💭 Thinking about frat pres stebro who Daeron always bringing a girl into the apartment just to annoy you, ended up you're getting a revenge on him aswell.
A/N: kinda exhibitionist and voyeurism from Daeron's side, he's not a drunkard in here he's just a jerk, no internalized homophobia he just hates R for no reason at all (ooc ifya squint.), rushed ending. Okay but jokes aside did anyone see my vision on this AU.
He loves to piss you off on purpose. Probably letting you catch him fuck one of his flings; his bedroom door slightly ajar when you pass infront of his bedroom to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. You don't want to know what's happening inside the room, really. You're a grown man and you also know boundaries, well although you stepbrother seems like he doesn't aware about the latter.
So you planned a revenge.
He stumble inside of the silent apartment; which is not unusual because you love being alone, you love sitting in noiseless place— unlike him who drowns in noisy and crowded rooms. Your room and his are side by side, so when one pass to another, atleast one of you would know if the doors opened or not. And strangely, if he listen closely, he could hear a muffled sounds coming from the inside of your room. He also notices the way your doorleaf slightly opened, just a little finger length that if he gets closer, he can peer inside to see what happened.
So he does. Like a pervert he is, he took a peek inside. By then he retreat your figure whom sitting on the edge of the bed with a girl on your lap. Her back are facing the door, so it's impossible for her to notice if he watches. But you do notice about his presence, way too quick. And instead scrambling to regain your dignity, you locked your eyes on him past her shoulder. Like you've been planning for him to witness the scene, just like what he did to you in other day.
Daeron feels his feet suddenly nailed on the floor. He should just go to his bedroom and leave you alone. Yet the eye contact is like a silent encouragement from you to keep him staying, witnessing the scene unfold right infront of his eyes. Blood surging right into his cock when you bunched up the girl's plaid skirt; showing the smooth expense of her ass and the way your cock sliding in and out from her heat. The sight are quite breath-catching if he wasn't suddenly feel the wave of jealousy. But the jealousy also mixed with his desire, the way your hands groped her ass, and the whine you pulled from her— somehow he suddenly get envious, and funnily, the envy isn't directed towards you at all.
When you're finish with a low groan, he finally stepped back; chest heaved with the sour taste lingers in his mouth as he padded into his bedroom, door's shut so loud like a verdict that it rattles the painting on the walls. Great. Cause now he has two things to take care of: the stiffened tent on his jeans and the complicated feelings for his stepbrother in his chest.
Saw this tweet n I’m thinking abt an antsy Gojo after a good fight coming home and wanting to fuck crazy style
Absolutely jumping your bones the second he sees you. Biting, gripping, shoving, pinning.
You fear for your dick’s life when he comes home with that manic look in his eyes. It’s so embarrassing walking into work the next day with bites and hickeys everywhere (I’m talking neck, jaw, even hands bro) for everyone to see.
He expects you to leave him bruised too, what’s the point if not? He’s on cloud nine right now and if you wanna ground him you better really make him feel it by pounding him, squeezing him, biting him, spanking him, whatever. He usually likes it sweet but tonight is not one of those nights.
I’m feeling indulgent so I’m gonna indulge myself. Tw: hypnosis mentioned, cannibalism in a sex way, mention of cooking human, violence. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. I’m normal about him ok
Imagining my beautiful wife having been brought down into a subspace so deep I can convince him he’s dead, hypnotized or drugged or just so deep, his breath slow and shallow, he’s almost sleeping, looking up at me with such hazy periwinkle eyes. Mumbling to him about how I’ll cook and eat him, watching his breath shudder and muscles twitch beneath my hand as I grope at his most tender cuts. Getting a nice aromatic lotion to massage into his ‘corpse’, telling him I’m seasoning his body, the pleasant herbal scent mixing with the sweet notes of his natural smell. I’m sure he’d make cute little groans, too dead to let his moans out properly, in such bliss as I massage each weary ache from his corpse. I wanna sink my teeth into his supple flesh and rend the meat from his bones. I want to crack his ribs open to watch the beat of his heart.
pairing: Greg "Vigilante" Saunders x male reader
contains: smut, cowboy ridin' some good dih, top reader, bottom character, ooc? he's unfortunately a pretty underrated character
notes: i watched justice league when i was a kid and i randomly just remembered this guy, yummy~ this one's longer than the other fic, not proof-read
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Vigilante makes his way to his barracks in the watchtower, dragging you with him after that whole 'monster attacking a city' bullshit. A typical Tuesday for the Justice League members. You were a hero yourself, one with magic abilities unlike your partner here. You didn't mind being dragged into his room, the two of you pent up with a different kind of energy now.
You brush your lips along the shell of his ear, making Greg shiver in response, your hands on his waist- and you stripped each other bare. Greg pushes you down on the bed and immediately crawled to straddle your hips. He kept the hat and bandana on, seeing how you had a thing for his whole 'cowboy' getup.
This'll be fun.
After using your spit-slicked covered fingers to stretch Vigilante open to take your size, your partner impatiently swats your hand away with a gruff, "Ah ain't gunna break, doll." wrapping his hand around your dick and lining it to his rim, sinking into your length inch by inch. He lets out a pleased hum, his mouth parting behind the bandana, "oh my..."
"That's it, fuck..." you let out a long sigh from the intense feeling of his tight walls clenching around your cock, your hands feeling up the hero's toned stomach and sides as he sits still on top of you, adjusting. Greg pants out little puffs of air under the cloth covering half his face, head tilting back slightly.
Your blunt nails dig into his narrow hips, making the cowboy move his hand immediately to hold onto your wrist while the other splays over your stomach. He arches into your touch, letting out a soft groan.
"Language..." Greg manages to mutter weakly, southern accent thick with pleasure. The hat he wore tilted and the red bandana moistened slightly over his mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes were glazed over with bliss, his hole warming and fluttering around your girth.
You hum and reach over to cup the back of his neck, forcing him to bend down so you could capture his lips over the bandana. Greg's pink cheeks darken more, his own lips parting despite the fabric barrier and letting out a helpless whine. He moves his hips in experimental circles, lifting himself slowly and going back down, his ass flush against you.
"Don't be such a prude~" You whisper with a grin as you pull away, the back of your head resting against the pillow. Greg grumbles something under his breath, the rough texture of his palm and fingers caressing your pectoral lovingly. His other hand lifts his bandana aside, leaning forward more so you were chest-to-chest, his cock twitching- trapped between your lower abdomens.
"Bite me." Greg grunts, and you didn't need to be told twice. You cup his jaw and tilt his head, thumb swiping over his wet lips as you lean in to mouth at his throat. His hands linger on your shoulders and slowly come to a stop to hold onto your biceps, his eyes fluttering closed as you suck and bite along his neck.
Greg moans lowly, rolling his hips in sensual rhythms, feeling how your cock throbs along every bundle of nerves inside him. He lets go of your arms to get himself up, leaning back while gliding his fingers over your chest and down to your stomach. He then braces his hands behind him to grip the top of your thighs instead, chest puffed out and back arched. Was he showing of? Definitely. You didn't hide the fact that you enjoyed this display very much though, your dick pulsating.
You watch your partner with desire, biting your lower lip as your gaze roams over his body. Greg stares back at you with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown and heated. He chuckles warmly, his hips moving with more vigor, sweat-sheened skin slapping against skin as he continuously bounces on your length.
Greg pants out little gasps along with other wanton noises escaping his mouth, tilting his head back and not caring for his hat that fell aside from the movement, his black hair slicked with sweat and curling at the ends. He's clamping around you like a vice, his cock slapping against his stomach with each bounce- his pre leaking out the slit of his tip and smearing over both your stomachs.
Your chest rises and falls with ragged breathes, heart thudding rapidly against your ribcage as Greg took you so greedily. You were tempted to pin him down instead and fuck him stupid, but you didn't, letting your partner take the lead for now. He moans your name, airy and soft. The sound almost made you burst.
Greg feels a familiar coil in his lower abdomen, his thighs tensing and hips stuttering. "'m g-gunna cum..." he sniffles and blinks, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. He looked pretty crying like that for such a tough guy, so damn pretty...
You rise from your laying position, your elbow digging into the bed to support your weight. Your free hand tugs the bandana he wore down to reveal the rest of his face, "c'mere, sweetheart..." you almost slur, dizzy with bliss. You touch his cheek tenderly and bring him into a wet kiss, his lips moving in sync with your own as you both practically devour each other.
Greg wraps his muscular arms around your neck, tilting his head and sighing into the kiss, his sensitive cock once again trapped between you both. His eyes close, rubbing his cock between you, cum painting your stomachs. Greg moans into the kiss, his walls clenching and fluttering during his high, your own cock feeling stimulated and erupting thick cum inside him in return- semen dripping where you're connected.
Greg goes limp on top of you, his arms still around your shoulders and his sweet ass not letting you go just yet. You didn't mind, smiling to yourself as you lower yourself back on the bed. You tilt your head to press a kiss on Greg's cheek, the other man smiling and nuzzling his nose below your ear.
You thought he was going to say something romantic, the way he was being so affectionate and soft... but no, his next words were sultry, his deep voice rumbling quietly into your ear.
tags: kidnapping, drugging, power bottom, scenting, manipulation, mind break, conditioning
Tamaki hated being the bearer of news. Any news really, good or bad, because regardless you'd have to talk to people. Tamaki, obviously, wasn't very good at social interaction. Simply looking at somebody that wasn't Nejire or Mirio was enough to make him keel over. It clearly wasn't the smartest decision to make him a messenger of any kind. But he truly didn't have much if a choice. Mirio was watching Eri for Aizawa and Nejire was sparring with some underclassmen. He was the only one available out of The Big Three with the free time to go and commission some fixing from the support classes. And so he was, trudging down the hallway to the workshop like he was walking to his death.
He stuck close to the walls, head down to make sure nobody tried talking to him. Seeing the big doors to the workshop and hearing the absolute chaos in there, laughing and boisterous chatter mixed with the whirring of power tools and other machinery - it made Tamaki more nervous than fieldwork did. He gave a tiny, unhappy whine before inching forward, indecisive of whether he should just open the door and get it over with or wait for the door to open once somebody entered or left. The hallway was dead empty and silent, not a single soul for seemingly miles around. Tamaki whimpered quietly to himself and inched forward a little more. Just as he was about to steel himself and walk right in, the door to the workshop swung open, a girl with pink hair and strange yellow eyes staring directly at him.
Tamaki froze, unsure whether he should move or not, but desperately wanting to get out of her line of sight. She continued to stare at him unblinkingly, before turning back around and shouting into the workshop.
"OI!!! There's a weird guy out here!" The loud chatter calmed down to near silence before one significantly jovial voice shouted back,
"Does he want to come in?" The pink haired girl turned around again, weird smile never leaving her face.
"You wanna come in?" Tamaki could only nod shyly, trying his hardest to avoid any eye contact with her. She turned and shouted into the workshop again, "He said yes!" Laughs poured from the inside of the room before that same loud voice returned,
"Well let him in then!" The pink haired girl turned around, slid the door open wider, and stood aside. Tamaki could only peek up, knowing that he had to go in now that he'd been noticed, but still just as scared. The pink haired girl nodded towards the inside of the workshop, where Tamaki could see tool boxes opened and tools strewn about as the support class worked. Tamaki shuffled forward as the pink haired girl kept the door open for him, waiting patiently for him to enter.
The inside of the workshop, to the untrained eye, was undoubtedly a disaster. Tools and cloth and everything was strewn about, almost haphazardly. Tamaki almost feared that the other students would trip should they walk even the slightest bit faster than Tamaki. But, once Tamaki was fully in the door and the pink haired girl walked off to wherever she had been planning to go, the shyest of The Big Three could easily tell that there was an organization to all this mess. Support students walked back and forth over each other's tools, feet never catching and none ever tripping up. Everything was so practiced, as if it was normal. It made Tamaki feel even more self conscious.
Just as Tamaki was about to turn towards a wall to make himself feel a bit better, he caught the form of the hottest guy he'd ever seen. Tall and, surprisingly, just as if not more muscular than Mirio, with (h/c) hair tied into a ponytail. He was focused on whatever he was working (something metal), but Tamaki could see the curve of his lashes behind the clear work glasses, and the bulge of his bicep wasn't hard on Tamaki's eyes either. The elfish boy couldn't help withdrawing into himself just a little, and may or may not have subtly released a bit of nervous omega pheromone. The hot guy looked up and around a bit, completely oblivious to Tamaki standing in the corner, before shrugging and releasing calming alpha pheromones.
The scent was so distinct that Tamako felt a shiver dance up his spine viciously like no other. It wasn't bad, so so so far from that. Tamaki's face turned bright red, skin so hot he felt like he was melting from the inside out. When he had calmed down enough, he approached and tapped the shoulder of the most mellow looking person in the workshop. They talked to him politely and kindly, and when he asked about where he could find a (L/n) (Y/n), they pointed directly to that giant hot himbo with the biceps. Tamaki simultaneously felt his stomach drop to the floor and his heart jump into his throat. HIM?! THE HOTTEST GUY YUUEI EVER HOSTED?? Apparently yes because that helpful mellow student instantly called out the guy's name and he turned around with such an eager face that it was clearly reminiscent of a puppy.
A smile broke out across his face and he turned off the machine he was using, some kind of metal grinder thing. Standing up, Tamaki was even more able to gauge just how big he was and BOY was he big. If he thought Mirio was larger than life, than this (L/n) - san was larger than the concept of consciousness because Tamaki was about to pass the fuck out. (Y/n) walked over with confidence and - god his hips were amazing. His gait was confident and steady, carrying him across the workroom with long, graceful strides. He reached the omega and his classmate in record time, placing his large, warm - looking hands on his full and powerful hips.
"What'cha need, Icchan? Ya don't usually call for my help." God, even his voice made Tamaki want to melt into the floor. Smooth and deep and kind and .. was that a slight hint of stubble on his chin? This guy was obviously made for the sole purpose of sending Tamaki into the insane throes of early onset heat and obviously this meant Tamaki had to have him. The guy beside him, Icchan, the hero intern supposed, barked a laugh and waved him off.
"Oh please, (L/n), as if I'd need your meatheaded help. Nah, guy here just wants a special item made. Said that he needed you to do it, specifically." (L/n) turned to look at Tamaki with the most beautiful glittering (e/c) eyes, squinted slightly by his smile.
"Alright, well, what's the item, lil fella?" Tamaki's throat closed up and his eyes instantly dropped to the ground. A bit of fearful scent made its way off Tamaki, mixing with the air. (L/n)'s smile slowly dropped, his expression turning sheepish as he bit his lip and released a bit of a calming scent once more. Tamaki would've worried about looking pathetic if he didn't want the alpha to WANT to protect him. Obviously he had to find him pathetic somehow. The alpha, (L/n), stopped as his smile grew stiff and he no doubt caught a whiff of Tamaki's unsure scent. Tamaki could see the apprehension in the alpha's eyes - unsure if he should calm him more or not. Apparently, the alpha instinct won out because (L/n) released the slightest bit more pheromone, just enough for Tamaki to inhale and savor it in his scent database.
It didn't take long for Tamaki to fork over the blueprints for what Nejire and Mirio needed, (L/n)'s eyes lighting up with familiarity. It wouldn't take him long to get this done at all - at most a month if he worked on a little every day. That's all the time Tamaki needed. He bowed, trying hard to stop his trembling so he didn't fall over, and dashed out of the workshop. His heart was racing as the shy young man nearly sprinted back to his dorm room, bypassing classrooms full of students as he made haste.
Once he shut the door behind himself and was cocooned in the safety of his dorm, Tamaki made a beeline for his bed and started nesting with the blankets for comfort. It wouldn't be the same as having that delicious alpha here with him, but it was better than nothing. Snuggling as far into the blankets as possible, an idea started brewing in his foggy little brain. The alpha's scent was replaying in his mind, so heady and thick and spicy sweet. Tamaki knew what he could do. He'd have to be patient, painfully so, but it would be worth it.
Once he'd sufficiently calmed himself, Tamaki spent the entire night baking a sheet of macarons, pastel blue and purple and perfectly round. He laid himself down for a short nap of 2 hours before he decided to venture back out into the terrifying school halls, mousing his way towards the support classrooms. Stopping in front of the one he visited yesterday, he once again fought with himself on whether to knock or not. And just like yesterday, the door was opened for him by the same girl. Her grin turned catlike and smug, noting the simple container in his hands.
"OI!! (Y/N)! YA GOT A LIL ADMIRERRRR!!" That gorgeous slab of man meat trundled over, pushing up his goggles as he wiped his sweaty forehead. His face turned from curious to soft, shoving the pink haired girl good naturedly.
"Stop teasin' tha lil guy, it's rude." The pink haired girl just stuck her tongue out and trotted out the classroom, some mechanical monstrosity cradled in her arms. Once she'd gone out of earshot, (Y/n) leaned against the doorframe, a kind smile on his face.
"If ya ever needta visit, you can just c'mon in and find me, 'kay? No one'll kick ya out, I'll make sure of it." Tamaki's face turned bright red as his heart nearly pounded out of his chest, jutting the tupperware of treats out in front of him as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"F - For you ..." he barely stuttered out, voice so quiet it was barely a whisper. (Y/n) looked down at it with wide eyes, before gingerly taking it, a bright smile stretching across his lips.
"Thanks, man! I'm sure these're super yum!" Tamaki nodded, fidgeting with his fingers before dashing off, face red as a tomato. (Y/n) simply watched after him, popping open the container and munching on a macaron before heading back into the classroom.
"Mm! He'sh sho nishe!"
Tamaki's plan was a success. For the past month, he'd been stopping by the support classroom with treats specifically for (Y/n), ensuring that every time (Y/n) saw him in the hallways or whatnot, he associated Tamaki with treats and good things. It worked beautifully. Everytime (Y/n) caught scent of Tamaki, his stomach instantly started growling and his mouth started watering, even if he didn't think Tamaki himself smelled the most delicious. It contributed to the urge for the (h/c) to seek the 3rd year out and check up on him, making sure he wasnt only baking.
Finally it was time for Tamaki to provide (Y/n) with his magnum opus. Perfectly and properly conditioned, that gorgeous, large breasted man would be none the wiser. A pudding cake with a cute bear decal on the top carried in the cutest container Tamaki could find in Nejire's dorm. It was pink with a small plastic white bow as the handle. Beyond cute - it'd work perfectly for (Y/n)'s beautiful smooth brain.
Like usual, Tamaki stood outside the support classroom, treat in hand. And like usual, the pink haired girl found him and alerted (Y/n) of 'his little boyfriend' with another yummy for him to savor. And also just like usual, (Y/n) clambered out of the classroom, face bright and grinning as he took in Tamaki's shy form, eyes shimmering at the box in his hands.
"Whatcha got there?" The dark haired boy gave a sheepish smile, wordlessly urging (Y/n) to take the treat. As the taller took the cake in his own hands, his face brightened exponentially, Tamaki squinting at the brightness. His heart melted nonetheless; it was great to see (Y/n) happy. And now it was his turn to make Tamaki happy, as said boy took the cute baby blue plastic spoon he was handed. The bite the (h/c) scooped up wasn't a small portion by any means and his eyes glittered with excitement. Tamaki watched intensely, the way the spoon slipped past plump lips, (Y/n) adorably oblivious to what he'd just resigned himself to.
It didn't take long for (Y/n)'s eyes to become glazed over and his smile to slightly drop as heat pooled in his lower abdomen. His head swam and fogged over, smile fulling turning into a concerned pout.
"T - Tama, I don't feel too good," (Y/n) basically whimpered. This didn't feel like a normal rut; instead of the normal adrenaline and testosterone flowing through his veins, (Y/n) felt sluggish and dizzy. He'd never felt like this before and, under all the brain fog, a twinge of fear sparked in the taller's meaty chest. To the navy haired boy, though, his chest filled with giddiness as he put on a concerned expression. Taking the taller boy's muscular bicep, Tamaki gently led him away from the workshop class, keenly watching as his eyes drooped and his muscles turned lax. As soon as (Y/n) lost consciousness, a large toothy grin covered Tamaki's face as he lugged the large boy into his arms. Finally, (Y/n) would be all his.
Nausea rose in the back of (Y/n)'s throat as his head pounded him into consciousness, his face scrunching up in pain. There was the low mutter of words in the back of his mind and he could feel a mass gently bouncing him up and down on a soft surface - what he groggily assumed was a mattress. His limbs were so leaden he couldn't even dream of lifting them at this point. However, he did attempt to open his eyelids, wondering what in the world was groping on him. Something pinched his stiff nipples, causing him to release a sleepy groan, lashes fluttering against his ruddy cheeks.
"Hnnngghhh ..." he grumbled, being jostled so rhythmically exacerbated his budding headache.
"O - Oh, you're awake. Good morning sleepyhead! You were under for so long I was starting to get worried." (Y/n)'s vision was still blurry and the room was dark, so he couldn't see the person above him. Regardless, trepidation built in his heart and, even though his limbs felt leaden, he tried to lift them to push on the person's shoulders. They didn't allow his weak attempts of retaliation to give them pause, lifting a hand off his ample chest to intertwine their fingers with his adoringly. (Y/n) blinked blearily, his eyes rolling in his head as he tried to focus on the person bouncing up and down, squeezing his hand in theirs.
"Mnnnghh ... nnghh??" His tongue felt thick and stuck to the roof of his mouth. (Y/n) could do nothing but moan and whimper as the moist, lash fringed eyes of Tamaki leaned down to brush against his own.
"D - Don't worry about anything anymore, I - I'll take care of it. You j - just gotta sit back and relax, okay? See? We - We're already such a good pair, aren't we?"
The headache grew stronger to the point where (Y/n) couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, but the murmuring didn't stop. Tamaki's voice, the sound of skin slapping on skin, and that over powering, hazy smell of omega pheromones became grey noise as he sunk back into that sticky, endless dark.
It took a bit until (Y/n) was ready to go back to school. Going in public hadn't been an issue - there wasn't many strangers (Y/n) was keen on meeting - but classmates and peers would be an issue.
Thankfully, (Y/n) was receptive. A good ball draining and sweet words incessantly whispered into his ear did well enough to keep him docile and obedient. Now, he never strayed far from Tamaki's side.
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"(Y/n), be good in class, remember? Y - You promised." The (h/c) nodded dumbly, eyes trained on Tamaki. The omega nodded and patted the alpha's strong bicep, giving him a gentle push in the opposite direction. It took a bit more prodding but eventually (Y/n) turned and went on his way with a couple backward glances.
Tamaki was still a bit worried that (Y/n) would be accosted by another omega - he was a bit too stupid to actually fend for himself against the mind games omegas played, especially now, but the elfin boy trusted him to report everything back to him at lunch. It would be nothing Tamaki hadn't dealt with before.
When lunch rolled around, Tamaki couldn't get out of his seat fast enough. Nejire and Mirio noted his eager escape but didn't have time to say anything before he'd dashed out of the classroom and down the hall toward the support classes. But it wasn't like this was unusual lately. They reasoned he'd probably just gotten himself a pet and let it be. Looking at each other, they shrugged and headed for the cafeteria.
Tamaki beelined for the workshop he knew (Y/n) would be in. His heart raced and sweat beaded at his hairline. He wanted to see (Y/n) so bad, to put all these anxious racing thoughts to rest. He barely even hesitated to fling the workshop door open and hastily shuffle inside, eyes nervously scanning the room of sweaty, working teenagers.
He could finally let out a breath of relief when he laid eyes on the far corner.
Backed in a corner and reeking of "fuck off" pheromones, (Y/n) was sulkily fiddling with something, hunched over like a bear. Tamaki's cheeks flushed, losing a bit of control of his happy pheromones. There he was - his alpha.
(Y/n)'s nose twitched and he paused, getting the slightest whiff of Tamaki's scent. His head shot up, eyes darting desperately to the doorway. That grumpy pout instantly turned into a wide smile, pursed only in an effort to not grin like a total idiot, and his eyes started to gleam.
"Tamaki!" Whatever he was working on was shucked to the side in favor of striding over with those long thick legs and scooping Tamaki up in a bear hug. His nose buried right up against Tamaki's scent gland, huffing him deeply. Tamaki let out a giddy little laugh and patted (Y/n)'s broad back muscles.
"I - I missed you ... Been good?" (Y/n) nodded, hands clasping both of Tamaki's as he stared at the omega like he put the stars in the sky. Tamaki smiled and slipped one hand out of the vice like grip to give him a headpat. "Good. Let's g - go get lunch then."
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request from -toshiba- on wattpad!!
SYNOPSIS: robert never liked having you around. you were constantly on his ass. or should he say in?
CHARACTER: male reader / robert chase
NOTE: first commission, wtf man @jerboas thank you. it’s a little short i’m sorry D:
WC: 1.4k
WARNING: hate sex,, rough (?) sex,, degradation,, robert’s whiny,,
“having you around is seriously a punishment, why are you so obnoxious?” robert muttered, eyes locked on the blood test he was running. his eyebrows were stitched together, not in focus, no, because you were there. standing. supposed to be ‘helping out’, as cuddy insisted.
“what?” you answer, confusion now etched on your face. “i literally did nothing. nada. didn’t even say a word.”
“exactly. useless.” he added flatly, face turning into a grimace. he wasn’t even schooling his expression. oh dear.
“as far as i’m concerned, you called me ‘obnoxious’, not ‘useless’, so how does that even correlate?” you question him, pride kicking in to defend your dignity. almost an instinct. you even lift your chin higher and straighten your posture.
“and that’s exactly why you’re obnoxious.” robert responds with a deliberate eye roll, standing properly while taking his gloves off. “you can’t do anything right.”
“i messed up one test. patient’s fine. won’t happen again.” you retaliate with a small bemused scoff and a shake of your head.
“and i was there to rectify the situation.” he sighs out as his shoulders slump.
“actually, it was house. you just happened to be on his team. and it wasn’t even a situation to mend, jackass.”
“how cute.” house says, limping in the laboratory. “bickering like an old married couple. when did the wedding happen? why wasn’t i invited?” a brief pause. “i wouldn’t have went but i would’ve loved throwing away the invitation.”
“house-” robert tried to speak but he was interrupted quite quickly.
“he started it. it’s like he has this deep, empty hole in his chest filled with hatred and he’s specifically directing it towards me.”
“aww. how sweet. and they say romance is dead.” house smirks, tilting his head at you.
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“fuck.. fuck, mmh-” robert's curse words were muffled by your mouth pressing to his. he writhed a little, all squirmy and restless.
“i have let it slide-” kiss. “-far too many times.” another kiss. “you..” you sigh, trailing your lips down his jaw. “and that stupid attitude.”
a tiny whimper left robert’s mouth as he tilted his head back, facial expression a grimace. too little. he needed more. “come on, stop with the- the reprimands.” and just as he was about to reach out, your hands grasped his wrists and pinned them down to the plush duvet. his duvet. his bedroom. his apartment. how did this even happen?
your lips were leaving wet kisses, bites, hickeys and all sorts of marks across the pale skin of his throat. he, of course, wiggled and twisted in your grip, another deprived sound escaping him. “more. get on with it, fuck- don’t be annoying in bed, too.” he groaned out, struggling against your hold once more.
“oh yeah?” you huff. “i’ll show you annoying, you insolent asshole.”
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“quiet.” you urge, one hand splayed over his mouth in order to muffle the sounds spilling out of him. with the deliberately harsh thrust in after barely any prep, robert lurches, spine arching like a cat getting scruffed. inevitably, he moans against your palm, eyes fluttering shut. his legs were spread and bent at the knee, feet firmly planted on the covers. of course, they slipped and his legs straightened out, muscles twitching.
“‘do this’, ‘do that’, i’m tired of you walking all over me.” you speak, slowly pulling out to the tip. “acting like you’re better. like you have the experience.” sharp thrust back in.
“mm-mmph..” robert's hands scramble to hold onto your forearm, even going as far as trying to pull it away from his mouth.
“piece of shit, that’s what you are. belittling me whenever you have the chance just because you don’t like something about me.” you continue, leaning your body over his. “newsflash, jackass, you have to get off your high horse, for-” you cut yourself off by thrusting in roughly. maybe a little too roughly, the loud slap of skin against skin echoing off of the walls as a choked off, practically pained sound left his lips, being muffled against your palm. “-once..” you finished as his legs, quaky as hell, lifted, feet planted on the place where your hips meet your thighs. he unconsciously kicked at you, but only for a little.
“easy.” you whisper, your lips now ghosting the shell of his ear. your palm is wet. your pace doesn’t let up, not for a bit, and he’s squirmy. hips lifting off of the bed, shaking. cute. “this is fine.. you can take this, yeah?” your tone is condescending. “for all that shit talking, the high and mighty act.. you can. you will.”
robert groans, albeit the sound was a little.. whiny, still. he tilted his head back, eyes fluttering as he fought hard to keep them open, hair spread on the pillow like a halo. his abdomen is all sticky with his precum, where his cockhead keeps rubbing against. your fingers were now grasping his jaw, fingertips pressing into his skin. he gasped a breath as your hand finally left his mouth, lips slick and red. “looky here, chase.” you urge him, tone haugthy.
with a sharp tug, he managed to free his face.
idiot.
“fine.” you scoff, though no smile graced your features. “bitch all you want.”
your hands slid down to his hips, grasping them firmly. you shifted to sit on your heels, making slow rolling motions with your pelvis. oh yeah. that hit deep.
“a-ah! ah fuck! fuh-fuck, fuck- mmh-” robert bit down on his lip, hands flying up to grip the mussled up duvet. “oh- my go-ohd.. shit.” the last word was so drawn out, so… wheepy. not to mention his shaky voice. he was so disdainful towards you, and now? crumbling just because of your dick. and oh, would you look at that, your pace increased.
“your neighbours can hear you.” you coo. “slut.”
robert tried to scowl, he really did, he was just.. flushed, sweaty, quivering, knuckles white, so the effect of the grimace was ruined. those thin, blond strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, eyes lachrymose, shining beautifully in the dim lighting. muffled sounds kept escaping him. you noticed the way his hand slowly moved to his cock, enveloping it in hopes of stroking himself. no chance.
reluctantly, your hand found his and you pinned it to the bedding. “not in a million years.” he whined at your words. “hands off.”
your thrusts slowed again, and when they did, robert’s thighs threatened to close. “why are you making this difficult?” you sigh, nudging his legs to stay open. a little mean, certainly, but robert? dude is blissed out, staring up at you with wet puppy dog eyes. “keep 'em open.” you order.
he nods, the action barely perceptible.
did he break?
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and break he did.
robert wasn’t fighting it, not anymore. so pliant. so loud. he kept clinging to you, fingernails-down-your-back kind of clinging.
oh, also, somewhere along the line between you talking shit and fucking him, pace speed so unstable and in a constant state of flux, tears started spilling over. his eyes were red, face visibly stained, and sniffles were constant.
robert had his arms around your shoulders, head buried in the crook of your neck. soft sounds like 'mmh-' and 'ghh' were muffled by your skin, muscles in his body tensing the moment you thrusted up into him, hole clenching around you. every brush of your tip against his prostate had him even more loud and arching his back, chest pressing to yours with moans-turned-to-sobs.
“i- i… i’m gonna- cum.. i’m gunnacuuhm..”
roberts voice was so quiet that you almost missed it. your pace didn’t falter.
“what makes you—” a groan escaped you despite yourself and cut you off because holy shit he was tight. “—think.. that you can?”
“what..?” another soft, strained murmur from robert. his cock rubbing up against your abdomen didn’t help whatsoever.
“you heard me. you can’t. not yet.” you say as you nudge your head with his, moving both his hips and yours in sync.
“no—no, i can’t—mhh fuck.. hold it, what?” he bit out, clearly urgently, lower lip trembling.
“don’t you even dare.”
“shit- oh god-” he breathed, voice rising in pitch at the end, writhing restlessly in your grip. he wasn't even able to get anything else out. he came. unpromted.
oh he doesn’t listen? yeah, two can play that game.
I think Satoru could get off on teasing touches alone if you did it for long enough
He’s so foreign to physical touch after having infinity on for so long, so groping, caressing, kissing, it’s all so overwhelming he could just explode right here and now
And he did so now you gotta change shirts just because you got carried away on a makeout with Satoru
