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when you see my face, hope it gives you hell; rodrick heffley x you (smut, minors dni)

if u saw me post this earlier today no u didn't

read pt. II here | read pt. III here | read pt. IV here

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Rodrick and you have a history of hating and constantly picking fights with each other. With him being the total opposite of your collected, well-dressed and hard-working self the two of you usually end up at each others throats. That is, until your friend decides to drag you to one of his infamous parties.

all characters are 18+, she/her pronouns, (sorta?) enemies to lovers, explicit, consent is sexy kids, vaginal, oral (female receiving bc rod's a feminist icon), undernegotiated kinks: name calling, rodrick's a little rough, light spanking, he's hitting it raw (use condoms kids, please)

this one's for you, v.

pov: you're at rodrick's party - the PLAYLIST

"I'm not going!", you're throwing your locker door shut, a few middle schoolers jumping at the loud noise, a few heads turning your way.

Your best friend is leaning against her locker, rolling her eyes. "Dude, you're acting up, really. It's just a party."

"That I won't attend", your phone buzzes in your bag and you dig your hand deep into it, thankful for the interruption of the discussion that'd been going on all noon, fumbling for it between discarded notes, books and pens.

"It'd be soo boring, all on my own. He won't even notice you're there, there are no invitations-"

"If his parties are soo boring, why drag me there then?", you raise your eyebrows in annoyed manner, feeling your phone buzzing away underneath your planner.

"Because you could use to loosen up a little!", she blurts out and looks at you. You raise your head, eyes meeting her's. She looks shocked.

"Sorry, I- I didn't mean anything by it. You're just studying so much and, and, an-"

"And?"

"And you just gotta come! It's gonna be the party of the decade, we'll remember it when we're old and grey and living in a retirement centre. And I won't spend my time there remembering a high school party all by myself, just because my best friend didn't care to fucking attend." For a split second you think about it. Oh, glorified high school memories, you could really use more of them. While others were going out on the weekends you mostly stayed at home, just occasionally joining in. You were afraid of failing classes and it really started to affect your social life.

Your phone rips you out of your thoughts, pulls you back to earth and into the reeking halls of Crossland High.

"I really don't care", you mumble absent-mindly, more to convince yourself than her, really. No matter if you actually wanted to go, he wouldn't want you there and you had better things to do than fighting with Rodrick fucking Heffley on a saturday night, after already having endured him all week. Finally seeing a blueish light at the bottom of your bag you close your hand around your phone.

"Practically the whole year's invited, so-" You see the caller's id: it's your younger brother.

"Yeah, what is it?", you ask as you answer the call. You're supposed to pick him up from soccer practice later, right after your last class. The bell riiings and you follow your friend through the busy halls to your class room while she chats away.

"Y/N? Soccer practice's cancelled", you can hear birds chirping on the other side.

"And what", you're squeezing yourself through the stream of students, trying to keep up with your friend, "Am I supposed to do about it?" The laughter and occasional screaming of younger student's surrounding you is too loud and muffles the noise coming out of your phone's speaker.

"Can - pick - me - house?"

"Text me the address!", you yell into your phone and manage to hang up before nearly dropping it after a little boy knocks your arm away, trying his hardest not to drown in a wave of hollering students.

Your pale 70s Fleetwood Cadi comes to a halt in front of a tidy and average looking suburban home. Your first impression is being supported by the equally average and family-friendly looking SUV that is parked infront of the garage.

12 Surrey Street.

You sigh. It's been a long day and homework's piling up. No one told you how horrible the last year of high school would be, how much effort you'd need to put into studying and just how much emotional stress college applications would add to the mix.

You turn the engine off and swing yourself out of your grandpa's old car, hurrying across the street and the sidewalk. There are some kids playing with chalk a few houses down the street and their laughter fills your ears. You're tired and you want to rest, fatigue enhancend by the warm evening sun shining down on your tired limbs. Its orange hue makes the autumn leaves and colourful houses glow. It's pretty but you don't wanna stay for too long, hoping that your brother is ready to go.

Without paying much attention, your finger finds the doorbell and you only notice the name above it after you rang. Heffley.

No no no.

You take a step back to check the address again, eyes aimlessly roaming the street.

No no no.

There are audible steps behind the door and you pray it's not him. Maybe, hopefully, there's another Heffley family living in Plainview.

No no no please God, no.

The door opens.

It's not him.

"Oh, hello. You must be Y/N", a friendly looking woman, glasses deep on her nose, opens the door and you release an audible breath. She smiles wider, a little more confused this time.

"Yes, pleasure to meet you", you smile back and reach out to shake hands and she looks content again, "I am here to pick up my brother."

"Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you!" - Wait, what? - " I am Susan." She shakes your hand again and her forceful friendliness nearly makes you wanna puke.

You hear even more footsteps, faster this time and two boys scoot around the corner of the hallway. It's your brother and what you assume is his new friend.

"Gregory, no running in the house!", Mrs Heffley says with the most authority she seems to muster and the one who's not your brother stops dead in his tracks, "I am afraid it's time the two of you say goodbye for now."

You sigh. Your brother looks far from ready, he's not even wearing his shoes. He looks at you and makes a disappointed face. You just shrug and surpress a yawn.

"Hurry up, buddy", you hear yourself say in a mechanically friendly voice, the tone directed more at Susan than your little brother, "Pack up, Mom's waiting."

He nods and runs up the stairs, Greg following behind him.

"Boys", Susan turns around and smiles a warm and proud Mom-smile, like she has all the patience in the world. You nod and smile. There's nothing more you can do anyways. You don't know shit about kids.

But your parents raised you well and you know a thing or two about being charming and participating in smalltalk. You think it may be time to put that to good use.

"Is Gregory your only child?", you ask, a little voice in the back of your head pushing you. You gotta know, anxiety still thickly thrumming in the back of your head, making you a little dizzy.

"Oh no, no. He has a little brother, Manny, but he is at my mother's place today", she smiles even wider. The younger one is probably her favourite son, even though parents always are quick to claim that favoritism doesn't exist. "And then there's-"

Her eyes scoot away from you, down the street and you hear the squeaking wheels of the white van before you even fully turned around to see it. Your skin turns ice cold and then hot.

Oh no.

"My eldest son, Rodrick. Aren't you in the same year?"

You don't answer. Can't answer, as his van comes to a halt, only seconds away from crashing into your inherited car. You're fuming at his carelessness, but with Susan practically sitting in your neck there's not much you can do.

He throws the door shut and takes a few steps on the gravel towards the house, looking at his phone before he looks up. Your gazes lock.

"What are you doing here?", he spits, surprise dwelling thickly in his voice.

Shut up, Heffley, you don't gotta know. "Picking up my brother", you answer, clenching you teeth.

"Didn't know he was still stuck in Kindergarten", he comes closer.

"Rodrick! Please-", Susan puts on her most scolding tone, but neither of you could care less.

"Why? Missed him there today?", you spit back and he comes to a halt a few steps away. His eyebrows raise a little and there's something sparkling in his eyes but it's gone as quick as it appeared.

You can see, by the way the corner of his lips tilt up, that he's -

"I'm ready, Y/N", you hear a voice behind Susan and Rodrick swallows his comeback. Odd.

You glare at him for another second, only for good measure, not because you're a little too caught up by his stare boring into your eyes.

"Alright buddy, let's go", you say and Susan lets him pass and then there's noise inside the house and she retreats, but not without shooting Rodrick a warning look.

You take your brother's bag and take a few steps down the gravel path before turning back around, only to find Rodrick still looking at you.

"And Heffley?", you hear yourself say, voice raised confidently. You know it's childish, but you just gotta.

He cocks an eyebrow. Motherfucker.

"Go, wash yourself!"

It wasn't your greatest roast, you have to admit that. Your hand clenches around the steering wheel in an attempt to not smack you across the face. Deep Purple sings away on your car's radio, while your brother, arms crossed, looks out of the window.

You don't really remember how it all started, the bickering, the insults, the constant fighting to the degree that not only the students, but also the teachers noticed. The only thing you remember is what was, at least for you, the last straw.

Your brother huffs and you look over. You only now realize that he's pouting and you're quick on knowing who to put the blame for your inattention on. Damn you, Heffley.

"Are you okay?", you ask, sounding ruder than anticipated.

"That was so cringe."

You blink, eyes back on the road. One second passes, and another.

"What?", you blurt out.

"You and Greg's brother", he looks at you like you're a little slow, "Cringe." He even spells it.

You stutter a bit out of confusion, before catching up. "Don't say that", you blurt out, sounding a little offended.

"Say what?"

"Cringe", your upper lip curls, "This is not tiktok, weeb."

You look at each other and then laughter fills the air.

"I'm sorry, really. Didn't mean to make a fool out of you", you shrug and he does, too.

You pull up at the red light.

"You didn't make a fool out of me", he says and sounds like a child again, eventhough he's been fourteen since march, "Just out of yourself."

You turn your head to look at him, shake your head in disbelieve. He nods.

"Hey, buddy. I know that wasn't my greatest -"

Now it's his turn to shake his head and there's something ghosting over his expression. Amusement.

"Greg told me that you're all he talks about - his brother, that is. At diner, at breakfast. What you're doing, what you wore, what you said to him."

Your jaw drops.

"What?", you blurt out.

"Yeah, he probably just complains about it, tho", your brother shrugs, watching the light turning from red to yellow and back to green. There's static noise filling your ears and you feel your heartbeat picking up.

That caught you off guard, but the way your body reacts is even more concerning to you. Your fingertips tingle, your blood pumps through your veins. Suddendly, it's a little too warm in the car, with the windows rolled down and the cool autumn breeze rolling in.

Someone behind you honks and it catapults you back to earth, back into the small town's busy traffic and your body jerks. You press down on the gas, speeding the remaining way home.

On June 6th 1944 the allied invasion-

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, the white of your laptop's screen drilling into your retinas. You really need to finish the assignment, but you can't focus no matter how hard you try. Something's clouding up your mind, keeping your thoughts away from Operation Neptune. It's been like that for days, since you picked your brother up on monday.

You're all he talks about.

Out of spite? Or because he -

You open a new tab and type quicker than your brain can decide against it. It's stupid, but you can't come up with a better solution. Talking to someone about this is totally off limits. Eventually you find what you're looking for.

10 Signs a guy may be into you!

You click on the link and your phone buzzes on you table. You don't even give it a look, just pick up the incoming call while scrolling.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Y/N, it's me", it's your best friend and you silently sigh in relief, hearing her voice has a calming effect on you, "I just wanted to apologize."

"For what?", you mumble, currently preoccupied with One: He will follow you on social media!.

"For, y'know, sorta trying to force you to Rodrick's party. If you don't wanna go that's fine."

You smile, while you render numbers three, four and five useless. Maybe you were wrong, maybe your brother got Greg wrong or Greg got it all mixed up. "No need to apologize, really."

"I just felt so horrible-"

Six: He's a tease

He constantly rips on you — in a jokey, not necessarily mean manner — it’s a sure sign that he’s hoping you’ll be teasing him right back in the near future.

You stare blankly at the words on your monitor.

"Y/N? Are you still there?"

It got worse a few weeks before Heather Hills' sixteenth birthday party.

It was impossible to ignore the way he went after her. It didn't hurt you, or at least that was what you're trying to convince yourself of. Maybe, around that time you were crushing, nothing big, just a small, little early high school crush.

But it annoyed you. It annoyed you how he didn't seem to recognize that she just wasn't interested.

And maybe that was what had hurt you. That he didn't realize that you were there all along, that he wouldn't have to bend over backwards to date someone. Thus, you picked a fight whenever you could, trying to expose every little mistake he made. That's when the name calling started, if you were to recall correctly.

That had been two years and one loveless boyfriend to fill the void ago. And you thought you'd left all of that behind, only engaging in roasting him from time to time.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here."

"Like, are you okay?", she sounds concerned, "You don't sound well."

"I, well-", you swallow.

Loosen up a little.

You're all he talks about.

"I- I changed my mind. When's the party again?"

You regret your decision approximately half an hour after arriving at the party.

At first, it's better than you expected, really. The music's blasting, the front door's opened and familiar faces are lingering all around the front yard, drinking, laughing and smoking something that smells suspiciously like pot. Your friend spots her boyfriend, who's sharing a blunt with someone from his art class and because you're really trying to loosen up a little you take a hit or two. It's a nice mellow high, that makes you all giggly.

"I'm gonna get us something to drink, y'all wait here", her boyfriend announces and thus, he and your friend vanish into the house. You just stay outside, a little dumbfounded at first, with some kid from art class you know nothing about. But he turns out to be quite easy to be around and quite focused to get into college as well, and thus you chat away for a few minutes while he talks about applying at the Amsterdam University of Arts after the upcoming christmas break. He's nice and friendly, but your conversation turns shallow very quickly and you realize that you're probably too sober for this. It doesn't take long for you to notice that your friend hasn't returned with the promised drinks yet.

"I'm just gonna-", you interrupt him rambling about the symbolism of postmodern art and gesture towards the house, suddendly feeling very alone and left out, "Be right back."

You don't wait for an answer and head towards the stairs. There are some people from your history class and you throw a few friendly Hello's and What are you doing here's at each other before entering the thicket of early 2010s rock music, weed and alcohol. The lights are low, the music is blasting and there are people literally everywhere. You realize that he must've indeed invited the whole year and that the whole year decided to show up.

There are students on the stairs, dancing, chatting, drinking, squeezing through the hallway, that you remember being significantly less crowded a few days prior, coming from one room or enterning another. There's a group of jocks making their way into, what you assume is the living room, one of them holding a lampshade. You blink in confusion and, not knowing where to look for your friend and her boyfriend first, you decide to follow the jocks into the living room, jumping into the keel water they leave behind in the mass of students crowding the house.

It's where the music is the loudest and you spot one of Rodrick's friends, you think his name's Chris, managing the aux cord, surrounded by some seemingly very drunk girls. You roll your eyes at the sight, feeling lightweighted from the pot as you make your way through the dancing crowd. With having no orientation in the house you let yourself being pushed and pulled by the crowd, left and right, body crashing into others. The song ends and another starts playing and you find yourself rather enjoying the Nelly Furtado song, dancing along as someone bumps into you. It's a girl from your english class and she seems to be shit-faced drunk, so can't really judge if she's actually happy to see you or if it's just the alcohol taking over, but she grabs your hand in a friendly manner and you're too high to care.

"I didn't think you'd come, that's so cool!", she smiles brightly but it's too loud and thus, thinking she's offering you something to drink, you just nod and take the cup from her other hand, downing the thick, sweet liquid in two strong gulps. It burns a little in your throat and you cough but she laughs and so do you.

In hindsight that's the moment you will regret in a few more minutes, but right now you're just feeling oddly alive, like the people in those tacky movies seem to always feel like when they party and you find yourself rather enjoying the unfamiliar feeling.

It takes another two songs until you find yourself feeling slightly drunk and singing along the lines with your class mate. The dancing, lack of fresh oxygen in the room and the pot and alcohol pulsing through your veins, mixed with the colourful lights in the dark of the room, make your head spin. You feel light and actually enjoying yourself being a little careless and you hear your friend's voice ringing in your ears ("You finally loosend up!"), as a firm grip closes around your upper arm.

You laugh, suddendly remembering why you went inside in the first place, girlish giggles errupting from your throat. Thinking it's her you turn around in a whirl.

"There you a-", you holler, only to be greeted by someone who doesn't exactly look like your best friend.

The person is so not your friend.

Fuck.

"Fuck!", Rodrick yells back and you make a face, "What are you doing here?"

"What?", you furrow your brows, pointing at your ears, signaling that you can't fucking hear him in the mess that is his party. You can't recall for how long you've been dancing with What's her name but suddendly snapping out of it, it occurs to you that the whole gathering seems a little out of control. You knew that he was a fucking e-boy weirdo, but pulling a whole Project X seems a little much, even for him.

He rolls his eyes at you, leaning forward. He smells of alcohol, weed and tabacco and you want to punch him.

"What are you doing here?", he repeats but you just shake your head, trying to escape his iron hold.

But his hand on your arm tightens and suddendly you're being pulled forward, as he takes you with him. You're leaving the living room the way you came in, but this time he takes you up the flight of stairs. He's angry, or at least you assume he is, by the sheer force he uses to pull you with him. Your body connects with a few elbows and you mutter a few slurred excuses, until you reach another set of stairs. It's a lot quieter here, no people (except someone who looks like they passed out in an armchair) and the music doesn't seem to shatter your eardrums anymore. There's a little light coming from the top of the stairs.

You blink, before angrily shaking off his hand around your arm.

"Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Easy, Missy, watch your language", he scolds, running a hand through his hair, "What are y'doing here?"

"Drinking", you hold up your empty cup and he rolls his eyes.

"Seriously. What the fuck are you doing here, you're not even invited."

"No one is", you hit him back, tone dry.

He clicks his tongue at that, helplessly looking around.

"Why do you bother, Heffley?", you slur a little, "Afraid I might ruin your game with pretty little Heather Hills?"

He looks at you for a moment and you realize that you might've gone too far. But then he laughs.

You never heard him laugh before, never heard his real genuine laughter, apart from his cackling when he insults you. The sound takes you off guard. It's not bad, quite endearing actually, with the way his lips curl and fine lines appear at the corner of his eyes.

You decide to blame it on the alcohol, but you can't help to notice that he's real pretty up close. Especially when he laughs.

You stare at him, blankly and blinking multiple times.

"My god, Y/N", he shakes his head and takes a sip from his beer.

"What's so funny?", you spit.

"Nothing. Just you being as stupid as I thought you were."

You huff out an offended laugh. "Excuse me? Who are you to talk, huh?"

"Dunno", he slurs, wiping a droplet of beer from his mouth with the back of his hand - disgusting, "At least I am not jumping to idiotic assumptions."

"Oh, aren't you just great, Rodrick? Aren't you just so high and mighty? My god, what would earth do without your intellect? Oh, oh! Wait! I know! We wouldn't have to look at your crusty ass trying to fuck girls that are waaay out of your league!" You clap your hands in an ironic matter, like you just solved an intense riddle.

"D'you really think I'm crusty?"

You blink. "Yeah. No. I mean-"

He mimics your stutter, pulling a face at you. You click your tongue and roll your eyes.

"I mean maybe you are, I really don't wanna know. And I don't even have to, because what I do already know is that you're the most unsuccessful eboy-fuckboy conglomerate to ever walk earth."

Rodrick looks at you, aimlessly waving around his bottle, liquid dancing around in it while he nods. "That one - I don't know. You maybe wanna try that again."

"Why?"

"Why?", he mimics you again and you try to hit him on his arm, but he dodges your hand, catches it with his own, "Because that was just la-zy."

"I said-"

"Yeah, I know what you said, princess. Don't bother me again with it, please." And that, that's just unfair. You stare at him, mouth agape and cheeks turning red underneath your make-up and, because your life's just gotta be like that, something in his brain seems to click.

He makes a pouty face and leans down to you, his smell wavering around you and you can see how his eyeliner's all smudged. "Oooh", he sing-songs, "You like that, don't you?"

You shake your head. This feels like sobering up, only that it's worse than actually sobering up. Even though he likes to act like he isn't, Roderick's somewhat smart and he seems to connect the dots pretty quickly. He laughs, it's the cackle, the snickering laughter again. His eyes sparkle with mischief. Oh, you're so fucked.

"Holy shit, little Miss Perfect actually isn't that innocent, huh?", you really want so smack the grin off of his face, but he holds your strong hand in an even stronger, iron grip.

"Shut up."

He snickers again. "Oh, I can't fucking wait to call you that in the hallway. Oh, or in class!", he barks out a laugh and the sound, deep and dark and it makes you hot all over. You hope it's just rage building up.

"It's not what you think it is", you press out between gritted teeth.

"Yeah, no, it is exactly like I think it is", he comes even closer and your noses are mere inches apart.

He smirks and you feel your knees going weak. You know what he's going to say, but when it reaches your ears it still knocks the air out of your lungs.

"Princess", he whispers in a rasp, voice low and tongue gliding over his incisors.

You inhale sharply and his eyes flicker down to your parting lips.

"Fuck you", you whisper weakly and you hear him laugh quietly, buzz at the the way it gets stuck in his throat.

"Jesus, you're so fucking annoying, Y/N", he murmurs, locking gazes with you again.

There are cheers erupting from the living room downstairs and you're pretty sure they are playing early 2000s pop music now, but you can't bring yourself to care. His eyes are so so dark and they pull you in, his hand oddly warm around your wrist.

"I hate you", you say quietly, "I hate you so much, Rodrick." It's more to remind yourself of it than to convince him, really. He immediately catches on.

"Doubt it", he rapid fires back.

"You better believe it."

"You're giving me quite a hard time at that."

You swallow, his gaze locks with your throat, glides back up. There's a long pause between the two of you and then -

"You wanna fuck?"

You blink dumbfounded. Once, twice and a third time as your body betrays you and you fucking nod.

At that, he slowly starts pushing you backwards and the small of your back hits the handrail of the stairs.

"Need you to say it", Rodrick murmurs, eyes trained on your lips, like he has a really hard time pulling himself together, "Wanna hear you say it, princess."

Your mouth runs dry and your loins catch fire. You swallow as his lips ghost over yours.

"Yeah", you breathe out, "Yeah, fuck, I want to."

They lock and he tastes of cheap cigarettes and beer and weed and you lean into it and backwards just the same, into the arm that sneaks around your waist. Rodrick's lips are soft and gentle, while being in a heated rush to get the most of you. He's a surprisingly good kisser and the little voice in the back of your head nags at the question Why?, but you can't bring yourself to care.

He pushes you up the stairs, lips pressed onto yours, wandering down your neck and leaving a trail of warm kisses there, teeth plucking at the soft skin.

"'S gonna be real good, gonna make it real good for ya", he drawls and your breath hitches, right as you reach the top step. He parts from you for a second to climb it as well, before his hands are on you again. You recognize the attic as what it most likely is: his room. It's a little messy, warm wood and band posters everywhere, one lonely floor lamp trying its best to illuminate the dark room. It's surprisingly cozy.

His fingertips sneak under the soft fabric of your favourite top and they are warm and your skin tingles as they make contact. He gently guides you backward, until the back of your knees touch his mattress and you let yourself sink into its soft fabric, as he climbs on top of you.

"Shit", you hear him huff while he hovers over you, looking at you from heavy lidded eyes. Rodrick's hands push your top up and wander underneath it, gripping your waist and feeling you up. His touch is warm and firm and as your gazes lock once more, like he's looking for confirmation. And then he's suddendly fierce with it, too. He quickly pulls the top over your head and his lips meet your throat again, sucking and nibbling at the warm skin while he's grinding down on you. Your blood pulses underneath his lips and he groans as you bury your fingers in his dark hair, gasping for air.

One of his hands snake around your back and making quick work of your bra, carelessly discarding it into the mess of his room, while his lips follow quickly, closing in around your left nipple.

His hands graze up your body, thumbs caressing your stomach, ribs and then one reaches out, closes in around your right breast, gently squeezing it before running a thumb over your nipple. You breathe out, one hand resting on his neck, the other still buried in his hair. His teeth bite down gently, his thumb and forefinger rolling the other nipple between them.

You moan quietly, a little shy even, while your legs spread around him, your body giving in and giving him more space. His crotch grinds down against yours and you can feel his hard dick pressing against you. It makes you flush.

"Wanna fucking taste you", he murmurs, tongue toying with your hardened nipple, leaving a tingle deep down in your stomach, that wanders down down down and between your legs. His words make your head swim.

"Please", you whisper and he grins against your warm skin, hand snaking back down your body while his lips close around your right nipple, giving it the same treatment.

He lets go off it with an obsence pop, as his hand reaches your trousers, opening them quickly and placing one hand against your crotch. You know you're wet already and you know that he'll feel it, too. Rodrick's gaze meets yours and his eyes are dark with lust as he rubs the palm of your hand over your dampened panties.

"You beg so prettily, huh", he hums and you groan, rubbing yourself against his hand.

"A-always for you", you choke out before you can stop yourself, while his fingers pull your panties to the side, circling your entrance.

Your hips buck and you groan at the cold touch, nearly whine as he pulls them away again. The mattress creaaaks as he moves onto his knees, patting your hips. "Up", he commands and you follow, only for him to pull down both, your pants and underwear in one swift motion, before taking his own shirt off. It starts to dawn on you, that you may have underestimated him and it makes your blood tingle with excitement.

His thumb rubs over your pubic bone, where dark hair's dusted all over your skin and wanders down, rubbing just right above your clit, the motion pulling it's hood back and forth.

"Shit, Rodrick, please", your voice is buried deep in your throat and goosebumps start to raise all over your naked body, while he positions himself between your legs, propping your tailbone up on one of his knees, your legs dangling uselessly at his sides.

Two of his fingers sneak up your vagina, parting its lips carefully, while his thumb wanders down, slowly rubbing large circles over your clit. He watches your pussy growing wetter for a moment, until he bows his head down, forcing your gaze to keep it locked with his.

Spit dribbles down his lips and onto your clit, making you moan at both, the sensation and the view. He spits once more, his saliva running down your lips and pooling at your hole, while he scoots back a little and licks over you clit, spreading his slick.

"Shit", you curse, feeling your abdomen tighten, warmth spreading in you loins. Rodrick's hands wander to you thighs, gripping them and guiding your hips back onto the matress. His mouth follows the movements, tongue toying with your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. It's far from enough, but it feels so so so good.

"Feels good?", you hear him ask and you nod feverishly, hand darting out, catching his wrist. His gaze shoots up and he grins at you. Smug bastard.

"Gonna have you moaning like a whore for me", he whispers and you wonder if he's shy about the fantasy that hides behind it. Your eyelids flutter and your head lolls back a little bit, before you hear your pressed voice, surpressing a moan, ushring out: "Have fun trying, Heffley."

It spurrs him on and has him delving deeper into your folds, tongue licking, swiping and circling your clit, wandering along your folds and lips and only to see you squirm beneath him.

It's wonderful and you find yourself encouraging him, and at some wicked, cursed point one of his hands lets go of your thighs, fingers lacing into yours.

"My god", you groan and your fingers clench around his bedding, the other hand tugging at his, squeezing it, "Shit."

He chuckles and slowly letting go of your other leg, one finger teasing your hole before carefully pushing in. You whine and push towards him. Rodrick starts fucking into you with his finger, curling its digits along your spongy and warm walls and pushing liquid out of and back into you, slowly but steadily prepping you for him, before sliding in a second finger. He stills for a moment, before slowly spreading them apart, making you moan. Your body shudders.

"'S all good", Rodrick murmurs against your folds, his tongue licking a fat and wet stripe over them, all the way down to your clenching hole, "You're doing great, good girl."

You whine and nod and you hear him chuckle, slowly pushing another, third finger into you. His tongue swipes over your clit, before wrapping his lips around it once more, sucking. You close your eyes and roll your hips, as he nestles his digits deep into you. You can feel yourself tightening around them and loose control, as it suddendly feels like you're trying to pushing them out. You gasp for air as wetness floads your folds and he groans against them.

A whiny Rodrick leaves your mouth and your eyes snap open in disappointment as his lips part from pussy, huffing out a silent fuck.

"Atta girl. Been waiting for so long", he hums quietly, "Gonna fuck your pretty brains out." His thumbs grazes over your clit and your hips buck as you watch how he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, again. It's not beer this time, but your glistening juices and he grins at you.

You throw your head back and arch into his touch, wanting more, any sort of friction but his strong grip closes around your thigh and holds your legs open, parted for him. Rodrick's thumb graces over your fingers, that are intertwined with his.

"You're on the pill, right?", he asks, lips buried on the soft flesh of your thighs. You can feel the remaining wetness that your squirting left on his lips and chin smearing across your skin.

"Uh-huh", is all that leaves your mouth, eyelids fluttering.

"C'mon, princess. You can do better than that", he tsks.

"Y-yes", you breathe out and his touch leaves your body. You want to complain, straightening your back a little to take a look at what's taking him so long, but you can already hear his belt buckle clink and the ziiip of his jeans and as your gaze finally meets his form, he's pulling himself out of his boxers. Your mouth waters and you try to scramble on your knees but he's quicker - pushes you back down so forecfully your tits bounce with the impact of your body hitting the mattress, hand on your hips.

"Shh, calm down angel. You're really hungry for it, huh?", Rodrick grins his signature smile at you, but it's rather soft and maybe even a little fond, "Such a little slut. Gonna give it to you in a minute, girl. You'll be alright."

He gets rid of his boxers and wraps one hand around himself, slooowly jerking himself, looking down at your spread form on his bed, chest heaving and flushed. The head of his cock is already a little wet and he takes his thumb, smears the precum all over it, grinning at the way your eyes follow his movements.

"Need you", you stretch your hand out aimlessly and to your genuine surprise, he takes it.

"Got you", he whispers as you spread your legs, one hand around his dick, pushing it into you slowly. His head spreads you delightfully and you hum as he pushes further, deeper, coming to a halt as he's fully sheathed by you.

"Fuck, you feel so good", his hand squeezes yours and you mewl as he starts so pull back, thrusting deep into you. He watches the way he vanishes into your tight hole, his pubic hair already slightly dampened by your wetness.

Your mouth falls agape and you watch the muscles in his stomach clench as he starts to pick up a quicker pace.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the air and mingles sweetly with you high pitched moans and his deep grunting, your name falling off his lips occassionally. His pace turned quick and ruthless after only a few deep thrusts but it's just not enough, you feel so full but something's missing.

"Wait, wait", you pant and your hand lands on his shoulder with a loud slap and he still momentarily.

"Yeah? You good, shit you good? Did I hurt you?", his cheeks are flushed and sorrow lines his eyes.

You are quick to shake your head. "No, no", you squirm beneath him, cheeks flushing as with what you're about to say, "I need more."

His brows furrow for a quick moment before the corners of his lips tilt upwards. "Shit, nasty little slut", his hand grazes over your body once more, between your breasts, over your stomach and abdomen, before hooking around your thigh, slowly pulling out of you. He lets go off your hand and helps you onto your knees, gently kneading the flesh of your ass.

"Fuck, you're so pretty", he sighs as he pushes back into you, until the head of his dick pushes flush against your cervix.

"Fuck, yes that's it", you huff out and hear him chuckle deeply behind you.

Rodrick, abandoning his former pace, starts to slowly fuck you, taking his time and thrusting deeply. You stretch out beneath him, with one of his hands on your hip, fingers digging into his pillow. It feels marvelous, how he hits you spongy walls, the way it makes your muscles clench around him.

He carefully starts to build up his pace again, keen on making this last as long as possible. But you have other plans and start pushing back against him, in an effort to coax him into a faster rhythm.

He grunts and suddendly there's something making sharp contact with your ass, skin stinging slightly. You can't hold back the moan that bubbles over your lips at that, quickly turning into a high whine, as you press back into him.

"Yeah, shit", he laughs out of breath, "Thought you'd like that."

The grip on your hip tightens as his control comes loose and he ruts into you, hand coming down on your ass a couple more times, until you're a moaning mess underneath him, squirming and clenching around him.

"Fuck, gonna cum", he groans and his thrusts turn more sloppy, hand reaching to your front, a sole finger rubbing your clit. It doesn't take much more than that to get your overstimulated nerves to give in and you cum, heavily clenching around his dick. It sends him over, too and he nearly collapses on top of you. Your legs shake as he pulls out of you and you feel his cum leaking out of your hole. Slowly, you collapse down onto his mattress, but you couldn't care less as your eyes fall shut and you roll on your side, facing the stairs. You're exhausted and the noises from downstairs only faintly reach your ears. Everything feels and sounds far far away.

As you slowly fade back to reality you realize that the party downstairs is still a rager and relief washes over your blissed out state. You're glad no one seemed to had noticed.

The mattress dips next to you and then there's an arm around your waist.

"Still hate me?", you hear his coarse voice whisper into your neck, cold nose nuzzling against your warm, sweaty skin.

You yawn, totally fucked out, but with a warm, fuzzy feeling tingling in your stomach. You'll both would have to get dressed soon, to head back down, but you'll need a couple more minutes.

"Yeah", you mutter but he only laughs at that.

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the-stars-shine-with-me · 7 months

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TWST Dick and Pussy Headcanons (NSFW)

>minors and ageless dni<

Content warning: Descriptions of genitals. Includes terms dick, cock, cunt, pussy. May include kinky stuff idk yet but bdsm and piss is always possible.

Parts: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia & Ignihyde, Pomefiore (here), Diasomnia

Vil

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Dom with a micro dick represents! Vil's dick is definitely small, a bit shorter than 3 in (~7cm) with cute little balls to go with them. Naturally he grows some pubic hair, but he keeps himself shaved clean. If you dare make fun of his dick, you're gonna get the brat taming of a lifetime. This man is a serious dom, full on dominatrix with a dungeon worth of toys, and you will behave. Your mouth is his personal fleshlight and he will make you worship his cock and ass. Your cock/cunt belong to him, he gets to decide when and where you cum if you get to cum at all. He is putting you in a chastity cage/belt and lingerie. If you want to get off, you must worship him get him off first, multiple times. As a reward he may take a vibrating toy and hold it against your chastity cage/belt and/or put a dildo in your ass and make you rid it in front of him. He'll be using a riding crop/flogger, correcting you on posture, making you thank him for allowing him to do this. If he's feeling especially kind, he'll take the chastity cage/belt off. Get ready to get your cock/cunt abused though. He is going to pinch, bite, slap, flog, and step on your cock/cunt. Beg to grind against his heel. He'll allow it, but that's the only way you're getting off. If you don't cum, that's your problem. But, if you continue to beg and beg for release, he'll force you to fuck a fleshlight/ride a dildo and do it exactly as he says. You must have the correct posture, must keep and follow any pace he tells you, and must not cum until he allows you too. If you fail, it can go one of two ways. Vil will overstimulate you until you either piss yourself, pass out, or safeworeld (if you piss yourself he's making you lick up that piss). Or, Vil will lock you up again, and you will not be allowed to touch yourself or cum again until he lets you. Some ways to get on his good side is to 1) wear the collar his has for you in public (it reads "property of master/mistress" or whatever title you use for him" 2) use the hygiene, skin care, and perfume he gifts you and 3) be able to see when he's in a mood and drop to your knees for him. Don't say anything, just drop to your knees and open your mouth for him to use. There's a good chance he'll take you up on the offer, and you'll suck him off then and there. There's also a good chance, after you swallow his cum, he'll hold your head in place and piss in your mouth while your lips are still around him. He'll tell you to swallow and then call you "disgusting" when you do.

Pussy

I know Vil would probably shave himself clean, but I like pussy with some hair! So he has a pussy with some hair. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed short and shapes it perfectly to how he wants. His clit and folds are absolutely beautiful, and he is fully aware of that. He still doms you in the same way, with maybe one additional thing if you're able to make him squirt consistently. He doesn't squirt a lot, but if you get him to squirt, Vil will make you clean him up with your tongue. If you piss him off, fail him enough, or he's just in a mood, he will make you lay down below him with your arms and limbs tied up, and he will piss on you. He'll insult you and make you thank him for the piss. You better drink a good amount too because, if you don't, he'll leave you tied up and desperate on the floor in his room while he does his own routine around the room. You better not complain either or make to much noise, or else he'll punish you more.

Rook

Pussy

Rook has a pretty but abused pussy. You can tell he's a serious masochist as soon as you see it. He has a good amount of pubic hair that he keeps trimmed and washed. His clit is a decent size, fits nicely in your mouth so the head sits just past your teeth. Bite down. Do it and he'll scream and cum. Rook is both the most verse sub that ever did verse sub and is a serious sadomasochist. He loves pain and loves hurting you so, so much. And Ds role-playing is just a big yes for him. He loves hunting you down in a forest and/or keeping you locked away in his room and tied up during the weekend to use as his personal sex toy. He also loves you doing the same to him. If you set up a playroom in the Ramshackle dorm where the two of you can role-play and torture each other, he'll be so fucking happy. Please use and abuse his pussy, ass, mouth, everything. As a sub, he loves it rough and hard. Hurt him, abuse him, straight up torture him. As a dom, he also likes it hard and rough, but he also adores going slow and deliberate. He loves to tease you and be so gentle that you beg him for more pleasure and pain. He'll kiss you and praise you as he rides/pegs you to the point you think your pelvis is gonna break. Also, Rook has a good control on his volume, but that doesn't mean he's quiet. In a place thats more private and he can't be as loud as he wants, he is VERY loud and speaking LOTS of French. But, he can also be deadly quiet if fucking in a more public area. He can sit in your lap easily and show no signs that your cock/strap is inside him.

Dick

Rook has a pretty dick that's just about 6 in (~15 cm) with slightly saggy balls and trimmed clean pubic hair. Again, you can tell Rook's cock and balls have been abused, and he wants you to abuse it as well. He'll gladly be your personal dildo/fleshlight for you to use. If you want to be his personal dildo/fleshlight too, he will be extremely happy. Probably his favorite thing to do though is hunt you. Have you wandering around the forest just off campus. At first your just going down a path casually when you feel eyes on you and hear the snap of a twig. He subtly guides you deeper into the forest, slowly making his presence more known until you finally run for it. You can hear Rook chasing behind you, toying with you as you try to get away, until he guides you to exactly where he wants you. You're hyperventilating as you look around. You don't hear anything. You think maybe you lost him, but, when you finally think that you're safe, he pounces. He jumps on you and holds you down. No matter how much you scream, he's guided you far enough away that no one will hear you or help you. His skilled hands easily tears your clothing from you and then his mouth is on you, prepping you as you struggle against him. He only preps you somewhat, just enough so he hurts you but does no permanent damage. Suddenly, he's pounding into you hard, and you can't do anything to stop him. He kisses you again and again all over your body as he uses you, praising you in a language you can't understand. It will be a long time before he's done with you.

Epel

Dick

Short king with a big dick. Got a monster can for a cock, 10 in (~26 cm) and some hefty girth. Even when soft there's a good amount of weight, and his balls are nice and big too. Vil doesn't get to see his dick, so he keeps it how he likes it, unkempt and wild. He does make sure to clean it regularly though. Epel has a lot of insecurities, but his big cock does help him with his self esteem a lot. Worship his cock and balls and he loves it. Epel heavily leans top and somewhat leans dom. He doesn't really see sex and dom or sub. He more or less just sees sex as sed and he wants to put his cock in you. If you want him to dom, he'd do it gladly. If you want him to sub, he'll be kinda hesitant but is willing to try. But, if you want to actually get him in a sub space, rough house with him and overpower him and praise the fuck out of him. He'll melt. Alternatively, if you rough house and he overpowers you, get ready for him to be in a dom space. He'll fuck you rough and hard while also making sure you tell him how much you like it. He loves the struggle and fight when having rough sex. Fighting for power and overpowering each other again and again drives him wild. Expect a couple of power exchanges with sex either ending with you on top and riding him or him on top of you and pounding you.

Pussy

Epel's cunt is HAIRY and he likes it that way. It's wild but it's clean. If his clit wasn't massive, you'd struggle to find it in all the hair. His clit is actually bigger than Vil's cock, almost 4 in in length (~9 cm), and he has a good sized hood over it. Also, if you tell Epel this, he is ecstatic. He loves when you suck off his clit or he fucks your face with it. He does like pegging you, but sex with him is usually spontaneous so he usually doesn't have it when you fuck. He has worn his strap under his clothes sometimes in case the two of you decide to fuck, but whenever he does this he gets horny and just seeks you out to fuck you. If you want to top him, he's hesitant but willing to try. He's not going to be as vocal as when he tops, mostly because he isn't mumbling about how hot you are cause he can't think when bottoming. But, if you edge him, he gets very whiny and will... kinda beg. His begging is more like demanding you make him cum.

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the-stars-shine-with-me · 7 months

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Sweet apples

Epel x reader

♡sorry if it's bad i was so sleepy writing this♡

Today was the worst , Vil scolded him at every step. He wanted to scream at him to shut up so bad but he decided to calm down another way when he saw you pass him in the hall, waving at him with a smile.

He was thrusting his hips fast into you , his cock brushing that sensitive spot with every thrust, moans of his name fell out of your mouth as you came on his cock again,coating it white. You didn't even know how many times you came , you were so sensitive as your brain turned to mush , only his name coming out of your mouth as you could only think abt his cock filling you up.

He continued his thrusts , this time faster , in meant he was close "Ah- how about i fill you up again huh? " you couldn't protest as he came inside you again , fucking his cum inside you.

His thrust got rougher and faster , and he came gripping your waist to hold you still. He finally collapsed next to you , hugging your already asleep body "Good night my beautiful apple"

He started moving again and you tapped his shoulder weakly "mh~ too much e-epel" he slammed his cock inside you making you scream "this is the last time dear , i promise" he said and started his rough thrusts again . You came on him again , you were so sensitive and you looked so pretty , your cheeks stained red , a line of drool covering the side of your mouth and drops of sweat making your face glow in the moonlight.

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the-stars-shine-with-me · 7 months

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everyone fawns over hucow!Epel, calling him cute and doting over him... it makes him so mad!! he wants everyone to see him as a big, strong, manly man! he gets all huffy with his handlers and starts nipping when they call him cute. imagine: Crowley assigns him a new handler because the other ones are sick of getting headbutted and nipped. in comes his cute new handler, and they're so perfect! they treat him well without being condescending and he really thinks he's finally gotten the perfect handler! then... he gets called cute again. Epel decides to show them how manly he is and make sure he never gets called cute again.

fun epel facts: there's concept art that was displayed at an exhibition showing epel fully cross dressed, it's p cute actually

his final design also looks almost exactly the way his grandma did when she was younger

cw: josou seme, afab reader, dubcon(reader kinda lets Epel get away w it even though they're not feeling it tbh), hybrids(hucows), male lactation, doggie style, name calling(stupid mutt, bitch, slut etc), slapping, hair pulling, blackmail,

Having been warned that your assigned cow was extremely difficult to work with, that he had run through almost a dozen handlers and that you'd probably quit in a few days had you high strung on your first meeting.

After meeting him you were confused to say the least.

Epel was polite, soft spoken, and aloof at times. It seemed to be an intentional attempt at distancing himself from you.

But he opens up to you in due time.

You see him as an equal. Unlike his past handlers you don't patronize him. He loves that.

He tries showing off for your attention often but even if his attempts aren't successful he's still going to try. He wants you to think he's cool!

Maybe the stars just aligned at the right time or Vil just trusts you enough to take care of Epel the same way he would but he's less helicoptermom-y now that you're around, much to Epels delight.

Vil will be Vil but at least he's not forcing his way into almost every facet of Epel's life anymore.

Still, not much else has changed.

It's not that he doesn’t like doing shows, he tells you. It's that they treat him more like a heifer than a bull.

He's forced to wear those stupid frilly outfits for shows, all lacey and tight, just to put on performances for venues full of older men. He hates the way they look at him.

He can't wait until his growth spurt finally kicks in, then he'll finally be taken seriously as a bull.

Milking him is easy.

The machines tickle him on good days and make him a little sore on bad ones. depending on which type of day it is he will be either staring into space blankly or blinking away frustrated tears from overstimulation hoping you don't notice.

His milk has a subtly sweet taste.

Unlike with his past handlers Epel doesn't mind taking baths with you, especially if it means getting to spend more time with you in the main house.

It means alot to him when it's you. Leaning up against your neck while basically feeling him up while washing him is almost like heaven for the boy, almost.

He wants more but you must not see how frustrated and wanting it leaves him.

It makes him so angry with you truthfully. He wants you so bad and you wouldn't even consider him in a million years.

"See! I ain't some precious lil' calf that needs protectin' so stop treatin' me like one ya bitch!" Epel shouted from behind you, yanking your head back by the hair he held in his balled up fist.

Droplets of water falling from his still damp lavender pelt onto your back in time with his thrusts.

His movements are frantic and unskilled. Too worried about clumsily chasing his own pleasure to care about much else.

The cold tile of the bathroom floor was uncomfortable to kneel on to say the least, and the hard marble of the tub pushed up against your chest uncomfortably.

The constant jostling of your body didn't make it easier to ignore.

But you didn't say as much. Trying your best to keep quiet, you don't say much of anything.

Maybe this was your fault? you had no way of knowing a quick compliment would set him off the wrong way but… maybe you should have?

Maybe letting off some steam would be good for him? the poor boy must be so pent up right? maybe it's best to let him go at it till he tires himself out.

Epel's slender hands moved from gripping your hair to desperately tugging at your hair to gripping at the fat of your hips in an attempt to keep his frantic pace.

"I really did think it would be different this time. But y'er no better. Patronizin' me just like the others" he said between pants.

A harsh slap against your thigh echoed in the bathroom before he went back to pulling at your hips.

His continued attempts at pushing his dick as far into the back of your cunt as physically possible became even more frantic, if that was even possible, he was close.

"But maybe ya' are different. I never had one of those pretty ladies let me mount them so easy before! Y'er jus' like a stupid mutt in heat."

That comment did earn a defeated whimper in reaction from you

With that Epel's petite body stiffened up and he emptied himself of all he had inside of you. White filling your insides in excess and leaking down onto the bathroom floor to form conjoined puddles.

You didn't even bother to try sitting up.

Not that you could easily with his wet warm body laid out against your back. You took this time to catch your breath while you had the chance.

His softening cock still lay nestled inside of you

"Don' fall asleep on me" he slurred " You still gotta clean me up okay? It'd be a shame if Crowley and Vil found out that the sweet new girl they trusted so quickly was a good for nothing slut that couldn't control herself around even the smallest bulls wouldn't it?"

Sitting up and pulling back enough to slip himself out of you Epel stretched.

The high pitched whine he let out as he did was cute, not that you'd verbalize that, you learned your lesson.

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the-stars-shine-with-me · 7 months

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Yandere Kazuha Drabble

Warnings: Kidnapping (held hostage in your own home), drugging, somnophilia, noncon, implied virgin Kazuha and breeding kink

Notes: Been having some Kazuha on my feed lately and I had to write for him. Also, if you'd like me to add a "cut" let me know I'm kind lazy rn but if it bothers you don't be shy. :)!

Kazuha feels bad, you were so scared. His sword to your throat and his other hand twisting your arm behind your back. He couldn't help feeling a bit of guilt and pleasure from hearing your small whimpers and sniffles. When you met him he was so upset when you didn't say "your welcome" to his gratitude, you just nodded and practically ran away. So for the following weeks you'd occasionally "accidentally" run into him, but you'd stutter out an apology and huridly walk away before he could answer. He thought it was cute seeing you all flustered and shy.

He lead you back into your house and locked the door and he stared at your trembling form. Your hands wipe the tears from your face as you look at the floor, "P-please" you whisper out, "I-I don't have much-" but he walks forward making you gulp and stop midsentence. His hand cups your cheek and makes you look up, it was the boy from the docks, you avoid eye, "I don't want anything from you" he states wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Just do as your told and you should be fine" your lips tremble as a sob builds up in your throat, it comes out a bit but your hands clasp over your mouth. You don't want to anger the man, "Hm" a satisfied hum as he let's you go and walks toward your kitchen.

He takes out herbs from his pockets and removes your kettle from its cabinet. You wanna question how he knows it's there but you don't wanna get in more trouble so you stand in the exact spot, frozen by fear. Kazuha starts a tea with the herbs and while he's bending down for cups you decide to run, your room wasn't far and though you're not one for risks- your life wa on the line anyways. As you make a right your left arm hits the wall and you resist the urge to stop. But you're barely half way down the hall when a gust of wind slams you into the wall at the end. You cry out in pain as your ears ring from the impact you have a cut on your forehead and when your hand comes up to press on the wound his foot steps on it pinning it down. It hurt like hell as you look up and fave your captor he seems upset but not in a, "How dare you" way but in a, "You give me no choice" kind of way.

The man slings you over his shoulder as you cry into in back he places you down on a chair in the dining area. A warm cup of tea is waitirfor you, "Drink." he demands pushing the cup closer. You're too busy wiping the tears off your face but he slams his first down on the table, which catches your attention, and though you're crying you nod and grab the warm cup.

You drink a few sips then put your cup down sniffling, "S-sir..." you pause before crying into your hands, "Don't hurt me, m'sorry. I don't know what I d-did wrong" you sounded so pitiful as he points to the cup, "Drink it. All. " he demands grabbing the cup and pushing it into your lips. Submissively you do so, it's hot and it burns your tongue and throat a bit but you tough it out and try to force yourself.

You don't remember anything after that, everything went black soon after you finished your cup. Kazuha however, remembers everything.

He picked you up and tossed you onto the bed and began hungrily taking your clothes off. He left hickeys on your neck and collarbones as his hands fondled your warm boobs. "Mmm, what a pretty girl" he whispers pulling at your soft nubs. His tongue licks between your breast and chills ran down your unconscious spine. You shift in your sleep as he flicks your nips. He watches your face in awe as it contorts when he sucks on your tit. A small moan leaves your lips and he almost looses it, he quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed you into a matingpress position. His spat on your already wet pussy hoping to help it lube things up. Kazuha tries to take it slow, but as soon as his tip enters your warm hole he whimpers and start pounding into you. The bed creaks with each thrust as labored breaths and huffs leave your mouths. A moan escapes him when your pussy clenches around his cock. He wonders if you could sense how good he's making you feel. "Aha~" you cry out and he realizes that nails are digging into the fat on your hips. But he doesn't stop, it turns him on and he picks up the pace, "It's ok sweetie- ah- almost there" he reassures your knocked out form. You cum on his cock and he's still chasing his climax as sweat drips down your faces and tears brim his eyes. A moan of relief leaves his mouth when he cums inside your cunt, he collapses onto your front side and looks at you for a bit, "I still have time" he mumbles wiping his tears of joy. "Gotta make sure you don't leave me" he flips your over onto your stomach and pounds your pussy from behind. He'll make sure you can't walk in the morning, and that his seed finds your sweet unfertilized eggs.

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Cuddling and having a sleepy and comfortable makeout session with your partner, them lying atop you as you enjoy yourselves. They pull away and lick up your neck before slightly grunting and you feel a warmth spreading across your lower body as you realise they're marking you as their territory. You begin to protest but are immediately muffled by more kisses, pinned beneath them and forced to take it. Nothing you can do as they giggle and grind on you, their lips assaulting yours as all you can do is moan in submission.

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Hello! May I please request a Che'Nya x Fem! Brat! Reader? Chenya is just so,, OABAHZNAHZHAHABXNSNCJ....... but,,, can it be a scenario where she won't stop teasing him and lightly tugging on his ears/ and or tail just to mess with him, only for him to turn the tables? thank you so much!!<33333

✧ ft. che'nya x reader

✧ fandom: twst┊genre: spice┊w/c: 4.2k┊format: fic

✧ content: fem!afab!reader, mean!dom!che'nya, inaccurate cat tropes that i loosely researched, shameless smut, overstimulation, finger fucking, cunnilingus, breeding kink, a bit of degredation kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, brat taming

— a/n. i shit u not. i screamed when i got this. LSNOEAW THE CHE'NYA CONTENT IN TWST IS BASICALLY NONEXISTENT AND I'M DOING SOMETHING ABT IT. AND I UNDERSTAND HOW FEEL ANON, HE'S JUST PERFECT LKNFAOEIFNAOIWAW IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD

The rundown dusty abandoned ramshackle dorm is as silent as it gets - 'cept for the soft snores of your lover, sleeping soundly on your bed. His form is curled and hunched as he snuggles his back closer to feel your warmth, subtly seeking your comfort even when he’s asleep. Your relationship with Che’nya has been a bit difficult to describe. He’s sweet for the most part but he’s a lot more complex than you’d like him to be - words and sentences that don’t make sense, actions that don’t reciprocate his feelings, and personality that doesn’t fit his morals.

But one thing has always quipped your curiosity - and it’s his cat-like features.

It's been one of the few things that's been nagging your head. His fluffy ears and responsive tail catch your eye when you talk to him. Maybe his nervous system sends signals to those particular body parts as a way to illustrate his internal reactions? But you’re not entirely sure about that theory, not until you test it yourself. Though maybe that isn’t such a good idea? Even if his body conveys his emotions, it’s difficult to pinpoint what he’s thinking.

Che'nya turns his back towards you, nudging your leg with his forehead, a small purr emitting from him.

You’ve questioned him about it before but unfortunately, you never received a proper answer from him either. Each question that begs an answer regarding his genetics is immediately shut down with a vague and useless reply. You’d even go as far as to say you’ve never had a proper conversation with him but that’s part of his charm.

You can hear the faint vibration across his chest as he curls further into a comfortable position. A smile stretches across your features as you place a hand on his head, gently petting his soft silky lavender hair. You flinch when his ear twitches slightly and perhaps it's the sudden touch. You almost let out a snort by remembering how hypersensitive cats can be.

You're unsure whether you should let curiosity get the best of you.

There's no harm in a little indulgence, isn't it?

Your fingers deftly play with his piercings; the gold shimmer is against the pads of your digits. His purrs came to a halt as it's replaced by the harsh slam of his tail against the covers. You couldn't hold the small chuckle that escaped your lips. He's being childish again and it’s seen through his body language. You know he can’t help since it's part of his nature but you think that it’s quite adorable.

Che’nya is and will always be difficult to understand. You’re just glad that you can connect with him better with your new found knowledge.

"It's not very nice to play with my ears while I'm sleeping, nyan." His tone may be cheery but the annoyance behind them is clear. You know he means well but sometimes, it's hard to tell apart whether he's joking or not. Usually, it's the latter. You let out a condescending hum when he turns to face you - the cheekiness radiating from your grin which he matches with his own cheshire smile.

"If you wanted to play you could've said so." Your weight shifts on the mattress as the thin smoke of air lingers on the spot your lover was not too long ago. You’ve been aware of his unique magic for quite a while now but the instantaneous effect and seeing him evaporate into thin air still shocks you. Afterall, you aren’t from this world so witnessing an unusual surge of magic is still new to you.

"Che'nya!" You exclaim with a frown as if you’re scolding him. "Don't you suppose using your unique magic is a bit unfair? I’m completely magicless here." Your eyes flicker through every corner of the room for a sign of movement but all you can discern is an ominous laugh, reverberating across the walls. "It's just a simple game of hide and seek, nyan. Such a feeble game bears no harm~" His voice echoes, broken like multiple people are talking in unison so you’re unable to pinpoint his location.

He’s always been a bit infuriating - does what he wants on a whim, unpredictable and downright awful at acting normal. Your feet feel the wooden floors of your room, head turning here and there, still looking around. ”You’re really being unfair, y’know?” The cute pout you have is evident and all you hear is a snicker. You stand up with a sigh escaping you, a tad bit done with his games.

He’s been so easy to rile up these days but it’s disappointing that his ‘anger’ seems to translate differently and variously. It’s like throwing a pair of dice; every result is different from the last. His emotions and reactions are inconsistent, ranging based on how he wants to react.

Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky that his anger morphed into playfulness. Because the last time you genuinely pissed him off you couldn’t walk for a day.

Your ears pick up his voice again. His tone is low, guttural - it almost sounds like a threat. “How fine you look when dressed in rage. Our enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You’re lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few.” Your legs freeze on the spot, immediately petrified when you suddenly feel hands wrap around your waist. Your head swiftly turns to look back to see the perpetrator and a huge dumb grin greets your harsh glare.

“That wasn’t very nice, y’know?” Che’nya only smiles at your pout, his sharp canines glistening slightly. “Nyan~” He meows at you as he tilts his head in a childish manner. He’s insane… Your eyebrows furrow in exasperation, annoyed at the act he’s dismissing your feelings and brushing them off lightly once more.

“Ugh, wipe that smile off of your face.” You drop, face first onto the soft mattress of your bed as you try to reckon with your anger issues. “You know it’d be more fun if you weren’t such a sore loser, nyan. Thinking that you can beat me at my own game.” You lift your head and your intense stare is still present. “Oh really?” Your tone is sharp and laced with sarcasm.

An eyebrow is raised at you in amusement before Che’nya lets his weight sink on the bed beside you, laying flat on his side to observe every reaction he can pull from you. You sit up straight on the bed, eyes still expressing your distress. It’s barely noticeable but you can hear it - the soft continuous purring and the source is none other than your so-called lover.

An absurd and immature idea pops into mind and your sour expression is replaced by a cunning smile. “Why is it that you never answer my questions directly?” His smugness morphs into genuine confusion. “For example, why do you choose not to explain what this is about?” The word is punctuated by the unexpected hold of his tail near the base where it’s conjoined to his lower back.

You feel him tense below you as an insufferable noise escapes him. His form disintegrates and completely disappears as you’re once more left alone on your bed. “Really, Che’nya? Topic avoidance? Now, that’s just being childish, isn’t it?” A smirk tugs on your lips, a bit satisfied that you managed to find a way to get back at him.

You’re really cute when you try to be, he has to admit that. But there are times when you’re just undeniably argumentative. And frankly, your act of indifference is quite vexing. It’s a bit tiring that you can’t understand the level of his generosity nor his consideration for your well-being. Che’nya tries to control himself, lessening his antics to a degree just to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. But seeing as you don’t have an ounce of respect on his boundaries, he might as well satiate your curiosity.

Perhaps it’s better to help you understand.

Your gaze lands on the feline and you can tell that his smile is forced. His tail is swishing behind him rather violently so your grin drops. “Do you know how the saying goes about curiosity, nyan?” His little quips are still there but you think that you should be concerned.

An audible gulp is heard from you and your eyes stare at every surface except his eyes. “Curiosity killed the cat…” Your confidence from earlier is now depleted and your heart is racing a thousand miles per hour. You get more nervous by the second as he gets closer in proximity, his legs in between yours - towering over you like some sort of deity or monstrosity.

One of his hands begins to intertwine with yours and his gentleness serves for you to question his advances. “Why are you asking me this exactly?” You let out a nervous chuckle - trying to make light of the tense situation. “It’s as exactly as you think, nyan.” His Chesire grin makes your shift in your seat, sinking further into the cushions. “Certain traits, even the most basic thing such as instinct, are derived or accurately similar to common felines, nyan.” His little meow allows you to ease up a bit, lowering your guard. You wanted to talk to him normally for once and now that you’re doing it, why does it scare you? Is it really that unusual for him to talk normally?

You swear his gold piercing eyes have glinted in mischief, its pupils narrowing into slits and you feel like it’s staring right into your soul. “But I don’t think you’re that knowledgeable about cats in general, aren’t you, nyan?”

Your expression illustrates both confusion and in fear, in need of answer yet scared of the effect it’ll cause. “It seems that you’re naively unaware of this small area here.” He guides your intertwined hand at the base of his tail and you feel him shudder at the contact before he hisses. He sounds like he’s in pain - does it hurt when you play with his tail that much?

You open your mouth to say something but you feel your knee nudge the particular swelling between his legs. The knowing look on his face gives you an answer and red begins to coat your cheeks. “Believe me when I say it's rude to touch them without our permission.” Panic sets in your veins when you realise the consequences of your actions, stuttering an apology but he only tutts you into silence as if warning you to remain docile.

“Ah-ah, ah, there’s one more thing you need to understand, nyan.” His unoccupied hand gently tugs a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel his clothed member slightly grind on your knee and you hear him emit a small whine, his head falling on your shoulders. “Male cats don’t go into heat.” The strands of his hair tickle the skin of your neck and you feel him bury his face further, taking in your scent. “Rather, it’s triggered by scent caused by a female’s heat. A biological reaction to mate with the next horniest woman flaunting herself.” His chuckle sends a shiver down your spine.

“In other words-” His head rises to meet your widened eyes. “You’re built to mate at any given moment.” You finish his sentence in a hushed voice and finally, you can see the threat behind his grin. “Such a smart girl.” He coos softly, leaving a small peck on your temple. You’d appreciate the gesture if it weren’t meant to demean you in any way but it does. It plays with your mind like the devil on your shoulder convincing you to indulge with sin that prevents any sort of redemption.

Sharp inhales are audible from you as you feel the pressure of his knee hit your clothed mound, your skirt overriding your thighs. “Che’nya-” You call out to him but the determined glint in his eyes prevents you from speaking further. “You should really learn how to finish what you started.” He warns, his voice an octave lower keeping you right where he wants you to be.

Before you know it, you’re facing the pillows and you’re flipped on your hands and knees - Che’nya pinning your body below him with his weight. You don’t know whether you should be excited or not. The adrenaline coursing through your nervous system is making you thoughts go into overdrive, resulting in arousal. To think that your carelessness will lead to Che’nya mounting you in a borderline primitive state.

“I can smell it, y’know?” The rough pads of his fingers rub you through your panties and the wet patch is noticeable. “You don’t know how much this-'' His two fingers pinch your clit against the fabric, earning a yelp. ``-is causing trouble for me. Furthermore, seeing as I’ve no control over it adds insult to injury.” His snarl leaves you with a funny feeling, your stomach churning as bliss overtakes your consciousness.

Should you be proud that you’ve brought him into that state? Clearly, you have some power over him but you’ve never felt more helpless. “I’ve noticed something about you, Y/N. It’s that whenever you’re scared, slightly or full-on terrified of me, you get wet. Now, I wonder why?” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his shameless words but what’s worse is that he’s right. It’s the reason you fell for him despite his obvious unhinging behaviour. “It’s not something I’d complain about but if all you wanted was attention you could’ve said so.”

His thumbs hook at the corner of your panties, dragging them down and intently observing how it leaves a trail of pre-cum all over your twitching cunt and thighs. “Look at that.” You feel the air of his chuckle hit your core before his thumb pries your lower lips open, observing how it clenches and unclenches over nothing. “Little girl’s feeling horny. How cute.” You wanted to say something about his demeanour but instead, a moan flies out of your mouth when his tongue intrudes and inserts itself into your dripping hole.

You bury your face into your pillows, ass lifted up against the air slightly bucking into his mouth and you swear you feel his grin against your cunt. Hearing him eat you out is worse than hearing him degrade you - those fucking indecent slurps serve as a reminder than you’re the one getting off of this. A hand comes up to play with your clit, fingers rubbing the small bundle of nerves in slow circles as the rough tongue writhe against your walls - both providing stimulation that makes you see white behind your eyelids.

Che’nya doesn’t want to be mean to you. He really doesn’t. But when you’re squirming so adorably, moaning so wantonly, he can’t help but proceed with his own cruel intentions. The throbbing of his member is downright painful when he’s this close to you; your scent causing the gears in his head to work like clockwork and only think of one thing and it’s breeding you.

How long has he detested his genetics? The uncontrollable urges and the miniscule problems adding a certain difficulty to manage his hormone-induced state - all of it has been frustrating but it’s different for a beastman. Controlling isn’t the problem but the willpower needed for restrain is. Time, patience and effort need to be in a collective team effort to manage such animalistic qualities. Balancing these variables is necessary - at least to him, it is. Do you know how it is easy for him to simply fuck you in any place he wanted? Any place he so desired when he wanted your cunt contract around his length? You’re so naive to think that he’s that kind when all he wants to whisk you away and to watch you bouncing on his cock like a drunken whore.

It’s you who’s making it harder for him. It’s your fault that you had to come into his life with your wondrous pretentious views about the world. It’s certainly you who takes the air out of his lungs because of the desperation he feels to have his seed dripping out of your hole. With one last lap of his tongue, the muscle collects your fluids before it finally retracts, gaining a lecherous whine from you.

You turn to look at him and he sees that your eyelashes are slightly damp from the tears, the droplets staining the pillowcase. “Mean…” You somehow muster to snark at him and he grins at you as a response. “Me? Mean? Not in the slightest.” His middle and ring fingers plunge into your wet cavern, slipping easily with the accumulated slickness of your cunt and eliciting a loud salacious moan. “Che’nya…!” Your voice breaks as you try to keep up with the unexpected pace he set, your lover completely engrossed on how he’s fucking his fingers into you. You flounder, unable to shift away from his hand until you’re now on your back once more, making it easy for your lover to hold you by the waist and pin you down.

What makes matters worse is that his thumb proceeds to cater to your clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub.

“You’re so cute, Y/N. All worked up over my hand.” His fingers repeatedly dive inside your walls with its onslaught, the friction adding a slightly painful burn that draws lewd noises from you. The rough pads of his fingers are brushing against your g-spot accurately so that your jaw falls slack and your eyes roll back in pleasure - too overwhelmed by his harshness. “Mhmm.” Che’nya nuzzles his head against your temple, your hair sticking to your skin as a thin layer of sweat coats your entire body.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. It looks like you’re about to squirt. Does your pussy love my fingers that much?” Che’nya giggles childishly beside you, clearly enjoying how he’s tormenting you. You’d like to be annoyed at his behaviour, call him out for his immaturity but you can’t- not when he’s knuckles deep inside you, pushing you closer to the edge.

Your hand holds his wrist weakly, as if it's trying to push it away to finally give you some time to catch your breath. “Ch’enya, please wait- fuck,” Curses fly out of your mouth as you opt to grip the sheets behind you, fingers digging into the fabric. Your orgasm comes down crashing over you making your toes curl and your back arch, feeling your legs cramp as you cum all over his fingers, making a mess all over the sheets. Your chest expands as you twitch in the aftermath of your release.

“M’still sensitive.” You try your best to convince him that it’s not the best time for you to take his cock, legs shakingly close but your pleas fall upon deaf ears as he holds your legs apart and stays between them. But as much as you’re not looking forward to the overstimulation, the sound of his belt unbuckling anticipates you. You bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning at the thought of his cock.

Che’nya seems to look as dishevelled as you are - strands of hair standing out, bangs sticking to his forehead due to the heat radiating off each of your bodies. “Don’t be greedy.” His voice is almost inaudible, focusing on pulling his cock out of his pants. One of his hands holds the crease of your rear, slowly sliding down to your thighs and propping them on his shoulder.

“You should really see the view up here.” His thumb caresses your lips, before it eventually parts your mouth open, pressing down on your tongue as he holds your jaw. Che’nya groans when he feels your tongue willingly lick the rough pad of his thumb like a shameless whore, so eager for some cock. He lines his cock at your entrance, the velvet head of his cock brushing against your slip, sliding it up and down just to see you squirm before finally slipping inside. Che’nya lets out a long groan as he finally feels your gummy walls clamping down on his shaft.

His gold piercing eyes stray to your hole, observing how it clenches around his length with each slow roll of his hips. “Cute pussy - taking me all in like the good girl she is.” He mumbles through a drunken haze as he delivers a harsh thrust, making your eyes roll at the back of your head. Heavy pants come from Che’nya as he drags his cock in and out of your hole as it creates a loud salacious squelch.

“You, f-fuck, talk to much for a damn cat.” An arm is placed over your head to try and ignore his words and how much they’re affecting you but you can’t deny how much you’re creaming all over him, clenching around him in a desperate attempt to feel more friction due to the slow tempo of his thrusts. You hear a mocking laugh and his weight shifts when he leans over. His breath tickles your skin and his sharp canines graze your neck. “You talk too much for someone who’s dripping all over my cock.”

One particular slam of his hips makes you jolt and a scream is drawn out from you. “Fuck!” You curse at the top of your lungs as the velvet tip of his cock hits that spongy spot that makes you light-headed. You hear him laugh once more and at this point, you give up - practically done and hoping he’d just fuck you already. “Che’nya, please- stop teasing. Just fuck me, please.” Your hand is placed on his nape, pulling him closer despite the dampness of your damp clothed figures, allowing yourself to fall down the rabbit hole and relish the overstimulation.

“There’s my good little kitten.” He loosely chuckles before setting hard, fast pace - each wet withdrawal of his cock returns precisely hitting your sweet spot and his bruising hold keeps you there and forces your hole to take every inch of him. You can’t form not a coherent thought behind your head and Che’nya can see that. Your tongue is lulled out, your eyes are rolling backwards, drooling all over yourself as he’s fucking you silly. The sight makes him snicker, satisfied with what he’s doing to you, making you his cock drunk whore.

“What a lewd little kitten.” His eyebrows furrow as he feels you clench and twitch around his cock violently. “Cumming already?” He pants against your ear, savouring the way your gummy walls tighten around him, gripping him like a vice. “You really have no idea what you do to me.” He moans shamelessly in your whilst giving another sharp and swift roll of his hips. Your moans is driving him inside and all he can witness is your tears falling down your eyes because of the constant pleasure he’s fucking into your system.

You don’t know how long you’ll last but the knot in your stomach is becoming tighter with every filthy word he spews ranging from praises to mean words that make your heart race. You feel conflicted but you’re too caught up at the thought of getting filled up, too caught up at the thought of getting his seed fucked into you over and over. “Ah..! Fuck please, please, m’close. M’close, Che’nya.” You whine as you feel your second orgasm catching up on you.

His eyes flutter to a close as he focuses on the pleasure he’s giving the both of you each time he bullies his cock into your abused cunt. “Go on, kitten. Make a mess.” A deranged laugh escapes Che’nya when he feels your walls convulse around his length, contracting tightly almost making him unable to breathe. It’s practically suffocating him and he’d be lying if he says it isn’t too much, but he’s so desperate to keep feeling this pleasure, encapsulate you into his mind and soul that he doesn’t want to stop.

Your back arches as the tightening knot in your abdomen finally snaps, a loud whine escaping you as liquids spray onto his jeans. Your legs tremble at the intensity of your orgasm. Your lover simply hisses at the sudden and constant contraction of your walls. “Fuck…” He curses faintly as his hips stutter, losing its momentum as he greedily chases his high until your orgasm gives him the final push to drive him over the edge, painting your walls white.

Both of you catch your breath panting as if both of you ran a marathon. The thick scent of sin enveloping the room and the thick spurts of cum being shoved by Che’nya soft repetitive thrusts. “Che’nya, please- wait. I need a break. Ah..!” Your pleadings never reach out to him as his hands somehow tear your remaining clothes open. His lips immediately attach themselves on your neck and chest, leaving kisses and marks.

You hear him beg amidst the static noises in your head, completely dizzy from your climax. “One more. Please. You can give me one more right? C’mon, kitten. M’need to breed and pamper this sweet little pussy.” Your lover has always been greedy and you know it never ends with one more.

Che’nya’s going to overstimulate the both of you until his legs give out but that’s your fault for starting this, isn’t it? This is what you wanted so you’ll just lay there and take it.

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back ♡

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