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The Throne || Darth Vader x GN! Reader

summary: he can sense your burning desire.

NSFW // smut

word count: 3713

warnings: thigh-riding, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, secret relationship, praise, cursing, unfair power dynamics, inappropriate usage of the force, mentions of canon-typical violence, fear, very brief and slight degrading, aftercare, soft vader, minor spoilers for Kenobi episode 3

a/n: listen i can't be the only one that thought of this during this scene. also please bear with me if this isn't that good,, i don't write smut very often

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Mustafar. Volcanic planet located on the Outer Rim with rivers of lava cascading all over its rich, black surface. With temperatures so hot enough to burn the inside of your lungs, it's virtually impossible for any living lifeform to thrive upon it. Its one of the last places anyone would want to go.

Yet, for some odd reason, you found yourself there frequently.

It wasn't what you were expecting when you joined the Empire. It wasn't in the slightest. Upon recruit not too long after the Republic fell, you were just expecting to be a solider. Another cog in the wheel. You had signed up just hoping to get any sort of security in a galaxy of seemingly never-ending hostility. You didn't even agree with the Empire. You were just scared of what would happen if you didn't join them.

Perhaps that is what drew him to you. The smell of your fear.

You had always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned how to make sure it didn't show on your face; in your posture. But god damnit it was hard in the Empire. It was even harder around him. Granted, you didn't expect to be assigned maintaining his squadron of troopers so quickly, so you had very little time to prepare yourself. You often found yourself wondering: if you did have time to prepare back then, would it have gone any different? Would you have gotten reassigned by now? Would you have caught his eye like you did? Would the two of you had grown so close as you did?

But, more importantly, would you be in the position that you're in right now?

Growing close to him, you soon found yourself following him everywhere he went. He would make it a point to bring you every single place he went to. And, made it even more of a point to have you close at all times. Even during important meetings where you weren't allowed to be present, he would order you to wait by the door for him to return. Or wait for him to send someone to come and fetch you. It was only then were you allowed to go anywhere else.

This was another one of those times.

You had been waiting outside that room for what seemed like hours. With the hunt for that Obi-Wan guy going on, you were sure that he had a meeting about something related to that with one if not all of the inquisitors. You had heard a lot about them through him; just how useless and weak they were. Of course, you knew despite all of his complaints about them, they were still a force to be reckoned with. They were orders of magnitude more powerful than you. But, of course, compared to him, they were nothing. And you knew that was ultimately what made them get on his nerves.

But, all the same, he still had to deal with them. And whether it was because he wanted to spare you the headache, or simply because he just couldn't let you in on that information, he had you wait outside for him to finish.

You had figured it was going to at most be a few minutes. That, however, turned out to not exactly be the case. The ache in your legs told you that it had at least been a decent while, coupled with the fact that you were growing tired of the view. Mustafar was beautiful, in a very odd, foreboding way. But even with a view like that, you grew tired of waiting. Especially because you weren't allowed to do anything but wait.

Sometimes, it was a painful trade-off; the relationship you had with Lord Vader. But would you trade it for anything?

No. Never in a million years. Call yourself crazy, but you had grown fond of the sith lord after all this time. And, at least to you, he had grown fond of you as well. There weren't many people you were fond of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to cling onto him like grim death. And if that meant tolerating his busy schedule, along with saving face and doing as he commanded when the two of you were in public (in order to not arouse any suspicion from the rest of the Empirical army), you would happily oblige.

Eventually, after letting what felt like the thousandth sigh that day escape through your lungs, you heard the faint sounds of boots clacking against the shiny, polished ground come around the corner, making your ears perk up at the noise. Turning to look over your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when you discovered that the footsteps didn't belong to Lord Vader. Instead, they belonged to one of the stormtroopers that had been stationed outside the door, his blaster held tightly to his chest as he addressed you.

"Commander (L/N)?" the trooper said, getting your attention, "He's ready for you now."

You hoped your eyes didn't reveal the excitement that bubbled up from deep inside you. Giving the trooper a quick nod and a soft thank you, you made it a point to watch the solider leave before you made any moves. He liked to know that when he got you to himself, there was no one around that could potentially ruin the experience. It used to make you scared; knowing that if he flipped his switch one day and killed you, there'd be no one around to hear you scream. But, over time, you found yourself agreeing with him on that.

You liked being alone with the Dark Lord.

Perhaps you have gone crazy.

Your boots clacking against the floor, you rounded the corner to the entrance to the room, stopping briefly in front of the closed doors to punch in your clearance-code. A green light flashed at you when the last of your numbers was punched in, and the large, metal doors parted to open up for you. Immediately, you were greeted with a flash of red light from within, emanating off the windows to the outside world. Stepping into the room, you were greeted as well with the sight of the man of the hour. Lord Vader was perched in the middle of the sleek, dark room, sitting in the equally-as sleek and dark throne in the middle of it all. If it weren't for the few lights within the room itself, coupled with the deep crimson coming from outside, you wouldn't have even noticed that he was there. As soon as he saw you come in, you felt his gaze from behind the mask fall upon your smaller frame, the sound of his rhythmic, mechanical breath filling your ears.

"Commander (L/N)." he rumbled out, not moving an inch from his seated position as he continued to stare ahead at you. This earned a soft smile from you as you reached down beside the doorframe, pressing a few buttons on the control pad to close the doors behind you and lock them there from the inside.

"There's no need for the formalities, Vader." You responded as you pressed the last few buttons on the controls, "I made sure everyone was gone when I came in. It's just us now."

From the corner of your eye, you could see him relax a little more in his seat as you crossed your arms over your chest. Leaning against the doorframe, you were able to get a much better look at him now. Even sitting down, he still had his iconic intimidation factor. And, he still looked huge. He was a very large man to begin with; over six-and-a-half feet tall, all that bulk and armor. Maybe sitting down only amplified just how big his muscles were, because god damn. He really could make anyone feel small. Without even trying.

Interesting.

"How'd it go?" you asked him, lifting up your legs and bending them at the knee one by one to stretch them out.

You watched as he settled his back against the expanse of his throne, his hands loosely balling up into hard, leathery fists.

"I find myself growing more impatient with their incompetence by the hour." He rumbled out, his tone making it clear that he was quite frustrated after that meeting. This made you breathe out a sympathetic yet amused smile with a shrug.

"That's understandable, though." You replied, "I mean, they aren't you, Vader. I'm telling you: You should just go out there yourself, find him yourself. It'll save a lot of people a lot of hassle. And you'd find him a lot quicker."

He let out a low rumbles at your words; a sound he made when he knew that you were right.

"I am afraid I am assigned those fools by order of my master." He said. The mention of that man made you roll your eyes. Yeah, he was your boss, but from what you knew from Vader, he liked to make things unnecessarily complex just for grandiosity. Hell, you weren't even his apprentice, and you were annoyed with him You couldn't imagine how Vader felt about it. But, it was clear to you then that at the very least, he was beyond frustrated about the whole matter. He would never outwardly say it, but you just knew he was.

He didn't have to say it for you to know.

Picking yourself off of the doorframe, you clacked your boots over to where the Sith was sitting, kneeling down in front of him from in-between his long, muscular legs to be more at eye-level.

"Hey," you said softly, smiling up at him from your crouched position as you laid your soft hand on top of his own sat overtop his armored knee, "I'm sure that they'll pull their act together soon, alright? I mean, they have the most intimidating boss in the Galaxy. Surely that's enough motivation for them to get the job done. If not, well, just remind him who their boss is."

Vader stared down at you without a word, his mask pointed right at your face as he gazed down at you. You noticed how his breath in his respirator hitched briefly shortly before he spoke again.

"You have quite the outlook on such matters as these, (Y/N)." He rumbled out. Lifting up the hand that wasn't underneath your own, he reached down and gently cupped your face in his mechanical palm, earning another soft smile out of you from beneath him.

"I'm just telling you how it is. And I just know what you like to hear." you retorted back, leaning your head into his palm as you felt his thumb gently rub back and forth upon your flesh. Shifting your weight onto your knee, you released the hand you had on the one in his lap, replacing it with one on top of the one he had on your face, giving it a gentle squeeze. You relished in the brief moment of silence that fell overtop the pair of you before you spoke again, softer this time.

"I missed you today." You nearly whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear through his helmet. It was very much the truth; you had missed him. Even though you weren't gone for that long.

You watched as his head tilted to the side.

"Is that so?" he questioned. If you weren't paying attention, you would have missed the slight hint of amusement in the back of his voice; in the way the hand on your cheek tightened ever so softly. You nodded in response, feeling your face heat up at his words.

He let out another rumble, sitting back in his chair ever so slightly. He slipped his gloved hand from off your cheek, trailing his long, thick, robotic fingers down the length of your jaw. They found their new home resting upon your chin, the bone being held firmly yet gently between his thumb and pointer finger as he tilted it upwards towards his mask. Getting a good look at your flushed face, his thumb began to travel across your smooth, plump skin, gliding itself over your bottom lip and gently tracing the bottom of it as well.

"Perhaps I have been too neglectful of your needs as of late, commander." He said to you, his voice just a touch deeper than the normal dark, deep bass that it is.

Retracting the hand off your face, Lord Vader fully leaned back in his chair, fixing his posture to sit as straight as possible. The sith pushed his hips out from his seated position, making his legs extend out from his chair just a tad bit more. He snaked his hand down onto his large, thick thigh, patting the material that covered the muscle a few times as an invitation.

"Come."

Obeying his demands, you stood up from your kneeling position, stepping in such a way that each of your legs were on either side of his large thigh. You sat yourself on the midway point between his knee and hip bone, finding the seat rather comfortable despite being so menacing. Unable to quite get your balance at first, you rested your smaller hands on his chest, on either side of the panel of buttons that adorned his solar-plexus. The sith made note of how you seemed to be unable to find your proper balance and decided to help. Reaching out to you, you felt him place one large, strong, gloved hand on either one of your hips, giving them a squeeze of approval as he rubbed his thumbs into the bone underneath your clothing.

The Dark Lord seemed to simply admire you for a moment, perched on his thigh before him. He could feel the way your hands trembled lightly as they laid upon his chest; see the way your eyes were already glazed over in want. He was a busy man. he didn't get to be this close to you as often as he wanted to be.

That's why, when he did get the chance, he was keen on making it memorable.

Your lips parted as you felt his hands begin to travel up and down the expanse of your waist, the way his fingers ghosted over your back making you shudder in the cold, dark room. Your smaller body was warm under his touch, him able to feel it even through all the different layers of clothing and armor that adorned the two of you. Even though you couldn't see exactly where he was looking, you could feel his eyes on you as you felt his hands travel slowly down your back, stopping only briefly to give your hips and butt a tight squeeze.

"You seem unsettled, little one." he spoke to you, making note of the way your hands laid against him, alongside the bend of your brow as your face heated up some more.

"I-It's just been a little while, my lord." you responded back, feeling how his hands traveled back upwards to rest on your hips once again. He let out a rumble of approval at your verbiage; at the way you addressed him. You knew he liked to be called that during times like these. And he knew that you knew. This only added to his satisfaction. But still, the the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous. You were right in saying that it had been a while. He's a very busy man.

But then again, there's no need to fret, small one. Lord Vader would never do anything to hurt you.

Not unless you asked him to.

Lord Vader reached up one of his hands and brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his knuckles, "There is no reason to worry, my sweet. I have promised you long ago that I would always take care of you."

The Dark Lord placed his back on your hip.

"Now, allow me to prove it to you, little one. Follow my lead, and don't stop until I say. Otherwise there will be consequences."

Before you could blabber out a response to him, you felt his grip on your hips grow tight, enough to where you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. Without warning, the sith begun to grind your hips down onto his thick, muscular thigh, rocking you back and forth in small motions as your clothed crotch ground against his leg. The sudden motion made you gasp, your hands palming at his chest and shoulder armor as a desperate attempt to keep you balanced. After the initial shock of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you began to rock your hips along with his assistance. A plethora of soft, quiet moans and whimpers escaped your lips, your face heating up even further as you heard your sounds ricochet off of the walls of his throne room.

"There you are, my sweet, there... Keep going, pet. Give yourself to me." Lord Vader commanded you, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching you gasp again, but this time a loud, breathy moan following it. Embarrassed by making such a lewd noise, you bit your bottom lip as you tried to suppress your whines, curling your waist as you tried to grid against him further.

Seemingly displeased with you trying to hold back your voice, you watched through blurry, need-filled eyes as the dark lord snaked one of his hands up your body. It only stopped once it reached your chest, the sheer size of it nearly engulfing the entire expanse of your ribcage. Without much of a warning, you couldn't hold back your needy cries as he started to knead and grope at your chest.

"You said you know what I like to hear, correct?" he asked you, only it was phrased as if it were a demand, "Then act like it."

A pang of fear at his displeasure shot through your body. You has yet to see what a punishment from him looked like, and you found yourself not very keen that afternoon to see exactly what it would be. Following his demands, you nodded your head in response and kept your moans vocal without any shame. At the loss of one of his hands, you were finding it hard to balance on his thigh again, making your movements more sloppy than what he would have liked. As a solution, you felt the air around you grow tense as he reached out with his power, using the aid of the force to keep you in place.

Your face looked helpless as you continued to gasp and moan at every stroke along his leg, your cries just has helpless as you.

"F-Fuck- ahh fuck, my lord..! Please, don't stop! So good..!" you blubbered out in between your moans, your hips desperately trying to keep up with his pace.

"Look at you, darling. What a mess you are. You are doing so well for me, little one. Good... keep going. Obey me and I shall reward you." He rumbled in response, his hand on your chest gripping and massaging in all the right places.

After a good while of following his movements, you could feel the old, familiar coil winding inside your stomach. It made your movements more erratic, even to the point to where you were moving your waist much faster than he was guiding you. Feeling your increase in pace, Vader knew that could only mean one thing. To help you along, he began to bounce his knee at random intervals, finding it quite amusing the way you would gasp each time. Your fingers on his chest gripped onto him with nearly all your strength. Your moans had grown louder by the second, only this time you didn't care how embarrassing it was.

It was only him, you were giving them to, anyway.

"I sense that you are close." He said to you, almost so nonchalantly that it made you wanna scream. You tried to respond to him as best you could, but the only thing you could blather out through your thick, lusty haze that crept across your being.

"It is alright, my star. Let go for me. Show me just how I and I alone make you feel."

With that, you let yourself go for him, relishing in the orgasm that ripped itself through your body and forced a plethora of moans escape your lips. Your orgasm made your body go weak, the pure, raw bliss coursing through your veins rendering you unable to move a muscle. To help you ride your high, Lord Vader pushed your hips into his thighs a few more times, his mechanical breath far more ragged than before. He watched as you rose and then came back down from your state of euphoria, watching you without a word as your chest rose and fell beneath his touch as you panted. As he released you from his hold on you through the force, he gently reached out and guided you down to lay against his chest, sensing that you would be far too weak to sit there on your own.

Your body was hot against his, and your small hands grabbed at any part of him that he could reach. With your body in toe, he leaned against the back of his throne, one hand stroking through your sweat, dampened forehead whilst the other held onto you, his arm snaked around your torso. He could tell that you were quite tired now as he rumbled out a few short, small praises to you, not expecting any sort of response in return. Which, for the moment he was fine with. You had done so well for him. It would just be cruel to have you keep going in a state such as this. After having you, he felt much more charitable than he normally did at any given moment.

And whilst sitting upon his throne? In his castle, on his planet on his edge of the galaxy? With his little darling so cutely in his arms?

How could he not be in such a better mood?

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Private Lessons Part 3: Gratitude

Kinks: Bondage, oral sex, kitty pet name, DDLG (NOT ageplay), D/s dynamic

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Private Lessons Part 3: Gratitude 

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you repaid my generosity?” 

Aizawa’s fingers gingerly caressed your cheek, leaving little jolts of electricity zipping down your sides. The affectionate gesture melted you, eyelids fluttering as the pleasant tingles sent goosebumps flashing across your skin. You turned and kissed his palm, nudging against it before staring up at him through your lashes.

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guilty pleasure this guilty pleasure that, I don't feel guilty abt pleasure, I'm not catholic

sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault

Valentine’s Day drawing from last year hehe, what would you do? 👀

I dunno if it's stated anywhere in canon material since I've only read bnha fics for the longest time, but do mic even sleep?? like, he got three jobs that probably takes up the majority of his day (teacher in the morning, hero late afternoon to night time, radio host at like 1 fucking am).... like, maybe his show is only on certain days every week and he starts his hero work in the late afternoon or something but then that still doesn't leave him with much time to spend with his darlings :((

i believe canon has stated that his radio show is only on either fridays or saturdays, and it runs from 1am to 4am (which actually blows because if UA is like other japanese schools they run for 6 days a week with only Sunday off)

but yeah, we’ve got these depictions of Aizawa being extremely lazy and sleepy, meanwhile we’ve got Mic who at any given time is running on 4 hours of sleep, coffee, and an unholy amount of energy drinks. i bet he would die to just fall asleep with his head in his darling’s lap. or soft booty. or some nice titties if ya got em

GN tiefling TAV who basically tames Raphael. Like TAV treats him like a dog and Raphael just gives in. I just like the idea of Raphael the powerful devil being 'domesticated' by his lover🤭NSFW perhaps?

Obedience (Raphael x GN Tiefling Reader)

Author's Note: As soon as I got this ask, I had an image in my mind and I hope it lives up to expectations. Thanks for the request, darling. Thanks for reading, friends! *Also smut, degradation, and wicked fun.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

"Tav!"

Your foot ceased its rapping on the floor.

"Yes? Sorry."

"What's got you so worked up, soldier?"

Karlach's concern made you sigh and drag your hands down your face. How could you ever explain what was running through your mind?

"I've just been thinking about Raphael's deal."

Her eyes widened as she slapped her hands on her knees.

"You aren't actually thinking of taking it?"

"Ha! Hells no. But I'm tired of him. I think he's reached the end of his usefulness when it comes down to it."

"Well, we still need the hammer."

"Yes, but we didn't come all this way and go through everything we did just to not be able to steal a hammer from some puny cambion, did we?" Your sharp teeth flashed wolfishly at her. "I'll be back. I have an idea."

"Do you need backup? Hello?!"

Her voice followed you out of the room. Your daggers were still at your side in their sheaths, thank goodness. Your hands were itching for a fight, but you stayed your impulses. For now.

~~~

You slunk through Sharess' Caress, shooting a wink at the drow twins as you passed them on the staircase. Following the stairs up and out to the upper level was easy, if you didn't count all the bodies molded together along the sides and in dark corners. Thankfully you managed to slip by them and burst out through the doors into the crisp air of the evening. Turning right, you took long strides until you were right outside the Devil's Den. With a raised fist, you pounded on the door. Steps hastily came to the door, incoherent raging heard as he moved closer.

"What in the hells is the matter with- Oh, you've returned to me."

Raphael stood in the doorway, lips curled up as his face twisted into a smug smirk. Hells, I'd love to smack that expression off his face. He waited as you glared at him, curiosity piquing the longer you stood without saying a word.

"Well, are you coming in or have you just shown up to stare at me? Not that I would blame you, I am positively delightful to look at."

His pompous demeanor was the last straw. You whipped out a dagger and before he could blink, pressed it on his neck, forcing his chin back. You stepped forward, causing him to step back into the room. With a whack of your boot, you slammed the door shut and used your other hand to lock it. His eyes narrowed at you, rage simmering in their depths.

"Fine. I'll play along. What are you hoping to accomplish with this absurd stunt?"

You kept your mouth shut and walked him back until he was pressed against the wall. Your free hand started at his waist and slid up his chest and around the back of his neck. A wicked delight coursed through your body as you watched him becoming more and more unsettled the longer you kept silent.

Finally, you curled your fingers around the side of his neck and dug your nails in just enough to hurt. You brought your face close to his, cheek pressing firmly to his own. you suppressed a shudder and squeezed his neck just a mere bit more. Your tail flicked in agitation.

"I’m tired of this, Raphael. I’m tired of you following us around, tired of your meddling. What is it that you really want?"

"I didn't think you a blabbering fool," he spat. "I've told you that I will give you the hammer in exchange for the Crown of Karsus."

"Mm. I don’t think so. Do you want to know what I think? I think you want someone to play with. And I think you’ve gotten too used to playing with people and now it’s time for someone to have their turn at it."

His face contorted into a scowl.

"You insolent little beast," he snarled.

"Ha! You are absolutely right. I have no respect for you. You who sat in your palace above while my kin suffered. You who, with a wave of your hand and sign of a pen, control lives and distort them to a shadow of what they were. I won’t stand for it. You have no right," you hissed.

His hand jerked up and you slapped it away. A growl reverberated between you, both of you with your teeth bared.

"By my birth, I have every right."

"And there lies the problem," you mused. Daddy’s little boy who's upset about not getting his way. A pathetic man who knows nothing of sacrifice. Who’s never had to work for anything. Who lives on as mortals fight and die for what they believe in. You are a waste of my time, a waste of life."

"Then why did you even bother coming here?"

"Because, Raphael. I told you I wanted to play," your lips split into a wicked grin.

“You-“

You pressed even closer, lips brushing over the lobe of his ear.

“Hush now, Raphael. I meant what I said at the beginning of our journey. Speak another word and I will cut out your tongue.”

He glared at you, but remained silent.

"I want you to leave my friends and I alone. No more deals. No more tricks. You're finished. It's time for you to go back and sit among the souls you've tormented for so long."

He sneered, his lip curling up in distaste. You pressed the knife harder, a vicious gleam in your eyes as you watched a single drop of blood slide down and stain his collar. You'd come this far, why not take the risk and mess with him further? As the next drop slid down, your tongue darted out and licked a line up his neck. He looked mildly horrified as your tongue darted out to lick your lips.

"Hm. Seems you were lying to Astarion when you said your blood burned hotter than wyvern whiskey."

His hands balled into fists at his side.

"Easy now, wouldn't want you to get all... emotional."

He snapped his fingers and you swayed, clutching onto him as you were transported to the House of Hope. You tamped down your rage and nausea, holding your knife up in a fighting stance, realizing that as you'd arrived, he'd moved you further away from him.

"Out!" he yelled.

The tortured souls fled the dining room, doors shutting on their way out, leaving just the two of you facing off on opposite sides of the table.

"Put the godsdamned knife down, dear. Wouldn't want you to get hurt." He pressed his fingers to his temples and shook his head. "You're becoming more trouble than you're worth, little mouse."

You circled around the table, a fire blazing in your eyes and pointed your knife at the nearest chair.

"Sit."

He analyzed you, trying to decide his course of action.

"Fine, I'll play your little game."

He sat down with ease, but his body betrayed him. He was tensed and ready to spring if you misstepped. You sheathed your knife and held up your hands in a gesture of peace, albeit a temporary one. You spun the chair around next to his and brought it closer, dragging it across the floor. He gritted his teeth and tightened his fists on the armrests of his chair.

"Why do you insist on antagonizing the cat, little mouse?"

You grinned, leaned in close, and put your hands on his knees, squeezing and running your fingers up his thighs. He froze, eyes glued to where your touch was tracing over the smooth material of his trousers.

"You keep calling yourself a cat," you murmured. You rose slightly and moved closer, surprising even yourself as you nipped at his neck, nudging his head to the side with your long horns. Your tail snaked around his leg, squeezing tightly. "But all I see," you continued, "is a mangy cur who's all bark and no bite."

"Mangy?!" he cried, "I am not-"

You cut him off and emphasized your last word by biting down on his neck and sucking, being sure to leave a mark. Your hands danced over his legs, upward to the apex of his thighs where you grazed the tips of your fingers over where his cock lay. He jolted in the chair and you clamped both hands on his wrists. You leaned forward, forcing him back and reclaiming control of the situation.

"You sat here in your palace while my people were dragged to Avernus and suffered. And you know what? I don't think you deserve any of it," your lips drew back from your teeth as you hissed at him. "And you know what else? I think you know it. You know I'm right and that you're just a pathetic little man, trying to get his fingers into something that he is ill equipped to deal with."

Raphael's jaw dropped at your audacious remarks and you couldn't help the devilish smirk that spread across your face.

"What is it, darling? Cat got your tongue?"

You laughed and pushed away from him, pressing on his wrists as you did so. He rubbed them, easing away the ache from your rough movements, and growled lowly at you. You got on your knees and grabbed his thighs, spreading them apart.

"Unbutton your pants, Raphael."

"I beg your pardon?"

He stared down at you in disbelief as you waited expectantly. You laughed and his brows drew together in anger, the tips of his ears turning red.

"I already knew your personality was terrible, but I didn't realize it affected your hearing."

His jaw dropped as he blinked slowly at you, unsure what to make of your behavior. After a beat more of silence, his hands slowly undid the buttons and folded the flaps to the side, waiting on your next words with bated breath. You squeezed his thighs again, your hands roving over his legs as you made him wait.

"Take your cock out, Raphael."

"Has the tadpole already taken over? You've completely lost your mind," he snapped.

"Maybe so," you sighed dramatically. "I suppose you don't want me to continue, then. Alright, take me back."

He grabbed you as you began to stand. He stared down as his hand as if it had acted without his permission and groaned in frustration.

"Fine. I'll play along a bit longer," he grumbled.

You lowered once more and he paused before reaching into his trousers and taking his already hardened cock out. He pursed his lips and watched your expression for some kind of reaction. You remained blank-faced as you reached out to wrap your hand around him. He hissed through his teeth at the contact and the way you squeezed the base and twisted your hand as you went toward the head. His knees shook slightly and he slapped his hands down on his legs to keep them still. You let go of him for a moment and grabbed the sides of his trousers.

"Up."

He lifted his hips and you smirked to yourself as you tugged them down to his ankles. This was the most exposed he'd been around anyone aside from Haarlep in a very long time and he fidgeted, unsure if he would come to regret it. Your hands moved back to touch him and he grunted as you grabbed his balls. You weren't rough by any means, but you refused to let go as you squeezed.

"I didn't realize the banter was what got you going, Raphael."

Your canines poked out as you grinned and rolled them in your hand. His legs kicked slightly and you let go, surprised when a whimper slipped out of his mouth. He turned his head slightly and covered his mouth with his hand as he avoided your gaze. The blush had spread from his ears to his cheeks and now even down his neck.

"Go ahead, mongrel."

"What did you call me?"

Your hands tightened around his cock and balls as you danced along the line of pain and pleasure.

"Bark."

He laughed and leaned back in the seat.

"You can't be serious," he wheezed as you squeezed tighter.

"Deadly so, I'm afraid. And you're in quite a predicament here, so I suggest you do what I say if you'd like to keep all appendages attached."

Hatred blazed in his eyes as embarrassment covered his face. He inhaled sharply and shut his eyes for a moment before looking down at you. There was murderous intent in his gaze as he uttered, "Woof."

You laughed at him, your hands releasing him as a fit of giggles spilled from you. He decided then and there to ignore adventurers and never attempt to make deals with them ever ever again. He started to rise, but you clamped down on his knees again.

"I didn't say you could go."

"Why won't you just-"

He choked off his words as you took him in your mouth. He gripped the edges of the chair, squirming as your tongue licked up the underside. You rolled his balls in your hand, gently massaging them. His hips bucked against your mouth as you sucked hard and he gasped, beginning to reach for your horns to gain some control. At the movement of his hands, your tail rose and lashed across his palms.

"Don't. Touch. Me," you hissed as you pulled your attentions away from his swollen tip.

His eyes were wide, a spark of dread flashing quickly by. He raised his hands in surrender and put them back on the chair arms.

"Good boy," you murmured against his cock.

The words and the vibrations brushed deep inside him against his desperate desires for approval and for the way your warm mouth was pleasing his aching length. You continued on, flicking your tongue against his tip and pumping your hand up and down as he rocked lightly against your mouth. His breaths were hot and heavy as your motions sped up. He bucked wildly, trying to remain still and stay your wrath. His whines were pitiful, so fucking desperate for your touch.

His knuckles turned white from where he gripped the chair so hard to prevent himself from grabbing you. His release was near and it was coming hard. With a final twist of your wrist under the flared head, he came, spurting into your mouth. He groaned as he slumped against the back of the chair, his mind spinning wildly. His chest heaved as he stared down at you, hair slightly mussed and cheeks heating.

You stared at each other, the heightened senses of the moment draining away and leaving behind a surprise and deep within him a... longing for you? He wanted your hands on him again. Your warm mouth wrapped around him. He wanted to be your good boy. You both startled when you heard clapping and Raphael's simmering rage returned as he saw Haarlep coming out from behind a pillar, smiling with wicked delight.

"Amazing! Spectacular! You know, little tiefling, I might be able to learn a thing or two from you."

Your eyes widened as you realized he was an exact copy of Raphael's more devilish form. You looked back and forth between the two. One in strappy lingerie and the other switching between shock, anger and embarrassment as his cock softened and twitched in his lap.

You waved your hand in their direction and mumbled, "You know what? I don't want to know."

You reached for a napkin to wipe your mouth and left it on the table before turning back to the copy.

"How do I get out of here?"

Haarlep grinned and waved a hand to direct across the room.

"Just through those doors, darling! Nubaldin will be more than willing to show you the portal home, I'm sure. And do come back. It gets so boring here with just Raphael for company. Maybe we could-"

You held up a hand firmly.

"Nope. Thanks for your help, though."

As you turned to walk away, you saw him leaning over the back of the chair, whispering to Raphael.

"Get away from me!" Raphael spat as he swatted at Haarlep.

Laughter followed you all the way through the doors and to the portal.

~~~

Your legs ached from walking all over the city and damn why were his floors so hard? You decided to ask Gale about the knee stretches he does when you walked through the doors of your rooms at the Elfsong and halted abruptly. Everyone had turned to look at you, analyzing your appearance.

"There you are! We've been worried about you."

Karlach jumped up and ran over to throw an arm around you and check you over.

"Did everything go okay? What did you- wait." She leaned in and sniffed lightly, then grabbed your cheeks and pressed her face into your hair for a longer inhale. "Why do you smell like Avernus?"

Your cheeks heated as you knocked her hands away from you. You cleared your throat and smoothed down your hair, avoiding everyone's gaze.

"All you need to know is that Raphael shouldn't be bothering us anymore and no, I will not be answering any questions. Good night."

~~~

As you lay awake in your bed that night, you replayed the memory of the day, unable to comprehend that you had enjoyed having a taste of the devil.

Yandere Hizashi Yamada

Main blog @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten

Warning: dubcon, Nc touching, yandere, DDLG term, soft but crazy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Yanderes are bad y’all

“Please-“

It’s just one word, but regret twists your stomach the moment it leaves you. You know how much he likes that; when you act like cornered prey. Luckily, tonight his mood was soft, and you were spared his more sadistic urges.

The ones he hides so well behind a too-wide grin and captivating emerald eyes.

“Yeah that’s it baby. Say it again,” he groans into your skin, pierced tongue rolling out to lick the length of your neck.

Your lips slam shut.

Despite your trembling limbs and aching cunt you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

Hizashi sighs, propping himself above you to examine your panting face. He keeps you pinned with ease. Long fingers of one hand deceptively strong as they tighten more forcefully around your wrists.

“I can’t help you if you won’t ask me to, princess.”

The pet name makes you shiver. Your body screams for relief but you know that if you give into him even once that’ll be the end.

He’ll never let you go.

The toy inside you speeds up, ripping a choked moan from your throat.

“You’re so pretty. You know that?” He smirks down at you, voice singsong as he tacks on, “I bet ya look even cuter when you cuuum.”

The vibrations slow again, denying you the relief you so desperately need. You whimper and whine, squirming in frustration again his grip. He’s kept this up for hours and you’re on the brink of madness, but his stamina and patience seem limitless.

“Shhh. Hey hey. Calm down.” The soft kiss he plants on your cheek makes you shiver.

You hate how you lean into it and ache for more.

“I just wanna hear that pretty little voice beg. You can cum on Daddy’s cock whenever you want. Just gotta ask.”

The toy kicks up again and this time, you scream. He ruts against your thigh. You’re helpless as he holds you there, kissing your neck with a painful tenderness that lets you know that no matter what you do, you belong to him.

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♠   title, type: mori as your s/o headcanons.

♠   character, fandom, type of reader: mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, gender neutral reader.

♠   genre, rating: fluff

♠   themes, triggers: none.

♠   author’s note: as requested here’s some fluffy headcanons of mori as you’re s/o ! please don’t hesitate to send in more requests, i think writing these up are so cute. 

- unlike fukuzawa, that keeps his work life and private life separate, mori is a bit more open with his. so is s/o most likely plays an active role in the port mafia. while they might not be an employee, they would be at the headquarters oftentimes alongside mori.

- everyone treats you with the same respect as they treat mori. they know damn well that if they disrespect you, they are basically disrespecting their boss. it may cause issues but considering you’re friendly with almost everyone in the port mafia it doesn’t pose as an issue.

- he’s fiercely protective over you and because of that he makes it known that you’re his s/o. since he isn’t afraid of showing affection, he will give you tons of physical affirmation in a public setting. he gives you kisses constantly (on the cheek, forehead, hands, etc)

- he likes when people look at you in awe but is quick to remind them that you belong to him. 

- mori is the type to pamper you. stressful day at work? he’ll draw you a bath to relax. he provides you with as much money you need for spa treatments, manicures, pedicures, etc.

- speaking of providing, he doesn’t hesitate to spend an entire paycheck on you. though he’s adamant on buying you beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry, he will hand over his credit card to you and say “go wild.” maybe you bring chuya along and buy him a new pair of heels.

- “gifts” range from expensive bouquets, ridiculously large stuffed animals, jewelry, handbags, etc. 

- i don’t think mori is the type to use pet names but he will use them sometimes to tease you. he enjoys saying your name. he says it cutely and with so much love.

- he brags about you to anyone he meets. he has a picture of you in his wallet, just you. and he doesn’t hesitate to share it with others. he hypes you up “aren’t they the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen?” he probably has photos of you and him around his office.

- considering this man is extra as hell, i’m sure he commissioned a giant painting of you two and elise. its displayed in the main entryway of his office.

- part of you understands that elise plays a huge role in mori’s life. and you don’t want to get in between that, but you do make the effort to befriend elise. it’s difficult but he’s thrilled to see you take initiative.

- i do think mori is the type of man who enjoys being scolded. so he’ll intentionally do things to make you upset (little annoying things) when you do scold him he gives you those stupid pleading eyes.

- you’re always close to him because he likes that closeness. if you’re sitting in a chair too far, he’ll drag it closer. if you’re relaxing at home or even at work you take a seat on his lap. you admire his side profile as he works diligently. he blushes.