#A shame he was only in it for a little bit

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

you'd never let me fall ・b.c

—Bangchan who carries you home while your a little drunk and your feet a lot a bit hurt

paring・bangchan x gn!reader // geners・fluff, established relationships // words・900 // warnings・drunkenness, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・i needed something soft and fluffy after a pretty big fight with my dad and i found this also @sunnysdiary istg i dont know what i would do without you ilysm. p.s. lowkey proud of myself for finally just writing (i only edited once for like an hour :))

You were exactly two blocks away from your apartment when the handful of shots you had thrown back earlier really started to hit you. The sun had died hours ago, the sky now sparkling with stars that seemed to dance and tangle with the streetlights in your vision.

Wow.

You were really fucked up.

You sigh, leaning deeper into the crook of Chan's neck, his hand pressed protectively against your back as he holds you up. His breathing is soft and calming when the world begins to shift again, sharp pain shooting up your legs thanks to the stupidest decision you made all night—wearing high-heels.

The only thing that could be heard over the harsh click of your foot-shaped-death-traps is your pained groan as you loll your head against Chan's shoulder and stumble over the sidewalk mindlessly.

"I'm tired, carry me home," you slur, a slight whine in your voice. He simply smiles, looking down at your dizzy gaze with tender eyes before effortlessly scooping you up bridal style.

The moon grins with you.

Your heartbeats intertwine as you squeal, lovesick giggles pouring from your lips as you hide your face in his sweat-coated neck.

There was no way he was real.

You pull away, blinking up at his sharp jaw and shiny lips, and you swore if you looked just long enough you could find the stars hung on his lashes. There was something about him, something that spread warmth underneath your ribs. You could never quite place it—the feeling bursting within you before settling down like sweet rose perfume fading off your shirt as your nose acclimates to the scent.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that made you so sentimental, or how in a rush of emotion you remember days when you used to assess others by their expressions, the tone of their voice, and the heaviness of their footsteps. You had gotten so used to living on the edge of disaster the thought of certainty deemed to be an impossible feat—that was until you met Chan. He was something special, he loved you softly, with gentle fingers and adoring gazes. He wasn't loud, not with his words or his actions, and sometimes from the outside, society might have deemed he didn't love you at all, but you knew better than that.

Just because it was subtle didn't mean it wasn't there—it just meant it was safe.

The notion alone is enough to bring tears to your eyes, drunkenly choking out: "Thank you for always carrying me."

His gaze softens before he faintly tilts his lips, muttering, "Thank you for letting me carry you."

You were almost to the house when, mindlessly, half-asleep, you mumble, "You'd never let me fall," before going limp in the comfort of Chan's strong arms.

If you weren't so drunk, you might have noticed the shift in his stride, how a shy blush falls over his cheeks and he fights the urge to spread a smile so bright across his face it would put the sun to shame.

But you were far too gone to notice. And he was so focused on keeping you safe that he didn't sense how deeply in love with him you were right then.

You were correct; down to his very last days, he would never let you fall.

You hadn't realized how close you were to the apartment before he steps through the unlocked door, your vision blurring into the darkness of your shared home. It was the silky sheets you felt first, the warmth of his hand leaving you only before he gently pulled the covers over your body and right underneath your chin.

He kisses your forehead, lips lingering there before, hesitantly, he whispers, "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get to carry you."

He brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes as you crack them open only to smile, lopsided and silly. "I guess we'll never know."

Bangchan stares at you for hours after that, admiring you in all your tranquility. He knows he should stop, but he also knows he can’t. It had bottled inside him for so long, and it felt as though the rug had been ripped out from under him, and suddenly his feelings flooded out of him all at once. This wasn't what average love felt like—it was pure, gentle, and, best of all, entirely absolute.

In the novels, love is described as something maddening, profound, and disorienting. And while there are moments where it felt as though the galaxy had been sewn into your fingertips, it was more than that. Chan quickly came to find that love lived in silence—the intimate moments where words didn't matter. There was no pressure or unrealistic expectations when he was with you, no anxiety about being perfect all the time. Being with you made the world feel... lighter.

He breathes, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. You shift, instinctively leaning into his touch. A small smile tugs at his lips when the moonlight catches your face just right; you were peaceful, angelic like spring flowers fluttering in the breeze.

There are very few things in this world that are truly poetic. Some may say the stars, the sea, humanity, and the very depth of our emotions. And while Chan could agree with all of those, his love for you outweighed them all.

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[themultifanshipper]

Blood, Slick and Tears

Bahrain 2025

Warnings: quite angsty in a couple of places, sub George (hear me out), leg humping (HEAR ME OUT), oral, bathroom sex, blowjobs, Ollie is drunk but very much consenting, for the sake of the fic let's say Landoscar are staying at the palace, reader eats ass i'm not sorry, kinda subspace? Is it subspace or drugs? Idk, Also injury but nothing major, mention of blood, Lando does not have a good time for a while

One of the Boys Masterlist

"Please, I need you" he sounded almost... broken.

"Are you here to beg?" You asked incredulously.

"Yes"

You stared.

"Then beg "

George gulped, desperate to be touched by you after so long. He shakily got on his knees on the plush carpet of your hotel room floor. This was pretty humiliating.

He slowly crawled over to where you stood, dressed and almost ready to go out for the night to celebrate with the McLaren team (and whoever else decided to join) at the palace.

When he got to your level, you could see the tears clinging to his lash line as he crooked his neck upwards to look at you.

"Please-" his voice cracked and he closed his eyes in embarrassment.

This isn't how he'd planned this. He wanted to barge in and take what he wanted, but you just had a way of turning his resolve to dust and he crumbled, now he was just a pathetic lump at your feet.

"Please, fuck- I'll do anything. I don't know if I can win a race anytime soon and it's just... I feel so useless at the moment and I need-"

He was seconds away from hyperventilating and you reached out to thread your fingers through his locks and pull.

"Show me how desperate you are"

He blinked, showing more vulnerability than you'd ever seen as his shaky hands came up to rest on your thighs, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt.

"Can I? Can I, please? I'll be good, I promise"

You nodded with a quiet hum, and he pulled the fabric up around your hips and licked his lips at the little blue panties you had on.

The colour choice may have been a coincidence but it did something to George's brain that he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"Well? Take them off, put your mouth to good use"

He dragged them down your legs and groaned softly when you were finally bare in front of him. He'd really missed this.

"Could you..."

He looked up at you, eyes wide and wet.

"What?"

"Spread your legs?"

You smirked, doing like he said and he shuffled closer to nose up your inner thigh.

He was seconds away from whining like a dog at your scent, so familiar yet he felt like he was discovering it all over again after months of being denied it.

He glanced up at you again for permission and you nodded.

"Go on, then. Show me how much you've missed me."

He shut his eyes and closed the distance, burying his face between you thighs as he immediately started lapping at your folds like a starved dog.

When he started groaning and sucking at your clit you got an idea.

"George, why don't you get yourself off, hm?"

He went to undo his trousers but you tutted and tugged his hair up.

"Ah ah, not with your hands"

He frowed in confusion as he thought about the logistics of getting his pants off without his hands, but then it hit him. This was about humiliating him, you didn't want his trousers off.

To get the point across you moved one of your legs between his and he gasped when your shin made contact with his bulge.

The realisation dawning on his face was a beautiful sight, and his face flushed a bit in shame, but soon he was grinding against your leg like a bitch in heat while you used the leverage you had on his hair to use his face to your satisfaction.

His tongue was as deep as he could get it inside you while you grinded on his face, and used his nose to bump against your clit.

It was messy, and desperate but you got into a rhythm and pretty soon you were chasing your high, moaning into the quiet air of the room, the only other noise being the wet slide of your cunt against his face.

You came on his tongue and he lapped it all up eagerly, and only after you'd regained your senses did you realise that George had also come. In his pants.

He was panting as you released him, and he slumped down onto all fours, catching himself before he could topple over completely.

You made quick work of pulling your underwear back on, and readjusting your skirt as you slipped into the bathroom to check your makeup was still in place.

"I need to go, Georgie, I said I'd meet the boys there. Feel free to take a shower or whatever you need."

He didn't reply straight away, standing up on shaky legs and looked at the door you were about to exit through.

"Please don't tell anyone about this..."

"About what?"

He noticed your smirk that indicated you were just messing, but he needed to hear you say it.

"Oh, about you on the floor humping my leg like a dog? No sweat, I've already forgotten all about it!"

You picked up a light jacket and headed out, but George grabbed your arm to stop you.

You just looked at him expectantly as he hesitated.

"Uhh... thank you"

You smiled at him. "No problem. See you next week, George"

You gave him a brief peck on the cheek before making your way out.

Hopefully Mercedes would get their shit together in Jeddah.

...

By the time you got to the palace, part of the McLaren crew had departed, leaving mostly top brass and various drivers in the mix.

You avoided Zak like the plague, so unfortunately that meant avoiding Oscar because he seemed to be stuck to him like a leech for most of the night, but you did run into Andrea, who rather liked you, and informed you Lando was with Max in a VIP room somewhere doing god knows what.

But your eyes caught something, or more accurately someone, on the dancefloor.

His white shirt was bright in the blue light, so he stood out as he danced.

Ollie was obviously already one or two sheets to the wind as he showed off his skills, dropping low and doing his best impression of a whore.

You couldn't help making your way over to the dance circle where a handfull of people were cheering him on.

After a few minutes of shaking his ass, Ollie spotted you and spread his arms to engulf you in a bear hug, almost knocking a couple of drinks out of other people's hands in the process.

"I see you're having a good time!" You laughed and he grinned and led you over to the bar.

"What can I get for you?" He almost didn't slur his words as he waved the barman over.

"I'll have whatever you're having"

"Okay. Two tequila sunrises, please!"

You laughed "Jesus Ollie, that explains the dancing"

He put his hand on his chest as if he'd been stabbed and gasped.

"My dancing is fantastic, actually"

You stepped closer to him and put a hand on his thigh.

"That may be, but I'm not here to dance, though..."

He smirked lazily and took a sip from the drink the bartender had just put down.

"What are you here for, then?"

"Well..." you said coily, playing with the straw in your own drink. "You got into the points after starting last, 10 places gained... not bad for a rookie. I thought you deserved a reward."

The pink on his cheeks darkened and he looked around.

"What, here?"

"Well maybe not in the middle of the dancefloor, but the bathrooms are particularly fancy here..."

He glanced at the way your lips were wrapped around the end of the straw as you took a drink.

He was a weak man. A drunk, weak man.

The bathrooms were indeed fancy, each one had it's own little counter with a sink. Perfect for Ollie to lean against while you got his trousers off. His normally very adept fingers were struggling to do much more than white-knuckle the edge of the counter.

You kneeled on the polished marble floor (god, you hated rich people) and his legs almost gave out before you even got your mouth on him.

It would seem Ollie was needy when drunk, and desperate, and so incredibly whiny too.

"aah..." his parted lips let out the softest sounds when you kissed his tip, hand wrapped around his girth and tongue giving him little kitten licks now and then.

"Please- don't tease"

The breathless moan he let out when you finally took him almost fully into your mouth was music to your ears, and in a flash his hand was scrambling for purchase in your hair.

His eyes were dark and his jaw slack as he looked down at you taking more and more of him down your throat.

You could feel him twitching in your mouth and you knew this wasn't going to take long at all.

One of your hands went to cup his balls and roll them gently in your palm, and he let out a bone rattling groan as his hips twitched.

"I'm close..." he panted, and you redouble your efforts, running your tongue along the underside until he was whining loudly and the bitter taste of his cum filled your senses.

You pulled a face and quickly spat it into the sink before helping Ollie get his pants back on.

He looked a bit spacy but happy as you adjusted his shirt collar and used it to pull him down for a filthy kiss. He hummed at the taste of his own cum and deepened the kiss by pulling your body against his, and you didn't realise what he was planning until your ass was firmly planted on the counter and he was spreading your legs to get between them.

You pushed at his chest to stop him and he frowned.

"I gotta go Ollie. But keep putting in performances like that and you'll be seeing me again soon enough"

You winked but he just pouted at you.

"But that's not fair, I want to repay you..."

"This isn't a transaction, Ollie, I do this because I enjoy it" you patted his cheek and slipped off the counter. "Just cause I feel like it. And like I said, keep up the good work and you can repay me as many times as you want"

He didn't look any happier to see you go, but it certainly made him more determined to get a good result next week...

...

You went off to find Oscar and Lando, which wasn't hard. They were in the biggest VIP booth of the lot, with what looked like the crown prince plus a bunch of other bahraini officials.

You decided against going up there and settled at the bar instead, whipping out your phone to send Oscar and Lando a text.

"I'm at the bar. Do you guys want to come down or shall I wait for you in my hotel room?"

The way their heads snapped up at the same time indicated they had very much been waiting for you.

"Wait a sec" came the reply from Lando, and you watched him excuse himself from the others and you saw him almost trip down the stairs in his haste to get to you.

"Heyyy..." he gave you a quick side hug in greeting and glanced back up at Oscar who was forcing himself to entertain the guests in Lando's absence.

"So... what's the plan?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you and stole a sip from your drink.

"I thought we could go back to mine and have a blast?"

He grinned and took your hand in his, pulling you along with him through the dancefloor and into a corridor.

"Sounds good, but... I have a slightly better offer"

He stopped in front of a large oak door, right at the end of the stone hallway.

"This is where me and Oscar are staying, and I have a feeling you'll like it..."

You certainly didn't hate it, it was all gold and white stone and marble with tapestries and warm toned curtains everywhere. Very grand.

But what did in fact catch your attention was the enormous canopy bed in the middle. It was round, with curtains around it.

"You... you sleep here, with Oscar?"

Lando laughed, understanding the confusion.

"No, his room is through that door" he pointed to a small door on the opposite wall "and it's all blues and cool tones..."

You hummed.

"And why is Oscar not here?"

"Oh! right..." he pulled out his phone and typed a message on it "Oscar is distracting Zak and the others so that they don't see the three of us leave together. I'm telling him he can come now"

"Good" you purred, pushing Lando towards the bed "I'd hate for him to miss out on the fun..."

Within seconds you were naked and kissing, grabbing at random flesh as you felt his cock swelling between your bodies.

"Got any lube?" you panted, separating for air and he frowned.

"Yeah, why?"

"I have an idea"

You made him fetch the lube while you watched from the bed, his perky ass swaying with his movements.

"What's the plan, then?" He threw the bottle onto the bed and you uncapped it to smell it.

"Pineapple? Really?"

He rolled his eyes. "So what do you want me to do?"

You grinned at him evilly. "Turn around"

His eyes widened.

"You cannot be serious"

"I'm dead serious. I'm prepping you for Oscar."

He reluctantly got on his hands and knees and waited for the cold sensation of the lube, but nothing came.

"Come on Lando, I've seen you arch better than that"

He scoffed and dropped onto his elbows to stick his ass out and ducked his head in embarrassment.

He let out a breath and was about to complain when the sensation of something slick on his hole made him jump, and moan in surprise.

It wasn't cold, like lube, it was... hot.

His suspicions were confirmed when both your hands made contact with his skin, spreading him open while your tongue licked bold stripes up his perineum.

"Oh!" He gasped "holy- oh fuck"

He hadn't been expecting you to eat him out.

You groaned into it, pushing the tip of your tongue against the tight ring of muscle, barely breaching it.

Lando was rocking back and forth, trying to get you deeper and he felt your smile against his skin when you obliged.

"Sorry about the wait, Zak wouldn't leave me a-"

Oscar's eyebrows shot up as he took in the sight before him.

"Well this I don't see every day..."

You pulled away from Lando, grabbing the lube to slick up your fingers with.

"I thought I'd prep him for you, so you can slide straight in"

Oscar smirked and got undressed at the side of the bed, melting at the way Lando was trying to hide the heavy blush on his face and creeping down his neck.

"Sounds good to me" he murmured softly, kneeling on the bed behind you while his hands wandered over your body, up your sides and over your thighs.

His hot breath on the back of your neck made your hairs stand on end and he settled his chin on your shoulder to watch what you were doing.

"Let me help with that"

You knew by his tone that he was up to no good, and he swiped some lube and pushed a finger in beside yours, stretching Lando's rim around the both of you.

"Jesus, Oscar" Lando whined and a drop of precum landed on the sheet under him.

"What? You like us both being inside you?"

You slid a second finger (of yours) in and pumped them in and out a couple of times before Oscar slid another one of his in.

Lando whined again at the stretch, and you had to admit this was getting you a little hot and bothered as well. The novelty of fingering a man, with another man was quite exciting.

You hadn't noticed Oscar's other hand curling around you until he was sliding two fingers inside you as well.

"Ooh, looks like Lando isn't the only one that's enjoying this, hmm?"

You could hear how wet you were with the slight squelch between your thighs as he pumped his fingers in and out, at the same rythm as you were fingering Lando.

"God, this is..." you didn't know quite how to describe exactly what this was.

Lando shivered and pushed his hips back further.

"Please, Osc. Fuck me"

And Oscar wasn't going to deny such a polite request. Not when Lando's hole was almost gaping just from four fingers.

You sat against the headboard and Lando crawled over to you, Oscar following behind, and settled back on his elbows so he was eye level with where you were glistening in the light.

He licked his lips and just when he leaned in, Oscar chose that moment to slide his lubed up cock into him to the hilt.

The groan resonated against your flesh and your thighs twitched around Lando's head.

He spread them further, and you planted your feet on his shoulders as he wasted no time devouring you, almost as eagerly as you'd eaten him out moments ago.

Your eyes met Oscar's and he smiled, giving you a lazy thumbs up and you giggled softly at him and returned it.

Moans were falling from Lando's lips as Oscar fucked into him, their hips slapping obscenely in the otherwise quiet room.

You saw a menacing grin appear on Oscar's face and he leaned over Lando, who promptly collapsed flat on the bed with Oscar following the movement easily to continue his harsh pace.

"Better make her come before you do Lando, or you're going back in the cuck chair for the rest of the night..."

Lando gasped and looked up at you, his eyes were glazed over and his face was covered in you.

Even though he was losing it a bit with how good his prostate was being pummeled, he was doing his best to lap at your clit to get you there as fast as he could.

It was a race, a competition for them and to you, it looked like Lando was losing.

He was getting frantic, trembling as he started to feel how close he was getting. Tears sprang to his eyes and he started begging.

"Please, I can't- I can't go back in the chair please- please I can't- fuck"

His jaw was going slack and his voice hoarse as Oscar ignored him and gripped his hips to go harder. Lando was whining openly at the pleasure.

"Oscar, please- please stop I don't want- I-"

He was properly slurring and his face was pressed into the flesh of you thigh. You were almost in awe of how Oscar was making him lose control of his sanity.

"Fu... I ca... pl..."

He was trying his best to hold off but inevitably the pleasure was too much and he completely lost control of his body.

And apparently also his brain, because suddenly, as he was coming, he opened his mouth and bit down on the flesh of your thigh.

Your ensuing cry of pain confused Oscar, who couldn't see what Lando was doing and he mistook it for pleasure.

It took several seconds for Lando's jaw to unlock and you yanked him off by his hair and stared at his face, that was red and blotchy and covered in a mix of slick and tears.

"What on earth was that?" Oscar asked as his pace slowed to allow Lando some respite.

"He fucking bit me! look!"

Indeed, there were teeth marks in your thigh and little beads of blood appearing.

Oscar's eyes bugged and he stared at the back of the other man's head.

"What the fuck, Lando?"

His breathing was erratic and he was crying silently.

"Lando?"

"Sorry- fuck. I'm sorry!"

He dropped his face onto your thigh, right next to the bite. His legs were still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm and his eyes were closed.

"I don't- please I can't go back in the chair, please! I hate it so much..."

He was crying and drooling into your skin and you took pity on him, cupping his jaw and stroking his cheek soothingly.

Oscar looked bewildered, he was still hard and wasn't sure whether to pull out or keep up his agonisingly slow thrusts, because Lando was grinding back against him, apparently unconsciously.

"Lando take a deep breath. I thought you liked it. You didn't say anything yesterday?"

Lando took a breath. "Once you untied me I was fine, but I hate being forced to watch and not being able to do anything..."

"Oh Lando..." your heart broke, but a soft whimper from the man made you realise Oscar was still moving inside him.

"Do you want Oscar to stop?"

He shook his head.

"I'm still hard and I really need to come again"

You felt safe to laugh because Lando was smiling softly and you extracted yourself to allow Oscar to turn Lando over, and he was indeed still hard.

"Want us to take turns fucking you?"

Lando hid his face in the crook of his elbow, whining as Oscar upped the pace of his hips again.

"Yes, please"

Oscar grinned at you and grabbed Lando's hips to drive into the older man harder.

The strangled moan that came out of him was indecent, and the tension in the room dissolved instently.

Oscar had been pretty close, and his high was now coming back full force with the powerful roll of his hips and he leaned down to capture Lando's lips in kiss, which the other man swallowed greedily.

"Gonna come again, Lan? Gonna be a good boy and come on my cock?"

Lando threw his head back and Oscar took the opportunity to plant sloppy kisses down his neck.

"We're gonna be good to you, make you come so many times you forget all about it, okay?"

Lando nodded desperately, Oscar's words really had a way of turning him on more than anything.

They came almost together, Oscar first, his hips slamming into Lando's as he groaned in pleasure and Lando came seconds later, completely untouched for the second time.

You gave him a minute to catch his breath, and he looked like he was ascending to heaven right then and there... but his cock was still rock hard and showed no signs of going down.

"Have you taken something, Lan?"

He nodded, eyes unfocused. "Yeah, someone had some stuff on them at the party..."

For god's sake, Lando. You rolled your eyes and waved Oscar off.

He pulled out and you straddled Lando's hips, and rubbed yourself over his cock to get him wet.

"You need to come again?"

Lando gasped at the new stimulation and his stomach clenched.

"Please, yes!" His hands flew to grab your hips and he pulled you down onto him.

His arms were very weak, but you let him fuck you from below and roll his hips up as he needed.

It wasn't long before his strength failed him and you took over, bouncing on him and he panted, staring slack-jawed at you on top of him, now using his body for your pleasure.

"Do you think you can help me out?" You asked softly and he glanced down at where his cock was dissapearing into your dripping cunt.

"I don't think my arms are working"

He sounded completely out of it, and indeed his grip on your hips had gone slack so you sucked on your own fingers to get them wet and pressed them to your own clit while you rolled your hips.

The feeling of you tightening around him was sending Lando loopy again and you deduced he was close so you hurried to get yourself off, moaning his name to let him know he was being good for you.

When he came, it was a full body event.

His back arched and his toes curled, and he threw his head back to let out the most wretched sound you'd ever heard him make.

And you'd heard him make quite a few.

His whole body trembling, and the noises just kept coming as you felt him pulse inside you.

You both regained your senses enough to notice Oscar was gone, and only when another door you hadn't noticed opened, did you realise he had just had a shower.

"You two seemed fine on your own" he smiled and came over to kiss your cheek sweetly.

"Unfortunately I don't think it will be a good look if someone comes to wake us up and me and Lando are in the same bed, so I'm gonna help you clean up and then go next door"

You nodded, and noted he had a wet cloth in his hand to clean Lando up with, which he did with your help and you managed to get the lump of a man clean before tucking him into bed. He also grabbed some disinfectant from Lando's bag and cleaned up your thigh, which you hadn't noticed was smeared with blood.

"I think it's better if you stay with him" Oscar murmured, gazing at the half-conscious man on the bed. "I'm pretty tired, but if you want to wake me up in the morning for some more celebrations, you know where to find me" he winked and left through the adjoining door.

You curled up next to Lando and he hummed contentedly, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer.

"I'm sorry about tonight" he mumbled.

"That's okay, Lando. We had no idea you hated the cuck chair so much."

"I know, I'm sorry"

"S'not your fault" you kissed his forehead tenderly "but next time, maybe communicate with your words, not your teeth, yeah?"

He giggled.

"Oh and next time stay of the aphrodisiacs, okay?"

He whined and pulled you tighter against him, and you both drifted off with a smile on your faces, ready for the day to be over and tomorrow to begin.

[russo-woso]

Trouble maker || Alessia Russo x reader

Request | Masterlist

Summary Bubba gets into trouble at school for the first time which means it’s the first time you and Alessia have to deal with consequences of bubba’s actions

A/N Part of the A New Adventure universe

“Hello?” You asked, picking up your phone.

“Hiya, this is Miss Carter, Florence’s TA. There’s been a bit of an incident and we’d like it if you and Mrs Russo could come have a meeting with us.”

“Of course. Is Florence okay?” You questioned, panic running through you.

“Yes, everything’s fine. No one’s hurt but we just need to discuss something with you.”

“Okay, we’ll be there in half an hour.” You told her

“Thank you, Mrs Russo. I’ll see you soon.”

You put your phone down, rushing out of the changing rooms.

You’d finished training earlier, having tweaked your ankle in training and Renee telling you to sit out for precaution.

“Less! Alessia!” You shouted from across the field but still you got no response.

You ran more towards them, despite the pain in your ankle.

“Less!”

“Hiya, love. I thought you were heading back home.”

“I was, until I got a call from Wrens teacher. We need to go to the school and have a meeting with them.” You explained

“About what? Is Wren okay?”

“Wren is fine but they need to talk to us about something. We need to leave.”

“You two go. Our team’s little gooner comes first.” Renee said, overhearing your conversation.

“Thank you, Renee. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Alessia told her before running towards the changing rooms, assuming you were running behind her.

“Lessi! I can’t run. My ankle hurts.” You said, Alessia picking you up bridal style before running to the changing rooms with you in her arms.

Alessia quickly showered - the quickest showers in shower history - before changing and getting your stuff.

Alessia drove you both to Wrens school, making it just in time.

“Let’s see what our Wrens been up to.” Alessia said, taking your hand in hers as you walked into the reception area.

“Hi Mrs Russos. If you could just follow me.” Florence’s actual teacher - Mrs Cooke - told you, guiding you through to a separate meeting room where Wren was sat - her face red and blotchy, tear stains down her cheeks.

Your heart broke as you set eyes on your five year old.

You and Alessia took a seat on either side of wren.

“So, we’ve had a bit of an incident this morning.” Mrs Cooke began, Wren’s head falling as tears began to form in her eyes. “A classmate of Florence’s said a comment and in retaliation, Florence punched said child. Now, we’ve dealt with this said child and they’ve gone home for not only their injury, but also for their comment towards Wren. We understand that Florence may have had a lot of anger towards this child but violence is not accepted or tolerated in our school.”

“Oh, Wren…” you whispered, wren not looking up as her head continued to hang with shame. “I’m so sorry this has happened. I can assure you this will never happen again.”

“Both of them have apologised to one another and the other child’s parents are fine with the situation and won’t be taking it any further. I would suggest you take Wren home, I think it’s been a crazy day for her.” Her teacher said and you and Alessia nodded in agreement.

“Thank you.” Alessia told her, standing up before you walked out with Florence.

The three of you walked to the car in silence.

“Mama, mummy, are you angry at me?” Wren asked as she got in the car.

“I’m angry and disappointed, Wren. What did they say to you to make you punch them?” You asked

“He said that you and mummy were bad footballers and that girls can’t play football.” Wren told you both, a proud look appearing on Alessia’s face as she continued to drive.

“And because he said this, you punched him?”

Florence nodded in response

“Auntie le said that if anyone said something or did something bad to me, I should punch them.” Wren explained, you rolling your eyes at the justification.

“Right, and you decided to listen to auntie le and punch him? Why didn’t you go tell a teacher? You can’t just hurt people, wren.”

“Auntie le’s always right though. And you and mummy not bad footballers.”

“Yeah but Wren, you—” you began but Alessia cut you off.

“—Love, she was only protecting us.”

“I don’t care, Alessia. She still hurt someone and she can’t do that. Wren, you’re grounded for two days. No iPad, no TV. Got it?” You told her and she nodded.

“Good. And when we get home, you’re going to your room for five minutes.”

The rest of the way home was silent, none of you saying another word.

When you arrived at home, Wren went up to her room, leaving you and Alessia alone.

“Baby, she was only protecting us. She didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Less, she punched a kid. She can’t be doing that. She hurt him. Can you imagine if that was the other way round and we got a call saying wren had been hurt by someone. You’d be fuming.” You said

“Too right. No one hurts our Wren.”

“Exactly, that’s how his parents must be feeling right now. It’s not acceptable, lessi. I need to go call le and find out when and why she told wren to punch a kid.” You said, grabbing your phone and walking towards the dining room, closing the door behind you for the quietness.

You clicked on Leah’s number, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hiya le.”

“How’s Wren? What did she do?”

“Well, we’ve had an incident where she punched a boy in her class because her auntie le told her to punch someone if they were ever mean to her.” You said, a silence occurring as you finished your sentence.

“Well… I did tell her that but I didn’t think she’d listen.”

“Le, you’re like her auntie, in fact you are her auntie and she listens to you more than she listens to me and less. Please don’t tell her anything like that again.” You told her

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow where I’ll be giving you a proper lecture.” You said, a smile on your face as you said it.

“Oh god. Maybe I won’t go tomorrow.”

“Like vice captain Leah won’t go to training? Funny joke that is. Bye, le.”

You put the phone down, walking out of the dining room and seeing wren sat on the sofa with her iPad in hand.

“Umm, what an earth is this?” You questioned, gesturing to her iPad. “It hasn’t been five minutes. Why aren’t you in your room and why do you have your ipad?”

“Mummy said I could come down and watch Bluey.” Wren told you

“Alessia! I said she was grounded!”

“Love, she hasn’t done anything wrong. She protected us, I don’t see the big deal.” Alessia explained as you shook your head in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me? Wren, bubba, please go into the kitchen. I’ll call you through in a minute.”

Wren nodded, putting her iPad down and going into the kitchen.

“Less, how many times do I have to say it. She punched someone. If we don’t show her any consequences then she’ll just do it again. Please, I need to you to be on my side otherwise she’ll grow up hating me but loving you.”

Alessia slowly nodded, agreeing with your thinking.

“Thank you.”

“Wren!” Alessia called her through, wren soon walking into the living room.

Alessia picked wren up and sat her on her lap.

“Listen, bubba, what you did today is wrong and you can’t do it again. Because of your actions, me and mama have agreed that you’re grounded for two days. If you go to training with us, you’re grounded, if you go to nana and gramps house, you’re grounded. Mama’s spoken to auntie le and even auntie le said it was wrong. Now do you understand why you’re in trouble?” Alessia asked her

“I understand mummy. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, bubba. We understand why you did it but you can’t hurt people.” You added, hugging her tightly.

“I not listen to auntie le now. She tells me bad things.”

“Okay, bubba.” You laughed, running a hand through her hair.

“Can I still colour?” Wren asked and you nodded with a smile.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Alessia

“We’re a team, love. You don’t need to thank me.”

[grimmsbride]

﹡ ֗ ۪ please, baby please

LOVE FOR YOU 𝜗𝜚ྀི GRIMMS BRIDE

₊　 ✉️ | DATE NIGHT, pretty dresses and an even prettier you. Mark cant help but end the night with a little dessert..

﹡ | tags ◞　 ₊　 pre-established relationship | excessive use of pet names & dirty talk | reader is a bit of a tease | oral sex (f. receiving) | reader is chubby coded | mark lifts you | he likes you in heels.. | he’s a little pathetic | begging & yearning mark | ooc mark probably.. | he’s on his knees for you… literally | etc

﹡ | author’s note ◞　 ₊　 love writing mark like a slut, cause that’s what he is /j.. i also may do a drafts reveal but i hope you enjoy this little blurb!

Very little brought Invincible to surrender, on his knees begging for mercy or any sort of reprise for that matter. Except you. Beautiful, perfect you.

Tonight was date night, the day clear, Cecil ignoring you two— the whole nine yards. For once Mark made an effort; booking a table at the most beautiful restaurant, requesting you to wear a nice dress. Never one to disappoint, you dressed in a strapless bodycon gown, the blue highlighting your skin so beautifully— pairing the fabric with white heels.

The night was wonderful, coupled withlooks full of adoration and gentle hand grabs across the table. Mark made a promise to bring you here once again, even if it meant getting on Cecil’s bad side— a thought that caused you to giggle in the moment. Far too quickly it ended, the two of you heading home, ready to call it a night with some cuddling.

Only, that wasn’t on Mark’s mind at all. You were, every part of you. He asked you to dress pretty but he didn’t expect for you to look like this. He couldn’t count on a single hand how many times he restrained himself at the table— growing far too jealous of that spoon you kept wrapping your lips around.

So with the two of you being home, you asking so sweetly to help with your shoes; Mark saw his opportunity. He started at your shoes, gently undoing the straps and buckles, chuckling a little at your complaining.. only for his hands to rise, drifting up your thighs, pushing fabric to find more skin.

Soon enough his fingers were finding the thin strap of your thong, curling a digit around to push the underwear to the side. With zero restraint and way too much enthusiasm, the man dug his knees fully into the bedroom floor, pushing forward to press his lips against your center.

Gentle kisses, ones to hear you gasp as the feeling slowly enveloped your body. His hands smoothed up and down your legs, murmuring soft words right into your wetting sex, a mix of babbled i love yous and praises.

His tongue glided from his mouth, tickling your folds before parting them to find the bud nestled between. Darting the thick muscle up and down, round and round; fingers gripping at your plush flesh the moment you twitched. You stepped back, finding the wall for to lean against— Mark wasting no time in following you. Knees sliding across the floor, groans being muttered right into your pussy; his obsession, his yearning for you as clear as day— not a sense of shame in his body.

“Mark..” You whispered softly, hand falling to collect his hair, the wispy tresses passing through the gaps of your fingers. You trembled, eyelids falling over as his gentle yet expert tongue ran you completely wild. Of course Mark Grayson would use such an opportunity for his own selfish — was it really his? — gain. You wanted to mock him, state in full detail how much of a little pervert he was. But that would have to wait. For later, not when he had you wrapped around his little finger.

A swear dropped from your lips, gripping his hair tightly, eyebrows furrowing the moment the man drew even closer. His desperation was clear, feeling his fingers claw at your plush body, the muffled moans vibrating you each time they crawled from his throat. You couldn’t help the way you trembled as that familiar feeling drew closer, how your pussy clenched, and little button throbbed as the pleasure dragged on.

That simple thought had you moving, tugging the man away from you in one swift motion. Mark tried to fight it, attempting to push closer but you were so resilient and the man wasn’t one to stop you anyway.

Your eyes fell over his features, devouring the sight before you. His hair a mess, face slick with you and saliva, cheeks a flushed red, tie partially undone— you could come off this image alone, burning it deep into your memory.

“Why’d y—“

“I thought I… taught you patience.” You struggled to get the words out, fingers falling to press against his forehead the moment you noticed his eyes switch back between your legs. You couldn’t help but shiver at the little annoyed expression he wore, or how those once gentle hands were clenching just a bit more. “Couldn’t even let me fully undress, huh?”

“Not with how you looked the entire evening.” Mark spoke without missing a beat, glossed lips curling into the littlest simper. Coaxing hands soon treaded up and down your legs, looking up at you far too lovingly. “C’mon baby, don’t stop me.. I wanna taste you.”

“Was that not enough?”

Mark began to grumble, bordering on whining. His knees ached, his neck wasn’t at the best angle but there was no way in hell he was stopping now. Not a chance. “Fuck.. baby, please— let me finish, please..” He’s begging, lips pushing into the cutest little pout that has you keening internally. You felt that playful resistance waning the moment his lips peppered your heated skin, mumbling more soft sentences;

Please baby, please.

Need it so bad, you don’t know how much I struggled at dinner.

I know you want it just as much, [Name].. fuck.

Mark was saying all the right words, hitting every little spot in your mind. You slowly lifted your hand away from him, gasping the moment you felt Mark practically rush back to his previous position; lips wrapping around your pretty clit, sucking and licking it raw.

You whimpered softly, hips moving as the pleasure trailed back up your spine. You felt your body starting up again, shaking and shivering, clenching his hair so tightly you worried you would tear a few pieces out. Your free hand twitched against the cool wall behind you, pressing against it to hold yourself up.

The man wasn’t lying when he said he needed it, needed you; shown in his relentless actions. His tongue sliding across your sticky folds once in a while, poking at your withering hole, only to travel right back to your button to suck and lap at. His moans were even worse then before, wet declarations of pure enjoyment; unable to help himself entirely.

Soon enough you were building up again, your arousal trickling down your thighs, surely making a mess of your previously discarded panties and his pretty face. With a sudden rather powerful suck your knees were buckling, a moan thrumming through your throat quickly.

Mark wasted no time, hands sliding underneath your legs to lift you up easily, rising to his own as if you weighed nothing. His lips never stopped its rhythm, maybe even intensifying as his excitement shined through. His fingers caressed, pressing you up against the wall so you wouldn’t even think of escaping.

As his name fell from your lips the man couldn’t help but groan back, eyes flickering open to land onto your face. Your eyebrows were creased, lips quivering, and hands holding onto him for dear life. He couldn’t help the downright pussy drunk chuckle that vibrated right into you, his hold tightening.

“So fucking perfect… how’d I get so lucky..?” Mark mumbled to himself, a sweet little mantra that had stars invading your already blurry vision. Your stomach clenched, kneeling forward as your body shook against the wall, only able to cling to the man, letting him do what wanted completely.

All too quickly you were coming undone, arching as your legs wrapped around his neck tightly, Mark pressing against your thighs as if wanting you to squeeze him more. Moments of gentle licks passed, the man sucking up every drop of your arousal as if it was the sweetest nectar one could drink. His thumbs glided across your skin, soothing your withering body, helping you down your high slowly.

When fully satisfied Mark pulled away, gently sliding you down the wall to guide your legs around his waist. His arms snaked around your own, pushing close to stamp a wet kiss against your neck.

“When will you wear this dress again?” The man murmured into your skin, smiling a bit at the little giggle that escaped you. He shivered as your hands dragged up his arms, gliding to his hair to simply rake against his scalp.

“I don’t know.. will you let me actually take it off to wash?”

[secretlyazombi3]

UGHH i absolutely love ur fics! they're so descriptive n i love the way u write ♡♡ i was actually wondering if you could do a fic or drabble abt a bratty, pillow princess bimbo reader w a subby leon kennedy, preferably from re2 >_< specifically nsfw but anything else is fine too :33

Plaything ! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

 leon kennedy x fem! afab! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count: 3.4k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW!!!!, 2nd person, re2r leon, leon is a whiny pervy sub, unprotected (don't do that), missionary, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Leon can't help but be a subby boytoy for his bimbo gf :3

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: (requests r open) AAA TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST :33 this is my first time doing a request so i rlly hope u like it!!!

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Leon was home from an exhausting day at work, he'd chased down a few fugitives that were on the run, his legs were sore and dragging against the floor each time he trudged forward. The other officers teased him a bit, but it really had been a difficult run for him. 

And now he’d been fantasizing about coming home to eat dinner, which wasn’t too out of the usual. That man loved to eat.

You'd had a nice day off, you had only gone out to run some errands but used it as an excuse to dress up, but who could blame you? Your pink yoga leggings and matching cropped zip up needed to be worn out every chance you could get. 

Leon looked tired the second he came home, all he wanted was to eat and toss himself on your guys' bed - not without showering you in at least a hundred kisses, of course. 

"...'m home..." Leon called out as he shut the front door behind him, kicking off his shoes carelessly and gently dropping his duffle-bag onto the ground, leaving it there for when he left to work again tomorrow morning. 

Leon walked over to the kitchen, immediately reaching for the fridge to find some sort of snack. He deserved a little treat for himself after the day he’d had. 

“You’re eating already?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen, tilting your head to the side and pouting your lip slightly. “I was going to make dinner.” you added. 

Leon took a moment before finally pausing his adventure in the fridge, stopping his digging through the fridge to glance back at you. “I’m hungry-” he whined, stopping as he looked at you. 

“Did you go somewhere today...?” He asked as he looked you up and down, drinking in your outfit with his eyes. “I went grocery shopping.” you answered simply. 

“Wearing that?” Leon asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t trying to shame you or anything, it was just… unusual to him that you’d dress up that good to go get some groceries. Seemed like a waste to him. “Why, is that a bad thing?” you responded. 

“No, I-I mean it’s…” Leon started, stumbling over his words as his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. His eyes stopped trailing over your outfit - how the pink clothes perfectly complimented your skin tone, how the fabric hugged your body perfectly - and they got stuck on your chest.

His eyes were glued there, he was staring at the small amount of the skin on your tits he could see, beneath the cropped jacket that was slightly unzipped and pressed tightly beneath a white tube top. 

Stop staring. Leon mentally repeated to himself, but he had to repeat it more times than he’d like to admit for the message to finally go through in his head.

“It’s just weird to dress up that much for the grocery store.”  Leon finished, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. That wasn’t the detail that gave it away, it’d been dead obvious he was just staring at your tits for the past thirty seconds. His body language made it painfully obvious. The growing bulge in his pants didn’t help much. He was so pathetic; he was getting hard by just glancing at your tits. 

You furrowed your brows slightly and glowered a bit more. “Quit being so pervy.” you scolded him as if he were a misbehaving puppy. 

Leon hated when you talked to him in that tone - well, to be more honest, he hated how much he liked it when you spoke to him like that. All serious and demanding. He hated how weak in the knees it made him feel. 

“Sorry!” Leon apologized, his face turning from a light shade of fuchsia to a deep crimson. Guiltily, he let his eyes drag back down to your chest. He couldn’t help it, they were like magnets, like bees to honey, his eyes were just naturally drawn there like some sort of instinct. 

 “I just… I can’t help it when you’re dressed like that!” Leon whined. He really wasn’t trying to shame you for dressing like a bimbo to the grocery store, but he couldn’t help the jealousy that arose in him whenever he thought about you going out alone dressed in such a way. 

You got to shop all alone, no indication to others that you were taken with a boyfriend, all while showing off your body to strangers. He didn’t want anyone else to see your chest looking all perky and pretty, practically begging to be sucked on. Those were for his eyes only!

“How rude!” You replied to Leon’s comment. He didn’t say it directly, but he was essentially slut shaming you for dressing that way. Couldn’t he just understand that you just liked the clothes, not the attention from other men? You didn’t care if anyone at the store stared at you, you just cared about fashion!

Leon softened his expression a bit, not wanting to argue, especially since his words came out so wrong. He knew he was the erroneous one, he knew better than to question your decisions. 

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean it like that.” Leon apologized softly, not liking you being mad at him. He was always quick to bend over to you, he was a softie, he never wanted to be the one to upset you. 

“That’s fine. You just know how I feel about comments like that.” You mumbled as Leon pulled you in to wrap his arms around your waist which was exposed thanks to how short your top was. It was silent for a moment before Leon spoke again. “Had a rough day at work.” Leon grunted into your neck as he inhaled you roughly, bathing in your scent for a moment. Your perfume always helped him relax. “Yeah?” You asked as you brushed your fingers through Leon’s hair as he clung to you like a baby. Leon looked at you with his big puppy eyes, he’d been humiliated by his coworkers earlier and had come home and gotten you upset…. All he wanted was to be in your arms. 

Leon placed his hand on your cheek, batting his eyes at you a bit before pulling you in for a kiss. He was so desperate for you at this point… and your little outfit just made him lose his control. 

The kisses started slow and soft at first, a bit romantic, but each time he pulled away to breathe in some air, he’d come back more aggressive, sloppier, until it was nothing but open-mouthed sloppy kisses.

Leon gently lifted you up by your hips and set you down onto the kitchen counter. He only gave you a second to breathe before grabbing you and kissing you again, harder and more desperate with each kiss, not allowing you to pull away. 

His hips move a bit on their own, grinding against you and humping your leg like a damn dog in heat. He should feel shameful, and part of him does, but it just feels so good. He feels the shame slip out of his body with each little piteous hump.

You squirm a bit feeling a hard bulge prodding out of Leon’s pants rubbing against your clothed legs. You have to practically pry Leon’s face off of yours by tugging on his hair. A small string of saliva connects your lips even as Leon’s lips are forced away from yours. “Wha...?” Leon asks you breathlessly. 

“You’re humping me like a dog!” You sniveled. Leon stops his movement; he looks embarrassed that you actually acknowledged what he’d been doing. 

“S... sorry, I just… I need you…” Leon said breathlessly as he gave you those stupid puppy eyes again. You just can’t bring yourself to deny anything when Leon’s looking at you like that. 

Leon’s hand travels down his baggy uniform pants and into his boxers. He lets out a little grunt as he pumps his fist around himself. He was being so pervy, but he couldn’t help it. 

He pulled his pants down and let his cock adjust to the cold air all while you sat there on the counter, doing nothing but looking pretty for him. “Let me have you… please?” Leon begs you sorrily, his voice whinier than ever. 

You let out a little sigh as you breathed heavily as Leon gently pushed your legs apart for him, sliding off your pretty pink leggings and pushing up your top so he can free your tits and stare at them as shamelessly as he wanted.

"Only if you give me head first. I'm not going to let you just do missionary, that's so boring!" you replied. You knew Leon had a long day at work, but that wasn't an excuse. He'd still be putting in the work.

Leon looked at you pathetically, his lip pouted out slightly. Not being able to fuck you when he so desperately wanted to was probably his punishment for him perving on you earlier. 

Still, he gently flicks his tongue against your chest, kissing your nipple before lowering his kisses to between your legs. He starts off with a few kitten licks. Soft, quick licks like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. But he does know, and you know he knows. He’s done it before. He’s just being stubborn. 

“Is that the best you can do?” You asked Leon, your tone slightly bratty. He needed to actually put some work in if he wanted to be able to fuck you. 

Leon frowned when you asked him that, but he wasn’t one to argue (even if you were being a brat). Leon buried his face between your legs, nose touching your clit as he licked you long and rough. 

His hands, which were gloved with those fingerless gloves he wore every damn day, rested on your thighs. As his tongue traced your entrance, your knees buckled slightly, and Leon didn’t want you to trap him with your thighs. “Don’t crush me with your thighs…” Leon mumbled as he glanced up at you. 

Leon continued working his tongue, occasionally pushing it inside your cunt, making him whine thinking about how good it’d feel to put his dick in you. Why did you have to be so cruel? He worked all day, and you wouldn’t let him just use you to blow off some steam.

Leon groaned a bit as he continued eating you, shamefully getting a bit pussy drunk. You tasted so damn good, better than anything he could’ve found in the fridge.

He glanced up at you again, you looked so good at this angle, and being able to see your exposed tits like this was… God, Leon could come from just staring at you like this. Not to mention your beautiful moans. You were audibly enjoying Leon’s mouth, and it just made Leon even hornier. 

Leon’s tongue moved to your clit, tracing circles around the nerves. Leon heard you gasp a bit and suddenly your breathing became much choppier before bringing your knees together, practically suffocating Leon between your plush thighs. 

Leon pushed them away again desperately, pursing his lips. “I told you not to do that.” he bitched as he gave your clit some more gentle kitty licks. 

“Sorry.” you replied, but your tone made it clear you didn’t feel any actual remorse. 

You always did this - disobey Leon. He hated it, he wished he could punish you. Refuse to let you cum or put a leash on you and walk you around like a damn dog to embarrass you. But he didn’t have it in him to be anything but obedient to you. If anything, he’d let you do those things to him. 

You moaned as Leon continued savoring your pussy with his tongue, lapping it between your folds before continuing to stimulate your clit. You leaned your head back, letting your hair drape behind you as he gently grabbed Leon by his hair. You were close, and you didn’t want to let him stop for any reason. 

Leon kept flicking his tongue against your clit before removing his right hand from the inside of your thigh, gently pushing two of his fingers in. His saliva coated your pussy; it was easy for his fingers to enter. 

You squirmed a bit as you felt Leon’s fingers slide in and out of your cunt all while Leon was still desperately eating your pussy, suckling on your clit. Leon groaned a little as he ate you out. 

“Mm, fuck…” You breathed, furrowing your brows as you felt a heat pool in your lower abdomen. You knew you were about to come; you could feel that knot in your stomach only getting tighter with each thrust of Leon’s fingers and lick of his tongue. 

Leon felt you get tighter around his fingers, which was how he knew you were about to come. You dug your nails a bit into Leon’s scalp, throwing your head back even more as you squealed from pleasure. 

“Leon!” You yelped, moaning like a porn star as you forced Leon’s head down on you, not letting him escape as you came. After a moment of gasping for air from the aftermath of your orgasm, you let go of Leon, his pretty boy face covered in your juices. 

“Fuck...” he breathed as he looked down at you, his hand moving to his stiff cock. Once your breathing had returned to a mostly normal pace, Leon grabbed your hips and pulled you close. 

“Can I put it in? Please?” he asked you, practically begging, which made him feel pathetic. But he was desperately horny and had no choice. He positioned his dick against your cunt, gently rubbing his tip, which was now an angry-reddish tint from being hard for so long, against your folds. 

“You said you’d let me if I ate you out…!” Leon added, whining excessively as he looked down at you. 

Your eyes were still half-lidded; you were recovering from that orgasm still as you looked up at him. You inhaled deeply as you nodded a bit. “But only the tip right now, I’m sensitive.” 

Leon pouted at that. He ate you out and made you come, and he only gets to let the tip in? Leon slowly pushed his tip in; it was better than nothing. He let out a few grunts as he felt your cunt squeezing around his tip. Fuck, it felt amazing. 

Leon leaned forward and kissed your neck gently before burying his face in your chest. “You’re so cruel.” Leon complained as he pushed his tip in and out. No matter how much he wanted to just slam into you, force you to take his whole dick, he couldn’t bring himself too. 

“You’re such a baby.” You replied, brushing your fingers through his hair. Leon hated how he always gave you multiple orgasms only for you to give him the bare minimum in return. But he also knew he was a pathetic mess; he could probably cum just having the tip inside you.

He gently placed his hands on your hips as he continued pushing the tip in and out gently. He looked up at you, chin still resting between your tits, batting his eyelashes all pretty at you. 

“Can I…” Leon started, grunting a bit as he kept grinding his hips. “Can I push in more? Please? Please, I… I’ve been good.” Leon begged.

  He was pitiable, really. All his coworkers would just drag him harder if they found out that he was this submissive to his girlfriend. He was already being called a pretty boy by every other officer he worked with; this would bring him even more ridicule. Good thing they didn’t have to find out. 

“Mph. Fine.” you answered him. “I guess you earned it.” It only took Leon a single second to grab you by the hips and force his entire cock inside you. You gasped a bit feeling him push his dick in so roughly, he was acting so feral, like he didn’t have any decency. 

You grunted at first feeling his first few shallow thrusts, but those grunts became loud, desperate moans as he began slamming his length in and out of you. 

Leon’s eyes were struggling to stay open, fluttering open and close with each thrust. He leaned his head back and let out quiet moans and whimpers, too embarrassed to be that loud. 

“Shh, quiet down, you’re… you’re so loud…” Leon complained between little grunts and gasps of air. His cock was practically being choked by your walls, it was hard for him to think straight. Your pussy was practically cutting off his circulation. 

“Make me.” You spoke stubbornly, looking up at Leon with a bit of a cocky expression. You knew he wouldn’t. 

“You… you...” he breathed out as he kept grinding against you, using his hand to part your thighs even further so he could really submerge his dick inside you. 

His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was clearly sulking, but he couldn’t make himself punish you, his brain immediately returning to being filled with fuzzy nonsense. He just kept fucking you at a swift pace. 

“That’s what I thought.” you spoke again, your tone snarky, Leon still looking annoyed at you acting so damn bratty. He wasn’t even that annoyed with you at this point, more annoyed at himself for letting you walk all over him. He didn’t have the balls to tame you. 

“Mm… shut up…” Leon grunted as he closed his eyes, biting his lip desperately to try and silence his needy moans. But it was impossible to hold it back, so he let a few loud slutty moans slip from his lips. 

You just rested back, letting Leon do all the work as always. You weren’t scared to let your moans out, even if it was loud, even if the neighbors could hear. If anything, you wanted them to hear. You wanted everyone on the floor to know that you were getting absolutely piped by your cute boyfriend and they weren’t. 

Your knees try to buckle together but can’t, so you just decide to let your legs hug Leon’s waist as Leon keeps pounding you. Sweat was dripping down his forehead at this point, he’d been working so hard while you'd just been sitting there and taking it. And that’s what you expected, nothing less than princess treatment. 

Leon was getting sloppier with each thrust, you noticed, you knew he was close. “Rub my clit, baby.” you said to Leon, who was clearly lost in the moment. 

“Wha? I… Fine...” Leon replied, not liking having to think about anyone beside himself. He just wanted to be selfish this once and use your pussy like a personal flesh light. But of course, you’d never allow that. 

Leon placed his hand on your lower stomach and began gently rubbing your clit with his thumb. Slow, antagonizing circles around it. You whined a bit, feeling Leon tease you. “Faster.” you pouted. Leon grunted, but he obeyed, slowly increasing the pace of his fingers. 

Leon kept his ruthless pace with his hips, you knew you were close to getting a second orgasm. 

“I…” Leon breathed as his eyes clenched shut. “I… ‘m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” Leon panted desperately, his tone somehow the whiniest it’s ever been. “Inside… let me cum inside… please, please, please-” Leon begged you. 

“Fine.” you answered, only agreeing so he’d stop it with the begging, and because you felt more pleasure when he filled you up. 

Leon’s hips stuttered and he let out a gasp before shooting loads inside you, his brain completely turning off. You felt yourself climax at the same time, feeling his warm seed in your pussy was overwhelmingly pleasurable. You leaned back and moaned loudly, sounding like a damn porn star as you did. 

Leon was panting harder now after shooting such a big load into you than he did after running today. He didn’t care to quiet himself at this point, letting out loud cry-like whines as he desperately tried to recover from such an intense orgasm. 

Leon pulled out and watched you drip his semen from between your legs; he watched it drip down the counter. You two had made a mess. Leon knew the kitchen would need to be cleaned after this (and he also knew that’d he’d be the one cleaning it; you were probably going to complain about being sore soon.)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It was almost midnight now; Leon had finally stuffed his mouth full of that dinner of yours he’d been dreaming of for hours now. He’d showered and now he was resting in bed, letting his tender body get engulfed by the fluffy blankets. 

You came into the room, hair still damp from a shower, wearing a little pink robe as you got in bed beside Leon. Leon glanced at you, visibly a bit exhausted. You simply smiled at him and tilted your head like a dog. 

“Ready for another round?”

[lov3lycosmos]

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌 𝐾𝐼𝐷𝑆 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑈𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑆 (maknae line)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Maknae Line x GN!Reader

Warnings: maybe a bit suggestive?

Cosmos note: finally doing the maknae line to this post T–T

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HAN JISUNG: Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch

• Han Jisung wears his heart on his sleeve, and that’s especially true when it comes to love. He expresses his affection through constant reassurances, playful teasing, and heartfelt compliments. Whether it’s a soft “I’m so proud of you,” whispered when no one else is around, or a loud “That’s my baby!” shouted with zero shame, Han makes sure to let it be known just how much is felt in that big heart of his. He’s the type to send long, rambling texts when inspiration strikes, telling every little reason he loves being around — from the way that laugh makes him smile to the way being hugged makes him feel grounded again. He keeps little sticky notes hidden in bags, notebooks, or jacket pockets, just so they’re found at random moments and brighten the day. His love isn’t just spoken — it’s loud, proud, and constant.

• Han clings like it’s second nature. Physical touch is how he feels safe and connected, so he’ll always be reaching out — looping arms, leaning into shoulders, wrapping himself around during movie nights, or tugging close during sleepy mornings. It’s never just about being physically close — it’s his way of saying “I’m here,” without needing words. On tough days, he’ll hold tighter, rubbing soft circles into backs, brushing hair out of faces, or simply lying still, heart pressed to heart. And when energy’s high, he’s all tickles, giggles, and playful tackles, craving touch in a way that always feels comforting, never overwhelming. With Han, love is something felt through every squeeze of the hand, every forehead kiss, and every time he tucks someone closer like he’s afraid to let go.

LEE FELIX: Gift Giving & Physical Touch

• Felix puts so much thought into everything he gives. Whether it’s a tiny trinket from a random shop or something handmade that took him hours, each gift comes with so much meaning it’s impossible not to melt. He remembers the most specific things — a snack mentioned once in passing, a keychain that looked like a favorite character, a bracelet in a favorite color — and tucks them away until the perfect moment. To him, gifts aren’t about the price or size. They’re about saying “I saw this and thought of you,” or “I wanted you to have this because it reminds me of how special you are.” He lights up when handing them over, always a little shy but so proud, and he’ll always add a little note or whisper something soft like, “I hope this makes you smile.” And it always does — because it’s Felix, and everything he gives comes straight from the heart.

• He’s also so cuddly. Touch is how he recharges — through soft hugs from behind, gentle head pats, fingers intertwined during quiet walks, and wrapping arms around like he never wants to let go. He loves long, lazy cuddles on the couch, often burying his face into a shoulder or chest while whispering about his day. When he’s happy, he’ll pull close and sway to music only he can hear. When he’s tired, he’ll find comfort in resting together, skin warm against skin, letting out content sighs like it’s the safest place in the world. Felix’s touch is never demanding — it’s gentle, patient, always full of love. And being held by him feels like being wrapped in sunshine: warm, soft, and a little bit magical.

KIM SEUNGMIN: Words of Affirmation & Acts of Service

• Seungmin might tease sometimes, but his words carry so much love when he wants you to know how deeply he cares. He has a quiet way of affirming everything you are — never over-the-top, but always honest and sincere. Whether it’s a softly murmured “You did great today,” or a dry but affectionate “Of course you handled it, you’re you,” he’ll never let you forget your worth. He notices the little things you do and makes sure you hear about them. And when you’re having a hard day, he knows just what to say to ground you — never cheesy, just real, and exactly what you need to hear. He’s the type to leave little notes on your desk before a test or message you out of nowhere just to say, “I’m proud of you.” He doesn’t drown you in words — but the ones he gives? They always hit straight to the heart.

• His love shows up in the way he quietly takes care of things, sometimes before you even realize they need to be done. If you mention needing to run errands, he’s already checking them off your list before you wake up. If you’re cold, there’s a hoodie being tossed at you with a casual, “Wear this, you’ll catch a cold.” When you’re tired, he’ll grumble about how you need to rest more, all while tucking a blanket around you and turning down the lights. He won’t make a big show of it — that’s not his style — but he’s always there, quietly and consistently, making life easier for you in the most thoughtful ways. His care isn’t loud, but it’s always there, woven into the background of your everyday life — constant, comforting, and full of love.

YANG JEONGIN: Physical Touch & Quality Time

• Jeongin may come off a little shy or playful at first, but when it comes to affection, he’s all in — especially through gentle touches. Whether it’s resting his chin on your shoulder from behind, playfully nudging you with his knee while you’re sitting together, or linking pinkies when you walk side by side, his body finds a way to stay connected to yours. He loves curling up next to you while watching something, slowly inching closer until he’s practically draped over you like a blanket. He might not always say how he feels out loud, but the way he pulls you in for a quiet hug after a long day says it all. Every touch is soft, deliberate, and comforting — like he’s silently saying, “I’m here. You’re safe.” Sometimes his members get a bit upset as they can never get close to the maknae without him complaining.

• For Jeongin, nothing beats just being with you. He doesn’t need grand plans — in fact, he prefers the quiet simplicity of your company. Whether you're out grabbing convenience store snacks, lying on the floor sharing earbuds, or just sitting together doing your own thing, every moment feels special to him when you're by his side. He'll drop everything for a movie night with you, and it's always him who gets excited planning the snack lineup or picking out a theme. When he’s busy with schedules or work, he’ll FaceTime you just to sit in silence together — not because he has anything to say, but because being near you, even virtually, helps him recharge. He treasures time with you like it’s the best part of his day, because to him, it is.

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Yandere alphabet - Seonghwa

tw/cw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, bondage, stalking, creep behavior, knives, obsession, jealousy

a/n: I’M SO SORRY!!! I haven’t posted in what feels like forever… School has been lot and I haven’t really felt like I’ve had time to write, and I really am sorry for not having answered to your requests and continuing our unsaid truths… I can’t promise that I’ll get back to posting regularly now, but it’ll probably get at least a tiny bit better! Hope you enjoy this little Hwa treat, and remember that I always appreciate your support!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He would try his best not to get too intense with it, too afraid that he’ll scare you away with his strong feelings. It is hard for him to hold back at times though; you might catch him sniffing your hair and skin while he’s cuddling you, or slowly grinding into the mattress next to you while he thinks you’re asleep, silently moaning your name. You can tell he’s a bit ashamed, blushing and looking away if you ever catch him in such a state.

Other than the more shameful sides, he does love showering you in affection, in all shapes and forms, whether it be gifts, kisses, words of affirmation or simply doing every little task for you, making sure you don’t have to lift a finger.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesn’t become too messy with you, too scared that you’ll fear him forever or that he’ll seriously hurt you. He doesn’t want his sweet darling to see such brutality, that’s exactly why he took you. He’ll only get slightly messy with you when you truly overstep a boundary. Then he might pull out a knife, but mostly use it to threaten you, to slowly drag the dull end down your body, watching you shiver in fear.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No, he would never mock you, his sweet little angel. He sees how scared you are, and knowing that it’s his fault makes his heart clench, but he won’t let it get to him. He knows this is what’s best for you, that you’ll love it soon enough.

He wipes your tears, washes you, dresses you and makes sure you’re well fed. He tries not to lose his temper when you disobey him, when you refuse to eat, try to fight him or run away. He does pretty well in his own opinion, but it just makes you more frustrated when Seonghwa simply pouts and carries you to your room when you try to get out of the restraints. Sometimes, you almost want him to be more reactive and less patient. Because maybe then, you wouldn’t feel like a worthless animal in a cage, with its owner looking down in pity.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

The one thing he will do against your will is really just keeping you from running away, and of course, taking care of you. He acts like a mother taking care of his child, not letting you do anything on your own, too scared that you’ll hurt yourself. He won’t let you in the kitchen after that one time when you tried to threaten to cut yourself with a kitchen knife if he didn’t let you go.

He hates doing things against your will, but won’t hesitate to do it to keep you safe and sound. He will make you do activities with him though, playing with lego together, watching movies or having dinner dates. He’s patient, and even seeing the smallest change in your behavior, a slight smile, you choosing to not sit as far away from him anymore or you just not putting up such a fight is what gives him the motivation to keep trying to make you love him back.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He wants you to feel safe to open up to him, so of course he tries to set a good example for you. He talks to you about how much it hurts him to see you cry, how much he wishes you would just love him back. He almost feels proud when he sees that glint of guilt in your eyes when he cries about his worries to you. However, he won’t go too far when it comes to showing his weaknesses. If you were ever to use those to your advantage, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, how he wishes you would just be good for him. He rolls his eyes when you try to kick him away, and sighs in exhaustion every time you scream at him to let you go. He tries to understand, but then again, he doesn’t really. Why aren’t you grateful? He provides everything for you, and makes sure you’re always safe and sound. He would do anything to have someone love him like that, he thinks to himself.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He hates it when you disobey his wishes, because it makes him feel like a failure. He made sure to gently warn you about what would happen if you were bad, but it seems you just can’t understand without being taught a lesson. He tells you he’s not angry, just disappointed in you whenever he catches you trying to undo your restraints or open the window. He does however find you cute when he catches you. Seeing you look down in shame, begging him to forgive you.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

After your first escape attempt. While you had seen his more brutal sides when he first took you, it had never been like this. After managing to manipulate him and use all of his weaknesses to your advantage to finally earn his trust, you managed to slip out of his grasp once and for all. It had taken you weeks, and the process wasn’t easy (especially since he managed to make you feel guilty for lying to him) but you felt so proud when you finally felt the fresh air against your face again.

Well, that was until Seonghwa found you. It was that look in his eye that was the worst part. The look of pure insanity and betrayal. You tried to play it off, of course, saying you were just getting some fresh air, but he was smarter than that. He had never actually bern violent with you before this, but now, it was like something in him snapped, and he couldn’t tell right from wrong anymore. While you feared him before, you had never had such a physical reaction to his actions until now. Even the mere thought of what he might do to you next was enough to make you sob and shake in fear.

The escape attempt that ended in months in the dull and dark basement, food trays being pushed in through a hatch in the door, with only a few visits from your captor. The worst thing was that you learned to look forward to the visits, even though they mostly ended up with him spitting insults at you, making you tell him that you love him and reminding you that no one was looking for you, and the only one nice enough to even care about you, was him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Seonghwa envisions a future with you, that’s it. He doesn’t care if it’s with you still tied up in his basement for the rest of your life (even though that’s not what he would prefer) or if it’s a future with you two being married and growing old together. All he cares about is that you’re in his future, and that he’s in yours.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesn’t really show his jealousy in front of you, but still makes sure that you know that there will be consequences if you even let anyone else get near you. Although he won’t hurt you of course, but there are no limits to hurting the person who tried to steal his perfect darling from him. He loves getting to take out his anger and jealousy on those disgusting people who try to steal your attention, so he’ll come home as if nothing happened, a wide smile on his lips as he cooks you dinner.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He might be shy at first - even though he did in fact kidnap you - but soon he’ll open up, telling you all about himself and how he found you. Once he feels comfortable enough, he’ll take care of you in all the ways he can. He’ll sleep by your side, warming you up, he’ll dote on you when you get sick, kissing you and feeding you soup, no matter how much you try to fight him. You soon realize that obeying him will always be the best option.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He’ll send you letters, doesn’t matter if it’s online or in physical form (or both). He writes about everything he loves about you, how he sees you struggle, and how he wishes for you to let him help you. he begs you to give him a sign, write back to him, or anything - to let him know that you want him too. When he sees the opposite reaction, his heart feels like it’s breaking, but he soon becomes delusional. That little gesture you did when you read what he wrote, that was a sign. You want him, he knows it, maybe you don’t yet, but he does.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He’s not open with these feelings he has, both his obsession with you, but also with other things. He acts quiet and polite, not letting anyone in. You’re the only exception, the person who he’ll trust with anything.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His punishments are agonizingly slow, really rubbing your mistake in, so you won’t do it again. He hates being away from you, but he’ll isolate you if needed. He might even isolate you with him, tying you up and watching you from across the room as you cry and writhe around. He’ll simply watch you in silence, and occasionally get closer to you to either feed you, clean you or let you go to the bathroom. He’ll strip you of your rights again, and you’ll have to work even harder to get them back this time.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He will never let you starve, or leave you without basic human needs. But other than that, he’ll take away whatever he deems necessary for you to be safe and sound. Depending on your behavior, he’ll take away or give you back your rights.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Oh he’s patient alright. He has all the time in the world to wait for you to come around. He can get frustrated with himself though, wondering how he hasn’t managed to make you love him yet, but that won’t be enough to make him show that side in front of you. He’ll make himself seem like the most patient, sweet boyfriend ever, thinking that that will make you love him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

While it would probably take him years, I believe with therapy and a lot of self discipline, he would be able to get over you and move on. While you are his biggest hyper fixation, he might be able to get over you just like he would any other interest of his. Maybe his life will never be the same, and he might not ever be able to love again, he would probably manage.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Would he feel guilty? Yes. Not extremely, but slightly, especially when he notices how much you miss your old life. He sometimes feels like he robbed you of the life you could’ve had, the life you had always dreamed of. This probably won’t lead to him letting you go though.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Seonghwa tends to get interested - almost hyper fixated - in certain things. He knows he can get a little too obsessed with things or concepts, but he never expected for it to be a person. It started with him just seeing you, taking a small interest in you (your looks, clothes, demeanor etc), but he soon found himself obsessing over every little thing you did. When he was younger, people used to tell him that he should seek help for these things, these obsessions with things that could leave him restless and almost manic, but he never listened - because while he did see it as a flaw, it was also one of the few things that gave him motivation. That gave him a spark, a will to move forward in life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. The mere thought of you avoiding him or being scared of him makes him break down in tears. Seeing you fight back however, isn’t as hard. When you throw a tantrum, he’ll simply shake his head, knowing that you’ll learn how to behave soon enough. When you start sobbing and try to hide from him - that’s when he’ll start taking you seriously: When it’s more than a temper tantrum, and he sees the dark circles under your eyes, the empty look in your eyes and the way you shiver in fear when he comes closer.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He would be less violent than the ”classic” yandere, but equally as manipulative. Instead of yelling at you and hurting you, he’ll rather use slower ways to punish you; Locking you in a room until you beg for forgiveness, to greet you with open arms when you finally do, or carefully cut off all of your ties to the world outside of him in a way that makes it unnoticeable to you (but then again, that might be a classic thing idek)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Definitely how worried he gets about your health. If you’re able to convince him that you’re in pain or that you need help in any way, he might buy it if it seems realistic enough. Other than that, I would just say that faking that you’re falling for him would work. It might take you a while, but if you convince him that you really do love him, and try to make him agree to a picnic in the woods (or something like that), he might just agree, giving you a slim chance to escape.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He doesn’t want to hurt you. Seeing you in pain might actually be the one thing he hates more than being away from you. But he knows, he knows that he might have to hurt you in order to keep you, so he only hurts you when he feels like it’s an absolute necessity. Him hurting you will mostly be emotional though. Him telling you that you need him, that you can’t do anything on your own. It hurts him to see your face when he tells you this, but when you eventually come crawling back to him, he can’t help but feel proud of himself.

The few times that he will actually be violent with you is if he catches you trying to escape. He wants to just cradle you in his arms, kiss you and tell you that you’re being silly, but he knows that won’t work. He’ll have to show you why you can never do anything like that. While he might be able to hurt you by taking out his anger on you in that moment, he’ll regret it the second his hands have left your body. When he sees your teary eyes, hears your screams, sees the way you flinch away from him.

”No, no please baby,” he cries, removing your arms that you try to shield yourself with. ”I’m sorry,” he kisses your cheeks. You’re trembling. You’re not used to this side of him, but when you do see it, you get reminded of why you fear him, why you try to stay on his good side. ”Darling, I love you,” he’s almost hyperventilating now, holding your face and trying to meet your gaze. ”Look at me.” You inhale sharply before your wide eyes meet his. You watch his face contort before he leans in and finally kisses you. ”I love you so much.”

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Oh he worships you alright. He’ll gladly kiss every inch of your beautiful body, tell you what he loves about every little detail about you. He’ll rant about how much he loves you and about his life when he first fell for you for hours while wrapping his arms around you protectively. Who doesn’t love compliments? Seonghwa mentally asks himself when he once again tells you how beautiful you look, and how no one but him will ever truly understand that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It can take months, years even, until Seonghwa makes his move. He observes you every day, trying to learn every little thing about you. He never thought it would come to it, but one day he realized that this was more than a little crush. He needed to have you. As much as he loved seeing you smile around others, he always ached for that smile to be because of him. That’s when he started writing you letters.

It started with a small harmless letter telling you to have a great day, but it soon became long poetic texts about how beautiful you looked at that party, or how much he wishes to be with you. Seonghwa felt dread wash over him when he watched your face contort in horror at the long explanations of love, and that’s when he realized that you simply didn’t know any better. Once you were with him, you would understand completely. You would love him like he loved you, kiss him like he used to kiss your pillow when you weren’t home, and fuck him like he fucked himself to the thought of you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He might not know it or do it willingly, but it’s definitely a possibility. With the way he convinces you that you can’t do anything by yourself, that you have no one except for him and that you actually do love him - you might just turn into a manipulated and empty-headed shell of what you once were.

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ride the wave

fandom: love and deepspace pairing: caleb/you (2nd POV) summary: “Hey, baby,” Caleb says, and you hum in reply as you apply your bright red lipstick in the mirror, mouth open in a delicious little O. “Why the fuck do you have a condom in your purse?” (2.4k words, rated E.)

You said you wanted to go home, while pressing your chest into his arm so forcefully he could feel the outline of the bra cupping around your boobs, so what princess wants, princess gets.

Your lips are just a faint pink now, so you ask Caleb to pick up your bag in a whiny voice, a finger curled in a beckon call as you go into the upstairs bathroom of this party house, where you’ve located the bigger mirror. You leave the door open, so he follows, letting the door swing shut behind him. Even just fixing your lipstick is something that he doesn’t want other guys to see, too many thoughts possible erring off like a wrecking train with just a peek of tongue, a puckered expression. 

This is something you’ve done plenty of times, across years and parties, so he’s in action without you having to ask, as he opens your purse, rummaging around until he finds your lipstick. It looks comically tiny in his hands, and you smile as he passes you the tube. 

“Hey, baby,” Caleb says, and you hum in reply as you apply your bright red lipstick in the mirror, mouth open in a delicious little O. “Why the fuck do you have a condom in your purse?”

You stop mid-action, knowing you fucked up. Caleb’s eyes find yours in the mirror, like a deer in the headlights. You better have a fucking good explanation for this, though he is not even sure he will let you talk back after all, this whole thing so annoying. He’s fucked you raw since the very start; he loves you too much not to feel every little muscle trembling around him; not to fill you up and claim you as his, his cum dripping out of reddened and abused pussy, pussy that’s been only his; not to risk it just as little bit that maybe your stomach would swell after all, carrying his baby inside.

“Caleb,” you start, but he grabs at your arm, forceful enough.

“Nuh-oh, baby. Don’t want to hear anything out of you. I’ll just use that pretty mouth of yours.”

And there’s nothing left to do but try to appease him. You turn fully, going on your knees in front of him, the floor of the bathroom cold against your naked knees. His palm settles, heavy, on your head, fingers loosely grasping hair, as you make quick work of his buckle and zipper, pulling out his cock.

He’s half hard, but there’s no wait left in him, and when you press your mouth to him, he shoves your head, getting you to take all of him inside. He grows on your tongue, his hips humping forward, making you choke on it until tears spring in your eyes. The red of your lipstick is leaving a mess around his cock, as he holds you in place and starts fucking into your mouth. You try to relax your jaw, taking him in as deeply as you can, though Caleb is lost in his fury, not caring at all about what you can and cannot take. You’re his - you’ll take what he has to give you, and that’s it.

And you feel so damn good, so wet as saliva is trickling down your chin, looking so fucking pretty, a mess on your knees, and Caleb can almost forgive you for not being able to take him all in, even as his tip hitting the back of your throat, moan loud and sinful out of his mouth before he has the time to bite it back. You moan around him, and he can feel the vibrations of your throat around his cock, a swear low under his breath. 

You’re burning up, red in the cheeks from the shame and need. You shift your body, getting just a tiny bit closer to him, one of his legs nestled between your knees, the tip of his boot just tantalizingly close to your cunt, where you’re dripping wet already, soaking your underwear. Your hips roll, making contact, and there’s another round of tears on your cheek. His hand is tender as he comes to cup your face, and you meet his gaze, desperate and apologetic.

“Come on baby,” Caleb chuckles, gaze falling to watch your pathetic attempts to hump on his leg, refusing to tense his muscles and let you use him. “Little whores don’t get to come, don’t you know that?”

You whimper, as he tugs at your hair, your mouth releasing his dick with a loud pop. You’re breathing hard, chest heaving, as Caleb keeps caressing your cheek with his other hand, taking in how pretty you are, all drunk on his cock, his fingers not even having touched you. He remembers why you’re in this position though, and his hold tightens, making you wince. Did anyone else see you like this? Did anyone else dare treat his girl like this? You surely know, the only one who can make you, call you a slut is him. Because you’re his slut. Maybe he just needs to remind you, so you don’t go around carrying condoms. What is a condom after all, if not an invitation? 

You’re easy to manhandle, loose with lust and wrecked wanting more. He turns you around, facing the mirror, as he bends you over the sink, his hand pushing up your tight, little dress to bring to view your cunt, and your adorable white, lace panties, darkened in the middle with your growing need. He chuckles, thumb pushing into your core through the material, letting it soak over his finger, smile growing when you push harder against him, hips buckling when he slips it inside.

You moan, and then whimper when he doesn’t move, merely staring at where you’re so easily swallowing his finger. Your cunt is loose, maybe too loose. When he moves his hand, the lace of your underwear easily follows his forceful tug, ripped apart and thrown in a corner of the bathroom.

He snakes an arm around your body, hooking his hand through your cleavage, through your bra, squeezing tight at one of your breasts in a way that you know will leave a beautiful bruise. You pant, trying to relax for what you know will follow. 

His cock at your entrance, moving back and forth to coat his length in your juices. You still, a palm spread across the mirror in front of you, as you try not to meet your own eyes, see exactly how much of a mess you are for Caleb. You try  to memorise his expression instead, as he shoves his cock inside you, slowly but all at once, his eyelashes fluttering with the pleasure. You’re not wet enough for that, but he doesn’t care - if you’re going around asking for your pussy to be stretched, then he has to give it to you. He settles in however, a finger rubbing calming circles at your hip, the other thumb passing over your nipple over and over, pressure growing harder with the movement, allowing you the time to accommodate his size.

“You’re so tight,” he whispers, as if it hurts him too to be inside you, his forehead settling for a moment against your shoulder.

You sigh, feeling his entire full, strong body, all hard muscles, wrapped around you. He may be fucking you, rough and angry and so jealousy filled, but you’ve never felt safer, no other place as good as the one right here, his cock inside you, his arms around you.

You don’t need to tell him to move, the moment you try to move, grown used, wanting more, Caleb listens. He shifts back, leaving you hovering on his cock, one of your hands holding on to the sink.

“Little whores need to know their place,” he says, accentuating his words with a roll of his hips that has you moaning, deep and low, the mirror fogging up where your face is pressed against it. “This pussy is mine and mine only. Do you know that only when I breed you?”

You try and shake your head, though Caleb smiles - you shouldn’t have bothered. He can feel your cunt tightening even harder around him at his words, your body betraying what words might try and hide. He grasps your hips in his hands, and then starts thrusting. Slow and deep at first, firm movement that has your chest pressing against the wall. Then his eyes find yours in the mirror again, and he gets angry all over again over how fucked you look already, and he hasn’t even painted you in his cum yet. 

Your clit presses against the cold marble of the sink, and it’s something, but not enough, and you whimper, rolling your hips, trying to get some form of friction, or get him deeper inside you, you don’t even know at this point anymore.

One particular hard thrust, and he reaches a spot so deep inside that your legs go immediately limp, a whimper on your lips. He fucks into you again, harder still, and your entire body jerks. You’re close, and the size of him alone would be enough for you, if not for the door.

As you’re building towards a climax, the sound of the party around you grows louder, and you have enough time to lower your head, as Caleb does not slow down, fucking into you with renowed vigour, as he snarls a quick Get out to whomever interrupted you. His hand settles at the nape of your neck, pushing you harder against the mirror, surface cold against your cheek, as he continues fucking into you.

“Please,” you choke out, a blubbering mess of sounds, though you have no idea what you’re asking him for.

“What’you want, baby?” he asks, though he knows you’re too fucked out of your mind to answer him; he even laughs when you open your mouth, just to have a moan come out.

He keeps fucking into you, lazy slides of his fat cock in and out of you, and you whimper tiny little moans at each feel of his cock fully nestled in your cunt.

“See you,” you manage to say out loud, between pants, and he stops, balls deep inside you.

You’re pretty, but also smart, knowing that if you asked for anything else, he wouldn’t have given in to you. Of course you love each other the most, anyone else and Caleb would have eaten them up alive a long time ago. Like this, you drive him insane badly enough that he wants to give you some give, if only to see what you do next, entertaining not by usage of your holes.

You’re shivering with overstimulation, with how badly you need to come, as he’s manhandling you once again. He pulls out of you fully, leaving you a gasping mess, already begging for more, even as he merely turns you to face him, ass nestled on the edge of the sink, before sinking back inside you, in one go, taking him so smoothly, so easily. He almost wants to praise you.

He meets your eyes, gathering saliva in his mouth, and while your gaze is transfixed upon him, he leans over your body, spitting out a large glob of spit. It strings from his lips, landing on your naked pussy, and your entire body trembles, a whimper out of your mouth as you grab hold on to his shoulders, fingers twisting in the material of his coat, as you try to pull, hurt, do something to get a reaction out of him.

His finger comes up between your bodies and presses against your clit, wet with his saliva. You’re shaking all over now, full from the feel of his cock inside you, overwhelmed  by the touch at your clit. He rubs merciless circles over the sensitive nub, and you’re trashing under him, trying to get more, more, harder, harder. 

“Who do you belong to?” he asks, words almost spoken all in one, an angry snarl than a rational question.

At which point, he starts fucking you again, not pausing in his relentless touch against your clit. That, combined with the smooth glide of his cock in and out of you, has you over the edge, your pussy tightening around him as you come with a scream, then contained sighs as he continues to fuck into you.

You know he’s close, the vein in his neck popping with his self-restraint, and although it has you whimpering, you try and squeeze your walls.

“Yours, yours,” you whisper, breathless with the sight of him.

 He swears, hips stuttering as he grabs hold of your hair, one last deep, hard thrust inside you having him spill his cum with a loud grunt.

He’s panting hard, the muscles of his back trembling with pleasure, as you’re watching him come down from his orgasm, put his semblance of control back together, way too fucking quick. He pulls out of you in a quick move, not allowing you to get used to the idea of the loss of him inside you, shoving his cock back in his trousers, ignoring the mess of your cum and lipstick smeared all over it.

But he doesn’t let you move, as he stares between your legs. You’re uselessly trying to squeeze in, keep his cum from dripping out, though you can already feel some on your thighs. He’s going crazy - you’re making him crazy, in a skirt this short and naked underneath, as he knows it’s his cum smeared all across your pussy lips. How is he not supposed to go insane, thinking someone else might have wanted you? That you might have wanted someone else?! He had to remind you whose cock you belong on.

“My friend asked me to buy her some on the way,” you say, wiping the back of your palm over your mouth, trying to rub off some stray lipstick still staying on your skin. “Though I doubt she hasn’t been fucked too by now.”

An accusation, of how long it took him to come, wanting your punishment to be longer; of how someone entered the bathroom while he was fucking you, and his only response was to shove your face into the mirror surface, pounding harder into you.

Caleb grins a cheeky smile which makes him look so much younger, as he picks your ruined underwear from the floor, shoves it hurriedly in the back pocket of his jeans. Your bag too, from the toilet seat, and he looks inside, grabbing the condom and throwing it in the trash can without opening it.

“Won’t need that now, will we, baby?"

[angelgoeslewd]

I NEED MORE PHAINAXA X READER IT WAS SO GOOD

I have not seen enough Phainaxa content let alone Anaxa content in GENERAL so I am obliged to write the change I wish to see in the world

Enjoy! I know I did when writing this

🔮 summary: Anaxa’s class is the perfect place for the three of you.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI! this is honestly just straight up explicit public sex with Phainaxa

Phainon cannot keep his hands to himself when it comes to his relationships, so most of the time, it’s EXTREMELY obvious that he’s with someone. No doubt people would know you too were a couple within a day of him confessing. He loves PDA, too, which, paired with his inability to keep his boundaries straightened (and if you’re down), Phainon would 100% initiate public sex. People tend to give you too a wide range, anyways, considering that Phainon’s proclivities might just a little too open for some people’s taste. So most of the time, it would tend to be in Anaxa’s class, you two would sit in the back and no one would sit anywhere near the two of you. And he would finger you under the table, your thigh hitched over his own, cooing sweetly in your ear to egg you on, telling you to be louder, “Anaxa is right there, beloved… let him hear you. You know how much he loves it when you’re vocal…” Your own hand dives into his pants, stroking his hard cock as you pant softly, his finger diving into your pussy, making soft squelching noises as he pumps them in and out of you. His ministrations might be on you, but his eyes are on Anaxa, the way his eye combs over the two of you every so often as he continues to read, his voice faltered only once — when you and Phainon first begin your little show, at the beginning of the class. Despite that, Anaxa has carried on continuously, this lesson somehow happening to have a suspiciously long chapter.

‘He knows,’ thinks Phainon with a smile, despite outwardly, he himself knows that nothing looks off. You two are good at this, you’ve done it before. His other hand is tucked under his chin, elbow perched upon the table, smiling innocently at the scholar, but Anaxa is more perceptive then most, and Phainon takes great pleasure in locking eyes with the scholar as he continues his lesson, licking his lips as he fingers you a little deeper, a little harder, losing himself a bit in the feeling of you wrap around his finger and Anaxa’s gaze. Anaxa approves with a twitch of a smile, before his back turns and he marks up something in chalk on the board. And if this whole thing was in part for Anaxa… well, Phainon has never been a selfish lover. He knows how much the other man enjoys such… displays.

You’re panting harder harder now, your orgasm approaching, your eyes catching his to beg him desperately to allow you to cum, but a student in front of you goes to turn around at the sound, and Phainon’s heart rate quickens, but then —

SLAM!

Everyone jumps, all attention goes to the front of the room, where Anaxa is bending down to pick up a large tome that has suspiciously fallen. “Ah, forgive me,” he murmurs, lying effortlessly, green catching blue in flame lighting. Phainon knows Anaxa’s reflexes, knows that he can effortlessly dodge a Lord Ravenger, so the book was a chance, an opportunity — he takes the chance to lean over to you, while everyone is focused on the Professor, and whispers harshly, “Cum for us.”

Your nails scratch into the table, another mark among many left behind before, Phainon slaps his hand over you mouth, knowing you’re too far gone to control yourself, letting bite into his skin as you jerk and cream on his fingers, your shuttering chest the only telltale sign. Anaxa is still distracting from the front and it’s a shame he has to miss your gorgeous display of devotion, but Phainon gets a horrible, absolutely awful idea. Something he knows Anaxa would love.

As your body calms, your wet hand retracting from his pants, he goes the opposite route, raising his unoccupied hand in the air, “Professor! Would you be able to clarify this section for me?” Your eyes dart to his face, panic clear as all the eyes in the room turned to you two. Anaxa raises an eyebrow.

“Distracted much? What is it, Phainon?”

Everyone’s eyes roll at the Professor’s statement, agreeing wholeheartedly and turning back to their own work.

“It’s this one, here.” He points at a random passage, which he knows Anaxa can’t see, annoying him greatly, because he has that look, the ‘Why can’t you just tell me, Phainon?’ one, but it’s utmost important to Phainon to get Anaxa over to the table, regardless of his annoyance. And he comes, down the aisle, all stern crossed arms and swishing cape that has Phainon’s horny brain melting at the sight of, and as he leans down to look at the book, Phainon pulls his fingers out of you, causing a sudden gasp, making Anaxa turn and - Phainon shoves his fingers into Anaxa’s mouth, all covered in you, your slick, sweet juices, all the evidence of what you two were doing right under everyone’s noses, in his class, nonetheless, onto his tongue to taste.

Anaxa’s eyes widen, reaching up to grab Phainon’s hand, but stops when he registers the taste. They go from wide and surprised, to dark and possessive in an instant, gaze switching between the two of you as Phainon slowly pulls back his hand, letting it caress all of Anaxa’s tongue. It doesn’t matter if anyone sees. The look that Anaxagora gives you two, paired with the husky, “Stay after class,” would be enough for anyone to know exactly what was going on.

and if the rumors surrounding you and Phainon suddenly include Anaxa… well. Now you know why.

And it’s all Phainon’s fault.

[divine-misfortune]

Ok yeah what fuckingEVERRR WHATEVER. Post more about dew with his belt around Swiss’ throat. Pls. For me. For meeeee. Pls (: tee hee. He. PLEASE <3

Oh okayyyy….Cause you said please

Unsafe breathplay practices w/ no on screen negotiated consent, a little bit of threatening, Swiss is a brat, brief trans masc Dew moment, I tried to keep this short

His grin hadn’t budged when his knees first hit the floor. Just a thin layer of carpet over a slab of unforgiving concrete, the initial ache in his joints was nothing yet. The hand that had forced him there found its way into his hair, unkind and uncaring fingers twisted up in his locs only to tug hard enough to thump his skull against the wall of the dressing room. Only then did his smile falter.

Swiss had tried to knock Dew away but the little ghoul had a surprisingly solid death grip when he wanted to. Grabbed his wrist like he sought to snap it, holding that much tighter when Swiss instinctively attempted to pull away. Nails bit into him leaving the warning of crescents deep in his skin until Swiss got smart enough to let his arm go limp and Dew threw it uselessly into his lap.

The tension on his scalp hardly let up despite that little bit of compliance, even when Dew started to fight his belt with one hand. An awkward jerky movement that pulled his head in uncomfortable directions till it finally came loose.

“Careful,” Swiss hissed as his head bumped the wall again. “Aether’s gonna be pissed if you give me a concussion this early into the tour.”

“Shut up before I decide to knock your fucking teeth in.” Dew bit, “I told you to get on the floor and stop running your mouth.”

”I didn’t hear a please, matchstick.”

“A please? After the way you’ve been acting? Consider yourself lucky I didn’t punch you during soundcheck. Wouldn’t cut the shit. You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“You just make it too easy sometimes. I’ll stop prodding when you stop letting me get to you.”

“I can’t stand you.”

”Oh c’mon baby.” Swiss said. His voice dripped with something sweet with no intent to placate. “Know you can’t stay mad at me, so let’s just skip to the part where we kiss and make up.”

“Do you really think it’s gonna be that easy?” Dew balked, yanking Swiss’ hair to turn his face upwards. “That I’m gonna just fold and give you what you want?” With his rising temper, the room seemed to creep towards a degree of uncomfortable warmth, and yet the multi ghoul just kept fucking smiling. All teeth, not a hint of regret to it. Swiss could practically hear his blood boiling.

“Well, yeah.” He put his hands on Dew’s outer thighs, slowly stroking upwards. “That’s usually how these things go. I let you have your little temper tantrum, so why don't you just let me take care of you now, ‘kay Dewy?”

“And that’s the whole problem, that’s your whole problem.” With a flourish, his belt finally came loose. He ripped it from the loops of his pants with his free hand, the leather cracking with the motion. Such a sharp sound it almost had Swiss wincing. “There are never any consequences. You’ve never had to deal with the repercussions for all the stupid shit you do and it’s made you nothing but a spoiled fucking brat.”

Dew finally released his hair but not before bracketing him closer to the wall. In one quick motion he slipped the leather around his neck and threaded it through the buckle. Pulled it nauseatingly tight with a grunt. It dug into his skin like it might just rip through, pressed down on his Adam’s apple with the intensity of a scorned lover. For a split second, Swiss simply chuckled, but the belt only got tighter. Tight enough Swiss’ eyes went wide, hands flying to claw at the leather with a slowly festering panic.

It was Dew’s turn to grin. Such a wicked little expression complete with danger glinting in the ember like glow of his eyes, one that put Swiss’ own to shame. A wordless answer to Swiss’ anxious disbelief - deadly serious in his intent.

“Now, that’s much better. I think I like you better quiet.” He cooed, slowly wrapping the belt around his white knuckles.

“What—“ Swiss started with a wheeze. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

”I’m helping!” He tugged at the makeshift leash forcing Swiss up onto his knees to try to ease some of the pressure off his throat. If his windpipe weren’t being squeezed he’d have yelped. “And we’re gonna find a better use for your mouth while we’re at it.”

Dew popped his fly and hooked his thumb into his waistband. He yanked both his pants and boxers down his thighs, watching Swiss’ eyes follow the movement of his hand with a wary sort of fixation. Watched how he drifted through a soft bed of curls until he reached the jut of his chubby little clit, framing it between the vee of his fingers, parting his folds slightly. The heady scent of incense and arousal made Swiss lightheaded, though maybe it was also because of the belt cutting off his air supply, truly it was anyone’s guess.

”If you wanna kiss and make up so bad, go on. Show me how sorry you are,” stars dotted his vision as Dew pulled him towards his cunt. His mouth fell open. Brows drawing together, his expression surely bordering pitiful. “For your sake, I hope you’re fucking convincing.”

Swiss allowed himself to be pulled towards Dew’s cunt, latching onto his clit with a sad and barely audible mewling sound. The tension on his ‘leash’ never eased up, and judging by the way Dew glared at him, slack was going to have to be earned. His fuzzy vision and spinning head were irrelevant in the grand scheme of this lesson Dew planned on teaching him. He’d choke him till he was satisfied and the threat, the promise, of dancing so close to the edge made his cock tent in his pants.

[kireilien]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNd8gagH8/

okayyyyy hear me out!! the first scene between Maki and Harua gave me an idea.

So basically, just having an argument with Maki over random stuff, but the reader and him are kinda stubborn, neither of them wanting to admit they're wrong (so the vibe is kinda like the scene in the tiktok, if u get what I mean). But then it all just gets a bit heated yk?? yeah and the rest is up to you ;)

sfw link!

OUUUUUU LORDDDDD ANONNNNNNNN MMMM MMMMM MMMMMMMMM THIS IS YUMMY I CANT EVEN RN

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; brat tamer!maki, brat!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, face grabbing?, choking, forced submission, implied spanking, reader cries, implied unprotected sex, praise but only once, maki talks to you like a dog, use of “pup/py”

OH THE BRAT TAMING MAKI OF MY WET DREAMS.

it’s already been an hour of yours and maki’s stupid banter. “you’re supposed to fucking close the door after yourself, maki,” you spit. “we live in the same damn apartment— it’s just a door, y/n,” maki retorts.

this all started because when maki left your room, he didn’t close the door behind him— which usually shouldn’t bother you— but today it just ticked you off. to be fair, even you didn’t close the door behind you on some days while you’re in the apartment. maki already had enough of it. okay sure, he should close it more often since it is your own room— but straight up getting pissed at him? it was all fine and dandy an hour ago, but suddenly you’re face to face with him, bodies nearly pressed together, glaring into each other’s eyes.

both of you are so fucking stubborn, no one’s backing down to apologize. but a sneaking feeling is crawling up your spine. you wanted to turn up the heat of this little unnecessary argument of yours— after all, you were the one who was slightly more in the wrong.

“if you can’t even simply close a door, how can i expect you to even make me cum?”

a dark switch ran through maki’s veins. “yeah? you wanna bring our sex life into this?” maki flexes his jaw as he looks around the room, deciding if he should take this further. he does. “how many times have i made you cum— and more— when we fuck? yeah, every fucking time.” his eyes are piercing into yours, his pupils dilated and focused.

he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to stay silent, “you are so fucking greedy, you know that? i give you the world in bed and you decide to even question my ability to make you cum? how many times have you made me cum? not always. i always prioritize you, such a shame you just— forgot!” he grits through his teeth. maki’s hand eventually loosens around your chin, just for it to sink down and press into your throat.

this entire time you’ve been nothing but quiet. you really wanted to see and test out how maki was willing to get mad.

“how about we remind ourselves how you’re supposed to fucking act, puppy.”

oh.

maki brought out “puppy.”

yeah, this was gonna be long.

letting go of your throat, he pushes you towards the bed. you simply stand there, pretending to be a lost puppy, not understanding what to be told to do. maki plasters a fake smile, “sit.” you continue to ignore him. he takes in a deep breath before connecting his hand around your throat again, “i said sit, puppy. why do you have to make this so hard for us?” he seethes.

“i thin—.”

you start to say, but maki clasps his hand over your mouth, “puppies don’t speak. puppies stay obedient and they stay silent.” his eyes are zeroing in yours again, watching how your eyes are widening. oh he’s serious. his hands fumble at your clothes, stripping them off one by one until you’re bare. that eventually ends you up in a face down ass up position, your ass is bruised and hot, while tears are dripping off the edges of your eyes with hot tears. “down, pup.” your legs immediately come down when he commands you to.

he’s successfully trained you to listen to him. maki is content with himself. you didn’t need to act like that but at least maki can train his little pup to his heart’s content! ♡︎

after all, maki fucks himself deeper and deeper down your cunt, you’re just letting maki fuck your puppy cunt since you were just being so bad earlier, you have to let him! his hands are gripping the sides of your ass, leveraging him to fuck his cock full. he’s pretty sure he can hear you babble away on some drool on the mattress, but he doesn’t care. he feels you lifting your hips up, making him feel the head of his cock fuck your deepest and most sensitive parts, he mutters in your ear, “good job, puppy— that’s it— stay.” as the good puppy you are, you obey!

being the year of the dog like maki too, i’ve been compared to a dog many many times esp w my family and so thinkin abt him calling me pup or puppy....... nghmmm js put the ears and collar on me alr daddy

back 2 maki catalog

[masochist-marmot]

Sherlock & Co has good neurodivergent representation

I've been listening to a podcast called Sherlock & Co, and it has probably my favourite modern-day representation of Sherlock as a character. They chose to make Sherlock explicitly neurodivergent, and the proper representation fixes a lot of the issues I have with modern Sherlocks (looking at you BBC Sherlock, but also House).

He's not an asshole just for the sake of it. He doesn't lack empathy, and he genuinely cares about his friends and values human life. People aren't just a game to him. He's got trouble recognising and understanding social cues, so he comes off as rude, but he's not above apologising when it's pointed out to him. He can come off as arrogant or pompous when he gets in the zone, but it doesn't come from a place of perceived superiority. He can and will admit to being wrong. Sure, he also likes showing off, but that's the thing. He's a full, rounded human. And the show does an excellent job treating him as such. The characters close to him usually cut him some slack because of his neurodivergency, but they don't coddle him. He's expected to take accountability for his actions.

As for his relationships, this might be the only representation (modern or otherwise) of Sherlock and Watson where I fully buy into their close friendship. Because Sherlock doesn't treat Watson as a tool or someone he can show off to. He fully values Watson as a friend, and also relies on his medical expertise, people skills and pop culture knowledge. Early on he often asks Watson for his observations and deductions, and then explains his own thought process. It's clear that this isn't to shame Watson but to teach him (and the audience), to get him in on the deductions. We are shown that they value each other, not just told (which might be weird to say about an audio-based medium, but you know what I mean). And it doesn't make me constantly wonder why Watson even hangs out with this guy who clearly doesn't care about his feelings.

The show also gives Sherlock other neurodivergent traits like stimming, sensory issues, hyperfixations and rigid behavioural patterns, but they don't really become a focus at any point. It's just nice that they are acknowledged and presented as something that Sherlock needs to manage. It's also nice to have a Sherlock who knows a lot about very specific things but little about others (and also didn't do well at school because of it). He's not some supergenius with an unlimited brain capacity, he's just very dedicated to his interests and very indifferent about things that don't interest him.

Just to briefly touch on other aspects of the podcast, it's a pretty good modern-day adaptation. The cases are adapted and modernised pretty seamlessly, and they leave some room for the listeners to make their own guesses. I like the meta element of the podcast we're listening to representing the in-universe crime podcast Watson is making. And Mrs Hudson is replaced by Mariana, who starts working for their detective agency and is an absolute sweetheart.

Anyway, I wish we had more neurodivergent representation like this. All you need is a little bit of research, empathy and/or experience with neurodivergent people.

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: PWP, plus sized reader, pnv!sex, Dom Bucky, dirty talk

A/N: this was an answer to an ask for plus sized reader and of course I loved it :)

Bucky had a skip in his step going down the street. He was done with all of the bullshit paperwork in the Flagsmashers aftermath. Sam was taking over mantle of Steve amazingly, Walker was ousted and shamed, and they even got Sharon back into the states. Although he wasn’t completely sure about her.

Regardless he could breathe and go see his sweetie. Perfect, patient, lovely, and owner of the most wondrous curves. Bucky had to keep his dick in his pants for now. He carried a bouquet of roses and some chocolates, hustling down the row of brownstones. His girlfriend was very talented in her career and managed to buy one for herself.

He fought back his giddy grin when rapping on the red wooden door. It slowly opened to reveal her pretty face, mussed hair, and adorable huge t-shirt. The man had to shove down his intense desire knowing that was his shirt. She yelped in surprise, practically launching on the super-soldier.

Bucky laughed and grabbed her under the ass to keep the crying thing from falling. He chuckled, “Hey, hey, you’ll mess up the chocolates hold on.” She grabbed the package blindly and tossed them on a side table. She nuzzled into his scruff, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

She sniffled, “Don’t need em- I got you.” The super soldier shook his head with a toothy smile, placing the flowers on another surface while leading the pair to the living room. He stroked her back in an attempt to quiet her crying. Bucky did not need to have the usual happy-go-lucky woman crying over the likes of him.

Sitting back onto the plush couch he murmured, “I’m back now, done, you’ll want to kick me out before the end of it.” His flesh hand thumbed away a tear and tipped her chin up. The girl wiped at her eyes and half-giggled and sobbed, “I know, I was so worried during it all. The news aren’t good for my nerves.”

Bucky wanted to sappily get lost in her watery eyes, framed by long clumped lashes. He murmured while stroking along her lush sides, “I can give you first hand doll,” he absently waved, “Tell me about you.” She rolled her eyes and replied, “Work, worrying, watching Alpine, I started a new project.”

As soon as the white cat was mentioned she appeared, purring and snuggling up to the pair. Bucky felt his eyes slightly water as he croaked, “There’s my sweet girl.” The cat let out a little ‘mrow?’ and promptly bit his hand. The couple busted into guffaws, Bucky snarking, “I guess that’s what I deserve.”

He leaned back, pulling his girl onto his chest.

“So tell me about that project, baby.”

He was listening to her talk about work and the project, really, but other things were starting to rear their head. She was so soft against him, lovely curves and pillowy breasts. The woman seemed sleepy recounting the latest news, words slightly stumbling. Bucky figured it was time for a wakeup call. So he grabbed a handful of ass, smirking lecherously.

She squeaked and bolted upright, gaping at Bucky. He snickered, “What?” She narrowed her eyes and groped his half-hard dick in return, the brunette’s eyes rolling with a breathy laugh. Bucky rumbled, “Sorry sweetheart, y’feel so good I lost control.” He squeezed again and nosed along her jaw— drawing out a gasp.

“Imagine how I’ve felt, toys don’t do the trick when I have a sexy super hero saving the world.”

Bucky grew jealous. He didn’t care if they were inanimate— only Bucky gets to watch his sweet girl lose herself in pleasure. He growled, “Oh yeah? What did you try?” She bit on her lower lip, eyes darting to the side, face flushing with embarrassment. Bucky ground his heavy cock against her thin underwear to goad her along.

She mumbled, “The vibrator, mm, then the shower one, y’know with the suction.”

He could’ve taken her right there imagining his girlfriend whining frustratedly on the dildo in the shower— curves slick, soapy, and bouncing with her movements. Bucky nipped her bottom lip sharply, relishing in her whimper. He cooed, “Didn’t do ya’ a lick of good either huh baby? Needed this to treat you right.” He rutted again for good measure, cock throbbing insistently. She shivered on his thighs, eyes growing glossy in desire.

She whimpered, “B-Buck, please.”

He growled, “Open.”

The girl did so obediently, widening lax lips. Bucky tilted her head back and dropped some of his spit onto her tongue. He commanded, “Swallow.” She whined thinly, throat bobbing as she did so. Her plush thighs were practically vibrating on his toned ones.

“Please, fuck, fuck,” she cried, tears pricking.

Bucky grabbed a soft cheek forcefully and claimed her lips. She pressed forward clumsily, heavy tits on his chest and little hands wrenching his jacket. Bucky dominated the kiss, his baby too overcome to do much except weak kisses and drooling. He laughed while sucking on her tongue, plundering the cute thing’s mouth.

It was sloppy. Bucky was in heaven. He liked knowing he could reduce her to tears and careless kisses without even getting in her pants. She mouthed against his lips, practically rutting to get closer. Which on that note, he snuck a hand down her plush tummy to get at her pussy. She cried out again, gasping hotly into the super soldier’s mouth.

Bucky slid two flesh fingers across her weeping slit and groaned, “Fuck- sweetheart you’re so wet.” She warbled, “Missed you, please.” In a fitful movement, Bucky flipped her around on his lap. Full ass thickly against his cock and now all of her soft parts for him to grab freely. She seemed too dazed to register, whimpering at the manhandling.

Nibbling on her neck Bucky hummed, “Can you take my shirt off for me baby? Hm?”

She flushed and nodded shyly. He hated when she got shy, thinking her extra padding wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d laid eyes on. Bucky was a man, he wanted something to grab on when he fucked a girl stupid. She shucked off the shirt, almost curling in on herself.

“No- no- you better stop it. Still like ya’ curves doll,” he tutted.

An annoyed whine was his response.

So Bucky ripped off her underwear with his vibranium arm, donning a shit eating grin. The woman yelping and jolting on his cock. Bucky snickered, “That’s what ya’ get, now I get to see it all.” Her face flushed even prettier, swollen lips lax and wet. He grabbed handfuls of her soft tits and groaned deeply, massaging and tweaking the tender flesh.

Her head fell back again the brunette’s shoulder, brokenly whimpering his name. Bucky murmured, “So sweet, missed my baby.” He thumbed at a peaked nipple and circled around it, sending her ass rocking back against his throbbing cock. Regretfully leaving her breast, he slid his other hand to grope at plush hips and belly before drawing fingers against her slick cunt.

She urged breathlessly, “Oh, c’mon touch me bear, oh!”

He sucked a dark mark behind her ear while delving two vibranium fingers into her slick channel— hot, pulsing, and oh-so-soaked. He grunted in arousal, thrusting and curling his fingers. Bucky growled, “Be a good girl and ride my hand.” She nodded vigorously, mewling and canting her hips against the heel of his palm.

Bucky gritted his teeth to hold back from her ass rubbing perfectly along his strained dick. He had to compartmentalize. Objective one, make his Angel cum. Then he can have a go. She squealed on a perfectly timed curl of fingers on the g-spot and his smooth palm against her clit.

The man used his other hand to grab and pull at her bouncing breasts, mouth leaving a mess of marks all over her neck. She began to tremble, hands twitching to find purchase. His sweetie wailed, “Buck, oh goddd, m’so close baby!” The former assassin paused his bite to growl, “Let go, I know it feels s’good. Then I’ll fuck ya’ raw.”

That did the trick. She loved fucking raw. Bucky had an inkling his girl had been wanting him to knock her up. He wouldn’t mind, more tits, more curves, and a Junior. But Bucky was selfish and wanted her to himself for now— no sharing. Her gushing all over his hand brought Bucky out of his fantasies.

She sucked in deep breaths, exhaling with moans, body wracked with pleasure. Bucky cooed and eased her down, drawing his hand out of her. He could bust right now at the slick coating his pants. She turned and begged for a kiss silently, eyelashes fluttering.

They kissed again, softer this time, softly intertwining their tongues. She whispered into Bucky’s mouth, “Your turn, old man.” Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes dramatically, nipping her upper lip teasingly. She reached behind blindly to help him unbutton, lips sealing together with wet smacks.

Bucky moaned when his achy cock hit the air, her slick center so close to where he needed it buried. She mewled, “Take me, use me baby, get it out.” Later, the man would deny the absolutely pathetic noise he made. Bucky aligned the ruddy tip of his cock to her and gritted his jaw at being sheathed. Her back arched at the intrusion, mouthing at Bucky’s scruff.

He gripped onto her wide hips and lifted her up and down on his cock. Basically a cocksleeve at this point with the way Bucky was slamming his angry cock in. She cried and babbled at the rough treatment, incoherent slurs. Bucky choppily grunted and moaned, veins pulsing with sheer need. She felt so fucking good.

Bucky hissed, “That’s my- hah- best girl, bein’a good little fucktoy.”

She nodded deliriously, drool running down a corner or her gaping mouth, tits bouncing wildly as she held onto Bucky’s hands for dear life. The brunette was going to blow quick at this rate— his girl was sucking him in too good. She seized up and squeezed his dick like a vice.

She had cum again, only a shrill yelp and Bucky’s cock being throughly milked as the indicator. His baby fell limp against him, nuzzling into his sweaty cheek. His balls were full up and pulsing, ready to release. Another one, two, three pumps Bucky came with a loud cry of her name.

He slumped into the couch, still seating inside of his girlfriend while riding out the aftershocks. He could vaguely hear her whimpering about being full under the blood rushing in Bucky’s ears. He wrapped his arms around her soft midsection, suddenly very tired. She hissed, “Not there.”

Yawning, Bucky snorted, “No way in hell baby. Can’t a man hug the woman he loves who just made him see stars?”

She narrowed her eyes for a pause then pecked his lips. The woman murmured, “Fine. Since you’re the man I love who made me see stars two times.”

“Well I could count two since you’re in my lap.”

“Hush.”

[imbibitorz]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ YOU KNOW WHAT I DESERVE .ᐟ ⸝⸝⸝

oliver aiku x fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort(???);; not much warnings apply, mention of autopsy idk; petnames like doll, baby, angel ;; wc: 1.3k a/n: why did I cry while writing this. not proofread and tagging @luckiestangel

stirring in your bed, you are greeted with the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. the sun is too curious and impatient, too invested in the love story of you and the man in whose arms you’re currently laying. the moon already spilled the tea, telling the sun how you and oliver got passionate during the starry night. but, as much as the moon saw, it didn’t quite understand why you let such a playboy into your bed. granted, said man was worshipping your body like it’s the only piece of divinity that will ever be bestowed upon him… because to oliver, that’s exactly what you are. a divine being, a blessing in human form, something he knows he doesn’t deserve but will do everything he can to earn at least a bit of it.

feeling your warmth move against his chest, oliver also wakes up and almost gasps. you’re still in his arms. that would mean the night wasn’t a dream, that he really got a taste of heaven hidden in a human form…

“good morning, doll-” oliver greets you, his voice quiet and still groggy, a soft and still sleepy smile adorning his face as he still is in disbelief of the truth, of how true the memories of the passionate are. but it falters a little when you speak.

“don’t call me doll.” 

“then what should i call you?”

“by my name.”

“everyone calls you by your name. i want to call you something special because you are special- to me. and i want to be- someone special to you, too.”

you freeze in your tracks, gears in your mind visibly working themselves into overdrive as you turn your head and give him the most bombastic side eye known to mankind. “what?”

is this really all you can ask him after he basically confessed to you? are you for real?

but oliver doesn’t waver; he’s still looking at you, eyes full of that soft admiration, of something others wouldn’t believe he can have in his eyes - love. the pure, tender, and innocent feelings blaze out of his eyes, covered only in shame and doubt.

you sigh and turn yourself in his arms, action almost impossible with how tight he’s holding you. almost as if afraid it’s just a fleeting moment, something that will fade away the moment he lets you out of his embrace. and he does not want you to fade away from his life. ever. he knows he doesn’t deserve your love; he’s flawed, broken, someone unworthy of such feelings. he never thought he could love; having repressed his feelings as a fleeting crush, as an infatuation - you’re his older sister’s bestie, after all - you’re out of his league, someone unreachable.

and yet, here you are, in his arms, smiling at him with such gentle affection - if it’s all but a dream, he doesn’t want to wake up. never.

your sigh and a breathy chuckle are what bring him back to the human realm; the warmth of your skin, the way you fit into his arms - like it’s a place you were meant to be - it all feels too real. too good to be true.

“hey…” you’re taken off-guard, the tears pooling in oliver’s eyes, soon running down his cheeks like a small river is something you never really experienced. expertly, almost as if you were meant to, you wipe away his tears, fingers gentle and soothing in their caress. “it’s alright. all is well. you’re safe, you’re where you’re supposed to be. you’re with me, and i’m not leaving. it’s all good…”

you’re his angel, a heaven-sent salvation, your words soothing his soul in the worst way. because he knows you’re right; you’re here, you’re by his side now.

“i- i don’t deserve you,” oliver mumbles, his voice a faint whisper. he’s speaking like he doesn’t want to admit it, even if it’s the truth; he’s too broken, too flawed and a failure of a man to be loved like you love him. “you’ll be better with- someone else, not with me, ba-”

baby. he wants you to be his baby; oh how much he craves it! but no matter how much he tries, he knows. he knows he would never be someone she needs-

“but i want to. i want to be with you. we may be an- unconventional pair, at least to your sister,” the light tone paired with soothing words are slowly working their magic. “not a lot of people will approve or be happy, but… be honest, oliver. do you want to be the best version of yourself for me? do you… do you want to be the man i deserve?”

“hell yeah, but-”

“then it’s settled. you’re mine, oliver. and i know you’ll be enough for me. you already are.” tears well up in your eyes too, but you don’t care; all you care about now is to have oliver as your man, something you wanted for a long time. “i can see how you’re trying. trying to prove yourself, trying to pursue me, even if your ways are- dumb as fuck, let’s be honest… but i know that you love. as much as you say it to other girls… i know i am the different one. the only one for you, the only one you need.”

he can’t take it anymore. your words, the way you’re speaking so softly to him, how you’re sure what you want - and you want him - it’s all overwhelming, in the best way possible. resting his forehead on your shoulder, he sobs quietly, his arms tightening around you enough to ground him in the present. in your presence. your words are true, and it hits him right in his heart. he’s been seen through, almost like you performed an autopsy on him and opened his chest wide open, revealing his true feelings, revealing his heart that beats for you. and only for you.

“i- i’ll make sure…” oliver finally speaks up, his voice full of determination, even if it’s choked and strained with little sobs. while his arms embrace you further, hands splaying on your back and spreading his warmth, his love, he finally looks up at you. his teary eyes, the ones you always find easy to read even if others don’t, are stuck on you and only you. seeing how firm he is in his stare, how his brows narrow and pupils find their focus, you can’t help but smile and feel your heart flutter, warmth blooming in the depths of your soul. he continues, “i’ll make sure to be the best man for you. i’ll be the only man for you, the best one, the one you’ll ever need, the- the one that loves you with his whole being, even if he’s not worth of the love given back.”

“oh, shut up with that self-hatred!” shaking your head, you scold him a little; to others, it may look dismissive, but not to oliver. he knows you know; you know about his flaws and shortcomings, and yet you love him with that, even if he’s about to get rid of them as much as he can. “believe in yourself a little! just like me! because i know you’ll be the best man for me there is. the only man i will ever need.”

“hell yeah i will. and if i ever mess up…” a little, somewhat weary sigh escapes his lungs. “if i ever mess up, i will try to be even better. and better. better, until i am the best. because you deserve it. and i deserve you.”

with that, oliver smiles, finally relieved as his heart becomes light again, now warm and swollen with the overwhelming love and determination. with that smile of an idiot in love, he leans in and hovers with his lips over yours, waiting for you to close the distance. and he giggles almost like a high school girl when you do, kissing him with all the love he knows he needs.

[main masterlist] [ko-fi] [part of @bllk-tv]

[mullermilkshake]

People would assume

Part 4 <- Part 5 -> Part 6

Living alone sucks.

Heading home just feels empty. There's things everywhere.

<- Masterlist

“Do you have anyone to pick you up?” There was an officer at the main door to the hall as you lefty who stood in to stop you.

Mr Gojo seemed to pick up on it immediately and instinctively put his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll be taking her home. I have the address from the officer, I’ve got it from here.”

The ride was a complete blur, you didn’t really listen at all to what anyone said, not even Mr Gojo properly who sat in the back with you as a man in a similar suit drove the car away from the gallery. 

You didn’t see Nanami at all once the police were involved and you couldn’t help yourself to think of what he was doing at that moment. Did he go straight to jail to remain there for a long time? Or was he able to talk his way out of it like the slippery bastard he was? 

“I quit my job.” The first thing to leave your lips after the car door was opened for you and Mr Gojo held out a hand to pull you to your feet.

“You did?” You looked straight through him, though your periphery told you he was looking right at you, your hand still in his. “Well I doubt your resignation would have gone through, you can still go back. I’d hate to lose you from my account when you're so talented. Be a real shame.”

“I said it to leave him, but he…” Financially dependant. You didn’t want that. “It was something he wanted; I don't know why I said it.”

“We can discuss it later, let’s get you inside first.”

You took the elevator to your floor and allowed Mr Gojo to come with you despite your weak protests that you would be okay. The two men in dark suits and ear pieces waited by the lobby, another man that you hadn’t even realised was in the car with you. 

You loosened up a bit when the elevator door closed, more freedom now that it was just the two of you. “I can’t go back there… not after this even though I want to. I’ll lose my apartment, so I guess I’ll have to move back in with my sister; jesus christ I haven't thought this through have I?”

You quit to spite him, that was why, because you were stubborn and didn’t think through for the future. Fuck. But Mr Gojo didn’t make you feel like an absolute idiot for what you said when you reached the floor of your apartment in temporary silence. 

“So don’t. Come and work for me, a new spot has just opened up. I need a new assistant.” Was he delusional? Was he really asking you such a thing at a time like this like it was charity? 

You couldn’t just come and work for a man you had only just met in person, Mr Satoru Gojo was incredibly wealthy and extremely high profile, you wouldn't handle the mere pressure of protecting his accounts and other everyday jobs too. It was far too much to contemplate, so you didn’t answer him. 

The door lock jammed and the key didn’t turn. “Stupid thing always gets stuck.” 

You stopped and listened to yourself, a shitty apartment and shitty lock with little money to keep it that way. And here was a man offering you a job who had so much money, asking you to be his assistant. You knew deep down you werecompetent for the task, you could do a lot of what most employees at work couldn’t. The shock made you decide otherwise which pushed you to turn his offer down, to say no and leave it at that. 

Mr Gojo didn't wait for you to respond, but it seemed like he was starting to beg you. “I already know how you work, you would be perfect as my assistant. You are perfect for this job. Think about it, but say yes.”

You didn’t say yes and you never turned him down but you fell through the door when you bumped it open and the key turned. You braced for the thud and landing but Mr Gojo caught you, holding your waist with his hands like you were nothing to him, so easy he must have benched so much weight to appear he was holding up paper. Held so firm in his grasp you could have hung from his hands and swung from them without much issue. 

“Watch your step…” He stood up, no longer over you in a hold when his eyes glossed over your little apartment. 

He was definitely judging you, looking at the high rent cardboard box that was cramped enough to make someone crazy. But it wasn’t what made him stop in his tracks, hand still on you as you turned too. Your apartment was trashed, windows open to push the loose chiffon curtains and flow eerily into the room. Open rifled through drawers and cupboards sat still as stone statues to taunt you close to peep inside though your feet were planted firmly on the ground in Mr Gojo proximity.

there was one drawer in particular that took your attention.

“No, no, no…” Straight to the special thin drawer in the kitchen, stepping over broken ceramic plates and torn material you went, yanking it open and rifling through it to find it. “Where is it, where is it?!” 

“What is it?”

“M-my mothers pendant, her ring everything she left me-” There it was, in the same little envelope but it was on the floor at your feet, poking under the cupboard as though to goad you into tears.

You almost collapsed on the floor to scoop up the envelope and hold it close to your chest, it didn’t even register that you had cut your knee on the way down. “Get up and go to the door.” 

Mr Gojo’s voice commanded you out of your stupor though it left you confused. ”Mr Gojo-”

“Get up and go. Now.” 

He was serious, eyes trained on your bedroom door. You took his hand as he pulled you up but he never moved from that space, eyebrows knitted down into a frown. A noise came from your bedroom and made you clutch the envelope between your fingers as though to protect it and not yourself.

Someone was in your bedroom.

A creak on the floorboard and a thud made Mr Gojo stand in front and push you behind him. “I said go to the door and wait there-“

“I’m not letting you go in there on your own, are you crazy?” 

Crazy. There was still blood behind his ear from his fight. He didn’t say a word to hold you there, but didn’t move initially on his own, watching the bedroom door that was a jar move slightly. 

“Stay there.” Then he moved.

You tried your best to be as silent as you could be, stepping over glass and water from the vase on your side table and torn cushions with cuts so precise like it had been damaged by scissors or a blade.

Who could have done this? What did they take? As long as you had your mothers things, it would take some time to replace the objects but that’s all they were, objects. 

Though an object would usually come to your defence at a time like this, Mr Gojo didn’t arm himself at all. Bare fists that he’d scrunched up that made his skin paler, red with whatever aggression was up in his mind.

He arrived at the door like a ghost, silent and close though you had to tiptoe around things. He spoke so low you almost couldn’t hear him. “Don’t come in no matter what.”

Like a flash the door slammed shut behind him before you could object and there was a heavy silence you couldn’t bear. What if there was a person with a gun in there, or a large knife to get the drop on him?

Silence.

So much silence.

“M-mr Gojo?”

Nothing.

You drew closer and called out again. “Mr Gojo?” This time with more confidence. 

“Holy shit!”

His muffled voice caught you off guard and caused your hands to draw up and cover your eyes as though it would protect you. 

“What is it, Mr Gojo, are you alright?!”

The door came open with suspense you didn’t have time for and he emerged from the room unscathed with your cat in his arms. 

“You little shit.” You didn’t mean it to leave your lips, but you me cat was a little shit. 

“Jumped from your closet.” He almost laughed, but it was probably a shock though he still stroked him.” “Hey there little guy, you almost got the jump on me huh?” 

He purred, stretching out his neck to rest on Mr Gojo’s finger scratching under his chin which made him purr and fill the deafening silence in the trashed room. “That’s Sashimi, he has a tendency to jump out when he's nestled in the top of my closet.”

“Sashimi?” His teeth were visible in his grin, completely different to his hardened expression just a moment ago. “That’s the cutest! I love sushi.” 

Nigiri was a ginger tabby, self explanatory to what he was, a delicious and delicately cut slice of decadent raw salmon. You were also not the best at picking names, but Sashimi answered his name nevertheless. 

You approached the cat scooped in Mr Gojo’s arms like a hairy baby, tummy up and exposed with trust, still purring and looking up at you with big glossy eyes. “What happened little one? What did you see?”

"You can’t stay here tonight.”

Mr Gojo was right. “I’ll get a motel or something.”

There was so much damage upon walking into your bedroom. Quilt and pillows strewn about the floor and cut open, the polyester filling dusted all over and sprinkled on your desk next the the cracked mirror with specks of blood and red and broken glass from the picture frames.

“-Yeah… call them and get them here… right now. She can’t stay here-” You didn’t pay attention to Mr Gojo’s words, not whilst you scrounged clothes off of the floor and belongings to fill your bag. 

A hoodie and pair of shoes still tucked away in the sanctuary being untouched in the closet, hidden behind a stack of boxes you still hadn’t even unpacked and stuffed in there to forget about. 

You needed underwear, any type of any kind would do for now. 

It wasn’t long before the shock wore off, fleeting thoughts that soon never left and crammed themselves inside your mind to remove the damper of protection from the cold and allow the intrusive thoughts to scare you. 

What if you had been at home when whoever broke in was still here? You didn’t even want to think of what they could have done to you, put you through against your will just to score some belongings and money, but your brain refused to do it. 

The person would have killed me wouldn’t they? They’d take my lamp and hit me over the head, or use a cable to tie me up or worse. There's plenty of knives in the block to use to threaten me, and poor Sashimi would see all of it. 

Shaking off those thoughts, you pulled open your underwear drawer to stuff whatever you could to just get out and leave to a motel or something. “What the fuck?” It was half empty, completely void of lacey pairs and stockings for work. 

You scoured the messed floor which had no signs of a search, no indication that the drawer was simply searched through. No lace tangled up amongst the quilt cover or under the bed.

“What are you looking for?-”

“My under-” at the last second you caught yourself before you began talking about your underwear to Mr Gojo. 

“Under… what?”

Fuck, you were going to tell him, weren’t you? A stranger, a man who you didn’t know much about. “My er… my underwear, alot of it’s missing and I can’t find it anywhere.” 

You expected him to blush or stutter, but he spoke as though you’d lost your keys. “You think he took it? You’re certain none of it’s here?”

You shook your head quickly, more embarrassed than anything. “They’re not here, someone must have taken them.”

God, he was so hard to read, Mr Gojo’s expression left nothing for you to hold on to and find out what he was thinking, you were just grasping at straws. 

“You aren’t staying at any motel tonight. It’s not safe, you can stay at one of my apartments.” He left back towards the living area and pulled his phone out. 

“It’s me, yeah bring the car round, it's worse than we thought-”

All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep. You couldn’t even do that in your own bed. 

What a fucking night.

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Okay so- I have the BVZ School AU request! It's Karmor×Hipswitch themed(THE GAYS).

Basically: the school decides to host a road trip for a week to one of those cabin in the woods type thing, y'know? One where there's places and rooms for the students to sleep in and usually some lighthearted activities as well.

SO! The gang goes on the road trip, and once they arrive there they realize that each will have to share a room with another student(y'know, so every fits-). And Hipswitch and Karmor end up getting paired up together, but the problem is...there's only ONE BED.

At first, both agree to make a little pillow fort at the center of the bed to separate each other so they don't get uncomfortable <- aka Hipswitch doesn't want to make Karmor uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Albus, Mahatma and probably Attila all try to give Hipswitch hints that Karmor likes him(since Karmor doesn't have the balls to do it himself-).

Eventually, through signs, Hipswitch finally realizes that maybe his friends aren't fucking around with him. So, during the day before their departure from the trip, an event takes place in the cottage, something equivalent to a high school prom almost-

Hipswitch attempts to try and get a confession out of the mute by constantly teasing him and playing with him, but instead Karmor bolts out of there out of pure embarrassment. Hipswitch starts to think that maybe Karmor doesn't really like him back after all...but Mahatma manages to convince him to go after his man! So, in their dorm, he decides to take it slow this time instead of teasing Karmor, and eventually he does confess that he has a crush on the older one.

Then they make out(NO JOKE, I want them to kiss, doesn't need to lead into something spicy, just a make out session) and live happily ever after :3

Sorry if it's a bit long, I thought a lot about this "ówò)

YES. I’ve got you. Here’s your slow-burn, kiss-at-the-end, teasing-to-confession BVZ School AU fanfic featuring our boys:

I hope you like your meal ! 🍽️

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Title: “One Bed, One Brain Cell”

The cabin was cute in that “this-was-probably-haunted-during-the-1800s” kind of way. Wooden walls. Cold floorboards. The sound of overly enthusiastic classmates yelling outside as they claimed beds and argued over who got top bunk.

Hipswitch slung his bag onto the floor and eyed the room.

One bed.

One singular, twin-sized, very-cozy bed.

“…Partner, we’re doomed.”

Kamor stood in the doorway, holding his duffle like a shield. He looked at the bed. Then at Hipswitch. Then back at the bed. His face was unreadable—except for the slight twitch in his brow and the way his ears were pink.

Hipswitch rubbed the back of his neck. “We could, uh—do the whole pillow barrier thing? Like a fort. Like Switzerland. Neutral zone in the middle. Unless you wanna take the floor. I’ll take the floor. You’ll probably sleep prettier.”

Kamor just shook his head quickly, signing: ‘Pillow wall is fine.’

And so it began: the slow, awkward, utterly tense descent into mutual pining hell.

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Day 2.

Albus: “You realize he likes you, right?”

Hipswitch: “He barely looks me in the eye, Albus.”

Mahatma: “That’s because he’s in love with you and full of shame. Like a Victorian maiden.”

Attila: “He literally made you a playlist for the bus ride and stared at you the whole time. You dense bitch.”

Hipswitch: “I thought he was zoning out.”

Attila: “Zoning out while mouthing the lyrics to ‘Take On Me’ while you slept on his shoulder???”

Hipswitch: “…okay I’m starting to get it now.”

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The Final Night: School Dance

The old lodge was dressed up with cheap streamers and even cheaper punch. Hipswitch wore a suit jacket over his usual hoodie, hair actually brushed for once. Kamor was in a soft blue sweater and jeans, looking like every indie dream boy ever.

Hipswitch found him by the punch bowl and leaned in. “You look good enough to kiss, partner.”

Kamor’s eyes went wide. Then he turned and bolted, his sweater catching slightly on a folding chair as he vanished into the woods like a startled deer.

“…Right,” Hipswitch muttered. “Cool. I’m the asshole now.”

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Back at the Room

Hipswitch sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

“I blew it. Shoulda kept it cool. Shouldn’t have flirted. I’m not even good at it. I’m like if a golden retriever tried to be smooth.”

Mahatma stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “He ran because he panicked, not because he hates you.”

“Doesn’t mean he wants me.”

“Then go ask him.”

A pause.

“…Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

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Later that night

Kamor was curled up on the bed, hoodie over his head, knees drawn up, earbuds in. Hipswitch sat beside him, gently nudging his leg. Kamor looked over, hesitantly.

“Hey,” Hipswitch said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Kamor sat up slowly, taking out one earbud.

“I was just… trying to see if maybe I wasn’t totally imagining this thing between us.” He paused. “But I can’t keep teasing if it makes you wanna vanish.”

Kamor stared at him.

Then, slowly, shakily, he reached for Hipswitch’s hand and signed with trembling fingers:

‘You weren’t imagining it.’

Hipswitch’s heart jumped.

“Oh.”

Kamor’s face was flushed—he looked like he was about to pass out from sheer emotional effort.

So Hipswitch didn’t say anything else.

He just leaned in. Gently, softly. Let Kamor meet him halfway.

Their lips touched—tentative at first. Testing the waters. Then again, deeper. Kamor’s hand slipped into Hipswitch’s hoodie, curling around his shirt, and Hipswitch held him like he was afraid he’d disappear again.

The kiss turned slower. Warmer.

When they finally pulled away, Kamor looked dazed.

Hipswitch grinned like a man who’d won the lottery and survived a crash landing. “You got a nice mouth for a guy who doesn’t talk.”

Kamor rolled his eyes, signed ‘Shut up’, and kissed him again.

⸻

They fell asleep that night in the same bed, the pillow wall long forgotten.