifted with a smile and he musters up the courage to ask, “can we… can i-“

“yes.” you answer before he even finishes his question. he sees the shift in your attitude. “you can.”

only he can do this to you, he can follow your every command even when he is frustrated from it because he lives for you, and in turn you reward him with the same submissiveness he gives you. so keigo has you lie flat on your back onto the soft mattress, hooking two fingers into your cunt. they slip in easily since you’re still wet with his cum, making you whine slightly. slowly his fingers curl into you and a devious smile comes on his face.

now it’s his turn to torture you.

he works you up to the very edge only for him to tell you, “don’t cum yet.”

#there was so many good lines from the original that i just couldn’t remember but i tried to replicate them :(#ooof okay now i’m done with writing prompts for a lil bit after wracking my brain for the last few hours #hawks smut #hawks thirst #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #k.inbox

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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Terms of Employment - Saul Goodman/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

lord help me im back on my bullshit. this is a sequel to my first saul/ftm reader fic. you wake up the morning after and discuss the current situation with your boss/apparent sex partner: saul goodman

tags/warnings: office sex, rough sex, oral sex, light bondage, daddy kink, homophobic/transphobic slurs, squirting, humiliation/degradation, trans fetishization

anatomical terms: dick/cock and cunt/pussy/hole are used interchangeably

words: 4,061

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Your head was spiraling the morning after. You awoke from a deep sleep in a bed that felt way more luxurious than your own. The gaudy decorations that littered the walls only exacerbated the pounding in your head. You sluggishly peeled the blankets off, your body aching with even the slightest movement. Wait, where were your clothes? And where the hell were you? How were you going to get-

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

That answers that question. And literally every other question that had yet to finish buffering. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back. Your boss, the ubiquitous presence on every possible advertisement space in Albuquerque, Saul fucking Goodman, had given you the type of fucking that’d make a nun burst into flames. And he didn’t seem like a smug piece of shit about it, rather cautious, actually. He was standing by your side of the bed, dressed in a comfortable-looking tracksuit, handing you your clothes with a sheepish smile.

“I, uh… I guess you’re starting to remember how we got here. Listen, I’m really sorry if it was too much. You seemed like you were into it, so I wanted to, uh… keep the hype going, ya get me? I hope I didn’t hurt you or-”

“Oh no, i-it’s fine,” you cut him off, accepting your clothes from him, “I… I really did enjoy it. I kinda like it rough.” You flashed that same hesitant smile he had given you as you put your shirt on. God, this was fucking awkward. You definitely wanted more, but you had no idea how you’d even continue working together after this. Were you just expected to never talk about it again? Probably not, since you both were talking about it now, but what were you supposed to do? There wasn’t a page in your employee handbook on what to do after you fuck your boss.

He let out a small chuckle at your response, and relaxed his posture a bit. At least you both could let your guard down a bit. “Heh, kinda? Sweetheart, you take a beating better than some of my toughest clients. I mean, I know I’m not in the best shape but-...“ He lost his train of thought as you stood up to put your underwear on, his eyes unconsciously trailing downward before darting away not so subtly. “Ah, nevermind. So you enjoyed it, huh? Would you wanna… do it again sometime? Maybe we could make this a regular thing?”

You internally breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his blunt nature took the pressure off you. “I’d like that.” This time, your smile was genuine and confident.

His sigh of relief was dramatic. “Oh thank god,” he exhaled, “I’d been stressing that all night. You’re a good kid. I’d hate to make things weird between us. Well… weirder, I guess. Not exactly a conventional boss/assistant relationship anyway, am I right?”

You couldn’t help but agree with that.

Saul continued. “But listen, let’s just keep this a secret between us, alright? I’d hate to make things difficult for you, and personally, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole ‘I just fucked a dude in his pussy’ thing, y’know?”

You snorted a little at his last remark. “Yeah, that’s fine. I get it. I didn’t think you were into men, anyway.”

“Well, you’re a special case. And besides,” he placed his hands on your hips and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “It’ll be nice to have a cute little plaything like you on standby.”

You shuddered at his teasing words. You’d hate to stroke his ego even more, but fuck, he was good. You figured you’d better fire back to show him you can keep up. “Sounds perfect, Daddy” was what you ended up with, making sure to drag out that last word.

“Oh ho, is that the direction we’re taking things? I can get behind that,” He replied, lust dripping from his words. Though he switched gears pretty quickly, likely not wanting to cede control to you. “In due time though, kid. Let me drive you home. We got a big caseload this week, so come in an hour early on Monday, got it? I’ll be there to let you in.”

You likewise shifted back into business mode before he walked you two out to the car. “Sure thing, Mr. Goodman.”

—

The weekend passed you by, and you were outside the office on Monday morning an hour earlier than usual per your boss’s request. You knocked on the glass door to the building, and heard a muffled shout from the inside.

“Just a sec!”

“Alright!” You shouted back before absentmindedly checking your phone. You heard him stumbling around inside the dark office. You’d wondered previously why he wouldn’t turn the lights on when he called you in early, but with the amount of walk-in clients he got day in and day out, you got the gist.

Saul eventually hobbled over to the front door and unlocked it for you. He seemed strangely out of breath. “Good to see you here bright and early, kiddo. We got a lot to cover today,” He placed his hand on the small of your back as you walked in, “Have a seat in my office, I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, sir.” You replied. Sex was the last thing on your mind at 6:30 in the morning, but you couldn’t deny that calling him “sir” had a spicier taste now. The slightest hint of subordination to him was enough to spark your interest these days. You pushed open the door to his office and noticed an immediate roadblock to the task he had given you. “Uh, Mr. Goodman?”

“Yes?”, he asked, following you in.

“Where are all the chairs?”

The only seating in his office was his chair, behind his desk. You had a smaller desk off to the side, but your chair was gone. The chairs in front of his desk were gone too. Even that gross couch of his was nowhere in sight. Was he robbed? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Who would break into the most infamous law firm in the city just to steal his auxiliary office chairs? And he was here before you, too. He had to have known, right?

“I said,” He strode past you and sat himself down in his chair, crossing his legs and gesturing to the hardwood desk, “Have a seat.”

That son of a bitch. He made you get up at 5AM just to fuck with you. He was here at god knows what hour just to set the stage for your debasement. You weren’t sure how to feel, anger and arousal both waging a war over your psyche. You begrudgingly followed suit, plopping yourself down on the desk in front of him. You made sure to keep your legs closed and your gaze averted. You wanted to make him work for it, at least for a little while.

“There we go, that wasn’t so complicated, was it? Now, let's get down to brass tacks,” Saul traced his hand up your dress pants, in between your legs, and up to your crotch. You usually wore a packer when you went out, which evidently he must have noticed, and he gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze before he spoke. “We both know what’s going on here, so who exactly are you trying to fool?”

You gasped when he touched you, trying to squirm out of his grasp. You sputtered trying to answer him. “I’m… I’m not-”

“Take it off.”

“Si… Sir, I-”

He squeezed you even tighter. “I think you forgot your place here, kid. Your superior gave you an order. Need me to spell it out for you? I’m gonna let you go, and you’re going to take your pants off for me. Understand?”

“Y-yes, sir…”

“Good boy. Now, get up.”

Saul kept his word and released you from his grip. It was as if the praise he gave you went straight to your head and kicked you into subspace. You slid off the desk and undid your belt with shaking fingers. You felt his eyes burning a hole into you as you dropped your pants and underwear, the silicone packer bouncing as it hit the floor. No doubt your face was bright red, and you still couldn’t look him in the eye. Once your bottom half was uncovered, you shimmied back onto the desk, your bare legs squishing against the cold wood. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you like this before, but this was the first time you’d been fully cognisant of your actions, and the first time he ordered you to strip. You were too shy to open your legs for him without command.

“Look at me,” He said, and you slowly turned to meet his eyes. He was watching you hungrily, his elbows propped on the armrests and his hands folded in front of his mouth. There was no hint of compassion in his voice. He was all business. “Spread ‘em.”

You obliged. Your eyes felt heavy, as if tears were threatening to well up, and your brain was starting to slow. Your cheeks and your cunt both felt like they were on fire, and the cold air stung as you exposed yourself to him. All you could think of was how embarrassed you were. You had never felt so fucking humiliated, but you had no idea how much worse it was going to get.

“That’s more like it. No need to cover up your best feature. What a shame that you’d try to hide such a pretty little hole behind a piece of cheap silicone. Why don’t you uh…” Saul made an upside-down V with his fingers, “...give me a better view?”

You gulped, not wanting to risk talking back to him. You mimicked his gesture against your lips, spreading them open to show him. Much to your dismay (or was it delight?), you were starting to get wet and your t-dick was already hard.

“Aw, are you getting excited from this?” he mocked, “No seriously, are you? I mean, it’s kinda hard to tell with such a tiny dick like that, y’know? Tell me, do you like getting treated like this?”

You did. You really did. You wanted more, but you’d dare not overstep. “Y-yes…”

“Yes, what? Go on, say it.”

“Yes, Saul. I… I like it when you treat me like this…”

“Prove it.”

That shocked you. You don’t know why. In fact, you should’ve seen it coming, but it still mystified you when he said it. You figured you knew what he wanted from you, but you didn’t want to assume. “H…How do you mean?”

“Prove it,” Saul repeated his instruction as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Prove to me that you like being degraded like this. I want you to get yourself off right here on my desk. I wanna see you stroke your puny little dick for me like the needy little whore you are.”

Jesus fucking Christ. You had to stifle a moan when he said that. He knew how to work you, and the bastard wasn’t even doing the work himself. You dragged your hand down to your aching cock and wrapped 2 fingers around it before you began to stroke it. You were embarrassed to make noises while he was watching, though biting your lip could only do so much.

Saul looked at you like you were about as interesting as a water cooler instruction manual. He was trying his hardest to seem disinterested, wanting to keep up the act. “C’mon slut, get into it. You said you like it, right? Let me hear you.”

You let a couple noises slip. Mainly just quiet gasps and squeaks. At one point you sighed, “Fuck… Saul…”

“You’re on the clock, sugar. Don’t call me by my first name. You should know better than that.”

“S-sorry sir…” You stuttered, speeding up your motions. “I’ll… ngh…. I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a good boy for Daddy?”

Motherfucker. Saul was an expert at using your words against you. Part of you regretted giving him that ammunition the other day, but part of you was ecstatic to hear him say it. You replied with affirmation while continuing to chase your high, “Yes, Daddy…”

“Good boy. Y’know, you’re so cute like this. Seeing you pinch that tiny little dick of yours and try to jack it like it’s an actual cock.” You’re not sure what hurt more, his backhanded compliments or a literal backhand from him. Both left a pleasant sting in their wake. “You can’t even call it a dick, really. Just serves as decoration for that nice tight pussy you have. It’s fun watching you pretend otherwise, though. How about you shove a couple fingers inside and fuck yourself the way a cuntboy like you deserves?”

You purred at his request, eager to satisfy him at your own expense. “Ah… y-yes, Daddy…” While still stroking your dick, you slipped two small fingers inside yourself, trying desperately to hit that special spot, but failing. You wished his longer fingers would replace yours. He had hit that spot in no time. Even so, you got loud. You weren’t even trying to stifle it anymore. Shameless whining, heavy panting, the most pitiful noises escaped you as you climbed closer and closer to your peak.

“Ah… f-fuck… sir, I mean, Daddy… shit… I…”

“You’re getting close?”

“Ngh… Yes… Daddy… fuck… please… I need…”

“Stop.”

And it all came crashing down. The climax you had built yourself up to disappeared, but not without a trace. You were still painfully hard, and your pussy was drenched. Droplets fell off your hands and it felt like you were sitting in a puddle. You whimpered softly, hoping he’d take pity on you, but he knew your game.

“Shhh…” he said, “Not yet, baby boy. You said you wanna be good for me, right? Then you gotta listen to me. Now, I want you to get off that desk and get down on your knees in front of me. Let me show you what a real cock looks like.”

You crept down from the desk and settled on your knees below him. He unbuckled his belt and placed it on the desk, making sure to avoid the wet spot you had left behind. He unzipped his pants agonizingly slowly, his obvious erection making you salivate. He fished out his cock, and it was gorgeous. A pretty decent length, and he was thick and uncut, already glistening with precum. You didn’t really get a good look at it last time, but it made sense why you were sore the next day. You shifted your position slightly, trying to get a little more friction against you.

“Getting a little jealous, huh? That’s what I thought. You went crazy over it the other day.” Saul gave himself a languid stroke, just to tease you.

It worked. You wanted him so bad, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please, Daddy… c-can I…?”

“Can you what?”

“Can… Can I suck it?”

Saul laughed, but you saw his cock throb in his hand. He wanted you bad. “Jesus, you’re an even bigger faggot than I thought! Sure, whatever, go ahead, kid. Knock yourself out.” You went to take it in your hand, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Ah ah ah, what do we say?”

That smug son of a bitch. He was insufferable in the best kind of way. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, whore. Now suck it.”

He let go of your wrist and you eagerly took him in your grasp. You spit on the tip and spread it over his length, his foreskin peeling back as you did so. You wrapped your lips around his head and began to suck, running your tongue along the underside and probing his hole with your tongue. While you slobbered on the tip, you used your hand to take care of the rest. He tasted so fucking good. His precum was salty and sweet, and his musk was driving you crazy. You pulled your mouth off the tip with a satisfying pop, and lowered yourself down to his balls. Licking and sucking on them frantically, you could hear him hiss above you as you worked him over. You were completely and utterly cockdrunk, and you’d do anything to show your gratitude. In fact, you were probably more into it than he was.

“Look at you,” he sighed contentedly, “You look right at home on your knees worshiping a cock like this. I bet you wish you had one just like it, huh, tranny?”

You moaned into his balls as he talked down to you, feeling his body twitch in response. That slur hit you just right. You took his cock into your mouth again and started bobbing up and down his shaft, striving to please him however you could.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes. How adorably pathetic. I knew this would be a good idea. I figured you’d start drooling when I took my cock out. I bet that’s all you think about, right, faggot? Just how good it’d feel to have a fat cock like mine filling you up in every hole you’ve got?”

Another desperate moan answered his question for him. You enthusiastically pumped him with one hand, and tried sneaking the other one down to take care of yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Big mistake.

“Ah!” Saul grabbed your hair and pulled you off him. “Don’t think I don’t see that. You’ll get yours when I say so, hole.” He leaned over you and grabbed his belt off the desk. “Though in the meantime, this should remind you who’s in charge here.” He let go of your hair and pulled the belt taut. “Hands behind your back.”

You complied, and he reached down to wrap the belt around your wrists. Pulling the belt through the fastener, he slipped two fingers in to make sure it wasn’t too tight. What a gentleman. When he was done, he sat back in his chair and looked down at you expectedly. “Well? Tell Daddy thank you for disciplining you.”

You parroted his words back to him. “Thank you for disciplining me, Daddy.” The sick thing was you truly meant it.

He gently patted your head, tousling your hair a little bit. “Good job. That’s my boy. Now…” He gripped your hair once more, his other hand stabilizing his cock at the base, “...take a deep breath for me.”

You knew what was coming, and began to inhale. Though before you could finish, Saul decided you’d gotten enough air, and forced you down onto him. He fucked your mouth relentlessly, spit pooling around your lips and spilling down your chin. You were doing your best not to gag, and for the most part you were successful. Except for when he’d force you down to the base and pinch your nose. He groaned at the feeling of you struggling around him, though he’d always show mercy and let you catch your breath before making you run the gauntlet again.

“Goood boy. I love fucking this whore mouth of yours. Good thing I hired you. Got my own little cuntboy to use like a fleshlight whenever I want.” He took you down to his base again, and before he could pinch your nose, you flicked your tongue across his balls. That caught him by surprise and got him to moan like a bitch. “Shit! Ah… fuck that’s good, kid…” He got louder and louder as he approached the top, fucking your mouth insatiably, “Getting close… ngh… gonn-ah… gonna cum down your f-fucking throat… yeah… take it, faggot… take it… I know you want it… f-fuck…!” He came with an earth-shattering groan, using both hands to push you all the way down. His cum shot down your throat in what felt like buckets, and he didn’t pull you off until he was empty. When he did, your throat was burning and you were gasping for air. Nevertheless, you made sure to swallow it all.

Your efforts did not go unappreciated. You looked up at your boss and saw him slumped back in his chair, panting heavily, face flushed, and looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face. He looked spent, but his cock was still semi-hard. Remembering where he was, he tilted his head down to see you, and he gently rubbed your cheek.

“Such a good boy… so good to me…” he sighed, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit smug from his praise. “How about I return the favor?”

You thought he’d never ask. “Please, yes, Daddy. Did I do a good job?”

“Very good…” Saul replied, grabbing you by your shoulders and hoisting you up with him. He spun you around and slid his hands down to your hips. Once he had the leverage to do so, he bent you down over his desk. “...and good boys get rewards.” A firm hand pressed your face into the desk and kept you pinned down, while his other hand went to work himself back up. When he was ready to go, he got into position and teased your opening with his cock. “Come on, pumpkin. Daddy wants to hear you say it.”

Of course he does. You wondered if it was physically possible to have sex with him without needing to stroke his ego. But you loved it. Any modicum of shame you had left went out the window as you begged, “Please, Daddy. Please put it in. I want it so bad. Please, please, please fuck me.”

He chuckled at your pathetic whimpering, though not to degrade you further. He was genuinely enjoying the effect he had on you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek before he spoke, “I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

Slam

With one hard thrust, Saul bottomed out in you. You cried out in ecstasy, finally getting the fucking you’d worked so hard for. He didn’t think to start off slow; he knew what you wanted. He pounded into you relentlessly, hitting your base with every thrust. His hips pushed yours into the desk so roughly that you thought you’d bruise. Your head was empty and your mouth hung open drooling. All you could think about was his cock. You loved it. You needed to show your boss how grateful you were.

“Th… Thank… you…. Daddyyy….”

“Aww, you’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He really was. He loved how he could get you to thank him without being prompted. While keeping you pressed against the desk, he snuck his hand down to your aching cock, and jerked you in time with his motions. “Go ahead and cum for me, darling. It’s okay. Let Daddy feel you cum.”

It was all too much, how his cock filled you up so perfectly, how his rough hands took such gentle care of your dick and kept you helpless underneath him, how sweetly he’d talk you through your orgasm. You couldn’t hold on. He pulled your orgasm from you easily, your wetness squirting out against his bare thighs. From the way he groaned at your release, you could tell he wasn’t far behind. A couple rapid thrusts and he was gone, burying himself completely within you as his cum coated your walls. You both trembled at the feeling of him filling you up. Having him deep inside you, so warm and full, it just felt so right. He stayed in until he softened, taking his hand off your head and slowly withdrawing his cock. You whined as you felt his cum spill out of you, and he just stepped back to admire the sight. He knelt down and tucked his seed back into you, finishing the job by planting a soft kiss against your wrecked hole, a breathless moan escaping your lips.

Saul climbed back up to you and laid his body on top of yours. He kissed your cheek and played with your hair, enjoying the warmth and softness of your figure. You didn’t see him as much of a cuddler, but you weren’t complaining…

“Enjoy it while it lasts, kid. We got 5 minutes before our first client.”

…yet.

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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❄️OH MY GOSH IF THEY CONTROL TOUR MISSIONS….damn whoever gave me repidigit missions are not forgiven. (it’s probably trickstar. rebellion stars end on a repidigit.)

OH and if they can somehow manipulate our phones settings to hear our voice while we play the game oh man i’m starting to feel sorry for them hdjsjksjs

if the player is the type of person who says the most random things during the game (like me) the characters would hear things like “omg leoooooo i love you so much i hope you fall on your face you’re so cute <33” THEY’D GET SO CONFUSED and whenever the player didn’t get the five star they want the characters would have to hear things like “I HATE YOU NATSUME WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE BEEN RITSU”

or maybe some random humming (or screaming) of the song’s lyrics maybe occasional singing normally. i think leo especially would be really happy about it since he wrote all of knights’ songs and his beloved player is singing them oh my god he’s getting so much inspiration

or maybe if you remember their voice lines from the being on your homescreen or party for so long you started saying their lines with them! some of them would probably get so happy they cry.

I IMAGINE TSUKASA BEING HIGHKEY SAD WHEN WE MOCK HIS “ENSEMBLE STRAWS” IM SORRY TSUKASA

yes i do all of the above

sdnakjndl if you think the repidigit missions in en are bad then be happy that you´ve never had to play the jp tour events before. Honestly while playing the en version of the first tour event I was actually pleasantly surprised because I thought that it was way more comfortable with it´s goals than the jp version. What I did with those missions was to look how many notes the song has beforehand and then play normally until I hit a high combo with a repidigit ( I didn´t even know this was a word before plaything the tour event djnsldan) and then drop the combo. Then I just continued playing normally until the end of the song and it would work because the game only counts the highest combo you achieved while playing

In jp we instead had to have the score end with a certain number at the end of the life. Thise where the ones I usually really struggled with. What you would do there is play on easy and play normally through almost the entire song until there´s like only 10 notes left. Then you pray that the score ends in the desired number in those last few notes. If it does you stop playing immediately and hope you´ll still pass the live. It was really annoying and sometimes I would have to try this with every single songs in the day because it just wouldn´t work out. So glad they replaced those missions in the en version!

gn reader

tw yandere, spying through the mic

Honestly, no matter how weird or stranger whatever you say ends up being, they wouldn´t really mind. They tried so hard to hack into your microphone so just being able to hear your voice after all this time is already a blessing! Even better if you´re saying their name! It sounds so wonderful, coming from you!

They will probably be a bit confused if you make such random statements but most of them are just zoning in on the fact that you said you love them <3

And then there´s people like Mika who are like “ they called me cute and want me to fall on my face? What if I fall down on purpose just for them? Are they going to call me cute again???” and he just does whatever you ask of him in an effort to please you

And yes, the gacha pain is real, I feel you, anon! I tend to be quiet while scouting but internally I´m screaming when I get a different character. I´m pretty sure I´ve talked about this somewhere before so I´m keeping this a bit shorter but of course they would be really sad too when you say you hate them! They tried so hard to come home to you so you would hopefully put them on your team and use them, but their plan seems to have backfired!

Before hacking into your mic, the characters were kind of aware if they had the honor of being one of your favorite characters or not simply from if you pulled on their banners or not. So they might have feared that you didn´t like them all that much but it hurts so much more to have the confirmation and hear you outright say it

So there are some positives and negatives to this new development. Obviously another positive is when they can hear you singing along to their songs. They feel so proud and love hearing your singing voice too! They wish they could duet with you! But just hearing your praise is already sweet enough ^^

And you´re right that Leo especially would be happy about it because he composes all the songs for Knights so you enjoying them enough to sing them makes him super excited! All his hard work paid off if you´re liking his songs! He will mention this to absolutely every person he meets snfskbf Also gets a new burst of inspiration as soon as he hears you sing. You´re his muse after all!

Nooooo not ensemble straws 😭 I get it anon, I truly do. Gotta be an oof moment for Tsukasa though sjbdldb

#yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere enstars x reader #yandere leo tsukinaga x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #yandere ensemble stars #yandere enstars #leo tsukinaga #knights #ensemble stars self aware au #yandere self aware ensemble stars au #yandere self aware au #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader #❄️ anon

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Hii I'm new here I love your slenderman au it's so fascinating!

OK OK HEAR ME OUT!! what IF shapeshift cryptids exists in this au?? & if so that must be very rare right? powerful!!? dangerous!! unknown to most? UNKILLABLE EVEN??? & possibly be unwanted in the cryptid society?? the capabilities of its powers could out-matched the greatest? the real form undescribable?? possibly doesn't come from earth even? dimension, universe?? it just pop into this universe & be like: Ah, yes. my new home now, I be here whether you like it or not lol.

The forms they take might not look exactly identical to another already existing creature, but rather a form of how they could look as that cryptid species.(or any species)

with very noticeable (or not)

markings/symbols all over the body (colours whatever readers choice) that could glow when exposed to moon light, or while using magic, or other? it can give themselves away.

they could be fertile to all? or unfertile for whatever reasons. doesn't have exact gender because it can be whatever it wants, even possibly learn a magic traits, that's only possible through that particular species, & could use that magic OUTSIDE OF THAT FORM?? this.. would that be considered the most rarest cryptid species, MAYBE NOT EVEN A SPECIES BUT ONE OF A KIND!!??,

the slender brothers meeting someone like that? & possibly having love interest? or try to kill it??

the possibilities are endless. sorry obviously I LOVE OP things, is it to much? idk do whatever with it, it's your au <3

Hello, anon! I did a little explanation of shapeshifting in the AU followed by matchup headcanons / scenarios for each of the brothers. Feel free to skip straight to the matchup scenarios if you like and apologies if that wasn’t what you were looking for.

Thanks so much for your ask and your kind words! I'm so happy that you like my AU and I love the enthusiasm you have for your OC!

(I use it/its pronouns for the OC and call it a “creature” instead of a “cryptid”. Hope that’s ok!)

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Preamble

Shapeshifting cryptids do exist in the AU! There are cryptids that can transform into animals or other beasts, cryptids with monstrous forms that can alter their appearance to something more appealing and trickster cryptids that can take the forms of others. The ability isn't very rare or dangerous in-and-of itself and there are magical safeguards that protect against more mundane issues that can arise with shapeshifters, like identity theft.

I have a feeling that's not what you're going for, however.

If you're talking about something like an Eldritch God who's true form is unknowable but takes on a 'baser' form to walk among us lesser creatures; An unfathomably powerful creature that regards all on the mortal plane as mere playthings; Nyarlathotep come to life or the great Yog-Sothoth in all his might given form on this physical plane…

Then that changes things.

I can see all the brothers being wary of such a powerful creature, regardless of its intentions.

If this creature is looking for a relationship, its best bet is to hide the extent of its abilities. If it does I could write cute headcanons about how the brothers trace the creature’s markings as they cuddle, how they go on midnight strolls just so they can watch their S/O light up (literally) under the moonlight or how they pepper the creature’s face in ‘kisses’ whenever it expresses loneliness for being the only one of its kind. I could even write spicy headcanons about how their shapeshifting adds to their sex life.

But that’s not as fun. So…

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Slender Brothers X Super Powerful Shapeshifter

Slenderman

He’s extremely wary.

A creature that strong is a threat to not only himself but to cryptid society, the society he fought to establish and one he helped build. This creature could do whatever it liked and no one could stop it.

Even if its intentions were innocent and its only aim was to live peacefully in society he would spend ample time and resources researching ways to destroy it.

Depending on how cooperative the creature is he uses the registration of a new species as a guise to learn more about how it functions and possible ways to kill it. He oversees the study himself, spending long hours in the labs with his best researchers as they work on collecting information on the creature.

The creature seems to pay him extra attention, giving him strange looks when it thinks he’s not looking and sometimes when he obviously is. What does it mean? What game is it playing?

Then one day it approaches him in the hallway when no one else is around. He tenses, ready for an ambush that he knows he can’t win…

It confesses its feelings for him and asks him out?

?????????????????

Is it a ruse? A ploy? Why would it need one when it could just kill him here? Is it just some kind of game? Does it want something from him? Should he go along with it to find out more about its weaknesses? Will it retaliate if he says no? Is it actually sincere? It’s certainly not bad to look at in its current form… but what if-????????????

He short circuits.

50/50 chance on whether the date happens or not.

Offenderman

He’s reckless but not a complete idiot. A creature that powerful should not be trifled with.

At first he keeps a weary eye on the creature and doesn’t engage as much with it as he does others. Then when he feels he has a better grasp on its intentions and demeanor he approaches. He’s casual and friendly though he’s not as bombastic as he usually is since he’s cautious about setting it off by being too direct. He’s also curious, trying to get a more direct read on the creature’s intentions.

The more ‘chill’ the creature turns out to be the more he opens up and lets his guard down, returning to his bombastic self around it.

Offender is curious about how strong the creature actually is and asks for a spar. He gets his ass handed to him and he knows that this person could kill him easily yet here it is, offering a hand to help him up.

That gets Offender to trust it more.

Thus, the seduction starts in earnest. Railing a super-powerful entity that could snap him like a twig but chooses not to? Extremely sexy.

Trenderman

Also extremely wary.

He tries to avoid the creature and has uncharacteristically little to say about its fashion choices or overall looks.

He acknowledges to himself that it would be very fun to make outfits that compliment the markings, both when they glow and when they don’t, but he does nothing with those thoughts.

The creature comes to him to talk (perhaps about design perhaps not) and he complies, less obviously irritated about being approached by this stranger for conversation because he knows of its vast power. The conversation moves to fashion and the creature asks for clothing help.

Trender complies. While he’s usually irritated at people asking for his services so brazenly, he’s fearful of what would happen if he says no and a little bit excited at the possibility of designing for someone that looks so unique.

Through the process of making the creature a new wardrobe, he looses some of his wariness. The creature not only has a respect for fashion in general and his abilities specifically, but is a delight to talk to and inspirational to design for.

The creature becomes a friend and his muse, as the ease to which it can shapeshift making it a never ending source of inspiration.

Eventually, the creature admits its romantic interest in Trender, admitting to trying to get his attentions in other ways that Trender overlooked in his focus on his work or assumed was playful banter.

Trender is taken aback but not against it. He says yes to a date and they see how things go from there.

Splendorman

Wary but not unfriendly.

He knows that a creature that powerful is dangerous to him, others, and the world as a whole; whether or not it says that it just wants to live in cryptid society.

But that’s no reason to be rude.

He makes friends immediately. He asks about the creature’s day, how it’s settled in, how it’s liking cryptid society. He recommends foods, shows, activities and experiences that one new to the moral realm should try and offers to be there as it tries them.

Initially, Splendor is definitely jumpy around the creature and is quick to soothe it whenever there’s so much as a possibility that the creature may react badly. However, even though it’s obvious that Splendor doesn’t fully trust it, the creature can’t help but open up to him.

Splendor listens earnestly to its thoughts and opens up about his own experiences eagerly, making it easy for the creature to confess its feelings about being the only one of its kind while they look up at the stars from Splendor’s meadow; makes it easy for the creature to think of Splendor’s feelings when someone insults it and it gets the urge to harm; makes it easy for the creature to appreciate all the smallest insects, plants, snowflakes and rocks that Splendor points out excitedly as they walk together;

Makes it easy to fall in love.

For the both of them.

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[Begin video transcript.]

[Transcript begins from the floor, the camera propped up with an object facing someone's pant legs. Random boxes in the background, the room has almost no lighting, with the exception of a small light shining barely out of frame.]

?: I think I’m done with watching, Rose.

[Voice unidentified: Please try again later.]

?: I don’t believe there is a future for the foundation. Not with Showfall running everything.

?: Dude… What the fuck are you talking about?

[Voice identified: Rose.]

?: You don’t know what I’ve seen… What Showfall keeps in those damn tunnels. Something beyond my scope. Beyond what I could even conceive. I’ve seen the face of the Devil.

R: Dude I…-

?: I went into the tunnels… God, how long has it been? Fuck… months?

R: WHY? Why though?

?: Well I went there to try and find Edgar. Mostly since it’s kind of my job… was… but I also-.

R: Also what?

[The legs in frame unsteadily shift weight]

?: How long do you think he had planned it? I mean, I know there was a plan. I just didn’t think he would actually… I mean, surely he was just putting on a show, right? That’s what you showfall bunch are all about? Playing characters?

R: No… And if you say something like that again I'll kick your ass.

?: Right.

...

?: Rose, do you think Edgar killed himself because of me?

[Rose sighs.]

R: No, I think he did it because he felt there was no other way, it was die or be showfall's forever plaything to him I feel.

?: …Maybe it was for the best then. Maybe Edgar made the right choice. I would’ve done the same, knowing what I know now. Seeing what I’ve seen.

R: Dude… I… Can I show you something, maybe it will help… Maybe it won't.

?: You’re not going to kill me?

R: No you dumb motherfucker, you haven't given me a reason to.

?: Hm. I never understood you, Rose. I can stand on my own, for a bit at least.

R: Dude… I- Ok storytime I guess. Wanna know why I'm not scared of the security?

?: I suppose not. Where are you going with this?

R: They made me into one. I uh… Don't fucking like talking about it, but if it helps so be it huh?

[The figure shifts their weight again]

R: So. I uh… Hm, it uh was when I died? Or well… I didn't die cuz the gunshot didn't instantly kill me. Oh uh… Yeah my gun backfired on me once, anyway. Yeah a uh woman named Mai dragged my body, turned me into one of those… Things and threw me in the forest.

?: Things? You mean what I saw… That horrible amalgamation of man and machine…?

R: Yeah they uh… God, I'm really going to bring this up to the person who stalked me for months.

[Rose sighs and begins walking to sit in frame.]

R: They… Made my sister into one, it uh… I don't actually fully know if she's even… There anymore

[Rose's legs seemingly move, as she tries to pull something out of her pocket.]

?: You had a sister? They never mentioned that in your files. They must have deleted her off of their databases entirely. I’m sorry for your loss.

R: I don't… Fully think she's dead, I have some hope?

?: That’s good. Hope is the fuel that keeps us burning. It’s how I survived for so long down there. I only ever planned to be gone for a week at most, but I had no idea how big those tunnels were. I had no idea those… things existed. We have no record of any of Showfall’s experiments. And yet they’re essentially our only clients.

?: But I don’t think it matters anymore, now that I know. I’ll try and see if I can un-fuck the watcher program, show them my findings, but… I think it’s over. Showfall has so much more power than I ever realized. Even if we wanted to completely raid the premises, we would stand no chance against those things.

?: It’s only a matter of time before Showfall takes over the Watcher Program. We have held our technology over their head for too long

R: Great… MORE shit to worry about.

?: It won’t be the first time they’ve done this, you know. Showfall has some dark history. Their money is dirty, worse than ours even. We always knew Showfall was ahead of us technologically, but I had no idea they were doing this.

[Rose sighs again.]

R: Wanna know something?

?: Sure, hit me.

R: When I escaped. I had a whole plant on my back. These fuckers did not catch me.

?: Like, a regular potted plant?

R: No. A potted plant in a backpack. They might have been busy with other rebels but like… Dude.

?: That is a rather impressive oversight.

[Rose looks over to her phone, finally noticing the camera.]

?: Has that been recording me?

R: Showfall tech. I hate you SO MUCH.

[End transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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sittin here thinking about a certain person trying to earn back into the intel when they were apparently told i was right.

god

this would have been so avoidable if people were honest. Honest about what they know, say. Flipped like a switch and tried to flop the dialogue an opposite way with an opposite lie. A shortlist of the history from market testing, confessions, finales, both before and that there were omissions, pilot scripts and more--just to list the major, not things like accurate casting leaks--and who arrogantly argued only to be wrong: people with far better contacts than that person, people with far better contacts than 2p0, and they still completely missed it the whole way through.

"That all happened?" yeah sweetcheeks. while you and 2p0 run rumor mills or don't know how to trade dms with professionals to not be shut out, there's been an actual trail of actual leaks accurate vs clods arguing against them the whole way until they wipe out bc they can't figure out basic business, who knows what, or how to not sound like a desperate fan.

but people read what they want, not what's actually being said, and even more rarely do they care much less know how to look into what's actually being done.

youtube

i think 2p0 knows. to them this isn't about being honest or right, it's about maintaining their relevance while seeing the train headlight bearing down on them all in the tunnel. But those of us who care, and know, well. sorry buddy. like. lmao, you just look sad

if yall weren't so obsessed with attention seeking online, maybe you could get shit done and be confident too

hey pat

i guess you could call this

a battle for dean's soul ;)

anyway idk man i keep asking if you wanna put down another 5K again since you didn't learn last time but weirdly, it's like you don't want to declare a clear concept of where the show is going, or risk that 5K against my very clear statements throughout, which I would gladly re-state top to bottom to initiate the bet if you did the same.

but you know

you aint gonna

you just talk, bitch. all you ever were. even today you changed your fucking tune, you can't keep a solid note

youtube

jensen is not your plaything. and you about to learn that real quick

all these motherfuckin cowards running their mouths online but not willing to make that bet because they goddamn know they're just anti trolls hated by the entire crew, everything else is theater. fuckers are only salty bc they DONT know how to have a real impact. In media. in life. it's a deep seeded attention seeking there and it'll never fix 2p0 or kelios or any of them.

i repeat, you all got headshot to the cast 2017, everything since then has you been digging your own holes so it's impressive that you're still doubling down right now even when you hear the train horn and see the headlights

oh am i hurting your precious ego? Are your buddies starting to recognize you're a pissant coward ducking a bet, or figured out why yet? Or are they all so emotionally fragile they're leaning on your shattered glass castle

i'm sure if you scrap at a few more paid M&Gs and articles tho you'll suddenly figure it out right for once, bc that's worked so well for you in the past. this time it's different, right? That's what you tell yourselves to not delete your accounts at this point, right?

admit it, you're all not even here for the show, just for making highschool drama.

you've still refused to let yourself see what's happening and it's honestly embarassing at this point. you can heckle from your idiot M&G fancorner all you want onto the internet, but you know it

you

lolj (called out even by jensen recently that they were too stupid to get)

Kelios

Vinnie

anyone in your orbit including anyone stupid enough to onboard your auction list you burned 5k on that could be found or traced

congrats you're cursed marked troublemakers that sent jensen down the spite shipping hole even before the confession authentically broke him. hope your attention seeking was worth it.

is your only mission to instill disturbance here to make everyone as miserable as you are? Cuz if not. Bet or delete, bro. Put your money where your mouth is or shut the fuck up. permanently.

#Youtube #it's time for a new empire #go bury your demons #then tear down the ceiling #well #kid #what you gonna do now

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No matter how many times he’s tried..... Falling to his knees in the astral plane, after watching his pokémon fail again and again. Falling to all manner of pokémon, and especially the gods. Waking up in Felix’s bed, mind strained while the body rested.

About how long had it been...? 10 days. One wrong move and he’d been yelled at, berated by Felix. It was a side he’d never seen before, save for what was going on in Jubilife...directed at him for the first time. You can’t. make it. better. You’ll never be happy, nothing is going to be good enough for you. If you want to fight Arceus so bad, Do it! You haven’t worked hard enough. You are going to train, until your pokémon are ready. Fun, but grueling. Suppose he’s finally tired of feeling like a god’s plaything. (Was this what it felt like, from the other end? To be suddenly put under, by someone you knew as nice, as....kind?) Suppose, he’s tired of what he can’t control. That’s Enough. The point was made. Stirring, he needed to wake up first. Breakfast, a gentle rousing....

“You know, my little lovebug. Jubilife isn’t my home. Didn’t you want to see it for yourself? Daresay....this place isn’t really your home, either....Is it, now...?” It never was. Ooh, how it burned in him, how long, and how much they had to stay, especially given the inhabitants. At best, a bad fit. At worst? Ha! A Disaster. Surely he didn’t need to speak such aloud. Plus, there was something...more ‘troubling’ on his mind. “I think it’s about time you and I pack up. Er, so to speak. You’ve seen how safe it was...Out There.” A nod, and mild glance into the eyes. His, that knew the path through the fog like no other. Looking to reassure, and for approval.

“....No, you’re right....” Shaking his head, Why did he feel so safe with him? Something about the Ancient Retreat, drew him in and made him want to stay. Something....about Volo...made him want to stay with him, too. Maybe it was better that they took their play elsewhere- Would the village even understand, if they knew the whole truth? They could run off, get married, pretend the whole thing with Giratina never happened. At least, as far as others were concerned. They barely knew how to love a monster like them, best not to complicate things. Felix didn’t hate them. But, he didn’t trust them, either. That much they both had in common. “I do want to see it.” Right, he’d said that so long ago. Volo’s home...

“I have a feeling that you’ll be much more comfortable there~” Using his fingers to pop a piece of berry into Felix’s mouth, feeding him precious sugar for the day. No more settling in for the night here, he was sick of this place to start with. Furthermore, Felix needed rest, true rest, and this setting was just not the place for it. He was taking him. All for himself, as well. At least, for now. “We can always visit, as I’m sure the guild will continue to have work for me. As well as your Galaxy Team...?”

“No, work is slowing down. I’ve been helping out the townspeople, here and there. I just do what I want these days.” Finishing his food and brushing off his mustache to groom off the little bits, like a satisfied little animal. Standing, and picking his satchel up to fasten it in place. Guess it’s time to go, huh?

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When they had arrived back at the Retreat, the two were greeted, with very mild surprise, by Cogita. A quick stop to chat can’t hurt....she does in fact live fairly nearby, like a dear, sweet neighbor.

“Oh no no, I’m afraid that Felix isn’t a child, after all. Sorry to disappoint, but he’s coming here with me.” Perhaps another sentence of exchange, as his hand snaked below, intertwining with a smaller one. “No, to live with me. I mean together. We are in love.” Might as well make that one crystal clear, best not to make this awkward as well! Enough of that, though.

Once they’d gotten....a little out of sight, the terrain got a little, tricky in traversal. No problem for Volo, but he took it as a perfect excuse to scoop Felix in his arms. “Going up!~” It’s not unmanageable, but perhaps he’s setting the mood a little. The building really was a bit like Cogita’s home, huh? Some essentials strewn about, mostly furniture to keep the place a comfortable fixture. But, nothing temporary laid itself down, the shelves bare, no food laid out. That problem could always be fixed as need be! Heaven knows the both of them were probably carrying plenty to spare. “Well? We’re Home~”

Felix had spared a look around as he set his satchel down, before predictably, settling back into bed. It was still early, he was sore...... and this bed was rather comfy. Not just because it smelled like Volo, that was a bonus. It was elevated off the ground, and outfitted with fluffy bedding and pillows. He’s too tired, much to the amusement of the man who crawled over on his belly, fascinated and giddy with a giggle. “It’s nice. This bed is comfy~” An understatement, truly, as the next step was sleep.

#drabble.#repost.#volo.#felix fae.#volo x felix.#selfshipping.#long post.#good end.#pla spoilers.

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long story short | rhodey & clint

@justlikethenamesays

There were things that he really enjoyed about the shift to this Earth. As much as other things weren't the way they'd been, he was learning to deal with it. It could never be said that Hawkeye couldn't roll with the punches. He'd been doing it for a long time. He was used to having things taken away, from his role being changed by everyone around him despite what he wanted or had to say about it.

Rhodey had quickly become his go to person, hell, his person, really. After a lot of silence from Nat, he'd shrugged off the ache in his chest and kept rolling. He knew better than to sit around because it would only bring disappointment. Packing up Pizza Dog and moving entirely into the tower had been a nearly too easy decision to make.

Strolling into Rhodey's space as he often had over the last months, he flopped down and tipped his head to look at him. "Are you proud of yourself?" The question was teasing, mischief clear on his face as he looked at his friend.

This Earth had been an adjustment, but one of the biggest shocks had been seeing the differences in their friends. At home, Rhodey was an original member of the Avengers alongside Toni and Steve, and they'd only added to their numbers over time. Their team was their family, the people they trusted with anything. He didn't think there was any other way with Toni. These Avengers had been cracked right down the middle, and there were still fracture lines all over them. They weren't a team. They could barely be in the same room together.

He'd known from that first night that Toni wouldn't be able to resist trying to fix them. Rhodey wasn't at the heart of it the way she was--his loyalty was pretty clear, and it was always to her, not to them--but in his own way, he couldn't help trying to smooth edges where he could. He'd noticed right away that Clint frequently got sidelined or outright forgotten, and he couldn't let it stand. On his Earth, Clint was a friend. He couldn't stand to see a friend sad, especially one who didn't typically do sad.

He'd also known it was nothing he could or even wanted to force. His Earth's Clint and Natasha were tight enough that nothing could come between them, and Rhodey wasn't trying to. He just made sure Clint felt welcome in the Tower, whether it was for hoverboard jousting and minor explosions or pizza and Netflix. He was maybe the one person here who felt like a real friend, like he hadn't lost every single person except for Toni. Of course he counted the Brooklyn Boys too, good men in every universe apparently, but they had their hands full with the kids and the rest of the Avengers. With Clint, he could just be Rhodey.

He'd cleared out some rooms for him on his floor and left the silent invitation, knowing he'd take it if and when he was ready and not a second sooner. It was a slow process until it wasn't, and he couldn't really say he was surprised or sorry when he finally snapped. He couldn't help the grin on his face as he flopped down beside him, glad for the company. "In general, yeah." It faded slowly, and he reached out to give his shoulder a light squeeze. "I'm sorry about the way it went down though."

He liked Toni. He liked the way she collected people without ever making them feel like they were playthings. Every time he looked around at the collection in the tower, he couldn't help but think she collected broken things that no one else wanted to fix. And yet, every one was a labor of love that he knew she'd deny, but it didn't stop the soft fondness on her face, the hair tussles, the pet names (for the love of god, the pet names), the incessant shopping or upgrades. It was a family, as strangely cobbled together as it was.

He liked it.

Now, Clint wasn't stupid, he was far from it. He saw everything, and it was what got him his name. He'd recognized the silent invitation for what it was, and if he'd slowly just... left things, well, it was unavoidable in a place he was comfortable and spent so much time. He liked his time with Rhodey, when he got to be Clint, just Clint, with no weight or history or hard choices attached.

The grin let him know he was as welcome as always, and he understood when it faded. "Don't be," he shrugged gently, reaching up to curl his hand around his forearm to squeeze it gently in reassurance. "It's been coming and we both know it."

Rhodey had always known that Toni's heart was bigger than her brain, and for her, that was saying something. He was glad to see her finding her people here too. Maybe not exactly the same as the one's they'd left behind because that was impossible, but people they loved and trusted and who maybe needed them just as much. His support was quieter and less extravagant, but it was there for all of them, kids, bots, and Avengers alike.

"Helps when you can see it coming," he agreed with a small nod. Clint saw everything, even when it wasn't pretty. It grated on Rhodey that his skills were constantly undervalued just because they came with the goofy, irreverent personality. But being able to see it didn't mean it didn't hurt. He wouldn't linger on the subject if he didn't want to, but he let the silence stand in case he did. People had different ways of dealing with their feelings.

Now, most people would think he'd gravitate towards Toni, that loud personality, the showmanship of it all. In reality, it put an itch between his shoulder blades. If you knew what you were looking at, and smart people did, but most people just weren't that smart, a person would know that Stark's heart was just... out there. He couldn't say unprotected, because Rhodey was one helluva dragon guarding those gates, but still.

The corner of his lips lifted in a wry smirk, "I see everything, Rhodey. Just this once, I kinda wish I was blind." The admission was a hard one to make, but at least then he could be mad about it all. Anger was so much easier than hurt, he thought. He knew the silence was Rhodey's way of an out, but it felt like a copout to him. "I think it's just made worse knowing that I"m at the bottom of her list, if I'm on it at all."

Rhodey had spent half his life trying to protect Toni Stark, and he knew he'd spent at least half of that time failing. She didn't know how to love except with her whole heart. The world would be a worse place if she did, but damn if it didn't cause her a lot of suffering. He wished he could do more than just pick up the pieces in the aftermath, but he'd also never be the one who stood in her way. They wouldn't have lasted nearly this long if he tried.

"Yeah, it's not always a blessing." He sighed softly. Seeing the hurt coming for Toni never made it easier to watch when it happened. It wasn't easy now, but Rhodey found some measure of peace in the knowing. There weren't any surprises here, no painful opening of eyes. They'd both known exactly how it would go down if nothing changed. "I wish I could tell you different, man. But not since I've been here. And that's some bullshit." He shook his head. There might be some regret in the observation, but he wouldn't lie. Clint deserved better.

He didn't want to add to the list of Rhodey picking up pieces. He'd always fended for himself, protected himself. Sure, there'd been others off and on, but clearly no one was sticking. Rhodey didn't seem like the type to just disappear on somebody, and anybody who could and would willingly wrangle ANY Stark could handle him. It didn't stop that niggling, nasty voice that sounded suspiciously like his brother in the back of his head.

"It's really not," he agreed, closing his eyes for a moment to shove the hurt into its box where it belonged. Listening to Rhodey, he rolled so he could stare up at the ceiling, his friend in his peripheral vision. "She died, supposedly so I wouldn't, and I don't even know her anymore. What kinda shit is that." It wasn't a question. It was shit she did to MARKS, to MISSIONS. That didn't sit well and he felt more than a little nauseous.

That wasn't the way Rhodey thought of him, even if it was sometimes the way other people characterized him. Yeah, he was a bit of a disaster, and they'd spent a good measure of time patching each other up after some of their dumber exploits, but he'd never gotten the impression Clint couldn't take care of himself. It was nice, actually, not to have to be the most responsible person in the room all the time when he was around. It wasn't a lot of people who got the joking, thrill-seeking side of Rhodey.

He didn't step out on people he cared about either, and somehow Clint had moved swiftly into that category. Given the way she'd treated both him and Toni, she wasn't high on Rhodey's list of favorite people right now. "It doesn't excuse it, but... it doesn't sound like she's dealing with that." Trauma changed people, and it wasn't true that it made them stronger. Sometimes it just broke them into more pieces. He knew it hurt that she wasn't reaching out though, and he could relate to a point. If Toni iced him out that hard, he'd be a wreck.

He knew he was a walking disaster human, most of the time he even reveled in it a little bit. It added to the cover that very few people ever bothered to look behind. It was why he didn't gravitate to Stark, like recognized like and he knew she'd see right through him. Spending time with Rhodey, patching each other up after some of the most fun he ever really had, it was quickly becoming a favorite thing. He couldn't help but think it was good for both of them.

Clint rolled a shoulder in a shrug. "That's the thing about her. She never actually deals with anything. She buries it all, one cover, one mission after another and another and another until she forgets which secrets and hurts are actually hers, I swear." He didn't care if he was outing her, not anymore. He'd watch her back, wouldn't let anything hurt her, but that soul-deep loyalty wasn't hers anymore. She'd lost it over weeks of silence, over the dropped text messages. After everything they'd been through together, this wasn't what he'd expected for them.

There was a lot more to Clint than met the eye. It was just as true here as it was on his Earth. He wondered occasionally what Toni's problem with him was and knew her well enough to know it wasn't because he was messy or drank her coffee. Those were just the things she openly complained about. He was still figuring out the real reason, but he'd get to it eventually. Toni had all kinds of ways of telling him things besides talking, but they did that pretty well too.

He considered that in thoughtful silence for a moment. Rhodey couldn't really give a fuck at this point what Natasha Romanoff did or didn't deal with. It didn't sound like a sustainable way to live though. "She'll have no one to blame but herself when she pushes everyone away." He doubted Yelena would quit on her, but it said a lot that someone as loyal as Clint was walking away. She'd even managed to piss off Captain America, and while Rhodey knew Steve had a temper, it was rarely directed at his team.

He was more than happy to keep drinking Stark's coffee and leave his quiver where she could trip over it, among a multitude of other things. It gave people obvious things to focus on so people didn't go poking where he didn't want them: his soft spots. Of which Rhodey had rapidly become one, a big one, but whatever. He doubted anyone could really blame him for it. Better choice of a soft spot than others he'd made.

Yelena wouldn't quit on her, that much he knew, and a part of him had worried they were holding too tight to each other. He sighed and flopped over again, dramatic and annoying on purpose. "Wouldn't surprise me if that's what she's after," he mumbled, the words muffled where he'd buried his face in annoyance.

The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smile because as long as Clint was being dramatic, Rhodey knew he would be okay. Moving into the Tower was a good sign, in his mind. It hurt, yeah, but it was a step toward saving himself rather than letting Romanoff drag him down with her. He knew from experience that there was no stopping people who wanted to self-destruct. He didn't want Clint to be one of those.

"I don't care what she does, as long as she stops hurting my people." It was blunt, but Rhodey didn't sugarcoat the hard truths. Romanoff wasn't his problem, and he wasn't going to make her his problem. She'd managed to hurt Toni, Clint, and James all in a short span of time, all people he cared about. His fingers stroked lightly through his hair when he flopped over, a reflex move. Once someone was on Rhodey's list for physical affection, he didn't hold back on it. There just weren't a lot of people who got the cuddly side of him.

Stony silence was when people needed to worry about him, and he was long past that point now. He'd been there, for a moment, before he'd really started keeping company with Rhodey and the Tower fam. The reminder that he could have a life without clinging to the remnants of what he'd had had been exactly what he needed. Toni had shot him a knowing look the last time he'd come over before moving in, like she'd put him on a countdown.

He didn't mind the bluntness, he actually preferred it to dancing around, wrapping lies and truths so closely they were nearly imperceptible from one another. The soft brush of fingers through his hair pulled a soft, surprised noise out of him. He couldn't recall the last simple, easy, physical affection he'd been given like that. Shifting, he stayed face down but pressed against the hard, warm line of him and nudged further into his hand gently.

There were times Rhodey was still shaking his head at this absolute wreck of an Avengers team. His Avengers were far from perfect. Having issues with each other was normal, especially with so many strong personalities involved. But this went beyond petty dramas. There was actual trauma and damage here that few of them seemed to want to acknowledge. He knew Steve could see it, and he also knew the Captain couldn't single-handedly fix what he'd helped break.

Rhodey would have made a terrible spy. He was too straightforward to ever pretend to be something he wasn't. But that was fine. He'd always been a soldier, and he was good with that. He knew who he was. That reaction said just about everything about where Clint was at mentally right now, and it just made him more pissed at Romanoff. His hand slid deeper into his hair, scratching gently against his scalp as he shifted closer. He was always welcome in his space. He was used to Toni flopping/draping/curling herself around him at any opportunity.

The truth about Clint Barton was simple: for a spy, he really was shitty at hiding how he really felt. Happy days, bad days, annoyance, delight, he wore it all plain as day. He'd learned how to use that, to channel it the right way to keep him kind of out of trouble in the field. But, it was also why, so often, he worked from a distance and not up close and personal. It helped when that was the only skill set of his people actually needed.

When his hand slid deeper into his hair, he became a boneless puddle pressed against Rhodey's thigh. If he could get pets like this more often, he'd be content to act like a demanding housecat, honestly. He had a habit of being exceedingly careful with other people's space and he was already trying to brace himself to give it back to him.

He couldn't help a soft chuckle at the way he melted against him. "Man, if I'd known this was the way to get you to relax, I would have started weeks ago." Clint wasn't anywhere close to the most high-strung person on the team, but it hadn't exactly been an easy few weeks for him. If he'd known he welcomed the contact, he wouldn't have waited so long. If Rhodey was comfortable enough to let Clint shoot at him, he was comfortable enough for snuggles.

"C'mere. We're all about the cuddles, especially when things are rough." He shifted just that little bit closer, inviting him further into his space if he wanted it. He'd been through enough therapy and VA meetings to know that people needed contact, that they healed quicker when they had physical touch and were able to share their stories. His hand slid slow and steady through his hair.

He didn't mind the laugh, thinking it was a nice thing to hear because he knew it wasn't mean. "Been a long time since someone did it," he admitted, the words muffled where he'd just melted and was entirely unwilling to move from. He didn't think he gave off don't-touch-me-vibes, and he thought he was pretty self-aware, but not giving off those vibes and giving off the vibe that touch was welcome were different. Once he picked a person, he was pretty comfortable with them entirely in his space.

The invitation and the shift that matched it pulled a quiet sound from him, but he shifted to cuddle closer into him. "I think I like that," he murmured, his face finally not smushed into the surface under him. Shifting so he wasn't laying on his hearing aid, he turned it down but not off, where he'd still be able to hear Rhodey but not much else. The ability to choose a quiet world was one he found himself grateful for more often than he'd expected when it had first happened. "Need to teach you sign," he decided, wanting to have someone else in his world he could talk to when words and sound were just too much.

He clenched his jaw, irritated anew at the people who were failing Clint. Rhodey wasn't a perfect person by any means, but his friends were his family, and he did everything he could to take care of his family. He'd known at a glance that their team was a mess, but it was a different thing to see it firsthand with someone he'd come to care about. Anything he said about it wasn't going to come out kind, so he didn't say anything. He wouldn't have tolerated people talking shit about his friends either, even if it was true.

"Me too," he agreed softly, wrapping an arm around him as he cuddled in closer. He kept up a slow path through his hair with the other hand. He was getting used to having more people around for snuggling besides Toni. The Tower was full of bots and kids and friends, and movie nights were a pretty regular thing. "I'm down. I want to know all the ways to talk to you." He'd picked up a little just from hanging around him this much, but it was mostly greetings and swear words because, well, it was them. He'd be glad to learn it properly for him.

He saw that clench and sighed softly, reaching up to tap his forehead gently. He'd known that Rhodey held a depth of care for the people he chose, was pleased to be on that list. He appreciated the silence on the subject, though, because as much as he had no plans to let his loyalty go back where it had been, it didn't stop the care. He brushed his finger lightly over the spot he'd tapped, a silent thank you, before pulling it back down to himself.

Sinking into that hold had him exhaling softly in relief and contentment. He didn't let just anyone cuddle him quite like this, for all that he liked physical contact. It meant letting down his walls in a way he didn't do with just anyone. The fact that he wanted to learn sign only added to the long list of reasons he'd moved into the tower. Talking, his hands moved along in the signs, "I like that. It's nice to be seen."

He let some of the tension ease out of him at the small tap. This wasn't a time to be getting into his feelings when he'd rather focus on Clint's. There was no point in getting worked up over people who obviously didn't give a shit anyway. Talking himself through the logic helped, but the growly, protective feeling in his chest wasn't convinced. He gave him a small smile as his hand settled back into place, a silent reassurance that he was fine.

The only other person on this Earth that Rhodey got this cuddly with was Toni, unless there happened to be a bunch of other people in the snuggle pile. He couldn't help feeling Clint would fit in well with those if he wanted to, especially if he brought Pizza Dog. "Correct me if you need to, okay?" He slowly copied the movements as closely as he could, trying to commit them to memory. He was fluent in a couple languages from overseas tours and could get by in a handful of others. If he started swearing in his mother's native Filipino, he was well and truly pissed. "Is there anything else that would help with that?"

He could handle Rhodey's feelings, wouldn't discourage him having them, but there wasn't any healthy way to channel it, not in this. Any frustration on his behalf just didn't make sense to him, not over this. But then, he'd been friends with Natasha for a long time and was used to the more questionable aspects of it. Returning that small smile was easy as he settled back in.

Clint wasn't so sure on a larger cuddle puddle, but he was sure it was likely due to the kids now in the Tower. Pizza Dog was going to have an absolute field day with all of the attention. Watching the movement, he reached up to show him one of the signs a little slower, reaching over to adjust his fingers into the right shape. "That's good," he murmured. Clint himself could only do Italian with his English and ASL, but he was always trying to learn more. "You're already doing most of it."

The fact that Clint didn't understand the frustration and the anger just fueled it. It made him wonder how long this kind of shit had been going on and just why he felt the need to settle for so little. But he wasn't going to make it worse for him by dragging his feelings and his judgments into it. Rhodey would work it out in his own way, always did. He'd run it off or fight it off or fly it off, and he'd be fine. He wasn't the sort of person to hold onto things like that. He wouldn't forget, but he wouldn't let it eat him up either.

He let him adjust his hands and tried the phrase again slowly. He learned best by doing, and he thought it would be the kind of thing he'd take to. He let his hand fall when they were finished, the other drifting through his hair again. "Most?" He smiled, scratching lightly at his scalp. "I'm an overachiever. What's the rest?" He couldn't promise it was a thing he could fix, but he wanted Clint to be as happy and comfortable as possible here.

Clint had always had a very clear picture in his head of where his value ended, and it had never extended far. It wasn't so much a lack of self-worth, as at odds with it as that may seem. He liked who he was, how he was, but when stacked against the fate of a world, he didn't count for much. Being in a world where there were people who cared about him and not what he could do for them was something of an adjustment.

He smiled broadly in approval when he reattempted the signing, "Much better." It always put something warm in his chest when someone used sign for him, it was a part of why he enjoyed Wade as much as he did. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the soft scratch and he let out a soft hum of happiness. "I haven't thought about most of it in a while, honestly."

As far as Rhodey could tell, that was partially a S.H.I.E.L.D issue, and from what he'd observed it was more or less the same as on his Earth. S.H.I.E.L.D was a government agency, not a team. It recruited people for what they could do. It didn't care about who they were. It was just one of the many problems Toni had always had with it. He knew she'd enjoyed stealing Steve right out from under them when he came out of the ice. He wasn't feeling particularly bad about stealing Clint away from his Avengers. Not when it gave them a home and a family.

He grinned back and signed a thank you, one of the easy phrases he'd picked up just by being around him. "Fair enough. If you think of something, let me know." This part was easy, pets and snuggles. Rhodey didn't often pause to think about how much he missed his world because nothing good came from dwelling on it, but he did. Of course he did. He missed his friends, his team, the easy way they had with each other instead of the constant strain and drama of this team. Clint made him feel almost like he felt at home, even if he'd never actually been this close with his world's Clint.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had given him a place when he hadn't had one, when he'd been adrift in a world and in danger from it. He'd gone from the circus to assassin to spy to Avenger, and it was one helluva ride all the way around. Through all of that, though, he hadn't really considered any of it to be a family... until now. He could see this turning that way, the way people were just being collected and cared for.

Around the Avengers on his Earth, he'd gotten used to having to use his hearing aids all the time, the lack of ASL knowledge shining through. It was nice to have someone who paid enough attention to him that they were learning sign just by being in his company. "If I think of something, you'll know," he agreed, signing with the words. He'd learned a long time ago, it was easiest for people to learn if he did. He paused, debating, but figured since it already wasn't a happy go lucky thing, it was safe to ask. "How are you doing? Really."

"Again, slower?" he requested before he tried repeating that one with his hands as well. Then he repeated the earlier phrase just to help it sink into his memory. He didn't have enough to start making his own sentences yet, but he had to start somewhere. "I might look into a class or something too. It shouldn't all be on you to teach me." It wasn't Clint's responsibility to make sure other people could communicate with him. Putting in the effort seemed like the least he could do.

He'd have brushed off the question from most people, but most people wouldn't have wanted a real answer. He knew that wasn't the case with Clint. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have asked. "I'm rolling with the punches. Always do. But it's been a lot of hits," he admitted, sighing softly. "I miss my home, my team, my job. I miss things being a little easier all around. But there are good things too. Things I wouldn't want to give up if we went back." His fingers ruffled briefly at his hair before continuing their path. Rhodey didn't know what the better option was anymore. Yeah, they missed home, but he didn't want to lose Clint or NotSteve, and he knew Toni was attached to Red and the kids. Either way now, they were losing.

The request had him nodding and repeating it, all signs that he used regularly enough that he wanted Rhodey to be able to recognize them. He gave him a look of approval when the earlier phrase came out even better. "I don't mind teaching you," he assured him. The fact that he wanted to learn at all was more than enough to garner what there was of Clint's patience.

A part of him was prepared to be brushed off, the question treated with nonchalance. It was what he'd gotten used to. He brushed his hand gently, reassuringly, over his arm with a look of understanding. He couldn't say the same thing, unfortunately. "I'm sorry you can't have the best of all of it," he murmured, because if there were anyone in his world who deserved the best of all of it, he figured it was Rhodey. "I don't want to go back." The admission was small, out before he even thought about it, which made it the most true thing he'd said in weeks.

Rhodey was a quick study, and he usually didn't need something more than once or twice before he had it down. He wasn't Toni-level smart, but few people were. He was really good at a few things and decently good at a handful more, and that had always been enough for him. "Why should it all be on you?" he murmured. He thought he could get used to this all too easily, playing with Clint's hair while he was snuggled up.

He couldn't expect people to open up to him without opening up himself. Trust went both ways in relationships, and he trusted him with this. He'd seen the way Steve looked at Toni with sympathy, but aside from her, Clint was the first person to even ask him how he was doing with this. And that was okay. Rhodey was the sort of person you wanted in a crisis, the one people trusted to handle things.

"Nobody gets it that easy." He gave him a small smile, already resigned to the fact that he couldn't. It wasn't special. Most people here were in the same position, and some had it a lot worse than he did. There were exceptions though. He knew Red and the kids didn't want to go back. It made his heart ache a little to hear that from Clint. "I don't want you to have to."

No one could keep up with Stark and be anything less than smart themselves, and that was a simple truth that even Clint would willingly acknowledge. He liked watching Rhodey's brain work for fun, ridiculous things because everyone deserved that. "Because I can at least teach you what's most relevant to you first, plus all the fun stuff," he pointed out with a chuckle. Beyond that, he just like spending time with him, too, so that would always have some appeal.

He couldn't understand why people didn't look to Rhodey more often, but then, when faced with Stark it made sense that most people would focus where they did. The apparent level-headedness and responsibility was a near 180 from Stark, if you weren't really paying attention. He was level headed and responsible, but he was also silly and fun and hurting.

"Maybe not," he agreed, because it was true even if he didn't like that for someone he cared about. The knowledge that he really didn't want to go back to his Earth, to his old life and the way things had been didn't even hurt like it might have once. "We'll just have to make things good for you here," he decided, because it was easier to focus on fixing things for someone else. He was used to his own life being a mess.

"Sounds like a plan." He smiled, having some idea of what Clint considered the fun things. It would give them something to do in their downtime, when the aches and injuries of their daily idiocy left them couch-bound. He had fun just goofing around with him, but a lot of it was training too, looking for ways to sharpen skills that were also entertaining instead of just grueling, although it could be that too.

People did look to Rhodey at home. He was an Air Force Colonel, an original member of the Avengers, and Toni's right hand man, but it was clear that on their Earth, their Rhodey was a lot like Clint, valued more because of what he could do and who he knew than for who he was. He tried not to let it bother him here. He had better things to worry about than petty popularity games. As long as he could keep protecting Toni and their people, the rest was irrelevant.

"Things are good for me here. I've got you, Toni, and my job back," he assured him. Yeah, he missed home, but there were a lot worse places he could have ended up. All he'd ever needed to get by was Toni and the Air Force, and there wasn't really anyone like Clint in his world. Bucky, maybe, and while he was friends with him in this world too, Rhodey knew he had his hands full with Steve and the kids. It probably said a lot that he didn't put Carol on his list of things he needed or even missed. He'd always love her, but he was used to being without her, and he knew the same was true for her.

"Good," he decided, fingers waggling in excitement in a way he didn't often do but was getting more normal. Some days, the ache was nice, grounding even and reminding him that this was real and he was alive. Other days, he didn't want to push it, and those days were becoming favorites because they literally just sat and hung out. Most people only saw their antics as exactly that: antics, but in his mind, training didn't have to be boring and scheduled. They'd seen enough things to know that weird shit was going to happen, so they might as well roll with the weird shit and pre-emptively work at some on their own.

He pouted a little at the reminder of Rhodey's job, but it really didn't bother him. While he was away and busy, he'd already made plans to bounce to Gotham and work out there. It was nice to know that there was another place he was welcomed and wholly appreciated. It wasn't quite the same as with Rhodey, but he had that niggling feeling that nothing would be, and he didn't want it to be. "Okay, better, then," he teased, nudging him gently.

The obvious excitement widened his smile. It was such a small thing to make someone that happy, and he was a little sorry he hadn't asked sooner. Rhodey was a firm believer in hard work, hard play, and the importance of downtime. He put a lot into his job. If he was off, then he wanted to enjoy it, whether that meant high adrenaline hobbies like cliff diving or BASE jumping, or chilling at home with Netflix. Balance was important.

"You have a job too, playing hero in Gotham," he reminded him with a soft chuckle. He was happy that Clint had found a team that appreciated and accepted him, and Oliver seemed like a good person. Bucky and Diana vouched for him, anyway, and Rhodey was pretty inclined to take the word of a demigoddess and a princess. She was basically the Steve Rogers of that group as far as moral code. "We'll work on better for both of us," he agreed with a nod.

He blinked a little at that widened smile, liking the way happiness looked on him. The fact that they could do so many varying things together and be just as content with any of them was really nice. Pizza and movies, or base jumping, it didn't matter. Not having to pick and choose what he did with Rhodey was nice, a comfort all its own that he didn't have to pick and choose what parts of himself to show at any given time.

"Well yeah, but that's almost like fun too," he pointed out with a laugh. "Rooftops and bow and arrows, kinda my whole jam," he snickered lightly, even if it was more than that. He liked Oliver, that deadpan humor and the way he so clearly cared about what he did, but cared more about Felicity. "Alright, alright, yeesh," he grinned at him.

That was the easiest thing about his company, not having to choose just one side of himself to show him. There weren't a lot of people here who had earned that from him, but it was as he'd said: Clint saw everything. He was better at reading people than anyone on his team gave him credit for, and he was right. It was nice to feel seen, especially by someone who wasn't planning to use that knowledge for their own purposes.

"It should be. I'm glad you found your people," he chuckled softly. Rhodey adored his jobs, both as War Machine and with the Air Force. He couldn't imagine ever doing anything else, and there had been some unsettling weeks when he first got here and thought he might have to. Personally, he enjoyed watching Oliver and Clint try to one-up each other with a bow in training. He assumed they kept the competitive streak under wraps in the field. "Is that so hard?"

When Bucky had first broached the subject of him swinging out to Gotham, he hadn't been so sure. He had still been trying to hold hope for the idea that his person would remember he existed. Now, he knew that she wasn't his person at all and he was coming to terms with that. Having Rhodey and now Oliver, he knew what it looked like to have that again. "Yeah, I guess I did." It was nice to have a purpose again, to be sure, and he knew that Rhodey could understand that.

Training time was always entertaining, trick shots and arrow designs and ridiculous contests. Martial Arts bow training versus Circus, there was always something to learn. "Working on better for you? Nope, easiest thing in the world," he gave him his signature grin, lopsided and a little dopey, but sweet in its way.

Rhodey had fully supported Clint checking out Team Arrow from the beginning. If he didn't vibe, he didn't have to stay, but it was worth a look. He could admit he was at least passively curious about the heroes who called themselves the Justice League. The fact that Steve Trevor wasn't a part of it made him wary though. The guy might not have any actual super powers, but neither did Rhodey. He was still made of the same stuff. He was also probably his favorite person he'd met here, after Clint.

As much as he loved that particular smile, it tended to come out when he was being a pain in the ass, and damn if that didn't make him love it more. "You know what I meant." It was a playful growl as he ruffled his hair a little harder, more teasing than soothing now. Rhodey obviously had a thing for difficult people, since he chose the ones who needed their arms twisted just to take care of themselves.

Clint was still getting used to there being a whole team of people that were like the Avengers but decidedly not. For one, they seemed a little more functional, but also not so teamy. They worked together, but it wasn't their standard modus operandi. Getting to know more and more people was eye opening in various ways.

That little growl in his voice made him laugh, swatting lightly at him before drilling his fingers into his sides with a snicker. "Sure I did," he agreed, but it didn't change the response. Rhodey was good at the people he chose to keep close, and Clint couldn't help the little swell of satisfaction knowing he was one of them.

Rhodey hoped they could all learn something from meeting the other teams. Toni had halfway taken charge of the Avengers, but even with Steve's help, they still had a lot of problems. Clint leaving was proof enough of that. Rhodey wasn't about forcing anyone to play nice with each other. He'd train the ones who wanted to be there, and the rest were on their own.

"Troublemaker," he muttered, laughing as he wriggled away from the tickling. His arm looped around his neck, not a proper headlock but in that general direction, as he tickled back. It was a weight off his shoulders just to have someone to mess around and laugh with, a side of himself he wasn't comfortable sharing with most of Not His Avengers. It was no wonder Steve always looked like he was carrying the world on his shoulders.

So far, the thing he'd learned the most from meeting other teams was that... the Avengers weren't one. Toni was trying, and so was Steve, but it was either drama or silence and neither one was exactly healthy. He liked what he had going in Gotham, and it was made better knowing that Rhodey fully supported him in the choices he'd made. Moving into the tower was just the most recent.

"You like me that way," he snickered, not holding back on his attack even as he tried to squirm out of the loop of his arm, laughing. He would always give whoever needed it the space to just laugh, to not be so serious. Steve always looked a little like he imagined Atlas and it always made his shoulders ache in the worst way. The laughter in the space around them filled his chest with warmth and he knew he was going to be more than okay.

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hi laven ! sorry for the lsck of asks, college is so stressing for me,,, i had so much shit this week and the worst thing that couldve happened was my lighter and cigs running out and not being able to buy any.

anyways, so i was scrolling on twt (ykkk httpdaddy👀👀) and something popped up into my mind.

!!! corruption kink , mayb? and some hcs scaramouche, childe, diluc, zhongli and ayato r in this!!

y/n and genshin boys in a? doing a ? whatever, just - bukkake. if you dont know what a bukkake is, its like all the dudes cumming on ur face!! your mouth is open, and your eyes are ready to close - youve never done this, no, but you were still acting like such a slut. looking up at the men all right in front of you stroking their dicks so lovingly at the sight of you on the floor, looking so innocent yet so naughty with how you were clenching your thighs, and how your hand was so close to touching yourself. :((

when they finally cum, your face is absolutely covered in it. white paints your face and some even landed in your mouth. you greedily wanted a taste of it and licked it all up. your hair needed some washing now, though,,

i feel like diluc nd zhongli would b so nice,,calling you pretty petnames and moaning and groaning your name in such a needy way... i am a firm believer of switch zhongli and diluc !!! soft when dom and whiny and obedient when sub :(((

childe? totally in the middle of degrading your slutty, whorey face but also praising you and whining like a bitch. his cock is so big and his balls are so full of cum, and hes also so so pent up !! he wants his ass to be fucked too while he can also get his dick into something. but hes fine wit cumming on ur face !! he'll have something so pretty to look at while fucking <\33 hes the type thay goes " youre my slut, yeah?" "be a good little whore for me,, god u make me feel so good" yk yk

scaramouche and ayatoooooo... mean. so mean. very mean. INCREDIBLY mean. theyre so so so very mean with u :(( but u like it, dont you, little whore? you like it when he makes you seem like youre just- nothing, a simple toy, a plaything. they edge you, they insult you so much for writhing and begging to just have ur ass fucked already, they call you such distateful things and it almost makes u cry (it also turns u on. a lot).

phewww that felt so reliving? relieving?? whatever, nevermind that. so, tell me, what have you been up to laven,?? me? ive been just rlly busy with my studies <\\3 i dont even have time to fantasize ab my genshin boys. i hope youve been having an amazing week !!!

- with love, 🕊

uwahhh same dove, i‘be been super stressed abt studies and uni.. all i ever do is think abt diluc to deal with it. i quit smoking like a year ago? though sometimes i do wanna pick it up again and you know relax, but ugh moNey!! hopefully the upcoming week for us is manageable n filled w tons of delicious thirsts!

recently i’ve been digging thru twt for dark content videos and ugh, is it hard to find. but it’s so yummy when i do find it hehe~

the switch agenda in positions for all of the genshin boys ugh!! so true, they fuck ass and get fucked in the ass!! i similarly would love to see their faces dripping with cum, facials are just oh so cute! (my fav that i wanna see with a face painted in cum is venti, i just… ugh to see it clinging to his eyelashes and with his cute fucking face and teasing voice i can’t- he makes me so turned on.)

#laven_talks #🕊 anon <3 #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #childe smut #childe x reader #ayato smut #scaramouche smut #zhongli smut #diluc smut #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #scaramouche x reader

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can i request another chenle fic? or jeno?

❥ jeno ; playing with fire.

pairing: dom!jeno × fem!reader

type: smut, short fic

description: when you choose haechan as the most attractive student in college - despite you and jeno's well known "friendship" - the young man finds a way to teach you who you belong to: and he employs a special toy to help put.

warnings: dom!sub, sub!reader, dildo!play, fem!oral, jeno is very mean + gets rough, pun!shment, reader does a lot of begging, crying w/ the pleasure + intensity, light!bondage, slight use of honourifics, jeno is a bit of a sad!st

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i hopee this is okay🥺

The cool plastic slid between your walls, thick arousal coating it's long, rounded shape. Knelt beside you, holding one leg over his shoulder, while the other was sprawled across the armrest, Jeno slowly controlled the dildo's movements. You looked pretty, clenching around the object you desperately imagined was his cock.

"Look at me," he purred, "don't misbehave, sweetheart."

Meeting his sparkling gaze, your cheeks flushed with embarrassed warmth. You knew how pathetic you looked, features melting into unintelligible expressions, lewd sounds spilling past your fallen lips. You couldn't help it. He was magic.

"Please…" you whimpered, weakly, "I need you…"

"Awh, is it getting too much, baby?" Jeno cooed, sarcastically, "do you want my cock to finish you off?"

You managed a trembling nod, and the young man let out a sadistic laugh.

"Too bad," his eyes narrowed, "did you think you'd get away with it?"

Slamming the dildo into your soaked pussy, he forced you to cry out his name.

"J-Jeno, I'm sorry-"

"Ah…" he sighed, impatiently, "that's just not enough."

A second thrust of the toy, so abrupt your spine curled from the chair, caused fumbling, incoherent sounds of apology to fill the room. Your nails scratched at the rope binding your wrists, arms twisting behind your back for fear he'd once again leave you unfinished.

"Is it fun?" Jeno sneered, "embarrassing me like that?"

"I-I didn't mean to-"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" his low growl spat with anger.

"No sir-" you croaked, writhing with the pressure driving through your aching core.

"So why do it?" Jeno spat, "why choose him? Why make me look like a fucking idiot?"

His arms flexed, as he pounded the dildo through tightened walls, forcing your guts to take the sheer intensity of his frustration. You were crumbling, completely at his mercy, unable to find the words to beg for forgiveness. So badly you wanted him, needed him to fill you out better than any toy ever could. His venomous eyes, shining with lust, reduced you to tears of crazed arousal. He was mean. Just how you liked it.

"I wanted to make you jealous," you choked out, "you'd been ignoring me all week, I…"

Breaking off to suck in a shaky gasp of air, you let your pupils roll back - overwhelmed and searing with desire.

"There we go," Jeno suddenly breathed, "you were just needy, hm?"

It was like whiplash - his demeanor changed to fast. With a smirk, he watched you struggle to respond, the toy beginning to pump a little slower.

"I know I've been neglecting you," Jeno hushed, "I've been busy - there were some things I had to take care of."

You gave a tight nod: silent.

"Shall I make it up to you?" he continued, chuckling, "if you're a good girl, maybe I can forget about this little mess."

Oh, God, yes.

"Please, Jeno, I need you," you strained, "I promise I'll be good…"

Tutting, he gradually removed each inch of the glistening dildo.

"You don't get to be fucked just yet," he gave a deep warning, "sluts like you need to be taught who they belong to."

Pussy finally free from the toy, Jeno eyed up it's dripping wet decoration with a satisfied grin. To him, the sight was glorious. To you, a reminder that you're nothing but his plaything. And you were ready to let him use you.

"I bet you'd cum with just a touch," Jeno hummed, moving to center himself closer between your thighs - both of which now held over the cushioned arms. You were open, vulnerable before him, and your heart was energetic with excitement. Finally. He was going to give you what you wanted. What you yearned for. As his fingers reached to twist between your folds, you threw your head back in blissed anticipation.

"Eyes on me," Jeno demanded, "I want you to look at me while you cum."

Obedient, you forced yourself to hold his gaze, breath hitching as his tongue breached your pussy's taut opening. He wrapped around your clit easily, having been their countless times before, and immediately your chest grew with the sharp pleasure. It felt incredible. The way he drew messy shapes into the bud, lapping up your slick with a sparkle in his eye that drove you insane; the way his hands gripped tight to your thighs, sure to leave bruises; he way he'd curl your hips off the chair, burying his mouth in your pussy, and letting the angle burn through your sensitive core. Jeno was an expert. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

The eye contact, deep and intimate, was pushing you to the edge, daring you to cum as fast as he'd teased. Your stomach was twisting, core built up with pulsating knots, ready and willing to let yourself come undone. The dildo's rough assault had made you extra sensitive, and a powerful orgasm was already looming above you. Your thighs began to twitch, struggling to remain in their stretched position as Jeno's lips attached sloppily to your throbbing clit. He was pushing into it, cheeks hollowing to consume the clump of nerves in a pressurized container - and you cried out, voice hoarse.

"I-I'm cumming!"

Jeno probed your tense muscle, with a quiet groan.

"Same my name," he mumbled, harshly, "say my name while you cum."

Quick words. And then his tongue was launching a feverish attack on your swollen clit. You were so close, so very, very close. He drank up your pussy like juice: biting, sucking and licking you towards release. As soon as you felt the knots in your core ruthlessly expanding, his name gathered in your throat, preparing to obey his demand. Goosebumps ran through your skin, core rapidly contracting, and suddenly it hit you like a tsunami. That army of endorphins, that breath-catching euphoria, that warm, golden orgasm taking over every inch of your being. With it, the man's name sounded between your cheeks, chanting the syllables like summoning a devil. Jeno pinned down your convulsing thighs, mercilessly eating you through to the end. He wanted each second to count, adoring the way you whimpered and whined his name, unable to make any other noise. Your eyes were drooping, face falling apart as you held onto those last few morsels of pleasure.

Finally, as you weakly fell back into the chair, jerking and tingling from the dizzying aftermath, Jeno rose to his feet. His smirking lips shone with your cum, gazing down at the masterpiece of a mess he'd reduced you too.

"Who do you belong to, hm?" he mused, "me, or Haechan?"

Through tired eyes, you looked up.

"Always you," you whispered.

#jeno smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #nct dream jeno smut #nct smut #nct jeno smut #jeno imagine #nct dream imagine #lee jeno imagine

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ac3id · 4 years

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Plaything | 18+

plaything 0/ ?? | part 1

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 0: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation.

summary: by luck, you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt, and powerful brats who just seem to hate you, and among them, a certain red-eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 0: you reject bakugou’s proposal to fuck in the dirty boys' washroom so he teaches you a lesson.

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wordcount. 2k+

a/n: hello !! so this is like a little introduction to my yandere! bully! bakugou series fic. there’s also going to a lot of other bnha character mentions but the main pairing will be w/ baku n reader. enjoy!

“bakugou, i don’t want to do this,” your voice is weak as you bite on your lower lip, trying to stop sinful moans from leaking out of your mouth. bakugo has you bent over the cold and wet sink counter, your chest pressed against the dirty marble while your skirt is flipped over your displaying your bare, perky round ass to his stalking eyes. “who are you calling bakugo?” he spanks your ass with force, making you lose your footing as your head bumps lightly against the mirror.

“sorry, master,” you answer barely above a whisper but it’s loud enough in the empty washroom for him to hear yet he makes you repeat yourself,

“what was that, brat? i couldn’t fucking hear you.” he spanks you again, his heavy hand coming in contact with your soft ass with ferocity sending you flying off your feet.

“i am sorry, master!” you exclaim a little loudly, hoping it would satisfy him. and it does. he scoffs crudely, ghosting his fingers over your pussy lips before dipping his large fingers between them and petting your dry hole. he plays with your cunt, stroking his fingers lovingly over your little pearl, gathering wetness as he slips one finger into your hole. pumping them in and out at a slow pace. he takes his time, building up your orgasm while laughing wickedly as you try to hold in your moans. his fingers inside your cunt increase their pace as your juices start dripping down to your thighs,

“you said you don’t want this?” while his right hand destroys your cunt, his other hand wraps around your small neck. grasping it lightly, making it harder for you to breathe. “why are you dripping everywhere like a slut? hm?”

he had pulled you aside from regular classes, declaring them boring as fuck and that he wanted to do something much better like; fucking you in the boys' washroom. you denied, you told him no. you wanted to attend the lesson and besides skipping with him wouldn’t be any good to you. he was not kind to you, he was a meanie. he still insisted; telling you it’s fine, he knows the material. he can just tutor you later. no harm done, see? see?

if there was anything you hated more than being stuck in the prestigious u.a. high where everyone seemed to be out for your blood was spending time with bakugo katsuki. and being with him alone was another nightmare. he hated you. you didn’t know why, he’d never say why. you just assumed it was because of that one time you accidentally spilled coffee on him or maybe it was just because you breathed. honestly, both seemed favorable in this situation.

after many failed attempts of convincing you to come with him, he gets fed up. he pulls out his phone and shoves it into your face. his screen displays pictures of you which he had taken before and the ones which you had sent him. they are all lewd shots. pictures of you sucking him off while looking into the camera with glassy eyes illuminated the screen and as you swiped right it changed to another with the same background, lighting, and angle but the only difference being that your face was now covered with his seed while you posed for the camera with an innocent smile.

a look deeper into his gallery and you find your nudes which bakugo had forced you to take. it was necessary for you to be naked with your tits and ass being visible, he also wanted to see your face and would never settle for anything else. he never settles for anything without your face in it, makes you take those shots again and again until he’s satisfied with the results. he saves them, all of them. even the ‘bad ones' have been screenshotted and saved onto his phone for his personal use. he never tells what he uses them for but you don’t need to hear it from him. you already know he’s jerking off to each one of them every night before he goes to sleep.

it’s funny, anyone could take a look at those pictures and find out they are not photos exchanged between lovers. your expressions- no matter how hard you try, you always end up looking like you want to cry. there’s fear in your eyes and it just doesn’t feel authentic. it looks forced. like someone had put a gun to your head while you sat and took them. and well, that’s not a far-fetched idea.

he promises these are for his eyes only, “no one else gets to you like this. you are mine.” his words exactly but when his friends also start staring at you with lust-ridden eyes, you can’t help but question his words.

he blackmails you into coming with him. threatening he’d leak those pictures all around the school if you didn’t come with him as if he hadn’t already. as if your compromising photos weren’t already saved in all of your classmates’ phones anyway. bakugo should give himself a pat on the back, he’s such a great actor!

“for someone who doesn’t want this,” his demeaning, rude voice pulls you back from the dreamland you were trying to escape to. he forces you nearer to your edge, tiny whimpers leave your lips accompanied with loud moans as his fingers brush deliciously against your sweet spot. your precious cunt greedily pulls him in deeper and deeper, inviting him graciously into your womb but unfortunately, his fingers aren’t that long. but you know what is?

“you sure are dripping like a whore.” with every whimper which leaves your supple lips, bakugo feels himself get harder. his pants tighten as a bulge starts straining against his expensive, pleated bottoms. the hand prettily choking your neck detaches itself leaving you inhaling puffs of air as he works his pants off his hips. as you hear the rattling of his belt coming undone, a loud cry enough to draw attention from others outside of the room leaves your throat.

it catches bakugo off guard but nonetheless helps him get even harder, he likes to make you cry and get off to it. “why are you crying, bitch? it’s not doing you any favors here.” his fingers rub against your swollen, little pearl while lining up his fat cock to your blinking hole. “please, bakugo, don’t. i will do anything, anything else. just not this, i’ve never done this before.” you sound pathetic. your voice breaking with every word you utter. big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you ugly cried. bakugo almost feels sorry.

but in all honesty, he really couldn't care less about you. all your whining and crying only incite him further as ruthless ideas to break you down flood his mind. the kindest so far being him taking you right here and now but, but a sudden flash of seeing you utterly broken and in misery flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t let go of it. he wanted to see you tremble much more than you were right now. he wanted to see you cry much more than you were crying right now. Maybe he did hate you, he always pushed you around like you were his little pet of some sort to prove a point- that he is better than you. he is superior, you must respect him. you should kiss the ground he walks on, you should let yourself be his little plaything. then maybe, he’ll let you loose? who knows, he might just get even more obsessed.

as he watches you cry beneath him, your pathetic whimpers reverberating off the marble walls, a wicked idea pops into his head. he pulls his dick away from your exposed hole instead, replacing it with his fingers like before. “fine, brat.” his voice is softer, it surprises you. was he not going to rape you after all? “just because you said anything.” there it is again, the edge in his voice that makes you regret what you said. now, you know he has something worse planned for you. but it’s too late, you can’t go against your word now. you said anything, get ready to do anything. “stop squirming, i’m trying to make you cum. god knows whether you can even do that for yourself.” you most definitely can.

"a bitch like you needs someone to do everything for her.” again, you are probably the most independent student in the whole school,

“am I right, princess?” you are so wrong. “yes, master.”

no matter how crude and humiliating his words were and how much you hated his voice, you still found yourself clenching around his fingers almost ripping them off. your cunt squeezed his digits tightly as the coil building in your stomach tightened. moans of his name echoed all over the room as you felt yourself come closer. bakugo was taking his time playing with you, drawing you out making your release painfully slow as a form of revenge. you begged for him to play with your little clit so you could achieve ecstasy but he was too petty. after minutes of agonizing you to the point, there were tears streaming down your face and drool escaping your lips, falling onto the wet counter. he finally decided to flick his finger against your hardened bud. rubbing tight circles, he played with it aimlessly until he felt the gush of wetness around his fingers and the high-pitched scream which left your mouth as you came. his other hand pumped his still-hard cock. he was still pissed that he wouldn’t be able to cum inside you but it was fine for now. he had something much brutal set up in his mind for his plaything, he was aware that what he was planning might completely destroy but he figured it was worth it. much better to have a mindless slave who lives to fulfill her master’s wishes anyway.

he lets go of you, backing away with his hard cock still out and aching for relief. the huge head blushed red and leaking with pre, too bad he won’t get to finish inside of you yet. you quickly walk away from him, bending forward to search for your discarded panties. bakugo grunts at the sight of your wet pussy presenting itself to him, riling him up even more than he already was. He wastes no time pumping his cock at the sight of your exposed bottom, gasp and groans of pleasure escaping his lips,

“oi, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, catching you sliding your panties on your legs. you turn around to face him, face burning when you are met with him stroking his cock at your movements. your eyes almost can’t leave the sight of his leaking cock, hard and begging to be played with and as much as you to admit it; it lights a fire inside you.

“stop fucking staring, you’re making it worse,” he growls and you immediately turn your eyes to his face. he smirks, “what? do you want it now? too bad, it’s too late,” he taunts. his eyes trail your body, eyebrows furrowing when he looks down your legs. “who told you to wear them,” he points at your panties between your legs. you give him a confused look, “you’re not allowed to put them on. give them to me,” he commands and panic crosses your eyes. you hesitate for a moment, debating whether you should listen to him or not. his fists clench as he glares at you, sending shivers down your spine, “what are looking at! give!” he speaks louder this time in a demanding tone as if he was scolding a little child who had picked up something from his office. your fingers tremble as you reach out to give the pink fabric to him, “leave.” what? you look at him in confusion. your big, doe eyes racking fear and anxiety. you wait for him to laugh or make a sarcastic remark about how gullible you are but it never comes. instead, he wraps your cotton panties around his cock, right in front of you, and begins jerking himself off. you are disgusted and petrified by his shameless actions, “what are you standing here for? leave. remember you said anything?” yeah, so you did. and you regret it already.

your legs tremble as you walk towards the door, pushing it open and peaking your head to check for people in the hallway. once you find it empty you walk out to the outside before sparing one last glance inside the dirty washroom. you hope for bakugo to call out to you, call you back but all you see is him cumming thick ropes into your panties while his eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy. yeah, you weren’t getting those back.

with shame and defeat written all over your face, you make your back to your classroom. your face is heated with embarrassment and humiliation as you remember you are walking around practically naked just an accident away from flashing yourself to anyone who cares to see. for the better half of the day, you walk around tugging your skirt as low as it can get. you don’t see bakugo for the rest of the day as he leaves you alone but when you do catch his eyes for a second or two, the wicked grin stretching over his features is hard to miss. He knows exactly what he is doing.

just as the day is about to end, he walks behind you squeezing your bare ass from under your skirt managing a surprised shriek from you when you feel his warm palms caress your ass pervertedly, “cute.” he whispers in your ear before turning you around and pinning you the wall. his fingers slide up your thighs moving closer to your cunt. warm digits graze over your slit earning a gasp from you, “come over, I will tutor you on the subjects you missed.” he kisses your neck, “come just like this.” he spanks your ass lightly before he leaves you be. his words are absolute and you know better than to disobey him, all of this was happening because you disobeyed him. you gather your things and walk up to his dorm room dressed just as you were before: in your school shirt, blazer, skirt, and no panties just as he wants it. when you arrive in his room you are met with his entire friend group sitting there with their books and pencils out. kaminari, kirishima and sero are not as surprised to see you as you are to see them. they greet you with happy faces which you return with a light smile.

“hey,” bakugo says with a smirk, guiding you to sit between sero and kirishima. between them the two humongous men, you feel like a child. with kirishima being tall and muscular and Sero being tall, lean and surprisingly packing a few too, makes you feel like a dwarf. you feel small and tiny in their presence and they very much notice it, sending knowing looks to one another while bakugo tries to tutor you. you know something’s up.

not a lot of studying takes place as kirishima grows impatient and slides his hand under your skirt and settles it over your cunt, rubbing his fingers on your pussy lips, occasionally pressing them on your clit. sero flips your skirt displaying your naked cunt to peering eyes. kaminari whistles, “wow, she really wasn’t wearing anything the entire day,” he comments. with one hand, Kirishima captures your wrists behind your back and pushes you on his lap. sero holds your legs to prevent you from squirming around like a dead fish, trying to break free. “so who goes first?” kaminari asks, walking over to you and crouching at your level. kirishima holds tightly with him seated on bakugo’s bed, kaminari flashes you a charming smile before his fingers run to unbutton your t-shirt, pulling your tits out of your bra. he tugs on one of your nipples while kishima’s large digits tugs on another.

“obviously me, dumbass.” bakugo barks coming closer to you. tears prick at your eyes as you beg him to stop, you tell him you’re sorry and that you will never disobey him ever again but he’s too far gone. the other men in the room might feel a little shitty about what they were going to do but there is no remorse in bakugo’s eyes. he looks at you like a predator looks at his prey, stalking about to pounce at any given second, “shut up, whore. you asked for this.” tears break loose as kirishima starts spreading your legs on command. wandering fingers rubbing at your pussy, trying to get you ready are forced to stop as bakugo declares that it must hurt for you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you know you should have never said no to me right? be grateful for what’s being given to you, you’re our little plaything. a cute, little slut. you don’t get to say no,” his rough fingers grab at your jaw, prying it open as he spits in your mouth. “now just shut up and take our cocks, okay?” you cry out yes but he’s not satisfied. His hand strikes against your face, your cheek stings with burning hot pain as more tears leak out of your eyes. grabbing your face harshly, he lifts it up so you’re facing him, “okay?” he repeats. you calm your breath before answering him, fear and anxiety fucking you up in dread for what’s to come.

“yes, master,” you say in the most submissive voice you make out.

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