#I’m feral and balancing on the verge of burning out from studying for finals but I just have one more paper to write

[friendlyfatbee]

Come to my hyperfixation corner, where we have:

Danny Dickens (Permanent Residence)

Rocky Horror Picture Show, but only the soundtrack of the first movie, not even the movie itself

3 rubber bands that sit on my desk

The same 3, but unrelated to each other, roleplay asmrs where I have every line memorized and accompanied with a corresponding facial expression and body gesture

Audrey II/Twoey?? The plant just got me with their singing ig

And last but not least: bar soap. Not even using the soap but smelling and looking at it, seeing the process behind producing it, and how certain chemical compounds affect smell, color, etc.

I will not shut about any of these things for what seems like approximately the next 72 hours /hj

[falling-pages]

TurnTables: TamaKyo

I wrote my first smut piece!! And it’s about my otp, naturally. But I’ve been writing so much fluff for Tamakyo recently that I really wanted to try something new with them. 

We all know Kyoya is absolutely a dom and Tamaki is a softie, but what if they swapped? What if Tamaki became a dominating beast instead?

WARNING: LEMONS. SMUT. LEMONS AND SMUT. SO MUCH SMUT.

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“I’ll see about the shipment. The supplies should already be there, Mr. Tanaka,” Kyoya said into the phone, balancing it between his jaw and shoulder. He scrolled down the computer screen with one hand and wrote notes on a pad with the other, pausing to scratch the last of the ink out.

“No, no, don’t worry, I’m sure there was a misunderstanding.” He silently cursed as he grappled for another pen, the disorganization of his desk finally biting him back. He found one, seized it, and scribbled out a circle to force the ink to flow. “Yes. I assure you I will handle it. There is nothing wrong with your order.”

He focused on the computer, studying the graphics as the man on the other end rattled on. Ahead of him he saw his office door open, and Tamaki walked in, though without his usual bounce.

“That is the Ootori expectation, Mr. Tanaka,” he continued, shaking his head pointedly as Tamaki closed the door. He didn’t have time for the blond’s usual shenanigans. He was on the verge of losing a major business partner.

“Kyoya?” Tamaki mumbled.

Kyoya covered the mouthpiece of the phone, glaring at him. “Not now, Tamaki.”

He went back to the conversation, not noticing how Tamaki locked the door behind him. 

Kyoya prattled on, laying on flattery like butter, as Tamaki walked closer, his footsteps even and quiet. It was unusual, especially for a man so loud and...bouncy...as Tamaki normally was. But then again, that devious gleam in his eyes was unusual, too.

Tamaki snuck behind his fiance, running his hands roughly over his shoulders. Kyoya was too busy for his own good. Too busy for Tamaki’s good.

“I will personally call with an update tom--AH!”

Kyoya gasped as Tamaki sunk his teeth into his neck, not deep enough to hurt but enough to awaken some tension below his belt. He stiffened, feeling warmth pool in his stomach, but shoved the other man away. 

“Forgive me, Mr. Tanaka, my cat--”

He bit back a cry as Tamaki did it again, instinctively raising his hand to swat the blond away with a vengeance. Tamaki did nothing to suppress the moan gathering in his throat, and he let it loose with accompanying kisses to the bite marks. Deep, red teeth marks right on the side of the neck. Not easily hidden. Kyoya would hate him for that, but Tamaki didn’t care.

That was the only way to get his attention.

“Mr. Tanaka, I will have to call you back later, please forgive my interruption.”

Kyoya slammed his phone down and whipped his chair to face Tamaki, instantly incensed. 

“What the HELL was that?”

“You haven’t been paying attention to me,” Tamaki said, narrowing his eyes on his victim. 

“Tamaki,” Kyoya said, struggling to keep from shouting, “that was a very important client, and I might have lost him because of your inability to control yourself! How many times do I have to tell you to WAIT until I am FINISHED--”

“That’s all I do with our sex life!” Tamaki roused in response. “All I do is WAIT until you’re FINISHED with work, wait until three or four a.m., wait until you finally have enough time to sleep, wait until you decide it is convenient to love me.” He crouched in and settled his hands on the desk either side of Kyoya, trapping him and forcing his attention. “I’ve been a good little fiance, waiting my turn. But not tonight. Not right now.”

There was a primal, guttural tone lurking in his voice, something so different from his unrefined colloquialisms that it took Kyoya by surprise. He let his guard down, not used to being spoken that way, not by anyone--and certainly not by Tamaki.

“How have I not--”

“You haven’t shown me affection in weeks,” Tamaki said, lowering his eyelids to Kyoya’s lap.

Kyoya’s cheeks burned, but he took the opportunity to stand up and duck away from Tamaki’s advances. “What do you mean? I kiss you every morning before I go to work.”

A snarl burst from Tamaki’s throat. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” He straightened up and stalked towards his fiance like a predator towards prey. And with that rare dominant stance he took, Kyoya was feeling more like the hunted rather than the hunter he normally was. “I mean,” Tamaki continued, “the lust, the desire, the itching in my hands to pin you down until you whine my name and can’t remember your own.”

Kyoya’s blood turned hot, and though he was slightly concerned about the feral streak in Tamaki’s eyes, he felt that hot blood go directly to his dick.

“You’ve let Daddy go too long without satisfaction,” Tamaki purred, finally reaching him. Kyoya backed up until he hit the wall, and Tamaki stepped forward until he was pinned there, in between hard oak and an even harder blond. “I’ve gotten off to memories of you in the last few days, but you are right here, and it wasn’t enough, not enough, it wasn’t really your skin or your cock or your smell--”

He leaned in and sniffed near Kyoya’s jugular, softly taking in the skin between his teeth. Kyoya whined, not proud of how his fiance had just humiliated him, but damn if he didn’t miss his body just as much.

“The only thing that truly satisfies me,” Tamaki resumed, grabbing Kyoya’s chin and studying his lips, “is you. Only you. In the flesh.”

They kissed, and Kyoya felt the hot desperation in Tamaki’s tongue, felt the need and the want and the waiting. Tamaki, too, felt the heir pull him closer in an almost involuntary reaction.

“Your body needs me,” Tamaki hummed. “You can say you’re so busy--” he slipped his hands into his lover’s pants, gliding his fingers over the evidence, “but your body doesn’t lie. It wants  me.”

Kyoya hissed, embarrassed at how easily Tamaki could turn on a dime from a happy submissive to an angry dom. It wasn’t often that he did, but he enjoyed it. It was nice to be told what to do sometimes. Kyoya was a foal not easily broken, but here he almost had no choice, like Tamaki was a wild animal snatching what he wanted and tearing it away. Not that it was a bad thing. And he certainly did not mind losing control once in a while…

“See?” Tamaki smirked and withdrew his hand, his point clearly made.

He kissed him again, and this time the men shuffled to the couch in the corner of the office, thinking in one mind and consisting of one thought alone. Kyoya fell first, his back pushed into the leather by his lover, who hovered on top of him. Kyoya had to admit, through foggy eyes, that Tamaki did look absolutely beautiful on top of him, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, pinning his wrists on either side of his head.

“You want me, don’t you?” Tamaki whispered, drawing sloppy kisses up Kyoya’s neck.

Kyoya squirmed, feeling pleasure bloom at the new position. “I--I do. I want you.” He bristled against his pride.

Tamaki smirked as he begged, rewarding him with a long kiss before fully settling his weight on top. “It’s a good thing I want you, too,” he said. He shoved his hand down Kyoya’s pants and found his shaft, stroking it. “And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets.”