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wandasfifthwife · 2 months

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༺ needing me

paring: CEO!Wanda x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, Wanda calls her strap her “dick,” dom!Wanda, sub!reader, use of the term “mommy,” reader gets jealous of the attention Wanda’s giving the new neighbor, fingering (r receiving), (magic) strap in v (r receiving), Wanda spanks you, needy/bratty!reader, Wanda puts you in your place 🤭

a/n: not proofread, I’m exhausted. sorry if it’s shitty yall’ss. enjoy

People come and go. Some are for a season, some for a long time. The woman who sat across from you and Wanda, you hope she’s going soon. It wasn’t like this in the beginning, so what also changes is feelings. You would have never called this woman a bitch when you first went with Wanda to say hello for the first time.

It was pleasant meeting her. Thanking her for the kind gift and inviting her over sometime— as casual neighbors. Then one dinner had turned to two. Then two had turned into three. Then you had begun to mumble curses under your breath when Wanda told you from the living room that Lorre was hoping to join you two for dinner. Again.

“This is the fifth time,” you had snapped, too irritated by her taking so much time and by Wanda allowing her too.

“Yes. It’s quite nice to have friends in the neighborhood.”

“She’s a little too friendly.”

Wanda had entered into the kitchen just then, a frown now on her face at your attitude., “why do you say that? I think she’s been lovely.”

You roll your eyes, “she’s the closest thing to a bitch if there ever was one.”

A neutral expression takes over where her frown was as she realizes. Only a quiet hum escaping her as she leaves to go open the door when Lorre began to knock. Her reaction was enough to send you spiraling, desperate to push her over the edge.

You had greeted her reluctantly, placing the silverware and food onto the table for the three of you. Lorre made herself comfortable in the living room, Wanda making conversation with her while they waited for you to come and get them.

Your distaste and attitude was apparent when she took a seat near you, Wanda being on the opposite side. It was fine, you answered when she asked and kept a low profile for the first thirty minutes. It grew when you felt like you were pushed to the back, no longer reviving Wanda’s affection.

“I remember last time you mentioned being interested in non-for-profit work, I know someone who would be—“

You cut Lorre off, deciding to speak on Wanda’s behalf, “that’s okay.”

“Oh I insist, they’re a grand writer and they—“

“And I don’t think Wanda would be cut out for that. She has enough as is.”

Wanda had reached over the table then, putting her hand on yours, drawing your attention to her.

“I apologize for her. Before I forget, I’m going to return your plates! Thank you so much for letting us borrow them.”

Wanda had pulled you behind her, not caring if you were embarrassed by the action, or how you stumbled. She brought you to the kitchen, letting the swing door close behind you before she turned you around and into the counter.

“So desperate for my attention you have to ruin a good night?”

You gasp when her hand burns the skin on your lower thighs, the feeling rubbing your ego so well it has you pressing back against her.

“Need you.”

“I know.”

You feel her smile grow into the kiss she was placing on your neck when you whine after a particularly rough slap. She laughs, “so needy.”

You’re left on the counter with nothing when she moves beside you to grab the plants Lorre had gifted you with a homemade baked good a week ago. You reach to grasp onto her and pull her back into you, but the way her expression sets has you scrambling back.

“I want you to be polite to Lorre the rest of the night unless you want to go to bed knowing you won’t come until I decide.”

You say nothing, not wishing to push yourself any further at the moment. She was fully capable of sweet talking Lorre out of your house, explaining how nice it was to see her again and how something came up with word but when in reality it was you she was busy dealing with.

The rest of the night went as expected. Wanda listening to Lorre rant about the same things she always does while you sat in silence contemplating what would happen when she left. When you stopped looking at the clock in the corner of the room, the time went by faster and Lorre was finally ending her conversation and heading back to her house beside yours.

You didn’t care to walk her out, preferring to lay back on the couch while you waited for them to exchange final pleasantries. Wanda had shut the front door and it felt every cool breeze went with it.

“Want to tell me why instead of explaining and using your words, you thought being a brat to and in front of another would be more appropriate?”

“I wanted your attention.”

She pulls your legs to wrap around hers, “do you feel better after mouthing off to mommy? Needed to be mean to get what you wanted instead of being a mature adult?”

You pull at the front of shirt, begging for her to take the initiative and kiss you but she leans away.

“Until you learn you need to ask what you want and that you’re mine— I’m not touching you.”

“I just think, maybe you should pay more attention to me- oh.”

She pushes under your waistband, drawing a finger over where you need most. You pull her onto you, begging her to touch you.

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous,” she mumbles before kissing you. Your arms come around to fully embrace her, trying to hold her as close as possible.

“Please,” you breathe against her lips between each bruising kiss, “please touch me.”

She loves the sweet sounds you make when she finally presses a finger into you. The way your legs tremble around her waist, either holding her tighter against you to loosening and trying to make purchase on the couch arms beside you.

“You fall apart so beautifully. I just wish you wouldn’t be so rude to other’s because they’re taking mommy’s attention away from you.”

“I’m sorry,” you cry, tone breathy and shaky.

She questions you, adding another and angling it to watch you squirm. Each trust wears at your attitude more, chipping at it until you’re an empty shell of what you were before. Hands gripping wherever you can, little soft cries coming from you as you’re sensitive from not feeling her touch after two weeks.

It’s enough, and she’s pulling back to switch your positions. She pulls you onto her lap, asking you to remove her pants. Your hands fumble with her belt, your face leaning close to hers to whisper in her ear.

“Need you to be rough,” she stares into your glossy eyes, eyebrows raised at your request, “please.”

She grins at you, “need mommy to be rough with you? Want to feel how good I can make you feel?”

You whimper at her words, moving to kiss her and moaning when she bites your lip. She loves easing up on you when she recognizes the days when your eyes and put-of-place attitude beg for her to take control.

Wanda adjusts beneath you, widening her thighs and giving you space to breathe as you sink down on her length. She’s gripping your waist tight, a long sigh escaping her when you bottom out.

“So good for me,” she mumbles, rubbing your sides, placing kisses over your chest.

You can’t help but to grind onto her length when you feel she’s taking too long. She’s quick to stop you, punctuating her actions by jerking her hips to hear you gasp.

“You need to ask, baby.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry— please just use me. Need you— ah!”

She guides you, muscles flexing while she splits you on her length. Soft ahs falling from between your lips with each thrust pushing deeper into you, pressing into the spot that has you arching into her body.

“Always take my dick so well,” she coos, “always so good for me.”

“I’m good?” You ask, voice needy and she’s quick to reassure you, landing praise after praise until small tears form. The whole time she had her thumb pressing near your clit, adding enough pressure to watch your pleasure build, not feel it spike due to overstimulation.

“Do you need to come, my love?“

You nod, pulling at the seams in the couch as you feel it boil over. She lets out a sound similar to you when you quiver around her, a sob coming from deep within as you come down from your high

“My love, you’re so good,” she kisses your neck, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you to sag into her body.

“I love you,” you babble.

“So very proud of you. I love you too.”

The words ease your mind, giving you the freedom to fully relax in her hold. Wanda lifts you by reaching under your thighs and carrying you to your room, laying you onto the mattress.

You run your fingers through her hair, a dazed smile on your face, “are you going to stop there or keep going because I need you again.”

She laughs, eyes wrinkling with a smile brightening her face. The sound making you smile and rub your thighs together from underneath her. She notices, and you almost feel offended, “you haven’t paid me any mind for two weeks. It’s not my fault.”

“No it’s not,” she spreads your thighs again, “I’ll take care of you until you’re satisfied.”

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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 3 months

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your friend isn't always a genius

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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

☆

waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

☆

you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

☆

almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

☆

your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

tag : @jxvipike

a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

#girlblogging #aaron hotchner x reader #black fanfic writer #x black fem reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #bau x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds smut #anon ask #bimbo reader #hottest girl in mourge #brat reader #bd/sm brat

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miguelsslvt · 7 months

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SO AFTER READING your ... Miguel smut 😩✊ which is so freaking good and I wanted to ask if you can make an bodyguard/brat tramer !Miguel x FM/sassybrat!reader PLS I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE PLS SMUT please I'm on my knee on this idea like pls imagine Miguel trying n to do his job but FMbrat!reader wouldn't stay put and bend her over any surface and GO ABOUSTLY *Feral*ON her not giving READER ANY BREAK ! ONLY making her an moaning MESS while SAYING such thing like

"Oh? ..f-fu..So... This will shu-fu-ck!~....You so tight huh? You like when.!-.. I treat you like a...~!*fucking*slut" *"Mis extremas*" ( I use Google translate I'm so sorry if it wrong pls correct me I am!😭)

🗣🗣🗣🗣😩😩✊I CANT I NEED THIS PLS GURLL!.mother I love your writing🙌

(Im definitely a normal think about this man ,Miguel ohara)

bodyguard! brat tamer! miguel x brat! reader smut

word count: 445

TW: hugely nsfw, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

A/N: SWEETHEART I FEEL YOU!! i was so excited to do this request because as a brat myself, i love this concept so much. brat tamer miguel has my heart djhisdjdgkl!! anyways, welcome to the club! ^^

god, did you regret not listening to his warning sooner. you were in the kitchen, whining as usual.

'no! i don't want to go see my dad!!' 'y/n your father wants to make sure y-' 'i don't care! who are you for me to listen to!? you aren't anyone special!' you whined. god, you were such a princess.

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'still not anyone special am i, sweetheart? because i-.. ay coño... i think i'm the one fucking you so hard you can't focus right now.~' he said behind your ear, as you held onto the kitchen counter for dear life. you were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back as miguel relentlessly plowed his way into you.

'aww poor princess.. can't even process a single word other then my name hm?~' he teased, pulling your hair back as you let out a squeal. 'm-miguel!! p-lease~ g-gonna-' 'oh no no muñeca.. only good girls get to cum. and i don't think you've been good have you?' he mocked, as you moaned in response, drool spilling from your mouth. miguel let out a light chuckle.

'aw look at you, you're lucky your dad let me to take care of you, hm? i wonder what he would think if he saw you like this.. all blabbering nonsense as your bodyguard fucks some sense into you~'

god, you couldn't feel anything. you were close, so close. but you knew that if you'd cum, miguel would make this so much worse then it had to be. even though you liked a challenge, you couldn't even form words to think right now, let alone another punishment.

'i-i'll b-be g-good! i-i swear!' you cried out, a moaning mess as tears and drool fell down your face, down to your neck. your hair stuck onto your forehead, as the restr was held by miguel's strong hand, where his other was on your hip, guiding you deeper onto his 9 inches.

'good? yeah? you'll be good for me muñeca?' he panted, feeling his climax arising. 'm-mhm!! y-yes- m-miguel ple-ase!~' you moaned out, as he let go of your hair and started to play with your clit.

you were practically chanting 'yes, please, miguel' as if your life depended on it. 'g-gonna..! i- m-miguel-' 'shh.. cum for me sweetheart, i know i know, you've been too good for me to not let you cum.' he said, as with that, you broke.

as your pussy spasmed around his cock, miguel let out a loud groan as he came moments after you, filling you. you gasped for air, as he panted with you.

wait, didn't your dad request to see you earlier? is that a knock on the door?!

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 4 months

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Merry Christmas

Christmas 2023 (Krampus x GN!Reader)

Chains and Whips

CW: Non-con, dub-con, bondage, anal, sadism, monster fucking, mild brat training, bratty reader, pain play, breaking and entering

"So... He's, like, a demon?" (Reader) took another sip of their cocoa while giving their friend a half jokingly judgemental look, squinting their eyes over their oversized mug. For the holidays (Reader) found themselves with nowhere to go, and ended up traveling with their best friend to her hometown. It was a tiny little place, cute, and very strange. (Reader) had, of course, heard about Krampus before but only because of B-rated horror movies, so seeing an entire village of people hanging up pictures of him alongside Santa Claus was a culture shock, to say the least. Stranger than the abundant Krampus merch was the fact that everyone spoke of it with respect, as though the creature was real, a respect not given to Santa.

"Well, no, kinda, but no." Johanna flicked her wrist as she spoke, eyes glazed and unfocused in the warmth of the heated living room. "Krampus is older than Saint Nicholas and Christianity."

It was difficult to stay awake, all bundled up under a mountain of blankets while the TV quietly played a movie in the background. Snow was falling outside, while children played in the setting sun, laughing outside Johanna's window.

"So, does he kidnap naughty children?"

"No, he beats them with a stick." She tiredly waved her hand in a whipping motion to illustrate her point, as though (Reader) didn't know what she meant by "beating".

"That sounds horrifying." (Reader) smiled, chuckling. Their eyelids were beginning to glue themselves shut.

"Yeah. During Krampusnacht boys like to dress up as him and try to scare people. I used to be terrified of him." Johanna rolled over and propped herself up, resting her head on her hand while sprawling out further on the warm couch across (Reader) on the adjacent lounge. "Thank God I was such a good kid!" She said cheekily.

(Reader's) grin grew. "Should I be in trouble then?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm naughty." (Reader) joked, wiggling their shoulders comically.

The young woman sat up. Her face had flipped instantly from silly to frustrated, swapping from a sleepy gaze for furrowed brows. "That's not funny, (Reader)."

Shocked by Johanna's sudden seriousness, (Reader) sat up as well, doubling down on the joke. "Should probably lock your door tonight, to keep me safe."

"Stop!" She whined, looking genuinely nervous.

"What?" (Reader) leaned forward, amused by their friend's reaction. "Are you really scared?"

"Yes!"

"Scared he's going to come punish me?"

Johanna rolled her eyes. "Krampus is real."

(Reader) wanted to push their friend a little further. This was the first time they had ever seen Johanna act in such a way. Johanna was a fearless woman, a badass who was a regular ole adrenaline junkie; the kind of person to jump out a plane without hesitation. And here she was, losing her patience over a mythological creature.

The dramatic young adult launched themselves off the couch and towards a window, swaying their hips theatrically. They threw open the window as far as it could go, cupping their mouth to amplify their voice out into the neighborhood, moaning;

"Oh no! I hope some big, hairy, Krampus doesn't come and punish me for being such a naughty little whore!"

"(Reader)!"

"Please, don't come punish me for being such a tight little cum slut!" (Reader) laughed as Johanna grabbed their arm, now giggling as well, albeit more out of nerves than honest joy.

"(Reader), please! I'm serious!" Johanna closed the window, forgetting to lock it as she was too busy looking over her shoulder at her ridiculous friend. "I swear to God, if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to save your life..!"

(Reader) wasn't done being obnoxious, shaking their ass as they pretended to run away in fear. "Oh no! Don't let him spank me! Oh noooo!"

Johanna grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at (Reader's) head hard enough to make them lose their balance. "You would get fucking wrecked by Krampus."

"Yeah, my ass-"

"Wouldn't even last a second. You would lose a fight against a marshmallow, you aren't going to go up against an ancient being worshipped for centuries."

After falling back onto the couch (Reader) had chosen for their sleeping spot, they rolled their eyes, dropping the act. (Reader) wasn't actually a naughty person. Not only were they not "naughty" in the innocent definition of the word, being the kind of person to return other shoppers' carts they refused to put away themselves, but in the dirty sense they weren't particularly "naughty" either. (Reader) wasn't a virgin, just suffering from a dry spell. "Goodnight, Jojo."

"Goodnight! I set my alarm for five.'

"Ew!"

"I'll see you in the morning!"

"Nooooooo....."

Johanna left (Reader) for her childhood bedroom, leaving (Reader) in the dark living room, not entirely alone.

.........................

(Reader) wasn't asleep for long when the room became too unbearably cold, causing pins and needles in their legs that forced them to stand up. The time on their phone informed (Reader) that it was only one in the morning. They bundled up in the blanket Johanna provided and slipped into the kitchen to make a cup of decaf tea.

'Why's it so cold?' (Reader) shivered violently as they waited for the water to warm up enough for their drink. It was so warm before (Reader) passed out, that if the Christmas lights on the tree weren't still on they would have thought that there was a power outage. The water loudly began to sizzle in the electric kettle, making (Reader) panic, turning it off. They would have felt like shit if they accidentally woke up Johanna. Her grandparents were out of town, opting to go on a cruise during the holidays instead of hanging around in the cold to visit family, which (Reader) respected. They deserved to enjoy their retirement. Although they had never met, the older couple offered (Reader) their room, which (Reader) politely declined. Although (Reader) said that it was to respect their privacy, it was actually because (Reader) just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed.

The mug began to smell like tea instead of hot water as the bag steeped. (Reader) drank quickly, eager to warm up and get back to sleep. They peaked over at the clock on the oven.

1:00

It had taken almost ten minutes to make one cup of tea, but the time was still one am.

(Reader) felt a shiver crawl down their spine.

Before they could wrap their mind around the time, a rough hand with long, sharp nails, clasped over (Reader's) mouth, dragging them off the chair. The mug went flying, shattering against the tile flooring, along with the wooden chair tipping over and loudly clattering.

Despite the struggle and muffled screams, Johanna did not come down to (Reader's) rescue.

The lights that had been strung up on the tree were tied around (Reader's) arms, securing their hands behind their back. (Reader) fell unceremoniously to their knees.

Above them stood a giant shape in the dark. A tattered red cloak, chains and hooks, black fur..

Hooves sunk into the carpet of the living room. Black fur covered the majority of it's exposed body, and the skin that wasn't hairy was a dark grey with black discoloration. Large horns rose from his skull like a crown. His long, almost human face held a twisted smirk, split open just enough to show off his rows of sharp teeth. Within his primate sockets were goat like eyes, yellow and glowing in the dark.

Despite the heat of the bulbs pressed against (Reader's) arms, the terrified person felt colder than before.

Krampus.

He bent down, gently pressing his clawed thumb into (Reader's) mouth, rubbing his bitter tasting finger across their tongue as (Reader) sat shell shocked.

'He's real.'

(Reader) felt as he played with the wet insides of their mouth, only breaking out of their trance when his nail poked the sensitive wall of their inner cheek.

A surprised cry echoed throughout the house, earning a hand grabbing a fistful of (Reader's) hair, yanking their head back warningly. (Reader) bit down on the disgusting tasting hand as harshly as they could, but it only resulted in an amused chuckle. The creature's laugh was deep, rumbling like thunder in his chest.

He released (Reader) and effortlessly pulled his thumb out from their teeth. One of the many chains with hooks was uncoiled from the demon's shoulder and thrown to his cloven feet.

"Hey, wait-!" (Reader) protested as they were lift up and placed on their feet with only one hand. Their pajama bottoms were pulled down around their ankles, taking their underpants with them. "Stop!"

The hook Krampus had prepared was picked back up, the stench of his body becoming overwhelming as he engulfed (Reader) in his arms, jangling the chain behind their back as he prepared something.

"I don't know what you are, but I swear to God, I'm going to start screaming rape if you don't stop! The neighbors will call the cops!" (Reader) didn't know what they were saying, the adrenaline spike forcing out tough sounding sentences that made no sense, given the fact that this wasn't a normal human home invader.

Another rumble rolled throughout his rib cage as something cold violated (Reader's) ass. (Reader) involuntarily screamed as the hook was lodged into their anus.

They tried to fall to the floor, allowing their legs to turn to jelly, but Krampus tugged on the chain above them, forcing them up onto their toes. Their hands were still tied behind their back, so their balance was depended entirely on the chain.

Krampus seemed pleased, looking down at the teary little human.

(Reader) was not on the naughty list.

They had always been a good person, mindful of others and always attempting to do what was right. So when they opened the window that night, releasing their scent and calling out to Krampus, he knew what they were really implying.

A long, pink cock slick and shiny in the multicolor glow of (Reader's) bindings emerged from the black mass of fur between his animalistic legs. It was thin, but it continued emerging, revealing itself to almost be the length of his thigh.

He grabbed (Reader's) hair again, forcefully pushing their upper half down, bending them at their waist. They couldn't fall because of the chain still holding (Reader) up. The hand on (Reader's) head shoved their face down to his crotch, slipping his slimy cock between their lips as they begged him to stop. Like a sword, the long penis went down their throat, rubbing against their uvula, and poking into their stomach. Vomit rose and threatened to choke (Reader), coughing it up around his thin cock that smelled like his fingers.

(Reader) tried to straighten their back to pull his dick out of their body, but the Krampus yanked up on the hook while laughing, causing (Reader) to fall forward back onto his dick as their feet lost contact with the ground.

The chain was given some slack, placing (Reader) back onto their toes. They were able to pull off his dick long enough to release the bile onto his thighs. It was still in their mouth, but at it's thin tip, allowing (Reader) the chance to breathe. Then he pulled up again, ramming (Reader) onto him like some kind of pulley operated sex toy.

(Reader) felt their muscles burn as their face was mercilessly fucked by the monster, bobbing their head up and down his shaft by the chain still attached to (Reader's) ass.

Krampus dropped the heavy metal chain to grab (Reader's) head, slapping his heavy balls against their chin as his fucking became more erratic, smashing their nose into his thick fur as his chuckles turned to deep moans and pants. Then, (Reader's) face was held against his pelvis tightly as painfully hot fluid shot straight into their stomach.

He pulled out slowly, still twitching with little pumps of cum as he slid the cock out of their throat and over their tongue.

(Reader) left their mouth open, feeling the smelly fluid drip off their tongue and onto the floor, hoping they would vomit up the rest of his jizz they were forced to drink. The appearance of (Reader) with sticky white drool still connected in a long string to the tip of his hard cock, along with the pathetic little sniffles they made as tears dribbled down their cheeks, excited Krampus more, encouraging him to continue.

Still coughing up the suffocating muck, (Reader) was hoisted into the air, this time not by the hook that had fallen out of their rear, but but the Christmas lights around their midsection.

Suspended above the ground, (Reader) frantically kicked their legs. Krampus held the back of the bindings of their arms with one clawed fist, exposing themselves to him. A foot made contact with his knee in the struggle, but Krampus didn't flinch, completely unfazed by (Reader's) strength.

"No more! Fucking stop!" (Reader) squealed in desperation. They knew he could see how aroused they had become from this angle. (Reader) couldn't see his face, but knew he was smirking at them like the bastard he was. They didn't want to, but their body couldn't help it. It felt good to be fucked.

It had been a long time since (Reader) had had sex, but even longer since they had been fucked.

His still wet member pried open (Reader's) clenched hole. It wasn't painful, with how thin it was, but it kept going in, deeper, and deeper. It hit the point where a large human cock would have stopped, but the monster didn't seem to care for (Reader's) discomfort, forcing himself all the way in. (Reader) didn't even know how they fit all that dick inside of them. But the moment they felt his hot hips grind against their ass, their eyes fluttered.

Unable to touch the ground, (Reader) was held up by the Krampus' left hand and his erection. The lights dug into their ribs painfully, scraping against them as Krampus used the decoration as a harness. His thrusts were fast and hard, just like when he was raping (Reader's) mouth. He went deeper into their slutty hole than anyone ever had before, forcibly giving (Reader) unwanted pleasure.

"H- Help!" (Reader) shakily whined as they fought against how good his slimy inhuman dick felt as he pounded them from behind. Each snap of his hips hit their nerves better than any man had before. The building tightness was eroding (Reader's) will to fight.

'This isn't morally wrong.. right?'

'It's like a dream.. no one judges you for who you fuck in a dream you can't control..'

Their stomach contracted as their orgasm built, threatening to release. But just as (Reader) was about to finish, Krampus ceased his movements, holding them unbearably still against him.

(Reader) involuntarily whined. The climax slowly dissolved, losing the momentum. "Please let me go.."

Something hard painfully slapped their ass, cracking loudly like a riding crop. (Reader) cried out before they could bite their lip, earning another chuckle from the goat man as he continued dicking them down from behind.

Just as (Reader) tried to hush the sounds of enjoyment singing out from their own mouth, another slap from the wood stung their rippling ass cheek as Krampus buried his cock into them.

The rising orgasm built faster this time, causing (Reader) to shake as though they were helping rock themselves onto Krampus' long dick. Their thighs quivered and their breaths became ragged. Each thrust was alternated with a stinging whack to (Reader's) behind. And each time that wood contacted sharply against their skin, (Reader) was brought closer to the edge.

But again, he stopped, only keeping himself in as (Reader) lost their orgasm. They moaned angrily.

It seemed obvious that (Reader) was enjoying this, so why did he keep stopping?? Embarrassment filled (Reader) up and spilled out as tears and a cock hungry sob. "Please.." (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut in shame. "Please finish up.."

"Be more specific." A frighteningly deep voice rumbled from behind (Reader). "What do you want me to do, naughty little whore?"

Precum leaked down (Reader's) legs. "Please let me cum.."

The switch smacked them harder. "What was that?"

"Please let me cum!" (Reader) felt themselves tightening around his dick as they raised their voice. "Please fuck me stupid! I want to cum!"

Another harsh slap earned a gasp from (Reader), urging them to continue begging.

"Please fuck me!"

He laughed quietly while pulling (Reader) up so they could see his face. His dick was still buried deep inside of them as he gazed down at them with predatory eyes. "What a good little slut.."

His lips smashed against (Reader's) forcing his tongue into their kiss as he resumed his assault on their tired, raw genitals. (Reader) returned the kiss just as desperately as Krampus gave it. Their kissing made (Reader) light headed as his ramming cock fucked them past the point of no return.

(Reader) came loudly at the same time as Krampus shot another round into their greedy fuck hole. Even after his seed spilled out he continued pumping, slapping his wet hips up against (Reader's) as he rode out his second orgasm. He kept his cock nestled deep inside (Reader) as they passed out, falling asleep in his arms as he weakly continued rubbing himself against their twitching walls.

(Reader) woke up in the morning on the couch, their clothes on and bundled up in a warm blanket. Johanna was awake, making coffee. Their face burned, wondering what they could have eaten the night before to make them dream about something so dirty, and so vividly.

"You awake yet?"

(Reader) quickly sat up, sore, presumably from sleeping on a couch. "Yeah, I'm getting up."

They stood, but almost immediately felt their knees buckle as cum poured out of them into their pants so quickly (Reader) thought they pissed themselves. (Reader) squawked, pulling open their bottoms to find their underwear missing, and the insides of their pants painted with someone else's fluids, still leaking out of their swollen hole.

"Haha, what was that?" (Reader) quickly pulled up their pants as their friend entered the living room with the mug (Reader) broke the night before.

"Nothing."

"You sure? You look kinda feverish.."

"I'm good!"

"I was just thinking about how to get on the naughty list again next year~"

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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BBY YES. I’m a curvy girl too and MY GAWD boxer daddy dom losing a match or having a rough match and taking it out on the reader is just *chefs kiss* boxer Steve has NO issue lifting us plus size girlies and taking us against a wall 🤤 I just love your writing and I think you doing boxer Steve would be AMAZING

In Your Corner (Boxer Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve invaded my dreams and now consumes my waking life. Fuck I need him. Lol.

I hope I did your ask justice!

Warnings: Daddy Dom Boxer Steve and Plus Size Sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT and angst, hella dirty talk, degradation (slightly), spanking, choking, pinching, rough play for sure, there's no details of the fight but there are mentions of the aftermath, slight bullying at the beginning with Steve's friends. I think that's it.

Word Count: 4449

Steve’s eyes focused on his coach in front of him as he danced around the man preparing to swing. You absolutely loved watching him train right before a fight. He was always dedicated to the craft but he became more determined right before and the passion drove you wild.

When you both attended high school together, he always seemed like a douchebag with his “King Steve” status. You ran in a different circle, which was mostly any circle that wasn’t the popular kids. They always found ways of making fun of you because you had a little more meat on your bones than they did. You did take note at the time that Steve never taunted you with them but he never stopped them either.

“Fuck off, Steve Harrington.”

“Hey, would you just relax?! I just wanted to come apologize for Tommy and them. You’re not a pig and you’re definitely not ugly.”

“Wow, thanks for that. Now I can die happy. If you will excuse me, I have to go find my journal and put our initials together in hearts.”

As you turned to walk away, his hand shot out to grip your arm, tugging you back towards the concrete wall.

“Would you wait a minute! I’m…I’m trying to tell you something here. I…I’m not like them. I want to get to know you better.”

Your sarcastic laugh lights a fire in his eyes that you would later come to fall in love with.

“Steven, whether you like it or not, you are exactly like them. You laugh along with them and don’t stop them from being mean to people. You hang out with them and give them your time like they matter. I imagine your dad is the same with colleagues; pretending that he cares about stupid, menial bullshit just to fit in.”

His head ticked to the side at your comparison to his father as you stepped closer to his towering frame.

“You want to get to know me better? Become a real man and stand up for yourself. BE yourself.”

After that moment, he completely changed, disconnecting from his friends, and focusing on other things. You found him in the library a few times scanning certain books or at the computer looking up videos. After graduation, he disappeared before finally resurfacing a year later at a party one of your old high school friends was hosting.

At the time, you had a date on your arm but as soon as Steve entered the room it was like no one was there except for you and him. His smile was brighter and he had a lot more muscle than you remember him having especially in his arms. When his beautiful brown irises met yours, you knew it was all over. You’d do anything for him, all he had to do was ask. You tried playing coy, you really did; smirking salaciously in his direction or crossing and uncrossing your legs a bit wider than normal to display the red silk panties underneath.

When all he would do in return is tilt his head and grin at you, it riled you up, huffing as you stomped away to the bathroom. Before you could do anything about it, Steve followed you in, attaching his lips to yours as he quite literally ripped your panties of your body. You marveled at his strength as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and sunk his admittedly large cock into your cunt.

“Oh my god, Steve. So—f-fuck—so deep.”

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is just making a mess, you’re so wet.” He grabbed your hair and forced you look between your bodies. “Look at how you just fucking coat my dick.” Once he felt like you had gotten a good enough look, he pressed your face into his shoulder as he thrust his hips faster into yours. “That’s right, honey. Fucking—mmm—fucking hold on to Daddy while I make you cum.”

Your pussy clenched tighter around him at the name and he grunted at the feeling.

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? God, you feel so fucking good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil snapped and you whimpered into his chest.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl coming hard like that.”, he murmured. One of his palms landed flat beside you as the other clung to your lower back as rolled his hips. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Steve wasn’t asking; he was telling you what he was about to do and at that moment you really didn’t care. The hand on the counter flew up to grip your throat, pushing you back against the mirror as he roughly pumped his seed into your body.

When he released you from his hold and helped clean you up, you half expected him to leave you there alone in the bathroom, walking back out into the party as a satisfied man. Instead, he took your hand and guided you towards his BMW offering to buy you dinner.

That night he told you where he had been and what he had been up to. Steve left Hawkins to train and study boxing. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing this was the same kid who lost almost every fight in school. He smirked in your direction as if he could read your mind and invited you to his next fight which was just outside of town.

Watching him up there as he fought was a unique experience to be sure. He changed before your eyes into this more confident, determined man as he focused on his opponent and swung his arms. After winning, you brought him back to your apartment where you two barely even made it in the door before you were climbing on top of him.

“Can I ask you something?”, you asked and he answered with a soft but exhausted hm. “What triggered this? What made you say, ‘I’m going to leave Hawkins and get hit in the face for a living’?”

Steve rolled onto his side to face you as he reached out to brush some stray hair out of your face.

“Short answer…you.”

“And the long answer?”

“When you compared me to my dad and talked about me trying to impress those other assholes, it triggered something in me. I definitely don’t want to become my dad and I hated the way you looked at me when you said I was just like those other kids. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I did some research and came across boxing. Y/N, you have no idea how liberating it was for me when I threw that first punch and hit the bag in front of me.”

Your fingers tenderly caressed his face as his own hand slid down your back to bring you closer to him.

“I always thought about you. I told myself whenever I came back here my first goal was to find you and FINALLY get to know you better.”, he chuckled.

You smiled as you blushed as his words. “What if I had been with someone!?”

“Pfft. Then I would fight him.” Steve leaned back and pretended to box the air making you laugh.

“Or what if I saw you and I was like ‘Ew. Look at the god-awful Steve Harrington! With the muscles and the pretty hair. Ugh!” His lips cut you off mid-cackled as he rolled his body on top of yours.

“Then I’d fight for you. You’re mine, pretty girl.” The way his eyes were penetrating yours had you shiver at the intensity. His face hovered as his nose grazed the tip of your own. “Can you say it for me, honey?”, he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he trailed kisses down to your neck.

“I belong to you.”, you moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm…you belong to who, baby girl?”

“I belong to Daddy.”

Three years had passed since then and you couldn’t be happier or prouder of everything Steve had accomplished. Next Friday was supposed to be a big fight. If he won, it would lead to more eyes on him which in turn would lead to more revenue.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing today, angel.”

“I’m good, Jimmy. How are you?”, you beam at his coach.

“Oh, never better, baby. Never better.” As you climb up the ropes to hang over the ring, Steve hastily runs over to you as he pulls off one of his gloves and helps you into the area. “Do you want some gloves, missy? Give Steve here some real competition.”

You giggle as your boyfriend tilts your head up for a kiss. “God, no. He’d knock me out in a second.”

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared?”, Steve teases.

You playfully glare at him as Jimmy brings you some gloves that are your size and places you across from him. You both do the gloved fist bump you’ve seen him do with opponents numerous times and take your stance.

Steve smirks as you circle around each other and after a few moments you take your first swing that he swiftly blocks. Both your moves at each other are light and joking, not in any way meant to harm.

“That’s good, baby girl. You have to twist your arm a bit more.” You concentrate as he shows you the move and once you follow through, he claps his gloves together making you smile with pride. “That’s my girl!”

You grin as you fall into his chest and he pretends to fall over bringing you down with him.

“Let’s hope you do better than that on Friday, yeah?”, Jimmy asks as Steve nods. “Alright, I’m out of here. Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our last training session and talk strategy for the fight, alright?”

“Thanks, Jim!”

“You are…disgustingly sweaty.”

Steve turns his attention back to you as you lean forward to grab his wrists and remove his gloves.

“Yet you’re still on top of me.”

“I’m doing it to hide the gigantic erection in your shorts right now.”, you whisper.

“Hey, it’s not my fault when you walk into the room, I get all hot and bothered.” Once his hands are free, he rests one on your thigh as the other comes up to caress your cheek. “Did you have a good day today?”

“I did. My boss was only half an idiot today.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.” You grin leaning down so your lips are just above his own. “I can handle one stupid, ignorant man.”

“I know you can, sweetheart. I just hate the way he talks to you. He better hope he doesn’t say any bullshit in front of me.”

“Oh, big tough Daddy. I like it.”

Steve smiles as his hand glides to the back of your neck and roughly brings your face closer to his. “You know you love when Daddy takes care of you.”

You bite your bottom lip as he begins grinding hips up against your own.

“Do you wanna take care of Daddy while he takes a shower? Say it.”, he commands when you nod your head.

“I want to take care of you. Please, Daddy. Let me help you relax.”

His grin grows as you both rise to your feet and he helps you down from the ring. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, and you giggle as he carries you into the empty locker room.

############

The night of the fight came and Steve was more than ready. You stayed by his side until exactly an hour before he was meant to exit to the ring, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly to you.

“Good luck, baby. You got this.”

He curtly nodded as you gave him one last comforting smile. You understood he had a process and this was usually how he was before a fight. He was zoned in and prepared, ready to take on the world.

As the ushers walked you to your seat in the front, you froze when you saw who was sitting beside you.

“Hey, Y/N! How are you, sweetheart?”, Mrs. Harrington cooed as she got to her feet to give you a hug.

“I’m…I’m good. What are you two doing here?”

“This is a big fight, right? I don’t know why my son didn’t invite us. ‘You can watch it on TV he says.’”, Mr. Harrington rolls his eyes.

As the announcer began to speak, you panickily looked around, trying to figure out what you should do. He never had his phone on him on nights like this and the match was about to start so you couldn’t go back to the locker room.

Please don’t let him notice them.

Steve entered the ring with his usual bout of confidence that made you swoon. You continued to pray as you watched them introduce him and rattle off some of his stats. His eyes found yours for a moment before he looked beside you. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you watched this version of him and the high school version have their own fight within his beautiful, brown orbs as they noticed his father.

When his focus shifted back to you, you silently mouthed that you loved him, and again he nodded before the match finally began.

***

Steve angrily stalked into the apartment you two shared and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with the hardest liquor there was. Your eyes carefully watched him as he moved about, finally stomping outside onto the patio, and lighting a cigarette.

Nights after a lost match were always the worst, you never knew how he was going to behave. Sometimes he would do like he had just done and sit outside for hours smoking and drinking till he passed out on the furniture. Other times, he would take that anger out on you and you allowed it. You allowed him to be rough with you in bed till you both were fully spent. Even when he was upset, he needed to make you feel good to.

More than anything you just hated how hard he was on himself. He always gave 110% in everything he did but it wasn’t enough for him. If he lost at something he was a failure and there was nothing you could say or do to make him feel otherwise.

Normally, you left him to his thoughts but you couldn’t do that tonight. You knew he was in a lot of pain, not just physically but emotionally as well. Slowly, you stepped outside and tiptoed to the other chair that was next to him.

Steve was leaning back lazily with his legs stretched all the way out as he held the cold glass to the bandage just above his eye. Occasionally, he brought the cigarette to his busted lip before dangling it back over the arm of the patio chair.

“Baby…”

“Go away, Y/N.”

You heavily exhale as you try again. “Sweetheart, you did really well. Don’t let your dad or anyone else make you feel like you didn’t do a good job.” As you spoke, he casually got up, tossing his cigarette, and walked back inside. “There will be other fights like this one.”

“Y/N, I’m only going to say it one more time. Get…away…from…me.”

“No.” His head leaned to the side at your answer. “Baby, everything’s going to be okay.”

Steve sarcastically chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before abruptly raising his arm and violently throwing his glass against the adjacent wall.

“You wanna play, baby girl. Let’s play. First off, fuck you. Don’t stand there and pretend like you understand anything when it comes to boxing or my job, alright? You are my girlfriend not my coach or my manager. Your job is to stand by my side and shut the fuck up while I do what I need to do.”

Oh, that’s how he wants to play tonight? He had just entered another ring and you were the challenger. He needed to spar with you and he knew you were a worthy opponent. You knew how to challenge him and you didn’t take his attitude or temper lying down. He needed you to put him in his place so he could properly put you in yours.

“Secondly, we needed this fucking win tonight. You like this apartment, the pool, that fucking outfit you’re wearing? All of that cost money, Y/N.”

“I see…so this is all my fault? I’m the one that wants expensive things apparently? I’m not some gold-digging trophy wife, Steve. I work and I help pay for things around here. I have never once asked you to buy me anything extravagant because I don’t fucking need it. And yes, I am your girlfriend but I actually fucking listen to you when you talk. You will have more fights. If you wanted a girl who would be silent and just swipe your credit card, you should have looked somewhere else!”

He fumed as you yelled at him, his fists clenching by his side as he listened and his angry eyes never leaving yours. You pointed your finger in his face as you stepped closer to him.

“You can blame me all you want, Steve Harrington, but you needed to win that fight for you and your fucking ego.”

“Take off your dress.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said…take off your dress. You don’t need these nice things anymore? That’s fine. I can return that and the other fancy things I bought you. Tomorrow when I wake up, I can go look for one of those studio apartments for you so you can move in there.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t need you to help me look. I can find a new Daddy on my own who won’t act like a fucking baby.”

There it is. That particular look in his eyes that tells you he’s in the right headspace. He may not look like he’s in control to any outsider looking in but you’ve been in love with his man for three years. You knew.

You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you turned and bolted to the bedroom. You could hear him hot on your tail before he practically tackled you onto the bed. Your hands tried to push against him but he was too strong, straddling your waist as he pinned your wrists to the mattress.

“You want to find a new Daddy? HUH?!”, he screamed in your face. “You think someone else can take care of you as well as I have?” Steve shifted your hands so he could hold them with one of his own he climbed off you and reached under your dress to bring down your panties. A couple of his fingers roughly slid into your core as he set a brutal pace.

“Little girl always talks a big game but when we get down to it, you’re always still so fucking wet for me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, still trying to fight against hold but not wanting him to let go. You buck your hips but it just pushes him to be rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you. “There you go, baby. That’s the spot right there, right? Daddy knows. I know every fucking inch of your body and how to please you. You think anyone else can make you cum like I do?”

His palm released your wrists and quickly slid down your throat, gripping it just so between his thick fingers as he watched your eyes roll back. Your hands feebly reach for anything they can, settling on taking hold of his knee. Steve always made sure to have some part of his body near you that way if you couldn’t speak but felt like you needed to tap out you could.

Just like with his boxing, he had rules and regimens in bed. He always wanted you to feel safe and gave you strict guidelines for how to get his attention should you need to. Three taps meant stop but right now all you were doing was grounding yourself as you focused on your own high.

You whimpered, digging your nails into his skin as you came. While you laid there panting, he climbed over your limp frame and yanked off your dress. With hooded eyes you watched as he removed his clothes before tugging you to the edge of the mattress like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach.

His strength always amazed (and intimated) you. Being a bigger woman, you weren’t exactly light and all the men in your past never even bothered to try lifting you into their arms. When Steve did it that first night you were together, you were awe struck. More than anything, you swooned at the fact that he didn’t even hesitate; he just did it knowing he could.

The first time you questioned him about it he looked at you like you were speaking gibberish.

“Honey, you’re not heavy.”

“Uh oh, I think you’ve been hit one too many times. You’re going blind.”, you giggle.

Steve grinned slightly before his face got serious. “Y/N, just because past relationships couldn’t handle a beautiful woman like you doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“I know. I just…no one’s ever even bothered to try and lift me let alone everything else we do.”

He stepped forward and lifted your chin with his fingers. “You have a real man now, baby. You and your curves don’t scare me.”

You smile, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. “You don’t scare me either.”

His rough, calloused hands lifted your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart before his palm came down hard as he spanked you. You moaned when you felt him spit into your cunt before aggressively breaching your entrance with his cock.

“Daddy!”

Steve’s arm came into view beside you as you felt him hover over you and begin rolling his hips.

“You want to act like a fucking brat, I can…I can treat you like one.”, he grunted. “No more fucking dinners, fa-fancy clothes, fucking nothing! You—f-fuck—can just be Daddy’s toy. Huh? At least until you find your new Daddy who’s not a fucking baby.”

His fingers gripped your hair as he stood up and thrust into you so hard the bed shook underneath you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he continually hit all the right places inside of you, overwhelming your senses. Tears began streaking your face as you felt the warmth build in your tummy again. He really was the only man that knew how to satisfy you.

He noticed your lips moving but couldn’t hear what you were saying. Steve’s palm smacked your ass as he yanked you to your knees till your back was against his now sweaty chest.

“What’s the rule?”, he growled “If you’re talking I…I need to fucking hear you. What were you saying?” When you don’t answer, he stops pumping into you before reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers making you whine and try to pull away from him. “Answer me, little girl.”

Your head lazily falls back on his shoulder as you continue to cry. The hand that was in your hair loops around to your chin, turning your lips to his as he softly placed a kiss on them.

“I love…you… Just want…you.”, you panted out as best you could.

Steve released your nub from his grasp and wrapped his arm around you stomach as he began thrusting into you again.

“Cum, baby. Cum for Daddy.” You laid your arms over his own, clinging to him as your body spasmed and you did as he commanded. “That’s my girl. Fuck… my beautiful girl.”

As he chased his high, you continued to try and whisper things in his ear.

“MY…Daddy. No one could…make me…feel this good. I’m…oh my god… so proud of you, baby. Please…cum, Daddy. I need…need it.”

His hips began to sputter and he grips you tightly as he roughly pumps his release inside of you. You both were still like that for a while, trying to catch your breath as he held you.

“I’m going to pull out now, ok?”, he whispered.

“Okay, Daddy.”

You winced as he cooed softly, placing feathery light kisses on your skin as he praised you. He detached from you for moment; long enough for you to hear the shower turn on before he was back by your side and lifting you into his arms.

Steve wasted no time taking care of you as he cleaned your body and washed your hair.

“I DO listen to you when you talk. One of the things I love about you is how passionate you about boxing. I remember in school you always seemed like, I don’t know, you were coasting by. On our first date, you told me about the maneuvers and explained things to me.”, you smile as you continued. “Your hands were moving a mile a minute and your eyes lit up. It was amazing.”

His fingers lightly gripped your shoulders as he turned you to face him. “I may not know everything about it, Steve, but I know you. I know there will be another fight and I know you’re going to win because you are the most dedicated man I’ve ever met. You’re not going to stop until you get where you want to be.”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and said all that stuff. I don’t really feel that way. I was just upset.”

“I know, baby.”

After turning off the water, he quickly grabs a towel, drying you both and guiding you back to bed. Steve grabs his boxers and throws one of his big, baggy shirts over your head making you laugh.

“I love that you speak your mind and challenge me. Hell, if you hadn’t done that in school, I never would have gotten into boxing.”

“I’m so proud of you, Steve. I really am. Whether you win or lose, buy me fancy things or give me gifts from the dollar store…” Your smile grows as he laughs and kneels down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs as you gently pet his head. “I’m always going to be in your corner.”

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The Grabber x Female Reader “Just as Dangerous” (Explicit/Smut)

Fandoms: Black Phone | Pairing: The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x You (F identifying) Reader Rating: Explicit (see all warnings!)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Consensual Rough play, Chocking/Belt-play, Daddy-kink, older man/younger woman, Reader is a brat, Reader is just as bad, reader wants it badly, Reader is in true control here, (probably more tags but you know what it is just pure filth and you’ve been warned) fucking the Grabber. For @likoplays

Just as Dangerous

The creaking of the heavy basement door signaled his approach and you quietly listened for his footsteps to come down the stairs.

There he was, finally. He’d left you here on your own for a good while. Too long, in your opinion.

The door closed behind him, his presence filling the space with an electric charge. The mask he wore was a grotesque caricature, its exaggerated frown setting a macabre tone for the encounter. His clothes were either to be called outdated or quirky, with flare pants and an unbuttoned jacket above it, revealing a smooth and nearly hairless chest.

You remained on the worn mattress, your coat underneath you for comfort and isolation, your arms resting on your knees as you stared ahead.

Your pulse was a steady drumbeat in your ears.

He came to a halt in front of you, content to just stare at you before he knelt to be at eye level with your seated form. The man then cocked his head inquisitively, left arm resting on his knee as he crouched in front of you.

"Well, sweetheart, it seems you’ve got something to tell me," his voice sounded muffled, but the urgency of his statement was unmistakable.

You met his gaze, or at least the dark eyeholes of the mask, and watched him in silence. How long would it take before he would snap, you wondered. Would he be easy to rile up?

But his gaze was unwavering and the silence between you stretched longer and longer. Seeing how he remained in front of you, unmoving, his gaze full of expectation and heavy upon you, made your skin crawl. He was resilient, you had to give him that.

"I wouldn’t know what," you responded, injecting a note of nonchalance into your words.

He chuckled—a sound devoid of humor. "Well, I don’t think you’re being honest with me.” A click of his tongue as he stretched his arms in front of him. You noticed the glinting of the silver rings on his fingers. No marriage bands, just ornaments.

“In fact,” his voice lowered a notch, “I don’t like girls who don’t tell the truth. They’re naughty.” You could hear the sharp intake of breath, how he started to struggle with it behind his mask, as if he was getting excited by all this. Did the idea of you being a bad girl get him going? It wouldn’t explain why he’d mostly captured boys till now though.

Oh yes, you knew about the missing children in this area. You had no doubt who you were dealing with.

The Grabber.

“And you don’t want to be a naughty girl,” the man in front of you murmured, “do you?”

His words could have been seductive, his voice low and carrying that dangerous edge that always got you going. Even now, you had to squeeze your legs together at the sound of him. But you knew the game he was playing, how he tried to lure you into a punishment.

You had to force back a chuckle when you saw how the devilish mask tilted to one side as he looked at you questioningly again. Like a puppy pleading for an answer. Yet, you knew it was all a game to him. He must be one of those manipulative men then, you thought. Luring you into a false sense of security, playing the good guy, making you doubt your own brain.

You knew the type and decided not to grace him with an answer, not knowing anything that wouldn’t instantly make you a brat in his eyes. Was it a good thing if you talked back? Or would it spell your doom? No matter how much you liked it when men got rough with you, you were keen to survive. You had your own agenda and no time to die.

If he was looking for a good girl he should look elsewhere. You just weren’t the good girl he was hoping you to be.

“Tell me something,” the man now hissed, his voice still obscured by the mask but low and deliciously dangerous. “How did it feel when you got rid of them?”

Oh.

Now that sparked something in your eyes, like fires that started to burn. It became increasingly hard to suppress your smile when he brought it like that, a simple statement nothing more.

“Delicious,” you purred.

The black coals of the mask started to shimmer, a reflection of the look in your own eyes. The Grabber repositioned himself in front of you.

“So you admit it was you,” a dangerous low growl while he rested his hand against the cold concrete floor, like a predator ready to strike its prey.

You feigned ignorance again, well aware of how you had dropped your guard. But you were smaller than him and you could do the cute look. Most men fell for that – if you played your cards right.

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me,” the Grabber instantly rasped when he saw the look you gave him and deduced what you were trying to do. “You’re no innocent lamb.”

A laugh escaped his throat, heartily and raw. It sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. Then he ran a hand over his head, feeling if the hair was all still strapped behind the bands of his mask. Shoulder-length hair, you noted. Either a dark color, or perhaps already starting to turn grey. It was hard to tell in the artificial yellow glow of the basement’s one little bulb.

But the veins on those hands betrayed age and strength. Strong hands with long, thick fingers. You could feel your juices flowing, moist collecting between your folds as an ache appeared between your legs. Gosh, you were feeling empty.

“I noticed a few familiar names in your contacts list. Made me curious,” he started, but you could hear the grin in his voice despite the mask hiding his expression. You cocked your head and listened to him, curious about how far he had gone and what he had found – but also hooked on the lowness of his voice. You felt a slight throb inside your core, your nipples growing hard against the fabric of the clothes you were wearing.

“Had to dive in a little deeper,” and the way he said it sparked dark fantasies in you. “Found some more. Some deleted conversations. Others only connected via profiles on sites. It made me think.”

"Did you browse my phone?" you asked, staring at him with what you hoped was as little emotion as possible. “That is incredibly rude.”

"Merely happened to find a few names that sounded familiar," he returned casually, as if discussing the weather rather than the contents of your personal communications.

"Can't say I'm sure what you're on about," you lied smoothly, your mind racing as you tried to gauge how much he knew. But you had an inkling. It didn’t take a genius after all.

"No?" He leaned forward slightly. "Let me show you."

To your surprise, the Grabber fished out his own phone from a back pocket. You had half expected him to either reveal your own confiscated cell phone, or to see some printed newspapers. But he was opening Google and had been looking things up. Your gaze flicked to the screen before you could stop it, just to check, but there were no bars. The signal was dead down here, just like everything else that crossed the threshold into this forsaken basement.

"Look," he said, swiping through the device with a careful finger. The soft glow illuminated his mask, casting shadows that danced across the frown etched into its surface. The headlines he showed you were no surprise – men found dead. Murdered. Each face that scrolled past was a victory, a wrong righted by your hands. But seeing them there, in his possession, felt like a noose tightening around your own neck.

Not that you minded a little choking. Made things more thrilling.

He stopped on an article, the face of the last man you had seen alive staring back at you from the screen. "Not willing to admit it yet?" His voice was low, the words slithering through the cold air between you.

"Admit what?" Your heart hammered, but your voice was steady, cold. "So that you might turn me in? Go ahead. Who's going to believe the Grabber?"

His laugh was a low rumble, circling you like a predator. "Why would I go the cops? I am not gonna risk that, love," he said, his voice a taunt, his eyes behind the eyeholes were fixed on you. “Won’t risk you telling on me.”

"Me?" You tilted your head, feigning confusion, even as your mind spun furiously. "Why would I do something so foolish?"

“It doesn’t matter,” the Grabber said, shrugging as he made himself once again comfortable in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how behind the mask, his eyes kept drifting toward your bound hands. And your cleavage.

"You thought you’d get out of this alive, darling?”

"Hope dies last," you quipped, your tone laced with venom you didn't feel. "But I suppose you wouldn't know much about that, would you?"

His hand moved faster than your eyes could follow, striking your cheek with a force that whipped your head to the side. The sting of the ring on his finger made the hit all the more special. Pain radiated like spider webs across your face, but it was the moan that slipped from between your lips that seemed to freeze the moment, hanging thick in the stale air.

"Fuck, you're a twisted little cunt if you loved that," he hissed. His voice had somewhat changed, became rougher, coarser, and took on a sinister tone. As if a devil was unleashed within him.

He stood in front of you now, panting rapidly. You could see the rise and fall of his naked chest. The way his belly moved, how you longed for him to strike you again.

"Maybe I am," you taunted, even as the ache bloomed into something darker, something forbidden. “Maybe I am so fucked up, I need a good fucking to set me right.”

For a moment it looked like he was going to hit you again, raising his hand in the air until the light reflected on his ring causing a shimmer. You mentally prepared, got excited about it even, sat up a little straighter. But then he reached for you and you felt his fingers grasp your chin tight, holding it in his hands, squeezing your lips together as he chuckled down at you.

“You want it badly, don’t you?” His voice was dripping with sin, his thumb gently brushing past your lips, fingertip pressing down roughly on your tongue until you tasted salt and grime before he roughly let go. Your head snapped to the side but your eyes were still upon him.

"Why don't you hit me, Daddy?” you said, a grin spreading on your face. “I know we both want it."

Another slap hit your cheek instantly, this time, the ring wasn’t present. Not a backhanded slap but he must have used his palm. Your skin grew red and tingled, and you brought up your bound wrists so that you could brush a hand past the soreness.

"That's all you got? I know you can do better, Daddy." Okay, so perhaps you got a little overexcited. But you just loved to tease.

Another slap, this time harder, and while you moaned he was already upon you, his hands firmly on your shoulders. He pounced, testing your limits, his weight pressing you into the musty mattress. His hands slid from your shoulders to your neck and you felt him press his thumbs into your skin.

"Look at what you do to me," he hissed, his arousal unmistakable against your thigh. His hands were iron bands around your neck. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body betraying you with its own treacherous heat.

“What’s that?” His voice was low but you recognized the tease as his hands took away your airflow completely and only choked noises escaped your lips. He pressed the mask closer to your face, the wood brushed against the sensitive skin of your red cheeks.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

He sat up a little straighter and you heard the chuckle behind the mask as he put his weight on you with his hips and legs alone, trapping you effectively underneath him. His hard cock pressed against your stomach through the layers of clothing, but he made no effort to hide it, bumped his hips against you so you were made extra aware.

“Aren’t you a little fuck doll for me?”

You thrashed underneath him, trying to nod, but his grip was too tight. Your throat started to feel deliciously sore, just as he let go.

“Beg me for it.”

The way he said it made tingles run down your spine. Your walls clamped down feebly around nothing, so eager for his cock.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you rasped as you tried to lean up on your elbow and stare the masked man in the eyes. “Now.”

A moment of silence passed as the Grabber stared you down, then he moved up, away from you.

“Not good enough,” he muttered to your irritation, and you instantly sat up, core aching to have this man’s cock inside of you now. You noticed he had started to undo the lower strap of the mask and watched with bated breath how he slowly removed it, the ugly devil’s chin and grin were disposed of, the straps loosely falling to the sides as it hit the concrete floor.

The man removed his belt next, rolling it around one fist until his knuckles turned white and the grin on his face imitated the one you’d seen earlier on the mask.

“Seems like I’ve got to learn the brat a lesson or two about how to suck up to someone.”

He took a step closer to you again and you felt the slick gather between your folds. God, you were wet for this man. How dominating he was, how forceful as his hand curled behind your neck, grasping your skin and forcing you with your head to look up at him.

“Open up,” and you did. You parted your lips and watched as the Grabber spat a big glob of phlegm straight in between your lips, then forced your mouth closed.

“Swallow.”

You made sure your eyes never left his as you did as you were told. The right reaction.

“Hmm, you swallow nicely. Makes me curious…” You felt how he gently rubbed circles with his thumb against your sore cheek, massaging your skin as he seemed to take you in, studying you, before he let go again.

“Stay just like this,” The low rasp came, and you weren’t surprised to see how the man eagerly disposed of his clothes. With hunger, you watched how his erection snapped free from his pants and smacked against his naked belly. His cock throbbed, globs of pre-cum gathered at the slit.

Daringly, you glanced up at him, seeing his smirk as he leered down at you. “Oh, this is no surprise to you, is it, sweetie?”

And then he guided the head of his shaft to your lips. “Open up.”

The salty taste felt like a relief, but it wasn’t enough. You encircled the head of his cock with your lips, sucking greedily and taking pride when he let out a throaty moan. Bobbing your head to take him deeper, you took pleasure in feeling his fingers on your shoulder, fingertips digging deep. It spurred you on, and you only let the cockhead slip from your lips so you could ask for more.

“Hurt me, Daddy.”

Your words set off a new glint in the Grabber’s eyes as his hold on you became more forceful. With his other hand, he gripped the back of your head, forcing you down on his cock until the head bumped against the back of your throat, going so deep it took your breath away.

He held you there, unable to breathe, while he wrapped something cold and hard against your throat. The belt, you recognized. So he hadn’t put it down?

With a rough movement, he bucked his hips, allowing you a moment to breathe before his belt was around your neck, constricting and guiding your movements. Your hands shot up instinctively to try and loosen it, but you lowered them again when you realized what he was up to and smirked at him instead.

“Na-ah,” he teased you, clearly enjoying the sight of you being choked by his belt and his hard cock. “You’re gonna suck Daddy’s cock and you’re gonna like it, sweetheart.”

And that was exactly what happened, as he gave you no other option but to move along his shaft. It only took a tug at the belt, gripped in his fists, to bring your lips closer to his hips. You felt his hot cock deep inside your mouth, the head bumping the back of your throat a few times before he pushed you back until the head nearly popped from between your lips. But then he tugged the belt again, forcing you closer and spearing you on his cock whilst the belt cut off your airflow.

The process was repeated a few times, with you struggling to take him in and to breathe. Low moans escaped the Grabber’s lips and you felt his hips bump against you while his cock hit the back of your throat, sliding in deep. His juices coated your tongue, pre-cum richly flowing from the tip as he made you hum and gurgle around his hard erection. And then he pressed in so deep that your nostrils were pressed against his pubic hairs, taking in his musky scent while he kept you there for a moment too long, enjoying the feel of your throat working around his cock.

“Hmm, lovely,” he murmured as he finally let go, his hands slipping over your head like a caress, allowing you to breathe again. You slipped from his grip, falling onto your ass, hands still bound, while you struggled to catch your breath. You glowered up at him, pussy all wet and excited, wishing he would just fuck you now.

He seemed to catch your silent wish, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, pausing while he took himself in his own strong hand. You watched, enchanted, as he tugged at his own cock, hand running up and down his wet shaft a few times. It looked delicious, the way he was teasing his cockhead, pushing and pulling at the slit until new pre-cum bubbled out the top, streaming down the side of his shaft.

“Oh, is the poor pussy sore? Does it to milk my cock?” He teased, but you could tell his balls were heavy and loaded. You could see his cock twitch at the prospect of finally getting into your tight wet heat.

Your eyes turned wide at the suggestion. Apparently, he saw the internal struggle in your eyes, how you craved his cock, as he cooed you mockingly. “If you want me to fuck you, you must beg nicely.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, your bound hands in front of you, fingers digging into your own thighs to keep some form of control in this situation and stabilize yourself. “Fuck you. Stop stalling," you dared, your voice a husky whisper, throat deliciously sore after having deep-throated the Grabber to the full of your capabilities. "Show me what you've got."

"Brat," he spat, but there was a grudging respect in his grip, a recognition of equals in this twisted dance of dominance and desire.

His hands were rough as they seized the fabric of your shirt, ripping it away with a violence that sent shivers down your spine. Each tear echoed in the hollow basement, a symphony of destruction that sang to the darkest part of you.

“Eager, aren’t we?” you taunted, a smirk playing on your lips even as he stripped you bare.

"Shut up," he growled, but there was no malice in his voice – only hunger, raw and unbridled. He grabbed your pants next, yanking them down with an urgency that left you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest like a caged bird desperate for release.

"Can't wait any longer, huh?" you whispered, a challenge laced with desire. Your pulse raced, adrenaline and arousal mingling in a potent cocktail that made the world seem sharper, more vivid.

"Neither can you," he shot back, his eyes locked onto yours. You could feel him, hard and insistent, and you arched your back, inviting him closer.

"Then what are you waiting for old man?" you urged.

With a moan that sounded like it had been torn from the depths of his being, he complied. He sank into you, rough and unyielding, and you gasped at the intensity of it all—pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance as old as time.

Fuck, it felt good. The man’s cock was definitely one of the bigger ones you’d ever had. His thrusts were raw and powerful, the sound of your arousal slickening the way reached your ears while the scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

His hands, strong and large compared to your frame, captured your breasts, wasting no time as he started to fumble with them, roughly knead them, his thumbs ever so often flicking past your nipples until they started to feel sore.

His touch was just right, the balance of pleasure and pain exactly what you needed.

And then, his lips were capturing your nipple, sucking so hard it would surely bruise. You couldn’t withhold another moan as you arched your back, pressing your breasts closer to his face while he tugged with his teeth, biting your nipple before lapping at it with his long wet tongue.

If you had known the Grabber had been like this, you’d have crossed paths with him sooner. Because the man was amazing.

He moved his head to the other side, grey hairs tickling your skin, the cold material of the mask brushing past your naked chest as he repeated his motions with your other nipple, nibbling on it like he was hunger for more of you.

You felt his hips press against yours, felt his cock hit you deep and hard. Your whole body was filled with desire, like hot flames licking inside your core. Your walls pulsed around his cock, begging him to take you deeper, to be rougher.

He was.

His hips moved more brutal, the wet and slick sounds reaching your ears as the hot stench of sex filled your nostrils. He drew his head back, one of your nipples still caught between his teeth, and you watched as he let go. Your nipple deliciously sore and erect as he kept pumping.

You could tell he was gritting his teeth and you tried to move your head closer to his so you could nip at his lips, biting gently until he let out a raw moan.

Deep inside of you, his cock hit that magical spot that made you see stars and you felt your orgasm was near. Just a few more thrust and he would chase you over the peak.

And then he moved angles, hooking one of your legs over his arm so he could hit you deep and hard and you cried out as you reached your peak, walls fluttering around him, milking him for all you were worth.

He didn’t come yet, though.

His thrust were firm as he kept up the pace. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. Your pussy sensitive around him as you came down from your high.

“Thought you were done, love? Think again, doll. I am just getting started.”

You whimpered when he retreated without a warning, his cock slipping from your sopping wet core with shaming ease. You looked up at him, cheeks flushed, still in the afterglow of your orgasm. But then he flipped you over, pushing your chest down on the filthy mattress and forcing your cheek down.

Another cry of pleasure escaped your lips as his cock slid back inside with ease. You felt a hand on your back, gently tapping, as he positioned himself with shallow thrusts. And then there was a rough smack against your ass before he started pounding harshly again, taking no pity on your poor cunt.

You gasped and moaned, trying to support yourself while you felt his hands roam your body, gently brushing past the nape of your neck before roughly squeezing down again.

And when that familiar belt encircled your neck, tightening with each thrust, you did not resist. Instead, you let him maneuver you up to your knees and leaned into the constriction, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps that fueled the fire within you.

In this angle, he was so deep inside, you could feel all of him inside of you. The hardness of his pulsing cock, the veins and all the ridges.

The loss of oxygen made your body squeeze tight around his pulsing shaft, your pussy clamping down like a vice on his hard cock. You tried to move your hips back, riding him as he rode you.

"Fuck, you really do love this, don't you?" he panted, his grip firm yet calculated, knowing just how far to push before it became too much.

"More," you managed to gasp out, riding the razor's edge between suffocation and ecstasy. His pace quickened, desperation clawing at his movements as he neared the precipice of release.

He was battering you now, your insides hurt so much that it felt so good. You weren’t going to be able to walk straight for days. Just the right kind of rough fuck that you had needed.

The man above you grunted as he buried himself balls deep. You could feel his cock pulsing, his balls tightening as he was close to tipping over the edge, His thrusts became rougher, harder, stroking you even deeper inside while his hands squeezed your breasts hard.

"Going to pull out," he warned, voice ragged with the effort of control. But you wouldn't have it. It wasn’t as if coming inside would have any consequences and so, you gave the command.

"Inside," the word a siren call that shattered his last semblance of restraint. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself within you, the act marking you in ways that went beyond the physical. You felt hotness flood deep into your core, felt how his cock hit you deep inside, balls pressed against you tight. It tipped you over the edge and you came again, not noticing he was squeezing one of your breasts tightly in his hand until you started to slowly come down from your high for the second time.

Had you really just done that? Had you really had one of the best fucks in your life?

As you both fought to catch your breath, an absurd bubble of laughter escaped your lips, the sound seemingly out of place in the grimness of your surroundings. He joined in, the chuckle muffled against your skin as he rested his forehead—still masked—against your naked shoulder.

"Didn't know I could enjoy something like this," he murmured, almost reflective amid the panting aftermath. His fingers worked quickly, deftly twisting your bounds until they had loosened. You flexed your fingers before you started to rub your wrists to try and get the blood flowing again.

“So,” he started, his voice a low murmur. “Those men…”

“Exes, almost lovers, men who cheated on my friends or were complete assholes.”

Although he was silent, you saw the slight movement of the mask as his chin tilted. So he had to think about that, huh?

“Like a little angel of justice,” he finally said, but you couldn’t tell if it was meant as a compliment or if you had disappointed him with your explanation.

“More like an angel of terror,” you matter-of-factly replied, brushing your hands past your thighs. “Dang, that was a good fuck though. I could get used to that cock of yours.”

A low hum escaped from behind his mask and you saw his hips jerk slightly. He seemed to like the compliment.

"Could keep you," he mused, the words hanging heavy between you. “Would be nice to have someone to share this all with. Talk to. Work together. Blow some steam off once in a while.”

A hum vibrated in your throat, noncommittal yet laced with dark intrigue "Yes," you whispered, the word slicing through the tension. "I could grow to like this... arrangement."

"Then I’ll better keep you alive, won’t I?" His voice was rough with amusement, the complete opposite of the frowning emotion on the mask.

“If you want to do this again,” you said.

He leaned closer to you and for a moment you feared what he was going to do. But when you felt his chapped lips press against your forehead you had to suppress a chuckle, because you had not expected for him to show this much sentiment.

With a push, he slid himself off the mattress. His bare feet sounded on the dirt floor like dull thuds. He turned, reaching for his discarded clothes.

A mistake.

With a grin, you revealed his belt from behind your back where you had kept it hidden while you had talked in the afterglow, the leather cool and smooth in your grip.

Carefully, you slipped from the mattress, naked feet on the floor, trailing after him. He was kneeling to pick up his pants when you, as silent as a ghost, came to stand behind him. He didn’t notice your presence until the belt was looped around his neck, catching him by surprise.

"Well, I really enjoyed our night together,” you said airily, like you hadn’t been his prisoner until a moment ago. “But I really got to be going. There’s a man waiting for me. Can’t disappoint a friend.”

You tightened the belt, the knuckles of your fists turning white by the sheer force while you enjoyed the sounds of him gasping. His hands reached for the belt, fingers unable to wiggle their way in between and relieve the pressure. Too thick, you thought as you watched the man struggle in your grip from above. Nice fingers to feel scissoring your cunt. But nope, you had to store that thought away for another rainy day. Perhaps next time when you visit him, you could get him to do a little foreplay on you.

The fact you even considered returning to this criminal was perhaps telling enough.

“I’m sure you’re clever enough to understand that next time when I come around, we’re gonna be fucking on your bed… or your couch or your kitchen. Any place that is not your creepy little basement.”

Then, you smirked, allowing him a little more space to breathe again. Which reminded you…

“I’m sure you’ll think twice about upsetting me,” your grin grew as you leaned forward, the belt tightening around his throat again while you whispered near his ear.

“Don’t forget,” you breathed, voice a low murmur, “You're only breathing because I allow it."

A serpent's hiss escaped your lips as you rose to your knees. The belt slipped away from his throat, falling to the floor with a clatter. His choked laughter bubbled up, the sound echoing off the concrete walls as you wrenched his phone from his pocket.

"Go ahead, try me," you taunted, the thrill of control sending shivers down your spine.

With a swift push against his chest, you sent him stumbling back. Not waiting to see if he recovered, you picked up your coat so you’d at least have something to cover your nakedness, and ascended the stairs, his laughter chasing you, a mad symphony to accompany your escape.

You stepped out of the basement, coming eye to eye with a large dog. With a grin, you flung the Grabber’s phone aside and onto the kitchen table, the bars finally popping up onto the screen, a freshly sent message illuminating the screen.

“Sit,” you told the dog, ignoring his growling as your eyes caught sight of something much more important. You stepped over to the kitchen counter, globs of sperm dripping down the inside of your leg. The dog seemed to have noticed it and stopped growling, curiously coming closer with his snout to brush past the inside of your leg – probably smelling his own master and being confused by it - while you picked up your own phone from the kitchen counter.

The Grabber’s phone number flashed on your screen and you grinned. You added his number. It would forever be embedded in your list… another name among many.

The man’s laughter still rang in your ears when you left his house, pinning the location on your phone and saving it for later.

Oh, you’d be back. And he’d better not break your heart.

AN: Hello lovelies. There's more fics to come, another Grabber one, a bit of Stu Macher. Bit of Afton. You'll see. For more, follow me (:

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azurlily · 3 months

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Hi idk how full your inbox is but I’d like to ask for Makima with a Chihuahua like reader (short and agressive and bratty basically) could it also be nsfw also thank you

Woooo! I've been thinking about this one for a bit. Makima is just like the perfect person for a brat, you cannot tell me otherwise. I made this sort of toxic because I honestly believe that any relationship with cannon Makima is gonna be fucked up in some way. If yall want non-toxic just say that in the request.

Makima x Bratty!Reader NSFW

"Do you enjoy you life, little red? Do you enjoy the things I buy you and the way I treat you?"

Makima enjoyed asking rhetorical questions a lot, especially when she was mad. That usually means you had to make her mad first, and despite her calm demeanor: it's fairly easy to anger her. A few snide comments here, a few too rough arm pulls there, maybe you decided to play around with Power or Denji.

In the end, you fucked up in some way, you fucked up so badly that she's completely lost it. Although...you enjoy that dont you? You enjoy when Makima has to grab you by the neck and practically hurl you into another room. You love when her hands find their way up your skirt; it's a warning, it always is.

Makima is by no means a kind woman. In fact she's the complete opposite of kind, she's mean, harsh, rough, and fucking cruel. Makima us a naturally sadistic person -not with everyone, you just fucked up somehow and she knew you were the one.

Now that you think about one of the subtlety not so kind things shes done is give you a nickname. "Little red". To her it's a way of making fun of you. You're easy o annoy(not that she isn't either because of you) and you face gets red when you're mad. The "little" part is solely because of your height, she enjoys reminding you every so often.

"If I pull out the gag will you respond the right way?"

You were essentially being told to watch your fucking mouth, or else. And you, ever the fucking idiot: didn't think twice when the ball gag was taken out.

"I thought you'd be angrier, I guess you really have gone soft, Miss Control Devil."

Oh, now you remember how you got here: you continued to run your mouth after she gave you two strikes.

The first strike was because when Denji told you that Power let him grope her. You very loudly said, "Wow I wonder if she'll let me do it too?!"

Of course you wouldn't, you're not Denji, you value your and Powers too. That was all it took though, you knew Makima was watching, she was always watch you. And when you were called up to her office and told to sit in a corner, and help her do paperwork for an hour you wonder if you made the right choice.

The second strike was not long after, you decided you were thirsty and begged Makima to let you grab a drink from.the vending machine downstairs. After you were pleading for ten minutes: she relented.

You practically ran downstairs, but once you were down there you realised you were alone. You remembered that there was a nice coffee shop not too far from here, she wouldn't mind if you got her something right? You went straight to the coffe shop, you knew by now there was something watch you. Not that it mattered!

"Maki! I got you a drink-please don't be mad!"

Were the first words that left your mouth once you walked in, and as you set the drink down you felt a small warmth in your stomach. That look, she's mad, not pissed but you're sure as hell in trouble...maybe. And of course that look turns you on, she looks so fucking hot when shes mad. When she looks like she wants to eat you alive.

If there was one thing in the relationship between you two that you hated it was your beight difference. Makima isn't all that tall, and yet you're right at chest level. Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's fun. Other times you remember just how fucking intimidating she can be.

"Hey...so y'know I never noticed how tall-"

"Strike two. Give me the drink and get back to the paperwork."

You put the drinks down and feel a hand on your arm, Makima gently pulls you closer. Until you're in her lap and your head is pressed ever so gently to her neck. You smile when you feel her kiss your neck, at the end of the day you matter most.

"Do you enjoy patronizing me? Or are you mad because of the. . .Denji thing?"

That's what you labeled it, and you refused to refer to what she's doing as anything else.

"Oh no, I mean give him all the attention you want. I was talking to Quanxi though-"

That did it, you were flipped over and slammed into the part of the desks without the drinks on it. You could feel the murderous intent coming off of her.

"Really? Her. Is she the hill you wish the be killed on, little red? I can assure you it will happen if you keep this up."

You tried and failed to turn your head, instead just giggle like a little girl.

"Oooh, is she a threat to you or something? I mean she and her girls are hot but-"

Makima flips you over so you're facing her, if looks could kill you'd be dead thrice over. You smile, this- this is what you needed for days. And finally she's giving it, finally.

You open your eyes, coming back to here and now.

Yeah that got you dragged onto her desk. You feel a hand wrap around her neck roughly; she's doing this to test you limits. Makima presses her body against yours, she looks at you for a few moments. Finally taking time to admire her handiwork, you look so fucking beautiful.

A red-ish orange rope was wrapped beautifully around your skin, the rope held your hands and arms back as well as wrapped around your tits. You weren't naked, but seeing as you were in a nice set of lingerie Makima buys for these occasions, you aren't exactly dresses either.

Within it all you were originally wearing a red ball gag that was now covered in spit. And the best part? A small, ruby red plug was set inside your ass. And of course a small bullet vibrator that Makima had set to one, although now she's regretting not just leaving it on five and walking out.

"Every. Single. Fucking. Time. I think were making progress, and then you go a do this. At this point I feel inclined to ask: do you enjoy being punished?"

You knew the answer just as much as she does: fuck yes. Makima wants to hear it, she wants the words to leave your tear stained face. C'mon say it for her, wont you?

As you begin to answer, Makima turn the vibrator up to three. Oh, she wants you fucked.

"Y-yes!"

Makima looks down with a smile, she's enjoying this past sexual gratification. She enjoys seeing you so dependent on her, so needy. And despite how much you act out: you'll be in her bed each nice. So it doesn't matter anyways.

"Yes what, little red? I need specifics."

Oh this bitch.

"F-fuck you, you can't make me say shit!"

That did it for her. Makima backs away slowly, her hands going to her temples. She looks back and you and then the clock in the room, she has a meeting and an hour. That's plenty of time to handle this. But before that-

"What's your color?"

"Green."

One word, yet it completely determines how this hour will go.

"Good girl, good girl. If only you could respond this swiftly all the time."

Makima takes a few things from her desk: a bigger vibrator, a blindfold, and a strap-on.

"Remember, what happens next is your fault, little red."

I'm sorry it's not great, I just wanted to finish this as soon as possible!

#wlw #lesbian #im bad at this #women are hot #kinda toxic #chainsaw man #makima smut #makima x reader #makima #fem reader #brat reader #nsft

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irides-solstice · 2 months

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‿̩͙‿ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ‿̩͙‿

You shriek as a tight pull on your hair forces you to lift your head. Your puffy eyes finally greeting his golden sunset like eyes. "Now darling was that so hard?" He droned out bored, caging his arms around you. He speaks to you in a tone dripped with scorn, before he sharply inhales to relax himself. You should have kept yourself in check. It's his fault really, how can he leave you alone for that long and not expect what was essentially a temper tantrum.

Yet you can't stop your heart from fluttering at the extra attention. Yes, you were acting like a brat, but really all you wanted was his attention... Despite his anger, the velvety texture of his voice was soothing to you.

Lulling you into a false sense of tranquillity. Seeing your lack of a response, his eyes only got that much sterner. Afterall, if you can't behave yourself in public... Perhaps he should lend a hand.

What good is an unruly pet?

‿̩͙‿ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ‿̩͙‿

#Ch: Claudiee 💝✨#Black Butler #kuroshitsuji #claude faustus #black butler imagines #claude faustus x reader #Kuroshitsuji imagines #Anime imagines #Manga #Anime #Brat reader #drabble #claude x reader #Claude faustus x reader #yandere claude #oops I forgot this acc existed and literally just realised I should post more-#Black butler x reader #ᴛʜɴx ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ 💟✨

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mhathotfic · 9 months

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Teasing your roommate Kirishima all day long with the panties and oversized hoodie combo, not only that, it’s his way too big for you hoodie you stole from him like 2 weeks ago.

The one with the zipper that likes to unzip itself so you keep flashing him your tits “on accident”.

Eventually he takes the hint and sits you on his lap with the hoodie open and your panties pushed to the side so his thick fingers can stretch your little pussy. All so you’ll be able to take his dick and he won’t be nice about it either.

“Why’d you have to go and play games, hmm? If you wanted my cock you could have asked” he says in a sing-song tone. You feel cheated, how were you supposed to know this side of him existed? How can you pull this side out again?

#bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #thirst post #rated r #brat reader

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reblog-reblog666 · 5 months

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I usually don’t make these posts but y’all pls I’m begging, I need more Brat!Reader x Dom!Matt Murdock smut fics. It’s driving me crazy I don’t understand how it isn’t more popular, like I get that everyone wants to be good for him but I crave being a tease, or especially flat out disobeying. Imagine you’re making out and it starts to get steamy or you’re even are in the middle of sex but he has to leave for whatever reason (idk potential client or some shit) and he tells you not to touch yourself while he’s gone (bonus points if he finishes before he leaves but you don’t get to). I want reader to touch herself as soon as he’s out of earshot (or maybe not 😜), possibly even orgasm, and have him be able to smell it when he gets home. Have her play coy and lie to rile him up even more. Idk, I’m not confident enough in my writing ability to do this myself 😭

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fanfic #marvel #brat reader #dom!matt murdock x sub!fem reader #dom!matt murdock #dom! matt murdock x brat!reader

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wandasfifthwife · 2 months

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coming soon ༺ needing me

CEO!Wanda x fem!reader

a/n: this is from this prompt voting earlier! prompt three won.

fic has since been released, find it here

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dom wanda #wanda maximoff x female reader #top wanda #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #jealous reader #bottom!reader #x sub!reader #sub!reader #brat reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda x reader smut #mommy wanda

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captain039 · 6 months

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Devil in training

Raphael x devil!reader

Warnings: age gap, swearing, devil things, tension, sexual, possessiveness, smut, teasing, jealousy, brat reader, 18+, self touching, self exploring, reader has just been made, but is an adult and knows stuff lolol, innocent reader

Your surroundings were hotter than usual, your body was hotter than usual. You opened your eyes staring at the deep red ceiling with intricate patterns adorning it. You tilted your head in confusion, where were you? Who were you? You sat up glancing down your body, what were you wearing? A beautiful dress.

“So you’ve awoken” you jolted at the sound of a voice something behind you shuffling. You frowned glancing behind you seeing two red bay like wings.

“They’re wings little mouse” the devil in front of you said, devil? How did you know things and not know who you were?

“Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?” The questions tumbled out and the devil rolled his eyes.

“So my father just gave you knowledge of everything else, but a name?” He scoffed, father?

“Oh delightful” you frowned seeing another devil behind him, one wearing a lot less making you gulp. He held a smirk looking extremely similar to the well dressed devil.

“A new play thing” the almost naked one said.

“No” the nicely dressed one said sternly.

“No fun” the almost naked one sauntered over and you backed up.

“Back off” you snapped wings flurrying in response.

“Oh, feisty I do so love the feisty ones” he chuckled before the devil behind him snapped his fingers and the other devil was gone. You stuttered seeing some smoke left in his place.

“Raphael” he said bowing slightly.

“Uh” you gulped trying to flicker through your mind for a name before you said it.

“Hm, come up with that just now?” He chuckled and you glared.

“I had no other choice!” You snapped as he repeated your new name.

“Good” he said and you felt a tingle go up your spine.

“Now, why are you here little mouse?” He asked, did he just ignore the fact that you now had a name?

“How am I supposed to know?!” You yelled and he raised an eyebrow.

“Loud aren’t you” he sighed.

“I have every right to be” you said huffing as you finally crawled off the bed wincing when you squished your tail? You frowned glancing behind you seeing a tail moving.

“That’s a tail dear” he commented.

“Yeah no shit dumbass!” You said.

“I don’t appreciate your tone little mouse” his tone lowered and you looked back to him, his eyes stern. You gulped slightly muttering an apology.

“Good, at least you’ll be easy to train” he said and your mouth hung open.

“Train? Excuse me I am not a pet” you put your hands on your hip and huffed and he chuckled darkly.

“Oh but you are, the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be” he said and you froze, what is this?

“What exactly is this?” You asked hesitantly and he smirked.

“Hell” he said.

The devil, Raphael had not been lying when he said this was hell, you were literally a slave, doing his dirty work, not like he had real slaves around the house to do all of it, no he wanted to make your life a personal hell. You didn’t even get a chance to find out about yourself who you were, you sometimes go glanced in the mirror, an odd face staring back at you, horns on your head, fangs in your mouth and black filled eyes with colour in the middle. Your wings and tail were difficult, you had trouble controlling them, you assumed it was like your other limbs that seemed to be working just fine, but no, you knocked things over very often and Raphael would sigh or roll his eyes making you clean whatever you knocked over up. You had your own room thankfully, a big bed, a fire place, not that hell really needed more fire. You often spent nights reading whatever books you stole from his library or journaling so you might make sense of who you were and how you knew everything, but yourself. You read about humans, elves, gnomes, teiflings, Dragonborn’s whatever races were in the mortal plain, it fascinated you, you wished to go there to explore learn about their ways and customs. Though if you even hinted it to Raphael he’d snap harder than a belt and send you to your room like a child. You were an adult, physically, you had the body of a woman, you’d stare at yourself sometimes, unsure of what it all meant. You’d touch yourself, run your hands down your hips, your arms and legs, over your chest, only over your chest it felt different, especially over your nipples. It was like a light tingly shock went through you and your lower stomach would clench. You’d explore lower running your finger through your folds and how that same tingly feeling ran up your spine and made you feel good. You focused on one point of your body, rubbing slowly at first with light pressure before building and building till your body shook and euphoria filled your body. You chased that feeling often, enjoying how it made your body shake and jolt, problem was, you only knew it felt good, didn’t know what it meant.

You sat idly in Raphael’s office fiddling with your wings, you found they were also sensitive, making your thighs clench together.

“As much as I enjoy watching you pleasuring yourself we have business” Raphael said and you looked to him as he stood.

“Pleasuring?” You asked and he gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that?” You added and he chuckled lightly.

“So you didn’t come fully aware of your body” he said and you frowned as he walked to you and stood in front of you.

“I can hear you at night, your little gasps and moans, exploring your body” his claw gently traced down your cheek and hooked under your chin, you felt your body shudder and the facial or clench of excitement in your stomach.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He leant down face inches from yours as you forgot how to breathe. You simply nodded and he smirked, his fangs showing.

“Perhaps when you ‘sneak’ into my library you should look over some romance novels” his claw left your chin and he walked to the door leaving you breathless. Wait he knew about your library stealing?!

You quickly followed him to the soul pillar room as a rune began to glow on the ground.

“I promise I put the books back!” You said as he chuckled.

“Little mouse, I know all about your sneaking around, I know everything that happens in this house, I let you do it” he grinned as he began to mutter some infernal words. You groaned quietly and cursed yourself tail swishing relentlessly behind you.

“Come here” he ordered and you did.

“What’s going on?” You asked as he suddenly waved a spell on you. You froze looking down at your body, no tail, no wings, you felt your head, no horns.

“What did you do?!” You yelled and he winced glaring at you as he changed his form also.

“Making us human” he rolled his eyes as he dragged you into the circle. You almost screamed and closed your eyes tightly as magic pulsed around you and stopped.

“You can open your eyes” Raphael tsked and you let go of your breath and opened your eyes. You frowned at the rather bright interior of whatever house this was.

“Where are we?” You asked curiously as you looked around.

“The devils fee” he said and you raised an eyebrow laughing slightly.

“You’re always childish, Baldurs gate, Faerun” wait, did he say Baldurs gate? You were in the material plain?

“Where in the material plain?” You squealed and he growled making you stop instantly as someone opened the door.

“Raphael what a surprise” a halfling woman said and you stared at her in awe.

“And you brought company, why is she staring like that?” The woman frowned. Raphael clicked his fingers in front of your face and you jolted thinking he cast a spell, but he didn’t.

“Let’s just say she’s been alive for two months” Raphael rolled his eyes and the woman frowned again.

“Alright, come on down” she said walking out the door, you and Raphael following. Your mouth hung open the whole way down the stairs as you began to inspect every skull and trinket she had in her shop before you spotted outside. You stared in awe looking at the clear blue sky and yellow, extremely bright! Sun. You winced and looked away as you saw some people walking by, you stared and walked after them grinning from ear to ear. They walked off quickly, but you got distracted by the walls, the crates, the grass and puddles. You found yourself caught up in a crowd hearing chatter upon chatter, nothing like the house of hopes. You saw a little boy holding up some paper and walked over.

“2 gold ma’am, lasted stories!” He said and you frowned, you didn’t have any gold. You could just take it from him, that wasn’t among human custom though, you think. You smiled and left as you wandered the streets before an angry Raphael appeared in front of you.

“Did I say you could run off?” He said eyes angry.

“You can’t expect me to not run off” you said hands crossing over your chest as he gritted his teeth.

“If you don’t behave I will send you back home” he said and you tensed.

“Fine, but you-“ he raised an eyebrow and you shut up before following him quietly. You wandered the streets your grin coming back as you glanced in buildings the best you could and looked at all the people. You saw some overly large steel beings also, nothing with a soul, just huge things with swords following around armoured men and women, fascinating.

You crossed a bridge heading to another part of the city, you chuckled softly peering over the edge wondering if you could just fly off it only to be pulled back by an angry Raphael.

“Focus” he said and you pouted, but continued to follow him. You finally entered a building, sharess caress, you smiled as you saw people everywhere.

“Welcome back” the older woman smirked behind the counter.

“Oh and you’ve brought company” she winked at you and you smiled.

“Don’t get any ideas” Raphael growled in warning making you frown. The woman laughed and you tensed slightly, but Raphael did nothing.

“Of course, off you go” she shooed you away and you followed Raphael through the building and up the stairs. You frowned walking past doors hearing moans coming from inside.

“No” Raphael said as your hand reached for the door. You groaned and followed him to where he had stopped.

“The devils den?” You questioned seeing the sign.

“Get in” he said and you put your hands up and went inside. You stopped slightly seeing the lovely room. A big bath to your left, fancy rosewood furniture and a large bed at the end on a round platform with petals on the floor.

“Why’re we here?” You asked curiously as you looked through the room.

“We are going to make some deals” he said and you froze.

“Devil deals?” You said.

“Yes” he said apparently unbothered.

“I am not-“ you struggled, you were a devil, you were not a dealing devil.

“A dealing devil!” You said and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Thats your job! Isn't it?” You gulped finding yourself slightly unstable without your wings or tail.

“This form feels funny” you said glancing behind you, seeing no tail or wings.

“You can’t wander around the city as a devil little mouse, a cat will get you” Raphael said. You frowned slightly hearing a cry next door, you glanced to Raphael who only smirked.

“Should we help them?” You asked gesturing to next door and the devil laughed.

“They don’t need any help my dear” he laughed sitting down on a plush red chair.

“Come” he patted his thigh and you raised an eyebrow in question. The devil gave you a hard stare and you walked over till you were standing in front of him.

“Sit” he gestured to his lap and you hesitated.

“I can grab another chair” you pointed to the wooden one by the desk.

“I said sit” he ordered and you gulped and climbed into his lap. You didn’t put any weight on him, you sat awkwardly on your knees as Raphael looked up at you, head resting on his hand.

“Little mouse how many times must I repeat myself” he said annoyed as his hand rested on your hip and forced you to sit on him. You froze in place arms huddled to your chest as your body ran hotter than normal.

“Good girl” he said and you stared at him wide eyed, your lower stomach clenching.

“Why am I sitting here?” You asked hesitantly as he smirked his hand still on your hip.

“I thought we were devil dealing” you mumbled unable to keep his stare.

“We are” he smirked.

“I’ve read about it, this isn’t how we deal, there’s contracts, manipulation, lying-“ he cut you off with a pointed look and you silenced yourself.

“This isn’t in the books” you mumbled.

“This is in books you haven’t read, little mouse” he said his hand slipping under your shirt. The contact made you gasp quietly, strange to have someone else touch you.

“What books?” You asked hesitantly and he chuckled devishly.

Next part ->

#Raphael x reader #x reader #devils #bg3 #Raphael bg3 #cambion reader #brat reader #dom/sub

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predictable-affairs · 2 years

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Fate? in: i. Blonde men

Student body!Bakugou x f!reader smut - kakegurui au

tw: smut; spanking; impact play; dirty talk; name calling; brat taming; slight petplay; fingering; size kink; power imbalance.

Starting a new school is never easy. All the rules you have to learn, written and unwritten, all the new friend you have to make, the new personas you have to create to fit in. The time it takes to gain trust from others. And the absolute hell it is trying to understand another person.

It was way easier when we were younger. The kids would tease and make fun of you, until you got the hang of. And when you showed a hidden talent… Oh! And there you go with a band of friends.

Simple friends.

Simple times…

However, the older you get, the more do things change. No one cares for teasing you to get comfortable around. No one really takes that much of an interest in you, unless you stand out in some sort of way, but even then, it’s quiet giggles and whispers, never adding you to the conversation.

That’s when you need to add more initiative and that’s when you start to gain a reputation.

Making friends and talking to people, the history of what you said is what grants you a role in the school’s hierarchy. And that’s exactly how you do it here in this new school, right?

Yeah, as long as you plan being a nobody in the eyes of this school.

Hyakkaou Private Academy is not one of those places.

Making friends and telling intriguing stories is not the way you’ll gain a name for yourself in this school.

Hyakkaou Academy is an intimate and alluring place. With dark walls, black and red uniforms, and an atmosphere rivaling the comparison of classical erotic romance novels, this prestigious school is where your worth is measured not just by how much money you have, but how much you can gain gambling.

And you’re exactly here; with a scholarship and funds from the school no less.

You’ve heard about this Academy before, read all about it in the newspaper.

“Student from Hyakkaou Private Academy shocks economists by increasing government funding for public schools and work sectors!”

“Student from prestigious Academy becomes world’s top investor.”

“Hyakkaou Academy scores first for best exam scores in all of Japan yet again!”

The fame, the knowledge these students were getting, the money that comes with it too.

You were hoping for all that too, as soon as you stepped foot onto campus. However, destiny and fate are never really fair when your bank account isn’t drained by luck.

Oh boy, did you have a lot to learn.

“Show your cards!”

And you were going to learn fast.

“Hngh…”

“Well come on, show your cards, loser!”

A high, bit raspy voice, probably belonging to a female.

“Full house!”

Oh, and there seems to be a boy talking. It seems like his voice is shaking a bit. Is it nerves? Yet so much relief put into those two words…

“Heh,”

“Four of a kind.”

And the noise! So much noise now, it seems there’s a commotion starting from those simple words. Are they playing some sort of game?

“Bring me the tag!”

“There you go, little puppy,”

What’s going on there?

“Now go get me some strawberry milk!”

You never would’ve guessed that the shadows of people preforming against the floor were of a blonde-haired boy, with, what looks to be a thick black streak in his hair, kneeling in front of a messy, blonde-haired girl.

Hmm, he seems… cute.

“Hm? What are you waiting for? Move, housepet!”

“I- please! Please, lend me a bit more money, Himiko! I swear I can repay, just give me a week! A week! Please!”

“I didn’t ask you to repay me your debt, I asked you to go get me my drink!”

“And last I checked, dogs don’t speak, they bark.”

“…”

“Bark, housepet! That is an order!”

“…”

“I said bark!”

“…woof…”

“I couldn’t hear you, pet~”

“Woof!”

“Atta boy!”

“Now go be a good puppy and fetch me what I asked of you.”

“…woof.”

What’s this? What’s happening?

Why is she treating that poor boy that way?

More importantly: why is no one stopping her?!

“Hey! You can’t treat a human being that way!”

You swear it was said that this is a prestigious and respectful school. So why is this sort of thing happening? The games and privileges of the rich; maybe you’ll never understand.

“Huh?”

Such a high pitch exclaim, annoyance so audible it echoes through the room.

“Who said that?”

The blonde boy sees you, oh how the color drains from his face.

“Hey you, new girl.”

Why does he seem even more anxious than before?

“Me?”

“Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

It’s as if burning, his eyes feel so intense. Everyone’s eyes feel so…

“You the goody-two-shoes telling me how to treat my pets?”

“I, uh…”

Though, perhaps, it’s not that different. After all, confidence is key.

“Yeah… yeah, I am.”

“Hm,”

The expression she gives, not a single muscle pulled for a smile. Mayne instead of smile lines, she’ll have frown lines when she gets old.

“You don’t know the rules here, do you?”

They’re all staring at you.

“No, as a matter of fact, I do.”

Silence. Perhaps stunned silence?

“And I don’t think this just goes for the school.”

“I think, that everywhere, you treat people as human beings; this being no exception.”

The blonde girl tilts her head, she seems more open this way.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, and I’m not letting you treat this poor boy that way,”

You turn to look at him, still so much worry echoing in his face, it seems to reap as electricity does.

“You can’t let them treat you this way, you’re a human being.”

The boy still doesn’t move. Why won’t he speak?

“Come on, get up, let’s go and talk to a teacher about this.”

What you’re doing is right, right? No one should be allowed to bully someone like this. Then why does it feel as if you’re rain on oil?

“Ahaha!!”

What a high-pitched laugh.

“You really are clueless, aren’t you, new meat?”

“God, we’re gonna have so much fun corrupting you.”

Why won’t he move? Why won’t anybody move?

“What do you mean?”

“With that attitude of yours, there’s only two ways your time here will go,”

What is she talking about?

“You’ll probably end up losing fate while staying here and end up in the shadows.”

“Or?”

“Heh,”

She smiles, an intimidating sight.

“Or, you’ll become a housepet, just like your little friend here.”

Liar, she’s a liar, she knows nothing of what she talks about.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself mixed into, new meat.”

No, maybe you don’t.

“No, I don’t know.”

She can rot in hell, everyone can rot in hell if they think they can intimidate you.

You walk forward. You don’t know how to play these games, but you do understand the school. No one holds empathy for each other, cause that’s what they feel they deserve. And those who do? They end up bullied and stuffed into lockers as trash. This school doesn’t care about your story, or even your history. Hell, even your background is irrelevant. Money? That’s one thing, but control, power? That will get anyone on their knees in front of you to beg for mercy.

You’re manicured nails dig into the wood of the desk.

“But I’m sure I’ll catch up,”

Money and power.

“Hm, then why not try right now? Save your little friend from his oh so terrible fate!”

Control.

“And how would I do that?”

You can gain all that through one thing.

“Gambling.”

…

“The rules of this game are simple.”

“We’re gonna play durak.”

“You have to protect yourself from my cards by placing a higher-ranking card on top with the same symbol. The cards with the same symbol as the one on the bottom of the deck are trump cards that can beat any card except other trump cards.”

“The goal is to get rid of all of your cards, however, you have to have six cards in your hand until there are no more cards in the deck.”

“If you don’t have a way to protect yourself from a card, you have to take them all.”

“Any questions?”

A game of luck to free the boy with the black streaked hair from his debt.

“No.”

“Good, then let’s begin!”

…

Russian games are always so scary. The names or the way they end up. You guess this card game fits both. The way each card is set on the table, oh the swirls, they’re all so intricate. You’ve never seen playing cards so beautiful. They’d never belong anywhere else but here. That’s what you get for a school specializing in gambling.

The hierarchy seems weird and pitiful even. The way everyone seems to care less and less. The way you can raise your status just as easily as you can drop it. Actually, no. It’s a bit more difficult to raise your status than lower, since just money won’t help you win a gamble. It can be the death of you, really.

Oh, how fun it’d be to waste it, to waste someone else’s money. To reap your life choices with no consequences or repercussions. How fun it’d be to get money for nothing. How fun it’d be to get money just because someone thinks you’re special.

Oh, how fun it’d be to be you.

You, a scholarship student. A person, which the school decided was special, and gave you an enormous sum of money just to go to their school. Money, which you can spend here gambling to save the lives of others.

Yeah, that’s exactly what you want to do. That’s exactly what you’re going to do!

Screw these rich snobs! This is exactly the situation people can’t help but get into, because there’s no other way of life for them, no other way to realize their dreams, even with hard work. Kiss up or beat the rich kids, but no one likes a kiss up.

“Last three cards, new meat.”

Shit, she’s right, she’s on her last cards and there’s five cards left in the pile.

“Ten of diamonds.”

“Two of clubs.”

Damnit! A trump card; she wouldn’t use it unless she had a higher one.

“Got anything more?”

She knows she’s going to win; she wouldn’t be asking me for more if she didn’t, she must have a really high trump card.

“No, your turn.”

“Hm, hehe~”

What is she…

“Hey! You can’t do that!”

“Hm, what do you mean?”

“You can’t take the bottom card!”

“Hm, but I am~”

“That’s against the rules.”

“Not in my game of durak.”

“I never specifically said you have to take the top card of the pile,”

“So I’ll take the four I need from the bottom~”

“But you-“

“Relax, I’ll leave the one for you, but oh! Would you look at that,”

The girl raises her elbow, as the bracelets make a harmonizing sound clashing together, she takes a shimmering card from her hand. All you can see is white for a minute, as the polished surface seems to direct light right at you.

“King of clubs!”

Shit, now you’re really screwed.

She giggles with joy and malice, shooting a look right at you, faux sympathy sewn between her words.

“You wanna give up now, or keep playing, see how far you’ll get?”

No, you’re determined to save this boy from the utter humiliation he’s been put in.

“No, let’s keep going.”

You’ll win this somehow.

“Fine, can’t wait to have two adorable little housepets~”

You definitely will.

…

“Oh, and would you look at that, we both have one card left,”

Her eyes dance around the table.

“Ah, but there’s one more card left in the deck.”

“It’s all yours, new meat.”

“I…”

Shit, shit, SHIT! How could this happen, how did it end up like this?!

One card, ONE card, and you know she kas the king of clubs. God, this is so unfair! Sorry, but it seems you just couldn’t save him, the boy with the black streaked hair. Guess you’ll both have to succumb to the fate of bad luck.

And that smile, that smirk on his face, it’ll go away. It’ll go away with the next one card.

Card…

The card!

You can’t believe it. It’s… it’s an ace of clubs!

“Well, your turn, new meat.”

She interrupts your thoughts like darkness over light, however the polish of these cards will never cease to bring light.

“Ace of clubs.”

“What…?”

The blonde girl seems to drain. She looks as if an empty blood bag, all see through and crumbled, about to be tossed in the trash with small little blood drops and smears.

She picks up the card, her bracelets no longer dangle with the glee and mischief they did before, adding it to the collection of cards that was and is her demise.

“Queen of spades.”

And that’s how she lost. That’s, how you ended up saving the boy. And that’s exactly when lady luck started enveloping you.

Maybe luck wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it’s a viable currency to have. No inflation, and no cost of investments, all you have to do is control, for it’ll come to you naturally.

Lady luck, the spotted currency of our future. And power, the food that’ll feed luck, the light that will bring demise to this school.

You, the key to ending them all.

…

Four months have passed since you joined the Hyakkaou Private Academy.

And it’s been exactly four months since your very first gamble.

The blonde girls name, you learned, was Himiko Toga, and she was one of the students that recently gained fame, for suddenly rising to the top in the gambling game. Luck had quickly overcome her, and she was playing games with people left and right, sometimes even challenging some of the higher ups, however, never getting too far. Himiko became arrogant. And it seems that arrogance and luck don’t mix transparently for long.

The time for her downfall accumulated quickly, and what seemed to crack the hourglass was the gamble with you. After winning the game and freeing the blonde boy with the black streak in his hair (whose name, you later learned, was Denki), Himiko felt humiliated and challenged you to another game, however, turning it down as to not push your luck too much, Himiko seemed to become even more enraged, starting to question if ‘do you even know who I am?!’ and threatening to ‘ruin your life and start here at this school!!’.

Long story short, Himiko didn’t seem to recover from her loss, going on to engage in even riskier and bigger gambles, until she played herself into debt and is now rumored to be a housepet.

However, for you, luck seemed to cling on as if a bee to honey. Was it beginners’ luck? Were you just that good at playing the variety of card games? Did your mind just function a different way? Was it easier for you to grasp the concepts and loopholes of such games? You found as time went on, you raised these questions to yourself more and more.

And as time went on, you seemed to slowly lose the path to the quest you seemed to grace yourself upon.

“Alright, so that’s three today, we can end it here as to not push our luck too hard,”

“Uhuh…”

“But with the way it’s going, I’d say we have quite good chance of saving another.”

“Right.”

“They seem to be-“

“These gambles are getting boring.”

“What?”

“I don’t know… It just seems that there isn’t the same excitement there is to them as there was before…”

“Was before? (y/n), it’s been four months.”

“And?”

“And I think the winnings are getting to your head.”

It’s true, it does seem that the late string of success is seemingly getting longer, however thinner too.

“Agh! I don’t know, Denki, I think I’m just used to the level of stupidity these people radiate.”

“Wow, that’s low.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to win against them?”

“Yeah, once you figure them out, it’s easy, boring sailing from there.”

“Maybe you should challenge more powerful opponents.”

“Meh, they’ll probably be even easier to figure out,”

The arrogance.

“Spoiled little babies with golden spoons up their ass.”

It’s getting to you.

“Easy.” you sit back lamely, with a flail of your hand in the air, a show of boredom. You probably look like a rococo painting, spilled on the red sofa, as if a garden of red dahlias surrounds you. Dramatic.

“If you feel that way, maybe you should candidate for the student body president.” Denki seems a little fed up.

“Hmm… maybe…”

“It’d be for a good cause.” he tries to encourage.

“I’ll think about it,”

The coziness of the lonesome breakroom seems to dissipate slowly, as if melting time.

Melting time.

Time is melting…

A groan escapes your lips.

“Whatever, let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Doesn’t matter, just go.”

…

The library once made a huge impression on you. The love for literature runs deep in the Hara blood. Legend has it that when spilled, your families blood roots deep into the soil and grows the most mightiest libraries. Apparently, that’s how the library of Alexandria came to be, and apparently it burned down because of rivaling enemies.

So, it’s no surprise that the same love for books runs deep within your soul. From learning to read at the age of three, to sleeping in the library, amongst the books is where you feel most at home.

The school’s library was definitely something to behold. It’s a place that seemed to flood instant stillness onto you. At the beginning weeks, you spent a lot of time here, sitting and reading, finding meaning amongst the words of dead trees.

However, it faded quickly, as one late night here opened a whole new world of the school to you. The conversations, the moans, the gambles – it all seemed so strange, so sacred, so… sacrilegious. The library was a sanctuary, yet it’s defiled by the dirty thoughts and lustful actions preformed here late at night.

You’re back here, the middle of day. The day is when the sanctuary sleeps, and so it seems not much action is taking place today.

A few gambles, some poorly hidden makeout sessions, and a sprinkle of studying students. The definition of a diverse haven.

“Deeenki–!”

“Right here, (y/n).”

“I’m bored, let’s gamble for a bit.” You smile at the blonde man, flashing the glossiest eyes you can in an attempt to persuade him.

“Oh man, I’d sure love to,” he excuses, “but I think I’m done for today, gonna save my energy for the night.”

Ugh, excuses, excuses.

“You prude, you’re just afraid I’m going to win again.” You argue.

“Maybe,” he steps closer to you, right in front, “so I think I’ll save myself the humiliation and meet you later at class.” He leans down and gently pecks your forehead. This doesn’t seem to satisfy you.

“Denkiii–!” you whine.

He leans back.

“Yeah yeah, why don’t you stomp your foot too and start fussing even more.” He muses, playfully teasing you.

“Screw you!” you retort as he turns his back and simply waves, walking out of the huge room and probably to the café.

Whatever, guess you’ll have to find your own fun.

…

One, two, three gambles in and the adrenaline is already wearing off. It’s boring, really. The fourth gamble is no longer to save a housepet. The fifth gamble is no longer a small sum of money at stake. The sixth gamble gets some blood rushing to that head, as it no longer stops at card games. And the seventh? Oh, the seventh gamble is what sends you to heaven. The riskiest one with the biggest amount of money at stake and even later: your life.

Success did not abandon your eyes for even a second; the housepets, the money, the winnings, following you like a tightly sewn shadow, not one piece daring to flake.

With power and luck, adrenaline seems to disappear, soaked up with the likes of a drying sponge, right in heat.

And so, it seems that–

Oh?

Who’s that? Who’s there?

Another little blonde boy seemingly not knowing where to gamble?

He seems lost.

Come on, why don’t you be a good little girl and help this poor student out. Show him the ropes, get him under your wing. After all, you are the best, so why not give him a good start.

A little voice whispers to you in the back of your head. ‘It’s wrong,’ it says, ‘your mission is to save them, not gamble them into debt’.

But, is it really that wrong? From the looks of it, he’s going to gamble himself into debt sooner or later, so why not make the circumstances nice and at least give him an easy start, a chance to grasp the reality of his situation and then let him go when he seems to toughen up a bit.

‘You mean, pays you back,’

No.

Maybe…

‘He won’t have anything to pay you back with if you do this’

Hm, then he’ll be a pretty little housepet for you. Plus, he’d look just so adorable right on his knees for you.

Hm, this voice is getting annoying, and if you hover around too long, he might just get taken away. Go to him.

‘It’s wrong!’ the little voice screams. It seems to keep fading away. So far, far away…

Meh, what does it know about wrong and right? This feels right, this feels… exciting. So you’re going to do it. You’ll cure your boredom here, for now…

“Why hello there, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” you extend your hand with a smile, “I’m (y/n), what’s your name?” you keep that cute, most innocent smile you can gather plastered strongly on your face.

The blonde man turns around, throwing one fiery eye down to you, right from his shoulder. There seems to be true warmth burning and melting your face off, as his stare only intensifies the longer you stay quiet.

You know, he doesn’t look too bad up front. Even a bit scarier than you initially thought and saw from afar. Clean blonde hair defiantly, though, nicely, spiked with a little bad boy punk vibe. Sharp eyes and jaw that, no doubt, look just gorgeous looking up at you and dirtied. And the way his uniform fits him… He’s bigger than you, taller too. Shrinking a bit in his presence, he seems firm. Those biceps can’t successfully hide from you, and no doubt the abdomen under his shirt has a nice, hard round to it. The belt on those pants? Seems a bit loose, you catch yourself wondering if he has a pretty little trail down his stomach that you can trace down with your finger…

Oh, you can tell he’ll be a fun one to break.

“Bakugou.” a rough voice interrupts your thoughts.

You smile at him even more, not moving your hand for an inch. Bakugou seems to ignore this, staring at you lazily, a neutral frown flowing through his face.

“I said your name, dummy” you tease, lightheartedly laughing.

Bakugou shifts his eyes to your hand and back to you, his hands occupied by his pockets. He snarls.

“And it’s polite to shake a person’s hand when they offer!” scolding him seems to drag a bit more emotion out.

His eyes dart down, up, up, up and, he smiles, sharp white teeth shining on display.

“Katsuki,” he continues smiling a malicious grin, grabbing your outstretched palm, that was starting to get sore from how long you were waiting for him to shake it. He shakes it roughly, a truly firm, authoritative grip.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, (y/n)?”

The way he says, uses your name, flakes of boldness seem to simmer from your eyes.

“No actually, I’m not.” A little sparkle glints in your eye; how cute.

How cute indeed he thinks.

“What business do you have with me?” Bakugou cuts right to the chase, a bored expression now shadowing his face.

“Well, I, uhm...” you’re caught off guard, “I wanted to show you around the school, introduce you to the rules and all.” you beam, confidence once again pooling in your voice.

“Don’t need it.” he states simply, hardly swaying his hand, putting it right back into his pocket. You realize you’re losing his attention as he starts to slowly fidget, absently turning around.

“Oh, well, I’m sure I can give you a better tour,” you lean in “I can even show you all the cool hidden places.” you giggle as if you just told a secret in middle school.

“Like I said, don’t need it.” he shrugs, now fully taking the attention out of your grasp and turning to walk away onto his business.

No? Is he saying no? No one ever tells you no!

“Hey! Why don’t you quit being so arrogant, or it’ll get you into a lot of trouble around here.” dissatisfaction slurring the lines of your sentence.

He starts laughing. How adorable, a little bitch that doesn’t know her place.

“What’s so funny, you jerk!”

God, you’re like a child.

“Why don’t you watch that tongue of yours,”

“It’ll get you in a lot of trouble.”

How dare he? Ho fucking dare he?!

You don’t even feel bad about the fate your about to bestow upon him.

Neither does he.

“You know what?” you’re fed up, “I challenge you to a gamble.”

He looks back at you from afar. Confusion seems to color his face.

Yeah, this’ll show him.

“Why would I even-”

“It’s the school’s rules,” you cut him off, “you can’t refuse a gamble.” lies flow out of your mouth like dust from a book.

Bakugou smiles.

“Really?” he questions, “those are some dumb rules, don’t you think?”

Ugh! Why is he so difficult!

“No, they’re not dumb, and you have to obey them!” more symphonies of lies.

“So, let me get this straight,”

“I can’t refuse any gamble, even if I don’t have any money?”

God, you’re so cute when you get lost in your lies. He would just love to place a few hard smacks on that plump ass of yours, see if you’d stop being such a brat.

“Well, no… but…”

But, but, what?

“But you can’t refuse a gamble from a higher up, and since you’re new, you have to listen to me.”

You’d look so cute if you started crying right now.

“Fine,” Bakugou laughs, “I’ll gamble with you, princess.”

Yes! Finally! You’ll show this little bastard his place.

You grin.

“But,” Bakugou interrupts, “we play my game, by my rules,”

A smile, malice dripping from his lips.

“To make it fair.” he clarifies.

Whatever, why do you care, you’ve got plenty of luck on your side, so even fairness won’t save him from oncoming fate.

“Housepet! Get us a table.”

…

“We’re going to be playing a card game, called ‘more than’,”

Great, another card game. Maybe it won’t get your adrenaline pumping, but it will surely bring some nice satisfaction as you wipe the floor with Bakugou Katsuki.

“Are you listening, princess?”

“Yes, and stop calling me that.”

He grins.

“The aim of the game is to flip a higher card than mine and vice versa.”

He’s awfully smug for a newbie. Whatever.

“There are two stacks, you can choose which one you want to take and we can only switch decks once, and only half the deck.”

His attention is drawn to the cards as he sits in front of you. He touches and flips through them, giving a nod to the dealer and handing them over to mix and divide; dreamlike dark warmth of the room surrounding you. The dark brown, almost black, of the table hooks your eyes. With a nail digging the side of it, you seem to meditate, slowly storing, gathering the shining luck that seeps your eyes like an aura.

“Don’t be nervous, princess, choose a stack.” he smiles.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” with a rude drag, you snatch the card deck on the right.

“Let’s just begin this.”

…

Four and six, five and two, seven and three, nine and ace. Wow, you’re pretty good at this. Though, no surprise, no need to knock you out of your boots, after all, this is a game of luck and you just about mastered the art of it.

One - two, that’s a lose. One - two, that’s another lose. You know what, no, it’s okay, your just saving up your luck towards the end.

Seven - four, there you go, things are starting to get better.

Eight - king. Alright, maybe not that good.

Ten – ace. Shit, that’s not good.

Queen and… another ace?!

“This is unfair! You’re cheating!” a bold claim, worth the knock of the chair.

“How can it be unfair, princess? This is just a game of luck.”

That smug bastard, he’s gonna get what he deserves.

You narrow your eyes.

“I wanna switch decks,” you proclaim with a bratty tone, “now.”

What he wouldn’t give to get you over his knee right now.

“Fine, take the half you want.” he complies, splitting the remainder of his deck into two parts.

“Hmm…” you ponder for a second, reaching for the right again. However, a tiny flash of his grin seems to stop you and with a sudden change, you twist your hand for the left side.

Bakugou seems a bit enraged, though, his expression may not have of changed. You’re not sure, you didn’t take a proper look at his face; you’ll have plenty of time to do that once he becomes your own personal housepet.

Eye contact fails to secure you in place, as you lean back with a deck in your hand, sticking out your tongue to Bakugou and mixing the cards at grasp.

Bakugou’s expression drops, as he leans in closer to choose his side of the deck, mumbling some incoherent words along the way.

Your earrings clink as you move your head forwards with a malicious smile.

“You know what, this whole big money thing isn’t really getting the adrenaline pumping through,” let’s put your plan into action.

“I think we should up the stakes.” You lean a bit more forward, cradling your chin with the warmth of your palms. Silver earrings feeling cold against the warmth of your check.

Bakugou smirks.

“That’s some big talk coming from someone who’s miserably losing.”

“Screw you, it’s because this isn’t interesting enough!” complaining, the symphony of brats, “OoOoh, let’s play a boring ol’ card game, oOoOh, let’s make it as easy as possible, OoOoh, let’s not even involve any math! Just a plain little kids’ game.” you mock, eyes rolling to the heavens, hands mimicking something unknown, furious red washing your words.

Bakugou’s grin drops.

“Fine, doll, let’s up the stakes,” he agrees through clenched teeth, “what do you propose?”

Such a slowness envelopes his last words, a chilling feeling dances down the back of your spine.

The adrenaline’s kicking in.

“Let’s gamble for our lives~” the words flown and drawn out nicely, a change in pitch to really cement the idea. Bakugou starts laughing.

“Ahaha! Really! Our lives?” he continues laughing.

A huff escapes your lips, a feeling of confliction drowns your body.

“Yes, new meat, our lives,” you sit back, arms and legs crossed, “if you didn’t know, there’s a housepet system in this school.” eyebrows pinching with every word of the explanation.

Bakugou lets out an even more roaring laugh.

“Oh, I know it,” he plays with his fingers, eyes peaking at you through darkened lashes, “I know very well.”

“Then let’s bet that; if you lose, you have to be my housepet.”, he smiles at this.

“And if you lose?”

“I won’t.” a simple answer cuts him off.

“How courages,” he muses, “but if you do, the I guess the same rules apply to you.”

“I won’t lose.” you repeat yourself.

“Heh, let’s continue the game.”

…

God, switching cards really wasn’t a good idea.

King and ace. Four and queen? What is happening!

The stacks of cards are almost exhausted, thus, you come to an end. You only need two more cards, that would be greater than his to win all and everything.

Oh, the adrenaline is pumping, each touch of a card seems more numb than the other.

One, two, three, four cards left. Four.

“Watcha waiting for princess, turn your card.”

You gulp.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want once I win.”

“Yeah, puppy? I’m sure you will.” you tease, giving your best gleaming innocence eyes. A mocking nickname suiting his scowl.

“The only way you’ll win is if you have the blessing of Apollo on your side,”

“A blessing?”

“A blessing of luck.”, a look straight from your lashes.

“But, sadly for you,” a hinder to your actions, “I’ve got his blessing,” you reach out your arm to flip a card from your stack, Bakugou does the same. “For, you see,” you flip your card, eyes shooting straight to his, “blonde men seem to like me.”

Three – two.

The odds are in your favor.

Bakugou’s demeanor doesn’t seem to switch, as he crosses his arms, elbows on the table. Tilted head, shimmering the colorful light of his eyes straight through the thick sloped strand of blonde hair. He doesn’t say anything, the echo of a clearing throat playing through the room as he looks away, reaching to switch another card. The first to break eye contact, for you did never.

The plastic glaze of the card scratches the wooden surface, a rustling of another card following close behind, as a grin never leaves your face.

Three – six.

Uh oh.

Don’t worry, no need to panic, there are still two cards left; all you need is for them to be higher than his and voila! You’ll have saved your life and gained a new pet.

Getting a new pet… something you’ve never done before. It’s mostly been just taking pets from others, saving them from their miserable lives. Lives, you could never imagine having.

The room slowly starts to spin as the time to flip your cards comes again.

Phew, this card game really is pushing the adrenaline through your body.

The convulsion…

What a disease.

Katsuki sticks his tongue out, if only for a bit, licking his lips simply, before reaching for both his cards.

“Ready?”

“I thought we were supposed to flip them one at a time…”

“Yeah, but you’ve only got two cards left, and from my counting, if both are higher than mine, then you win,”

“Let’s not drag this game out more than we have to, and just finish it quickly, whadya say, princess?” he smiles, the row of sharp tooth on display. Such an ingenuine smile, you’ll teach him to make it better.

You frown.

“I’m ready, puppy.” you retort easily, his smile instantly dropping to one of annoyance. Right, what a fucking brat.

“One,”

“Two...”

“Three!”

A blankness, sheet of white envelope the sight before you.

White, simple light.

Nine to jack, and King to joker.

That retched fucking joker.

Your smile drops, along with it, pride seems to tumble down the souls stairs.

Nine to jack? King and a joker? This can’t be fucking right… Can’t be fucking fair!

“W-what…” a quiet tone drags the words in a breath from your lips.

“Heh,” Bakugou grins, a malicious smile playing on his lips, “see, princess, that’s the problem with you,” he stands, the draw back of the chair not even daring to rival the ringing sounding through your head right now. “You’re naïve,” he leans on the table forward, flicking your forehead, “a little dumb in the head,”, he comes closer to your face, “you don’t know how to count your cards yet,”, he leans completely over the table, a whisper right up against your ear: “and you don’t know who you’re playing against.”

You continue staring, into the distance, at him, mouth agape, in shock, in disbelief.

The feeling of a simple kiss on your forehead, the wetness of his lips a little present in the same spot.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, “and I can’t wait to have so much fun with you, princess.”

He leans back completely.

“Who knew you’d fall right into my arms?”

“W-who are you?”, a stutter.

“Me?”, he smiles, “I’m Bakugou Katsuki,”

“Head of the student body.”

Shit.

“And now, your first little punishment for even trying to go against me, why don’t you lift that tiny little skirt of yours and show me that pretty little ass.”

You stare at him in disbelief, still processing the previous words, not grasping, or even registering what’s being asked, no, demanded of you.

“Come on,” he encourages condescendingly, “what are you waiting for?”

“Bend over the fucking table and show me your ass.”, you probably look just adorable all fucked out, red, and crying.

You can’t… you don’t have anything to say. His words, his actions, his wants, they’re just undefinable to you.

You stand up slowly, still in denial, still processing your defeat.

Luck, luck has abandoned you! How could it, how dare it! This is not the way it’s supposed to go! You were supposed to be in control of it, it was supposed to serve you. How could it, how could you… Apollo must’ve cried the river of rains, thus, washing away your glow, the aura of your luck. Was it fate? Could you blame fate? Does fate control luck? Or does luck control fate? There is no way to know, there is no need to know. It’s luck, your luck has been abandoned.

Bakugou is not a man of patience. And, as you soon found out, it did extend to you, as he found your preparation for your humiliating consequences too slow, and with a little push, he has you face down and ass on display over the table; pretty little chest squishing the cards, and silver earing digging into the side of your face.

“What are you doing?!”, you struggle, complaining and moaning of anger with squirms to stand up and give him a piece of your mind.

Though, lucky for you, Bakugou knows exactly how to tame brats like you.

Your exclaims and thrashes of anger die down quickly, as a hard smack echoes through the now quite room. A harsh spank, delivered by Bakugou stings the right of your ass, as you still and gather on what to do next.

Meanwhile, Bakugou places a warm palm on the small of your back, keeping you in place, gathering your arms and manicured nails into one of his. As he switches arms, he speaks to you harshly:

“Count, and fucking thank me for the patience I have with you after.”

“Miss a number, and I’m gonna teach you how to count the old-fashioned way.”

SMACK, ‘One’.

“I don’t hear you counting.” SMACK.

“One.”

SMACK.

“T-two.”

SMACK.

“Three!”

SMACK.

“Ngh… four…!”

He raises his hand for another.

“Ngh-agh…”, you whimper, readying for another pool of pain.

SMACK.

“Five!” you moan with that word, leaning forward and biting hard to your lips, as not to cry.

God, if you think you’re going to leave a room with Bakugou without being made to cry, then you’re one delusional brat.

Bakugou rubs the reddening plump of your ass, as he readies, disorientates you for your next hit. And that’s exactly how six, seven, eight spanks go through; all the way till you reach ten. Little droplets of tears rain from your cheeks, as you stifle and hold in those cute little hiccups and sobs for mercy.

Aw, how cute, you think you can really get away from Bakugou without giving him what he wants.

By the hard, reddening sting of spank twenty, your walls have long crumpled, as the river stream of tears and melodious prayers of begs fall from your plump lips, Bakugou stops at twenty-two, and runs soothing circles against the raw flesh.

As he keeps running them, his fingers slide down, down the back of your frilly, girly panties (God, you’re just so adorable, aren’t you?), and from the back of that cute little dampening spot, to your puffy little clit.

A quiet, but sweet, moan of satisfaction leaves you, as his rough fingers hit a touch against that spot...

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In Your Corner Part 2 (Steve X Plus Sized Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve still resides in my brain and I wouldn't mind him taking care of me rn <3

Warnings: Boxer Daddy Dom Steve X plus sized Sub fem reader, SMUT, light choking, spanking, dirty talk, more of a softer Steve in this one, FLUFF (they love each other), ANGST, reader has a rough day and Steve is trying to make her feel better.

Word Count: 3516

Steve came in from training that afternoon to an abnormally quiet home. Usually, if you didn’t meet him at the gym after work, you would be watching tv or reading on the couch with some music on.

“Baby?”

After doing the obligatory scan around the living room and back patio, he headed for the bedroom finding you curled up under the blankets in bed. He crawled in behind you and without hesitation you folded into him as you took hold of his hand, placing it under your cheek. You love this side of him just as much as the rough and rugged side. The soft, doting man that wanted to make sure you were happy.

“What’s going on, baby girl?”, he whispered.

“I just had a long day. This new client we’re working with is an imbecile and then my dad was being a jerk. That mixed with other things one right after the other… I needed a moment.” You felt him nod in understanding before gently placing kisses along your shoulder making you giggle. “You are still so sweaty.”

“You like it.” Playfully, you fight against him as he tries to use your shirt like one of his gym towels as you laugh louder, rolling over to face him. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we take a shower, get dressed, and we’ll go see a movie. Get some dinner afterwards.”

After kissing his lips, you press your face into his chest, inhaling him as you hold him closer. You never knew what it was about him but when you had a bad day or just felt down, you allowed yourself to let go and enter this particular side of that little girl headspace. You had never done that with anyone else and would always insist that you could take care of yourself. Hell, you had done it most of your life.

The first time you had an off day in the beginning of your relationship, you shut down and disappeared. A few hours later, he knocked on your door with the intention of punishing you but as soon as he saw your face his anger faded. Steve spent the rest of the evening on the floor in your living room, making you laugh and sharing a delicious, gigantic pizza with you.

“This isn’t going to ruin your training, is it?”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I mean with the pizza and beer. Don’t boxers have to be at a certain weight?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters to me is that beautiful smile returning to your face.”

“Steve…”

“Y/N, don’t ever be afraid to tell me when something is wrong, ok? No matter what it is. I would rather take care of you or if it involves me have us talk it out than have you disappear again.”’

“I’m sorry. It’s just…how I handle my stress. I let it all build until I implode. I struggle with letting go like that. I’ve always taken care of myself, you know?”

“I know, baby, but I’m here to help.” Steve scooted closer to you, propping up on his elbow till his lips were below yours. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

From that moment on, you did and were completely surprised with how easy it was or maybe he just made it that easy.

“You’re too sweaty.”, he mimicked in your voice making you giggle as you pushed him away and rolled out of bed.

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s get ready.”

###########

“Oh my god, Steve Harrington. You know me too well.”, you grin as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“I was going to ask you about it when I got home anyway so it was perfect.”

Every week the local Hawkins cinema would play a movie that wasn’t normally out in theaters and this weeks showing was “Shaun of the Dead.” You loved any kind of disaster fueled film especially if it left you laughing and Steve knew you needed that more than anything right now.

Another thing you loved about him was how much genuine attention he paid to you and what you said. Like with his career, he spent a great deal of time studying you even now to make sure you were happy or to avoid making you sad. The first time you noticed it was when he went with you to the mall a couple of weeks after you started dating.

His gorgeous honey eyes kept track of everything your hand grazed or anything you pointed to that made you smile. When you entered a makeup section that’s when he started asking questions.

“Wait so why this brand instead of that one? Are they different colors or?”

“Not exactly. This brand here feels better on my face whereas this one kind of feels cakey.”

“Cakey?”

You grin as you reach for his hand and grab both the sample bottles, dapping each one on his skin. His eyes meet yours as he softly smiles and you lean up on your toes to kiss his lips.

“Ah, ok. I feel it now. Cakey.” Giggling, you wipe his hand with a wet wipe as you continue explaining different products to him.

A week later he surprised you with a little bag of gifts including that makeup and some other things he’d thought you’d like from that store.

What you didn’t know was Steve enjoyed listening to you explain things to him. You always got so animated if it was a subject you enjoyed and, personally, he loved that you didn’t talk down to him or make him feel stupid. Even when he was explaining something to you he felt like he wasn’t making any sense or sounding like a moron but you never reacted that way.

The first time he really broke down boxing for you, he ended almost every sentence with “Does that make sense?” To which you would nod and ask him a follow up question.

After purchasing some snacks, you made your way to the theater and as soon as you both took your seats, he wrapped his arm around you as you curled up closer to his side.

“This was a good idea, baby. Thank you.”

“Of course, honey. I love you.

As the movie played he relished every giggle and laugh that left your lips. Seeing you happy was like a drug to him. The same adrenaline high he got after a fight was the same thing he felt when he was able to make you smile especially after a rough day.

############

“I don’t feel like we’re dressed fancy enough to be here.”

“Sweetie, this is down the street from Enzos where people go in sweatpants. I think we’re ok.”, Steve chuckles. “But at least you’re wearing a dress. I’m the one in jeans.”

“Here you go, ma’am—”

“Oh, thank you but I didn’t order this.” You politely smile as the waiter placed a martini in front you.

“Yes ma’am. Compliments of the gentleman over at the bar.” He leans in lower so only you two would hear him. “I told them you were here with a gentleman of your own but he insisted.”

“It’s ok. Thank you. Can you give this to him and tell him even if I wasn’t here with my boyfriend I would rather die than except a drink from a smarmy asshole sitting alone at the bar?”

The waiter smirks as he nods, taking the drink with him.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking sexy. Always loved that attitude.”, Steve grins as he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss.

As you two continued with your dinner, you vented to him about your day and your new client at work. He growled under his breath when you mentioned your boss who did nothing to help make your job any easier. When you started talking about the conversation with your dad, however, he noticed you breeze past the topic.

“Hey, honey, wait now. What did your dad pick a fight with you about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, babe. Just the usual stuff.”, you sighed.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in on you as he held your hand in his and kissed the back of it.

“It was about me again wasn’t it?” When you nodded your head, he knew. You could handle the chaos at your work and still be your feisty yet cheery self but when it came to your family especially your dad it always seemed to hit you hard.

“I just don’t understand why he can’t see you the way I do. I’ve told him your nothing like your dad or even how you were when we were growing up but…”

“Is that what the fight was about?”

“Steve…”

“Hey, it’s ok, baby girl. You know you can tell me anything.”

You sighed again as your sad eyes landed on his loving ones. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me. He said that if you were really serious about being with me…”, you shook your head in embarrassment.

“Then we’d be married by now?”

“Steve, you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. I know you love me and I know when we are both ready we’ll take that step. I don’t think like he does. I—”

His tender, mint flavored lips cut you off as he interrupted your train of thought.

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to marry you since freshman year. I just know you deserve the best and I’ve been waiting for the right time you know?”

“What do you mean ‘the best’?”

“Well, when it comes to a wedding I know it has to be perfect. Perfect flowy dress with the veil and pretty flowers.”, he grins as he leans back in his chair and paints a picture with his hands making you smile. “Of course, obnoxiously poofy bridesmaid’s dresses and a BEAUTIFUL venue. Then after we can honeymoon anywhere you want. I’ve been thinking Italy or maybe Hawaii. I know you love the beaches and the clear water.”

Steve looks at you then with a soft smile as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“After that, I want us to be able to come home to a house with enough rooms for us to start a family. Somewhere you feel safe and happy.”

“As long as I’m with you, Steve Harrington, I feel safe and happy.”

Once you finish your meal, he quickly runs to the restroom while you wait for him by the door.

“I can take care of a beautiful woman like you if you let me.”

You roll your eyes at the asshole from the bar as he tries to get your attention.

“I highly doubt that.”

“Let me show you, honey.” The man stands and strides towards you as you raise your hand to stop him.

“I’m warning you now, honey. Sit back down and keep drinking before my boyfriend comes back and knocks you out. Trust me, he’s a boxer. He can and will.”

“Pfft like I’m afraid of that asshole.”

“Problem, baby?” Steve saunters out with confidence as you hand him his jacket you had been holding.

“I don’t know. IS there a problem?”, you ask the man sarcastically.

His eyes shift between you both before he shakes his head and turns away. “Fucking fat ass bitch.”

The man is forcefully turned around and met with a fist to his face. As he starts to tilt backwards Steve yanks him by the collar and turns him to face you.

“Apologize to the lady. NOW!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m sorry!”

“Mhmm.” You roll your eyes at him again before beaming at the man you love.

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The entire ride home was a blur of desperate touches and needy hands mostly from your side. As he drove, your hands ran up his thigh and over his chest into the V neck part of his shirt so your fingers could graze the hair on his chest. Your lips trailed along jawline down his throat as he groaned and did his best to keep his eyes open to get you home safely.

“I need you, Daddy. I can’t wait for us to get home so I can feel you inside of me and fill me up, baby. Fuck, Daddy, I’m so fucking wet. Please drive faster.”

Both of you practically fell into the apartment as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Steve walked you backwards with his lips attached to yours. Squeaking when the cold counter of the kitchen touched your back, you bit your bottom lip when he roughly turned you around and pushed your front half down on the granite.

Lifting the bottom of your dress, you moaned as his hand ran along the meat of your ass before firmly coming down to spank you. Ripping off your panties, he smacked your behind again but before you could react you felt the wind of him hastily kneeling and gasped when his tongue breached your folds.

“Yes, baby. O-Oh my god.” You whimpered as his palm came down once more and his head tilted so he could taste more of you. “Daddy, please. Don’t stop.”

Standing to his full height, Steve leaned his chest over you as he thrust two of his fingers into your entrance and pumped them so fast inside of you, you heard your slick obscenely squelch against his movements.

“Does that feel good, honey? You like when Daddy uses his fingers to make you cum?”

“Mmm—yes, Daddy.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby girl. Just making a mess all over your legs and my hand. Say it, Y/N. Say ‘I’m a dirty girl.’”

“I-I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl.”

“Yeah you are. Cum, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” Your vision was blinded by white as your body shuddered against the counter. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. Good girl. Ride it out. Use my fingers to make it last.”

Turning around, you cling to his neck as he smiles against your lips, throwing off his shirt as you push him towards the bedroom.

“I like when you get needy for me.” Falling on to the mattress, you hastily remove each other’s clothes and you whimper as his palm comes down hard on your behind. “Come here and turn around, baby.”

You paused and a flash of annoyance passed through his eyes as he grabbed your throat to pull you closer to his face.

“How many times are we going to have this conversation, little one? You are not heavy. If I couldn’t handle that sexy ass on my face I wouldn’t have asked, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As if to prove his point, Steve leaned over to take hold of your hips and effortlessly lifted you till your knees were on either side of his head. His hands pushed against your back, urging you to lean forward so you could take his cock in your mouth.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck me.”, he groaned as your lips delicately kissed his sensitive tip before wrapping them fully around his length.

Steve was always a man about hands. You loved his massively large, beautiful hands and everything they could do. Whether they were nestled in a glove flying towards someone’s face, moving around wildly as he told a story, or like right now spreading your pussy open wider so he could flick his tongue in and out of your entrance…you loved them and what they could do.

Your mouth came off him with a pop as you continued to stroke him with your palm.

“Baby…please…fuck…”

“No, no, baby girl. Keep that mouth open and on me.” Doing what he wanted, you felt his fingers tangle in your hair as his hips thrust up into you. As he held you still, Steve shoved his face further into your cunt making you whine around him. The man devoured you as he fucked your face and both sensations were driving you wild.

Both hands abruptly reached beneath you as he pulled you off his cock and lifted you till you were up right.

"Make yourself cum, honey.”

He guided your motions until you were riding him, Steve’s fingers playing with your tits as you moan his name. He had told you before he didn’t mind when you said his name instead of his title. It told him you were lost in the feeling and he liked that when you were about to reach heaven his name was the first thing from lips.

Your body shook as you came, collapsing on his stomach as he continued to lick you clean. You fell onto the bed on your side and he eagerly flipped around so he could hold you while kissing your lips.

“Good, baby. You did so good. You’re so gorgeous when you cum hard like that.”, he whispered between kisses. Your eyes were still closed but you turned into the sound of his soothing voice as he began to peck down your jawline to your ear. “Do you feel what you do to me, pretty girl? How hard I am just from you riding my face?”

After guiding your hand to his cock, you both mewled at how firm it had gotten as precum oozed from his tip. Steve’s jaw fell open when your thumb grazed across it and he lightly shuttered in pleasure at the feeling.

“Are you ready for Daddy, baby?”

When you nod your head, he rolls on top of you and without hesitation you circle your legs around his waist. His fingers tenderly brush some loose hair out of your face as he places soft kisses on your lips. Warm air hits your tongue as Steve moans, sliding his length into your core.

You love the rough stuff with your boyfriend but you utterly reveled in seeing him like this to. Either way he had you whether it be fucking you or making love, it was filled with passion. His eyebrows knitted together as he pumped into you slowly at first, absorbed in the full feeling of you.

“I love you, Steve.”

The man’s eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you with a gentle smile.

“I love you to, Y/N.” He pressed his forehead to yours as he gradually began moving his hips a bit faster. “Since the moment I saw you, honey. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Steve’s head falls into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he thrusts into you harder, your fingers clinging to his hair and shoulders as you whimper.

“Fuck. Just like that, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Is that the spot, baby girl?”

“Cum…cum with me, baby, please.”

Pushing up onto his elbows, his eyes lock with yours as his hips practically punch into you, hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly until your back arches off the bed and your pussy squeezes his cock as you cum.

While you continue to flutter around him, his rhythm becomes sloppier till you feel him warm your sides.

After a quick shower, Steve wraps you up in one of his shirts and you cuddle against his side as he plays with your hair.

“Thank you for today. I had fun spending time with you.”

“Me to. Are you feeling less…overwhelmed?”

“I am. I always feel less stressed when we’re together.”

“Me to.” You feel his smile as he kisses your forehead. “Y/N, if I did ask you to marry me would you say yes?”

His question throws you off guard as you sit up to fully face and he does the same.

“What? I don’t understand—”

“Yes you do. If I ask you, Y/N Y/L/N, to marry me, Steve Harrington, would you say yes?”

“Of course, but you said you wanted to wait for the right time…”

“I did but like I said at dinner, I’ve been wanting to marry you since high school. I know weddings take some time to plan but no matter what, sweetheart, I love you. I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, or twenty years from now.” He rolls over and crouches down towards the tiny safe you know is at the bottom of his nightstand.

You smile as his tongue pokes out while he inputs the code and grins when it beeps signaling success. Retrieving something from it, he scoots over to your side of the bed and yanks your legs making you giggle as he tugs you towards the edge.

“I got this year ago and I’ve been saving it… I honestly think right now is the perfect time and I don’t care what I have to do or how hard I have to work I’m going to give you those things I said.” As he descended to one knee, he opened the tiny black box and you gasped when you saw the beautiful engagement ring nestled inside. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Steve Harrington! Of course!”

He breathes a sigh of relief, unaware he had been holding his breath, and promptly tackles you in his arms as he slides the ring on your finger.

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