distraught by the lack of pavia imagines on this website so im. gonna take it upon myself to become a pavia writer ,,
head empty,, imagining pavia..
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pavia, whos hands are so big compared to urs<3 even if your hands arent small, his just always cups your whole hand, his thumb tracing against your skin and his rings brushing over your knuckles
pavia, who âreluctantlyâ shares the large tub of gelato he has, with you. it had to defrost for a little bit because his freezer is too cold, and he grumbles when you accept his offer, but you catch the small smile he has as he brings the spoon to your pretty lips
pavia, who just wants to relax with u after a long day. whether you know of his work or not, he comes home to you and pulls you into a hug, taking a deep long inhale and drags you to the bath. insists on you washing his back, if he had a tail it would wag like crazy when you give him massages
pavia, who gives u his shirts and wears whatever clothing of yours he can get his hands on so your scents will mix. when he brings you home for the first time, his wolves dont even need you to smell like him to get friendly with you. its almost like they just know how infatuated with you he is
pavia, who shows off his tattoos and piercings to you. he has a biiiiggggg smile as he explains the thought behind each one, and is so genuinely happy when you compliment his look. he tells you about the brand of cologne he wears, runs a hand through his hair when you mention it, thinks u should match outfits,,, he wants u so bad bro
pavia, who 100% hogs the blankets. he notices u look a bit tired after sleeping next to him for the first week and when you explain that he likes to use all of the blanket, he starts to pull u on his chest, that way you both get the blanket. he refuses to be little spoon, too much pride to let u hold him to sleep
pavia, whos still not quite ready to be completely vulnerable around you. he doesnt turn his back on you, he doesnt let you get too close without asking, and he doesnt touch you unless you let him. despite his mild trust issues, he still loves you more than hes ever loved before
Somebody asked me to voice Derek's lines when he's arguing with Celia at the Auction hehe. I just decided to do ALL of his lines at the Auction since there's not that many of them and they are mostly all the same (I might have missed some though?) I did some alternate takes too! Enjoy...I guess, and feel free to do whatever you want with them. He's such a little shit. <3
Derek Goffard comes home after a long, stressful day and is too tired to abuse you too severely, so he just ***** off on ur face instead. <3 :D
beep boop auto-transcript:
[How was your day Derek?]
Aw, gee, thanks for asking. It was shit, just like every single other fuckin' day!
You have no idea how stressful it is to be part - Nevermind, why am I telling you this shit?
I'm frustrated. So you know what that means, right? That means I get to take out my aggression on my property. That's you sweetie.
[W-what are going to do?]
What am I gonna do? I'll tell you what I'm gonna fucking do I'm gonna take some pliers and⊠or maybe I could justâŠyou know what? I'm too tired to do much of anything.
Honestly, I just feel like jerking off and going to sleep, so why don't you get down on your knees and open your fucking mouth?
Good.
I didn't say that you could touch my dick or suck it.
Fucking dumb slut like you would like that too much.
I Said Open your mouth, and that's it.
Your job right now is to look up at me with your mouth open catch my semen when I come and look pretty, that's all! Understand?
Yeah, you had better. Fucking dumb bitch.
Uh⊠HmmâŠ
Yeah, you like that, bitch. Just my fucking property to jerk off on whenever I feel like it. Can't do shit.
Oh
(groaning)
(breathing)
Roll your eyes to the back of your head Like I'm strangling you and you're about to pass outâŠyeah like thatâŠ
FuckâŠ
Yeah, keep doing it,
Okay, stop now, look at me, look directly at me, yeah.
Press your tits together.
Yeah, fucking stupid slut.
Ah, fuck, I'm gonnaâŠ
You had better catch it. Better catch it in your mouthâŠ
(groaning)
Lick it off the floor, you fucking stupid bitch, I shouldn't have to tell you that!
But Uh, yeah, you did a good job or whatever the fuck.
HELLO ITS: Derek Goffard X (forced) Puppy Girl Listener [xX meme_lord xX version] AUDIO.
Derek: My stupid little puppy girl...always so eager for her Master's boneâŠwell go ahead puppyâŠtake itâŠget it hard for meâŠrub me through my pantsâŠ
Derek: Hahahah you stupid cunt. Won't you ever learn? I'll never just give it to you. You have to earn itâŠ
Derek: Now, what sort of degrading, humilating and life threating things should I make you do to get a taste of this 200 billion dollar dick!? (That's my net worth by the way, fucking peasant.)
Derek: HmmmâŠdecisions, decisionsâŠ
Derek: Oh yeah!âŠI could definitelyâŠnah the Doctor said if I do that to you again you'd probably die so...
Derek: Fuckin' lame...
Derek: HAHAHAHA! I ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THIS ON SOME ONE!! FUCKIN' PATRICK BATEMAN STYLE!!!...
Derek: But no...that would definitely kill youâŠand I want you alive... for just a little bit longerâŠ
Derek: Besides you'd probably bleed out way too fast anyways.
Derek: When I kill you...and I will kill you...puppy...
Derek: It's gonna be nice and slow and...intimate.
Derek: You're too fucked up right now to do anything really fun withâŠfuckin' weak bitch!
Derek: Oooooh I know! I got something even a dumb little mutt like you should be able to figure outâŠHaha. You're gonna clean my sweaty asshole out with your tongue. You're gonna eat my asshole like it's your last mealâŠ
Derek: Because...depending on how you doâŠit may very well be...Got it!?
Derek: Good Girl.
Derek: Well get back there and get to work puppyâŠ
Derek shows u da fireworks and says mean words 2 u XD XD XD and... he...he also does stuff to ur mouf O_O;;;
r0b0t transcription may not be accurate
You should have seen your face.
Okay, overall, not bad.
First start.
Let's make the next one more interesting.
Lay back.
How long do you think I can hold this one?
Come on, how long?
Fine, you don't get to place a bet.
Whoops! Oh, how clumsy of me!
Wow.
Wow.
You know, wow. You know, I really didn't think I'd drop it that fast. But you
started making those really cute noises And, well, I just couldn't concentrate.
Honestly,
it's your fault.
Ah, hey, hey, hey, come on, come on. You know we're not done yet.
Oh, fuck.
Wait here.
Come here, you fucking cunt.
Open
your mouth. I said open your fucking mouth. Or do you want me to start knocking
out your teeth?
Stupid bitch.
Ha -ha
-ha -ha -ha -ha -ha.
Ah.
Let's see who explodes first.
Now.
I thought that would take longer. Did it hurt?
I bet it did Fuck.
Hey!
Youf! Ah! Oh! Oh!
*
You
can breathe After I come Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Yeah
Oh yeah. One more thing.
Open wide.
Geez, I really busted you, huh? Well, busted you and busted in you.
Ah,
come on. You can at least try to have a little fun.
jerking naoya off in front of mirror so he can see how pathetic he looks #sluttysubnaoyapropaganda
he doesnât even know when he started crying. mightâve been when you made him take his shirt off. mightâve been when you told him to kneel. mightâve been the second he looked in the mirror and really saw himselfâcock leaking all over your hand, breath hitching every time you gave a cruel little twist of your wrist, mouth hanging open like a fucking idiot. he doesnât look powerful. doesnât look like the guy everyone else sees. no smirk. no bark. just flushed cheeks and glassy eyes and a pathetic twitch in his thighs every time you whisper something low behind him.
you donât say much. you donât need to. itâs in the way you breathe against his neck, slow and patient, like youâre enjoying this more than youâll admit. itâs in the way your fingers stay wrapped around the base of his cockâtight enough to keep him from even thinking about cumming but not tight enough to hurt, not really. you make him feel it. every second. every stroke. every time you remind him to keep looking at himself.
âdonât look away,â you say, quiet, like a warning, but not cruel. just tired, like youâre sick of telling him things twice.
his throat bobs, adamâs apple jumping, and you see it reflected there in the mirrorâhow hard it is for him to keep eye contact with himself when he looks like this. flushed and glassy-eyed, lips swollen from biting back too many sounds, the edge of a tear sitting stubborn in the corner of his eye.Â
his cock jerks in your hand when you squeeze again, dragging your thumb across the slit like youâre trying to smear shame into his skin. he breathes out a little sob when you twist your wrist and lean closer, mouth brushing behind his ear, the way you always do when you want to unravel him completely.
âis that really how you look when you beg?â you murmur, and he shudders like itâs the most painful thing youâve said all night. âno wonder i laugh at you.â
he grips his thighs to stop from rocking forward, from fucking into your hand like he wants to, and his eyes flick down, just for a second.
you stop everything. the silence is worse than your voice. worse than the burn in his stomach. worse than the need pooling sticky between his legs.
and thenâyour voice, soft again. âlook.â
he does. instantly. desperately. like maybe if he stares hard enough, youâll forgive him.
you start again, slow, just two fingers stroking lazily over the vein of his cock while the other hand drags up his stomach, your nails scratching light enough to make him twitch. you hum a little, like youâre thinking.
âyou gonna cum like this?â you ask. âcrying? making that ugly face? fuck, naoya, if iâd known you were this pathetic i wouldâve started doing this ages ago.â
his hips jerk forward before he can stop them. you let him. just once. just enough to watch his expression crumble in the mirror.
âgo ahead,â you whisper, voice sticky with amusement. âsay it. beg. let me hear what it sounds like when a pretty boy like you gives up.â
âplease,â he breathes, the word barely there, like it hurts to say it. like it takes something out of him. his mouth is parted, spit-slick and trembling, and the sound catches in his throat as he forces himself to keep looking. his reflection is a messâhair sticking to his forehead, eyes unfocused, chest rising and falling in these shallow, desperate bursts. thereâs a smudge of your lip balm on his jaw from earlier, glowing faintly under the light, like a mark he didnât earn.
your fingers donât stop moving.
he swallows hard. tries again. âplease⊠iâll be good. i swearâjust let meââ his voice breaks, goes soft at the end like even heâs ashamed of how badly he means it. âlet me cum. please. i canâtâfuck, i canât take it.â
you hum behind him, lips still close to his ear, your breath fanning against the sweat-damp skin of his neck. heâs shaking now, thighs tense, toes curling against the bathroom tile like heâs holding on for dear life. he presses his palms to them, trying to ground himself, but it only makes his muscles twitch harder under your touch.
âlook at yourself,â you whisper. âbegging like a little slut. like itâs the only thing you know how to do.â
âplease,â he whispers, voice cracking like heâs already halfway gone. âplease, can iâfuck, i needââ
âyou need what?â your tone doesnât shift. still calm. still bored. like none of this matters to you. like youâre just here because he asked so nicely.
you tighten your grip, just a little. not to helpâjust to hear the sound he makes. and he gives it to you. a low, broken whimper that sounds like it hurts. you smirk, slow and mean, like youâre savoring it.
âpathetic,â you murmur, close to his ear. âjust look at yourself. is this really what you wanted? crying all over my hand like a little bitch?â
he nods, desperate, glossy-eyed and flushed, mouth parted like he canât decide whether to beg again or apologize.
âsay please,â you tell him. âsay thank you. say whatever the fuck you think will make me care.â
âpleaseâthank you, iâiâll do anything, i swear, just let meââ
âgo ahead then,â you sigh, like youâre giving him a mercy he didnât earn. âruin yourself.â
and he does. violently. shamefully. he cums with a choked little sob, thick spurts of it spilling over your knuckles, staining the inside of his thighs, the floor, the mirror heâs still forced to stare into as his whole body shudders and curls in on itself. his mouth trembles around your name. not even coherent. heâs drooling. crying. leaking down his own legs, breath coming in short, shallow gasps like his brain forgot how to function.
you donât soothe him. you donât say he did good. you just hum, dragging your slicked fingers along his twitching length until he flinches.
âgod, youâre such a fucking mess,â you mutter, wiping your hand on his bare thigh like a rag. âno wonder no one takes you seriously.â
he doesnât even argue. doesnât speak. just stares at himself in the mirror with tears running down his cheeks, chest still heaving like he might break again if you told him to.
note: this work belongs to my one of my first friends on hereâthe person who inspired me to start writing in the first place. sheâs incredibly talented, even if a loud handful of people tried to make her feel otherwise. the hate got to her and made her insecure, so she doesnât want her name attached right now, and i want to respect that. iâm sharing this with her permission as a quiet way to show that her work still matters and that a few haters donât outweigh the love. if you enjoy it, just know youâre appreciating something made by someone very special!! <3
headcanons. | contains : f!readeră»married lifeă»mostly fluff but there is explicit content ! mdni 18+
note. creds to lime anon for the first four. the rest is dedicated to you babes & all naoya lover/haters out there
ââ .⊠the only time he truly shuts his mouth is when youâre pampering him, like in those tiktok videos of girls fussing over their manâs skincare. what begins as a special occasion before a clan meeting gradually becomes a ritual. naoya will deny being spoiled, but he is exactly where he wants to be!
youâll go out of your way to buy those korean peel-off collagen masks because the moment it adheres to his face, you can ramble nonsense all you likeânaoya wonât tell you to shut it, canât even frown, any twitch of a muscle could ruin the filmâŠit has to dry evenly, and he needs that âglass skinâ glow, goddamnit.
so he sits there, enduring your bullshit with what little dignity he can muster, a fuzzy spa headband keeping his hair back. heâll deal with your mouth on his own time, remind you exactly what itâs good for, and perhaps give you a âfacialâ later.
ââ .⊠sitting in his lap to do his eyeliner every morning, you indulge a little too much in treating him like a doll, and it irks him. the moment you slide off, naoya swats your ass and mumbles a âgood girl,â his crude shorthand for thanks. then, just like that, youâre promptly dismissed from his mind as he leans toward the hand mirror, scrutinising his reflection from every angle with obsessive focus.
ââ .⊠naoya doesnât get you jewelry oftenâwomen shouldnât be flashyâbut the moment one of his brothers dares to jab at him for being stingy, it offends him deeply. he would dismantle family heirlooms for you without hesitation, simply because he can.
artifacts dating back to the nara and heian periods mean nothing to him beyond what he wants them to be. once heâs gained full control of the family assets, naoya pries the stones free from relics and has them refashioned into sleek, modern pieces: matching jade studs, understated and identical to his own, or a weighty pendant of white jade engraved with his name in kanji âçŽćâ. (heâd even commission a ruby-encrusted butt plug for you as an extra âfuck youâ to tradition.) the history of the clan is reduced to adornment on your body, something for naoyaâs eyes to admire and to enjoy.
ââ .⊠if youâre a bit of a stress baker, naoya would make the rare exception of voluntarily venturing into âwomenâs territoryâ aka the kitchen. he leans against the counter, lips set in a focused little pout, eyes following your hands as you knead dough. out of nowhere heâd casually toss out lewd comments that make your cheeks heat up.
for instance, if youâre whipping up meringues, heâll dip two fingers into the bowl, swiping a dollop before sucking them clean, âmight as well let me slip my hand in your cookie jar and eat it all up,â then, while the oven warms, heâd pound the stress out of you right there on the counter. if fortune smiles, you might even have a bun in the oven in a few monthâs time.
ââ .⊠naoya, against all expectations, doesnât bat an eye at carrying your purse in public. he hooks the strap over his shoulder like itâs second nature, casually flaunting that chanel while his attention stays glued to his phone. shopping bags, on the other hand, are a different story. the moment the receipt are printed, he hands them straight back to you, sneering that youâre the one who decided to buy all that shitâusing his card, no lessâso you can carry them yourself.
ââ .⊠naoya will go out of his way to verbally abuse other clan members when youâre present, purely to impress you with his clever insults (yeah, heâs that much of an immature loser.) youâre forced to smile through it, while internally grimacing at his cruelty.
ââ .⊠you tried spooning for a handful of times, with him as the big spoon, but it never lasted. he bitched about everythingâyour hair tickles his face, the humiliating problem of his body reacting to proximity. the awkward boner alone was enough to ruin the whole experience, and naoya was so flustered, he banished you from the futon for a full five minutes while you begged and apologised profusely (for what, exactly, you couldnât pinpoint) before finally letting you crawl back under the covers.
naoya would sooner hang himself than be the small spoon, though a nagging, self-conscious part of him suspects he might actually enjoy it if he ever gave in. the mere thought of the indignity makes him shiver.
the only exception he allows is spooning whilst cockwarming.
ââ .⊠naoya has a habit of resting his head in your lap when youâre reading a book and he wants attention but is too proud to admit it. if you try to run your fingers through his hair, he swats your hand away with a disapproving click of his tongue. donât get the wrong idea. he didnât come here to be doted on.
sometimes he comes prepared, a small bunch of shine muscat grapes dangling from his fingers, clearly expecting you to feed him one by one while he stares vacantly at the ceiling and yaps about whatever is on his mind. if you stop feeding him for too long, heâll snap his fingers and glare up at you like youâre the one being rude.
ââ .⊠during arguments, naoya ragebaits you by liking his own texts and reacting âhahaâ or đ on yours.
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