#mommy sorry mommy sorry mommy ah excuse me mommy sorry mommy

[maydaycatz]

put me in a computer i’ll be glados no need to thank me

#portal #glados #mommy sorry mommy sorry mommy ah excuse me mommy sorry mommy

[bigfatbimbo]

any fics of fucking Vox so hard the power completely goes out in the making? i looove what you've written for him already, would be really cool if the glitches were visible in the writing too!!

warnings — Pegging, small use of ‘mommy’, Vox being a whiny bitch

summary — Vox takes it in the ass so hard Hell has a power shortage because he’s just a whore like that.

a/n — OMG I LITERALLY LOVE THIS !! god any excuse to write Vox getting absolutely wrecked is a YES.

“Fuck,” Vox’s back arched and his hands went to grip the top of his screen, “Fuck ju—zzs—st like that.”

His voice buffered as you pushed your strap deeper into him. He was on his back with his legs wrapped around your torso so your plastic dick would have easy access to his ass.

You had to hold your hands on his chest to keep him from squirming too much.

“Needy tonight, aren’t we, Vox?” you snickered  as you moved the strap inside him.

“God, fuu—ck you, bi—tcc—tch,” he hissed before you cut him off by aggressively forcing pushing deeper into him.

He yelped and moaned, throwing his head back on the pillow.

“You’re in no position to be saying that, sweetheart,” you start moving the strap faster and rougher.

He let out a glitched out whine and stared up at you with pure hatred, and desperate arousal.

Your hands that rested on his hips now dug into him hard enough to break skin.

“A—ah,” he whined, “What’s wr—oo—ong with you? S—slow down.” he whined at how rough you were being but then followed it up with a long drawn out moan.

“Aw baby,” you leaned down and caressed his screen, “Your going to have to learn to be nicer if you want me to slow down. For now you’ll just have to take my cock like the slut you are.” 

He surprised himself by whining at your harsh words. Your fingers glided down and brushed over his nipples. He then shocked himself even further with the fact that, despite this humiliating position, he arched into your touch, craving any and all attention he can get from you.

You noticed how desperate he was, and smirked. He looked pathetic, sweaty and panting, covered in markings from your teeth, and looking up at you with a dark clouded expression, waiting to see what you do next.

To his delight, you continued to roughly ram into him, going at a rapid pace, nails once again digging into his hips.

“ohmygodohmygodoh—tsk tsk,” he moaned loudly as his hands clung to the sheets. At this point he couldn’t get one sentence out before glitching.

“Wow, look at you” you remark, rolling your hips, “what a little attention whore you are.” 

He whined and threw his head back. At this point, there was a low static-y humming coming from him. 

“‘m not—bzz— ‘m not a whore,” his protests were weak at this point. If he wasn’t being interrupted by malfunctioning mid-sentence, he was being cut off by his own whimpers.

“Oh, but you are, sweetheart. Only a whore would be taking mommy’s cock so good,” you coo down at him.

The implication that he was doing good, especially because that meant approval from you, made his brain feel funny.

“See?” your hands move up from his hips and caress the sides of his screen, “your so pretty when you don’t argue with me, baby.” 

Oh, that did something to him. He wasn’t around a lot of positive people, so the idea that your attention could be shown with something as kind as praise, made his throat tighten.

His moans turned into choked out broken sobs and all the brattiness from earlier drained out of him. You were sure that if he had tear ducts, he would be crying right now.

You hammered into him harder than ever, leaning over him to occasionally pepper kisses on his neck and screen. 

“Nngh— mommy ‘m— bzz— ‘m sorry,” he moaned out, slinking his arms around your neck, trying desperately to bring you closer to him. To make sure he was the only thing catching your attention at the moment.

Your hips rolled fast and rough inside him, and he could feel his climax approaching. 

“Sorry for— wait, you’re sorry?” You were sure you knew what he was talking about, his attitude earlier. Still, for a moment you were thrown off by the idea that this cocky, power-hungry asshole was apologizing unprompted to you. 

After a moments consideration, you came to the conclusion that he must have been slowly easing into subspace. He was probably apologizing because he wanted you to, what, praise him?

All though it seemed slightly out of character for the usually pretentious, bratty man, his half lidded desperate eyes seemed to convince you. 

Your grip on his hips once again tightened as you drilled into him, rougher than before.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” you panted, earning a loud whimper. His arms tightened around your neck and his nails started to dig into the skin of your back.

“So good for me, taking mommy’s cock so well, looking so pretty for me too.”

He whined loudly and the frequency coming from his head started to get louder. You were ramming into him with such concentration that you didn’t notice the lights started to flicker around you.

“c—ccl—close—,” he tried to speak but only uttering a glitched out moan. Luckily, you picked up on what he was trying to say.

“Of course, sweetheart, whenever you want,” you said, rolling your hips once more to make his orgasm even more pleasurable.

“So good for me, Vox, apologizing for being a brat, telling me when your about to cum,” you speak softly into his ear, except you don’t think he comprehends a thing except for ‘so good for me.’

He let out a choked pathetic sob and whined for more. His audio was glitching out more than ever, making him almost unintelligible.

Now the flickering of the lights around you was undeniable, even producing a low buzzing sound reminiscent of the one Vox’s head was currently making.

“So perfect, my pretty baby, ‘m so lucky to have such a good boy.”

All of the praise sent him over the edge. With one loud moan, he came.

But in a moment, the buzzing light bulb beside you exploded, and all the illuminated buildings outside your window went dark, causing a full blackout all across the city.

Vox was still clinging to your neck, breathless, panting against you. 

“Shit. Was that, like, too much, Vox?” you ask, clearly concerned as you go to pull out of him.

He pulls back slightly from your neck but stops you from moving your strap out of him. 

“Please— tsk tsk,” he breathes, still buffering slightly, “Please more.”

a/n — I was too nice to him at the end of this fix but DONT WORRY GUYS I got another sub!Vox request that will literally destroy him

also, i saw someone say that since vox is around so many toxic people, an actual compliment would fuck with him super hard.

so as you can see i agree with them

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #dom reader #hazbin hotel smut

[skylarsblue]

I still have more. More Incorrect Quotes.

(Accidentally had a lot more fem!Y/N than intended but it's overall GN!) Alex: What made you think you’d be good for the military? Y/N: I worked at a Waffle House in America. Alex: Ah, alright, that makes sense.

-- (Interrogating Valeria)

Y/N: Look, Gaz, you know me. I can't- I can't do it. Gaz: Why not? Why can't you interrogate her? Y/N: Because I'm a bisexual with mommy issues, Gaz. And she's as pretty as she is scary. I'm already not that intimidating, she'll laugh at me when I start stuttering and then I'll just be horny. It can't be me. Gaz: ....okay, I'll ask Alejandro-

-- Y/N: I just realized something...I had a bad childhood. Gaz: Yeah we know. Y/N: What do you mean you know? Soap: Look at how you stand! People who had good childhoods don't stand like that. Y/N: How do I stand?! Gaz: Like Ghost. Ghost: ...I don't appreciate the call out but fair-

-- Price: Where are you going?! Y/N: To either get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car!

-- Ghost after watching Fem!Y/N do an incredibly risky move: I just...Is she blind?? Suffering some form of brain damage?

-- (Tw; Hollywood Undead unalive song)

Y/N: My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I'll sli- Price: EXCUSE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?? Y/N: Wh- No Captain, it's just a so- Price: GHOST GET THE BASE PSYCH ON THE PHONE Y/N: CAPTAIN IT'S A SONG I'M FINE- Well I'm not bUT NO WAIT HANG ON-

-- Valeria: *screaming in spanish* Y/N: ... Gaz: Don't. Y/N, blushing: I'm trying-

-- (During movie night; watching Venom)

Y/N: *pauses on that scene where Venoms sticks his tongue out at the guy in the street* ....Hear me out- Gaz: NO! NO. Y/N: NO NO LISTEN, LISTEN- Soap: Let them speak. Gaz: Don't encourage this! Y/N, pointing at the screen: LOOK AT IT! LOOK! Objectively you have to understand- Gaz: NOOO, it eats people! Soap: THAT TONGUE IS THREE FEET LONG AT LEAST! Gaz: No, I will not be hearing anyone out! I- GHOST, Ghost, back me up. Tell them they shouldn't want to fuck the ALIEN. Ghost, looking at the screen: Ethically, it's wrong. Gaz: Thank you. Ghost: ...objectively- Y/N: AHA! SEE?!

-- Ghost: *bends over* Y/N: *silently flips out* Soap, quietly: Wh-what? What are you-?! Y/N: SHHH *grabs Soap's jaw and turns him to look* Soap: *slack jaw* Damn- Y/N: fuckingdamnindeed- Ghost: *turns around* Soap: So it's your turn to pick dinner, what're you thinking? Y/N: Oh I dunno, maybe something pork related, uh, or cake- Soap: Aha, yeah...cake. Ghost: ....??

--

Fem!Y/N: I am not the mom of 141, that's ridiculous. Someone: You make all of them lunch every day with fruit cut into shapes, IN PERSONALIZED LUNCH BOXES Fem!Y/N: They need nutrition! Someone: You color code their items- Fem!Y/N: Look, if you were there for the item mix-ups you'd understand. Someone: YOU ARE LITERALLY FOLDING AND LABELLING THEIR LAUNDRY WITH A SHARPIE ON THE TAGS. Fem!Y/N: *holding Simon's skull boxers, writing his name on the tag* That- ...oh my god I'm the mom.

-- Ghost, watching Soap run past: WHAT DO YOU HAVE?! Soap, grinning & sprinting: A FUCKIN' BOMB Ghost: NO!!!

-- Price: Y/N, this is Lieutenant Riley, you can call him Ghost. Ghost: Y/N, looking him up and down: ...you got daddy issues? Ghost: ....maybe Y/N: Cool, same. Pleasure to meet'cha, sorry life gave you shit. Ghost, shaking their hand: Ditto. Price: *concerned sigh*

-- Price, walking into the common area at 10 pm: What in the world- Gaz, Soap, and Y/N: *all in there pyjamas with face masks on, eating snacks* Y/N: *slowly keeps chewing* Gaz: ...heeeyy siiirr... Price: It was lights out an hour ago, what are you lot doing? Soap: *slowly raises another face mask* ....Self care, sir? Price: ... Ghost, walking in at midnight for water: ....what. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Y/N: *stop gossiping* Gaz: ....hey. Soap: Evenin' L.T. Y/N: Howdy. Ghost: *looks at Price with a face mask on* Ghost: ...*sighs and sits down* Pass the Goldfish. Soap: Yeaaaah, good man! Welcome to the party!

-- Shepard: Is anyone here straight?! Price: ...*hesitantly raises hand* Laswell: *pushes his hand back down*

-- Valeria: *angry ranting* Y/N, a captive: Stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!

-- Ghost: What in the hell are you doing? Y/N: Laying in the rain. Ghost: Why? Y/N: If I lay here long enough, it feels like it washes the sad away. So I'm gonna lay here until the sad is gone. Ghost: You'll get sick. Y/N: Better sick than sad, sir. Ghost: ...*looks at the sky, back down, sighs* Ghost: *lays down on the tarmac* Y/N: Got a lot of sad? Ghost: ...Yeah. Y/N: If the rain doesn't take care of it, let's trade sads. Then it'll at least be a different kind of sad. Ghost: Not sure you want my sad. Y/N: Maybe not, but I don't think you should have to handle your sad alone either. Ghost: ...alright. Y/N: Cool.

-- Price: Simon, it's three o' clock in the morning. Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? Ghost: Because I've lost control of my life.

-- Soap, with a gunshot wound: Do I regret it? Yes. Will I do it again? Most likely.

-- Y/N after doing something so badass it would fit in a movie: ...DID EVERYONE SEE THAT?? CAUSE I WILL NOT BE DOING IT AGAIN.

-- Ghost: You kidnapped the prime minister's daughter? That's illegal! Soap: Okay, Ghost, but what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing the prime minister's daughter, or destroying 141? Ghost: KIDNAPPING THE PRIME MINISTER'S DAUGHTER, JOHNNY! Fem!Y/N: Do you guys have like, a water or something? Snack maybe? No?

-- Y/N: I think there's been some confusion. I'm not the one in trouble here. Enemy Soldier: ...What? Y/N: There are only four of you. You'll need more than that. Gaz, hearing it over the intercom: ...they're gonna whoop-ass but we should probably go help them.

-- Someone: Why are you doing their straps for them? Price: They don't like velcro. Someone: Just do it yourself! Y/N: I'm not touching that stuff! I'll get neurotypical cooties.

-- Y/N, high on painkillers: If yo leg get cut off, would it hurt? Soap, in a hospital bed beside them: ...DUH Y/N: How though? Soap: Cause your leg got cut off! Y/N: Where you gonna feel the pain? Soap: In your le.... Y/N: Exactly bro! How you gonna feel the pain in yo leg if- Both: If your leg is gone! Soap: Whoooaaa... Y/N: Bro I swear, we're geniuses. Ghost, on his last brain cell: Fuckin'ell.

-- Ghost, about to lose his shit: Dear lord, I know we haven't spoken in a long time but if you could give me a little patience-

-- Gaz: Do you believe in God? Y/N: ...Yes & no. Gaz: Yes & No? What do you mean? Y/N: I believe there is a higher power, I believe a God exists. But...believing in God? Now that...haven't done that in a long time.

--

Gaz & Y/N: *dancing* Ghost: Can you two be serious for five seconds? Gaz, bustin' a move: Dunno sir, can you have fun for five seconds? Y/N: *stops and looks at Gaz* Gaz: *stops and is filled with instant regret* ...uh, sir, I- Ghost: Tell you what. I'll give you five seconds...to start running- Gaz: *turns to run and sees Y/N already yards away* YOU LEFT ME?! Y/N: I WANNA LIVE!!!!

-- Ghost: What are they doing? Price: Arguing in morse code. Soap: - .... .- - .----. ... / .-- .... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... --- . ... / .-. .- --. --. . -.. -.-- Gaz: -.-- .- / -- --- -- -- .- Soap: YOU FUCKIN' TAKE THAT BACK-

-- Soap: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surpriiisee!~ Ghost: You did your paperwork? Soap: I said surprise, not miracle.

-- Y/N, on tiktok: FOR ALL YOU NASTY ASSES IN MY DMS- *shows the team* THIS IS MY TEAM. STOP SENDING MY DICK PICS OR I WILL SEND THEM AFTER Y'ALL. Ghost: You've been getting dick pics? Soap: Who the hell's been harassing you online?! Y/N: SEE?? THEY'LL WHOOP YA ASS, SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

-- Y/N, on tiktok again: Alright, backfired on me. For all of y'all who are now trying to be nasty by THIRSTING for my teammates, uh, no. Stop askin' for my Captain's marital status, I'm not gonna tell you. No you may not get my teammate's dicks, I will not be giving you their social media, stOP ASKING I KNOW THEY'RE HOT BUT NO-

-- (I've fallen down the rabbit hole of Karen compilations, so, that's why I thought of this)

Y/N: Goodbye sir! Male Karen: Fuck you bitch! Go suck off your captain you fuckin' whore!! Y/N: Sure, I'll do that, goodbye! Male Karen: Suck my dick, whore! Y/N: Can't! It's too full of military dick, you'll need to make an appointment, GOODBYE!! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: Jesus. Christ. Ghost: I told you all America is shit.

(Bonus Note cause I can't put in anywhere else; on the topic of Venom + C.o.D. I know we have Soap in place of Eddie & Ghost in place of Venom, but hear me out. Y/N! being Ghost's host and Johnny being a third part. P o l y ! A u !)

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #alex keller x reader #alex keller #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kate laswell #valeria x reader #valeria el sin nombre garza #ghostsoap #incorrect cod quotes

[hp-hcs]

mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheoxreader #hp x gn reader #x gn reader #hp x nonbinary reader

[iovetecchou]

Just The Tip! ⧸ Sigma.𖥔 ݁ ˖

༞ Contains...! smut. implied established relationship, subspace, dom!reader, masturbation (m and f), mommy kink, teasing, begging, pussydrunk!sigma, desprate!sigma, use of cock cage

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 1,100 words.

kinktober masterlist!

“Please, please, please— I need to feel you, I need to touch you! I want to be inside you— j-just the tip! I promise!”

Sigma lost all composure hours ago. This all started when you came home early and caught him touching himself.

He stammered, trying to cover his most private parts from your view and giving you a sorry excuse of, “I couldn’t help myself!”

But you weren’t buying it. Sigma knew better than this. You rid yourself of your clothes, watching his eyes sparkle with excitement as you crawled up the bed. You sat in front of Sigma, admiring his face as you spread your thighs apart for him.

You saw him fight with himself for a brief moment; trying not to let his gaze wander down between your legs. But ultimately, Sigma caved. You were too tempting, and all he could think about today was worshipping you.

Moments before you walked in, Sigma was imagining you riding his cock until he was shooting blanks. In his fantasies, you were praising him— calling him your good boy, as you fucked him senseless.

So, of course, the moment you put yourself on full display for him like this… Sigma would surrender. You clicked your tongue as you watched him ogle your slick heat. Sigma began inching closer to you, bringing his head between your parted thighs, desperately yearning to taste you.

But you had other plans. Sigma was mere centimeters away from your glistening folds, getting a strong whiff of your arousal, causing his head to reel and his cock to twitch— before you pushed him back. Your hand pressed against his forehead, shoving him away from your inviting heat before whispering,

“Ah, ah, ah… bad boys don’t get to taste mommy. You know that by now. Right, sweetheart?”

You’ve been touching yourself for hours now. Letting orgasm after orgasm rip through you as Sigma pathetically watched. He was nearly sobbing at this point. His need to feel you was agonizing. You didn’t fail to notice how his cock throbbed with need, drooling an immense amount of precum.

You warned Sigma that if he came from watching you, he wouldn’t be able to touch you for a week. The poor man was fisting the bedsheets hard, trying with all his might not to cum as he scored his trembling bottom lip with his teeth.

A couple of tears slipped past his lash line as he begged, “Please, Mommy! Just the t-tip, I promise— nothing more! I want— no- I need it, I need you!”

Your pussy clenched around nothing from his lewd words. You would be lying if you said you weren’t craving him. Watching him get so desperate just from the sight of you pleasuring yourself was such a turn-on. Having Sigma beg for the tiniest bit of attention from you was your breaking point.

“Naughty boy, how shameful. Just the tip, you say? Okay… why don’t you prove to me that you can be satisfied with just that.”

You smirked, inching your hips closer to his. Sigma nearly stumbled off the bed from how fast he shot up. Slotting himself comfortably between your parted thighs. Exactly where he belonged.

“Y-Yes Mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you— ah…!”

Sigma whined. More tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks as he grasped his needy cock. Wasting no time pushing the blunt head of his dick past the tight ring of your pussy.

His hands came up to your hips, clenching and unclenching around your waist as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot. Your walls were so warm, wet, and inviting. You were squeezing the head of his dick just right. He was insatiable. He needed more.

“Well? Are you satisfied?” You quipped, smirking as you watched his eyebrows knit in concentration— watery eyes squeezing shut.

He could barely speak. Sigma was a blushing mess. Little whimpers and whines slipped past his parted lips as he tried to regain his composure. But being neglected by you for hours proved too much for him.

Just as you were about to repeat yourself, a moan was ripped from you. Before you could process— Sigma slammed his hips flush into your pelvis. Filling you to the brim with his needy cock. He barely waited a second before he began thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

“Sorry m-mommy— ‘m sorry, wasn’t enough… needed more— hah…!” You watched as Sigma’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. His jaw went slack. His tongue jutted out as he panted— fucking into you sloppily. Drool seeped down his chin as Sigma’s grip on your waist tightened.

“C-Cumming— cumming!” Sigma cried out, grinding his pelvis into yours. You could feel his balls twitching against the underside of your pussy as he emptied his heavy load inside you.

You clicked your tongue, glaring daggers at the man who was still buried to the hilt inside you. Once Sigma came down from his high, the realization of what he had done sunk in.

“A-Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to, Mommy—“ He frantically pulled out of your tight wet heat, whining as the cool air hit his wet cock, before he continued, “Didn’t mean it, I swear! Let me make it up to you— please, please, please!”

Without a word, you shoved his hands away from your hips. Standing from your shared bed and making your way toward the nightstand. Tears brimmed in the poor man’s eyes once more as you gave him the silent treatment.

He brought his hands to his face, covering his face in shame as he sobbed quietly. Only when he felt you pushing something cool and hard around his balls, did he pull his head up from his hands. Sigma watched in disbelief as you secured the metal ring around his balls, caging his now softening shaft next.

“N-No! Please… not again!” Sigma pleaded, eyes scanning over your blank expression as you pulled your key necklace closer to the cock cage, swiftly locking it before you sat upright.

“Seems like you didn’t learn your lesson. What a shame, and to think you could finally be a good boy for mommy…” You sighed, pushing Sigma flat against the bed.

Sigma pathetically pleaded for forgiveness as you crawled your way up his frame. Your thighs closed around his face as you glanced down at his tear-stained cheeks. A mix of his cum and your arousal slid down your inner thighs as you spat out, "Why don't you clean up your mess? Maybe then I'll consider letting you out of your cage."

#bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #sigma smut #sigma bsd #bsd sigma x reader #sigma x you #sigma x reader #sigma x y/n #bsd

[millerscoffee]

heat lightning

6.5k | sub!joel miller x f!reader

gif credit: @jdmorganz

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning: NO OUTBREAK. established relationship, no age gap – up to you for joel's age but he has creaky knees so..., sub!joel, bratty!joel??, mommy kink, rope kink, dom/sub dirty talk, joel whimperin' n whinin', gagging, choking, slapping, spitting, edging (m receiving), oral (f receiving - face riding), piv (unprotected), praise kink (good boy, etc.), pet names (pet, baby boy, honey, etc.), a touch of humiliation/degradation kink (spoiler: a moment of cock shaming – every body is a lovely body!), size kink (he still got that thang tho), we walk by breeding ave., sickly sweet aftercare, lingerie. dude if i missed it - it's probably in here! no use of y/n

A/N: thank u to the sweet anon (u know who u are) who requested this almost a month ago. i hope it was worth the wait! love youuuuu!!! ♡

Joel liked having his way.  Shocking.

This concept drew you to him, not only because you enjoyed being told what to do (every now and then), but even more that you wanted to challenge why he needed things to be his way in the first place.

You’ve been with Joel long enough now to know the mix of events that made him who he was.  Nights and days where he felt insecure for exposing all there was to him, but he was willing to fish it out of him to you.

Only to you.

Tonight wasn’t unlike a handful of nights the two of you shared since being together and unraveling Joel’s vulnerability.  It was beautiful, and in moments of softness, it was easy to reflect on how far he’d come.  But, right now?  You’re a little preoccupied.

---

It started earlier tonight.  Joel refused to wear contacts for the fourth time in a week, and forgot his glasses just as much.

And guess who had to remind him?  You!  Of course!  Every. Single. Time.

To wear his glasses, or put his contacts in.  But the week was busy at work – Tommy gone off again.  Or at least, this was his excuse.  More and more excuses poured throughout the week until it was a mere grunt at your suggestion.

Your knuckles blanching until you just gave up entirely. “Ah, fuck,” you hear from the kitchen, the view of Joel rubbing his eyes not long after the sound.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Joel,” words are sharp and you clench your teeth.  It catches Joel off guard at first, his head shooting up to meet your cold stare.  And before he can make an attempt to straighten you out, you stand up – rushing to the kitchen.  “I tell you this at least twice a fucking week.  ‘Joel, wear your glasses.  Joel, have you put your contacts in today?’  you know why your eyes hurt so fucking much?  Because you don’t listen to me, and I’m sick of it.”

“You know it’s been a rough week,” Joel’s tyrannical now, his jaw setting – ticking forward.

“Oh, I’m sorry – did I give you permission to speak?” you raise an eyebrow waiting for a reaction, but instead you witness the shift of his hips and the drop of his gaze.

He feels the energetic shift as much as you do, and seems into it.  The hitch in his breath gave him away.

“No, ma’am.”

“Bedroom.  Now.  Swear to god, if you make me repeat myself.”

So he goes and you follow.  And you bring a dining chair with you.

Placing it down, you go to the closet to grab some clothes before turning your heel to face a man whose cock shouldn’t be so fucking hard from getting your last nerve.

“I’m going to change, and you are going to sit on this chair.  Naked.  Do I need to repeat myself?”

Joel beseeches you silently with his dark stare and a steadfast shake of his head, “No, ma’am.”

You don’t respond because you don’t have to and usher yourself to the bathroom – door shuts behind you and you slip into something more dominating.

---

“Darlin’, it’s a little tight,”  Joel rattles now, his strength to hold back waning.  The rope that curled around the strong arches of his wrists tug harshly as it found tautness from behind the chair.

His wrists and ankles tied with knots that Joel taught you how to tie long ago.

The chair at the foot of the bed.

Feet planted firmly on the ground, you peer over him, changed into laced lingerie with leather accents. Red.  Cinched at the waist, your tits bloom out from the cups — daring to spill but never do.  You feel sexy, and you feel in control.  And fuck, you look so good.  Joel knows it, the way he sops you up just by his eyes.

He’s shorter than you like this, but his body still takes up so much space, and it’s intoxicating to observe Joel in such a submissive position in his sturdy frame.

“Is Darlin’ my name?” voice flat, you prop yourself up on the edge of the chair – tilting your head to scan over his body.  You take your time with each part of him.  Because his wrists are tied, yes, but you look down at the rest of him, completely stripped for you.  His hips jolt involuntarily, pathetically really, all from your words and you really watch between his legs.  The head of his cock pulsing with blush, weeping against his stomach and thigh as it arches.  And he twitches at your gaze.

“Oh, he likes that,” you remark condescendingly, and on any other day you’d be eager to wrap your lips around him.  To suck him until his toes curled and your name slipped through the air from his rough, but blissed out voice.  But tonight was about taking the lead, teaching a lesson.  Taking him how you wanted because you could.  And maybe because you loved him and wanted him to experience – to just experience without the expectation of being in command.

“Now, tell me,” you start, teasing the tops of your fingernails grazing the length of his thigh slowly – humming in approval, his body shuddering, his grunts fill the air, “what’s my name, Joel?”

“M-mommy,” the word scorches his cheeks, causing him to bite into his bottom lip and his eyes squeeze shut, precum beading to the tip.  His head hangs in unbearable arousal, chin lifting to catch your eyes.  The soft brown of his eyes, full of desire and willingness to do anything for you.  Anything… except doing what he’s told when he’s stubborn.  Your core aches when you squeeze your thighs together for relief, but you don’t falter.

“Mommy!” a fake gasp, you lean over to pat him on the cheek before smacking the skin ten percent harder, “That’s right!  Good boy!”

And that wrecks him, sends his hips flying off the seat as much as he can, but you’re quick to shove them down.  “Ah, ah, ah.  Not so fast, Mommy’s not done with you yet,” your fingers curl under his chin, coaxing him to look at you.

“How can you make me feel good, pet?  Let’s use our words,” you lean down enough for him to see your tits pushed together like this and the look on his face– god, you’d bottle it.  His brows wilted upwards, lips parting, and they’re so wet, so inviting, you want to kiss them for hours.  The right toy for you to use in pursuit of getting yourself off.

“I—I c’n use my mouth.  I wanna.  Wanna be good t’ya, mama,” and he’s almost begging.  He’s so close, you can tell he’s trying.  It’s just that, he’s distracted–  wants to devour you whole without having to ask, not like this.  He’s still not used to saying the things you so easily offer him on any other day.

“You wanna be good to me,” you repeat mockingly, tongue darting to one side of your cheek, “That’s too bad.  We’re not doing that yet, you still need to learn your lesson.  Gotta make sure you know who’s in charge, don’t we, darlin’?”

You don’t let him answer before you sit back at the edge of the bed, your legs spread as they relax against the mattress.  You watch Joel, how his head won’t look at you directly – not even if he wants to.  He feels too shy, too ashamed for not listening to you, and honestly you’re sick of it because you look fucking hot.

So you clap your hand at his chin lightly, “Miller.  Right here.”

Joel’s jaw clenches, and those deep eyes take their precious time to rake their gaze over you.

“Is that how you act when a gorgeous lady’s in front of you?”

Joel lifts his brows first, then his eyes, “No, baby– I’m sorr–”

“Not my name.”

You see Joel’s mandible flutter again in frustration now because yes, you’re grinding his gears, but the vulnerability makes him uncomfortable, and he grits out, “No, mommy.  I’m. Sorry.”

“You’re on thin fucking ice Joel,” your arms cross over your chest, leaning forward to make eye contact, and though it makes your tits raise, your body language says it all: last chance.

That seems to make him reroute his stubbornnesses because he’s back to open expressions and spread thighs – thick as his cock that weeps pitifully against his abdomen and thigh.

“Yes, ma’am.”

If you were to admit it to yourself, you’re distracted.  His cock looks so good, throbbing like that – bobbing with each twitch as his balls tighten along with it and he’s so perfectly thick your mouth waters, but it is not about making his ego feel good tonight.  Not yet, anyway.  He must understand this behaviour is unacceptable.  Just when you think about caving, you’re reminded of how fucking obstinate he’s been and you get annoyed – dominant, all over again.

“Here’s how tonight's gonna go.  I’m gonna touch myself, use your mouth, and if you’re good, I’ll ride your pathetic excuse of a cock.  Sound good?”  you flash a sardonic grin cutting him off when his mouth opens, “Good!  Now shut the fuck up.”

It shouldn’t make him hard and it shouldn’t make slick gather between your legs, but of course it does because you’re both insatiable when it comes to each other.  Fueling a fire that can’t be tamed anyway, you unfurl in front of him – one palm against the lush duvet while the other trails in front of you, through the lace of your panties.  You squeeze your thighs together again, spreading your mess and there’s a wicked grin on your face because you know he knows just how it feels to have those thighs squeezing around his head.  To make that messy pussy of yours glide over his features.  And the damp fabric emits subtle sloshes from just how turned on you are by this.  You love the opportunity to have the upperhand.

Joel, he looks rabid, eyes unable to move from your core while the sweetest sounds fall out of your mouth.  Like a hypnotising trick from the circling of your clothed folds – a magician’s secret.  His stare is so animalistic you almost want to egg him on like a dog: this what you want, boy?  But you’ve got him right where you want him, and you don’t want to take him anywhere else.

“It feels good, Joel,” you confirm with no pornographic moans.  Rather a solid melody to your tone.  Grounded in your power.  You want Joel to know you can make yourself feel good without him, despite it being very much because of him.  “Better than you can make me feel.”

And Joel can’t take it anymore – he can’t stand it when you lie to him.  He’s seen you with him.  How you blossom under his touch until your thighs are shaking all on their own.  Seen drool spill from the corners of your mouth as you take and take and take from him, slurred praises floating from your needy throat.

“That ain’t fuckin’ true,” he growls like a caged animal, hips squirming into the chair, and you stop pleasing yourself – wrist frozen as the pressure on your clit becomes lighter, eyes narrow.

“Did I let you fucking speak?”  Question rhetorical, you slip your scanty panties off and wad them up before prying his mouth open and shoving them, crotch-side first, inside to mute any more rebukes.  The taste of your sex coats his tongue and his moans are muffled, eyes roll back for a fleeting moment – as if he forgot what he was even saying to begin with.  His wrists slightly turning colour from the resistance against the rope.  Hog heaven, you can hear the southern phrase drawl from his lips without the words.

“And what?  You think you can make me feel better than I can?  You really think that?” Joel finally smartens up when he realises you’re naked from the waist down and can see the slick against the seams of your thighs while your legs are apart – how turned on you are by keeping him on a line, and god the air is thick.  His eyelids droop to the sound of your voice, the scent and taste of you overcoming him as a piteous nod is given to you.  Poor baby.

It should irk you, the fact that he believes he knows your body better than you do, but it rakes the coals instead.  It’s in that he’s so eager to show you how he can get you there – makes you curious, your pussy tingles in anticipation, pulse rises.

“If I let you go, are you going to be compliant?  Because if you think you’re in control, you’re wrong and I need to know you’ll be a good boy for me.  Will you be a good boy for mommy if I tell you what to do?”

The strained pleas from the fabric and emphatic nods give you reason to follow through with your promise.  And he looks like he means it, like you’ve worn him down to submit to you fully without restraint.  You can tell he’s in pain from how hard he is.  Like he’s being edged without even touching him.  His hands must be numb, his body could tremble at the slightest touch.

It’s enough for you to waltz behind him.  You loosen the rope, ghosting your hands over the other typically warm set and despite them being tingly – he can still feel you.  His breath hitches, the slopes of his shoulders are so gorgeous from behind.  The muscles of his back taut as they flex, their silent entreat for relief.  “It’s okay,” you whisper, now that you can’t see him, you feel more inclined to be forgiving.

The arousal is a constant build between the two of you.  When you let his wrists loose, he doesn’t move.  Just rolls his knuckles into fists, bringing blood and oxygen back to the extremities.  He’s good on his word, and makes that known when you untie his ankles.  He’s giving it up to you – totally conceding, and moreover adores this side of you.  He knows he’s the only one you could ever be this assertive with because the relationship you have creates room for it.  Both of you feel safe.  His teeth tighten around your panties when you come back around to him, and you cup your small hand, comparatively, to the side of Joel’s neck.

“You good little thing.  Got mama so proud,” pushing his curls back, you pull the spit-soaked garment from between his teeth and he’s beaming, nudging his cheek against your touch hungrily.  “Go lie on the bed, honey.”

His joints creak from age when he does, having sat there for what felt like an eternity but he does exactly as you say: nothing more, nothing less.  Hums softly to himself at the feeling of being able to lie flat on his back because it feels so good, and in the brief moment it’s there without a role – your adoration for him, the gentle quirks that make him so delectable.  He deserves to sit back like this, to let his brain just take rather than supply.

However impatient he may be in the process of submission.

“You are doing so well, Joel.  I know you have a pristine mouth too, don’t you?  Are you gonna show me your tongue?”  Getting onto the bed, you walk on your knees as this newly obedient Joel sticks out his tongue flat for you to float over.  Your throat dries at that, how perfect he can be for you like this.  A smirk comes over your features, “Much better with your tongue out than running it all the time,” and you swear you see Joel’s teeth creep up in a similar smile, but you’re busy straddling his waist with your ass facing his chest to notice.

His strong nose bumps against your clit when you bracket his head.  Sipping the air abrasively, your body seizes at the sensation.  Clearly more sensitive than your confident words let on, but that’s just the thing – you are confident and extremely horny and you can admit it.  So you give in, purring deliciously when you lower over his mouth until you’re sitting completely on his face.

“Love using this mouth for my cunt,” fingers tangle through the strands of his hair and you use it to roll your hips frantically, yet methodically, against the heat of his wet mouth.  His tongue hits your folds succinctly, on purpose, and even though you haven’t allowed him to touch you, his movements are so precise it’s as if he’s rolling your hips for you.

“Fuck, you’re swimming in it now,” you groan, neck thrown back before leaning your neck over to the side to watch his eyes flutter shut – the slight shake of his achy jaw, the sweat at the top of his hairline.  He’s putting in the work to take it, even when he feels like giving up.

The squelching of your juices has you in your own trance, and though you would wait for his cock to give into the prickling at the pit of your belly, you decide to go give in to what you want in the moment – to orgasm right here, right now.  All over Joel’s face.

Pulling the top of your pubic bone, your clit exposes to the plush of lips beneath you.  “Suck.”  The instruction is simple compared to the stir of fireworks that he sets off inside you.  Because he does what you say, and how you say it, instantly.  Joel’s eyes roll back alongside his muffled, but satisfied moans that vibrate against the bundle of nerves he’s taking his time to satisfy.  Wet suction sounds fill the room when the air breaks off, his tongue swirling right underneath the hood of you and you break out in a sweat from how impossibly good he is at this.

“Y-you’re so good for mommy,” you sound wrecked, Joel looks up at you when he catches just how gone you are.  Loving to see you take what you want from him, using his mouth to pleasure yourself.  You rock deeply, your hands knead over your lace-covered tits and when you look down at him again, he can’t keep his eyes off of you.  Eating you like he worships you, and you’re certain he does.

But using him meant not warning him when you were close.

So it comes as no surprise, the influx of low, masculine, ached groans from beneath you when your body responds to its pleasure.  Your fingernails dig into your fists as you shudder and moan above him, the lightning rising from your core to your limbs in a matter of seconds – and in waves.  You lean forward, catching yourself at the headboard and let out a slight chuckle at the comedown.  The two of you surfacing in between this power dynamic.  “Shit.”

That’s short lived under your ruling, however, and you slide off of him – getting your bearings.  Joel stays still, his mouth vivid pink to match his cheeks, beard and lips sheened with your slick.  The look in his eye shows his constraint, his need for something and when you pluck your gaze down his body.  His beautiful cock straining against his abdomen, a pool of precum greets you.

“This?”  You raise both eyebrows, pointing between his legs, “This needs touchin’?”

“Please,” fuck, he sounds ruined – consumed with lust and need for anything you can give him.  He’s really begging now, not the bullshit he tried to deliver you in the beginning.

“Okay, baby,” you coo, “You’re so good for me, gonna make you feel so good.”  When you finally, finally acknowledge his cock, his abdomen jolts though you barely touch his sides.  You laugh through your nose briefly, “That bad, darlin’?”  His head sways ‘yes’ against the pillow before saying it, and you waste no more time in your pursuit to obliterate him now.

So you straddle him.  Right at his waist, angling above where his twitching cock lies.  You can feel the heat radiate off the both of you.  Your core pulsing from your orgasm, wet from slick and spit.  You have some wits about you now that you came, and it aids you in authorising the next step – the step that has every nerve at the edge of its seat for Joel.

Joel’s body.  The taut skin, the hair down his arms and across the landscape of his chest down his middle.  Your own body fills with anticipation when you anchor your hips further down until your folds are greeted by the underside of his length and it’s unhurried when you both shudder in response.

“Sh-shit, shit, darlin’–mama,” he inhales sharply, those words transitioning to whimpers when you glide your hips over his cock back and forth with intention – applying more pressure with each pass.

“Yeah, you like that?”

Joel’s tongue skates over his bottom lip as he nods frantically, and you still yourself.

“Nuh uh.  Words, tell me.  Need to hear you say it, Joel.”

“F-feels so good, honey.  Feels like my kinda paradise.”

Or at least that’s what you are pretty sure you hear.  It’s rushed from his feverish breaths, but he’s doing his best.  Wants to make an impression that he is committed to giving in.  It’s when his eyes slip shut do you lean your body over him, tilting his chin, you wrap one hand around his throat though it doesn’t quite reach around to completion.

“You beautiful man. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?”

Joel blinks them open to see your hooded eyes above him, unable to hide just how in awe he is.

“Y’look gorgeous, mama,” and shit– you feel your cunt clench around the absence of him at that.  At how candid and altruistic his words are in the moment.

“You’re one to talk,” you run the tops of your fingers against his beard, hips languid.  “Stay right here.  My good boy.  M’gonna take this big fucking cock.  That’s right, isn’t it?  Make you know for certain who it belongs to.”

And he loves hearing you talk about him like this.  Looks so serene as you sit upright, peeling the rest of your layers off until you’re both naked and he looks like he desperately wants to touch you, but you give him a stern look – not yet.  Not until I take you myself.

Reaching behind, you press the head of his cock at your entrance and hiss at the instant stretch.  Not working yourself up with his fingers shows when you envelop him like this, and you can feel him digging his heels into the bed from just how you feel around the head of him.

“M-Mommy!”

The sound of him whining is symphonic to your ears.

“Shhhh, you can take it.”  The role reversal makes you shiver, your wet sex moving down a little more before you pull up, popping off of him completely and his hips stammer trying to follow you, but he soon realises the edge you’re bringing him to.

He’s greeted with your sinister smile.

“What, honey?”  You lean over him, forcing his chin up, you deliver a slap to his cheek before sliding down his cock again – working him up and down, then off again.

His bottom lip trembles and puffs.  He’s losing his cool, hands ghosting your hips because he knows better than to touch you like this.  Not when he’s so close to getting what he wants.  The heat, the fucking heat from them – you shake.

“P-p, mama, mmngh,” his whimpers put you in a daze.  How he feels so good he can’t even form a proper sentence.  Your free hand claws at his chest while the other at your front edges him – rocking against the underside of him again.  Minutes feel like hours when you rile him up like this, and you know you look a mess too.  Fucked out, nipples peaked and you catch his gaze on them – his hunger for you extends through the room leaving heat on your skin as it radiates, the energy bouncing off from this tantric experience.  The eye contact is insane: Joel’s pupils dilated, eager against the constant spasm of his cock against your messy folds.

All humidity, sweat, and sex make their presence irrevocably known.

You’re slipping.

But you muster one last discipline, leaning down so your tits graze against his chest.  You brush your nose against his, insisting his precum spreads against your entrance.  He grunts, teeth together, hips grinding as best as he can without breeding you into your submission.  And fuck, you’d almost allow it.

Almost.

 “Should’ve worn your fucking glasses.”  You whisper against his lips, your clit brushing against the coarse hairs of his lower abdomen, and it’s exactly then does he spill over his breaking point.

“I’ll wear them, I’ll wear them!” And, fuck, Joel sounds pained – he sounds sorry, and he sounds desperate.  “Please!  Please just let me come, mama.  I wanna paint ya up so good, honey.  P-please, mama!  I’ll get fuckin’ lasik – please, just lemme in that perfect pussy!”

That’s the green light.

Placing him back inside, your hips grind on him shallowly.  Both hands tighten around his throat, albeit a bit looser than the one fist he’d have around your neck – but it seems to do the trick and you buzz in satisfaction before a choked moan fills your lungs: the sound he’s been craving.  Your body giving in, doing what it does.  It’s nature, after all, giving into these feelings.  “Fucking take this cunt.  Fill mommy up, yeah?  You wanna make me a real mama, baby?  C’mon, let go for me.  You can let go, you can move.”

It’s a lightswitch.  It’s flipping a breaker, giving Joel such permission.

You yelp when he tosses you off of him.  Onto your back, he’s on his knees within a blink – gripping your thighs, he pries you apart before his cock spears inside you with little remorse, and “Oh-my god – your cock!” you scream.  It’s exactly what you need now.  You nod through knitted brows, praises fill the space between you.  You take his chin between your thumb and pointer, one arm around his shoulders you pry his lips apart to transfer spit right inside his mouth.  Your tongue glides over his and he drinks straight from the source.  You can feel his Adam's apple wobble as it swallows what you’re giving him underneath the pad of your thumb.  “That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you mutter sloppily from the rutting of his deviant hips.

Gravity’s against you when you spit in his mouth again, getting some of it on your chin and nose, but fuck, you don’t care.  You want it filthy like this with your head half off the bed, his fingers plucking your nipples as it ripples pleasure down your center.  “I’m doin’ okay, mama?  This whatcha need?”  This sly fucker.  “S-s’perfect!”  The requirement of reassurance fastens you in the leadership role you assumed in the beginning, and you’re so fucking thrilled Joel’s your partner.  How he can deliver you mindblowing thrusts, yet still look at you through his lashes like he’s the softest motherfucker on the planet.  A gleam of pride in his eyes and at the corner of his lips when he hears your juices be tapped in a fast tempo by his heavy balls.  Like giving you pleasure is the pearl he longs to hold for dear life itself in his capable hands.

Of course, he circles your clit for good measure.  Of course he would.  Little shit.  It works like a charm.

He knows your body, said it himself.  How it operates, how to take you there.  And you’re panting, hips lift to be greeted by his thrusts all the way to the base of your stomach – achieving the spongy spot only Joel can reach.

You feel it happen like a coiling, a buildup of thin air and then all at once: immense pleasure.  It snaps, your body convulsing around his cock, core fluttering as your moans get higher, and you think he’d slow down, but it makes him work harder.  You try to keep your eyes on him, but it’s just no use, he’s too good at his job.  “F-fuckin’, mmngh,” you can’t get out much else, but you’re soaking his cock – what else could possibly be said?  Your tits bounce to his thrusts and you can tell this is it for him.  He’s been so proficient at keeping it together all this time.  Your eyes pop open then, lips wet, you tug for him to come closer.  You don’t fucking care that his sweat sticks to your shoulder when he buries his forehead against your neck.

Joel keeps his whimpers close to your ear.  His moans of your name, his passion for this feeling – all of it, right against you.  Like a secret, like a prayer and you’re the divine goddess in every moment of reverence.

“Can’t last,” he drawls, a coherent sentence flows through him for a moment and you nod, mouth brushing against the red of his neck.  “Give it to me, Joel.”  Lips dance at his pulsepoint as the contact bounces from his thrusts, and you can hear his heart thud from outside his body.  It floods you, the sawing of his cock inside, the swelling sensation against your walls.  Tugging his hair, you pull him back just enough to see his faded eyes, “Give me every drop, baby boy.  Come for mommy.”

His lips attempt to make contact with yours, but really all he can do is breathe heavily into your mouth and it’s dizzying, being each other’s oxygen.  “S-s… so p-perf–,” he tries, he really tries in making the words connect, but even his core feels shaky from his forearms on either side of your head.  You snake your hands around his throat once more, and that’s fucking it.

Joel’s sounds are a mix of the low grunts you know, tailending with particular whimpers that leave you moaning back to him like a call to each other.  Holy fuck, you’ve never heard him make that sound before.  And he’s good on his promise – coating your inside sticky with his substance, your own vibrational tone is low in your throat as you hum in approval.  Until he rides it out.  Until his pleasure turns sensitive and his hips come to an end.

“Oh, baby,” you praise, delicate hands leaving his throat, you pet his back – warm and masculine and rippled with muscles that he attained from his work.  He’s out of breath, and you both laugh at it, pressing tender kisses to his nose and lips.

“Might fuckin’ die at this rate.”

“Well, at least we had a good run.”

It feels empty when Joel pulls out of you, his lanky body shakes the bed when he gracefully thwacks onto the mattress beside you.

“Mmmng.”

A flawless response.  Mmmng, indeed.

You stretch your arms overhead, facilitating a yawn in the process.

And you don’t ignore the way it feels to have his cum spill out of you.  Hot and sticky and where it’s meant to be.

“Stay there,” you whisper, rolling onto your side, “You did so good.  I’m so proud of you, baby.”  You even speak differently now – tender and light, peppering kisses all over his tired face in satisfaction.  Slipping up to your feet, you go to the adjoined bathroom and run the bath.  Putting a couple of drops of your favourite essential oil to make the sensual experience last in the afterglow.  You peek your head out from the bathroom door when it’s ready and give him a gentle look of compassion.  “It’s ready.”

Joel grunts when he propels all of his upper body strength to sit up in one go.  You can’t get enough of him.  The way he looks – sleepy and fucked, arms thick and shoulders broad.  You have both earned this bath, even if it’s crowded.  He sinks in, and you get in front of him, and honestly you both close your eyes for a long while.  Exhausted, used.  He wraps his arms around the front of your shoulders, and it’s regulatory to your nervous system.

“I really am sorry,” he finally gruffs, wide palms cater to your shoulders as you melt and sink into the bathwater with him.  “This week’s been… it don’t matter.  You tell me ‘bout my eyes all the time, and I never listen.  I will, I promise.  I didn’t mean t’make your life harder.”

You frown at the last bit, turning in the water so your chest is against his.  Drops spill out the tub when you do.

“You never make my life harder, Joel.”

“Seems like it,” and you can tell he’s not saying it to play the victim.  He’s vulnerable and feels safe enough to share this shame with you.  “Seems like I end up fuckin’ somethin’ up.”

No.  You won’t be having any of that.

Taking his cheeks between your hands, you shake your head in tandem with your words.  “Not even close, do you understand?”  Sternly, you keep his eyes poured into yours.  “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.  I mean it.  You make everyday brighter.  Even when you’re a royal pain in my ass.”

You both join in with laughter before you rest your warmed cheek to the hairs on his chest.  “I swear.”

Joel’s throat vibrates to the tune of your last words, and fingers comb through your hair, leaving you both to flutter your eyes shut in the all-too-small bathtub.

“Okay, I believe you.  But only ‘cuz I’m a pain in your ass.” 

You take in his warmth, so much as sniffing at his words, and it feels good to be connected like this after those moments of taking matters into your own hands.  It feels good for both of you to be unarmed to each other without consequence.

When it's time for you to get out, you dry off before holding out a towel to wrap around him and you lean up, pressing your lips to his – both naked and comfortable.  Basking in the aftermath – the scene you two created in the bedroom you transition into.  Your eyes scan over the bed: the unkept version of sheets, pillows haphazardly thrown together and you individually slip your clothes on.  It feels nice to have a soft fabric cloak over your skin, his t-shirt fitting easily from the worn material.  Joel takes your hand in one of his, the dining chair in the other.  You look back at the room before flipping the light off.  At least for a moment, you’re both pretty tired and will work around the mess soon.

Then there's the kitchen.  Where it started.  But you don’t feel the same aggravation creep up as it did before.  Instead, Joel wraps his arms protectively around you when you rise to your tiptoes to grab a couple of mugs from the cupboard.  It feels like slipping into a warm pool, and you never want to leave.  He is more enchanting than the tub could ever be.

“Hot liquid for my man?”

“Y’could just say tea, I ain’t gonna gag, you know?”

You snicker, turning the kettle on and closing your eyes as his chin tucks at the crease of your neck, not so sure he means it.  Coffee?  Yes.  A blend of chamomile and lavender?  You weren’t so sure.  But he doesn't turn his nose up when you press the teabag to him, so you sneak a kiss and you plop one bag in each cup.

“I dunno, you might gag,” a knowing smirk grows at the side of your cheek that Joel’s at and you mercifully knock temples, as if your brain waves could send each other the memories you have from tonight.  Everything primal and raw, all for the both of you.

“No more gaggin’ tonight,” there’s a laugh in Joel’s words and you scratch his beard idly as you pour your hot drinks when it’s time.  “That’s alright, baby boy.  Mama can handle a little bit of gagging if it means you’re taking.”

“You better watch it,” smile behind his voice, his nose nudges the edge of your jaw and a shudder draws out a small purr from deep in your chest – especially because you know there’s not an ounce of a menacing tone behind the threat.

“I’m not doing anything,” the grin transfers to your face and you turn to face him, arms wrapping around his shoulders because you can and he pulls you up until your feet leave the ground.  It’s a stretch that feels good, your heart’s content.

“Yeah, you’re just so good.  You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be bad unlike us common folk.”

And that makes your cheeks rush with blood because you know it’s only a matter of time before the tables turn.  Before you’re caught doing something Joel has told you thousands of times to do or don’t, and he has you in some precarious position to drive you back to the version of your best self.

Still, it’s funny, and you nose against the column of his neck – all sweat still mixed with the bathwater and something so innately, masculinely, Joel Miller.  “Not too good, just clever.  I get away with a lot more than you think, old man.”

“Easy.”  His tone shifts all too easily into a warning, his hips pinning you to the edge of the countertop.  Your eyes widen before you press your index finger to his lips, shushing him.

“Relax,” you pet his shoulders, before leaning up to kiss his eyelids, “I like that you’re an old, senile man I can swindle.”

“Goddamn, you’re at record time in attempting to prove just how misbehaved y’really are.”

Finishing the tea, you hand his mug off with a nonchalant shrug.

“I learn from the best, I guess.”

You wait a beat.

“So… lasik, huh?”

Joel practically chokes on his beverage.  “Uhhh…,”

“Great!  I’ll book the appointment tomorrow!”

You won’t (probably), but the look on his face is priceless.

“Yeah, yeah.”  That makes Joel smile eventually, his rough hand cupping the side of your face before planting a dichotomously tender kiss to your forehead, and you are steadfast to reciprocate the affection.

The only thing that matters, anyway.

No matter all the hardships, the restless nights.  It’s this.  It’s delivering Joel to his knees as he worships you, then securing him with a warm cup of liquids in the form of tea, bath, the undulating nature of your arms in their energetic vibrations when they find his frame.

You would take care of him.  You would catch him.

Like how rivers bend and rush to oceans:

Everything leads back to him.

taglist: @cool-iguana @livingdeadmaria @sinfulrock @jasminedragoon @alloftheboysivelovedbefore @nobodycanseeinsidemysoul @scarletthefierce @pedritoferg - comment to be added, and please let me know if i missed you!

#bee's requests #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #sub!joel #sub!joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #tlou #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #bratty!joel #bratty!joel miller #by bee #joel the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller the last of us

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Snake, madam red, lau, agni, and Soma

With Ceil cousin ( the mom of his cousin, we need better name it's gets confusing), like how are they liked with a hard working mother who care for her only son ( care enough that they still trying to get out of the Phantomhive name liked that previous ask )

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Blackbutler

Madame Red

When she hears about you through the grapevine she’s interested

Further impressed with your literate ability and pride in your single-motherhood

She does have a nasty habit for killing people who don’t

“What confidence…I admire that about you dearest cousin.”

She’s plenty pleased that Ciel’s decided to keep you with him

Not only to have a valid excuse to bug you but to be the perfect one to help you ‘run’

“Society’s hard on us women, it’s best if we stick together. Right~?”

She enjoys the attention and needy face+ you give her when trying to scheme 

She doesn’t care all that much that Ciel is well aware of this

After all, he isn’t exactly privileged enough to be a shoulder you lean on 

“Sorry but I’m not going to stop! Us two are just two peas in a pod! We belong together!”

Lau

“Ah~so Ciel has added another to the pack? How interesting!”

He really is intrigued especially when you outright scold him and Ran Mao 

“Have some dignity you two. There are children present!”

“Oh do we upset you mother dearest?”

“Don’t mock me. And if you’re going to smoke do it outside, scum.”

“Oh? Your twittering is so violent, why don’t you sing instead? It’d surely make you an even prettier prize.”

“Hey! Miss (Y/n) please don’t throw that at ‘m! Please don’t!”

He loves provoking you 

He thinks its hot

Most women he’s met are a lot more docile 

And with a child no less 

Oh what’d he give to have you straddle him like Ran Mao 

To have you beg him for his help 

But it seems your pride excludes him from your ventures

Too bad you don’t want to work with him an opium manufacturer

He’d love to take care of you both

Agni 

He admires your diligence 

And the way you smile when you talk to your baby boy

He wonders why you don’t treat Ciel the same way

“It must be nice to be able to travel as freely as you two do.”

“...I’m sure the prince wouldn’t mind, having you travel with us.”

“While I wish I could, the government won’t allow me to go so freely. Currently, the acting ‘man’ isn’t willing to let me go.”

“...What’s his name? Surely he wouldn’t refuse an honest marriage proposal.”

He’d wish you weren’t silenced from telling him

Otherwise, he might be tempted to go behind his prince’s back again

Soma

“Marry me (Y/n)! Ciel can take care of your child and we can go back to–”

“Can’t and won’t. My child goes with me, no matter what.”

“Awwwww!”

Because he acts like a child its a given you treat him like one

And man does it feed his mommy issues

When he decides he wants you he’ll have you 

He just has to keep asking nicely right?

If not he’ll just have Agni relocate you

That way he’d be the only baby that you have

Snake

“Well that’s a strong mate if I ever sees one–says Wormsworth. And I agree.”

He’s used to being feared

not anyone with genuine knowledge of his reptilian compatriots

So already he holds a strong attraction to you 

He can’t believe Ciel intends to hurt you 

He doubted from the start

So he can’t be tricked to think he’s not protecting you and your kid

So he might sabotage your schemes or send a snake when its going too well

He wants you to love him he really does 

But if all he can do is protect you he’ll do just that

Besides if you left how else would he show you how good of a mate he is

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere Black Butler #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere snake black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji snake #yandere soma black butler #yandere soma kuroshitsuji #yandere snake #yandere soma #yandere agni #yandere madam red #yandere lau #yandere lau kuroshitsuji #yandere madame red

[lovingelegance]

Sugar Mommy/Daddy AU (🎊Event)

Headcannons + Short Scenarios!

Summary of this event : basically an AU where you’re a sugar mommy/daddy for genshin men, scenarios and some of my personal headcannons! (Be prepared because I’m not including everything that’s in here…)

Characters, Albedo, Ayato, Capitano, Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Xiao, and Zhongli. || Sorry if I didn’t include your fav here!! I couldn’t think of anything for them :(

Side note : I kind of wanted to do this for like so long but never had any excuse too, but in celebration for getting unshadow-banned (finally) I’m making this an event? Cheers to getting unshadow-banned!🥂

Before we start, sorry for my grammar mistakes! (If I have any) 🫶🫶

❕Albedo

Your his sugar mommy/daddy because he needs new books with spells, potions, expensive and hard to obtain items/materials just you know the typical stuff Albedo would need to do his research..

I don’t know what to call this but he’s really into you experimenting on him and stuff, overstimulate him or edge him he’ll be so turned on. He wants you to test his limits, put a vibrator in him that reaches deep inside him and he would just be in utter bliss?! Oh and maybe gag him and look him in the eyes with no expression.

His thighs and nipples would be very very sensitive, touch his thighs while you tug on the nipple clamps you bought him. Maybe throw in some degrading and it’ll have him cumming in a second.

❗️ Scenario beneath

“Let’s test out this new “gadget” I bought.” You said while holding Albedo’s chin. The “gadget” you were referring to was a vibrator, it had up to 6 vibrations. From the lowest to the highest, you decide to go with the 3rd vibration. You quickly shoved it into Albedo and his reaction was amusing. “AH-! O-Oh my-” though you thought you chose the middle vibration level. Seems like Albedo is still sensitive after all. His breathing became hitched, “Let’s move up a level, shall we?” You say with a smirk on your face.

As his moans became louder you started to touch his nipples. “Fuck-!.. mm~!!” you rubbed them slowly, as they began to get harder. “Do you like that?~” you teasingly said. Albedo could only whimper out in response, his head thrown back as you turn it the the next level once again. His thighs started to tremble, “Gonna- C-Cum~!.. Ple-Please let me—!” You suddenly turn down the vibration to the first level. Albedo looks at you in disbelief, with those eyes. Begging silently.. “Don’t worry, you can take at least one more right? For me?” You whisper, he nodded his head in response and bit his lip. Oh you were going to have a fun time with him.

~ ⭐️

❕Ayato

Okay,, where do I start? This man probably would have you as a sugar mommy/daddy just for fun, or either expenses he doesn’t want to pay for, but he does enjoy being a sugar baby that’s for sure. He loves being pampered in gifts and affection.

He would totally wear the sluttiest lingerie for you, just imagine you coming home from a long day of work or whatever you were doing just to be greeted by your beloved ayato welcoming you home with the pretty lingerie you bought for him on himself. He would even tease you about staring at him, I mean you can’t help it he just looks gorgeous right now.

Not very disobedient but will act up once in a while. When he does, fuck him till he breaks. I’m telling you right now he will totally enjoy it. Make him scream out your name and only your name. Fuck him at a fast pace and roughly, he would be instantly on cloud nine! Treat him like a cheap whore.

❗️ Scenario beneath

“Welcome home dear..” you hear a familiar voice throughout the hallway. “Ah, Ayato-” you were cut off guard when you saw Ayato. You had recently bought him lingerie, though you weren’t expecting him to wear it today. “Such a surprise, you look absolutely beautiful.” You say while you walk towards him. Putting your coat on the nearest surface of a object. The lingerie suited him well and showed off his body in the ways you always liked. You knew once you saw that pair of lingerie you had to get it for Ayato. Your hand were placed on his waist while the other on his chest. “Something catch your eye?” He says while slightly grinning. “Of course, you.” Ayato unbuttoned your shirt while maintaining eye contact with you.

Ayato’s lingerie was slowly falling off as you fingered and made out with him. Earlier you ordered for him to keep the lingerie on and for it to not get dirty, but it felt impossible the way you made him loose his mind. The pleasure clouded his head, soon he couldn’t get a word out of his mouth. “I should buy more lingerie for you, yeah?” You suggested, though he could only moan out in response. Taking another good look at his state, you were purely astonished.

~🧋

❕Capitano

I feel like he’s not the type to go look for a sugar mommy/daddy, personally I would like to think that you knew each other before this whole thing happened.. you would also be the one suggesting it. He would agree just because why not or for the experience, (Literally this is all I could think of for this part😭

Man in the streets whore in the sheets,, I just had too.. but anyways… I also think he’s the type to try to be quiet because he’s embarrassed about the sounds he makes, comfort him and maybe say something along the lines of, “Don’t be so quiet, I hear your gorgeous moans.” He would be so red after you said that, maybe just tie, hold, or grab his hands so he wouldn’t have a chance to cover his moans :)

Oral with Capitano.. oh my god. You or him receiving he would be a moaning whimpering mess. He just can’t help it, it feels too good to not act like the way he is at the moment. Looking up/down on him with that dominating look gets him turned on ever more..

❗️ Scenario Beneath

You place a kiss to his thighs, nibbling on them almost. Capitano covered his mouth with his hand, he was trying to not seem desperate. Looking at him then his thighs you decided to spread them apart further. “Why so shy today?..” you ask, he just looked down. You figured he just was, no particular reason. Though, when you thought about it maybe.. just maybe he would tell you. “If you don’t tell me I’ll stop,” you stood. Now you were looking down on him. “Ah,- well, I.. I’m a bit embarrassed doing lewd things like this.. It’s not like I don’t like it or anything-” you grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye, giving the look he always loved. “No need to be embarrassed around me sweetheart.”

“Uh-! S-Shit..” his breathing started to become faster. You licked his tip, then put his cock in your mouth. He had remembered when you said “Your noises are breathtaking.” and got turned on even further. He cursed under his breath, he wasn’t going to last if he kept on remembering. That’s when you said something, “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Then he came on the spot. He was flustered, that was for sure. He shivered a bit.. You smirked at him after that, he was so sensitive you thought to yourself. Hungrily, you went for more.

~🌒

❕Childe

Although he has plenty of mora, he would do it for the fun of it as well. Or just a why the hell not? He would also probably ask you to buy him training gear, new weapons, stuff like that.. just nice stuff he doesn’t need to buy but stuff you can buy for him.

I think we can all agree that he would be a masochist. Whip him, step on him, humiliate him, slap him, just do anything you please to him. Hell, even spit on him?! He wants to be of use to you, a toy for you. A slut for you and only you. Though, mix in some praise. “Your such a good slut for me.” Something like that and it’ll have him lusting for more. (Give him good aftercare after that though, reassure him just saying,,)

This man thrives off of attention, keep your eyes on him it will make him feel great. Though.. if he acts like a brat ignore him. It will humble him realll quick. That’s one way to tame him. Although the other way is to simply break him. What I mean by that, fuck him till he can’t get a word out. That requires more work, but which ever one you would prefer.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“Whoops!~ looks like I’ve dropped something..” Childe said while bending over to get whatever he dropped. Showing his ass off. That was of course, for your attention. You weren’t looking at him, you were looking at your phone. Texting a friend and simply catching up. Mean while Childe got somewhat pissed off. He wanted your attention, and he wasn’t getting it. Childe wanted to use another method, he than sat on your lap and proceeded to whisper dirty things in your ear. He still wasn’t getting the reaction and attention he wanted. His other attempts failed, but he was determined. Soon, you murmured “I can’t hear you.” You wanted to make him say the things out loud, proving he meant it. Every, single, word.

“I want you to fuck me, use me, humiliate me, praise me, do whatever you want with me.. I’ll be a good slut for you..” he drags a finger down your chest and places it just a bit above your hips. Looking up at you, with alluring eyes. “And.., only for you.” You finally turned off your phone and put it aside. A sadistic smile appeared on your face, grabbing his waist with one hand and another holding his chin. Pulling his face to yours, passionately making out. He pulled away, letting out a slutty moan of his. “I’ll make sure to use you well tonight.” tossing his clothes aside aggressively. He got the reaction he wanted, finally. Childe won’t be able to get off easy as this time.

~🐳

❕Diluc

He personally, wouldn’t call you a sugar daddy/mommy. Though, your relationship with him is what most people would call it. You tend to his needs, and give him what he wants. Whether sexually or buying something for him. Or maybe just spending time with him intimately. There are times where he personally needs his own space and you have to respect that!

Would be into hair pulling. But, lowkey. The way he found out he was into was that one night where he was giving you a blow job/eating you out. You were close and pulled his hair slightly, he didn’t know at first but he was turned on by it. At first, he tried to bring it up to you but was too shy, but when it was the right time he mentioned it and you had many ideas in your head after that..

I’m telling you guys right now.. Be gentle with him and also be patient with him. Babe needs it. Some people might not agree with this but this is what needs to be said, he’s been through it and I strongly believe this man is touch starved. (very if I have to mention) Fulfill what he wants and you’ll get the best out of him. Oh and I personally believe he has veins!!

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“Do you like that?” You cooed. Looking him in the eyes lovingly, rubbing his nipples slowly. “m..mhm,”he tries to bite back a moan. His hair scattered out, not in the usual pony tail he would wear. He looked beautiful with his hair down, you’d have to admit. “You’re getting very hard, just from a little touching here..” you playfully tease. He breaks eye contact, a bit embarrassed. You move the strands of hair that cover his face, you observed his face for a bit and saw blush covering his cheeks. “C-Can you please go a bit.. faster..?-” he was cut off with sudden movement and almost cried out. “Would you like me to touch you down there?” almost whispering, “Yes.. P, Please..~” Diluc pleaded. Stroking his cock, just the way he liked it. He threw his head back and held your hand tightly.

Tears falling from his eyes from the pleasure, it’s not like he hasn’t experienced this before but with you it’s different to him. He felt safe, he could trust you with making him feel indescribable things. “I think I’m g-going too—!” He whimpered, as he came all over his stomach. His eyes rolled back as he lost control. You place a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. “You did great Diluc.” The way you said his name made him feel butterflies in his stomach, as if he was experiencing this for the first time. “Thank.., you.” he whispered, just enough so you could hear him.

~🌹

❕Dottore

Jeez where do I start? Well, he knows that he can get his own mora, but why make that when you can get someone else to give you mora? Literally, this is how I think he thinks if that makes sense?? Anyway, when you purchase stuff for him sometimes you do not know what you’re getting yourself into.. LMAO

Would probably make stuff (cough cough aphrodisiacs..) for both of you to try out. Probably would get him horny thinking about it. (Also stuff to boost stamina so you guys can go at it longer..) Definitely the one who would have suggested it. He always has some of those just in case. Iykyk!

Definitely into the testing stuff, the thing I mentioned in Albedos. If you didn’t read it basically experimenting on him, though.. he wants pain to be involved with it. He wants to see bruises, hickeys, scratches, stuff like that on his body. Just because he wants to be reminded of whatever happened between you and him that night.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

The aphrodisiacs were supposed to kick in a few minutes ago, you thought. You looked at Dottore and he gave you that look, to be patient. It kicked in the moment he gave you that look. Shit. It was the first time you tried this and you felt passion burn inside of you. You could tell Dottore was feeling the same thing, the moment you locked eyes the tension rose. It’s as if you are loosing control. As you prepared for this all he did was give a nod and you hurried your way to him. Taking both of your clothes off as fast as you ever could, you didn’t care you were in the kitchen as this happened. You picked him off his feet then to the kitchen counter. “Fuck- give it to me.” You quickly grabbed the bottle of lube that was next to you and prepped Dottore. Sticking two fingers instantly earned a rasped moan from him. Dottore shivered. As you quickly thrusted your fingers, he let out shaky gasps.

Finally, you slammed your cock/strap in him. “MMN—! More—.. Give-me more~!!” He leaves a high pitched moan after you pound him over and over again. You were both drunk on the feeling. Sloppily kissing him as salvia drips down his chin. Dottore was close, you decided to speed up and go rougher. He loved the feeling, soon he was seeing stars. “AH- t-think ‘m gonna cum..~!!” You thrusted into him once more as he came all over his stomach. Though, you both weren’t satisfied there. The insatiable lust felt endless, though you kept going until the effect wore off.

~🧪

❕Gorou

He would totally buy stuff for his troops and gifts as well. Especially for Kokomi. Whenever people ask him how he has all these gifts to give he just gets very flustered and changes the topic or just shrugs it off and walks away while being very red. He won’t ever admit he had a sugar daddy/mommy around people he isn’t close with. Though Kokomi has her curiosities she doesn’t want to dig in his business.

I think you guys already know the drill. Pet play, and I will elaborate! Leashes, collars, (a bit of bondage) you know.. the goood stuff. Please praise this boy. You’d be doing him a favor. Call him a good pup/puppy, or good boy. Nothing wrong with that route! Also, give him head pats!!

Breeding kink.. 100%. Cannot convince me otherwise unless you have a better idea. Fill him with your semen and place a butt plug to keep it in. He would love the idea. Belly bulge, seeing it makes him turned on. I think that’s pretty explainable.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“Who’s my good boy?” You cooed. Tugging on the leash to his collar. His tail wagged happily. “I am!” He jumped up on you and snuggled up to you. You smile, patting his head then stroking his hair. You feel something poke at you. Looking down, it was Gorou’s cock. He was hard. “Mm, would you like me to help out with that?” teasing him, you put a finger on his tip.. feeling mischievous. He nodded eagerly, so needy. Taking his hand and placing it on his cock you then say, “First.. I want you to do it yourself, do you think you could do that?”

“Master.. it-, it doesn’t feel the same!! When you do it, it feels so different—” he whines. “Cute.” You thought to yourself. “Baby, just try it.. if you ever need help I’m here.” You say reassuringly. “But..” He stopped. “I will do it for you.. master.” Stopping his protest. You felt yourself getting more hornier, getting harder/wetter from his actions. You make him sit on your thigh as he jerks off. His facial expressions were priceless. The way he whimpered out, and how he was trying to get himself cum.. He’s was working so hard, you should reward him with something… sweet.

~🐶

❕ Itto

You met up with Shinobu and she introduced you to Itto. You either thought he was adorable or just the opposite, no in between. You started getting more closer with him somehow and you found yourself buying stuff for him. (Some unnecessary things he’d probably use for like a day??)

Man. Corruption kink with Itto.. MAKE THIS MAN INTO A WHORE. Anyways! He would probably say the most sluttiest thing and wouldn’t even know what he said because of how fucked out he would be. In the beginning though… he would probably say something like “This is so lewd..” and blush hard.

Training him to take your cock/strap. Oh my god. Put two fingers in his mouth, and for a challenge three. Make him suck them and lick them how he would with your cock/strap. Damn, imagining it sounds amazing ngl.

❗️Scenario Beneath

“That’s good sweetheart, keep doing that.” You coo. Looking at Itto sadistically. He was sucking eagerly on two of your fingers so nicely. You wanted to reward him, but after he gets used to your third finger in his mouth. “Mm, I think you deserve another.. don’t you?” You say getting closer to him. He nodded in a needy way, you chuckled and shoved another finger in his mouth. He gagged and a smug looked appeared on your face. Thrusting the fingers, tears almost falling down his face. You couldn’t help but have something spark in you.

You and Itto went at this for a good ten minutes. You were bored and pulled out your cock/strap. Itto drooled at the sight. Taking out the wet fingers and stroked your cock/strap with them, “Pl-Please..?” He quietly whined. You tilt your head, acting confused. “Please what sweetheart? Say it.” You asked. “I want your cock/strap in my mouth..” he whispered, you pretended that you couldn’t hear him. “Huh? Speak up, I can’t hear you.” he looked at you with puppy like eyes, but that won’t work this time. You waited for a response and he finally delivered one. “I need your cock/strap in me.” He said more confidently. A smug look appeared on your face again, then you shoved him down on your cock/strap. This was a reward for him being a good whore for you.

~💥

❕Kazuha

You guys crossed paths during your travels and now you travel with him coincidentally. You take him to nice places, places he’s never seen before. Writing poetry about the places you take him makes him happy. He never really bothers asking you for stuff but when he does it’s just small favors or items.

Bondage with Kazuha, he would be so pretty in red ropes I just know it. He would love being tied up, just being restricted in sex just turns something on in him. He would trust you 100% to do what you do best. (Up to you to decide what you want to do to him!!)

Edging. End of conversation. Jkjk, “You can do it baby.” Just reassuring him he can do it and survive getting edged another time. For my people who like overstimulation, you can also do that with Kazuha. He is open with anything, but I personally would like to focus on Edging with him. (Cause I literally haven’t written anything with edging yet.. I think. I also think he would be into that.)

❗️Scenario Beneath

Kazuha squirms beneath you as you stroke his cock slowly. Gasping at the sensation, Kazuha wasn’t typically the person to get impatient but he felt like he’s been here for hours. On and on. “Aww baby.. would you like me to go faster?” You say looking at him. “Yesyesyes!” He said quickly as a moan escaped from his mouth once you stroked his cock faster. His cock was so.. sensitive. He was going to cum by the way his body was reacting, “Ngh-! Gonna- cum~!” You stopped. He cried out, “Wh, Why’d you stop?” He asked, inhaling sharply. “Well, we wanna build a good orgasm right? The relief of getting to cum after getting edged..” you placed your pointer finger to his bottom lip.

“I- I guess so..” He soon groaned out as you started to pump his cock again. Pre-cum leaking out of his cock, you made sure to go extra slower this time. Kazuha shut his eyes, hoping for time to go faster so he could get his release. “Be a good boy for me, you’ll get what you want soon.” You reassured him and went faster. His breathing started to hitch. “Please—!” He cried out. You stopped once again. His face was red, Kazuha couldn’t wait till he came. The thought of it turned him on even more.

~🍂

❕Scaramouche

Well he has to find some source of mora once he left the Fatui. You just popped out of no where mysteriously and offered him a deal. You get time with him and mora will be handed over, he could have rejected but something in him didn’t.

Make him your maid he would secretly love it. He would always tell you he hated it but his reactions from your hand under his skirt say otherwise! Though.. he’s not very good at his job you still keep him in check. Also feminization with him.. oh my lord….. buying skirts and dresses for him.

Would be a brat but if you fucked him hard enough he would shut right up. But sometimes, you shouldn’t give him what you want and just deal with his brat act. He secretly wants you to bend him over and fuck him roughly or just shove your cock/pussy in his mouth.

❗️Scenario Beneath

“W-Why is this skirt so.. so short?!” Scaramouche complained. You signaled for him to turn around, “It’s not short, you’re just being dramatic.” saying while shrugging. He went to go on try out the other outfits you bought him and looked at all of them in disbelief. “C’mon, you can’t take all day. Have you forgotten I’ve got places I need to be?” You say while having your hand on your forehead. He comes out with another outfit, a particular one that catches your eye. He complained once again, although you ignored. “HEY! Are you even listening to me?!” Scaramouche exclaimed. You roll your eyes and focus onto the outfit once again, “Bend over for me.”

“Huh-?!” He says, you shoot him a glare then he turns around and bends over. “Let’s make this quick,” you say while removing the clothing parts that covered his ass and cock. “Ugh, fine.” Scaramouche didn’t want to argue this time so he complied. You noticed he kept a butt plug in. How interesting, you thought to yourself. Removing that and replacing them with your fingers. He covered his mouth although you still heard his moans. You quickly thrusted them, soon after you pumped his cock. His legs started to shake, and before you knew it.. You could tell this was going to be longer than expected.

~⚡️

❕ Thoma

Wouldn’t even know that you were his sugar daddy/mommy, when Ayato first told him that you were he was shocked. He just thought you were very generous and.. gave him a lot more stuff that just the usual. If you know what I mean.. Though, he didn’t complain. He liked that as well.

This man is so flexible with anything. I’m not even sure what to write for him at this point.. he would enjoy it if you called him a whore or a good boy. But that depends on what state he’s in, of course. Whether he’s the top or bottom he’ll always find pleasure in it! Overstimulation or getting edged. Personally I am a person who believes in good boy Thoma supremacy!! Well.. more. But on those days where I think he’s a absolute whore, they’re for another day.

Doggy Thoma lives in my mind rent free I’m not even going to lie. Fucking him in doggy style while tugging on his leash. Sensitive Thoma who can cum with his nipples being played with only.. I mean hell, he’d be asking you to breed him sometimes. Fill him full of your cum and watch him be on cloud nine.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

Rubbing his nipples, you also stroke his cock. “I love that desperate look of yours.” You said in the tone he always loved. He shivered and whined out. “Please- fuck me already, I-I’ll be a good boy!!” He says. You chuckle, shaking your head. He decided to cum without your permission, so you decided to give him a small amount of punishment. He usually doesn’t act up but when he does, you let it slide occasionally. But now, you were feeling a bit more.. sadistic. The tears running down his face awakened something in you. Maybe, it was time to explore this new side with Thoma.

You were edging him for long, you decide to fuck him and give him what he wants. Until he came with his nipples being touched. You also wanted to experiment that with him. Stopping your actions, you played with his nipples, “W-What are you doing?..” he asks timidly. “Mmph—!” He threw his head back in utter bliss. Soon sucked the other nipple, Thoma was a moaning mess. He felt his orgasm building up and was afraid he was going to get edged again, though that wasn’t the case this time. With a tingly feeling in his stomach he came. “I’m sososo sorry!!” He said worriedly. Now you had to choose whether to punish him again or give him what he wants this time!

~🧹

❕Xiao

Buy him almond tofu and he’ll be good to go, he wouldn’t ask for anything else honestly. Maybe if you cooked it for him he would feel more great. Though being a sugar daddy/mommy for him.. Spoil him. Even though he might say he doesn’t need all these items.. he would secretly like it. Maybe even spoil him with affection, and yknow. Other things..

Kitty Xiao….. look. I said I was into puppy Xiao but right now that’s not the case. Man just get him little cute outfits and get him to put cat ears on.. oh my. Anyways,, treat him gently. Show him you care for him, kiss him, touch him, fuck him. Xiao with a mini skirt is on my mind and it won’t leave anytime soon.

Going on with Xiao in a mini skirt, buy him pretty panties. His tip leaking pre-cum and staining the panties. Oh and bonus if there pink and has frills with flowers, I should stop right there before I go crazy with this topic.. Put makeup on him just to ruin it the other second.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“How long are you going to take doing my makeup?” Xiao said while groaning, you roll your eyes and grabbed the eyeliner. “Just as long as I’m about to fuck you.” You say, shit. You didn’t even realize what you said and now Xiao was all red. “Oh- I see..” when you did his makeup you made sure almost every part of it was perfect. You loved the satisfaction of ruining his makeup by the end of rounds with him. “Well.. hurry up. I want to …. Already.” He said. You couldn’t hear the word before already. But you could make out what it was.

“FUCK!-” he whimpered out as you rammed into him. His face was dug in the pillow. “You look so better like this.” Glancing at him, seeing his makeup all ruined. You kept on ramming into him and made him see the stars. He felt so good, better than before. He didn’t even care about the makeup on his face, in fact he probably forgot about it. Xiao only focused on the pleasure and how good you were fucking him.

~🌌

❕ Zhongli

Y’all already know the drill with him. I think we all know what he would buy if you actually played the game or saw any memes about his spending. Though, as a sugar daddy/mommy in this world.. you never run out of money so he can buy the most useless thing in the world and still try to use it.

Semi Public sex with him?! Just imagine him working and you were under the desk doing something, (up to you to decide what you were doing) someone could’ve walked in at any moment.. but that made it more fun for you and Zhongli. Then again.. That person would probably be traumatized if they knew what was going on down the desk.

Roleplay with him, I know this might sound weird but you’re already here. So just please, head me out! Boss and secretary, whether you are boss or secretary he would always enjoy it. I there are more ideas but I can’t list all of them.

❗️Scenario Beneath

You were underneath him, sucking his cock. Zhongli tried his best not to make any noise at all but he just couldn’t. The pleasure was too overwhelming for him and thinking about the people that could come in at any moment excited him even more. You look up at him with those teasing and sly eyes. You and Zhongli “Forgot” to lock the door so now he’s “Worried” you run his thigh and occasionally reassure him. Hu Tao could walk in, even Childe for all he knows. He tried to compose himself but as you can tell. It didn’t work at all.

“C-Cumming~” He moaned out, he came in your mouth and you swallowed single last drop of cum. Licking your lips, you had an idea what if you were to ride him right here and right now. You thought to yourself. “Hey Zhongli, can I?” You say whispering, as he felt your breath against his skin. He nodded and gulped as you prepped yourself up for him. Now he was really nervous because people could see you now.

~🐉

Mmm, I loved writing this! This was fun. Anyway, girl version next?

(If you have another suggestion or have something to say.. shoot me a request or ask!)

#dom reader #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub character #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact ayato #genshin impact capitano #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact dottore #genshin impact gorou #genshin impact itto #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact thoma #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact zhongli #sub albedo #sub ayato #sub childe #sub tartaglia #sub diluc #sub dottore #sub thoma #sub xiao #smut #dominate reader

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Pomegranate Lips Ch 1: Morning Cup of Black & Blush ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Fallen Angel!Reader

New series! Pomegranate lips, Fallen Angel/Demon reader- Larissa falling for teacher!reader; also like a point that appearances aren’t reality, that reader isn’t necessarily evil…

Link to Part 2… & Part 3

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: sub!larissa, demon!reader, more to come

Beginnings of a series…

Enjoy (;

Larissa had gone to the Weathervane like any other morning to grab her regular, like any morning.

This time with 2 shots of espresso because she had just found out that Morticia Addams’ daughter would be joining Nevermore in the upcoming semester…

She was waiting for her coffee, when someone entered the shop.

Clicking of heels, confident walk, and dark pomegranate lips…

Larissa felt magnetically attracted to the mysterious woman who had just entered the coffee shop. She wasn’t from Jericho, that Larissa could be sure of…

Swaying hips, light aura, yet a seemingly dark soul lurking underneath…

Larissa gulped. She didn’t get intimidated often but damn…

“I’d like a coffee please. Black.” you ordered at the register.

Dark color scheme, authoritative voice, oddly outcast like…

You walked over to the pick up side of the counter where your eyes raked over a tall, poised, blonde woman. Aesthetic almost completely opposite from your own…

Yet… you couldn’t shake the feeling that your souls were flipped. She appeared dark and dominant when her soul screamed light and soft…

“You must be new to Jericho.” Larissa matter of factly stated, trying to keep her voice steady and her legs from the slightest tremble.

A light smirk graced your lips, making Larissa’s stomach roll over, “Just stopping in.” you told her.

“Really? Where are you headed?”

“Hell.” you said with a wink and a flash of a wicked smile.

“You’re an outcast?” Larissa asked, becoming more and more entrenched in this conversation.

“Excuse me?” You quipped back.

Larissa’s face went red.

“No, sorry let me explain.” Larissa quickly tried to recover from her slip of words, which you find absolutely amusing, “My name is Larissa Weems and I run a school called Nevermore, which is for outcasts- outcasts meaning people who aren’t fully human…”

“Ah I see…” you mused, “Well then, Larissa…” you played with her name in her mouth, you decided at that moment that you wanted to keep it in there…

“I am indeed an outcast. Daughter of Lilith, Y/N Black.” you said with a smirk as you observed Larissa having absolutely forgotten about your coffee.

“Your coffee.” You indicated to the counter, watching her blush in embarrassment at having forgotten.

“Ah yes…! Well Ms. Black, If you are interested, we could always use another teacher at Nevermore.” Larissa said, cheeks flushed, hoping to dear god that you’d say yes…

“What’s in it for me?” you purred, already ready to pounce on the idea, to pounce on the marvelous woman in front of you…

This caught Larissa even more off guard. “Um… I’m sorry…?” She almost chocked on her coffee at your comment.

You stepped into her personal space, and lowered your tone, “How about…” you mused, while tracing the neck outline of Larissa’s dress, “A coffee date with the principal of Nevermore?”

Larissa gulped yet again.

“Staff relationships are…” Larissa was trying desperately to keep herself together, “they are frowned upon…”

You grinned, Larissa staring at your luscious deep red lips, “Well… I’ve never been one for following the rules…” you quipped back.

Larissa breath faltered, your presence was doing worlds to her…

“Ok then. If you come work at Nevermore, I’ll agree to one coffee date.”

“Excellent.” You purred and left with your coffee and wink towards the mess of a woman you were leaving behind.

Larissa looked at her coffee and saw a number scribbled onto it with a winking face. She blushed again.

God, that woman was going to be her unraveling…

~~~

Part 2 right here 😏

And Part 3 here…

Larissa Weems Masterlist

#principal larissa weems smut #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa #larissa weems headcanon #sub!larissa weems #principal weems headcanon #larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems smut #principal weems x reader #principal weems #wednesday weems #wednesday netflix smut #wednesday netflix fanfiction #wednesday netflix headcanon #wednsday addams #wednesday addams netflix #wednesday #wednesday netflix #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? #sub!larissa weems smut #sub!larissa smut #sub!larissa #Spotify

[howlingday]

Jaune: Hi, Mom. It's... It's me. I'm back.

Jaune: I know I haven't come to visit you in a while, but I... I don't really have an excuse. There's no excuse for me being an awful son. (Sniffles, Tears roll) An ah'm so sawry. Ah'm sorry ah wasn't there fer you, when ya needed me most. Ah shoulda been there fer you, an ah wasn't an ah... an ah... ah just... (On his knees) Ah'm sawry, ma. Ah'm sawry ah broke yer heart. Ah... Ah was a bad son, an ah nevah got to say good-bye, or tell ya... Ah love ya, ma... You were... everything to me. You were my hero. My best friend. My role model, an I... I dunno, ma... I dunno where to go next or what else to say...

Jaune: Except that I love you, Ma. I love you, and ah'll always miss you. I love you, mommy. (Sets down flowers, Stays at her grave)

Here lies Harleen Quinzel

"Harley Quinn"

Friend, Lover, Leader, Mother

R.I.P. Arleen Sorkin 1955-2023

#rwby #mama harley au #jaune arc #harley quinn #arleen sorkin #rest in peace

[cheesegreaseacid]

NEED to make a pathetic little sub hold his farts in while I jerk him off. I'd have stuffed him full of trigger foods a few hours before of course. poor thing can't help but let a few slip as his belly is jostled by my hand stroking him :( but he knows he'll get in trouble !! so he's apologizing between letting out the raunchiest, most disgusting farts :3 "I'm so sorry mommy!!" "excuse me :(" "fuck, fuck, I'm sorry" "gonna cum, please don't stop," pprrrrrrddfft "excuse me- ah! mommy!"

#so bloated #bloatedtummy #bloated stomach #bloated gut #bloated tummy #feedee belly #bloated burps #gas kink #farts #gassy tummy #gassy belly #gassy #fat and gassy #gassy farts #gassy guy

[professormaximoff]

Step-Mom!Natasha x Step-Daughter!Reader

Laundry Mix up

Warnings: Slight age gap, readers 21 and Natasha is in her early 30s , there is smut near the end of this so if you don’t want to read that then I do not recommend this story, mommy kink was thrown in at the last second :/

If anything needs ti be added here please don’t be afraid to tell me!

Summary:You find a pair of your panties in your step-mothers laundry, what in the world were they doing there?

Beginning note: Your dad in this story is around 45 (a bit older however you want to depict it) so this just means hes not nats age and he was around 25 when u were born. Okay enjoy!

“Y/n could you please take my clothes out the dryer for me please? Im need to run to the store.” Natasha says, while you lie in bed.

“Yeah no problem.” You tell your step-mother, she sends you a grateful smile before leaving your room and heading to the store. You continue reading a book you had just picked up, that was frankly very boring. The main character has like three love interests and none are interesting.

You read for a couple minutes before heading downstairs to your laundry room. Once inside you hear the machine stop at the perfect time. You take clumps of clothes and throw them into a basket lying on the floor. You thought you had finished till you saw one piece of clothing left in the back of the dryer. A pair of pink panties. Your panties to be specific. What were they doing in Nat’s clothes? How long has she even had them? Had she worn them?

Admittedly the thought of Natasha wearing your panties turned you on, but all thoughts came to a halt when you heard a car pull into the driveway. You hear the front door open and clothes so you quickly shove your undergarments into your pocket.

“Y/n, baby did you manage to get my clothes out the dryer?” You hear Natasha yell out. You can’t seem to reply back, still processing that your step-mother had gotten a hold of your panties. “Y/n?” She calls out again after not hearing a reply.

“Ah yeah I just grabbed it.” You say.

“Perfect, thank you!” She yells from the other room. You don’t know how to bring this up to Natasha. Should you just take them and say nothing? No, she might think they are hers, and a pair of panties just went missing. It's best to just tell her there was a tiny mix up. Hopefully it will go smoothly.

You walk into the kitchen where you see her storing food in the cabinets. She has to reach up so you get to see her shirt riding up slightly and expose her back. You quickly clear your mind before clearing your throat to catch her attention. She turns with a smile on her face when she sees you.

“Hi baby, did you need anything?” She asks sweetly.

“Uh yeah I just wanted to ask you a question.” You say shyly. She nods signaling for you to continue. “Um well I just wanted to know, um it’s kinda dumb but uh why did you have my underwear washed with your clothes?” You finally ask. You see her smile falter slightly and eyebrows raise.

“O-oh um I’m sorry.” She giggles nervously, “I didn’t even notice they were in there I might have just thought they were mine.” She says with a shaky break. You weren’t fully hooked on her excuse but there wasn’t much else to say.

“It’s all right, I just wanted to know.” You say smiling before walking away. What you didn’t hear was the huge breath Natasha released.

‘Shit how did I forget I threw those in my load today.’ Natasha mentally curses herself. Although sad she lost your pink panties she was relieved that she wasn’t caught. She’d just get them back the way she had first gotten them anyways.

Once the worry left her body she started up dinner for you and her to eat since your dad was away on a business trip once again. Not that she minded being left alone with you, she was actually always happy to hear her husband would be gone for a week. After all, you were her favorite obsession person.

By the time Natasha finished up dinner it was already 5:30. So she quickly set the plates and served you and herself food, leaving the food on the table before heading up to your room. She knocks on your door and hears a faint ‘come in’.

“Foods ready.” She says with a soft smile, you throw her a smile as well before leaving your phone on your bed to walk downstairs with her. Once down stairs the smell of beef stroganoff hits your nose.

“Ooh my favorite, if I didn’t know you any better I would say you're trying to impress me.” You tease causing her to let out a laugh making your stomach flutter. She was trying to impress you but you didn’t need to know that.

“You wish, go sit down while I get our drinks.” She says and makes her way to the fridge.

“Alright bossy.” You say, causing her to roll her eyes. You are seated waiting patiently, she comes back with two glasses of iced water. “Thank you.” You sing and blow a kiss her way. She chuckles at your actions before she begins eating. The two of you start with light conversation which then leads to you telling Natasha about an annoying boy in one of your classes.

“I swear Nat each time I hear him talk I just want to slap him so he shuts up!” You say frustrated. “He can’t keep his mouth shut for more than a minute, and the professor says nothing.”

“Maybe your professor is tired dealing with annoying students.” She claims, making you scoff.

“Uh if anything he’s tired of his bullshit like everyone in the class, because me, i'm an absolute angel.” You joke.

“Uh-huh if you're such an angel, why did I have to go out at 2 am to pick you up at a bar very drunk.” You gasp.

“How dare you, you said we would never bring that up again.” You say acting offended. “Also if anything you're less of an angel.” You accuse her.

“Oh yeah? How so?” She questions.

“I don’t think having your step-daughter's panties makes you such a saint.” You tease her. Natashas cheeks turn red, the reddest you’ve ever seen. You let out a low laugh before saying, “I’m only teasing.” She sends a glare your way causing you to shudder. Her stare is incredibly sexy, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Finish your food.” She orders.

“Yes ma’am.” Is the last thing you say before indulging in her food once again causing Natasha to smile. Once the two of you finish eating Natasha gathers the plates to wash, you insist on helping her but she simply brushes you off saying you needed a shower.

“That's rude, I smell fantastic.” It’s true you did, you had on her favorite perfume that she would steal every once in a while to spray on her clothes. She thought of it as having a piece of you with her.

“I don’t care, shower now or we won’t go watch that movie tomorrow.” She threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” She responds

“Fine, but only cause I don't want to miss that new puss in boots movie with my favorite person.” You tease, causing her to laugh. As you head out the kitchen Nat watches you go seeing your hips sway slightly.

‘I will get those panties back tonight.” She tells herself. You were right she was no saint, she has at least 5 pairs of your undergarments and touches herself to the thought of you constantly. She feels guilty at times but the pleasure always overthrows the guilt.

When Natasha finishes washing the dishes she turns the kitchen light off to head upstairs. She hears the shower running so she takes her chance to retrieve your underwear. When she steps inside she is met with the warmth of your room. Your room was always very cozy; she enjoyed being there. Before she got even more sidetracked she made her way to her favorite part of your room. Your underwear drawer. In there she saw a new pair she hadn’t seen before, purple lace with a tiny bow on the front. She contemplates taking those instead but she tells herself you would get even more suspicious. She scurries to look for your pink panties but she finds herself not able to.

As she keeps looking she doesn’t hear your bedroom door open. Seeing Nat go through your underwear drawer was the last thing you expected to see when you came to grab your phone. Was she looking for those pink panties? Or different ones?

“Nat?” You call out, causing her to get startled. She slams your drawer shut and backs away from it quickly. You weren’t mad at her if anything this made you beyond happy. You’d always had a slight crush on Natasha, your father was never home so you’ve gotten close, very close.

“Y/n?! What are you still doing in your clothes? I thought I told you to shower?” Natasha says trying to distract you. Obviously failing since you can’t seem to erase the image out of your head.

“I came back to get my phone so I could play music…what were you looking in there for?” You ask with a smirk. You see her face flushed red once again, just like during dinner.

“I was simply looking for a sweater because it’s cold and I ran out.” She says pretty confidently. Her statement makes you laugh causing her to furrow her brows. You step closer to her in which she stays in place watching your every move.

“If I remember correctly you just washed all your clothes and in that load I took out earlier you had a sweater in there, as well as these.” You pull out the infamous pink panties that you had forgotten to put away from your pocket causing Natasha's eyes to widen. You step closer to her till your bodies touch. “You really are no saint Natty.” You hear Natasha whimper softly.

You lean in slowly giving her enough time to pull away, but you see no resistance so you close the distance between the two of you. Her lips are softer than you imagined, the kiss is better than you imagined, and hearing the sigh that came out of Natashas mouth was better than you imagined. Natasha’s hands wrap around your neck to bring you closer while yours grip her hips. The kiss quickly turns needy and messy.

“Nat get on the bed.” You order her, which she quickly complies. You look at the beauty in front of you. How was your dad willing to leave her every other week? Enough questioning, you're grateful he’s a sleazy husband or else you wouldn’t be with Nat right now. You make your way to her towering over her, you lean down to kiss her once more. Her hands make their way into your hair. Your tongue runs across her bottom lip causing her to gasp into your mouth. You start tugging the hem of her shirt before you pull away, making Natasha whine. “Can I take it off?”

“Now look whos no saint, asking to take her step-mothers shirt off.” She teases.

“At least I ask for the clothes.” You tease back causing her to shy away from you. “Now tell me can I take your shirt off Natty.” She quickly nods and helps you take it off. Her breasts are on display being covered with a black lace bra. You pepper kisses on the exposed areas leading yourself back up to her lips. It’s her turn to take your shirt off, she swiftly removes it, throwing it to the side. She reaches for you again as if your lips being apart causes her pain. Soon the two of you get rid of your clothes only leaving both of your panties to be removed.

“Mmm you know what since you probably have more of my panties why don’t I just take these.” You say as you slip Natasha’s panties off. “God they’re so wet, I just bet you’re soaking.” And you're right with her cunt on full display for you, you can see her glistening folds. You stuff them under your pillow before leaning down to take one of her tits into your mouth.

“God baby please, I need you!” Natasha yelps.

“Yeah? I bet you do, how many times does he leave you unsatisfied?” You question as you caress her face.

“All the time, the thought of you is the only thing that helps.” She admits. You lean down to kiss her forehead before leaving a trail of kisses down her body till your head is in between her beautiful legs. “Please…please touch me baby.” Natasha pleads. With that you lower your head to kiss her clit. Nat lets out a tiny sigh of relief then a loud moan when your tongue licks a long stipe against her soaking cunt.

“Oh natty you taste so good.” Is the last thing you say before you fully indulge. Her taste is something you get to try again and again. You firmly suck on her clit before letting it go with a ‘pop’. Natasha gasps out when she feels your fingers against her velvety walls. The menstruation on her clit never stops, your tongue works wonders against her. Pleasure is all she feels and thinks about in that moment, never in her life had she received pleasure like this. Your fingers stay at a steady pace till Natasha speaks up.

“Oh fuck, fuck me harder baby please!” Who were you to deny such pleasure to this goddess? With your fingers pumping in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit Natasha knew she would last much longer. You take a second to look up at her and see her head thrown back while she pinches her nipples.

“Natty look at me.” It takes her a second to register your words before she looks down at you. The sight of you right in between her legs sends a jolt of pleasure within her stomach. “I know you're close, let go for me, cum all over your baby's face.” Your words are pushing her closer over the edge. She brings a hand down to tangle into your hair and grinds herself on your face.

“Yes I’m so close please don’t stop.” She whines. A couple more thrusts of your finger and rolls of her hips is enough to have a huge wave of pleasure wash over her entire body. When you feel Natasha freeze you slow down the pace of your fingers but keep the menstruation on her clit the same. Once you see her begin to relax you slowly stop all movements till you slip your fingers out of her. When she's caught her breath you lean up to kiss her in which Natasha lets out a moan when she tastes herself on your lips. Once your lips separate you settle next to her and pull a blanket of the two of you.

Natasha continues to kiss down your neck and whispers in your ear. “Let me return the favor, baby.” Causing you to let out a low groan.

“You don’t have to, I’d understand if you didn’t want to.” You answer sheepishly.

“Oh believe me I really want to.” She says before kissing your cheek and pulling back to see your face. She sees a nervous look on your face that confuses her. “I mean unless you don't want to?” She asks. You immediately shake your head.

“No I want to, I just never really had others return the favor cause they were too tired.” You confessed.

“Oh baby I so badly want to make you come I’ve dreamt about it many times you know.” She says looking deep into your eyes. You squirm under her gaze but that soon stops when she holds your face in her hand. “Now tell me, do you want me to make you feel good or would you rather lay here horny and frustrated?” She says with no shame. It takes you a second to respond but before you know it words fly out of your mouth.

“Make me feel good please.” You whine.

“That's all I needed to know baby.” Natasha quickly lifts herself up straddling you lap grinding her heat near yours. Natasha shifts slightly so her right leg goes under your left and props your leg on her arm. “Have you ever tried this?” You shake your head. “Do you want to?” She questions. You quickly nod your head. “Words baby, I need to hear you.”

“Please touch me however you want Natty, I just want you to make me feel good.” You plead, with that Natasha smirks. Slowly she moves her hips up causing the both of you to feel immense pleasure. Natashas cunt is warm against yours, she continues the movement of her hips and with each thrust your clits skim each other. “That feels so good.” You moan.

“Yeah? How good baby? Tell me.”

“So good, I’ve never felt like this.” You say before being interrupted by a moan ripping through your throat when Natasha picks up the speed. The sight of Natasha on top of you with her breasts bouncing perfectly was driving you insane. “I'm so close please let me cum!”

“Yell my name baby.” She demands.

“Natty please!”

“That's not my name right now baby.” Her statement leaves you a bit stunned, was she implying what you think she was. “Come on say my name and you can cum all over my cunt baby.” Her thrusts begin to slow down causing you to yell out.

“Mommy please don’t stop! Let me cum.” The name leaves a satisfied smile on her face.

“I won’t stop baby, you’re doing so good.” She praises her pace begins to pick up as she says, “Cum with me baby, mommy is so close too.” Her words are what does it for you, letting ecstasy fall over you like a blanket. Natasha continues her thrusts to drive her over the edge and let you ride out your orgasm. Once the both of you calm down Natasha removes herself from on top of you and lays down next to you. Faintly in the background Natasha can hear a noise.

“Is the water still running?” Natasha questions.

“Oh shit I forgot to turn it off.” You say sitting up.

“Wasted so much water.” Nat exaggerates. You throw a pillow at her which she gasps at.

“It's your fault I got distracted and forgot I left it on.” You say smiling at her. “Come on since it's on we might as well go get cleaned up.” You say getting up and offering her your hand. Reluctantly she takes it and lets you lead her to the bathroom. You make sure the waters warm before stepping in and opening the curtain for Nat to step in. She basks in the warm water while you push her hair out of her face letting it rinse in the water. The two of you wash each other while stealing kisses on the lips, forehead, shoulders and necks.

By the end of the shower you had to run out quickly to get Natasha a towel since you had only brought one. “Here, let's dry you quickly so you don't get sick.” You say drying her hair first. She laughs as you dry it cause you’re just rubbing her hair making it fall on her face.

“Okay that's enough baby thank you.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss. The two of you step out of the shower and head to your separate rooms to quickly get dressed. Natasha finishes before you so she goes to your room and sees you pulling your shirt over her head. She knocks on the doorway getting your attention, you smile when you see her standing there in a white nightgown. You walk yourself over to her and bring her closer to your body. “Would you want to come sleep with me in my bed?” She asks timidly. You take a second to think before answering.

“Nope.” She frowns, letting a quiet ‘oh’ leave her lips. “I won’t sleep with you in your bed because you're sleeping in mine.” You immediately scoop her up and throw her over your shoulder causing her to yelp loudly. Tossing her onto the bed you jump in with her.

“That was unnecessary.” She says as you settle next to her under the covers. You simply shrugged your shoulders bringing her closer to you. “Who would have thought you're such a hugger?” She teases. You quickly let go of her, afraid you crossed some sort of boundary. As if the two of you didn't just fuck… “Oh baby I’m only joking, you can hold me if that's what you want.” When you don't grab her again she takes it upon herself to scoot closer to you and bring you into her embrace.

It feels warm and welcoming, you could get used to it you tell yourself. She runs her fingers through your wet hair carefully brushing through any tangles you might have missed.

“Is this all going to stop when dad comes back home?” You ask quietly. Natasha takes a second to think of her answer.

“I mean I don’t want it to.” She says. “We probably won't be able to do what we just did but I wouldn’t mind exploring what this could be.” She says truthfully. “Do you regret what we just did?” It's her turn to ask a question.

“I could lie and say I did but god Nat, time with you is nothing but enjoyable.” You say smiling up at her. She sends you a smile too but a slightly sad one. “Do you regret it?” You slowly question. She immediately shakes her head but when tears start to form in her eyes you start to question it. “Oh god you do.” You instantly worry seperating yourself from her. “ It’s okay we can just pretend this never happened, um I understand if your gonna need-”

“Oh baby no, I regret nothing and I mean it.” She quickly interjects as she grabs your face. “It’s silly but I don’t know how I’m going to act with your father when all I’m gonna want to do is be in your arms instead of his.” She confesses.

“We’ll figure it out won't we?”

“Yeah we will over time, but I guess we worry about all that later.” Natasha says. And she’s right because all you wanted to do at that moment was to hold her and not worry about what's going to happen next week when your father returns.

Theres probs a ton of grammer errors so please don’t mention them :,)

Besides that, there’s a couple of drabbles that i thought about while writing this so if you guys are interested please lmk and I can get started on those. Or if u have any ideas on a drabble i wouldn’t mind writing it either!

Tumblr was being a little bit of dick while editing this so sorry if some things look funky :(

Okay thats enough have a good day or night! <3

#natasha romonova #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #smut #mommy k!nk

[forusomimiya]

HQ guys with 🐱

[𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪, 𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙪, 𝙤𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖, 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞] (sorry if the ships I write are not to your liking) SMUT +18, fem characters but not their partners - please, if you want more characters, just let me know :)) •𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙈𝙞𝙮�� Osamu likes to gets attention. She doesn't wear underwear under her excessive pyjama shorts, so she can show Suna, who watches him with a depraved fox's gaze from the couch, how her labia majora peek out of her crotch along with a wet spot while she’s looking for new recipes leaning on the kitchen table. She also likes to ask Suna to touch her when she is freshly waxed. One more excuse to feel her long slender fingers rubbing his entrance. But what she likes most is to spread her legs in front of him while he's busy watching videos on YouTube or spending time on Tiktok. She always ends up with Suna's head between her thick thighs, choking him as he cums in his mouth. "That's it, my good boy... always coming to me when I need you most." •𝘼𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙪 𝙈𝙞𝙮𝙖 Atsumu is a slut in heat. She's not ashamed to tell Kiyoomi how horny she is every time she sees her boyfriend doing absolutely nothing. His mere presence makes her mouth and pussy drool. "Babe... im bored..." she asks as she runs her fingers down Kiyoomi's chest, with seductive intentions. "want to have a good time?"

She only gets a dominant look before Kiyoomi loads her up and carries her into the bedroom to abuse her pretty pussy and lick up the mixture of their cum when he's sure he's filled her completely. "I think you've had enough fun. Now let mommy take care of you" she added before making Kiyoomi cum twice without entering her pussy, just watching her being used by Atsumu as she cummed in front of his eyes. •𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 Whenever Oikawa is home alone, she runs to her room and grabs her favourite dildo. She puts towels on the bed and moves the mirror, placing it in front of it. Doesn’t need anything else to enjoy a relaxing evening. She likes to watch herself masturbate, cause she knows she is really sexy and takes advantage of it to get an orgasm. Oikawa is so greedy that despite having all her holes filled, she misses her boyfriend's hard cock in her tiny pussy. "Haji…" eyes on herself, being a mess and bouncing on the purple silicone cock as the white liquid run down to her knot. “Mhmm just there Haji, just there... ah~”.

Oikawa squirted every last drop as the good girl she was, but she didn't know was that behind the door was her boyfriend waiting for her, jerking off himself, eager to devour his favourite girl's wet, pink pussy.

•𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙟𝙞 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 In sexual terms, Akaashi was shy. She didn't know how to tell her boyfriend that she wanted to fuck with him. It was hard for her to take the initiative but once they were fucking, akaashi was the biggest innocent slut in bed. She went from not knowing how to tell Bokuto what she want, to begging bokuto to cum on her pussy. She was shy, but not stupid. She knew what to say him to make him fall at her feet. "Bo... im close..." she warned between long and low moans "dont stop and keep looking at me yeah? you´re doing soo well" Bokuto, whose mouth was being used as Akaashi's toy, looked at the brunette and sucked while pressing her buttocks against his face, wanting to feel deeper the taste of her semen. He only needed one more praise and he would cum on her back, feeling the taste of his girlfriend invading his mouth, admiring how she moved on him while catching her breath. Akaashi educaded bokuto very, very well.

#osamu miya #miya osamu #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #oikawa toru #suna rintarou #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto koutarou #sakusa x atsumu #oikawa x iwaizumi #bokuto x akaashi #osamu x suna #haikyuu smut #haikyuuheadcanon #atsumu smut #sakuatsu #iwaoi #bokuaka #sunaosa #hq smut #hq headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #incorrect haikyuu quotes #oikawa smut #akaashi smut #osamu smut #suna smut #bokuto smut #iwa smut #sakusa smut

[flowers-that-sing]

mommy's boy

844 words, just a short little fic | rated T | TWs for past child abuse, physical abuse, violence, yk. the works

Steve sat at the edge of his bed. Room a mess, hair still sleep-mussed, eyes crusted. A glance at his alarm read 9 o'clock. Later than he'd usually wake, but he'd had a nightmare, and he felt as if he hadn't slept at all.

His mother stood over him with an icy glare. 

"Why won't you fucking wake up, Steven? No wonder you didn't get into college. You think you could make it there if you can't even get out of bed?" 

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just—I slept late, and it's my day off, so—"

"Save it. I don't want to hear any silly excuses." 

She talked to him like he was a child. He was nineteen years old, and he wanted to sleep. What right did she even have to talk to him like that? It was his day off. Steve felt the drowsiness slowly seep into anger. 

"And you know what, I didn't want to go to college anyway. It's my day off, if I want to sleep in, why shouldn't I?"

"Because you're being a lazy slob, that's why!" she snapped, before seeming to notice something across the room. Her expression shifted suddenly. "Oh, is that your new girlfriend? She looks sweet."

Steve turned to see what she was looking at—a photo of him and Robin climbing a tree together, her clutching tight to him for support.

"Oh, um, that's Robin. We're best friends." What the fuck? I thought she was angry. Okay, well. Maybe I can get out of this. 

Deborah Harrington rolled her eyes. "God, Steve. You don't have time for friends." 

Steve glared. "What? Why would I not have time for friends, Mom? That makes no sense."

Her eyes narrowed. "You don't get to talk to me like that. I am your mother. I make the decisions, Steven," she left the words unspoken, but he could hear them: "I own you." 

A surge of anger flared up in Steve, and all of a sudden, he was angry, for him at seven getting screamed at for not cleaning his toys, for him at eight getting locked out of the house after a fight he couldn't even remember, him at fourteen getting between his parents and taking both their hits, him at seventeen and having not seen either of them in a year but taking their immediate anger upon their return.

"I'm an adult. I can make my own decisions." 

His mom's gaze hardened, and she stepped closer. The anger quickly began to recede, making way for a helpless terror. Ah, shit. 

No, no, I'm standing my ground. I promised to myself, next time she did this, I would. I'm not a kid anymore. If she hits, I defend myself. If she hits me, I hit back. 

She smacked him across the face, hard. His teeth slammed into the inside of his cheek. He steadied his shaking. 

"What's wrong with you, Mom?" 

She hit him again, same cheek, even harder. It must have hurt her hand, Steve thought distantly. 

The dam broke, and Steve couldn't stop shaking. He was a child again, small, he couldn't. He knew he was stronger than her, bigger than her, but he just couldn't. But still, he kept glaring, even as his lip wobbled.

I promised I'd defend myself. 

"You wanna get hit again, huh? You deserve to get hit. You're going to Hell, you know that?" she said, and she hit him, again. On the same cheek. It throbbed, it burned, it somehow stung worse than the bat bites despite only being a measly slap.

Hit her back. 

No. I… I can't. 

I can't hit my own mom. 

"I'm—I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll—I'll behave. I'll do better. I'm so sorry." 

He put his head down. 

"You fucking better. Now get dressed. Useless child. After all I've given for you, damn parasite." 

He heard the door close. He trembled, raised a hand to his cheek. He tasted blood, his ears rang, and his cheek was hot to the touch. 

Steve wanted so badly for it to bruise, for her to see what she had done, for everyone to know what she had done. But he knew it wouldn't. 

His head was pounding. 

Steve got dressed. 

I'm so pathetic. I—I said I'd do something. I said it wouldn't happen again. 

A smaller part of Steve recalled his mother apologizing, once, crying, calling herself a bad mother, while drunk on wine. Promising she wouldn't hit him again. 

It was foolish to believe her even for a second. 

Steve felt cold. 

He wanted to feel angry. But he was just tired. 

Part of him wanted to call Robin or Eddie or something. He knew they'd understand, he knew they'd help, but all he could hear was his mom. 

"If you complain about your parents to your friends, one day they’ll be smart enough to realize the problem is you. I don’t want that for you because I love you. So listen to me."

He blinked away tears, took a deep breath, and picked out his clothes for the day. 

#wicked writing #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington #stranger things #hurt no comfort. sorry #steve harrington whump #this is a ventfic and its not very good i didnt edit much but

[nkogneatho]

truly, my mommy kink has been reawakened, I don't know what to do with myself

—cw: mommy kink, sub!gojo, semi-public sex, unprotected.

Gojo who calls you mommy in public. He doesn't even care if people are looking at him weirdly. He just goes like "Mommy? 'need to feel you, mommy." You sigh but as soon as you nod your head to make your cute desperate boy feel better, he pulls you in a dark alleyway. Big hands grab you all over. His kisses are very needy. He unbuttons your pants. You're wearing a coat so it won't be a problem to come up with another excuse if you do get caught. Long slender fingers ghost over you slippery cunt. He's so amused to find you so wet already. Without a second thought, your subby boy strokes his already hardened cock a few times before slamming it against your not very prepped walls.

"Ngh—fuck. TORU!" You scream, trying your best to make it sound low.

"Sorry, mommy. I'm just so fucking horny for you. Your boy n—need's to feel better, mommy," he cries while thrusting in and out of you. "Ah fuck. Want to make mommy feel better too. Shit. Tell me what a good boy I am. Please." The please in end was filled with so much desperation and he looks so sexy and cute begging you like this that you couldn't help.

"Aw look at you. My good boy's so needy f'mommy. Holy shit—so deep. I love it when my boy—ah—fucks me like this in public. Y—you're a good boy, Toru."

#I AM SORRY I HAD TO #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader

[klutzyroses]

Hi! This is my first time requesting so I'm a bit nervous, I wanted to as of you could do mc who has mommy issues, like her mom mentally abused her, I'm sorry if this is too much too ask you can ignore it if you want(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

P. S I have been a fan of your work lately and have been stalking your account for any new updates lol but keep up the good work your an amazing writer (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Ah, it's people like you who keep me writing, anon! Thank you!💖💖❤❤

IkeVamp HCs: Abused S/O

How do they handle an s/o who has been abused by her mother?

Suitors: Napoleon, Vincent, Isaac, Dazai

Warnings: Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, parental neglect

Napoleon

The former emperor was never one to pry directly into people's affairs unless they were willing to tell him and that went for his nunuche as well.

However he couldn't help but notice a sudden shift in her behavior one day when she started acting a little different.

Any criticism, teasing or any scolding she received, she took especially hard. Harder than she normally would actually.

When Sebastian had lightly scolded her over a mistake she made while Napoleon was present, one would think he had driven a knife in her heart. He hadn't said anything out of the ordinary or anything particularly cruel, but the darling looked so crushed that both men were taken aback, especially when she hurriedly excused herself and ran out the room, near tears.

Was it even a question that Napoleon went after her almost immediately?

He really didn't take long to find his belle at the gazebo on the bench, her trembling form obvious from miles away. He wasted no time going up to her and pulling her into a warm embrace.

He will wait until she is calm enough to open up.

His grip tightens around her just a little, to keep himself from shaking with anger when he hears all about her cold and abusive mother, how she berated her daughter for every mistake she did and made her feel like nothing she did was good enough.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he let's her cry on his shoulder, running his hand up and down her back.

"It's okay, don't cry, mon ange, I'll protect you, and your heart from now on. So don't cry, okay...?"

He is a man of his word and he had yet to break any of the promises he made to the woman he loves.

Vincent

He had been awoken by whimpering next to him to see his sunflower crying in her sleep. Her beautiful face was wet with droplets of sorrow and distress as her soft lips mumbled apologies to someone, and promises to do better.

Worried, he gently woke her from her nightmare, unable to stand her tears for long.

If there is anyone who can understand the pain of being unloved by a parent, it's Vincent. So when she opens up that her nightmare was about her mother, her very vulgar and ill-tempered matriarch who made her life nothing short of a misery.

Vincent tenses as he listens to his beloved weep her sorrows onto his chest, his heart tightening.

With anger? Sadness? Sympathy? All three?

He couldn't be sure, but it was not a pleasant feeling. He could definitely relate to what she was feeling and it was only because of the sunflower in his arms that he could ever rise above it. And he would do the same for her.

He raises her face, holding the pretty visage in his hands as he kisses each tear away with such heart-rending tenderness, that the woman's sobs died down to quiet whimpers which are briefly cut off by a peck to the lips.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, scatje. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

He would spend as long as he needs to shower her with the adoration she deserves. Until those woeful tears turn to the brightest of smiles.

Isaac

The physicist can very vaguely relate to having an emotionally distant mother, but to be treated in such a way? That was cruel.

He can't help but feel terrible for his darling when she opens up about how unkind her own mother had been to her and how it impacted her from early childhood.

He suddenly wishes he hadn't asked about her family. It had only been a casual question, that led to the poor dear to tear up.

He couldn't understand how anyone could hurt such a sweetheart?

If her mother was so cruel, how did she bring such an angel into the world?

Questions he could debate later but right now, his love needed to be comforted.

He tenderly takes the tearful maiden in his arms, tentatively as to not alarm or frighten her, tucking her close to his heart that aches at the sight of her tears.

The awkward physicist may not be as silver-tongued as the blasted authors that tease him on a daily basis, but he would be damned of he couldn't pour every ounce of love inside his heart into the fragile beauty in his arms.

"Please don't be upset...I can't stand to see you cry. I...love you too much."

He tries, he really does. He just wants to see that beautiful smile and nothing else.

Dazai

His heart aches, more so than usual when he finds his beloved Y/N in tears one evening. She was cooped up in the library, all by herself in just her nightgown, staring far off into nothingness with just a handkerchief to wipe her never ending tears and the many books to keep her company.

He found himself moving towards her before he could stop himself and seating himself beside her before taking her in his arms, earning a startled gasp from the distraught maiden.

He doesn't push her to tell him what's wrong but he doesn't plan on letting her go until she is better. It's then that he finds out about her experience dealing with her cruel and negligent mother.

How she called her names, how she blamed Y/N for everything wrong in her life, how she always insulted her in every possible way...

As she weeps through her tale, she is pressed to her lover's chest, so she couldn't possibly see the tension in his expression. But if she looked up, she'd see his lips pressed into a flat line and his golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they gleamed with the almost imperceptible flicker of anger.

He doesn't speak until she is finished and he only holds her tighter, cradling her as her body wracks with sobs as he whispers sweet words of comfort into her ear. He wants to let her know that none of those cruel insults were true. That she was a wonderful person and she meant the sun and moon to him.

"You're adorable, even when you cry but please, dry your tears my love, I'd much rather see you smile. If you don't smile, I'll just have to make you, won't I?"

He may not be able to make her happy, but her smile is his peace and she is his joy. He'd tell her he loves her as many times as she needs to hear it. The man is good with words.

🌸

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp headcanons #ikevam headcanons