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leogichidaa · 5 months

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Psychoanalysis Sunday: Winter Interlude

Non-magical AU where Regulus is put in therapy with a psychoanalyst

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"I am going to write to mum and tell her that - "

"You can tell her whatever you like," Sirius snaps. "She isn't going to change my mind and neither are you. I'm staying here for the holidays. I've got something really important I'm working on."

Regulus makes a face. There is no chance that Sirius plans on staying at Hogwarts to work on his studies. He is almost certainly going to engage in some sort of unsavory extracurricular activities with his friends.

"Yes, I am sure whatever it is is of the utmost importance," he says sourly.

Sirius fixes him with a hard look. "It is."

Sirius' expression is surprisingly austere. Regulus' lip curls. "You just want to stay here with your weird, sick friend. I do not understand why he cannot be weird and sick in his own home - or do his parents not want him? I suppose they must not."

"He is not weird, you little arsehole," Sirius growls.

So he is sick, then, Regulus thinks, tucking that confirmation away in the back of his mind. Not that it wasn't already fairly clear that the Lupin weirdo was suffering from something unfortunate, but it was good to know for sure.

"And his parents do want him home because they actually properly love him."

Regulus jumps on the bait immediately. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asks sharply. "Mum and dad do want you home, that is the whole point of this conversation! You are the one insisting on staying here!"

"They don't want me home. They want a - a - " Sirius waves his hands vaguely. "A perfect little doll that they can dress up and show off to all their snobby little friends so everyone can pretend that they're great parents. Like you. They want me to come home and act like you and honestly, I would rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than ever act like you."

Regulus flinches. "Shut up," he mutters, his eyes starting to sting. Sirius can tell his words managed to hit home and he looks savagely pleased. "That is not even true."

"Bullshit," Sirius says. "They say it all the time." He pitches his voice high and nasally in a mocking tone that sounds absolutely nothing like their mother at all, and says, "Why can you not be more like your brother, Sirius? Why don't you behave like perfect Regulus?"

Regulus balls up his fists and clenches his jaw, trying to focus on his anger to keep himself from the humiliating ordeal of crying in front of Sirius.

"Don't get it wrong," Sirius continues. "It isn't because they love you so. It isn't because they think you're wonderful. It's because you're a bloody empty vessel that they can fill with all their stupid ideas because you haven't a single thought of your own."

"Shut up!" Regulus repeats, louder and more determined this time.

Sirius looks at his balled up fists and smirks. "Why, what are you going to do about it? You going to hit me? No, you won't do that. You'll just write pathetic little notes about how much you wish you were brave enough to kill me so they send you to the head shrinker again and you can have all that lovely attention."

"I hate you. I hope you do jump off the Astronomy Tower."

Sirius shakes his head smugly. "Just as I thought. Go and write that to mum, why don't you?" he says, before turning on his heel and walking off.

Regulus watches him go around the corner before letting out a frustrated yell and slamming his fist against the wall, which turns out to be alarmingly solid and distressingly painful.

"I hate you," he mutters again, tears starting to flow down his cheeks now that he is alone. "I hate you so much."

He means it. He really does. He can feel the hot intensity of the hatred coursing through him.

So he can't quite work out why he still wants Sirius to stop being a prat and just come home.

#psychoanalysis sunday #regulus black #sirius black #house of black

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storiesagehumileation · 30 days

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James kicked out of uni

as the university students arrived at the front door creaked as James entered the house, his heart pounding in his chest. His mother stood before him, her arms crossed and a stern expression etched on her face. The atmosphere was heavy with tension.

"James," she said, her voice icy. "We need to talk."

"Wh-what about?" he stammered, desperately trying to hide the guilt that gnawed at him from within.

"Your teacher called today," his mother replied, her eyes never leaving his. "She told me you stole something from another university student. Is this true?"

James swallowed hard. The silence stretched between them like an abyss, and he knew there was no escaping the truth. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Stealing is wrong, James," his mother scolded. "You've disappointed me, and now you must face the consequences."

His heart sank, and he braced himself for what would come next. "I'm really sorry, Mom."

"Sorry isn't enough, James," she replied firmly. "You know the rules in this house. When you break them, you have to be punished so you won't do it again."

"Please, Mom, I didn't mean to—" James pleaded, but his mother cut him off.

"Enough, James. It's time," she said, sitting down on the living room couch and patting her lap. "Over my knee, now."

Tears pricked at the corners of James' eyes as he reluctantly approached his mother. He could feel the burning shame creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. This was the last thing he wanted.

"Mom, please don't…" he whispered, but his mother's resolve was unwavering.

"James, we've been through this before. Now, get over my knee," she repeated, her voice firm and authoritative.

With a heavy heart, James obeyed. As he positioned himself over his mother's lap, he couldn't help but think about how foolish he had been to steal in the first place. The punishment he was about to receive would be nothing compared to the shame and regret that consumed him.

"Please, Mom, I promise I'll never do it again," he sobbed, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

"James, this is for your own good," his mother said softly, her hand poised in the air. "I have to teach you right from wrong, and sometimes that means taking drastic measures."

And with that, the first strike landed, its sharp sting a reminder of the consequences of his actions.

"James, I need you to understand the gravity of your actions," his mother said, tugging at the waistband of his pants. "Pull down your pants and boxers."

"Mom, please don't make me do that..." James pleaded, the humiliation rising inside him like a tidal wave.

"Your actions have consequences, and this is one of them," she replied firmly, her eyes looking into his with unwavering conviction.

Reluctantly, James reached down and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, his face burning with embarrassment. As he lay across his mother's lap, he felt more vulnerable than ever before.

"Mom, all the kids are going to laugh at me if they find out about this," he thought to himself, unable to shake the feeling of shame that enveloped him.

"James, I want you to think about why you're in this position right now," his mother said, her hand resting on his bare bottom. "I want you to remember this moment the next time temptation comes your way."

With a heavy heart, James nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks as he braced himself for the next wave of spankings. His mother's hand rose and fell, each slap echoing throughout the room and leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.

"Ow! Mom, it hurts!" James cried out, gripping the edge of the couch tightly.

"Good," she replied, her voice steady and strong. "That means you'll remember this lesson. Stealing is wrong, and it will not be tolerated in our home."

As the spanking continued, James' sobs grew louder, his body wracked with pain and humiliation. But deep down, he knew his mother was right – he had made a terrible mistake, and he would do anything to make it right again.

"Please... Mom, I promise I'll never steal again," he choked out between sobs, praying that his words would somehow lessen the severity of his punishment.

"Promise me you'll remember this lesson, James," his mother said as she finally stopped spanking him. "Promise me you'll make better choices in the future."

"I promise, Mom," James whispered, his body trembling with relief and shame. "I promise."

"Come with me, James," his mother said, her voice betraying a hint of tenderness, despite the stern expression on her face. "You're going to have a shower now."

James hesitated for a moment, still processing the pain and humiliation of his punishment, before slowly rising to his feet. He followed his mother down the hall, each step a painful reminder of the consequences of his actions.

as they entered the bathroom. With trembling hands, James complied, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever before. He stood there in the center of the tiled floor, naked and shivering, awaiting further instruction.

"Sit down," his mother said, pointing to the center of the shower. James did as he was told, wincing as the cold tiles pressed against his tender bottom. His mother reached over him to turn on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until the water cascaded down in a warm, inviting spray.

"Mom, I...I'm sorry," James stuttered, his gaze darting upwards to meet hers, a plea for forgiveness etched in his eyes. "Shh," she hushed him softly, her voice a comforting whisper as she stepped into the shower with him.

The glass door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in their own little world.

She began to undress - each movement was deliberate and efficient, unmasking her vulnerability as she stood before him. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her join him under the cascading water.

"Sometimes, we need a reminder of our place in the world," she murmured, reaching for the shampoo bottle. As she lathered it between her hands, the scent filled the humid air - a stark reminder of their shared ordeal. "And sometimes," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper now, "that means being treated like a little baby – helpless and entirely dependent on others."

With that declaration hanging heavy between them, she leaned down to wash his hair. Her fingers massaged gently into his scalp in slow soothing circles - an intimacy that left James feeling small and infantile.

The realization hit him then; not only was he being bathed by his mother like an infant but subjected to witness her cleanse herself too. The scent of womanhood permeated through the steamy air as she washed herself above him - an overpowering reminder of his own childishness.

As he sat there under her care, he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him when he felt something soft brush against the top of his head - it was her breasts. She had bent down to clean him more thoroughly and there they were - small but nonetheless adult reminders of what he wasn't.

His cheeks burned with mortification as she lightly soaped up his willy with tender care; it was almost too much for him to bear. But it didn't end there. With a soft coo, she lifted him slightly to clean his backside, her words laced with baby talk that left him feeling even more juvenile.

"Let's get you all squeaky clean, Jamie," she crooned, the nickname a stark reminder of his regression. The humiliation was complete; James sat there, naked and vulnerable under his mother's ministrations - a grown man reduced to an infantile state by the very woman who had brought him into this world.

"Let this be a lesson to you, my dear son," she murmured, rinsing the suds from his hair and moving on to wash his face and body. "You may be growing up, but you are not yet a man – and until you learn to make better choices, you will continue to need guidance and discipline."

"Mom, I promise," James choked out, his voice barely audible above the rush of water. "I'll do better. I swear."

"Good," his mother replied softly, her hands continuing their methodical journey across his body. "I want only the best for you, James. And if that means teaching you tough lessons, then so be it."

As the last remnants of soap and shampoo washed down the drain, James was left with a newfound sense of determination. He would prove to his mother – and to himself – that he could change, that he could become a better person.

"Thank you, Mom," he whispered as she turned off the water and reached for a towel. "I won't let you down."

"See that you don't," she said, wrapping him in the warm, thick fabric. "Now go get dressed and join your sisters for dinner. We have much to discuss."

"Head back, James," his mother instructed gently as she poured water over his hair, rinsing away the last of the shampoo. The warmth of the shower combined with the gentle pressure of her hands on his scalp elicited a deep sigh of relaxation from him, even as he struggled with the strange mix of gratitude and humiliation.

"Mom... this is just so weird," James muttered, trying to muster some semblance of protest. But his voice was weak, betraying his conflicting emotions.

"Sometimes, we need to go through uncomfortable situations to truly learn our lessons, my dear son," his mother replied, her tone tender yet firm. Her breasts rested against the top of his head, a constant reminder of their unusual proximity.

"Alright, I guess... but please, don't tell anyone about this," James pleaded, feeling a flush of shame creep up his cheeks.

"Your secret's safe with me, James," she assured him, her hands moving down to scrub the rest of his body clean. "But remember, actions have consequences, and you must face them."

James nodded silently, his eyes tightly shut in an attempt to block out the reality of the situation. As his mother continued to wash him, her touch both soothing and awkward, he couldn't help but feel like he was being treated as a child again. In his mind, he knew that it was punishment for his actions, but it did little to ease his embarrassment.

"Time to get out, James," his mother said at last, her task complete. She stepped back, allowing him to rise shakily to his feet. "Crawl out of the shower, please."

"Mom, can't I just walk?" James asked hesitantly, testing the boundaries of this strange, new dynamic.

"Crawl, James," she repeated firmly, her eyes never leaving his. "This is part of your lesson."

Biting his lip, James reluctantly lowered himself to the floor, crawling out of the shower with his mother watching every move. The cold tile sent shivers up his spine as he inched forward, his naked body exposed and vulnerable.

"Good," his mother said, satisfied with his compliance. She grabbed a Peppa Pig towel from the rack, its bright colors and childish design only adding to James's humiliation. "Now let's get you dry."

As she wrapped the towel around him, rubbing it briskly against his skin to remove any remaining moisture, James couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort. Despite the awkwardness and shame, there was something oddly reassuring about being cared for so intimately by his mother. It reminded him of simpler times, when he wasn't burdened by the weight of his mistakes and the need to prove himself.

"Thank you, Mom," James mumbled, his eyes downcast as she finished drying him off.

"Remember," she said softly, her hand resting on his shoulder, "this is for your own good. I love you, and I want you to learn from this."

"I will," James promised, looking into her eyes. "I'll be better, Mom."

"See that you are," she replied, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead before guiding him back to his room to get dressed.

James crawled into the kitchen, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to ignore the shame that burned hot beneath his skin. He was painfully aware of how naked and vulnerable he felt, his body on display for his family to see.

"James," his mother called out gently, her voice steady despite the strange circumstances. "Come sit on the potty chair."

He glanced towards the table where she sat with his sisters, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. He knew they were trying to understand why he was being treated like this, but it was impossible to escape the humiliation of crawling across the cold tiles, completely exposed.

"Mom, please," James whispered, desperation seeping into his voice. "I learned my lesson, I promise."

"Shh," his mother said firmly, silencing him. "You need to show us you can be responsible, even when it's uncomfortable. Now, sit on the potty chair."

With a heavy sigh, James obeyed, settling onto the small plastic seat meant for toddlers. His cheeks flushed bright red as he saw the amusement flicker in his sisters' eyes, unable to shake the feeling that he had become the family joke.

As his mother and sisters chatted about their day, sharing stories and laughter over their homemade sandwiches, James couldn't help but feel like an outsider. He was no longer a part of their world, but rather a spectacle to be observed and judged.

"Mom..." James hesitated, struggling to find the words for what he needed to do next.

"Go ahead, honey," his mother prompted, her eyes softening as she recognized the pain in his expression. "We all have to face our consequences sometimes."

Gritting his teeth, James closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds of his family eating lunch around him. It took every ounce of strength he had not to break down and cry as he finally managed to release a wee, followed by a small poo. He felt so terribly exposed and ashamed, but there was also a sense of relief in knowing that he had faced his punishment head-on.

"Good job," his mother said quietly, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know this isn't easy, but it's important that you learn from your mistakes."

"I will, Mom," James vowed, his voice shaking with emotion as he looked up at her. "I promise."

James's heart pounded in his chest as he stared down at the cold, tiled floor, desperately wishing he could disappear. He knew what was coming next and dreaded it with every fiber of his being.

"Alright, James," his mother said, her voice firm but gentle. She strolled over to him, her slippers tapping lightly against the tiles. "Let's get you cleaned up."

With a deep breath, James forced himself to lift his gaze and meet his mother's eyes. He couldn't help but wince as she turned him around so that his bum faced his sisters, who were watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Mom, please," he whispered, humiliation washing over him like a tidal wave. "Not in front of them..."

"James," his mother replied, her voice steady. "You need to learn from this experience, and part of that involves facing the consequences head-on."

He bit his lip, holding back tears as his mother gently wiped him clean with baby wipes, each swipe feeling like a slice to his already wounded pride. The cool sensation of sudocream that followed only added to his discomfort.

"Can't we just forget this ever happened?" he pleaded quietly, unable to look at his sisters.

"Sorry, kiddo," his eldest sister, Rebecca, chimed in, smirking slightly. "This is one for the books."

"Enough, Rebecca," their mother scolded, finishing up with the cleaning process. She turned James back to face her and looked into his eyes. "I know this has been difficult for you, James, and I don't want you to think we're doing this to make fun of you. We just want you to understand the gravity of your actions."

"I do, Mom," James murmured, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I really do."

"Good," she replied, softening her gaze. "Now let's get you dressed and moving forward, alright?"

"Alright," James whispered, finally allowing himself to breathe a small sigh of relief as his mother led him out of the kitchen and away from the watchful eyes of his sisters.

#embarrasment #diaper domination #discipline #humiliation captions #humilliation #stripped #humiliated sissy #nappy lover

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sideblogformindtrash · 2 years

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Whump Farlan Time

Farlan went quiet during the walk, thinking about something, almost escaping to his own mind. It was a fun sight to see, principally when yanking the leash to make him choke.

When I was satisfied with the walk, I cuffed his hands behind his back again, letting him kneel on the floor.

"You must be tired," I say, moving his head from one side to another, waiting for him to try something, "And probably thirsty too, right?"

I get out for a bit and come back with a dog bowl full of water, which I place right in front of him, he wasn't thinking that the collar would be the end of the humiliation, right?

"Drink it the right way," I say with a smile. Or you won't be drinking anything for a while.

...Humiliated and exhausted, he does so, leaning over the fucking bowl and lapping at it. He doesn't have enough strenght to protest it right now, nor does he really want to consider what is happening. He tries to just be glad he's getting some water...

And then he realizes that's exactly the way you'd train a pet, right? Make them be *grateful* for drinking from a fucking dog bowl, with no dignity, or respect. SUddenly, any gratitude he could have just twists into disgust. He finishes drinking, and repeats that to himself.

#Farlan B)#kim ask #pet whump #dehumanisation

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oneofthosesimps · 3 years

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The Animal in Him

pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 1986

summary: after erwin stares at you all day, levi's dark side takes over

warnings: anal, rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, public sex, exposure/ humiliation, sub x dom

authors note: short stories suit me better, i think. and this time i really felt it again. besides, i wanted to try something anal, because it seems to me that this is rather rare among fanfictions (for whatever reason). if you like it, i might do part II, because i've already started <3

all credits to the artist of this pic

(unfortunately, i don't know who it's from. if anyone can help me further, feel free to write me)

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The sky is red orange, the sun is low and casts its last rays over the hills. Your hair shines as it falls down your back and individual strands wrap around your face over your shoulder. How beautiful it must look outside, you think to yourself, as your hands claw into the straw beneath you. A warm breeze comes in from outside, swirls around you, and continues to make its way down the hallway behind you. Far away you hear birds singing their songs as the sound of flesh hitting flesh almost drowns out the rest. The hand in your hair gets harder, gripping tighter, pulling at your scalp. You give in to the tugging, your head falling back into your neck, and a long moan escapes you. You hear the click of hooves and a horse snorting, disturbed by your sounds.

"Shut your mouth," it hisses behind you and your head is pulled back even further so you can see the wooden ceiling above you. Of course, you don't see a single spider web.

You moan louder and your legs begin to wobble beneath you. The hand loosens and joins the other one gripping your hip. Strong hands dig into the skin beneath them and you gasp.

"Everyone hears you, you little slut. Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut?".

"I-I'm sorry, sir."

At that word, his hands grip harder, leaving marks on your skin, clawing into your flesh. The thick cock inside you bores deeper into your creamy cunt, the angle changing slightly as it presses forward on your G-spot with each thrust. You drop your head forward, peering at the bale of straw below you with your image wobbling. Your half-open blouse shows just enough. Your bra sits uncomfortably under your breasts, pushing them up as they jiggle from front to back.

Your pussy feels drained, sore, as Levi thrusts indispensably into it. His eyebrows are drawn together, his teeth slightly bared as his dark gaze keeps wandering from his cock inside you, to your ass, to your back, to your face he can barely see, and back again. His brain tries to memorize every single spot on you and preserve that scene like a brand. Beads of sweat form on his forehead.

The knot in your belly tightens and more juice flows out of your core, making you even wetter. The next thrust hits differently, better, deeper. You moan loudly again, which is shattered by a slap to your ass. "Fuck, pet," he growls. His big hands grip your shoulders and he pulls you toward him, stopping his thrusts. His hot breath hits your neck, enveloping you. His hands drop to your breasts, trapping them. Your hard nipples stick forward and he pulls on them, almost painfully. Your eyes roll into your skull.

"What can your brain actually remember?" he hisses. "You can't keep your mouth shut. You can't stay standing on your own legs so I can fuck you. Hell, you can't even hold back in front of other men." The pain in your nipples intensifies as he pulls harder on them and you bite your lower lip. You squeeze your eyes shut and taste blood.

"I'm going to show Erwin what's mine, shit," he growls again. "If I catch him touching you one more time - no, if I catch him looking at you one more time, I'm going to break his bones." You whimper beneath him before he pulls his hands away and places them on your hips, but doesn't continue. The feeling of not having come, floods through you. It's no longer enough just to have his cock inside you. You want, no, need to come. You squirm slightly in his arms, trying to push his cock deeper inside you, more pressure. "Please, more, sir", you beg.

A deep, dark sound comes from his throat. His cock twitches inside you and he hears you sigh out. His gaze falls outside, out of the stable into the distance to the headquarters building. You follow him in confusion, seeing a few cadets walking around, lunch seems to be over. If you could see his face, you would notice through his half-closed eyes that there is no more of the silver left in his eyes. His pupils are blown, his look as dark as night.

"You know what, pet, you want to be heard all the time because you can't keep your damn mouth shut. Now you have the opportunity to give everyone a show." With his cock still buried deep inside, he drags you to your to the open stall door, out of your safe corner. The air is a little cooler now, circling around your nipples, which are hard again. You try to pull your blouse closed with your hands, but Levi pushes them aside, opens it again. "Oi, you don't want to do that".

"L-levi, no, please don't, it's not the same," you stammer.

"Ohh, it's not the same, she says. Stop whining."

You shiver a little and his body heat comes to you. You press against him tighter, hoping that no one around you will accidentally lay their eyes on you. You're aware that you're far away and probably no one could see anything, but the excitement inside you is rising anyway.

"I have another, better idea," he murmurs in your ear before pulling his cock out of you. You mewl at the loss of something inside you and are about to turn around when Levi takes your hips in his hands again and holds you tight.

"Bend over and spread your ass." Renewed confusion reflects on your face and Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance. He presses his hand into the small of your back and bends your torso forward. Your hands settle on your ass cheeks, spreading them for him, and he enjoys the sight.

"You know, pet," he murmurs as his hands caress your skin, "Erwin's gaze has been on your ass most of the time today. A thought popped into my head. I wonder what it feels like."

Your eyes widen as his glans touches your little hole. Your legs start to shake at the touch and your hands dig into your flesh. You look back over your shoulder at him. He rubs his cock back and forth, spreading your and his juice as a lubricant. In addition, he collects his saliva and spits on your most intimate place. His gaze falls on your face and he holds your gaze as he gently pushes and his tip enters you. You wince your face, but not in pain. This is different, the feeling is hard to describe. Your asshole is way, way too tight for him. Every single ring of your muscle is sucking him into you step by step, taking him captive. Levi's expression was indescribable. He had never felt anything like this before. You had always been tight, but this is a different act. A moan escapes him and you look at him. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted. Your cheeks turn a deep red and he pushes further, your eyes twisting and you hold onto the frame of the door.

Reaching the end, he pauses for a moment, waiting for you to accept him a bit and for your body to get used to him before he slowly pulls his cock out again and repeats the motion. His body is screaming at him to be faster, to fuck you hard, to stretch your hole, but he wants to at least give you a few thrusts. Again, you feel every muscle accepting him, but this time much more easily. This repeats a few times before the first harder thrust comes. You finally groan out and that breaks the ice.

Levi increases his speed, the thrusts get harder, he literally fucks you away from him. His hands grip your waist to hold you back in place.

"I can see why Erwin keeps looking at your ass all the time," he growls. "He's probably dreaming about taking you like this. Any man would dream of fucking that hole if they knew how good it felt." At these words you moan loudly, your words lost in the surroundings and your anal muscle twitches. His moans get louder and he clenches his teeth. Around you, you hear the snorting of a horse again and you blush again as you think about what you are doing right now in this place. Never again would you have another connection with the stable.

"Fuck, pet, more of that. You are so infinitely tight." Levi's hand in the small of your back pushes you down harder and your ass comes further towards him. In the distance you can see more of your comrades and wonder all the way inside if they can hear and see you. What would you do if they could? The better question should be what would Levi do?

This sex is very different from others. The knot in your stomach isn't forming, there's no orgasm in sight, but the feeling was still one of the most pleasurable you've ever felt in your life. And Levi's reaction makes it all worth it either way. He looks like he's floating in heaven. His eyes fall on his cock in your asshole and he almost comes. He gives himself two slow thrusts, memorizing the image of your hole swallowing him before pulling his cock out. He has to pull himself together, he wants to enjoy this longer after all. At the sight of your little hole pulsing and trying to grasp the emptiness, the knot almost explodes again and the air in his lungs is forced out of him. He is speechless. He won't be able to stand another minute. He had never seen anything so erotic. Your face covered with a blush looks at him and his heart skips a beat. He now regrets using your hole for the first time here in the open. No one but him will ever see you like this, he swears to himself. What was he thinking, fucking you here? You deserved more. Never again, he tells himself, before thrusting into you again with one smooth thrust and fucking you like a madman. Your moans become uncontrolled, louder. He has only one thought: to fill you. To fill your asshole with his juice. To show Erwin that you belong to him, will belong to him forever. God, he loves you so incredibly. He loves your cunt as it milks him. He loves your asshole as it sucks around him.

Another thrust, another thrust, another thrust. The knot in his belly loosens, his juice squirts into you, filling you to the top. It's too much, which is why it's being pushed out the sides of his shaft as he tries to survive his orgasm. It almost knocks him out, the world spinning, coming apart at the seams. He clings to you for a constant point and you moan with him at the sounds he makes.

When he regains consciousness, he looks into your eyes, which sparkle at him, and he pulls out of you. Again, your asshole twitches at the loss and he would love to start all over again. Your body relaxes a bit and your back aches from the bad posture. It's already dawning on you how your butt will feel tomorrow.

"I'm sorry you didn't come," he murmurs, pulling you into his arms. His lips meet your forehead and he pulls your blouse down over your breasts. You snuggle up to him and enjoy his tender touch. He looks past you at the wet spot you just left on the floor - a mixture of your juice and his sperm. The animal in him takes hold again and overcomes him. His lips meet your ear, "I'll take you inside now, and then we'll repeat."

#aot fanfiction #attack on titan #snk x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #levi smut #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi heichou

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ TREAT YOU BETTER ❜

with Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortiz.

Request: Oh please please tell me I make the cut! But can you do a Juice x Reader where Reader and Juice are good friends and she is in a bad relationship and he is trying to convince her that it's a bad relationship? Basically to the song, "Treat you Better" by Shawn Mendes

BY @firebenderwolf

Word count: about 1.2k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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I won't lie to you, I know he's just not right for you. And you can tell me if I'm off, but I see it on your face, when you say that he's the one that you want. And you're spending all your time in this wrong situation. And anytime you want it to stop, I know I can treat you better than he can.

Juice has lost the track of how many times he has heard you crying because of that asshole. He has lost the track of how many times he has to comfort you because you had found another infidelity from him. But you are convinced that you love him, that you can change him. You believe your boyfriend every time he tells you that you're crazy, or that he won't do it again when you have proof of what he has done.

This time, you found him with another girl in your house. In your room. In the bed you share. And you have run away to Juice's house. He doesn't need to ask what's happening when he opens the door to see the mess of suffering you are. Heavily sighing with a sorrow installed on his throat, he doesn't doubt to embrace you with all the love he unconditionally feels for you. Making you come into the inside, he closes the door, before leaning enough to place his hands on the back of your thighs; urging you to surround his waist with your legs. You feel bad for him too. He must be tired of every shitty situation you put him on. Tired of always telling you that you deserve the world, that you deserve someone better, that you are worth it, that you're amazing. But you have never listened to. Until now.

Sitting on the sofa, he holds as much closer as he can, burying your face into the gap between his neck and his collarbone. Juice is not going to lie. He loves that you always come to him, even if it's not in the way he would like to. But you finally keep choosing him for a second. Your tears wet his shirt, and he doesn't care. He's just staying in silence, caressing your back, trying to make you feel better.

I'll stop time for you the second you say you'd like me to. I just want to give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you would be everything I need. And this could be so different. Tell me what you want to do.

Juice could put the world to turn to the opposite direction just for you. He could turn off the moonlight just for you. He would do anything for you. And you know it. You know it pretty well. As you know how much he would enjoy killing that son of a bitch. After some minutes clinged to him, your breathing is calmed, your cry is unnoticeable and the pain is disappearing little by little. He cleans the left tears on your cheeks, pulling yourself away some inches.

“I'm sorry… for putting you on it every damn time”. You try to apologize, receiving a shake of his head back.

“I'm your friend”. He just says, noticing the bitter on his words and hidden on the fleeting smile he shows you.

Yes, he is. And you know that you're really terrified of recognizing your feelings for him, just because you don't want to lose him. Resting your head on Juice's shoulders, he gets up to carry you to his bed. After helping you to take off your sneakers and the socks, he gives you a shirt to sleep on. Sleeping with him after a bad day is like coming back to life after death. His body warms yours, surrounding your anatomy with his strong arms, gluing your back to his chest. The kisses on your head shut your demons, your insecurities and yours fears. Sometimes you would like him to be your boyfriend, but you're not even sure about what he feels. Maybe the bitter tone you noticed it's just because he's tired of being your teabag, after bail him on a lot of times for spending time with your real shitty boyfriend.

Give me a sign, take my hand, we'll be fine. Promise I won't let you down. Just know that you don't have to do this alone. Promise I'll never let you down.

He could be his whole life lying on his bed, with you comfy curled under his grip, peacefully sleeping as if there weren't any trouble outside of his room. Resting his face over the pillow, with yours on his bicep, he presses his lips on your forehead. Two long seconds. Not wanting to end that lovely gesture. Not wanting to stop kissing you. He would never get tired of kissing every single inch of your skin, once and again. But there he is, comforting you before saying go again to be with your boyfriend.

“I wish you could see me the way I see you”. He whispers, gently caressing the back of your head.

The sun is almost shining and Juice knows that you will wake up in a few minutes, so he just fits his body to yours with the only intention of enjoying your company, before letting you leave. Sighing sleepy against his chest, you sink your face in his neck. His heart jumps, praying that you haven't heard his words.

I know I can treat you better than he can and any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying, when you should be with me instead.

Juice feels like shit, sitting on the porch of his house, watching your black car turn the corner. Leaving his neighborhood. He could cry like never before right now, without caring about who could watch him. Every time he is exactly where he is, his heart is squeezed by a painful sensation. Always saying to himself that he isn't good enough for you, that you prefer a man who cheats on her every night than an outlaw biker. And he can't blame you. He chose that life, like you chose yours.

But driving to your house you have something like a flashback, like a deja vu. Like a signal. Parking outside and coming into the silent house, you know that Darren isn't there. Maybe he left for work, maybe he left for another bitch. And you have made a decision on your own. For your mental health. Putting your things into two suitcases and a bag, you are sure that you're not going to tolerate any humiliation more. And you're sure that you can stay at the clubhouse until you find a house to live in.

Even so, your first stop is at Juice's. When he opens the door and doesn't see you crying, but smiling softly and ashamed, he frowns confused.

“I'm not gonna come back with him”.

He's not sure about what you are saying to him.

“It's over, Juice. You wh—”.

You can't finish. He doesn't let you. His lips on yours don't let you. You don't hesitate in placing your fingers in his shirt, tangling them in the fabric of it. You weren't wrong. The words he said last night were true. It wasn't a dream. He pushes you into his house, repeating the same gesture he has done last night. But now, you two are curled on his sofa, giving each other the kisses you have ever wanted to give.

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Flirty Criminal — song mingi

criminal!song mingi X detective!male!reader

Part 3

word count – 4.5K

genre – Mature | Criminal/Cop!au

warning(s) – SMUT, a lil angsty, minor degrading, window sex, slight humiliation, passionate sex

Synopsis – “[Y/N] [L/N] is known famously around his police precinct as the detective that the infamous criminal Song Mingi has a crush on. The detective denies these claims, though Mingi gets into as much trouble as possible just to see him.”

"Fancy seeing you here, detective," Mingi chuckled, immediately noticing you from the colour of your hair.

He didn't expect you to be at his bar, let alone anywhere near his territory after your failed... Date? And it wasn't liked you lived anywhere near his bar, he was on the southside of the city, rich cops with rich lawyer husbands don't drop buy just for a drink.

You hadn't responded to him, and being ignored isn't exactly something Mingi appreciates, "Detective." He frowned, being close enough so you could see him from the corner of your eye. He stood beside you, putting his hands in his pockets of his expensive jeans before noticing something. "[Y/N]... Are you crying?"

Fuck if you knew, you'd been at Mingi's bar for almost an hour, ordered a whiskey but didn't even drink it because you knew what would happen if you did. You'd just been shedding tears, to the point where the bartender called Mingi to see if this was someone he knew.

He does.

"Hey, hey," Mingi repeated to catch your attention. You didn't respond, so he quickly looked over at the bartender, clicking his fingers to him then the door, giving an order for the man to leave.

He did, and now it was just the two of you in the he establishment, Mingi now sitting down at the stool next to yours, "Hey, what happened?"

And you just... You just kissed him.

It wasn't even a kiss, you moulded your lips on his like they were made for each other, pulling him by the necklace that sat neatly around his neck so you could bring him much closer. You parted your lips slightly just so you could get every part of Mingi that you wanted.

He stood up form his seat, turning you around so your back was now against the bench while you were still sitting down, Mingi in between your legs as he gently cupped your face with his hands. He didn't stop the kiss once, both your eyes closed as the moment was just something for the two of you to enjoy. Thousands of fireworks that you were once convinced were dormant now lit aflame.

God, Mingi wanted this for so long. He had a crush on you ever since you tried to arrest him for the first time; you were so dedicated and did your best to sympathize, only for you to threaten him when you couldn't deal with his flirty antics.

"[Y/N]–" He tried to interrupt, but you didn't stop immediately, so he pulled away, holding your cheeks, "–[Y/N], what happened?"

You sniffled, taking in a deep breath as more tears threatened to spill, "He... I–" It was fustrating you, bearly able to form words without crying, "I found him with my partner... In our bed. I was working the n-night shift and–"

Mingi lifted your chin up so you could look at him directly, soft eyes locked with your glossy ones, "Shhh, it's okay, I'll kill the bastard–"

You shook your head, "I never loved him, it won't do anything if you did... I just never though m-my partner would betray me like that..." You gripped onto Mingi's dress shirt, barely able to continue your sentences.

He'll kill the other bastard then.

Mingi took a deep breath, "It's okay. I've got you." He softly traced your skin with his thumb, praying that it would bring some kind of comfort. Watching the detective who was always so strong break down in front of him was worse than anything he'd been accused of. "Why you so far out here then? Don't you have friends you can lean onto back at the north?"

You shook your head, "I wanted to see you. I... I always wanted you, it's just, you know my job I'm supposed to hate you and it's midnight, I didn't want to see anyone else."

Mingi smiled. If that confession didn't provide his stomach with half a million butterflies, then it must be some other medical issue. He bought his thumb down to the bottom of your lip, dragging it down as he stared at his actions, "Do you want me as much as I want you, Detective?"

You nodded, not thinking twice. It was enough for Mingi to place his hand on your thigh and give it a firm squeeze. He watched you gasp underneath his touch, your muscle tensing in lust. "Yes, god, yes."

Mingi traced lines over the material of your jeans, his fingers moving to your inner thigh, "Detective, you're all mine tonight, understood?" The way you melted at his words were too much for him, he was so tempted just to ruin whatever nobility that badge you carried yourself with provided, you were falling in the grasp of Song Mingi, that should be punishment enough. He traced a line down from the centre of your v-line and over your crotch, watching you squirm at his touch was enough for his pants to tighten around him. "It's only my name you think of tonight. Understood?"

"Yes, sir~"

Fuck, that was it. He lifted you off the stool, his hands gripping your ass as you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a soft moan. His mouth latching onto yours as you two aggressively joined lips. Tongue on tongue, lips on lips, breathing inconsistent and your hands held the sides of Mingi's jaw while he carried you to the upstairs of his bar.

"Where... Where are we going?" You asked, eyes half lidded before kissing him back hard.

"Trust me." He pushed you against one of the doors, your bodies flush together with your legs wrapped around his hips as he grinded into you.

"Mingi," You moaned, throwing your head back against the door as you moaned his name. Your hips involuntarily bucked into him. He didn't waste any time to move down to kiss your neck, scraping teeth and a warm tongue across his fresh canvas, placing rough kisses across it as well. Hearing you moan and sigh and try to hold back your desperation was all he wanted. "Mingi... Please..."

"You should know best that anything you tell me will be used against you, Detective," he snickered lowly, feeling you arch your back when he bit down on the spot he was looking for, "I won't forget you begging and moaning my name like a pretty whore."

It earned a small smile on your face. Degrading, but he was also behaving just as loving as he was at the restaurant.

He opened the door, holding onto you tight so you didn't fall, but immediately dropped you on the huge bed by the window.

The light coming from outside reflecting onto you made you look so irresistible to the point he felt himself get hard. Your shirt was now wrinkled and messy and raised slightly to expose your torso, your neck had evident bite marks. You looked like a meal. And Mingi was a victim of famine.

You couldn't help but grow a little prideful at the way he was staring at you, hence why you raised your hands up to drag the shirt higher, stopping at the top buttons as you began to undo them, watching Mingi crawl over on the bed. "I'm all yours, " You whimpered.

Mingi gripped your wrist firmly at the fifth button, though, making you confused in the slightest. He spoke softly, like how a police officer would confront a victim; "I don't know how much I'll be able to back when you look like this," he said, licking his lips. He dragged his gaze all the way to your bulge before dragging it back up to your eyes, "But I want you to scream 'gun' if you ever need me to stop. Do you understand?"

He was definitely more in love with you than you assumed. He was being so considerate and genuinely had your safety as his top priority.

You nodded immediately, pulling him down and bucking your hips up, "I want you, Mingi. Please, you have me~"

Mingi chuckled, bringing his hand up to grip your jaw, "Such an impatient baby. Imagine someone finding out how submissive the honourable Detective is for the man he's trying to put away." He used his other hand to unbutton the remainder of your shirt, even popping the one on your jeans. He watched you close your thighs in embarrassment. Because he was right; you withered under his every touch, not something you're entirely used to. Mingi teasingly palmed your crotch, watching you whimper as he did, "Already hard now, Detective?"

He made you work for it, from taking his cock in your mouth to leaving red and purple hues along your neck, chest and thighs. The scratches you left on his back are bright red and will be a reminder of everything when they sting in the shower. The way he held you, the way he spoke and was both with selflessness and authority. His main emphasis was to make sure you were only focusing on him, not wanting you to have to worry about everything that occurred in the last eight hours.

But fuck, the way you would shiver and jerk every time he touched a sensitive spot, now knowing that your thighs will give in if he kisses them. The way you moan his name like a prayer, the way you practically scream it when you're so close to cumming. You would chuckle when he kisses your nose and upper lip, groan and grunt when he was deep inside you. Fuck, all this was worth the wait. He did his waiting, and now you wanted him too.

Though right now, he had you against the window, your chest against the cold glass as your hot breath was fogging a small part of it. Mingi was flush against your back, thrusting in and out at a simple pace; hearing you beg was beyond attractive, pleading with him to move faster as your hands were firm on the glass and your cock dripping with pre-cum. Hickeys littered literally everywhere on your body, Ming creating more with the way he was trailing kisses down your neck.

"Please, please, Mingi–!" You groaned as he bit down on your shoulder, accidentally jerking forward when he thrust forward particularity hard so his cock hit your prostate. "Please, I'm so close–"

"You already came twice, Detective," He snickered, "Such a needy slut."

He picked up his pace with his thrusts, gripping one of your hips and locking his fingers with yours on the glass with his other hand. He kissed the back of your neck when you couldn't stop your head from dropping from the sudden fast thrusts, "Ah–! Fuck, I'm gonna–" You moaned loudly, "Mingi-! I'm gonna cum–!"

Mingi didn't have time to respond, you released on the window and grinded back against him so he could as well. Your throat was dry from all the screaming and moaning, you could only whimper and whine as all the white leaked from your tip. Mingi slowed down his thrusts, knowing you're way too sensitive to overstimulate any further, "So impatient~"

He came not long after, groaning your name as he did before pulling out when he was done, removing the condom and disregarding it in the trash can. He smiled at you softly as you were lying on your back now on the bed, grinning back at him. "That... That was amazing."

You never actually thought you'd have sex with Song Mingi, let alone for three rounds in the one night.

He made sure you were comfortable and kept his word when he was making sure it was only him you were thinking about.

Mingi bent down to kiss your lips, softly, bringing the thin blanket over you just because he thought it was a good idea. You kissed him back, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek before pulling away gently.

He caressed the hand that was on his cheek, thinking about how thrilled he was that you're actually with him right now, "Do you... Do you want to spend the night? With me?"

You nodded, grinning brightly, "As long as we cuddle."

"What's going to happen in the morning? Will you continue your aim to throw me into jail, Detective?" Mingi asked, looking a little saddened.

"After all this?" You giggled, leaning up slightly to peck his lips. You frowned a little though, your smile disappearing, "You know... If they even think we're seeing each other, I can get into a lot of trouble."

Mingi continued to caress your hand, taking a moment to think, "I'll figure something out. Or maybe ill just get into more trouble so I can see you."

You laughed, shaking your head. He was something else. You pulled him down so you had your head buried in his neck, gently kissing the skin as you placed an arm over his torso. "Just.. Hold me for a bit. I just want you right now."

He did so with content. Holding you close, happy knowing that the feeling was mutual.

"Detective." The Chief had called you into the office. He was expecting something, from the way he crossed his arms and the fact that there was a clear case file sitting on his desk about the man you slept. "Anything you want to tell me?"

Wayne Haulting was a friend of yours, but when he's serious. He's serious. You nodded at him though, "He believes it. My husband is in Chicago well away from here, he doesn't exactly know about the plan, but Song Mingi believed it all."

"You slept with him?"

"Best sex of my life." You chuckled, crossing your arms, "However, I'm Sargent [Y/N], throwing criminals into jail is my job. Mingi thinks I'm in love with him, so it shouldn't be long before he trusts me enough to reveal a few things."

Haulting nodded in approval. "I guess I should congratulate you then. Is it safe to say you have Mingi wrapped around your finger?"

You nodded. You may like him, but the city needs Song Mingi in jail, and that's what you were going to do.

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