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#and your punishment is never being able to touch anyone like that for the rest of your days

candyk0rn · 9 months

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Cuddles : BG3

It’s been a while! I hope you’re all doing great, and I’m sorry for once more going on a forever break lol. But of course, Baldurs Gate 3 brainrot is so real

Before reading: Fluff, headcanons, Astarion, Lae’Zel, Gale, Shadowheart x reader (separate), gn reader

Astarion:

“Oh? I see you still can’t say no to my endless charm..”

At the beginning of the relationship, touches and prodding aren’t uncommon

Anything that can bring your attention to him

It takes a while and a lot of convincing from you that his somewhat risqué touches was not all that pleased you

And eventually he can even process that you don’t just love him for his body

Although hard for him to realize, with your help he can

So after your relationship has really blossomed and grown, his touches become softer, calmer, more intimate

Nights by the crackling fire, you in his lap, his hand massaging your nape

His fingers are dangerously cold against your skin, but there’s a sense of comfort that comes with the chill

Although he will brush off your reassurance as pitiful and unneeded..

Please reassure him omg

For the longest time, he will surely believe you are like all his other conquests,

Seduced by him and his charms

But just small whispers of love into his ear, your comforting touch against his skin

That’s enough for him.

Gale:

“Come with me, we shall rest under the stars tonight.”

I am of the firm believer that Gale is horribly touch-starved, poor man

Taken advantage of by his own Goddess, thinking that that is the best he would ever be able to do

Then when you come along, it all changed

His thoughts about himself seem to change, his standards seem to change, his love seems to change

He cares so much about you, he cannot help but think he is not worthy

That a cursed, unfaithful man as himself could never even breathe the same air as you

But all of his doubts and worries seem to melt away when you two hold one another underneath the stars

Your fingers lovingly combing through his hair as he rambles on about something he is passionate about

Wether it be a book, his expertise in magic, or Tara (lmao)

Others would shove him off as a show-off, annoying, etc

But you are so willing to hear him go on and on, that he can’t help but love you

His index finger instinctively draws shapes into your back when you hold each other

When he’s cuddled up with you, his worries that today might be his last don’t even cross his mind

He’s more worried about you, how you feel, if you’re comfortable

He doesn’t care if tonight is the last night he shall ever see you

He’d rather die tomorrow than live for an eternity never knowing you

Lae’Zel:

“Chk..I do not take part in worthless acts of intimacy.”

Lae’Zel is not much of a ‘cuddles’ person

Like at all…

She’d rather feel the thrill of battle with you, bathing in the blood of your enemies

Her way of loving is slaughtering anyone who even just looks at you the wrong way

But, if you’re particularly lucky, or especially down

She can’t help but..pity you

In her mind, it’s such a disgusting feeling. This ‘love’ makes her weak, but she cannot run from it no matter how much she tries

The most touch you’ll get from her will only occur in private

A hand perched protectively on your hip or waist

Her head slumped on your shoulder when you’re on watch for the night

acts like this, although small

It means so,so much from her

And she’ll kill you if you go telling Shadowheart about how ‘sweet’ she was being last night

Shadowheart:

“My love…ugh. I’m still not used to calling someone that.”

Shadowheart is lost when it comes to you

Not only is she horribly confused that you of all people would love her

She’s confused as to how she’s supposed to love you

Her entire life, for what she can remember, she’s never been shown comfort or remorse

If she did something wrong, she was punished

She doesn’t remember a single moment in her life when she was loved the way you love her

And although grateful, she feels unworthy

Hugs are common with her, of course in private, but common nonetheless

When she hold you in her arms, the pads of her fingers massage your back lovingly, worried if she lets go, you’ll flee

Let! Her! Play! With! Your! Hair! 🙏🏻

And please play with hers omg

At night, she’ll let her hair down and allow your hands to explore her long, black (or white) locks

Your touch sends shivers down her spine, a feeling she’s not used to, but craves so much

She truly hopes that you’ll never leave her, for now that she has tasted your touch,

She never wants that sensation to leave

Thanks for reading!

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avatar-anna · 5 months

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Bruises

"I feel so...hollow," you said, your voice breaking on the last word. "But—But like my feelings are so heavy they could drown me at the same time. I don't—I don't know when it started, but I can't remember how to be happy without waiting to be punished for it later."

Tears were tracking stains down your cheeks like small rivers, leaking out of your eyes faster than you could stop them. Not that you tried to, anyway, even that seemed exhausting. One thing you could do was avoid Harry's gaze. You felt it like a severe burn as he practically begged you to look at him, but you just couldn't. Not while you were so vulnerable. You felt stripped bare, even more so than the number of times the two of you had been intimate.

"Y/n—"

"Don't," you said, nearly leaping out of your skin when he rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him then, saw the pain in his eyes at your rejection of his touch. But you couldn't handle it. Your soul felt raw as you said things you never thought you would out loud. "Please don't, I can't—"

Harry seemed to understand as he nodded and took a step back, but the concerned furrow of his brow remained, his fingers curling awkwardly at his sides. He'd always been the type to communicate through touch—a squeeze on the shoulder, a tip of your chin, a gentle nose nudge on your cheek, a hand never far away from your person. You knew that he craved touch to comfort people, and yet he stayed put. For that you were thankful, and it helped you find your words again.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," you said, almost too quietly for anything but your thoughts to hear. "I—I don't know why I'm feeling like this, or how I got here, I—I just feel like I'm stuck in this emptiness."

Saying all of that made you want to run and hide. Harry didn't need to know all this, how wrecked you really were inside. No one did. He was just someone who happened to be around when you were at your worst. Normally you were able to keep a lid on your darkest thoughts, but he'd come over when you were in the thick of it, and you couldn't exactly hide how you felt when you were crying uncontrollably for virtually no reason other than it was a Tuesday afternoon and life suddenly felt like one big chore.

Maybe it was the holiday, seeing everyone so happy, hearing songs about falling in love and kissing under mistletoes and commercials that said, "The perfect gift for that someone special!" Being surrounded by so much cheer only left you feeling more hollowed out, more lost than you'd ever thought you'd become.

"Y/n, why—why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Like what?" you laughed bitterly. "That I cry at the drop of a hat and can't handle light teasing from my friends? That I haven't felt right for weeks and getting out of bed feels like a chore? We—That's not who we are to each other. I—I have no one."

The words clanged around, grasping onto your heartstrings and convincing you it was true. You had friends and family, but when the darkness reared its ugly head, you always felt hopelessly and inescapably alone. Words deserted you when you needed them most, leaving you to smile and pinch your skin, trying your best not to cry in line at the grocery store or while sitting at your desk at work. It was all too much, too much to handle, and yet you didn't want anyone else but you to share that load, the weight of your inexplicable despair.

"Do you honestly think that?" Harry asked. You couldn't even dignify him with an answer. It had been humiliating to say it once, let alone look him in the eye and say it again. So you just shrugged and wiped your cheek. "You're my friend, Y/n, and I care about you. I'm sorry if I haven't done enough to make you know that."

"It's not just you, H," you sniffled, feeling bad for making Harry uncomfortable. It wasn't his job to make you feel better. Your problems were yours to bear alone. They always had been. "I don't—I don't know how to do this."

"Do what, love?"

Despite the discomfort of having shared so much, Harry's gentle voice felt like a warm blanket over your shoulders. It made you finally look up to meet his eye. You were surprised to see so much emotion held in them, but you didn't shy away from it like you thought you would. It helped fill that hollow ache a little, made you feel a little less alone.

"I don't know how to deal with this any other way," you said, trying to explain. "I don't...I hate sharing this stuff with people. It makes my skin crawl."

Your body felt heavy, your soul weary, as if no amount of shed tears or leaning on shoulders would ever ebb the emptiness that was taking over you. But you didn't want the pity. You didn't want anyone to worry or look at you differently because of how sensitive you tended to be sometimes. To deal with the myriad of moods that swung on a pendulum day to day, sometimes moment to moment. The pressure of feeling like you should reach out and ask for help was almost worse than the emptiness and despair.

"This is a good start," Harry said, inching just a tiny bit closer. "I just don't want you to think you can't talk to me. You can, Y/n, and I'll listen, or give you space, or help you find professional help, or do whatever it takes to make you smile. Just let me be here for you."

The notion didn't sit well with you at first. It wasn't how you dealt with things, though clearly your methods weren't working. That didn't make letting Harry in any less scary, or any easier. But Harry was still here. You'd broken down, shared just how broken you really were, and he was still here, asking to be someone for you to confide in.

Harry had been your friend for a long time. You ran in the same circles and saw each other often enough that you'd consider him to be someone you were close to. It wasn't until your arrangement that you got to know him more. You'd never had a friends with benefits situation before, but you never imagined it to be so easy. Rules had been sketched out, boundaries were made and kept, and things between you just seemed to work. Even when you didn't see each other for a week or two at a time, there was no awkwardness.

There was no jealousy at parties or possessiveness; you were exclusive, but okay with the idea of ending things should either of you meet someone you wanted to explore a relationship with. You and Harry just clicked—two friends who happened to sleep with each other, companions who could hold conversations about their jobs amicably, yet knew every inch of each other's bodies intimately. And now Harry was offering something more, something different.

Nodding, you said, "Thank you."

Harry gave you a small grin, then tentatively reached a hand out to wipe away a stray tear. You let him, not feeling like a startled animal anymore. You knew part of you should've felt embarrassed that Harry had caught you in such a state, that you'd let him see how broken and hurting you were on the inside, and maybe a small part of you did, but you mostly just felt like a weight had lifted off your chest.

"Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of tea?" he asked, leading you over to your kitchen counter as if it was his home, not yours.

You let him, content to watch him move around your kitchen as if it was his own. He'd been over to your place enough times to know his way around and know how you took your tea.

Sitting in silence, you watched as Harry took a mug that looked like a gingerbread man and one that had a textured, cable-knit sweater design from your cabinet and fixed up two cups of tea. His shoulders flexed beneath his loose shirt, dark brown curls curving every which way at the nape of his neck. The familiarity of this moment was comforting after such an emotionally taxing and foreign afternoon. Harry was here as often as your busy schedules would allow, or you were at his place, neither of you concerned with how much time you spent together.

Though today you hadn't expecting to see him, hence the emotional breakdown. You didn't really plan those kinds of things, but you'd been feeling more down than usual and had been seeing Harry less and less recently as a result. Every text about a next meet-up, whether that was to get lunch or have sex or anything in between, had been rebuffed quickly and kindly. Today he'd shown up out of the blue.

"H?"

"Yeah?" he said, his back still to you.

"Why did you come over today? Y—You didn't text like you normally do."

Harry looked over his shoulder briefly, a small smile playing at his lips. "We hadn't seen each other in a while," he said breezily. "Which is fine, I know we're both busy, but I just had this distinct feeling you were avoiding me."

"I'm sorry," you said, finding it easier to say it when his back was to you. "I don't mean to do that."

"I know," Harry said, that same gentle and easy tone in his voice. "I've always known you're squirrelly about feelings."

You huffed at his choice of words, trying to focus on his humor rather than the fact that he seemed to know you better than you thought he did. You appreciated that he didn't state the obvious, which was that you went way past "squirrelly." The last hour had been emotionally taxing, and you appreciated that Harry offered you a modicum of normalcy.

"Thank you for checking up on me," you said. "You're a good friend, H."

Perhaps better than I deserve, was what you didn't say, because you knew he would scold you for even thinking it.

"Well, my visit wasn't totally innocent," Harry teased as he finally came over with two steaming mugs of tea, yours done just right. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, but didn't say anything more than that.

Raising your brows, you said, "Ah. You couldn't find anyone to watch Hallmark Christmas movies with you, could you?"

Harry chuckled into his mug, taking the excuse you both knew was a lie and ran with it. "Yeah, that's exactly it. I knew you'd understand."

"I wouldn't say to no a cheesy Christmas movie."

"Promise me you'll tell me when you're feeling like this again," Harry said a while later.

You could tell Harry was trying to hide his eagerness to pull you into your room and fire up your TV. His eyes scanned over you briefly, as if he was trying to assess where you were at mentally. It would be hard to see that stare, to know Harry had seen you at your lowest and would constantly be gauging if you were on the verge of another breakdown. But the thought didn't irritate you the way you thought it would. You were surprised to feel a little relieved that you weren't the only one taking care of you, at least for the time being.

You were huddled under a mountain of blankets together. Twinkly lights in your bedroom casting a warm light over you both. You'd meant to put them up earlier in the month, but hadn't made yourself get around to it, the small task falling to the wayside the same way a lot of your everyday chores did. Harry took one look at the forgotten box of lights and got to work, even going as far as putting a looped video of a roaring fireplace in his phone and setting it up next to your television. It was a little silly, and a tad over the top, but you appreciated it all the same, the lengths he was going to ease the ache in your chest as best he could.

He was practically on top of you now, but unlike the events of today, that was something you were used to. Harry liked to sprawl out, specifically with you underneath him—leg over your waist, arm tucked across you to keep you close, face buried in your neck or chin resting on top of your head. He insisted on draping himself over you like a blanket, even before you started sleeping together.

"I don't want to bother you—"

"Bother me, Y/n," Harry said, his voice gravelly as he gently turned your face to meet his gaze. "I'm not doing my job as your friend if I'm only with you when things are easy or—or good. You're not alone, okay? As long as I'm in your life, I'm in it. Good and bad."

"I'll try."

You tried to blink back tears, a little surprised you had any left to shed. Your face was undeniably puffy and a little dry, and you were tired in a different way than you had been the last few weeks. But these were different tears from earlier. A different emotion took over you as you nodded.

That seemed to satisfy Harry. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes against it, allowing yourself to believe everything he'd said to you today.

You weren't magically fixed, that crushing weight was still waiting for you like a monster under your bed, but you weren't alone. Harry had turned the lights on, showing you that perhaps there was no shame in letting someone see the worst parts of you. Because he was still there, promising to hold your hand and help you until you felt whole again.

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kayesfanfics · 2 months

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Being in Love With Rogue (Unrequited) (Fem! Reader)

A/N: Sorry yall but she’s my girlfriend, I fought Magneto and Gambit and won and now I kiss her every night

Warnings: Unrequited love, ANGST

Oh, it was so obvious to everyone in the Mansion how much you looked up to and adored the feisty southern Belle. She was absolutely beautiful, so strong and independent, never took any shit from anyone, and very headstrong and opinionated, what was there not to like about her? She was perfect, except…she was with Gambit, her soulmate. You couldn’t help but hate the swamp rat, wanting to be in his place so badly. Everyone could sense your feelings about the two of them, everyone except for Rogue herself. When you saw them kiss, you had the leave the room because of the anger boiling in you, and the sharp sting to your heart knowing he could touch her but you’d never be able to

Luckily almost everyone in the Mansion knew exactly what it was like seeing the one you were in love with love somebody else. Well, except Jean and Scott, but everyone else. Morph would sometimes make jokes about it, Wolverine would tell him to shut up and leave you be, Storm would rest a hand on your shoulder in silent comfort, Beast would say some intelligent quote you didn’t quite care about. You’d never fully quite come out to the team as sapphic, but it was painfully obvious and they accepted you without question. Jubilee and Roberto would often ask why you never told her your feelings for her before she had gotten with Gambit, but you never could answer them. Maybe you were too shy, too afraid of what she’d say, you didn’t know. But you knew she wouldn’t truly want to be with you if she couldn’t touch you, no matter how badly you wanted her

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll get over her soon enough.” Wolverine would say

“Maybe Gambit will turn her gay soon, who knows! He has awful guy habits.” Morph would quip

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring ourselves.” Beast would quote

“Perhaps you should talk to her, get some of it off of your chest.” Storm would agree

None of it helped, you couldn’t bring yourself to make her love life more complicated after all that Magneto and Gambit drama she had dealt with a few months ago. You didn’t need her to know, you didn’t see any point in it, nothing would change for you. You’d excuse yourself from your friends and go to your room to wallow, still feeling hopelessly heartbroken after watching Gambit dip and kiss her in the middle of the basketball court

Gambit was fully aware you had a crush on his girlfriend. He wasn’t upset about it, he knew exactly how you felt, but you refused to talk to him about it or let him help you in any way. You were bitter and jealous of him, even if he was nothing but chill and nice to you. He did make an effort not to flaunt his relationship too much in your face, but he couldn’t help it if Rogue wanted a kiss from him while you happened to be there, it’s not like he’s deny her and you understood that

One day during a mission, things went south and Rogue got hurt badly. You couldn’t stop yourself from running to her to help, only to be beat by Gambit rushing over to help his girlfriend. You forced yourself to refocus back on the attacking Sentinels, feeling your feelings finally boil over and you raged against the robots, blasting them to bits and punching them far after they were down. You finally stopped when your knuckles bled profusely and tears overflowed your eyes, making you sob into your hands in a pile of broken machinery. You heard Morph and Jean trying to get your attention and ask you what was wrong, but you had been bottling up your feelings for so long you couldn’t hold them back anymore

“Y/N? What’s wrong, sugah?”

You looked behind you to see Rogue standing with some of the others, concern warping her face as she held her injured arm. You stared at her pretty face for a moment before quickly wiping your face and standing up, feeling like an immature child in front of them all. You whispered a quick “nothing” before attempting to leave, only to be stopped by Rogue grabbing your shoulder

“Y/N, we used ta be best friends! You can tell me! I don’t know what changed, but I want ta help ya!” She pleased with you, the other X-Men taking the hint and shuffling over to another area to let the two of you talk. Gambit made eye contact with you and gave you a nod, before joining the others out of earshot

“R-Rogue, I…I can’t tell you!” You cried out, dissolving into tears yet again right in front of her

“Of course ya can! You could tell me ya loved my boyfriend and I’d still listen!” She sat down with you in the rubble of the fight, tucking some of your messy hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the comment, knowing she was very close to being correct

“That’s uh…sorta the problem.” You finally admitted, looking down at your lap on shame. “Except…cept it’s not him I love…”

Rogue stared at you in confusion for a moment, before everything clicked in her head. Oh. That explains why you distanced yourself from her, stopped sharing everything with her, stopped coming to her when you needed someone, didn’t want to be friends with her anymore…

“Oh, Y/N.” She sighed, raising a hand to hold your chin to make you look at her. “Honey, I had no idea. I just thought…I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry. If I had known I wouldn’t’a been so…I’m so sorry!” She tugged you into a hug, her own eyes tearing up

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just…I didn’t want to complicate things for you even more. I didn’t want to be a burden on you.” You shyly hugged back, your first hug in what felt like forever. You buried your face in her fluffy hair, breathing in her scent and holding onto her tightly

“You could never be a burden on me, sweetie! I should’ve seen it, now that you say that it was so obvious! I didn’t mean to ignore you or make you feel like I didn’t care about ya! I do! I love ya! Just…not in the way ya want me to.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to! I shouldn’t have been such a baby and just told you, woulda saved me a lot of heartache. Storm was right about that.”

“Aw man, did everybody know but me?” She laughed, pulling away and wiping her eyes of tears

“Kind of.” You giggled, wiping your own tears and smiling up at her

After that mission, your friendship was mended and you went back to telling her everything and going to her if you needed her. She was more mindful of PDA around you and didn’t talk to you about Remy unless you were okay with it (you were especially okay with it when they were fighting and he did some stupid shit). Your other friends were glad to see the two of you finally talking and being the duo you had always been, but you still drank with Wolverine and cried about her to him, who wasn’t fully paying attention to you and probably thinking of a certain red head he loved…

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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Punishment For A Party Animal

18+ ONLY

MINORS DO NOT READ

NSFW

~Reader is female~

MC and the brothers get a little too crazy at a party, and Lucifer gets jealous. Time for your punishment!

TW: Rough sex, smacking, spanking, choking, slut shaming/ name calling.

Today is Diavolo's birthday, so of course Barbatos would throw a mind-blowing party for the young master to let loose for him and his closest friends. Bottles on top of bottles of demonus fill the tables, and Barb even snagged a bunch of human world alcohol just for you.

About 2 hours into the party and everyone is plastered. You've been drinking your favorite alcoholic drink the whole night, you can barely see straight and you're slurring your words. " Oi! Human! Come dance with me!" Mammon had a few too many as well. He stumbles his way to the dance floor with you. Lucifer and Diavolo are sipping their drinks, chit chatting away when Lucifer looks to his right. He notices you standing on a table top, shaking your ass to the music.

You were having a good ol' time! You love to dance, especially when you're drunk. Mammon and Asmo are cheering you on and decide to hop on the table with you. Asmo gives you a smack on the butt as you're twerking away on the table. All the other brothers are laughing along and dancing around the table. You hop off the table and hit the dance floor with Mammon, and Mammon, being the drunk mess that he is, is dancing behind you, practically grinding on you. You're unaware of how close he is just because you are just THAT drunk. Belphie is dancing in front of you, one arm on your shoulder and his other hand holding a bottle of demonus. You're laughing with the brothers having the most fun you've had in a long time.

Diavolo sees you dancing and laughs. " I'm glad she's able to have fun in Devildom, aren't you Lucifer?" Lucifer has his eyes glued on you, ears getting hot with anger. Seeing his drunk brothers all over you is infuriating him. How could you be so oblivious to his brothers practically drooling over you? His pride never allowed him to admit his true feelings towards you, but he wants to give you a piece of his mind. He wishes he could touch you, grind on you, dance and be sloppy with you, but his pride simply won't allow it.

He turns to Diavolo and gives him a hollow smile " Yes, she is having fun. Isn't she?" Lucifer's pride also isn't allowing him to do much, which angers him even more. He wishes he could let loose like his brothers and you. His anger builds as he pours another cup of demonus and watches with jealous eyes.

The night dies down and its time to go back to the HOL. You're helping Mammon walk home with one of his arms around your shoulders, but you can barely walk straight yourself. You and the brothers are obnoxiously loud, laughing the whole way home. Lucifer is walking behind you all, and trips a little bit once in a while without anyone knowing. He's just as hammered as the rest of you, but he's silent with rage and doesn't say a word the whole way home.

You all make it to the front door and in to the main hall. " Levi, help Mammon to his room. I am walking MC to her room." Mammon whines " awwww come on! I want MC to bring me to my room, not some fucking nerd!" Lucifer ignores Mammons slurred protest and grabs your arm and guides you to your room.

You feel his fingers grip on to your arm and it's actually starting to hurt. " Did you have fun at the party Luciiiii?" You say as you trip over your own feet. Lucifer looks down at you and looks straight ahead once again. " You had more fun than me, clearly." You give him a puzzled look. " wha...? You didn't have fun?" You ask. As he walks, he slightly bumps into the wall due to him not being able to walk a straight line himself, and you let out a laugh. " You liar! You DID have fun! Just look at you, cant even walk straight!" The empty hallways get filled with your drunken laughter. Unfortunately for you, you didn't realize you accidentally hurt his pride a little bit by making fun of him. God be with you because this punishment is going to be rough.

You're so plastered you didn't even realize you walked past your room, and you've now entered his bedroom. " What're we doing in here Luci?" You say turning to him. He closes the door behind him and locks it. He grabs you by your throat and slams you against the wall. He places his lips in front of yours, not kissing you but speaking against your lips. " The audacity my human has. Do you think you could go whoring around in front of everyone? Using my pride against me?" You struggle to breathe, you grab on to his wrists as you fight for air. Your eyes get teary while looking in to his lustful gaze. He lets go of your neck and you fall to your knees on the floor, panties start to flood with your slick. You can't help but be turned on by being man handled. He knows you like being treated like a ragdoll, he knows exactly what fires you up and breaks you down.

You grab a fistful of your hair and makes you stand up on your feet. " You want to act like a whore?" With his hand still gripping on to your hair, he walks you over and throws you on his bed. " Well, you're going to be punished like a whore."

He makes you lay face down ass up and pulls your skirt off your body and throws it across the room. With one hand, he rips your dripping wet panties off your body. He pulls your head up by grabbing your hair again and shoves your panties in to your mouth. " You fucking slut, just taste how wet you've gotten already." He shoves your panties deeper in to your mouth. " You like when I hurt you, don't you?". He takes his hand out of your mouth and cocks his arm back and plants a forceful smack across your ass, making you moan through the panties in your mouth.

While on your stomach, he literally tears your shirt and bra off your torso and strips himself of his clothes. He rubs both of his hands on your ass cheeks in a circular motion. " Mmmmm, what a delicious ass you have." You takes his ungloved hand and gives your ass another ear piercing spank, causing you to let out another whimpery moan. "Looks even better painted red.", he growls. He continues to spank your ass until it's bruised a pretty purple, watching your slick drip down your thighs. Your legs tremble from the pleasureable pain inflicted on your ass, and you pussy is begging for more.

He throws you around to where you're on your back and shoves your legs on his shoulders. He begins lapping at your folds with his tongue, sucking up all the slick producing from you. You grip the sheets and bite down on the panties that are in your mouth, gifting him dozens of muffled moans. He pops his head up and smacks you across the face. " You're not allowed to cum yet, keep quiet." You try your best to remain silent, but you feel pressure rising in your heat. Your try to squirm to bring some sort of relief, but he then pins your hips down in the bed to prevent any movement.

You can't take it anymore, your legs tighten and you grip the sheets harder, squirting in his face. With the front of his hair and face wet, he stands up slowly and looks down on you. " You whore,what did I say?!" He gives you another smack across your face and takes the panties out of your mouth. He grabs both of your arms and pulls you forward and pushing you on your knees. He stands in front of you and shoves his dick on your mouth. He grabs your hair and makes you choke down his dick. " That's right, that's my good little human." He leans his head back, exposing his adams apple as he makes you choke on his dick some more. You put your hands on the back of his thighs and try to take his dick all the way down your throat, only to gag and pull your mouth away. "Awwww, look at you. Going above and beyond, trying to please me, choking back tears. Have you finally learned your lesson? Hm?" You nod your head. Your mascara is running down your cheeks, you cover your mouth to cover your cough.

He picks you up and tosses you on the bed to where you're laying on your back. He puts your legs on his shoulders and slides in to your weeping hole and begins to fuck you. Without the panties in your mouth, you now have permission to moan as loud as you want. He puts a hand around your throat and squeezes. He keeps his eyes fixed to yours and his mouth slightly open, grunting with everything thrust in to your pussy. He feels your walls tighten and he gives a devilish grin " That right you slut, cum for me." You cum on his rock hard cock as he continues to thrust. Despite treating you like a piece of meat, he wants to you feel a release. He lets go of your throat and begins thrusting inside you. Shortly after you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, filling you up with his hot cum.

He sits on the bed, back leaning on his headboard and you pulls you to his lap. He rests your head on his chest and pets your hair. He dips his head down so his mouth is next to your ear. " Remeber MC, you are mine. You will always be mine, and I don't ever want my brothers thinking anything otherwise ever again." He pulls your chin up and looks into your eyes. " Since I reminded you that you're mine, I expect you to behave accordingly from now on, understood?" You nod your head in agreement, eyelids heavy from all the excitement you endured. He gives you a kiss on your lips and puts your head back on his chest.

Deep down, a part of him hopes you misbehave again in the future.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me smut #obeymensfw

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Hello there! Congrats for the followers! For the bouquet requests, may I have Red Carnation (Deep Romantic Love) and Lilac (First Love) for Rex with f!reader and fluffsies? Where it's Rex's first relationship and maybe reader's pottering about in a balcony garden and snipping some flowers to put in a vase (like snapdragons, cornflowers, calendulas, and carnations) and he just loves reader's little mumblings and mumblings? Maybe a hug from behind from Rex (or for Rex? Don't mind!)?

I'm such a sap and so many of those flowers have a place in my heart, but these two (rose and pansy also but i could only put two in the bouquet haha!) are some of my favourite flowers of all time! I'm desperate fr spring and summer to see my plants come back up and see what self seeders have survived this mild December and very frozen January, so tha tmay show in this ask 😅

Take your time and no obligation <3

(@eternal-transcience)

Fairy Tales

Summary: It's a beautiful spring day, and you get to spend the day with the love of your life, Rex.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: This is sappy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, full disclosure, I only know how to repot plants because mom made me garden as a punishment as a child (so in my brain gardening is still a punishment) luckily, Home Depot has very handy gardening tips on their website. Also, I hope Rex is in character her. He's surprisingly hard to write. But I hope you enjoy it!

If someone were to ask you what your favorite time of year was, you would immediately answer the spring. You love watching the snow melt and feeling the bitter cold of winter fade into the gentle warmth of the spring.

But your absolute favorite part of spring is watching your flowers bloom.

Being able to wake up each morning and peeking out your window to see if there’s a hint of color on your balcony, it’s everything you love about the spring.

And this year, this year you get to introduce your love of spring to your new boyfriend. You couldn’t be more excited if you tried.

Speaking of said boyfriend-

Strong arms slide around your waist and warm lips press against the back of your head, “You look like you’re having fun, mesh’la.” Rex murmurs against the back of your head, and then he shifts and rests his chin on your shoulder, “What are you doing, anyway?”

You flash him a small grin, “I’m repotting some of my plants. They’ve outgrown their smaller pots. Do you want to help?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.” Rex warns as he tightens his arms around your waist, “I can’t exactly claim that I’m something of an expert on plants.”

A laugh slips from your lips, “Oh, Rex,” You set the pot you’re handling down on the table, and turn in his arms so you’re able to look at him properly, “You don’t have to be an expert, I’m happy to teach you.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “And if you’re not interested in learning, then I’ll be happy with your company.”

Rex’s smile is soft as he watches you, “I don’t mind helping. This is important to you, right? I want to learn so I can help you.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you press your face against his shoulder, feeling like you’re about to melt into a puddle. How can this man be so soft and sweet? It should be illegal to love someone as much as you love him.

“Mesh’la?”

You pull away and grin up at him, “Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

He averts his gaze shyly for a moment, and you are unable to hide your giggles as you press your face back against his shoulder and inhale the scent that’s pure Rex.

You’ve never loved anyone as much as you love Rex.

All of those stories you read as a child, about True Love and happily ever afters, they always seemed like they were exaggerations. After all, you’ve been in love before, and it never felt like how the stories claimed.

And then you met Rex.

Sweet Rex. Kind Rex. Gentle Rex.

Rex who smiles at you like you are his only source of joy. Rex who touches you like you’re made of the finest gemstones. Rex who managed to make you believe in Fairy Tales again, so long as it’s with him.

Rex, who’s never been in a relationship before you, but knows that you’re his happily ever after.

You release a love-struck sigh and turn your head slightly to look up at him. Rex is watching you, and though you see his cheeks darken at the way you look at him, he just chuckles and presses his hand over your eyes, “You need to stop looking at me like that.”

“And how am I looking at you?” You ask as you duck under his hand.

“Like I hung the stars in the sky just for you.”

You laugh softly, your love struck smile becoming something smaller, but no less loving, “Is that so bad?”

He ducks his head and kisses the tip of your nose, “We’re also not going to get anything done if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Is this your way of saying that I need to focus?” You tease.

“I suppose one of us has to be the mature one,” He teases right back. Rex kisses your nose one last time, and then gently spins you so that you’re facing the table again, “So. Walk me through it.” He says as he slides his arms around your waist again.

“It’s really easy,” You reply, “First, you need to choose a pot. Which…I have already done, so you can skip that step.” He chuckles low in his ear and your face heats, “Shush, I didn’t think you would want to help, so I already bought everything I needed.”

Rex kisses your cheek, “Next time we can go together.”

“It’s a date,” You say brightly, “Anyway! You fill the new pot with soil, and then you remove the plant from the old pot and loosen the roots, and then stick it in the new pot, add more soil, water it and done!” You gesture to the green plant dramatically, “See, easy.”

You glance at Rex and see that he’s watching you with a look of adoration on his face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy.

“I love you so much,” He murmurs.

Your face heats, but a delighted smile crosses your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You don’t have to do anything special. You’re you. It’s more than enough.” Rex murmurs, and then he kisses your cheek again, “Is it always like this? Being in love?”

“I hope so,” You reply, “I thought I’ve loved before, but it never felt so…”

“So-?”

“Perfect.” You finish with a small smile, “Natural. Easy.”

He laughs softly, “Well, in that case, I’m glad that I fell for you first. I would hate to have a subpar experience.”

You laugh, “Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

His arms tighten a little more, and then loosen again, “Alright, let me try. I’m sure I can’t mess this up too badly.”

He releases you and moves to stand next to you, and you immediately turn to slide your arms around his waist.

You have no way of knowing what the future holds, but you hope that there’s a lot more of this. Soft and warm and happy, surrounded by flowers and love.

#star wars #tcw #vodika vibes follower event #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #f!reader fic #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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Ok so we have confirmed bratty sub Dottore.. what type of subs r the other harbingers? 👀

⎮What type of subs are they?⎮

Part.1 : Dottore, Arlecchino & Tartaglia

Dottore

❥ Like I said before, I believe Dottore is a bratty sub. He did not receive love for a very long time, which lead him to whine whenever you don't give him attention.

❥ The first time you showed him attention, he was convinced that you loved him, as he has no understanding of the word 'love' itself. He would do anything if it means that he's able to stay by your side.

❥ He would be jealous easily, never showing it and just stay hidden in his laboratory, or at least that's what everyone thinks. When you're not looking, he would create problems for you until you take care of his 'problem', and most of the time, it ends up with him being bent over his desk.

❥ Perhaps a subordinate entered the laboratory on you two and was found dead the next day. Now, nobody dares to enter any room without knocking. But unsurprisingly, Dottore was satisfied by the outcome as everyone knew you loved him now, and not anyone else.

❥ He may be acting bratty, but the second a leash is attached to his harness, he's on all fours, begging for attention. You can't even imagine how he loved seeing the marks that the choker left on his neck, tempting him to just show it off to anyone. Either he is loud enough that everyone can hear, or he's shutting himself up by shoving his fingers into his mouth, embarrassed by the noises he lets out.

❥ So, treat him roughly when you're punishing him, but always be gentle after, offering him all the attention he craved for since the start. Because, even if he acts that way, Dottore would never leave or betray you in the end. He is yours, and you are his.

Arlecchino

❥ As someone who is 'taking care' of children, she's more used to paying attention to others and giving 'love' instead of her receiving some. But with you, the role has changed, and she's the person being showered with everything she wants. And she loves it.

❥ She enjoys having all your attention on her, she baths in it and would not let go of you for any reason. Her cold and stoic demeanour disappears at night, after finishing a difficult day at the orphanage, she just needs you and acts softer.

❥ She would not beg for attention, but she makes it clear that she wants something from you, sending you a sharp glare if you're talking with one of the Fatui or working instead of spending your night with her. Most of the time, you would end up with your fingers inside of her, going as deep as you can, admiring how pretty she looked when she was going to cum.

❥ She's a power bottom, she enjoys being in control, she requires it to feel comfortable and can't imagine herself not doing anything and leaving all the work to you. She knows everything about your body and how to pleasure you, and it's the same for you, so at the end of the night, you both end up with a fuzzy mind and fucked out face.

❥ Despite being in control, she worships you, you brought a new light to her life and she couldn't be happier. She wouldn't hesitate to betray the Tsaritsa if it meant that she could spend the rest of her life with you. If you had a bad day, she would scold you and act like a mother, but not so long after, she's on her knees, trying her best to make you forget about it.

❥ Arlecchino is someone who refuses to let go of the control she has over a situation, but it doesn't stop her from worshipping you almost like her god.

Tartaglia

❥ Tartaglia is the masochist and desperate one.

❥ After meeting you in Liyue and spending a night with you, he was obsessed. He could not stop thinking about it, whenever he had a break, his mind was filled with memories of this night.

❥ He searched everywhere for you, and when he found you, it was over, he never left your side. Or more like he was not letting you leave him, he needed you.

❥ He was so desperate that any touch of yours that could be perceived as sexual, even in public, was making him hard. It wasn't rare that he ended up with a boner in the middle of a conversation because your hand was placed on his thigh, wrapped your arm around his waist or kissed his neck. But even with how desperate he was, he refused to touch himself, because only you could do this.

❥ He absolutely adored when you were mad because he knew that if he pushed the right buttons, the same night, he would be covered in bruises, and you would wrap your hand around his throat in an oh-so tight and delicious way.

❥ He started to wear a harness after he saw you look at Dottore's neck for a bit too long. And he couldn't get enough of your new habit, which was sliding your hand under it and just squeeze while hugging him from behind, he was going crazy every time you would do this. He also loved when at night, before going to bed, you would take the harness off along with his shirt and trace the marks it left on his skin.

❥ Slap him, kick him, spit on him, and he would thank you. He craved anything you could give him, whatever it was. But despite his masochist tendencies, a simple kiss from you along with a 'good boy' while you jerk him off could make him cum in a second, eyes rolling back and a dumb fucked out smile on his face.

❥ Tartaglia is the sub that is obsessed with you, and as long as you give him what he wants, he won't need to use more drastic measures. Don't touch someone else, or he will lose it.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

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seokka0o · 1 year

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NOT MATTHEW

Zhang Hao x Afab!reader

Prompt: 10-"you're mine"

Warning: unprotected sex; jealous sex;

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Zhang Hao's dark eyes made your skin crawl, in a certain tone of despair, there was no way not to feel that way, even though he was always very kind you know what he can hide behind the good guy mask.

Zhang Hao is not well known for being merciful, yet kind, deep down you already knew what that minimal interaction with Matthew could lead to, even if you like Zhang Hao's eyes always catch everything, or maybe even because Matthew doesn't manages to contain himself "y/n is very kind hyung, should bring more often"

The chill running down your spine and the aggressive way Zhang Hao grips your hips. Right now you're on your stomach, suspended over the table in his room. Your fingers lack the strength to keep, the tips it's numb, the sweat making them slip over the table. The sounds come out of your lips promiscuously, filling the space of the room, together with the impact of the hips; zhang hao slid in very hard, but at a moderate speed, he calls deep to the point of making you cry in despair, and already out of any condition you leave your head on the table to have some rest.

"Do you think he's better?" The sentence came out of zhang hao's trembling lips straight to your center, you hunched over and returned to your current position, feeling your insides contract harder.

"N-no Hao…you are my only one-oh fuck" you pleaded trying to get around that whole situation, in that position you were unable to do anything, contenting yourself with moaning your boyfriend's name in an endless sequence

“How many times do I have to tell you that anyone but not Matthew ? Are you dumb?" Zhang Hao muttered looking not very convinced and leaned his body over yours, keeping the thrusts deep, his hands went under you and then cupped your breasts, feeling them fill his fingers and then he squeezed them

"you are mine" He whispered against your ear, pulled your earlobe between his lips and held the strings, moaning softly and sighing close to you.

"S-sorry"" you replied already without forcing, bodies fitting in harmony, you never thought you could go this far, but then zhang hao was kissing your shoulder, nibbling, keeping your breasts between his fingers, squeezing, feeling the nipples hard touch his palm and show how excited you looked.

“you know that's not what I want to hear…” his subtlety hurts your soul, because it makes a contrast, him making all your flesh tremble in the deepest desire with each attack even if simple

“I'm yours…h-hao, all yours, please…let me come now” you felt like you couldn't go much further than that if by chance he was going to punish you for that long, moans cutting in with your breath, heart racing , you were on the edge of the abyss just waiting for him to be able to offer you some pity “I beg you”

"Just come...but calling my name" he whispered one last time, looking at you from the side, to watch himself open his lips, letting his limit reach, these moments are when zhang hao fucks you slow, thrusts deep touching your sensitive spot , causing your body to shiver and call out to him, inviting him to reach the limit soon after too, pushing all of his liquid into you in a matter of seconds

#🪐.party #zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zhang hao smut #zhang hao hard hours #kpop smut #kpop hard hours

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helladirections · 2 years

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BBF5: Jump Off The Roof

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 5 Word Count: 7k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring yachtrry, punishments, facing fears, and semi-public smut

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 4 - PART 6

Preview

“What am I gonna do with you, hm?” he asked condescendingly, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Didn’t use words, didn’t get up when I asked you multiple times… someone isn’t being very good today. Someone is being a bit of a brat.” The last word hung in the air. YN hadn’t intended to break any rules, she didn’t mean to be a brat. She was just a little wine sleepy and cozy from the rocking of the boat, honestly. But if being a brat meant he might choke her while they looked out at the ocean, then maybe it wasn’t the worst outcome after all. “Still no words for me? Darling, you aren’t helping yourself right now. Was already gonna punish you but the more rules you break the worse off your punishment is gonna be.”

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YN had never been so disappointed to brush her own hair.

It had just felt so nice when Harry was doing it for her. He was so gentle, saying sweet words and filling her insides up with gooey warmth, directly contrasting the way he had teased her ruthlessly with her toys moments earlier. And he had to jump up and walk away from it all so quickly, leaving her alone to finish brushing her hair herself. In an empty room. On an empty bed. Filled with the memories of what had just taken place.

She finished getting herself ready for bed, realizing that in no way did she have the energy to do anything else for the night after doing that with Harry. YN even went as far as making up the bed and was about to get into it when Harry finished up helping her brother get ready for his date and knocked on the door again.

“Oh darling, you aren’t going to sleep in that messy bed. Come on, come spend the night with me.”

And who was she to disagree?

Harry held her close as they ate dinner and went to sleep early. Too early, maybe. But they were both pretty wiped out after the day in the sun and all the playing they had done. Maybe it was all for the best, though, because YN was able to sneak back into her room early in the morning before anyone was the wiser.

The only real downside was that she was left with time by herself to think and wonder and worry over what she was doing with Harry. The last few days had been so much fun, and she wouldn’t take them back for the world. In fact, she wanted to live in this fantasy they were building together for as long as she possibly could. She reveled in the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her, the way he treated her. He could go from being so gentle to so harsh in the blink of an eye, and she loved living on the edge for it.

But what did it all mean? Who was she now that she knew she liked to be treated this way? Was she really getting into a secret relationship with her brother’s best friend? Was it really a relationship at all?

She didn’t know. And she was too afraid to ask.

So instead she continued on with the day as normal, meeting the rest of the family downstairs for breakfast (and eating a yogurt, a fruit, and and egg, because Harry’s brows raised every time she tried to get up and clear her plate) before collecting their things and hopping aboard the yacht that her parents had chartered for the day.

YN had only dreamt of something like this - to be on a chartered yacht off the Italian coast on a warm day. Dressed in her favorite blue bikini and a silk cover up, a hat adorning her head as she continued to read her book she was taking it all in, she was grateful to have learned that Harry had some sort of in with the owner of the boat, and got a good deal on it for the family that day. The whole day felt like one big breath of fresh air.

They snacked on a charcuterie board for lunch, indulging in a few glasses of wine each and talking about their favorite parts of the trip now that it was nearing the end. YN of course had several favorite moments which she would be unable to tell the family, but she and Harry shared a knowing look when it came around to her turn. She lied, of course, and said she just loved the sound of the water on the beach and getting a chance to really read her book.

Harry said he enjoyed playing games, especially in the water, and YN almost choked on her sip of wine.

By mid afternoon, they were all pleasantly tipsy, and Harry was clearly having a hard time keeping his eyes off of YN. Her brother even noticed it at one point, groaning and shoving Harry when he was distracted by her. “Come on man, I swear to god if I find out you’re fucking my sister I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

He didn’t seem to be too bothered by it, though, because within about thirty seconds he was back to recounting his night on his date with the girl from the pool. They had gone to a small cafe for dinner, talked a lot, apparently she was on a girls’ trip but they had all decided to try and find separate dates for the night that night. YN tried desperately not to listen to him, but with the wine in his blood he was talking louder than he should have been and she was unfortunately privy to all the details about how she was such a great kisser and he didn��t get home until 3am and…

YN walked away after that, unable to keep hearing the lewd story she wished to never know. She went to one of the bedrooms on the inside of the boat, a nicely made bed with fluffy pillows calling her name. At first she was planning to continue reading her book (it had just gotten to the good part where he offered to share his hotel room with her). But soon, the gentle rocking of the boat was easing her into a sleepy state.

By the time Harry followed her downstairs, her eyes were drifting closed. She wasn’t even entirely sure if she heard him come in, or if she was already dreaming. He looked so pretty the way he was standing there, shirt off and short shorts hanging low on his waist. His skin had tanned quite a bit on this trip, looking warm and comforting. His thick thighs were on display, a soft sprinkling of hair showing that he wasn’t a little kid anymore either. Her mouth was practically watering at the way his muscles contracted as he moved.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her, he gently moved a piece of hair out of her face and around her ear before stroking the back of her head lightly.

“Hi baby,” he whispered. “Look so pretty like this.”

YN sighed, eyes squeezing closed.

“Did the wine make you a little bit sleepy?” he cooed.

She responded with a noncommittal hum.

Harry let out a breath before continuing. “Need you to wake up, darling. Gonna waste all your time on the boat. Don’t you want to come play in the water with me?”

Her ears perked up at the word ‘play’, but instead of making a move to get up she just snuggled into her pillow further.

“Come on, sweet girl. Don’t leave me all by myself. Be good for me.”

But still, she didn’t move.

“I’ll ask nicely one more time. Please get up and come swim with me, honey.”

“But I’m sleepy,” she finally responded, words fumbled under her breath.

Harry stood up then, and YN opened her eyes when she felt the bed move beneath her and the loss of his hand resting on top of her head.

“Oh, so now you’re willing to speak to me?” he replied, brows high on his head.

She just shrugged.

His mood shifted quickly, from trying to gently coerce her into waking up to instead harshly directing her to allow him to play. “Roll onto your back and spread your legs,” he commanded as he walked towards the door and turned the lock.

Obeying, she rolled over and stretched her arms high above her head as she let out a yawn. Eyes squeezed shut as she did so, she noticed Harry walking back over to her, jumping a bit upon feeling his weight on the end of the bed.

Harry stroked his hands up and down her lower legs for a moment, head tilted to the side.

The last word hung in the air. YN hadn’t intended to break any rules, she didn’t mean to be a brat. She was just a little wine sleepy and cozy from the rocking of the boat, honestly. But if being a brat meant he might choke her while they looked out at the ocean, then maybe it wasn’t the worst outcome after all.

“Still no words for me? Darling, you aren’t helping yourself right now. Was already gonna punish you but the more rules you break the worse off your punishment is gonna be.”

YN just responded with a whine, a frown standing out on her lips.

“Well if that’s how you’re going to be today, then fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you clearly are. Take off your clothes.” When she didn’t move right away, his tone got even harsher. “I said, take off your clothes.”

And if he was going to play this game with her, she might as well play along. It couldn’t be too hard to pick up the part, could it? All she had to do was disobey him, even when her natural instinct was telling her to be agreeable to whatever he said. But she’d be lying if she claimed to not want to know what kind of punishments he might inflict on her, especially after the way he was talking in the ocean the other day. Would he edge her some more? Tie her up? Spit in her mouth again? She didn’t know, but she was desperate to find out.

“If you want them off so bad, then you do it,” she spat back at him.

His eyes got wide for a moment before he took a deep breath.

“Babe, I need you to tell me your color. Do you actually not want to play right now or… are you just really playing?”

“I’m green, Harry,” she assured him.

“Ok then.” He took another breath, refocusing his energy.

After a moment, he leaned forward, crawling up her body until he was face to face with her, lips just barely touching. She wanted so badly to lean up the fraction of an inch and close the space between them, to feel his plush, sun-warmed lips on her own. But she knew waiting and feeding into this role would make it even better.

His tongue dragged over his lips slowly, wetting them before he spoke. “When I ask you to do something,” he whispered, voice deeper than she had ever heard it. “I expect you to do it. Is that clear?”

Silence.

“I said, is that clear?”

Again, silence.

Harry grunted, crawling back down her body, taking her little silk wraparound coverup with him as he goes so she’s left just in the bikini she was tanning in earlier. She can feel the way he drinks her up as he eyes her exposed skin - her most intimate parts still covered but that doesn’t change the way his attitude makes her feel exposed to him.

“Harry,” she whines softly, under her breath. She almost wasn’t sure he heard it, until his eyes met hers again and his frown turned into a slight smirk.

“Oh now you’re talking, hm? And not even calling me sir… tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?”

She felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, but she stayed quiet, desperate to know what he was thinking but trusting that whatever it was, was going to be amazing. He promised to always take care of her, always make her feel good, and even when they were playing like this she knew he would fulfill that promise.

At first, he just teased her, as if wanting to see how much each of them could really take. He let the tip of his finger curl beneath the waistband of her bottoms, running back and forth along her lower tummy. She could feel her own muscles quivering beneath his touch. Then he moved his attention back to her bikini top, snapping one of the strings like a middle school boy might do to an exposed bra strap. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden movement shocked YN enough to let out a little gasp.

Finally, he started taking action. First dragging her bottoms down her legs and throwing them to the side. Rather than entirely remove her top, he pulled at the triangles, exposing her breasts to him. She could see the desire in his eyes when her nipples perked up from the cold of the room around her.

“Where are they right now?” she asked quietly, trying to gauge if she had the privacy and space to make the noises that were getting caught up in her throat.

“Getting dinner ready, I think,” Harry responded absentmindedly.

That meant they would be on an upper deck, surrounded by pots and pans and dishes and the stove and the oven and all kinds of things making noises that would easily drown out whatever might come from this bedroom in the coming moments.

“How much time do we have?” she asked again, as Harry’s hands started to graze up her legs and reach her tummy.

He shrugged. “Enough.”

His hands continued their journey, up to brush lightly over her nipples, a fire in his eyes the whole time. She gasped lightly at the feeling, his eyes shooting to hers at the sound.

With one hand still on her chest, he brought the other one up to her neck, wrapping around it with no warning, bringing back memories of their first time together out on the balcony at the hotel. It was poetic, really, thinking back to how he kept telling her to look out at the open ocean, and now they were floating on top of it just days later.

YN gulped, or she tried to at least. The weight of his hand against her throat felt nice, and the slight airway constriction was sending her head into spirals. Looking up at him, she couldn’t help but feel completely safe. His other hand was still playing with her sensitive nipples, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than his name.

She didn’t even realize that she had been saying it outloud until he removed his hand from her chest and used it to lightly slap at her cheek. It was more like a pat, but the sound was enough to make an impact.

“Don’t call me that. You know not to call me that when we’re playing. Such a fucking brat…” he mumbled the last part under his breath as he removed his hand, wiping it on his shorts.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” she spit back at him.

“The fuck you will. Spread your legs.”

No matter how hard she wanted to play the part and be a brat, she couldn’t help but follow his instructions this time. It was hard not to want to spread her legs for him every time she saw him. It was hard before he had touched her, all those years of pining after him, believing he was the one thing she could never have. But especially now that she knew what he could, how he could make her feel. She would never give up an opportunity to feel him there.

“Such a slut,” he said, hand still around her neck. “Acting like a brat and the only thing you listen about is opening your legs. My little whore.”

She whined in response.

“Now I’m going to move my hand, but you don’t make a sound unless I tell you to, ok? And if you want to say my name, I want to hear ‘sir’.”

She nodded, but there was clear mischief in her eyes.

With a deep breath, Harry refocused himself between her thighs, a place that she was finding him in more often than not these d ays.With one finger, he dragged her wetness from her weeping hole up to her clit, rubbing it around in a few tight circles. But it was clear he wasn’t going to be doing that for long, his attention elsewhere.

A hand on each of her ankles, he tugged her legs harshly to adjust her so her knees were bent, exposing herself even more to him as her hips were canted upwards.

“There we go,” he said under his breath.

YN didn’t really have time to wonder what he was thinking, because what came next happened so suddenly, she wasn’t entirely sure that it had happened at all. One moment, his hands were on her ankles, and the next, her core was stinging in pain and pleasure and his hand was rubbing at her folds to calm her down.

“What was that?!” she gasped.

Harry chuckled darkly before responding. “That, my darling, was your punishment for not listening to me when I asked you to get up, multiple times. And I think we’re going to do a few more of them too…” he trailed off for a moment before looking back at her. “You remember your colors?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

He hummed, not giving her the usual “good girl” or even “good” as a response but just accepting it and moving on.

Harry continued then, spanking her hard over her pussy, directly over her clit this time before rubbing lightly at the area, his other hand resting comfortingly on the inside of her thigh. YN swallowed her own gasp at the impact.

“Why are you so mean to me?” she whined.

“M’not mean,” he responded. “M’punishing you. ‘S what you earned.”

Another slap came down hard on her center.

“I don’t like when you’re mean,” she whined again.

Harry laughed under his breath then, taking his time and stroking her folds up and down, spreading her wetness all around the area to bring home his point.

“Sweetheart, you can say you don’t like it but your pussy’s dripping, so what am I supposed to believe?”

“Harry.”

Another slap, this one harder than the previous ones.

“I said call me sir.”

YN nodded, her entire bratty facade officially up as she felt her blood pressure rising, heart beating loudly in her ears as she could only breathe through short pants.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. Her eyes were starting to water but she was trying desperately not to let them overflow, not yet.

Another slap.

“Sorry what?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry sir!” she cried out, voice just on the other edge of watery.

Harry let out a breath, looking her up and down and giving her body a moment to recover. His eyes still sparkled with something, but YN was too far gone to put much thought into it.

“Good girl,” he praised, dropping a hand down to graze circles over her tummy. “Now then… I’m hard as a fucking rock. Can’t go back to your family looking like this, can I?”

“No sir.”

“That’s right, so keep your legs open for me. I also need to punish you for talking like a brat. Gonna keep being a bit mean… So remember you can tell me your colors even when I don’t ask for them.”

Harry waited for her response before pulling his tiny shorts down just low enough for his cock to bounce up against his own abs. And he was right, he was rock hard. Even from her bad angle, YN could see every vein and ridge on his thick length, ruddy head leaking out a bead of precum without even being touched.

“Think you can take me without having my fingers first?” he asked, lining himself up with her hole.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

“When I first get inside of you, I want you to tell me your color, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok.”

Harry didn’t wait another moment, thrusting his hips hard into hers, her knees bent and resting around his waist as she called out green through a shaky breath.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled in response to her color.

And before she could think about anything else, he was fucking her. Not just having sex with her, but fucking her with the brute force she always knew he possessed but never dreamed to be able to see or experience. Looking up to his face, she saw him biting down hard on his lower lip, surprised that he wasn’t drawing blood as he slammed into her again and again. The sound of his hips hitting her ass rang out in the room around them, YN’s moans and groans of pleasure mixing in as well. The chorus around them sang loudly, harshly, intensely.

“Fucking dammit,” he grunted after a particularly deep thrust. “You feel so fucking good, shit. So tight. Oh my god…” he groaned at the end of his thought.

“Harry! Please!” she called out.

“Love it when you beg for me, beg for my cock.”

“Yes!”

“Not gonna last much longer,” he admitted. “Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you deserve it.”

“Want it… want it so bad… I need it,” she begged.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Fill up that pretty pussy?”

“Yes sir!”

“Wanna feel it here,” he said, pushing down on her lower stomach. “All the way in your tummy?”

“Yes sir!”

He was balancing on his hands above her, but soon fell down to his forearms, head hanging low between his shoulders. And if YN had the clarity of mind, she would have thought the sight was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The line of sweat at the top of his forehead and soaking his chest hairs making him shine like the sun above her. His mouth wide open, like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Even after only being with him a handful of times, she could tell already that he was close, a thought that was soon confirmed when he sat back on his knees, dragging her by her ass so he could continue fucking into her.

“Harry, please, please sir,” she begged again.

But all her begging and pleading was to no avail, as right when his brow scrunched close and his breath got caught in his throat, he was pulling out of her. His ropes of cum landed directly on the outside of her pussy, across her mound, and a few drips on the inside of her thighs. Harry kept his hand around himself for longer than he needed to, trying to get it all out or due to the post-cum stupor, YN couldn’t know.

When he opened his eyes, he was smiling, looking down at where he had covered her.

YN whined, frustrated that even after begging he decided not to cum inside of her like she liked.

“Oh,” he said, smile quickly turning into a frown. “Did you want my cum inside of you?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

“Well then you have to be a bit more specific when you’re begging, hm? Besides… not sure you really deserve it after the way you spoke to me.”

Subconsciously, YN started to pout - she had never been told she didn’t deserve cum before like this. But Harry leaned up, pushing her lower lip back into her mouth with his thumb.

“No, you don’t get to be upset about this. You knew you weren’t gonna like your punishment when you spoke to me that way.”

Nevertheless, she whined in response.

He only groaned, sitting back on his knees again and taking in the sight in front of him. The whole picture was lewd, practically pronographic. Her pussy was puffy and pink and wet, covered in both of their fluids. There were no bruises - but YN had a feeling it was only because she was wearing a bathing suit and he didn’t want their escapades to be exposed that way.

His warm cum was growing cold on her skin, the mess in dire need of cleaning up. Based on previous times together, YN was expecting that Harry would find a washcloth in a closet somewhere, run it under warm water, and gently remove the evidence that he had claimed his territory.

Harry had other plans, however. Instead, he kneeled down at the end of the bed, dragging her by her hips and bringing her spread center up to his mouth as he took his first lick.

“Fucking love this little pussy,” he whispered to himself.

He used his tongue and his fingers to mix together his cum with her wetness before swallowing it all down. With his first two fingers, Harry massaged YN from the inside while his tongue continued working on the outside. YN knew it was messy because she could feel how wet she was, how easily his fingers and tongue were sliding over her skin, and the sounds he was making as he was eating as if he had been starved for days.

It wasn’t long before her fingers were gripping the sheets below her, her teeth biting down hard on her tongue to try to keep herself from making too much noise.

“Fuck, Harry…”

“Not yet, brats don’t get to cum whenever they want to” he grumbled, without lifting his face from her fully.

She took a deep breath, willing her pleasure to fade even just a little bit so she could remain in control of herself, but it was getting more and more difficult by the second. He was just so good at what he was doing, sucking hard on her clit and rubbing her in all the right places, his mouth devouring her like he was born to do it. YN’s eyes had been squeezed shut for a while now before she started truly squirming, desperate to get a little space from Harry and breathe on her own.

“Hey, stop it,” he said, bringing his other arm around to hold her still for him.

“Feels so good… I can’t…”

“You can and you will. Now stay still. You don’t get to cum until I say you do. Is that clear?”

YN nodded.

“I said, is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

He responded by spitting directly onto her clit, as if the area needed any more moisture at all. But the sight of it was just too much for YN as she let her head fall back onto the pillow. She tried her best to stay in control, but the truth was she had never tried to hold back an orgasm before, because she never needed to. With other guys, she was desperately trying to get there at all, and by herself, well she was happy to just let it happen as often as she could. This was different, and it was difficult, but she trusted Harry and wanted to follow his orders.

Still, she couldn’t help but keep wiggling within his hold, her toes curling and uncurling over and over again, hips rocking back and forth.

Harry backed away from her, removing his fingers as well, and she finally had a moment to take a breath. But the break didn’t last long as his hand came down hard on her wet lips, just as it had five times earlier.

“I said, stay still. Do you want me to tie you up?” he threatened.

YN’s eyes got wide.

“That’s what I thought. Now do what I say or you won't like the consequences.”

“I’m trying H, but I-”

She was cut off with another spank, causing her to cry out in response.

“Trying isn’t enough,” he told her. “You hold it back, or I stop all together, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

He went back to work, but it wasn’t long before she was squirming once again. She didn’t mean to, she wasn’t trying to, she just couldn’t help it. It felt so good and she was trying so hard and she didn’t know any other way to hold back her own pleasure. She could already feel it tightening up into a ball in lower stomach, ready to explode at a moment's notice.

“Harry,” she gasped out again. “Not sure… I can’t…”

She was so close. Her head was rocking back and forth on the pillow in a desperate attempt to distract herself, but it wasn’t working. One more second of this and she was going to pop, she just knew it. Her muscles were tight, her pussy was throbbing, and Harry was hitting every spot exactly right.

And then, it was over.

Harry stopped. He just stopped. He released her body back down onto the bed, where her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She opened her eyes to look at him and saw as his entire lower face was glistening with their combined fluids. It was lewd the way he wiped it off with the back of his hand, licking his fingers at the end to savor the taste.

“Harry,” she whined, questioning why he had stopped.

“Told you, if you kept squirming you weren’t gonna like the consequences. So now, you don’t get to cum yet. Not until I decide you’ve earned it. Three punishments in one afternoon, that’s a new record, I think,” he teased.

Before she could respond, Harry got off the bed and found a washcloth in the closet, just like YN had expected he would earlier. She watched as he wiped his own face and hands with it before throwing it in the hamper. He washed his hands and rinsed out his mouth before coming back to sit on the edge of the bed.

YN looked up at him with a scrunched brow. He always cleaned her up after they were done. No other guy had ever done that for her before, but he always had. She was confused as to why he got rid of the cloth already.

As if reading her mind, Harry spoke up. “Not gonna clean you up this time either. Gonna let the ocean do that, I think,” he explained.

“Oh.”

“This is what happens when you aren’t a good girl for me,” he said with a shrug. “You did this to yourself, baby.”

Before she could think to respond, they heard loud cheering coming from the upper deck, both their heads looking in that direction as if the ceiling would be able to tell them anything about what was going on upstairs. YN tried to not to think about if the boat was really as soundproofed as she had hoped.

“Come on then, better see what all the fuss is about,” he said, grabbing her bathing suit and helping her carefully get back into it. He slipped his cock back into his shorts, although the limited material was doing little to create any modesty for him, and YN couldn’t help but stare a little bit. He smiled when he caught her looking, but didn’t say anything, instead leading her to the door.

When they got back onto the deck, they saw that dinner was almost ready and YN’s parents were cheering at her brother, who was inside a floating tube in the water. YN was still a bit shaky on her legs, easily feeling the wetness left between them but desperately trying to flip that switch in her mind and remember her surroundings.

“He jumped from the roof and made it into the middle of the floaty on the first try!” her mother eagerly informed them.

Harry was instantly excited, asking for all the details of how he had gotten up onto the roof of the boat in the first place, obvious that he was trying to replicate the trick.

“I’ll do a flip into the water!” he told them all. “Come on, YN!”

He grabbed her hand, leading in the direction of the ladder that her mom had pointed out, but YN’s feet didn’t move. She was stuck in her spot as she looked up at how high up the roof above the captain’s quarters was, knowing that the boat itself was tall. The jump would easily be 50, maybe even 75 feet from the roof to the water.

“What’s wrong?”

“I.. um…”

YN’s mother cut her off. “Oh honey I thought you weren’t afraid of heights anymore? Come on now, you aren’t a little kid. Have some fun! Do something exciting!” she pushed her.

Of course she wanted to do something fun. It sounded exciting. In the past she hadn’t been one to take many risks, but maybe that was changing anyway. Admitting to Harry out on the balcony that she had a crush on him was a risk. Continuing to hook up with him in secret was a risk. Who was she really to claim that she wasn’t a risk taker anymore?

“Come on,” Harry said softly, bringing her attention back to him. He was looking directly in her eyes, and for a moment she almost felt like no one else in the world existed. “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

And YN just couldn’t say no to a promise like that from Harry. She agreed, following him to the base of the ladder.

“Why don’t you go up first,” he suggested. “That way if you fall, I’ll be right here to catch you.”

“Yeah… ok,” she agreed hesitantly.

As she stepped in front of him, Harry whispered into her ear, “also gives me a great view of that ass.”

All YN could do was smile in response as she climbed up the ladder. Towards the top her foot missed a rung, and Harry’s hand immediately went to grab at her ankle, keeping her steady and directing her to the next step.

They made it to the top, but still, YN was chewing on her lip and fidgeting her fingers as she looked down at the ocean.

“Do you want me to go first? Or do you want to hold hands while we jump?”

YN thought it over. She desperately wanted to hold his hand, knowing it would make her feel safe and protected as she took the plunge. But she also knew that the whole family, including her brother, was watching them. And rule number one was to never let him find out so… she might just have to conquer this fear on her own.

“You go first,” she said. “Wanna see that flip you said you could do. Then if I go too deep into the water you can save me again.”

He looked at her softly, tilting his head. She noticed as he started to reach out with one hand before pulling it back quickly.

“Right then…” he said, trailing off.

His body looked so pretty as did a somersault into the gentle waves below. The splash was big, but he came back up for air quickly, smiling and laughing as he waded next to her brother. He made it look so simple, so easy, so inconsequential. It wasn’t fair.

“Come on!” Harry called from down below. “Just jump, it’ll be ok! I promise!”

“Yeah, scaredy-cat!” her brother teased from next to him. “Just get it over with!”

She took a deep breath. She could do this. It was easy enough for both of them. Harry had jumped pretty far out away from the boat, which was probably a good strategy to make sure he didn’t land on the deck or hit the side of the hull. And YN knew she could do that because there was just enough space to take a little bit of a running start. But both of the boys had done tricks, and YN didn’t have any tricks.

Looking down again, she saw Harry’s face. He was looking up to her with a soft smile, but his brows were crinkled just a bit with concern.

He would be there. Harry would be there at the bottom and everything would be ok. He had saved her from the water once before, and he could save her again if she did something stupid like hit her head or get tangled in seaweed or-

“YN!” Harry called up again.

Another deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took a step back. Then, with two steps of a running start, she leaped out away from the boat, screaming as she flew through the air.

At first the scream was out of fear, but within a short moment it turned to a scream of fun, of excitement, of adventure. A smile spread across her face. She did it! She actually did it!

And then she hit the water, sinking deep below the surface. Her eyes were closed, but arms were flailing enough to feel around her. There was no seaweed, and it was only a moment until she felt a familiar hand wrap around her wrist, helping to pull her to the surface.

YN giggled when she got her first breath of air, proud of herself for what she had done. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Harry, his eyes wide as he looked at her proudly. For a moment she could have sworn he was leaning in to kiss her, only to back away when her brother swam closer.

“I knew you had it in you, kiddo!” he congratulated, a pat on her back from where he was comfortably floating in his tube.

She turned around to see her smiling older brother beside her.

The three of them swam in the warm, clear water together as her parents set the table for dinner. The sun was going to be setting soon, and the sky looked so pretty through the few clouds drifting overhead. Harry’s laughter was ringing in the back of her head, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

She smiled to herself while they were in the water, and then all through dinner (especially when Harry accidentally took an entire plateful of peas). And she smiled when they sat around the table talking about their plans for the next day, and she smiled when she volunteered to clear the table for everybody.

And she smiled even more when they realized there were three showers on board, and it was decided that her parents and brother would get the first turn, leaving YN and Harry to themselves as the boat began floating back to harbor.

They sat down together near the back of the boat, watching the wake behind them as the sun was setting. The sky was an array of pinks and oranges and a little bit of leftover blue. Her feet dangling off the edge, YN sat close beside Harry, tentatively resting her head on his shoulder.

“You know,” he broke the silence. “I think I still owe you an orgasm, don’t I?”

YN perked up at that.

“I earned it?”

Harry laughed lightly. “My girl conquered a fear today, she definitely deserves to cum.”

“I’m your girl?”

Harry hummed in agreement. “You’re mine now, didn’t you know?”

YN didn’t respond, except to lean forward and kiss him lightly through a smile. Their lips only touched a bit, but his were soft and plush, warm from the sun and wet from his own tongue. If they had more time, she would fully indulge, crawl on top of him and make out with him for as long as he would let her. She loved the way he held her face, or rubbed at her lower back, or grasped her ribs, or rubbed her sideboob.

But before she could get too far into it, Harry separated them. “Come on now, don’t have much time, do we?”

YN looked around. “Here? Now?”

“Yeah, baby. Why not.”

“Think we only have five minutes at most before they come back up,” she reasoned.

Harry looked down at his watch, then back to YN.

“That’s plenty of time, come on now, lay down.”

He guided her body so she was lying on her back with her feet planted on the ground, knees in the air. Spreading her legs with his hips, he used his own body to cover her and try to keep some semblance of modesty, just in case the captain happened to look that way in the next five minutes. Harry supported his weight on his forearm next to her head, leaning down to place another gentle peck on her lips before allowing his hand to travel under her bikini bottoms.

YN was going to protest, having never done something like this so publicly. But the only thing that came out of her mouth was a slight gasp when his fingers expertly started playing with her clit.

“Is that good, sweetheart?” he cooed.

“Yes sir,” she breathed out.

His arm worked a little harder, fingers sliding themselves inside of her while the heel of his hand still worked against her clit. They were in a rush, so she could feel that he was pulling out all the stops right away, not teasing like he usually did to her. But she wouldn’t complain. His fingers were like magic, probably gained some strength from his time in front of a piano or holding a guitar. The reason didn’t matter, though, just the way he was making her feel.

It wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm building in her lower belly.

“Harry I… I’m gonna…”

She looked around them, worry on her face. If even one of them was out of the shower already, they could hear her when she finally popped around his fingers. And she knew she didn’t have the self control to stay quiet enough.

“I’m loud… I can’t…”

Harry shushed her, adjusting the way he was holding his weight so he could cover her mouth with the hand that wasn’t occupied.

“Come on now, darling. Let go for me. That’s it… right there…”

And she did, following his instructions exactly and biting down on his finger when she couldn’t get to her own lip to keep herself quiet. A muffled moan sounded lightly, but YN couldn’t find it in herself to care anymore. Harry was there, and he was all she was thinking about. His fingers, his hand, his face, his…

“YN, where are you?” she heard her mother call out from the other end of the boat just as she was coming down from her high.

She was panting, unable to put any words together, looking desperately at Harry instead.

“We’re just watching the sunset!”

Yeah… something like that.

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 4 - PART 6

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Heck yeah youre back!

I hope you had rested plenty and ate some yummy food!

I would very much like a tiny but mighty reader with her tall and skinny boy jack the ripper!

She is constantly picking him up and carrying him around calling him her little bunny because of his hair.

One time during a practice fight his pant leg was torn and GASP! LITTERS OF HICKEYS ARE COVERING HIS MEATY THIGH!(Have you seen them? Perfection~)

Reader is the embodiment of " this is my baby and aint no body better touch him"

-Jack adored you, you were beautiful- stunning evening, had a heart of gold, always willing to help out others, and you smothered him with so much love that he was ready and willing to drown in your love.

-While hesitant at first, seeing your genuine concern and affections for him, Jack fell pretty fast for you, as he had never had someone treat him so gently and in return, he treated you like the goddess you were, showering his own praise down upon you.

-You wouldn’t allow him to talk badly about himself, telling you how he is not worthy of being by your side and that you deserved someone better. He learned the hard way that day that you are way stronger than you look, as you picked him up, holding him over your head and took him inside to your couch and proceeded to praise and smother him with kisses for the next several hours.

-He rarely does it now, knowing that it upsets you, but you know that he only does it now because you give him extra attention, which you think is cute because he is rather shy about asking for affection outright.

-To anyone else, the two of you looked like the perfect couple, despite your strength, he treated you as if you were made of glass, carrying your bags for you, not letting you hold a single thing other than his hand. His was always such a gentleman to you, pecking the back of your hand in greeting and parting, gifting you flowers, and reading you poetry.

-The two of you kept your personal lives more private, because behind closed doors you were both unhinged and partaking upon your most carnal desires on the regular. It was especially fun to rile Jack up while you were out and about with him, getting him flustered, because his ‘punishments’, if you could call them that, were always very enjoyable.

-This little secret was revealed when Jack was selected to fight in Ragnarok this year again, and he was delighted to see that he would be fighting against Hercules, his very good friend, once again, and the two were quick to poke fun at each other, like Hercules telling Jack not to hold back and Jack teasing back that he might even let Hercules win this time.

-The match was very entertaining, as Jack always seemed to have something up his sleeve, and Hercules never failed to surprise everyone himself with his own new combat skills.

-The fight ended in Hercules’ win but all attention was on Jack instead, who had his pants ripped off due to not dodging Hercules’ weapon in time, revealing Jack’s very nice muscular legs, but that’s not what everyone was staring at, everyone was looking at the deep purple hickies covering his thighs.

-Jack’s bashfulness as he used his hat to try to hide them away was actually quite endearing as his face was bright red, especially when Hercules snickered at him, teasing him as they walked backstage while many of the spectators were whistling and cheering for Jack, making him even more embarrassed.

-You met your lover backstage with a spare pair of pants, and Hercules teased you, nudging you with his elbow gently, “You sure did mark him up for me, Y/N! Kinda hard for me to fight someone who’s already so bruised up.”

-You pouted lightly at his teasing before picking up Jack, holding him princess style, “Jack is my baby- and I gotta make sure that nobody will ever be able to take my baby from me!!” Jack hid his face behind his hat as his ears were burning red, “Y/N- please!”

-Hercules roared with laughter as you headed off, carrying Jack to the infirmary, holding him carefully to not aggravate any of his wounds.

-Once you sat him down in the infirmary you pulled his hands and hat away from his face, smiling up at him and you gently cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly, “My handsome baby~”

-He pouted at you, giving you a small glare which made you grin, “You won’t be able to leave the house for a week after I get done marking you up!” you squeaked cutely as he pecked your cheek softly, tickling you with his mustache before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you close for a moment before the nurses walked in to treat him and you stepped back, giving him a small smile.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles

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venerex · 2 years

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brat

pairing: woozi x f!reader

word count: 1.6k

contains: orgasm denial, restraints, brief blindfolds, impact play (the vagina; i'm sorry), breast play, talks about sexual preferences, talks of brattiness and punishment (it's a healthy relationship, i promise), color system as the safeword system

a/n: this is the filthiest thing i've ever written. i feel like this needs proofreading, but i'm mildly embarrassed to ask anyone so just going to post it directly. hi @chogiwapadada, hope you like this. tagging @woozingie because woozi (this is so filthy, dear belle).

"is that too tight?"

jihoon's voice breaks the silence, and you pull your legs slightly to check the knots. "no", your whispered answer sounds loud to your ears, your senses heightened by the blindfold over your eyes.

your relationship with your boyfriend is damn near perfect, you'd say. you love him the most you've ever loved anyone, and the two of you have perfected the art of communication and respect. sure, it would be great if both of you weren't such workaholics and had more time to spend with each other - but not everything works the way you want, and you're content with the way things stand for now.

one disadvantage of dating someone with an unpredictable schedule is the lack of privacy, since you're never entirely sure when they'll be home. this came to fruition last week, when you had left your kindle open while you went to take a shower, and jihoon had shown up to your place for a change of clothes. his eyes glazed over the page while he went to shut it off, and he was caught off-guard by the scene you were reading. the sex scene. the very scandalous, punishment scene.

that led to a conversation about your sexual preferences, and while your boyfriend believed you when you said that you were more than satisfied with your sex life, you did confess that sometimes you are in the mood to be, well, punished. "i don't want to do any of that rules crap", you had said, "but i like the idea of being punished, if that makes sense?". jihoon had asked a few more questions, and said that he'd love to try it out sometime.

that was a week ago, and you were running low on patience. so, you decided to see if today could be the "sometime". you touched your boyfriend more than appropriate at his friend's birthday party, and flirted with the birthday boy (jeonghan was more than happy to play along, ofcourse) - both things that you know bother jihoon. he was confused and concerned for a few minutes, before pulling you aside and asking you if your behavior was about the conversation you had last week. feeling embarrassed of yourself at being cornered, you had confirmed his suspicions and apologized, hoping you didn't take it too far. "it's okay", he had given you a wicked smile, "i'm okay with this. just remember that actions have consequences, baby".

which brings you to the present, lying on your shared bed naked with your legs tied apart, the blindfold over your eyes beginning to make you anxious. jihoon had confirmed your safeword and asked you again if you were sure, and you had replied with a cheeky "well only if you're up for it". that didn't make him happy.

your first punishment, and you're already running your mouth.

the silence in the room frays at your nerves, and you feel lost in not being able to see what your boyfriend is doing. you've tried and liked blindfolds before, but it feels different today - you're tied up, and the air is tense with wicked promises.

maybe one day you'll be comfortable in this position, but you're not today.

"jihoon?", you call out tentatively, immediately catching his questioning hum, "can you take off the blindfold, please?"

light feet quickly pad to you before gentle hands pull off the fabric, your boyfriend's concerned eyes meeting yours in the dim bedroom light. oh, much better.

"you still want to do this?", he asks softly, his fingers resting on your head.

"yeah", you smile reassuringly, "green".

jihoon gives you a fond look and kisses your lips, before moving to sit between your legs. his fingers trail up your legs slowly, and you can't help but whimper at the feeling.

"i think i'm going to like this, you know", he murmurs, "you look so beautiful like this", his nails dig in lightly into your skin, "all for me, right?"

"yes", you breathe, "all for you".

"so obedient", jihoon chuckles, "where's that big mouth now?"

his hand trails up to cup your cunt, and you whine at the light contact.

"so wet already?", he gives your cunt a light slap, chuckling when you yelp, "where's the brat now, baby?", another slap, "you're not really a brat, are you, baby?", another slap, "just a good girl, mm? my good girl?", another slap, this time harder, "i expect an answer when i ask a question, baby".

"yes", you whimper, your cunt throbbing, "your good girl. jihoon please - "

"uh, uh, uh", he chides, leaning up to whisper in your ear, "you don't get to make demands, not the way you behaved today", his teeth lightly nip at your ear, "you're going to keep quiet today".

"what?", your voice is breathless.

"you're going to be quiet today", he sits back and repeats, "and take what i give you", his hands squeeze your thighs, "you're only going to make a sound if it's the safeword, or i'll stop what i'm doing. is that clear?"

"yes, jihoon", you answer, not sure how you'll follow his order.

"good girl", two fingers trail up to separate the folds of your cunt, "i just want to make you feel good, baby", his fingers slide in to circle your clit, "just be quiet, and i'll make you come as many times as you want, mm?"

you bite your lip, gritting your teeth to keep any sound from escaping. his fingers rub quick circles on your clit, and you can already feel your orgasm approaching - your jaw tightening in an effort to stay quiet.

"close, baby? so soon?", he coos, his eyes glinting as they meet yours, "mm, how about this?"

his fingers twist your sensitive nub and you moan loudly, lifting your hips and writhing on the sheets when jihoon pulls away his fingers. you whine at the feeling of your orgasm ebbing away, before he pushes his fingers in your mouth, ordering you to clean them.

"just one rule, and you couldn't even follow that, mm?", he retracts his fingers, his hands reaching to cup your breasts, "just had to stay quiet, couldn't even do that".

"ji - ah - ", you mewl when he pinches your nipples harshly, "jihoon, please. i was so close".

"i know, baby", his fingers rub your nipples to soothe the sting, "but rules are rules, mm? just do better this time".

his fingers slip back to your clit, this time rubbing it slowly. it's a frustrating pace, but you're determined to not beg - sealing your lips and locking your jaw to not repeat your mistake.

"tell me, baby", his finger quickens suddenly, and you have to stop yourself from moaning, "did you like flirting with jeonghan?"

you shake your head vigorously, your thighs quivering from your approaching orgasm.

"no? are you sure?", he asks curiously, "you don't want him touching you like this? really?"

you shake your head again, tears forming in the corner of your eyes at the effort of keeping quiet.

"who do you want, then, baby?", his voice softens to a loving murmur, "whose cock do you want in you, mm?"

"yours", your voice takes you by surprise.

jihoon pulls away again, and you almost sob from frustration. your cunt throbs from denial, and you can't press your legs for any relief - it's torture.

"you play dirty", your accusation comes out as a plea, "jihoon, please. it hurts".

"you know the safewords, baby", he waits attentively, smirking when you murmur out a "green".

he palms your cunt lightly, shushing you softly when you whine and raise your hips for more pressure. then, he pulls his hand back and lands a slap on your clit - the squelch from your wetness echoing in the room as you moan out his name.

"that", he leans up to murmur against your lips, "is for flirting with jeonghan".

you say nothing, your mind hazily drinking in his words.

"you're mine", two fingers trail up your cunt, "mine to flirt with. mine to love. mine to fuck. is that clear?"

"yes", you sob, "yours, jihoon. please, i can't - "

his fingers enter your cunt, curving up instantly and finding the sensitive spot inside you in a motion he has perfected.

"ah, ah, ah", he mutters chidingly when you groan, "don't want me to stop, do you, baby? then quiet".

you bite your lip and nod, your head tilting back slightly as his fingers quicken inside you. he trails light kisses down to your cunt, his hot breath on your sensitive clit almost making you moan.

then his lips envelope your clit, and dread fills you as you let out a guttural moan. despite your expectations, jihoon doesn't pull away - sucking your nub harshly while his fingers move inside you.

the previous denial takes its toll and you're pushed off the edge within seconds - tears falling down your face as you experience your most intense orgasm yet. with your legs tied apart, it feels like it's going on forever - and it's not until you whine from overstimulation that jihoon pulls away, quickly moving to undo the knots on your ankles.

your eyes fall close, your head not having the power to think much. vaguely, you're aware of jihoon working on your legs - his hands massaging the muscles while you collect yourself.

"hey", he greets when you open your eyes, coming to stand beside you, "how're you feeling?"

"fine", you rasp, accepting the bottle of water he picks from the nightstand, "that was great. you let me have the last one".

"yeah, well", his hand cups your cheek gently, "didn't want to go too hard for the first time".

"the first time?", you chuckle, "you liked it, then?"

"oh, yeah. definitely".

#seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #lee jihoon smut

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urds-lover · 3 months

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— Yandere Alphabet Levi

Warning : Toxic behaviour, Possessiveness, misrepresentation of love, Control, Social isolation, blood, Self harm.

✧ A — Adoration, Levi always adores you. Whenever he looks at you, his eyes are always filled with adoration which is only meant for you, unless you’ve done something to make him mad. His eyes are always on you.

✧ B — Boundaries, Boundaries? It's a question that Levi refuses to acknowledge. There's no limit to his obsession for you. In Levi's eyes, your boundaries are just obstacles to be overcome in the pursuit of your love.

✧ C — Controlling, Levi is a very controlling person. He will make you follow his orders whether you like it or not. If you are a good girl and follow what he says, you'll be rewarded with kisses and hugs, but if not, be prepared for your worst nightmares.

✧ D — Desperate, Levi is desperate for your love and touch every hour, minute, second of the day. Oh how he wants to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat when he has a bad or stressful day. He wants to hold your hand and kiss them. Oh, he is so desperate for your love and touch, it's unimaginable.

✧ E — Envy, Levi envys anyone who is near you whether its a male or female. He wants you all to himself. He burns inside when he sees you hanging out with someone that isn’t him. All he wants is for you to give him 100% of your time to him. He doesn’t want anyone to be graced with being able to have your sweet time. Levi will end up killing someone if he bottles up all his envy and the bottle ends up exploding.

✧ F — Fixation, Levi is fixed on you. He can't pay attention to anything else other than you. You are his everything. All he cares about is you. He thinks of you while in battle killing the most dangerous titans.

✧ G — Gaslighting, Levi twists reality like a puppeteer pulling the strings and the truth is nothing but a distant memory. "I would never hurt you" he whispers even as his grip tightens around you.

✧ H — Harm, Hmm...this is a sensitive topic pooks. Levi is itching to harm the first person he sees you with. He is trying his best to remain calm while you talk to your teammates about the battle you're going to take part in, in less than 10 minutes. He tries his best not to harm you though, but if you really make him mad, he thinks you need a well deserved punishment.

✧ I — Isolation, Levi doesn't let you meet your family, friends or loved ones . You're never allowed to go near people unless it's for emergencies, battle. He just wants you to be with him and remain safe, don't you get it?

✧ J — Jealousy, Levi's jealously is nothing to mess with. His jealousy has no limits. He can't handle the thought of you with someone else. He gives you rough punishments or make out sessions when he's jealous. It's to remind you who you belong to.

✧ K — Kidnapping, Levi has thought of kidnapping you before. But he tried the old fashioned way first, making you fall for him. Which worked. And if it didn’t, then kidnapping would be his only option to make you his.

✧ L — Lies, Levi does lie to you. But it's always things like "They said that they hate you, see? No one loves you as much as I do. You should stop seeing them to prevent yourself from heartbreaks." He also tries stopping you from attending exterior missions by telling lies but you don't believe his lies and he agrees but he forces you to be by his side 24/7 while on the mission.

✧ M — Manipulation, Levi will guilt trip you by reminding you how much he sacrifices for you and you do nothing. That'll automatically make you sad and want to pay him back for all the sacrifices he's done and stay with him. The silent treatment is also given from time to time. Self harm too.

✧ N — Narcissism, Levi isn’t a narcissistic person. He can get overly jealous and possessive. He always needs reassurance from you that you'll always be there and you'll be his. Despite the amount of time he spends with you he gets insecure and jealous when he sees you spend time with someone else.

✧ O — Obsession, Levi is overly obsessed with you. His mind is consumed by the thought of you. He can never really focus much on things anymore because his mind is always tracing back to you. Basically, all he thinks of is you.

✧ P — Possessiveness, Levi treats you like a queen but at the same time an object which is his personal item and only he gets to touch, see and control. He always makes sure to keep an arm on your waist while walking, and if he isn’t able to do that, He'll make sure he is able to do it.

✧ Q — Quarrels, Levi really doesn’t quarrel or more like has the need to quarrel with you because of his possessiveness and control over you. And if he does, he makes sure to shut you up with a sweet and soft kiss on the lips which lasts about a minute or two.

✧ R — Revenge, Levi seeks revenge to any obstacles in the relationship. He will remove that obstacle immediately. And also if someone hurts your feelings, They should get ready because Levi isn’t letting them off so easily, He'll take them down to the basement, tie em up, make you watch them as they get tortured by him. And if you can't bear to watch, he'll just hug you to his chest and comfort you while inflicting torture on the one who hurt you.

✧ S — Stalking, Levi is definitely a stalker, wherever you are, he is. He never leaves you out of his sight. And back in the days when you weren’t his sweet lover, he used to watch you sleep every night without you even knowing.

✧ T — Threats, Threats are used in this relationship from time to time when you say you want to leave him. Knowing that you know his dark past he knows that you'll do anything for him. "If you leave me, then I'll cut my wrists"

You always give in so easily to his threats.

✧ U — Unpredictable, Levi has an unpredictable mood. The first moment he is happy and he has you on his lap kissing and cuddling you and the second moment he is angry at you for unreasonable things.

✧ V — Violence, Levi never resorts to violence whenever you do something wrong. He usually scolds you and sits you down on his lap and kisses you. He is very violent to someone who tries coming between you two.

✧ W — Worship, Levi will never bow down to anyone but when it comes to you...He might as well kiss the ground you stand on.

✧ X — extreme measures, Levi would take extreme measures to keep you with him at all times and to the ones who will try to force and break the two of you up. Levi is a smart man, a really smart man, and he wont hesitate to take extreme measures.

✧ Y — Yearning, Levi yearns for you love, attention and affection in an obsessive degree. Well, that's just what a yandere is. He really wants your attention and love.

✧ Z — Zero boundaries, Levi has zero boundaries when it comes to you, that isn’t even a thing to him. He is a touch starved boy and he is also very hungry for love, YOUR love so please give it to him. He already has enough trauma from childhood, please make him feel loved.

That's all for today pooks! I really hope you like them, if you have any requests, just ask! See ya later pookies ♡♡♡

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot x reader #levi aot #aot #ackermann

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yallmakemyassitch · 1 year

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Can I have some lee & ler Gabriel hcs {~mandela cataloge~} please and thx

I'll give it a shot!

Ler:

He's gonna be a menace for sure, he will not let you rest until his urges are satisfied

Gabriel is Lucifer in disguise so he knows a lot about mankind from what he's observed first hand and with his invasion of the Earth; Humans are very sensitive and vulnerable creatures

This idea of being able to have a mere child begging for his mercy with wiggling fingers in their direction, furthered his amusement when their eyes clearly called for more after tickling them for so long. They are lucky he possesses no ink of mercy so he has no qualms pushing those he's cornered over the edge

But you wanted it, right?

He knows quite a lot about humans and what they love and dread

He has no issues testing out the phenomenon known as "tickling", referred to as by humans, bringing them to the edge of hysteria with this

If you happen to encounter him, he will greet you in his physical angel form and the guy is tall so he will definitely loom over anyone he's targeted.

What will first seem like a blessing from God will quickly turn malicious as he informs you of his intentions and who he really is

Even though your first instinct is to run, butterflies begin to spout from the bowels of your stomach

Why were you feeling this way? Is it the way his voice honeyed in the presence of you? A deep and rich voice filling your ears that soothes you to the core, making you feel safe?

Or is it the thought of such an omnipotent being fulfilling your jarring desires, something no one else but him capable of understanding... It seems so.

Gabriel will know you have submitted to him, you wanted him here after all.

It will start off teasingly and the sensations will have just the right amount of pressure to drive anybody insane and set their nerves ablaze, setting his future actions in motion

At this point any touch or move he makes will send you into hysterics; he'll get rough, his delicate hands making its way across your sensitive area, making you nearly regret it with how well he's able to execute it

"You're quite the ticklish mortal. Oh~? Mymy~, you are more sensitive than I thought~ Laugh to your heart's content, little one."

His goal is to belt out as much cackles from you as possible, so he will tease you, the kind of method you've never seen anyone other than him use

Somehow with the old English intertwined with the modern take of the language, accompanied with purrs of Latin makes you hot in the face

Plead all you want for him to stop, he won't.

Fortunately for you, Lucifer's schedule is focused on the invasion of humanity so the last thing he wants is to keep you laughing for hours

He will release you and go about his day, wishing you a farewell and within a blink of an eye, he'll disappear.

Lee:

Who's gonna actually try to tickle Satan? Well no one of course unless they have a death wish.

Within hell and Gabriel's personal quarters, he has been at the mercy of his demon's mischief. But they have been swiftly punished and eradicated to not get in the way of the invasion; those who did not contribute to his purpose were in the way and did not need to exist

In a separate timeline if Gabriel were actually ticklish, demons absolutely caused his continued embarrassment about it

He's terribly ticklish and whilst he can suppress his reactions, demons have learned to catch him off guard if they even want to catch a glimpse of their leader giggling

That same leader who created sin and the downfall of humanity...oh boy

Gabriel has a naturally sadistic sort of laughter, the kind that would laugh at the sight of the universe going up in flames

However, his tickle laugh is different; it's much nicer to listen to and noted to be quite boisterous at times, especially when a weak spot is targeted

Speaking of weak spots, his subjects have secretly spread rumors around the depths of hell that his hips are the bane of his existence, along with his sides and ribs

They are just rumors however, as this theory had never been tested.

However, that doesn't mean it isn't true as drilling into any of those spots will cause an ear-piercing, static-laced scream to rip out from Satan's throat as he's paralyzed on the spot

With his nerves suddenly being disturbed by an already extremely unfamiliar sensation, the demons expect that much from him

He cannot help the feeling of his knees growing slack and falling to the ground as laughter immediately erupts from their leader right after, awing everyone in the general area who just saw their heartless captain laugh heartily as if he'd been told very funny joke

This will last for a few seconds of just nearly hysterical laughter echoing throughout before abruptly stopping

His beautiful figure with long blonde hair and white robe will be nothing to spare the demon from the terror it will feel as he slowly turns around, meeting the eyes of whatever foolish devil decided to humiliate him

Gabriel will retaliate as he usually does; send the demon to be tortured or send them out for a specific mission that they must achieve, otherwise they will cease to exist

Moral of the story: don't tickle the guy otherwise 40 lashes or you get blipped from existence (and if he tickled you this time, you literally wanted it to happen stop lying to yourself)

#tmc tickling #lee gabriel #ler gabriel #ask answered #anon #headcanons #the mandela catalogue #bruh this took me a century lmao #the ler cesar pic is coming lol just take this while yall wait #pls reblog being shadowbanned sucks ass

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hoodie42069 · 2 years

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Yandere Catra Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Catra shows her affection physically, she has to be holding your hand or touching you in some way, if you reject it, Catra will dig her claws into you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Catra will kill or hurt anyone who even looks at you the wrong way, before she kidnapped you, she beat many of your friends and killed a person that had a crush on you

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Catra will treat you well if you don’t misbehave, she will be like a normal girlfriend and tease you occasionally. If you don’t behave, you’ll be yelled at, beaten, mocked, starved.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Catra forces cuddles and kisses and affection.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It takes a while for Catra to be vulnerable to you, but she will be vulnerable when she 100% trusts you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Angry, Catra LOVES you why are you mad at her. Catra will give you ONE warning before she punishes you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not a game to Catra, it’s love, she loves you and hates it when you try to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The punishments after trying to escape. Catra is a skilled fighter and has gadgets from the horde and will use them on you.

Once you tried escaping in the middle of the night and Catra found out after she woke up from a nightmare and you weren’t there to comfort her.

She found you and dragged you back “home” and beat you for 30 minutes straight while yelling horrible things at you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Together forever, internal love. Catra wants to spend the rest of her life with you and only you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Catra gets very jealous and will kill the other person that DARES to talk to you. She might even punish you even if you didn’t talk or flirt with another person.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

If you behave: Catra will kiss you and cling to you and tell you how much she loves you.

If you don’t behave: Catra will yell and scream at you, isolate you, starve you, beat you, come close to killing you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Catra stalks you and watches you from afar to know your entire schedule and who you talk to, your likes, your dislikes, anything about you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

With you, Catra is more loving and caring and clingy and vulnerable.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Beatings, starvation, isolation, killing people in front of you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Quite a few, Catra would take away your sunlight, friends, a social life. When you’re being punished Catra takes away your food, water, love and affection.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Catra is not patient at all, she will snap easily even if you talk about another person.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Catra will hunt you down like a mouse if you escape. If you die, she will never move on, she will cry and try to find another victim to replace you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Very rarely, Only late at night when you’re sleeping but she shakes those thoughts from her mind and realizes you’re hers and only hers.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Shadow Weaver, being abused and abandoned made her into a yandere.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Catra does feel guilty when you cry after she yells at you, she tries to comfort you the best way she can.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

After beating you, she will feel mega guilty and when you’re asleep, she will take care of your wound and apologize.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Faking your love for her, she might let you outside or unlock the door because she thinks you won’t leave her.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes Catra will beat you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Catra would do anything to win you over.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Only a couple of days.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Catra would break you if that means you would love her.

#she ra #catra #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #adora #she-ra #reader x catra #spop yandere #yandere catra x reader #catra x reader #catra x you #spop x reader

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 10 months

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what would u say are some of the hardest things for mads to get used to after leaving the assassins? asking after that last snippet u posted lmao

Ooohhh fun question!

Here's a rambly list ig sslkdjfdlkj (rereading it I’m realizing a lot of these are personality traits he learned from the assassins but I hope it answers your question-)

Well, like that last snippet said, I think the biggest thing is getting used to the idea that he's not expected to be perfect- or at least, good at- at everything he tries. And that he's not going to be rebuked or made fun of for not being perfect either. That also links in to trying hard to be the best at everything, he is the most competitive to the point where it makes things not fun anymore.

Along that line, he has a tendency to brag to a truly excessive amount.

Trust and privacy issues- the assassins in each class were fully encouraged to tattle on each other if they thought anything they were saying would go against the rules. Even just a little venting could get them in a lot of trouble, and so Mads has a hard time opening up if his feelings go against how he thinks he's 'supposed' to feel.

Like it was mentioned in this snippet, they weren't allowed to complain about being hurt, and 'complain' was misinterpreted quite a lot. So again he has a hard time admitting he's hurt if he thinks he shouldn't be. And actually!!! That's what helped him and Gandra get so close when they were little, they used to try and help each other out when they were injured and the mentors told them to 'walk it off' or something ridiculous. They used to stay up whispering jokes to each other as a way to distract one of them from the pain + sneaking bandages for them if they could. ...They were probably as young as 7 when this started.

Close relationships between the assassins were very much not encouraged and even smaller friendships were mostly used as strategy. That adds to the trust issues thing- people were only nice to you so they could try to use you.

In that same idea, that made romance strictly forbidden and something that most of the assassins weren't even aware of. Their only exposure to it would be seeing couples when they were out on missions, and even then they weren't allowed to ask questions about that. So! going from barely knowing romance was a thing to being in a relationship with NFenton was quite a huge change. Mads told him going into it that he was really trusting him a lot by doing this.

Going along with that is physical affection, I generally write Mads as disliking being touched unless it’s by someone he knows well, and then a flip switches and he’s the cuddliest hug-iest lean on-iest person ever (I think that goes for all of them except forrrrrr the Madhouse one, it just entirely dislikes being touched). Which, he was never able to get that close to someone before, so at first he finds figuring out just how much affection to give people a little tricky.

He doesn’t do well with people being angry, especially angry yelling. He gets really combative and defensive before running away to hide somewhere (because it really just scares him- with the assassins anytime anyone was angry at him it meant he was in trouble, and their mildest punishment was no food for the rest of the day-). Because of this I think his and NFenton’s first few fights- even over littler things- were really bad before they figured out this was a pattern that they needed to work on fixing (bright side to that too is they always make sure to have make-up snuggles).

He has a strong sense of justice and is also very empathetic, he never had his feelings listened to and he hated that so he’s going to listen to everyone else’s feelings and do what he can to help (this really comes out for the first time when he starts making friends with Blue). He also is very vengeful, he has allllll the means to stab someone if they’ve hurt him or his friends.

Getting used to like… free will! He can do whatever he wants without getting in trouble! Go places and eat things and do activities all without having to ask someone. slsldlf I’m picturing him just going up to NFenton looking like he’s had an epiphany and being like “I can just… go outside right now. Sit in the sun.” And NFenton not looking up and just replying “yes, that is something you can do.” Sldlflfl

Anyway, I think it all just comes back to feeling safe as the biggest change to get used to. He doesn’t have to be the best, he doesn’t have to watch every little thing he says, he’s going to have people to take care of him without judgement.

#Thanks for the ask!#anon ask #mad ducktor #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #duckverse #gyro gearloose #madfen royalty au

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beevean · 2 months

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Hector has to learn how to trust people who care about him.

What could that woman want from him?

Hector's eyes beg to be closed, but his body is fidgeting, fitful and restless. It doesn't make sense. He should be buried under the mud in an unremarkable spot in the forest. Why is he alive, wounds carefully wrapped in fresh bandages, in the warm bed of a person he doesn't know?

There are no such things as angels descended from Heaven. No one in their right mind would decide to take care of a stranger without looking for something in return.

Money? Well, the woman could sell his belongings, surely. The belt that Lord Dracula had gifted him is made of solid gold, enough to give her a fortune to last her lifetime. But keeping him alive makes no sense, then: it would have been easier to loot his corpse. So she needs him. That was more familiar.

Does she want him to become a servant in the matters of the house? Hector snorts. He'd make for a poor one. The only tool he has ever learned how to hold in his hands was a sword. Unless she's looking for a professional killer, he's not really worth the effort of being trained. He's not good at being trained anymore, anyway.

Perhaps she wants sex from him. That is the only thing she could take from him. Hector is in no condition to move even an arm, but Isaac has taught him that that is not necessary; he could just look outside the window and let her do as she pleased. Yes, that was a fair payment for his life, and something a young woman seemingly living alone might be seeking. And who knows what she gets up to, when he sleeps, lost in nightmares he can hardly remember? Perhaps she has already taken her serving.

Hector scratches the scars on his throat. At least, when Lord Dracula drank so much blood from him that he could no longer understand anything that wasn't the nausea rolling in his stomach, he deserved that punishment. He shouldn't have thrashed around and said no so much, not when his Lord needed him. But he couldn't help it, there were days when his Lord's touch made him want to shout until he coughed blood and rip his skin off his bones, and even stretching his lips in a smile hurt him, he has enough, enough of being touched and wanted and cherished and lied to--

No, no use in reminiscing. Hector rolls to the side, clutching his heaving chest. Lord Dracula is dead. He is dead, and he cannot hurt anyone ever again, and Hector will never be able to apologize again. It's done.

Now, he only has to understand what kind of person his new jailer is.

"Rosaly, was it?"

The woman - Rosaly - puts down the soup that she had brought him, and cocks her head quizzically. "Yes?"

"I ask you to not touch me when I'm unconscious," he glares at her.

Rosaly flinches at Hector's tone. Even to his ears, it's sharper than he intended. It doesn't matter. He doesn't know her, and he owes her nothing yet.

He half-expects to be reproached, or to be explained why she simply has to and he has no right to complain, but all that comes from her is a timid: "I... Does it trouble you?"

"Yes. I would rather if you put your hands on me when I can see exactly what you are doing."

Hector swallows the guilt at speaking so harshly to a lady. Politeness is the least of his concerns, at the moment. He has to observe Rosaly: any twitch in her eye, any hardening of her gaze, any sign that she did not appreciate being disrespected and he'd better be more grateful for being taken care of, or would you rather return to the human world who wants you dead, boy?

Rosaly does none of that.

"I'm... changing your bandages," she stammers. "What else could I be doing?"

Ah, why does she have to sound so honest? Like no other thought ever crossed her head? Is she really this much of a simple fool?

"Nevertheless," Hector continues, despite his words not offering any peace of mind, "I would prefer if you woke me up when you have to."

"Even when it's the middle of the night?"

"If you're awake, I can be as well."

"But you need to rest..."

"Please."

Hector bites his lip, but it's too late. He shouldn't beg. That was a mistake. It was force of habit. A habit he has to squash.

Too many seconds pass. The chirping of the birds outside are like nails on glass. Hector's heart is hammering in his chest and he can't even understand why, he needs to know, he has upset someone who is helping him, she'd leave him to die, it would be the right thing...

He nearly urges the woman to say something already.

"Alright," she speaks at last, with a voice made brittle by shame, a voice Hector only heard coming from his own throat. "I'm very sorry that I have made you uncomfortable, Hector. I'll do my best to help you."

Hector waits for the you can trust me to be placed on his chest, to tie him down. You can trust me. I only want the best for you. Did I ever hurt you, dear?

But Rosaly doesn't, and simply leaves the room with her head lowered, leaving a hot soup on Hector's lap and a knot of regret in his throat.

Can she really be taking care of him because she wants to?

Who is this woman who'd waste so much of her time and energy for the remains of a man that can't pay her back?

At least, some of his questions have an answer now.

She's not like them.

It's the only reason Hector has the strength to pick up the spoon and eat the soup she has made for him.

#beev's writing #hectaly #something rolling around in my head #i like when hector's kind of rude or a bastard lol - he has his reasons #it's okay they get better :)

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