Hii this is My first time asking for something like this, but, can you write "How much age difference" love and deepspace boys would hace with his girlfriend? 🥹
age gap(?) ༉‧₊˚.
***i hope u don't mind me giving u a short answer instead of a full fic—i'll def write one in the future if u'd like! <3
honestly, i can see xavier being a couple years (3?) younger than his gf, mainly because he's a little more reserved in nature and would probably be drawn to someone slightly older than him. i also think it would be fun / ironic how he's a freak in the sheets and quite dominant in bed despite his younger age 🤭
in my head, rafayel is centuries older than his gf. mentally, him and his gf are around the same age (same maturity level) but he's existed for much longer due to his status as a god (not canon). i think rafayel being technologically illiterate would be so hilarious and adorable. imagine mc teasing him for not knowing how to use emojis 😆
sylus is older than his gf, ranging from 6 to 20 years older lol. he could either be an oppa type of guy or a full-on silver fox, depending on how dilfy you'd like him to be. he's naturally protective, enjoys taking care of you and makes sure all your needs are met—but at the same time understands you're your own person and knows not to overstep.
i think most people would agree that caleb is older than his gf, maybe about 4 years older(?) he's known her since they were kids so he's also very protective of her, and likes it when she depends on him. ofc, mc wants to be independent and fight her own battles, but she secretly delights in the fact that she can always rely on him should the need arise.
zayne could either be younger or older than his gf, but not by much. i've always seen him as a mix between xavier and caleb (more so xavier, personality wise), so he could lean either way. he gets teased by mc a lot, but also enjoys teasing her back. they have a healthy, mature dynamic with just the right touch of playfulness 💕 and ofc, they both look out for each other at all times.
summary: in which the lads boys want you back after taking a break.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: ummmmm a bit toxic from them all lowkey…like they’re all a little evil…no one’s safe sorry lolz. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), a bit of condescension, boundaries are like…nonexistent…that’s it (i think).
p.s. i’ve done something very similar to this already BUT i kinda hated the way i did + wanted to add valko SO!!! redo!!!
a/n: made them a little sinister r we rocking with it…gulp…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
food for thought to the beta!reader since yknow law of nature literally has it that beta's can't exactly take a knot in very well so alpha!suguru literally has to bully his in when he takes you with so much need to prove to you that you were made for him and satoru :(
cw yandere!satosugu, nsfw under cut, abo dynamics, knotting, non-con, mentions of period sex
You're so, so, so big-brained, I love it. (referring to this drabble)
Because yes, this is exactly what Suguru would do, and he'd try his hardest to gently encourage you to take it all, to hush your crying and maybe even hold your body down to get you to stop thrashing - it'll just hurt more :( and deep down he doesn't want you to be in pain the whole time.
But it's so hard for him, he gets a little too excited, a little too feral and pussy-drunk, when he feels the base of his cock swell. Immediately, all he's thinking about is that he has to get it in you, that he has to make sure his cum sticks, even if the chance of pregnancy is low or you're on your period, he could care less, because then it'll all be for nothing.
He and Satoru know well enough that your body isn't made to take a knot, but it doesn't stop Suguru. He'll force his knot through the tight ring of muscle with a grunt, ignoring your sobbing pleas, pushing into your plush, warm walls that clamp and pulsate around his knot like you were always meant to be. The fit is so tight with barely any room to accommodate his sheer length, his tip practically kissing your cervix while his knot expands beyond your comprehension, keeping all of his cum from seeping out.
A knot can last up to 30 minutes. And once he's finally recovering from the initial high, he's cooing in your ear with a sharp whine here and there when you tighten or move. He tells you how good you're doing taking his knot, that you were made for him and Satoru.
The worst part is that if Satoru is there and present while Suguru is knotting you, you'd have to deal with Satoru who gets increasingly jealous at the fact that all of your attention is on Suguru (even if it's the fact that you're in pain), that once the knot is done Satoru would be there immediately to fill Suguru's place with a growl. He won't give you any second of relief as he'd be more aggressive than Suguru, pretty much violent in the way he fucks you, and when he comes he'll force you to cockwarm him for just as long to imitate knotting you :(
cw yandere!satosugu with alpha!suguru and omega!satoru, beta!reader, abo dynamics, omegaverse lul, mentions of blood, violence, mating bites, heat cycle, scenting, mentions of non/dub-con touching
usually i’m not a huge fan of omegaverse aus but imagine beta!reader meeting paired mates!satosugu through mutual friends, and immediately becoming close friends with them just because they were so sweet and caring towards you.
sure, they were a little touchy here and there; suguru had a habit of holding your waist, holding your hands, or pushing his body weight into you at any given moment. while satoru did basically the same things, he was a little too much, and you'd had to (gently) tell him off a few times. you were sure that having him nose the nape of your neck wasn't a good look in front of others.
he never really listened even when you scolded him, you were just surprised suguru never said anything when he did it. so you boiled it down to him being that physically affectionate in general.
you really didn't think anything of it. even when people told you that you reeked of both of their scents, you couldn't smell anything other than your perfume due to being a beta, but you could only assume that it was because you were always around them.
so naturally you were confused when satoru started doubling over on the couch when you were both watching a movie. you only realized what was happening when you saw how flushed his skin looked, clutching his lower abdomen with heavy and uneven breaths leaving him. you'd seen omegas go into heat a few times prior, all on accident and from afar, never this up close.
you were just a little slow and panicked when you reached for the phone, unsure who to call, even wanting to call the police at one point. and then you remembered, suguru, of course.
you told satoru that everything was going to be okay, albeit in a shaky voice, as you turned to call suguru. the only thing was that you weren't expecting satoru to lunge at you so violently that it made you fall to the floor, the air punching out of your lungs on impact.
you could feel how much he was burning up through your own clothes, his skin scalding where it pressed against yours, the frantic hammering of his heartbeat against your spine, and the obvious wet drag of his tongue licking against the nape of your neck in sloppy yet deliberate strokes.
you thought suguru picked up, you could faintly hear his voice through the phone's speaker somewhere near your head, but you were given no time to make use of it. you were given a second to register something solid and sharp scraping against your neck - teeth, you realized with dawning horror - before something heavy pressed insistently into your nape, almost dull at first before the pressure sharpened, became needle-like, pushing through the barrier of skin with a wet tearing sensation that made your stomach lurch.
you could feel something hot and sticky pool at the sides of your neck, trickling down to soak into your collar, and you couldn't help but start screaming at the unbearable pain that radiated through your entire body.
you pushed off satoru with newfound adrenaline coursing through your veins, but it did nothing to stop him - he only dragged you back under him with ease, all with a smile on his flushed face that looked all too wrong - too pleased with a pointed focus through the haze in his eyes.
when he flipped you over to get you back on your stomach despite your attempts to stay facing up, you could tell he was already going back for your neck.
you weren't sure why he was; maybe it was one of the unfortunate behaviors of heat, but even then, you'd never heard of omegas initiating mating bites.
one thing was for sure, it was fucking painful, so you tried your hardest to keep your hands permanently stuck to the nape of your neck to avoid him biting it more. the wound throbbed with each pulse of your heartbeat, hot and wet.
you didn't like the sound he made when you did so - a low, frustrated whine that vibrated against your back - his hands already going to pry yours off with a strength you could barely rival.
you were terrified. you yelled and screamed, kicked and thrashed, you told him to stop.
you could feel the palms of your hands slick with something wet and sticky as you continued to hold them there, your own blood making your grip slip against your skin.
when the door flew open, revealing a very disheveled and panting suguru, you were only thinking of how thankful you were that he was finally here. that he could grab satoru and deal with him while you made your escape.
you briefly imagined how you were going to bring it up when you saw satoru after his heat cycle, you weren't sure if you'd laugh about how terrifying the situation was, but you'd forgive him nonetheless.
except, you didn't see suguru reaching for satoru. you didn't see him move with any real urgency at all. all he did was close the door and lock it, watching your panicked face become confused.
satoru stopped trying to pry your hands away at that point, but you could tell he was still breathing hard with his body looming over you, his weight pinning you down.
you were about to ask for help, because maybe suguru thought you were trying to take advantage of the situation, but nothing left your mouth. suguru spoke before you could.
"satoru - fuck," he huffed out, almost frustrated. "we made a deal. i'd be marking her first."
“Rough day? I can come make you some dinner to help you unwind. 😊”
It’s from an unsaved number, but you know the sender very well. Too well for your taste and for your safety. You’ve stared at the text for the last five minutes, mulling over whether or not a text from your stalker warranted a response. His myriad of unknown numbers certainly didn’t warrant a contact because of how frequently you blocked him. He might show up uninvited even if you did elect to ignore him. It took more than one screaming match to get him to stop breaking in and settle to “ask” for permission.
“Who said I had a rough day?”
You hit send and groaned dramatically, flopping back on your bed. Unfortunately, you did have a bad day and Clark seemed hell bent on making it worse. Dealing with him could be such a hassle. His response was immediate, illuminating your phone screen as you turned your head to look at it.
“What’s the cause of all that huffing and puffing, then?”
A strangled, exhausted shout ripped through your throat as you cursed loudly. Not a moment of peace for you today, it seemed.
“I heard that.”
You rolled your eyes. He never knew how to take no for an answer.
It’s not like telling him no made a difference. He always found a way to worm himself into your life and sometimes, it wasn’t worth the pain of beating him back with a proverbial stick.
“So?”
Clark was harmless…for the most part. You learned quickly that your anger did nothing for him. It’s much easier to get him off your back when he’s given limits, so long as you set them. Anything to keep you baited on his hook.
“Fine. Dinner only. Hands to yourself.”
The thumbs up on your message light up your phone only seconds after the knock on your door sounded through the hall.
a/n: his glasses are pretty fancy. Simple writing practice. Nothing fancy.
Warnings: subtle power imbalance, suggestive themes towards the end.
Word count: 1.3k
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Every bigger problem starts small. That's what you kept on saying to yourself when someone had started funding your dying family business anonymously. You knew something was off. Even taking the 'donations' to the Northland Bank in hopes of returning them turned out to be a fruitless endeavour. The receptionist flat out refused any kind of association with the sender, for the bank does not do anonymous funding.
With that, your family had no choice but to accept the money and work on the business. A few months later, it was well enough to start making profit again. The funding still came in but something else started too. Increased security in your neighbourhood, random agents giving you scrutinising looks, a sudden 60 percent increase in your own salary and a new regular at your workplace.
The way he carried himself was enough to make you offer to clean the backrooms in order to avoid him. Mixing with those types of people never brings good, so you try your best to steer clear. Your efforts were futile because he started engaging in conversation with you himself.
It started with simple questions. The weather, your hobbies, how you came to work at the place. Soon enough, he started asking you more like how many members there are in your family, which neighbourhood you live in and a pestering question about your relationship status which you always shot down, refusing to answer.
His smile unsettled you, and you wanted him off your tail. Luckily enough, the visits soon became less frequent until you didn't see him for an entire month.
You saw him at your house though, claiming to be on business. A debt collection he said. Those two words proved the scepticism you had about the anonymous funder.
He had come to collect you as debt.
Those are the events that lead to you being here. In bed with him but scooted to your side. You're certain that it's been a few hours but you can't sleep. Lately, some events have constantly been replaying in your head. Events that happened before you left with The Regrator. You've found yourself thinking over them, regretting the choices you made and sometimes fondly remembering the joy.
He doesn't like your fondness towards the past. Annoyance and irritation laces his tone whenever he scolds you to stop thinking about it. You suppose that his emotions are justified. A businessman shouldn’t be dwelling on what has happened and should be planning about what should happen.
And that’s exactly what he says when he ‘asks’ you to start thinking about your long term future with him. However, all you can think of is a snowy land and your own self, alone, seated on a chair near the fireplace of a lavish but empty room. There’s nothing but emptiness, so you don’t prefer to think about it.
-
Morning comes and as usual, Pantalone is nowhere to be found. You start the day in a bitter mood because what’s so wrong with preparing for the inevitable return of your dear husband? Might as well get used to the emotion. You’ve already somewhat gotten used to the fear.
From deciding the menu to making sure the firewood is restocked, you’re soon done with your work for the day. Oddly enough, it went by in a blur. Time here seems to pass painstakingly slowly at times, an escape from it being a luxury.
With a pleading look to the maid mainly in charge of your affairs, you ask for a coat so that you can go outside. A guard accompanies you as you set foot in the crunchy snow, unquestioning of your actions the entire time. As you pick up a few frozen flowers, you wonder if you could capture them in paint. Not the flowers themselves, but the image of the frost plaguing the petals, leaving them just seconds away from crumbling. You doubt your mediocre skills could do it but giving it a try shouldn’t hurt. You do have lots of time.
“Here I was looking for you all around our home, and you turned out to be dilly dallying out in the snow."
Your head quickly turns towards the voice, your husband taking slow steps towards you. When he stops just a foot away from you, he raises a questioning brow, and that's when you mentally pinch yourself.
"Oh! Welcome back, my lord. I hadn't been informed of your arrival. My apologies for not being present."
He gives a satisfied hum and his eyes drop to the makeshift bouquet in your arms. "Picking flowers?"
"They look enchanting in the moonlight but they're dead. I thought I could use them as a model for a painting."
"Ah, always the creative one aren't you?"
"Thank you."
He side-eyes the tense guard, grabbing your hand just a bit too tight. "Why don't we go inside?"
-
A few hours later, Pantalone sits on the little desk in the master bedroom while you idly watch him. He's forbidden you from partaking in any activities in his presence. Your attention should be his alone.
But what's the point if he's doing his own work while you just sit and stare at him? Being his wife is humiliating enough (especially in public), so why did he have you sit on the other side of the desk as he reads and signs documents?
“I think that would suffice for today." He raises his head, giving you that bone chilling look you hate and beckons you to him with a curl of his finger. When you round a corner of the desk, you're suddenly pulled into his lap.
You're thankful for wearing tights underneath your dress.
"What's the matter? You seem to be down ever since I got home."
"It's nothing, my lord."
"For the billionth time, my little dove, no need to use formalities. Just address me by my title."
"Understood… Pantalone."
"Good girl." The way he pet your head after that is making you grip your clothing. Is it out of discomfort or fear? You shall never know.
"Now," his hand travels lower till it sits on your lower back, "how was your day?"
What is up with the amicable conversation? "It went fine."
"Nothing interesting? Are you sure?"
"Except for the flowers I had managed to pick, no. I was thinking of painting them." Appease him and you won't have to wake up with tense muscles in your legs tomorrow. "I know how much you admire my hobbies. Ah, and the flower petals match your hair as well."
"I never knew that you cared about my sentiments like that. I cannot say that I am not flattered."
He pulls you further into him and gently nudges your head to his chest. The position would have been comfortable had you not been literally seated on his lap. There are two possible outcomes of this situation. Either he starts something dirty or you fall asleep on him like this. You haven't even had dinner yet so you doubt the second one would be possible. Maybe you could try something else.
"How was your day, Pantalone?"
"Ah, the same as ever. Work, work and work. Why the sudden inquisitiveness?"
"I just… thought I should return your gesture. That's all. You don't talk about work so…"
He pushes your face further into his chest, effectively stopping you from talking. A hand then sneaks under your dress and rests on your thigh. This is not how you want things to go.
"I would rather not taint you with the knowledge of a harbinger's business as well. My little dove is already tainted with my name and hands," he grins. Now, be a good girl for me and stay still, unless you want me to confiscate your freedom as well."
Taking a hold of his shirt as his head dips down to your neck, you bite your tongue to not object to his violation. Seems like the first possible outcome will come true this time. Better brace yourself for a week of wearing turtlenecks.
what flavour of yandere are we thinking flins is. i am torn between selfish pantalone style yandere who wants his treasure to be kept to himself and almost thinks he deserves reader because of his service to the lightkeepers, perhaps one who still has a reminder and a little longing for the days of being a powerful fae figure in him and is exercising that on darling
and soggy victorian yandere diluc type yan who has a bit of a saviour complex about his sweet darling going on and desperately needs to protect them from all of the terrible things he’s seen mortals do and especially from even bigger threats like the wild hunt
all thoughts welcomed. is there a yandere flavour that fits him i have missed
I see him as both, he wants to protect his darling so much that it hurts, and it hurts even more when he actually sees his darling in pain and suffering, he just wants to take that all away.
…but also he is lonely, he has no one that is truly close to him or someone who is not afraid of him. He devotes all that he is to his darling and her protection, and he has sacrificed so much over the years both for her and the people of Nod Krai. He might not be able to give her the world but he can give his darling what he has, surely he gets to be a bit selfish, right?
In which a harmless one night stand with some powerful men leaves you with lasting consequences.
[Edited]
When you woke up in an all too cold, all too wide bed, the first thing you noticed was a somber man sitting on a plush wingback chair and sipping a glass of wine.
Right, you just slept with the Director of the Fatui. And, somehow, you were still alive. You didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse. But you didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, because the sooner you left, the sooner you could put all this in the past.
“Thank you for last night.” you said, clearing your throat awkwardly. “I’ll take my leave now.”
Pierro didn’t respond as he stared at the fireplace before him, the big hand that once caressed your body now gripping the glass.
“Where are you going?”
“Uh, home?”
“And what will you do?”
You took a moment to answer, sensing a deeper meaning behind his question.
“I’m not going to tell anyone, I promise.”
“Many people have promised many things, but only a few keep their words.”
“I’m serious, I swear! You can…” you stammered, gulping. “You can even order one of your men to follow me around.”
Pierro leaned against the chair and sipped the wine.
“Tell me why I should waste manpower on you instead of keeping you here.”
You paled.
“P-Pierro, you know that I have my own life, right?”
“Your life ended the moment you stepped a foot here.”
“Pierro, please…” you begged, gripping the blanket closer to your body as if it could shield you from the harsh truth. “I’ll keep my promise, I swear on my life!”
“You can keep it here, under my watch.”
The Jester put down the glass on the table and stood up, looking down on your naked, sniffling figure.
“The servants will clean you up and bring the breakfast. If you need anything, I shall be in my office.”
“So eager to leave already?”
That was the first thing you heard when you quietly dressed up after a passionate night. Pantalone rested his head on his hand, while the blanket covered half of his naked body. His eyes, sharper without the glasses, observed your surprised expression.
“Well, I’m sure you have a packed schedule today.”
“I always do. But it didn’t prevent us from being together, did we?”
You chuckled, trying to ignore the possessiveness in his voice.
“Yeah, but I have to go now. It’s been fun, by the way.”
Pantalone smiled enigmatically, eyes glinting.
“Yes, it was.”
You returned the smile and left the spacious bedroom. You weren’t lying; last night was fun. He satisfied you so thoroughly, and you knew that you probably wouldn’t find another man who was as passionate and skilled as he But Pantalone was a powerful figure, and you didn’t want to be the target of his enemies.
Except, when you neared the front doors, the guards blocked your way.
“You’re not allowed to leave without a permission from Lord Pantalone, miss.”
You frowned.
“What do you mean? He already dismissed me.”
The guards looked at you skeptically.
“His express permission, miss.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! I just want to go home!”
“My, it seems that you’re in quite a predicament, dear.”
When you whipped your head towards the speaker, you saw Pantalone with a loose robe on his body. He was smiling as usual, but it was casual. Too casual. Your stomach dropped.
“Pantalone, let me go.”
“You should stay and eat first. My servants have prepared breakfast for us.”
“… I don’t want to.”
“Oh? I believe I wasn’t asking, my dear.” He grabbed your hand, and no matter how much you protested and squirmed, his hold remained strong and stubborn. “Come. It’s not as if you can leave anytime soon, so why don’t we enjoy our time together?”
You thought it was just a simple one-night stand. Sure, his status as a Harbinger gave you a little thrill, but he was charming enough that the situation didn’t turn out awkward or tense. He also didn’t seem to be bothered when you thanked him for the night and left with a friendly wave.
You thought it was the end.
Until you saw him coming to your workplace with his casual smile and confident gait.
“What are you doing here?”
“Visiting my girlfriend.”
“Who?”
“You, of course. Who else?”
You gaped at him, at his audacity, as he pushed a bouquet into your hands.
“What do you mean by ‘girlfriend’? I never dated you!”
“But you slept with me. Doesn’t that mean something?”
“Of course not! It was just a one night stand!”
“Well, what if I took it seriously, huh?” he taunted, smirking cavalierly. “What are you going to do about it?”
“You…” you stammered. “You’re just abusing your power here!”
“Me? Abusing my power? No, Princess. I’m merely asking you to face the consequences of your actions. You don’t think you can sleep with a Harbinger and leave just like that, do you?” Childe chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know if you’re truly naïve or just pretend to be one. But, lucky for you, I’m willing to make our relationship official.”
“No, no, no. I refuse!” you shouted, throwing the bouquet to the ground.
Childe stared at the fallen gift before sighing in mock exhaustion.
“I knew that you’d play hard to get. But, worry not, I like a challenge. And I won’t stop until I win.”
And you knew, with a deep-seated horror, that he meant every word.
The small vibrator in Zayne's hand doesn't look very daunting, but your nerves still get the best of you. Was all of this really necessary, just to lose your virginity?
"When we do have sex, I'd like to know how to make it as pleasurable for you as possible. To do that, we'll need to find your pleasure points. I've read about it, but it's different for everyone." He sounds so matter-of-fact, but his eyes keep darting down, betraying his other thoughts.
"Can you at least take of some of your clothes? This doesn't seem very fair."
He blinks, seemingly just now realizing that he's fully clothed, while you're completely naked in his bed. He sets the toy aside, undoing his shirt and removing his pants. His boxers remain on, but the tent in them has your mouth watering more than if he'd taken them off.
"Are you ready?" He picks up the toy, settling between your legs and gently squeezing your knee. When you nod, he switches it on, and, with a little bit of guidance from you, circles your clit.
Almost immediately, your back arches off the bed. He's quick to grab your hand, eyes wide like he's cataloguing this entire reaction with every flick of his wrist.
"D-definitely right there!" You grip the sheets, trying to keep yourself from screaming. Sure, you've made yourself cum before. But it's never been like this. Maybe it had something to do with Zayne?
Oh who are you kidding, it's definitely Zayne.
It would be embarrassing how quickly you cum, if it weren't for the genuine pleasure on Zayne's face. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, wiping the sweat from your hairline.
Warnings: MDNI, NONCON -> DUBCON (coerced), F!Reader, noncon face sitting, forced orgasm, edging, cunnilingus, captivity, yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, oral f. receiving, clit play, teasing, block me if uncomfortable + not proofread.
do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.
Yandere!Captor who forces you to sit on his face, he absolutely loves it, being smothered by your cunt is an absolute dream for him.
Your hands are tied behind your back as he tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you down, pressing his lips against the fleshy pads of your cunt before he makes contact with your clit, giving it a few smooches that make you visibly flinch before he captures it into his mouth.
You let out a bunch of protests, struggling against his face as he holds you tight, he would forcefully drag you down whenever you'd lift your hips— breaking contact between your cunt and his lips. It earns a dissatisfactory groan from him, brows furrowed as he grips you tighter until his knuckles were turning white.
He connects his lips to your cunt again, dragging his tongue from your slit to your clit slowly before swirling it around the bud.
When he feels you trying to break away again— even though you can't— he'll use his teeth, clamping his teeth down onto your clit not too harsh that it'll hurt you, but just enough to cause pain which makes your thighs give up reflexively, causing you to lose balance and sit snuggly on his face.
You quickly try to lift yourself up, but you fail when he nibbles on your sensitive bud, making your thighs tremble and your hips move in an effort to soothe the jolts of pain travelling through your spine.
You could feel his smirk before he stops nibbling on it, giving it small flicks with his tongue before he presses it flat against your clit and closes his mouth around it, slowly licking up and down as he tries relieve the same pain he caused.
You let out a sigh of relief as the sharp pain slowly fades, involuntarily bucking your hips against his face without realisation as it feels very soothing.
The wetness seeps out of you in embarassing amounts, which only serves as a device to mock you later when he does this all over again.
“Oh fuck— she's soaking f'me.” You hear his muffled voice, his breath felt warm in between your thights.
You drop your head in shame, because you can hear how disgustingly wet you've gotten due to his actions, the slurrping noises echo in your ears like a mockery and a reminder of how your body chooses to betray you everytime.
All because of him.
He feels his cock twitch in his pants, getting harder and harder each and every second. But he stays focused, continuing to devour your cunt like a man starved.
He groans into it, causing vibrations to shoot up in your core, making you shiver in an unwelcomed satisfaction.
He drinks up all the juices you were leaking like it was nectar, letting out satisfactory noises as if he's eating a fancy meal. You're chest breaks out involuntary moans no matter how much you try to contain them, which only makes him feral knowing that he's the reason, it makes him feel very validated to and egoistic.
“Mhm? At least some part of you is honest with me.” He mutters, rubbing salt into your wound, adding more to the shame you were feeling.
He presses kisses all over it, sighing when he feels your clit flutter in his mouth when he traps it in his mouth.
“Fuck, you're so divine baby. I love you so so so so so much.” He adds breathlessly, face flustered as he dines on your cunt.
You swallow the lump in your throat, toes curling in pleasure when you feel a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. You start squirming again, not wanting the knot in your stomach to snap and betray you wholly.
But it was impossible not when he's below you, working his mouth like he's desperate.
You brace yourself for the impact.
Yet, nothing happens, in fact, you feel the absence of his mouth which makes you look down, he had pulled away right before you could cum.
The feeling in your stomach fades, but not in a way that you expected it to, it left behind a frustrating ache that gnawed in your gut, it made you irritated. You let out a huff in disappointment reflexively.
You thought maybe he'd stop, maybe he's had his fill? whatever that means.
You expect him to pull you off him, but he doesn't do that, he reattaches himself again, once again capturing your cunt wholly, tongue prodding at your entrance as he slowly tries shoving the wet muscles in.
You're left confused, wondering what he's planning, but nonetheless you feel the knot form in your stomach again.
You expect it to snap, but once again, it's abruptly interrupted, leaving a sense of frustration behind. You open your mouth to question— but you're quickly shut up when you feel his mouth on you again.
He repeats it everytime you're near a few more times.
It leaves you more frustrated than ever, overriding every other emotion. You whine in disappointment as your orgasm is abruptly stolen once again.
You let out a frustrated cry, brows furrowed as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, you press your hips down, pushing your cunt against his mouth involuntarily as the irritation of being denied your bliss was driving you insane.
“What is it baby? Wanna cum?” He asked, huffing against your bud. You looked down, staring into his eyes as he gave you a smirk.
He was doing this on purpose.
“If you don't use your voice, I'll just have to keep on doing this.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your bottom lips.
You stayed quiet, trying to break away from his grip, hands tugging against the rope to loosen it but it doesn't work.
He starts his shenanigan once again, maneuvering you down and pressing you flush to his face.
You gasp, feeling your high build up slowly, you squirm against his face, pressing your cunt flat against his mouth but he turns his head away, causing you to almost collapse forward in exasperation.
“Please...” You bite your lip, voice coming out meekly.
“Please what baby?” He asks, smooching your inner thigh. “You want to cum?” He adds.
You nod, head moving up and down as you look at him with a neediness you've never experienced before.
“Beg.” He comands, thumb drawing circles on your thigh.
He is so fucking mean, asking you to beg for something you didn't want in the first place— usually he'd make you cum without asking you for anything, but today, he shifted his plans, dead set on making you betray your own self.
You didn't want to, but you know that he'll torture you like this for hours if you didn't.
“P-please, I want to cum.” You murmer, voice shaky as he drags his tongue across your slit after hearing that.
“More.” He tuts.
“Please, I wanna cum, I want to cum so badly. Please let me cum.” You beg, humiliation churning in your gut. “Oh fuck—!” You choke on your words when he pushes his tongue inside you. You could feel the warm muscle invade your depths causing you to see stars, your cunt clenches around it, trying to grip it but it causes the soft muscle to be pushed out instead.
He continues working his mouth, soft pants leaving from him too as he makes out with your pussy.
“Tell me you love me.” He utters, fingers digging into your flesh, causing a little amount of pain.
You shut your eyes, feeling the same knot build up in your stomach for the nth time.
“I'll stop if you don't. I can play the long game.” He threatens, slowing down but you panic, shaking your head.
“No! Please, I love you, I love you.” You chant frantically, not wanting him to stop as the knot begins to feel like it's about to rip apart.
“I love you— I love you so much! please please please,” You repeat it over and over again, earning a satisfactory groan from him. “Ahh! oh!— fuck fuck—” You choke, letting out a loud moan as your high crashes down on you.
It hit harder than any other orgasm you've experienced before, you collapsed forward due to the sheer intensity, face landing into the soft mattress of the bed that you learnt to call your home.
Your body twitched as you collected yourself, hips bucking into his face, riding your orgasm out. Your thighs trembled, body shaking visibly due to the aftermath of your orgasm.
His hands slide up your waist gently before they come down, he lifts one of your thighs planted on the side of his head to pull himself away from beneath and sits up straight as he turns to look at you.
You collapse to your side, hands still behind your back as you gasp for air, chest back and forth.
He smiles cruelly, pushing you onto your back before undoing his pants and lining himself against your freshly abused cunt, he could see the way it was still swollen, still throbbing in desperation.
“I love you too.” He cooes before pushing himself inside without a warning.
— gojo satoru, geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, yuji itadori, tamsy caines, dabi, katuski bakugo, + feel free to imagine any character you like!
all characters mentioned are all obviously aged up.
Hii this is My first time asking for something like this, but, can you write "How much age difference" love and deepspace boys would hace with his girlfriend? 🥹
age gap(?) ༉‧₊˚.
***i hope u don't mind me giving u a short answer instead of a full fic—i'll def write one in the future if u'd like! <3
honestly, i can see xavier being a couple years (3?) younger than his gf, mainly because he's a little more reserved in nature and would probably be drawn to someone slightly older than him. i also think it would be fun / ironic how he's a freak in the sheets and quite dominant in bed despite his younger age 🤭
in my head, rafayel is centuries older than his gf. mentally, him and his gf are around the same age (same maturity level) but he's existed for much longer due to his status as a god (not canon). i think rafayel being technologically illiterate would be so hilarious and adorable. imagine mc teasing him for not knowing how to use emojis 😆
sylus is older than his gf, ranging from 6 to 20 years older lol. he could either be an oppa type of guy or a full-on silver fox, depending on how dilfy you'd like him to be. he's naturally protective, enjoys taking care of you and makes sure all your needs are met—but at the same time understands you're your own person and knows not to overstep.
i think most people would agree that caleb is older than his gf, maybe about 4 years older(?) he's known her since they were kids so he's also very protective of her, and likes it when she depends on him. ofc, mc wants to be independent and fight her own battles, but she secretly delights in the fact that she can always rely on him should the need arise.
zayne could either be younger or older than his gf, but not by much. i've always seen him as a mix between xavier and caleb (more so xavier, personality wise), so he could lean either way. he gets teased by mc a lot, but also enjoys teasing her back. they have a healthy, mature dynamic with just the right touch of playfulness 💕 and ofc, they both look out for each other at all times.
Thinkin bout dilfy zayne who banishes himself to a life of solitude out of guilt for a failed surgery or something. Cue MC stumbling into his life, cue daddy issues, cue Zayne subconsciously wanting to fill whatever shoes he needs to in order to keep Mc warm and his in his guest bed
Your dilf Zayne post reminded me of my personal fantasy where he gets his license revoked for unethical doctor reasons, not necessarily sleeping with a patient like MC but I suppose that's one way to get him home more.
Omgggg nonnie now we’re talking my inbox is open to ANY and all thoughts about this
If we're going a secretly manipulative dilfy Zayne vibes, Zayne who introduces you to his parents after intentionally misleading them that you're his partner. You're only recently acquainted but he has a ten step plan to getting you moved into his place within the next three months. He acts embarrassed about their "assumption" promising you he'll clear it up next time he sees them, but that whole dinner you're flustered and his family is doing all the work to make him look good while he observes your reactions. Zayne being so locked onto your behaviors and body language that there's nothing you can hide from him. When you get away with something it's because he's letting you.
So… this was a full course meal 🤤
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