#The Naughty Princess Club

[kitten4sannie]

ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

-

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

-

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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don’t make a sound ⭑ rafe cameron

warnings ; car sex, fingering, rafe being rafe, dirty talk.

18+ mdni

you were both en route to a charity event, one set up by rafes parents. rafe didn't tell you much about the event, only to dress nice, and that he didn’t want to go.

“im telling you baby, your mom just wants us to make an appearance, then you can go wasted with the guys,” were your exact words to help convince your blue eyed boyfriend.

he wasn't pleased that you forced him to go, but you definitely made up for it last night. “agree yo go with me to the event tomorrow, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight.”

your words led to you being tied up, having 4 orgasms and as he would call it, ‘the best night of your life’

the man was a god in every aspect, making you feel things you'd never before felt. and as promised on the way to the event he sparks a conversation,

"do you think i can make you cum before we get there?" his signature smirk plastered against his lips. you quickly shushed him, nodding your head towards the gentleman driving the limo.

"the divider is up, the guy can't hear or see anything baby i promise" he said, hand trailing up your thigh, underneath your dress trying to convince you more.

"we only have like 4 minutes though," you commented with hesitation before fully submitting to your boyfriend, his smirk having you weak in the knees.

the pads of his fingers connect with your clit, starting off with slow, circular movements. his actions caused you to roll your eyes, biting your lip in hopes you don't make too much noise.

"no panties, huh? naughty girl" he raised his eyebrows and his smirk widened.

"i know you like it that way" you replied, receiving a satisfied nod from your boyfriend

"actually princess, i prefer you naked, but i doubt you'll agree to that right now" he muttered.

rafe started kissing your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin. he slowly rubs your clit with one finger, fastening his pace, moans nearly escaping your lips.

he suddenly stopped his movements and sunk two fingers deep inside of you, causing you to bring your hand to cover your mouth.

"cmon baby, be a good girl. you know how much I love to hear you" rafe groaned in your ear.

you adjusted and placed your lips by his ear, allowing you to moan into his ear, only loud enough for him to hear.

"fuck rafe, it feels so good," you breathlessly moaned. “i love it when you touch me, makes me feel insane" you carried on.

he let out an appreciative moan, now using his thumb on your clit whilst using his fingers the exact way you love.

“good girl taking my fingers so well for me.” he lets out a groan at the way you shiver for him.

you felt the familiar feeling in your gut, tightening around his fingers.

"rafe, im gonna..." you started, sentence being taken over by a muffled moan. rafe absolutely loved the way you clenched around him, whether it be his cock or his fingers.

“atta girl, cum for me.” kissing your neck and fastening his pace, you clench around him one last time. “good girl, staying quiet for me.” your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard between the two of you.

"just in time" he said, kissing the side of your head whilst pulling his fingers out of you. you hissed at the sensitive feeling, opening your eyes to see you were pulling into the parking lot of the club.

you straightened your dress as best as you could, and lazily combed your fingers through your hair, wiping away any smudged make up from under your eyes where you'd clenched them shut not 2 minutes ago.

"how do I look?" you asked rafe, turning your body to face him.

"like you deserve more than my fingers" he chuckled. you playfully smacked his arm at the crude comment, only after letting out a small laugh.

"you’re disgusting" you joked.

"say that again, and I'll show you how disgusting I am in the bathroom" he said, raising his eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“i don’t think i have to say anything, we both know we'll be in the bathroom soon enough" you smiled.

the door opened and you both got out, rafe holding onto your hand to help you.

"you ready?" you asked him

"you’re here baby, im always ready"

⋆ ★ k speaks ⋆ ★

first work 😭, lowkey hate it and will def be going back to edit but for nowww here it is ! also reqs are open for anyone tbhhh i get bored lol so :)

[fetishfairytales2]

Sissy School, Pt. 1 (Story)

"Aww, look at my wittle Brandi,” I cooed, grabbing her by the chin as she kneeled on the ground next to me, “all teary-eyed and whimpering. Don't be sad, my precious cupcake! Mommy has found the perfect place for you, thanks to all the amazing girlies in my online forum. They told me about this super special nursery, just for sissies like you! All their little girls go too! Daddy Conner's new promotion means I don't have to work anymore, but that doesn't mean I want you under my feet all day. So, Daddy and I decided it's time for you to go to Sissy School!"

I smiled, running my fingers across her cheek, and continued; "Today, we're going to tour your new school and you better show me your best behavior princess! You don’t want me to have to tell Daddy you were a bad girl, right?"

My poor little girl, she was trying so hard to nod and wipe away her tears while gagged with that cute pacifier. She's such a crybaby, always whimpering and sniveling. We pulled up to this seedy-looking abandoned strip mall, and almost missed it, with its tinted windows and black paint. It was right next to this wild knock off of Chip and Dales strip called 'Hunks’. I've had some wild nights there, let me tell ya! But this sissy kindergarten didn’t sound like it would be as fun for Brandi as the strip club was for me!

"Welcome to Hunks and Huggies!" I heard a bubbly voice exclaim as the door swung open. The college-aged girl smiling at us was hot. Her dark hair had the perfect beach waves, her skin was flawless, even her eyes sparkled! I just had to stare! God, some girls get it all, even her body was perfect! Her short black “Huggies and Hunks” crop top was so tight you could the outline of her nipples, and they're hard as rocks! The matching black short shorts were barely there. She was showing off her perfect ass and long, toned thighs. I might need to get this girl’s number later! If Brandi wasn’t gagged with her penis-paci I’m sure that little sissy’s tongue would be on the floor right now.

"I'm Ms. Becky!" She introduced herself with a smile, her perfect teeth flashing. "You must be Heather," she continued, giving me a quick hug, shit she even smelled amazing! "And this adorable munchkin," she leaned over and pinched Brandi's cheek, making my sissy squirm, "must be Little Miss Brandi! Why don’t you two come in, I’ll show you around!” She giggled, grabbing me by the arm and whisking us inside.

Stepping inside Hunks and Huggies was like walking into Brandi’s worst nightmare. The whole place was decked out in pastel pink and white, like a little girl’s nursery had exploded. Even the carpet was a somehow perfectly maintained pink! The walls were covered in pink and white stripes, and there was even a banner that spelled out “Welcome to Sissy School!” In building block letters! I had only seen the entrance so far and I just knew it was perfect! I could already see Brandi trembling in her diapers and sobbing behind her gag.

"This," Becky giggled, seeing my shocked expression, "is the main entrance. Our 'students' get to meet all four of us teachers here every morning!" There were more of her? Lucky Brandi! "That door over there," she pointed at a pink door with foam letters that read "Bad Girls Only," "is the detention room. Don't worry, I won't spoil the fun. Brandi will tell you all about it after her first visit!"

A terrified squeak came from my gagged little girl, who was definitely not into the whole 'detention room' situation. I giggled, loving how scared she was already. "Did you say Hunks and Huggies?" I asked, still taking in the over-the-top pink decor.

Before Becky could answer, we heard muffled cries from behind the 'Bad Girls Only' door. Brandi's trembling intensified, and I knew she was freaking out.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Becky said, her hand on Brandi's shoulder doing nothing to comfort her. "That sissy is being punished for very being naughty. But you're a good girl, right?" She looked at Brandi, who nodded frantically, too terrified to make a sound now.

Becky turned back to me with a mischievous grin. "Yes, Hunks and Huggies. The owner of Huggies Sissy School is an amazing businesswoman, she also owns the Hunks strip club next door! It provides some ahem unique benefits for us teachers." She leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "And some not-so-fun benefits for the students, but we'll get to that later!"

"Let's continue the tour!” Becky giggled, taking my hand and leading me with excitement. Brandi was struggling to keep up, crawling pitifully on the fluffy carpet, her pigtails bouncing. "This is the playroom!" She announced with a bright smile. "I know you'll just adore it!"

As we stepped into the "playroom," I was in for a major surprise! No jungle gyms or swing sets here, but there were definitely some fun toys to play with. The room was so perfect! Of course it was painted in the same soft pink and white as the entrance hall, and had the same fuzzy pink carpet. But there were so many fun toys, it was going to make my little diapered cuck miserable! If my little Brandi didn't enjoy her nursery at home, she would absolutely hate playtime in this place.

"Our lucky little girls spend at least two hours a day in the playroom for recess," Becky giggled from the doorway, reading my mind. "As you can see...", she said nodding across the room.

In the corner of the playroom, there was this giant pink bouncer, the sort of thing every sissy nursery needs! And inside, struggling like a sad little bitch, was this naked sissy, covered in sweat and crying her eyes out. Her hair was a total matted mess, and her makeup was running down her face. The little bitch was such a hot mess! "Oh my god!" I laughed, "look at that cutie pie!" I pointed at the poor thing, all tied up and helpless. "She's just so adorable!" The bouncer bounced up and down, making her tiny chastity cage wobble back and forth. And she had the cutest clamps on her budding little sissy boobs that were little bells! They jingling with every bounce. So. Freaking. Cute! 

"Aww, why the long face, sweetie?" I cooed to the sobbing, gagged sissy, not really expecting an answer. “I’ve seen that look before, does she have a little botty-friend in?" I winked at Becky, who just shrugged and giggled. 

"Yup, this lil' sissy is gonna pop her cherry soon! Her mommy's new man is packing, so we're giving her the full prep treatment!" I glanced at Brandi, who was trying to disappear into the floor, probably thinking about the massive plug she had at home. Of course, this meant I would be buying her an even bigger one for school, but that could be a surprise for later!

Becky strutted across the room; “and this,” she said, flashing a cute smile, “is our toy box!” I watched excitedly as she lifted the lid of the most adorable toy box ever. It's pink and white, and even had a heart painted on the front! "Every princess needs her toys, don't ya think?" She asked, watching as Brandi's eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What do you think Brandi?”

Inside the box was a collection that would make any dom proud and sissy blush: so many different size paddles, some were leather, some were painted with girly designs, one even had “sissy” carved into it. I’m sure that would leave a mark! There were floggers and whips that promised a sting, and even the largest assortment of dildos I had even seen! “Don’t be jealous Princess Pampers,” I giggled at Brandi; “but I think they might have even more toys than you do!” I couldn’t help but hold some of the larger ones up just to show my sissy. There were a lot! There were so many colors, some were ribbed or had a point, others were realistic; they had veins! “I think you’ll have so much fun with these, Brandi!” I laughed, as she whimpered.

Becky flashed me a knowing smile before leaning over to speak to her future ‘student’. "Don't worry, Brandi,” she purred, “you'll be playing with these toys real soon." She points out a white rocking horse next to us, painted white with pink trim. It would have been perfectly innocent if not for the massive ribbed didlo in the saddle! "That one's gonna be a wild ride, girl!." She giggled, I could see Brandi's bottom lip quivering, the poor thing. "And check out that X-frame, it's just dyin' to have you." We all looked at the intimidating restraint, also pink of course!. "But first, let's go see my favorite part."

In the center of the room was an adorable yet cruel looking “crib”, if you could call it that. It was certainly a fucked up twist on a one anyway. It was painted pale pink and white to match the rest of the room, down to its pink sheets and blankets. But unlike any other crib I had ever seen, except the one Conner built for Brandi of course, it had a top on it like a cage! Inside, the crib were two, I had to assume, absolutely miserable sissies. Their faces were wrapped in diapers, and they were handcuffed on top of each other, struggling in a cute little 69..

"So, these brats were bugging Ms. Staci for diaper changes,” she explained with a smile. “We don't do changes here often, ya know? So, I guess Staci decided if they wanted out of their diapees so badly, they could wear them somewhere else instead! Of course, I'm not sure if it's their own messy diapees or someone else's, but it's fun, for us, either way!" She looked down sweetly as the trapped pair. "This crib is my favorite! Did ya know it can fit three sissies stacked on top of each other at once? It's way more fun when there's more crying and begging. You know, sharing is caring, right?"

“They’re wearing each other’s,” Another absolute bombshell, college aged girl said, standing in the doorway. She had the most striking features, long legs, and blonde hair. She was also dressed to kill in the same revealing outfit as Becky—short shorts that showcase her perfect ass, and a low-cut crop top with the "Huggies and Hunks" logo, leaving little to the imagination. I could see everything through the fabric of her shirt, which I’m certain Brandi would notice too! She added, absolutely full of disdain; "they're wearing each other's diapers. They'll keep 'em on until they clean 'em or fill their new ones. I’m Ms. Staci,” she smiled at me and then sneered at the sissy next to me; “who’s the new loser?

I introduce my pathetic ex, "This loser here is Brandi." Staci gave Brandi a once-over, clearly not impressed. I mean, who would be? Noticing their matching outfits, I ask, "do you girls always dress like this?" 

Becky shrugs, "Most days, but on 'Fun Friday,' we break out the sexy lingerie. Gotta give the sissies something to drool over, especially when they've been denied for weeks." I can't help but smirk, imagining Brandi's misery knowing she’ll be tormented by these hotties. It’s been months since her last sissygasm and won’t be getting to make cummies anytime soon either!

Becky claps her hands together excitedly; "Staci and I can give you the rest of the tour together and fill you in on our very strict rules." As we leave the room, she snickers; "you’ll see our girls in their uniforms soon enough. Every student is required to wear one!" On our way across the entrance hall toward a room labeled “Moviez 4 Sissiez”, Becky begins to run through a list of school rules. “All girls must be in uniform at all times, obviously. Dententions for being out of uniform are very harsh, also obviously. The girls must come to school each day with their supplies, which may change depending on the lesson, uhh…oh!” 

Becky turned to speak to Brandi directly, "Oh, and little one, you'll be on an exclusive 'cum-only' diet here!" The look on Brandi's face was priceless. I almost felt bad for her! She already eats a lot of cum at home, but at least I still gave her table scraps...for now. She winks at me, assuring; "we just ask mommies to save condoms from their real men. We've got plenty extra though, don't worry." Then, leaning in close to Brandi, she smiled; "you’ll never go hungry, princess. We'll keep you nice and full."

The theater room was honestly kind of gross. Staci confessed as we walked into the small room; "this used to be a viewing booth in an adult bookstore when this whole place was a strip mall. We kept it nasty as a fun little tribute." I spot shelves filled with gay porn and femdom DVDs with titles that I’m sure made Brandi squirm. "Sissy's BBC Training" and "Mommy's Strap-On Slave." Magazines like “Rockhard” were stacked on shelves, and in the center of the room was another surprise for both Brandi and I.

A sissy, tied up tight, laid diapered wearing a pink frilly dress with a matching diaper cover. Of course, she had the most adorable paci strapped in her mouth. Another young beauty, a dominant sounding babe with red hair, was standing behind her. This new teacher was holding the sissy’s head in front of the screen with one hand and holding a vibrating wand to her diapered crotch with the other. “Don’t you dare look away you fucking loser!” She was laughing each time her diapered prisoner tried to turn her head away or close her eyes. “Ooh!” The ginger bombshell giggled, quite literally prying the poor, helpless loser’s eyes open, forcing her attention back to the recording; “this is my favorite part!”

On the screen, is the most perfectly round ass I had ever seen. I was jealous and turned on! Oh gawd, It's tight and firm, totally spankable. It making my mouth water, I couldn’t imagine what it was doing to the poor thing having to watch, or even Brandi! "Hey there, sissy," a sexy voice cooed from the recording. "You always loved my ass, huh? When you were my big stwong husband, you used to love watching this ass bounce on your cock didn’t you? Now that you’re a wittle sissy, I guess you’ll just have to watch it bounce on someone else’s…” The owner of that incredible ass turned and winked at the camera; a 30-something with the deepest blue eyes and her blonde hair in a high ponytail. I think she was about to put on a show.

“Sometimes,” Staci whispered, clearly enjoying herself, “a mommy will send us their ‘home movies’ to share with the class or just to torment their cucks. This one's getting a private show." With a giggle, the woman on screen bent over, revealing a sexy, heart-shaped tattoo on her lower back, just above her perfectly toned butt. She crawls onto the bed, her long, toned legs on full display and beckons off camera with a playful finger and a moan. In the corner, I could just make out a very well-built black guy. Wow, the only thing bigger than his muscles was his dick! This girl was very lucky! He had his massive black cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. The blonde teased him, wiggling her ass. I could hear the gagged sissy in the center of the room whimpering and crying. 

"You ready big boy?" she teased, looking back at the camera with a wicked smile while talking to the bull. "Come and get it, baby. You own this pretty white ass now..." This really got the waterworks going from the helpless cuck watching, the redhead doubled her efforts and held firm, forcing her charge to watch as the scene heated up. The hunk didn’t need any further instructions, stepping behind her and the whole room watched as the blonde’s eyes went wide and she moaned. “Ooooh, fuck! Ooh! Jesus baby, y…you’re big!”

“Let’s leave her to enjoy the show,” Becky smiled, closing the theater door, “and let’s go see the classroom. Hmm?” She asked, smiling down at Brandi. The poor thing turned pale and tried to protest, but I grabbed her pigtails, giving them a rough tug, pulling her behind me. She cried softly as we followed Ms. Becky's click-clack heels down the hall. "Almost there, loser," Staci giggled, stopping in front of the door to speak to Brandi. "This is, like, my favorite part! We show you all the awful shit we’re going to do to you and you can’t even stop it! You're gonna hate it, I promise!" I could see Brandi's knees shaking. Poor, dumb little thing.

Ms. Becky dramatically flung open the door with a smile and pushed Brandi inside. "Welcome to class, Brandi," she giggled. "You’re gonna have so much fun!" The room was the most fucked up thing I had seen so far, and I mean that in the best possible way. Everything, and I mean everything, was pink! The walls, the carpets, even the damn windows. 

"Oh, Brandi, look at that! They really went all out with the color scheme," I mocked as she sobbed at my knees. "But just wait till you see the lessons they have planned for you, my little sissy baby." I giggled, noticing the pink chalkboards and the lessons written on them. "Cock Sucking 101, hmm?” I teased, reading the board off to her; “oh, I just know you’ll get an A+ in that! You’re a great little cocksucker! We all laughed watching Brandi crumble to the floor, sobbing like the pathetic little girl she is.

"Aww, does my wittle sissy need a time-out already?" I teased, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up. "But we just got here! Oh my, look at these!” I could hear Brandi groan and whimper as I dragged her towards the center of the room; “aren’t these just the cutest little desks and chairs! How adorable!" I giggled, pointing at the ribbed dildos attached to each chair. “You’ll definitely be sitting pretty, won’tcha Princess Pampers?” Brandi’s eyes went wide, she turned pale, and of course she instantly crumbled back to the floor. I just let her be. After all, she had plenty of time to enjoy her new school! The cutest touch was the name tags on the desks. Pink of course, written out in girly handwriting, the “I’s” all dotted with little hearts, so precious! Of course, the names were my favorite; I could see “Sissy Slut,” “Jizz Breath,” and “Cumbucket”! I hope Brandi got such a cute nickname!

The walls were just as extra as the rest of the classroom. There were huge posters of hunky half naked men covered with lipstick marks, pictures of gorgeous women naked but pixelated of course, and a cute full length mirror with the phrase, "who's the queerest of them all?" written in hot pink lipstick in the corner, Becky stood to the side, clearly proud of her workplace! "This," she giggled, "is where the magic happens. Where we transform whiny boys into obedient baby bitches! As you can see…”

"Check out these two cuties!" I exclaimed in giggles, noticing what Becky was pointing to. I pulled Brandi up and pointed at the two sissies kneeling in the center of the room, surrounded by the pink desks. They were dressed to impress in the cutest little schoolgirl outfits. Their plaid skirts were way too short, showing off their pink Huggies pull-ups, their eyes were were covered with pink blindfolds, their hands trapped behind them with pink cuffs, and their pigtails were held by matching pink bows! And I absolutely loved their crop tops with "sissy slut" in glitter across their chests, of course.

"Oh, Brandi, honeybun, aren't they just adorable? I can't wait to see you all dressed up just like them!" I mocked, knowing how much he hated this. "Don't you just love their fashion sense? I bet you're dying to join their little sissy club, aren't you?" I teased, as Brandi's sobs turned into desperate whimpers.

Staci knelt next to Brandi and wiped away the sobbing little sissy’s tears. I think she was having almost as humiliating Brandi as I do! I knew I was going to like her! "These are your Sucky Exams, princess,” I could barely hear her whispering over Brandi’s sniffling; “you’ll take them every week! The goal is to be the first little girl to make your man cum. If you're a good girl and pass, you get a fresh diapee! But if you fail, well...let's just say you'll find out in the detention room!"

“Sucky exams…?” I asked, before the classroom door opened again. I was in awe as two tall, chiseled hunks, with arms the size of Brandi's thighs and cocky smiles walked in. Oh, they were hot! I think Brandi was so scared she may have pissed herself just seeing these two! “Oh,” I giggled, almost to myself, “sucky exams!” These two wasted no time, each one grabbing a sissy by her pigtails and pulling her towards their bulging package. Brandi's eyes widened watching as these two little sissy sluts were about to be used for their intended purpose.

The sissies, now reduced to a trembling mess, opened their mouths defeatedly and allowed their throats to be invaded. “Look at them go,” Staci giggled over Brandi’s shoulder, watching the helpless sissy being throatfucked deep and hard. I could barely hear her over sounds in the room. “Look at the eye contact,” Staci giggled wickedly, “and listen to all that moaning, they’re such good little sluts!” 

“You lucky little girl, getting to watch,”  Becky had leaned over Brandi’s other shoulder now; “look at them, even through all the tears, being the best little sissy pornstars they can be! Ya know, with Hunks right next door, there’s, like, an endless amount of dicks you’re going to suck, every day!” Even over sissies’ muffled moans and the wet, slurping noises, I’m sure Brandi could hear each word; “we hope you’re excited for your first day of school!”

[trevengersprincess]

23:50 𝓅.𝓂.

a/n: its been a minute and I apologize for that. hopefully this makes up for some lost time

Bonten!Sanzu and exhibitionism. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind lately. Sanzu lives exhibitionism so much. He's just a freak that way. It's the way you crumble in his lap as you are sat in the VIP section of one of Bonten's many clubs. Your face is red from embarrassment or maybe arousal. But he knows you love it, such little whore for him. How does he know you like it and aren't embarrassed? By the way you clench around him. God, it's heavenly for him and making him feral. He just wants to press you against the table in front of him, pound your pretty little pussy until all you can remember is his name. Wants to show off how much you break on his cock and only he can make you this way. But he keeps calm. He watches as you move your hips, trying to get some sort of friction. You're whining and whimpering shamelessly, like you aren't trying to hide it, at least not anymore. The Bonten executives sat around you two know what you're doing but aren't fazed. They can see the way your eyes are half lidded and tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. But why? Because you can't hit those spots you desperately want to be hit because only Sanzu can hit them. And who is he to deny his pretty girl when she's all desperate and finally decided that she had suffered enough.

"Need help princess? Need me to fuck you here in front of everyone? Want them all to see how much of a mess you are when I'm balls deep inside you? Such a naughty girl."

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[tojirights]

prompt: "can you feel what you're doing to me?" + "i really dont care. you look hot and im trying not to fuck you senseless right now."

tags: nsfw 18+, public sex

you were supposed to be working, scouting the area after multiple calls of suspicious activity. unfortunately for you, your first target was to scope out a local nightclub. it wasnt your scene, the music was obnoxious and people were too close to you. this was where gojo came in handy. no one dared to bother you with him at your hip. and he always had a way of distracting you from your job, strong hands gripping you at the hip as you swayed to the music. "see anything?" your eyes scan the busy scene, pressing against his chest so you can hear him better.

his breath is hot on your ear as he speaks, causing a chill to run up your spine. "mm, i really don't care..." he pulls your body flush against him. "can you feel what you're doing to me?" he asks, grinding into your ass and yes, you are now entirely too aware of his cock hard against you. "gojo-" you start, slightly annoyed that he can't stay professional for just one night. "ooh c'mon baby, drop the formality. you look hot and i’m trying really hard to not think about fucking you senseless." his voice drops low as he finishes his sentence, words hitting you low in your gut.

its nothing new, hooking up with gojo, but you at least try to keep some dignity about it. though, your core aches at the thought of him pulling you away right now. there was no real privacy, but gojo obviously didn’t care about that right now, his hands hiking your dress up just under the swell of your ass. "i could slip my cock right in, couldn't i?" he teases, pushing you so you lean forward, your ass so close yet too far. "you always get so wet just from a little teasing."

you'd love to tell gojo to fuck off, but there's another part of your body in control at the moment. with a groan, you reach behind you for his hand and tug him through the crowded club. finally reaching the bathroom, you kick the door shut behind you just in time for gojo to push you up against it. "ooh, such a naughty girl." he says, condescension in his voice.

"shut it." you grumble, tugging him by the collar of his shirt so he kisses you. gojo chuckles against your lips. "mmh, i love when you give into me." he mutters, making you hold in a moan.

its desperate, sloppy even, as you both scramble to get undressed enough to fuck in this dirty bathroom. you try not to think about how many other people have done this exact thing against this door. you can't quite think of anything else as gojo's cock slides between your walls, making you completely forget the situation you were in. “there’s my good girl.” he moans, hooking your leg around his waist. “i knew you’d be wet for me.” he smirks when you shoot him a meaningless glare. “you’re such an ass.” you groan, but the tilt of your hips lets gojo’s cock hit deep within you. you struggle to stay mad. 

"but am i wrong? stop kidding yourself, princess." he chuckles as you're forced to suppress a desperate whine when you feel his cock kiss your cervix. you know all too well that gojo will keep running his mouth if you don't keep it busy, so you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him to your lips. and the way you feel his lips curve into a smile against yours could probably make you cum by itself. he's far too appealing for his own good.

"so good baby-" he breathes against your skin, making you moan, every nerve in your body shuddering. you're about to sneak a hand down to rub your clit when you hear gojo's phone start to ring in his pocket. with a groan, he reaches for the call and to your surprise, answers it. "keep playin' with yourself, sexy. quietly." he whispers before putting the phone to his ear. his cock keeps pumping into you, too shallow to make you cum even with your skilled fingers rubbing yourself and it's frustrating.

you can hear nanami's voice on the other line. gojo nods and hums along like he's not balls deep in your cunt, your arousal dripping down his length. "mhm, yeah well I'm kinda in the middle of someone - something." he clears his throat and you normally would've giggled but you're too embarrassed. "gojo don't you dare-"

click.

gojo all but tosses the phone to the ground in favor of gripping your ass, fucking your pussy in earnest now. "sorry princess, gotta hurry this up before the big boss man comes looking." he grunts, taking in the way you squeeze around him. "fuck satoru, you're so-" you gasp out, about to insult him and call him an asshole but his lips find your neck and all your thoughts melt into pleasure. his teeth sink into your flesh while his tongue soothes the irritated skin.

your senses heighten, breathing quickening as your orgasm approaches. it only takes one more hard thrust before you're seeing stars, your release pulling a high pitched whine as you clench around him. "yes, baby yes. milk my cum out." gojo gets louder, a telltale sign he's close. without thinking, you grab him by the hair and kiss him, muffling both of your moans. he ruts up into your sweet cunt one last time before you feel him pulse. he groans into your mouth, pumping every last drop deep within you before he slowly lowers your legs.

he pulls your panties back into their proper spot and lets himself look as a wet spot starts to form on the fabric from where his cum is dripping out. he lets out an almost dreamy sigh at the sight. "so you're coming home with me after this mission right?" he wiggles his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes.

but yes. you would find yourself in his bed later tonight as well.

[babyouran]

The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type! - a young boy joins the host club in hopes of learning from the masters to impress a special lady. yet they aren’t ready for all the effort it takes to train such a rowdy young man.

pairing - fem! reader x host club

apart of - ouran add-in

The theme for this special day was Arabian as their clothes were flowing in gorgeous colors with prized possessions, in gold, filtered about the room. When the boy in a green uniform finally opened the door, he was shocked at what he was witnessing, the image seeming like something not from their country but a foreign one. He tripped over himself and stared up at the members in astonishment. 

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club," The club announced, all seated by each other with ripe, delicious fruits peeked in between and extravagant furniture. 

"Oh it's just a kid," Hikaru noticed.

"Not only that, it's just a boy," Kaoru added, clearly the two disappointed. 

"What's wrong little boy? Did you come to my palace in search of something?" Tamaki stuck out his hand with a golden ring and red gem resting in his palm.

"Uh, are you the king of this place?" The boy wondered, standing up from the ground.

"Come closer, lost one," Tamaki motioned for him to come over. "What was it you just called me?"

"The king."

"Ah, the King! Yes, I'm the king of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the host king."

"Oh no," Y/n whispered, looking at Tamaki who practically had stars in his eyes. He was standing up from his throne proudly, standing tall to pretend as if he were on a balcony surveying his kingdom. 

"I'm an elementary fifth year, Takaoji Shiro," He introduced. "I want the Host Club King to take me on as an apprentice!"

Due to a successful flattering, soon enough the elementary school student was taken on as a co-host and offered the opportunity to watch Tamaki in action. 

"Oh my, Tamaki, you have an apprentice?" A black-haired female wondered, sitting beside him.

"Yes, he's still in elementary school but I like the fire in his eyes.”

"But are you sure it's okay for such a young boy to become a host?"

"Why wouldn't it be? Love has nothing to do with age," Tamaki spoke, gently caressing her chin. "Take us for instance, whenever I look at you my heart starts pounding. Suddenly I feel no different than a lovesick little boy."

"Oh-oh Tamaki," The girl stuttered.

"Isn't it a little strange how Shiro-kun is just watching?" Y/n wondered, turning towards Haruhi and Kyoya who were also witnessing the whole scene go down. Shiro was in between Tamaki and his guest, face a little too close up to where Tamaki was touching her face. 

"There is a theory that people are considered more beautiful the closer they are viewed. Tamaki seems to live by that theory," Kyoya told them. Y/n nodded in understanding and walked up closer to Kyoya. She put her face near his, their noses almost touching, before pulling away and sitting back down beside Haruhi. 

He felt his cheeks warm up, "Well, ahem, let's leave them alone," He muttered, moving further away from where Y/n was now sitting.

"You naughty girl, you've drawn me to the forbidden fruit. Dearest you're the mermaid who's brought light into my lonely sea. My mermaid princess," Tamaki flirted.

"I remind you of a mermaid?" The girl asked.

"You look more like the carp that swims in my pond at home," The younger boy insulted. "I'd never give false compliments like that!"

"Carp?"

"Don't listen to him, he's just a kid, you know how kids are. They can't help but be honest," Tamaki tried to reassure her.

"Honest?"

"But that's just his opinion! I wouldn't say you look like a carp, and even if you did look like a carp you'd be the most beautiful carp of them all!" Tamaki spoke frantically.

"So I am a carp!"

"Uh, no that-that's not what I meant," Tamaki stuttered.

"Tamaki you're an idiot!" She cried, running out of the room embarrassed and ashamed.

"No wait! Mermaid princess!"

"Man, what a crybaby," Shiro commented, crossing his legs and arms in disappointment. 

"So how's it going boss, that's an adorable little apprentice you've got there," Hikaru laughed.

"Hikaru, do you wish you had a little brother like Shiro?" Kaoru questioned.

"Don't be silly, I could search the globe and I'd never find a better brother than you, Kaoru," Hikaru expressed, taking his brother into his arms for a tight hug.

"Uh, Hikaru."

"Look! They're doing it! It's forbidden brotherly love," Two girls cooed.

"They're homos! And they're brothers! That makes this totally insectuous!" The boy yelled.

"I think what you mean to say was incestuous," Tamaki corrected.

"Hey Shiro-chan! Want to have a piece of cake with me?" Honey wondered, jumping onto the younger boy's back. "We've got three kinds, chocolate, strawberry, and lime."

"Hey! Back off, what grade are you in any way?” Shiro shook his back in an attempt to get Honey off of him. “Why are you wearing a High school uniform?" Shiro asked staring at Honey with a disgusted face. In response, Honey's eyes started to bubble with tears.

"Something is wrong? Mitsukuni?" Mori queried.

"Honey-senpai, are you alright?" Y/n questioned, walking over to the boy. "I'd love to have cake with you, we can talk while you eat," Y/n nodded, letting the boy grab her hand.

"That's not fair! A little kid like you isn't supposed to have a cool older friend and a hot girl like her!" Shiro complained, walking backward in annoyance until he was stopped due to bumping into Haruhi.

"Are you alright? I know it's kinda hard to get used to all the weirdos around here, besides Y/n. She's very kind," Haruhi looked up at Y/n who was now showing a book to Mori. "It took me a while to get adjusted to all the craziness, so don't freak out. I'm sure you'll get used to it," She tried to reassure him.

"Do you need help with that tea, Haruhi-chan?" Y/n inquired, walking over and grabbing some of the cups.

"Bend down," The elementary boy gestured for Y/n to come down to his height. "What's with the mask?" He moved his hand to hover over her mouth, about to try and snatch the fabric to see what was underneath.

"Okay that's enough," Tamaki grabbed Shrio from the back of his jacket, pulling him away. "Shiro, why don't you take care of the tea set?"

"Y/n, you're looking very nice today," Hikaru commented, patting her head.

"Just give the set to the boy and let him do his training," Kaoru mentioned.

"Okay, just be careful, it's kind of heavy," Y/n told him, handing him the tray that Haruhi was once holding. Shiro quickly dropped it, the glass silverware and cups shattering all over the floor.

"It's not my fault I dropped it, it's her fault because she gave it to you, causing you to give it to me," Shiro said, pointing to Haruhi.

"Wait what?" Haruhi’s eyes went wide, shaking her head and raising her voice at the young boy's accusations.

"Excuse me?" Y/n asked, her opinion on the boy changing vastly. It was clear he was not a well-behaved child, speaking his mind in cases where he should be holding back. 

"That's another one hundred thousand yen Haruhi," Kyoya added.

"What?" She fumed.

"Have that mask girl do it, don't girls love doing that? I'm not here to carry tea sets, I'm here to learn how to make women happy!" He snarled. 

"Repeat that?" Y/n walked over by him, getting pulled back a bit by the twins.

"You won't get anywhere with that attitude. And I am not going to let you disrespect Y/n. So, put this brat in isolation!" Tamaki declared, pointing his finger at the boy.

"You got it, boss!" The twins popped up, fingers in the air, and soon enough a cage was lowered down, trapping Shrio.

"What's going on here?! Why'd you put me in a cage all of a sudden?!" Shiro thundered.

"I don't know if we can do this," Y/n muttered.

"Where did it come from? This is supposed to be a music room, right?" Haruhi's sweat dropped.

"This is no way to treat your loyal apprentice! Now let me out of this cage!" Shiro thudded on the bars. He tried to reach a hand through to reach something or someone, even though nothing was near his grip. 

"Not until you've learned your lesson," Tamaki told him, sipping some tea. "I made you my apprentice because I thought you were serious about becoming a host, but I guess I was wrong."

"I am serious. Totally serious," He argued, not jumping around in the cage as much as he once was.

"Are we going to let him out soon, if word gets out we keep people in cages, our family businesses will be in trouble," Y/n mentioned, looking around to see if anyone else would do something. With no one making the move she just sighed to herself and went over to the couch to read a novel. 

"I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy!" He exclaimed. "I'm going to run out of time. Please, won't you teach me? You're a host because you like girls, you like bringing a smile to a girl's face. That's why you do it, right? Please won't you teach me how to be like you?" Shiro begged. "You're a genius at it, you're the king!"

"Well, you may be a brat, but I admire your desire to become a host, so I'll teach you!" Tamaki decided. "You know Shiro, you and I are so much alike.”

"Here we go," Y/n looked up from her book to see the gleaming Tamaki, his pridefulness returned.

"Then you'll help me become a host that can make any woman happy?" Shiro grinned.

"Of course, making women happy is the sole purpose of being a host," Tamaki explained. "If this is what you really want Shiro, then you'll have to figure out how to use the material you already have.”

"What does that mean?"

"You see, here at the Ouran Host Club, our policy is to use our individual personality traits to meet the needs of our guests," Kyoya began. "For example, there's Tamaki, who is the princely type, strong silent type, boy lolita type, little devil type, cool type, and natural type," Kyoya showed, lastly pointing to Haruhi. "Now we are complete with Y/n, the special, caring type," He finished, the group now standing next to each other.

"Special, caring?" Y/n repeated

"It would seem that right now we have a perfect blend of characteristics, so it's going to be difficult to find a new type for Shiro," Kyoya confessed.

"If you go by his age, he should be the boy Lolita type."

"But Honey-senpai already has that covered," Kaoru told his brother.

"Is he going to replace me?" Honey worried.

"He's more like a tsundere type," Y/n mentioned, moving over by Haruhi.

"Oh, come on, is that all you got?" A voice wondered, soon motor noises were heard and Renge, once again, appeared from the ground.

"What's up with this place, it's supposed to be a music room," Haruhi voiced to Y/n, Y/n just shaking her head.

"Not all rich people's buildings are like this," Y/n commented. "Though at my house, we have a fish tank that comes out of the ground."

"Sorry to interrupt gentleman, but what's with the lackluster character analysis? I must say I'm quite disappointed, I thought I taught you better," She expressed.

"Alright Miss manager, how would you work Shiro into our collection of characters?" Tamaki queried. “He can't be the boy Lolita because Honey's already got that covered."

"You just don't get it, do you? Now listen up, there are plenty of girls out there who have a thing for younger boys or boys with baby faces," Renge told the group. "These girls would be considered Shota fans. Now, Shota can be a fairly broad category so it's important to know that the genre can be broken down into many different smaller sub-categories," She pointed.

"For example, shota fans with an interest in Lolita boys would favor a boy like Haninozuka-senpai," Renge told the boys, most of them listening carefully, Kyoya taking notes and Y/n peaking over to look at his notes. "But this little boy is different. If I had to pick a character for him... Yes! He'd be the naughty boy type without a doubt,"

"So tsundere?" Y/n voiced, looking at her friend who was currently trying to stifle a laugh.

"The naughty type?" Shiro repeated, someone blowing a whistle.

"Now to play up the naughty type, you should wear shorts," Renge bent down, noticing that he was wearing shorts, and she blew the whistle again. "You've got to have bumps and bruises, give him some scars!" She encouraged the twins who were putting bandages and drawing marks on Shiro.

"I don't think that Shiro needs to"

"Run like a spoiled child! Make it reckless!" Renge demanded. "Now I want you to trip and make it big!" Shiro ran and tripped on a rope, landing harshly. "Are you okay little boy? Now give them your catchphrase!"

"No big deal, it was nothing," He responded proudly.

"That was perfect! Absolutely perfect Shiro!" Renge beamed.

"That was outstanding," Tamaki clapped. "I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge."

"I've had enough of you people," Shiro yelled, gaining the attention of everyone. "This is so stupid, none of this is ever gonna help me make her happy.”

"Her?" Y/n pondered, watching the boy run away.

"Wait, Shiro! We haven't taught you how to apply the techniques you've learned yet," Tamaki called out to him.

"I swear younger boys are good for nothing. I went to all that trouble to coach him and he quits," Renge complained, disappearing back into the ground.

"I can't believe he ditched us just because he didn't like the lesson, what a selfish little brat," Tamaki ranted, clearly annoyed at losing his apprentice.

"I don't think he wanted us to assign him a personality. He had said 'she', he wants to impress a specific girl." Y/n tried to reason with the upset Tamaki. 

"Also, didn't you hear him mention that he was going to run out of time," Haruhi added. "What could that mean?"

Soon enough the club came up with a plan. They knew that the young boy needed some help and they were going to be the ones to do it, after all, he needed help impressing a girl and that was the club's specialty. Their genius plan was to send in Y/n and Honey as students at the elementary school in hopes of finding out more about Shiro and the mystery lady.

"I don't get why I'm a part of this," Y/n whispered, pouting underneath her mask.

"It will be okay N/n-chan. It was so easy to sneak in," Honey reassured her, wearing an elementary school uniform himself. "And wearing this uniform, I look like I'm in elementary school."

"Yeah I agree, I get why they wanted you. But I don't get why they needed me, I don't exactly resemble an elementary schooler with my size. Not to forget that I'm wearing a middle school uniform," Y/n looked down at her dress, and moved a hand to feel her braid. Along with the new outfit Y/n also had to put some dark blush on her cheeks, putting it on the parts that could be seen above her mask. "I don't get the point of these disguises."

In front of the two club members, some actual students just peered at them in confusion.

"Oh there's a reason, a damn good one," Tamaki muttered before Honey grabbed onto Y/n’s wrist and helped lead her down the hall. 

"Isn't she the cutest!" The twins adored.

"I don't think Y/n is happy about this," Haruhi commented.

"Look at her in that miniskirt, Y/n looks like a model," Tamaki admired.

"So, basically you just wanted to see her dressed up like that," Kyoya realized, watching Tamaki peek at the two 'undercover' members walking down the hall. Though Honey and Y/n weren’t easily seen since by then they had already made it into the classroom.

"This is it, Shiro-chan's classroom," Honey told her, opening the door.

"Okay, let's try not to cause any more attention than we already have," Y/n told him.

"When I was in elementary school, this was my classroom too!" Honey ran around.

"Wait, there is no one here," Y/n whispered to herself.

"So the kid's classroom is empty, is it?" Tamaki walked in.

"This surely takes me back," The twins reminisced, wandering around the classroom. The club members all walked around, looking around the desks, at the chalkboard, and checking out the bookshelves, they were reminded of their childhoods. 

"I wonder if my doodles are still on my desk," Kaoru wondered.

"Doubtful, the school changes out the desks every year," Kyoya informed them.

"Every year, at our schools they keep the same ones. If we were lucky they would somewhat clean them," Haruhi mentioned, following after them.

"If you guys are just walking in like nothing, what was the point of us wearing these?" Y/n pondered, gesturing down to her uniform in annoyance.

"Don't worry about it," Hikaru voiced.

"There's no one here to catch us," Kaoru reassured her. But as if he had just jinxed everyone, soon enough they could hear the echoing of footsteps in the hall. In the assumption that it was a teacher, they all ducked down under the desks.

"If the teacher finds us," Hikaru began.

"We'll have a hard time explaining how we snuck in," Kaoru finished.

"This is why I told you guys we should wait outside," Haruhi scolded them, while the twins then commented back, now the three first years bickering. 

"Be quiet, we don't want the teacher finding us," Y/n warned them, putting a finger to her lips. They waited a few silent moments before they could recognize that the footsteps had dispersed. Just to be sure, Y/n got up first and checked around before signaling everyone else to come out, "He's gone, but how are we going to find Shiro-kun?" She queried.

"Well, here's something interesting," Kyoya stated, looking at photos. The rest of the members surrounded Kyoya, all filing up beside him to look at what he had found.

"What did you find?" Haruhi questioned and in response, Kyoya pointed to a certain photo. "Hey! That's Shiro."

"So he's into classical music."

"He's also with a girl. Maybe that's the girl he was talking about," Y/n realized, turning around and looking at the group.

"There's Shiro-chan!" Honey pointed out to a classroom near the one they were in. He was seen talking with a girl before she had moved over to a piano bench to start playing. At the notice of another elementary girl from the same class exiting the classroom, Tamaki walked over to her.

"Excuse me, Mademoiselle," Tamaki started, catching her attention. "I've never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear. Here, this is for you," He offered up the flower, bowing a little and then shortening his stance so they were more eye level. "I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing the piano. Do you know her?"

"That's Kameeshido, Hina," The little girl told him.

"Her name is Hina?" Tamaki repeated.

"That's right, but you better not fall in love with her."

"Why?"

"Didn't you know? Hina has to move away soon. Her dad just got a new job in Germany, so they have to move there at the end of the week," She told him, waltzing away while smelling the pretty flower. 

"What do you think you're doing?!" Shiro yelled. "I want you idiots to leave immediately!" He rushed over to where the group was, face as red as a beet. But Tamaki made no reaction, just picked up the smaller boy and put him over his shoulder. "Put me down! What are you doing? Ah!" Tamaki made no hesitation in making the way out of the building with the rest of the club following behind, still carrying the flailing boy.

"It's time to go, gentleman, Y/n,” He paused for a few seconds, turning his head around the best he could to peer at Shiro, “Quit thrashing around," Tamaki deadpanned. 

Once they all finally made their way back to Ouran Highschool Tamaki had just plopped the boy onto the sofa.

"What is your problem, you big idiot!" Shiro snapped.

"I'm sorry, but you're the idiot. You said you wanted me to teach you how to make women happy. But that's not it, is it? You're not concerned with the happiness of just any woman. You've got your sights set on one woman in particular. You only care about one, and that's Kamishiro Hina," Tamaki objected. "When you care for someone, you must find the courage to express what is in your heart. You have to tell her how you feel about her."

"It doesn't matter anymore, I've run out of time. I just wanted to hear her play before she left for good, that's all," Shiro expressed, staring at his hands in his lap, refusing to make eye contact with Tamaki. 

"That piece she played, it's Mozart Sonata in D major for two pianos, isn't it?" Tamaki wondered, walking over to a curtain in the corner and pulling it back to show a beautiful, shining piano.

Haruhi turned towards Y/n, "Wait a minute, since when is there a grand piano in here?"

"Well, this is a music room after all," Kaoru told her, shrugging his shoulders.

"So, why wouldn't it have a grand piano?" Hikaru asked her.

"It is a music room," Kyoya asserted.

"It is a music room," Mori repeated.

"It's always been there, we just had it covered up," Honey explained happily bouncing over to where the piano stayed.

"It's such a nice piano too," Y/n admired taking a few steps to the musical instrument herself. She placed a hand on the top, admiring the keys, and before reaching over to play one Tamaki had taken a spot on the bench. He peered up at the girl, a soft smile on his features, and began to play himself. Shiro watched Tamaki in his prime who was playing a mystical piece and taking multiple peaks up to look over at Y/n’s expression.

Whenever there was an ounce of free time Shiro would be right on the bench learning to mimic the rapid finger movements that Tamaki possessed, all working towards completing the goal of expressing himself to Hina.

It didn’t take long, with all the effort and time Tamaki had taken to teach the young boy soon enough he was prepared to play the piece himself. On a special day, the host club invited Hina to come to Music Room 3, dressing up for the young girl in anticipation of the cute moment that awaited.  

"Welcome princess, we've been waiting," They all announced.

"I present to you, Takaoji Shiro’s piano recital," Tamaki introduced. He took Hina’s much smaller arm in his own, joining together at the arm, and pushed out a seat for her to sit near the piano and Shiro.

"Let's play together Hina," Shiro stated, and very happily the girl obliged. She pulled up her chair more to the other piano starting to play while he played his. It was a truly beautiful musical melody, the two kids glancing back at one another while passionately playing the piece. It was a comforting and rewarding scene for the club to witness. Just the two gleeful children indulging in some musical enjoyment.

"We did a good thing," Tamaki observed the two, with a smile on his face. Y/n looked at him, her eyes scrunched up a bit to show she was smiling underneath the mask. It was on this day she got to peak into Tamaki’s interior a bit more, he was a man who had such a large passion for guiding others. 

"You did Tamaki-senpai, you aren't too bad," She laughed as a small blush appeared on his cheeks with a certain admiration sparkling in his eyes. 

A week later Shiro came in to see the host club once again.

"So, you've been exchanging emails with Hina now that she's in Germany?" Haruhi inquired.

"That's great Shiro-kun," Y/n complemented.

"Yeah, I like her but she can get pretty jealous for an elementary school girl. She'd be upset if she knew I was with you ladies, so let's keep this our little secret," He confessed to the girls surrounding him on the couch and nearby chairs. 

"Naughty boys are the best!"

"I could kiss you."

"Ah, you little brat, those are my guests!" Tamaki fumed.

"Well it looks like they have found someone they like better," Shiro voiced. "It was so easy to steal your customers, I think there's a new host king in town."

"I thought he'd make it through without exploding this time," Kaoru and his brother expressed holding down the blonde.

"We should have known he was gonna blow up sooner or later," Hikaru realized.

"I'm going to assume Tamaki-senpai was also a spoiled brat as a child," Y/n declared, making her way over to Kyoya.

"I was not a spoiled brat! I was nothing like him when I was a kid! I was a sweet, innocent, precocious, adorable child," He whined.

"Of course senpai," Y/n voiced sarcastically. "And I was living in a commoner's home growing up," To this comment the twins broke out in loud laughter. 

"Wait what does that mean? Do you not believe me? Wait Y/n!"

next chapter - Jungle Pool SOS!

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Patience:~The gradeschool host is the naughty type!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Tamaki gains an apprentice, but you are a little too knowledgeable on his true intentions ➼ what to expect: "Would he wait do you think?" "I think he would...when you have a look like that you find yourself to be incredibly...patient" ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part five | Part seven

When you enter the host club that day the last thing you expected to find was a literal child. Yet as you stepped through the doors to music room three there was one sat concerningly close to Tamaki and a guest. "What's going on?"

"Tamaki's got an apprentice" Kyoya recaps, eyes focussed on the scene unfolding. "How old is this...apprentice?" you hesitate to call the child that but struggled to find a better word. "Not old enough to be here" Haruhi points out.

Isn’t it a bit strange, making Shiro observe him up close like that?”

He hums, “There is a theory that people are considered more beautiful the closer they are viewed. Tamaki seems to live by that theory.” He says it like he has it memorized- which he probably does.

"Hmm is that why you always insist on sitting near me during club hours?" you joke, batting your eyelashes dramatically, to your surprise this seems to fluster Kyoya a little, or at least much as one can expect from him "I- Well- thats so i can get your consultation on things"

“You look more like the carp that swim in my pond at home. I’d never give false compliments like that!”

Both of your attention is drawn to Shiro, already running his little mouth.

“Carp?!” The guest cries out, an embarrassed blush flushing over her cheeks. Tamaki is quick to reach out and comfort her.

“Oh, don’t listen to him. He’s just a kid- you know how kids are- they can’t help but be honest.”

“Oh, Tamaki.” You cringe at his statement and sigh.

“Honest?!” She shrieks, turning herself away from Tamaki, shedding tears.

“But that’s just his opinion! I wouldn’t say you look like a carp, and even if you did, you’d be the most beautiful carp of them all!” Tamaki tries his hardest to console his guest, but it only results in further insulting.

“So I am a carp!?” She gasps, shrieking once more. You have half a mind to cover your ears but only wince.

Tamaki, dumbfounded, “Uh, no, that’s not what I meant.” He sweats.

“Tamaki, you’re an idiot!” An all too familiar phrase.

“No, wait! Mermaid Princess!” Tamaki reaches for her, desperate.

Blank-faced, Shiro stands beside him, “Man, what a crybaby.” He scoffs, utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal.

Tamaki peeks at him over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed, and teeth bared, growling animalistically. How could such a young child have lost him a guest already?

Hikaru snickers, “So how’s it going, boss?! That’s an adorable little apprentice you’ve got there.” He finds it hard to withhold his laughter.

“Hikaru…” Hikaru’s attention only diverges when he hears his twin’s whining voice.

“Do you wish you had a little brother like Shiro?” In a split second, invisible to the naked eye, Hikaru sweeps Kaoru up in a tender embrace, cradling him against his body.

“Don’t be silly. I could search the globe, and I’d never find a better brother than you, Kaoru.” Hikaru presses his lips to the top of Kaoru’s head.

“Hikaru.” Kaoru lets out in a breathy moan, his eyes hooded in his brother’s embrace.

Two patrons pop up over their shoulder, “Look! They’re doing it!”

“It’s forbidden, brotherly love!”

Shiro stumbles back, grips the table, “They’re homos! And they’re brothers! That makes this totally ‘insectuous’!” He grips his grade school uniform tightly with his other hand.

You appear behind him, “I think what you meant to say was incestuous.” You nod firmly.

Before he has a chance to reply, Shiro is firmly embraced by Honey.

“Hey, Shiro-chan! You wanna have a piece of cake with me? We’ve got three kinds: chocolate, strawberry, and lime.” Honey dangles from Shiro’s shoulders, roughly similar in size.

Shiro roughly shoves him off, “Hey, back off! What grade are you in, anyway?! Why are you wearing a high school uniform?” Shiro nearly shouts, irritated to no end.

A large shadow casts over them, “Something wrong, Mitsukuni?”

Shiro looks up, and, to his horror, Mori stands before them.

Honey leaps toward Mori and wraps himself around him. “That’s not fair! A little kid like you isn’t supposed to have a cool, older friend like him!”

Truthfully, both are in the same class.

Shiro backpedals a little, unintentionally bumping into your leg, wipping around to stare up at you in shock. He stares at you for a moment as if analysing you, eyes landing on your pile of notes about the host club tucked under your arm.

"Are you some sort of super fan for these weirdo's or something"

Your jaw drops, what is intended to be a laugh instead comes out as a scoff, resisiting the urge to ball up your fists at a child. Kyoya's gaze frantically darts between the two of you, nerves rising as he recalls how you felt when your position was dismissed not too long ago by renge.

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look up to Kyoya "I can't deal with him, don't make me" you plead "You deal with them everyday" he nods to the other club members. You sigh, knowing he had you cornered.

“Okay, that’s enough! I think Shiro should take care of the tea for us, don’t you?” tamaki interrupts, nervously handing a tea tray to you to give to Shiro.

"Fine, but watch out it's heavy" you conceded, leaning down a little to offer the tray to him, which for a moment he seems to accept, wrapping his hands around the handles, however as soon as you let go the tea tray falls to the floor, shattering what is easily upwards of sis figures worth of ceramic.

"It’s not my fault I dropped it. It’s your fault 'cause you’re the one who made me take it in the first place.”

You quite nearly lost it at that one, about to lunge at the kid.

Before you can make any move, Kyoya wraps his arm around your torso and tugs you back, his strength preventing you from moving. You grunt and squirm, eager to give Shiro a piece of your mind.

“That’s enough, y/n, if you're charged with assault you'll never gain citizenship and you would have to go home” his reasoning, although dramatic, is clear. You slump in his arms and let your features go blank with a deep sigh.

“I’m not here to carry tea sets- I’m here to learn how to make women happy!” Shiro’s voice has reduced to nothing but a whiny, high-pitched tone to your ears.

“You won’t get anywhere with that attitude. And I am not going to let you disrespect y/n. So!” Tamaki points his index finger in Shiro’s direction determinedly. “Put this brat in isolation!”

More than eager to comply, the twins are at his side, “You got it, boss!”

An iron cage falls from the ceiling on chains and traps Shiro where he stands. “What’s going on here?! Why’d you put me in a cage all of a sudden?!”

“Yeah, and where’d it come from? This is supposed to be a music room, right?” Haruhi questions aloud, tilting her head at the cage.

Shiro climbs onto the bars of the cage, “This is no way to treat your loyal apprentice. Now let me out of this cage!” He demands irritatedly.

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson. I made you my apprentice because I thought you were serious about becoming a host, but I guess I was wrong.” Tamaki sighs woefully, intending to draw a reaction from the grade school student.

“I am serious. Totally serious.” When Tamaki refuses to reply, unconvinced and sipping his tea, Shiro falls desperate.

“I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy!”

Still, nothing. No one is convinced. Especially not you as you sit near Kyoya on a love seat, boredly flipping the pages of a nearby book as he writes adjacent to you.

With a defeated cry, Shiro falls to his knees, gripping the bars tightly between his fists. This draws your head up to glance at him.

“I’m gonna run out of time. Please, won’t you teach me?” his tone is no longer demanding, only forlorn and pleading.

“You’re a host because you like girls. You like bringing a smile to a girl’s face- that’s why you do it, right?”

Shiro’s pleading manages to draw Tamaki’s attention, only earning a side glance.

“Please, won’t you teach me how to be like you? You’re a genius at it! You’re the king!”

You look at tamaki, knowing that all anyone has to do was say the K word to convince him.

The titles Shiro’s given to Tamaki in his desperation calls the aforementioned king to his feet. He feels a sudden urge to teach him again; God could only know why.

“Well, you may be a brat, but I admire your desire to become a host, so I’ll teach you.”

This draws no reaction from Shiro.

“You know, Shiro, you and I are so much alike.” Tamaki wraps himself in his own arms.

Haruhi appears, “You poor kid.” You snicker at that.

Shiro straightens immediately, a smile stretched across his cheeks, “Then you’ll help me become the kind of host that can make any woman happy?!” his tone is hopeful.

“Of course, making women happy is the sole purpose of being a host. If this is what you really want, Shiro, then you have to figure out how to use the material you already have.”

“What does that mean?”

At the opposite end of Shiro’s cell, Kyoya appears. Shiro stands with his back pressed to the bars in sheer terror at his appearance.

“You see, here at the Ouran Host Club, our policy is to use our individual personality traits to meet the needs of our guests. For example, there’s Tamaki, who is the princely type.” he nods over to the leader who is staring wistfully out of a window.

"the strong, silent type" he nods over to mori, who is holding up honey on his shoulders. "The boy lolita type" The twins soon slide in , attempting to steal the attention

"The little devil type" you attempt to hold back a laugh at the name, fogetting that was the label that had been given to the two of them. "And the cool type"

You once again look up to Kyoya, forgetting that he had a host type at all, he rarely ever actually saw clients. But then again he definitely fit the bill.

It makes you wonder what he would be like if he ever dropped the persona. All of the hosts had personas they played up during club hours, you knew that, but even when there were group hang outs with no clients, his never drops, maybe he relaxes a little, but theres always that wall.

It makes you wonder how much you know about him at all, what do you know about him that wasn't curated for your perception.

"It’s all about variety. And now our group is complete with the addition of Haruhi, the natural."

The complete host club stands in front of Shiro’s cell, “It would seem that right now we have a perfect blend of characteristics, so it’s going to be difficult to find a new type for Shiro.”

While you stand off in the distance behind them, watching from afar. It hasn’t been much different from this before, but when you notice it, it feels a bit difficult. You fold your hands behind you and hang your head. It’s not like this isn’t expected.

“If you go by his age, he should be the boy Lolita type.”

“But Honey-Senpai’s already got that covered.”

Tears streaking down his cheeks like a river, Honey turns to the club, “Is he gonna replace me?” he sniffles.

“Oh, come on! Is that all you’ve got?”

Your head snaps up at the unbodied voice. But when it clicks in your mind, all you can do is groan and fall clumsily onto the sofa behind you.

A powerful motor rumbles under the floor and shakes the ground. Renge rises on a platform as she does.

Renge sighs pensively, “Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but what’s with the lackluster character analysis? I must say, I’m quite disappointed. I thought I taught you better.” she shrugs.

You laugh to yourself looking at the two of them, he brought this on himself.

“Alright then. How would you work Shiro into our collection of characters? He can’t be the boy Lolita because Honey’s already got that covered.” Tamaki lifts a sobbing Honey by his underarms to present him to Renge.

“You just don’t get it, do you? Now listen up! There are plenty of girls out there who have a thing for younger boys or boys with baby faces. These girls would be considered shota fans. Now, shota can be a fairly broad category, so it’s important to know that the genre can be broken down into many different smaller sub-categories. For example, shota fans with an interest in Lolita boys would favor a boy like Haninozuka-Senpai.”

Kyoya’s pen moves furiously quick to record every word Renge says.

“But this little boy is different. If I had to pick a character for him… Yes! He’d be the naughty-boy type, without a doubt!” Renge’s smirk and determined gaze ought to terrify Shiro further.

“The naughty type?” He inquires curiously.

The cage rises off the ground and back into the ceiling.

“Now, to play up the naughty type, you have to wear shorts.” Renge crouches and points to Shiro’s uniform shorts, nodding, “Okay.”

She blasts her whistle again, “You’ve gotta have bumps and bruises! Give him a couple of scars!”

The twins are hunched by Shiro, covering him in bandages and marking him up with a pen.

The whistle, again.

“Run like a spoiled child! Make it reckless!” Shiro sprints on command.

“Now I want you to trip and make it big!”

Shiro’s foot catches on a taut rope with a yell, and he crashes to the ground with a loud thud, face first.

Renge bends near Shiro, her eyebrows furrowed, “Are you okay, little boy?” The character doesn’t last long; she blows once more on her whistle. “Now give them your catchphrase!”

Shiro wipes his cheek with a far-off look in his eyes, “No big deal, it was nothin’.”

Renge coos, “That was perfect! Absolutely perfect, Shiro!” She gushes.

Tamaki claps his hands together gently, “That was outstanding. I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge.”

Renge laughs haughtily.

“Oh, I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge.” Your face scrunches as you mock Tamaki, reaching for the teacup and saucer before you and taking a long sip.

Shiro stumbles to his feet, an alarmed expression crossing his features.

“Ugh, I’ve had enough of you people!” He captures everyone’s attention, including yours. You set your cup and saucer down as you observe.

Shiro practically shakes with frustration, “This is so stupid- none of this is ever gonna help me make her happy!”

You can see the panic in his eyes; you stand, head tilting, “Her?”

Shiro breaks into a run for the door.

“Shiro!” You call.

Oh. It all makes sense now, how did you not realise sooner.

“Wait, Shiro! We haven’t taught you how to apply the techniques you’ve learned yet!”

The door slams, and he’s gone. Your shoulders drop. Renge climbs back onto her platform, descending into the floor.

Much to your absolute delight.

“I swear, younger boys are good for nothing. I went to all that trouble to coach him, and he quits.”

“I can’t believe he ditched us because he didn’t like the lesson. What a selfish little brat.”

“There aren’t many people who’d enjoy that kind of lesson. But never mind that, did you hear what he said?”

You roll your eyes "You call yourself romantic experts, don't you see? didn't you hear what he said? This is about a girl!"

They stare back at you blankly, heads tilting to the side.

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“How… on earth… did we let them talk us into this?” You grumble, picking at your skirt. Haruhi crosses her arms adjacent to you.

“It’ll be okay, y/n-chan. It was so easy to sneak in, and wearing this uniform, I really look like I’m in elementary school.” Honey peeks around the corner, dressed in a grade school uniform.

You and Haruhi, respectively, are dressed in middle school girls’ uniforms. Haruhi wears a darkly colored wig, and your hair is styled neatly straight, clip-on bangs secured to your hairline on the center of your head. They nearly cover your eyebrows, two longer pieces framing your eyes. You look exponentially younger, it reminds you of when you first arrived in Japan.

“Yeah, you do. I understand why they wanted you to wear an elementary school uniform. I mean, we are sneaking into an elementary school, and you totally fit in, Senpai.”

You and Haruhi stand on the opposite side of the doorway, Haruhi leaning on your shoulders.

“What I don’t understand is why they made us dress up in middle school uniforms,” Haruhi grumbles.

"Why did we even bother with disguises? We stick out like a sore thumb!” You growl in a harsh whisper, the outfits not really doing much for your heights.

A pair of doors creak open as the remains of the host club observe the three of you.

“Oh, there’s a reason, a damn good reason,” Tamaki assures, more to himself than anything, adding to his slight delusion of having completely protective intentions.

“This way, Haru-chan and y/n-chan!” Honey exclaims cheerfully, wrapping his arm around your own, as you, in turn, wrap your arm around Haruhi’s. The three of you trail along in a chain, you and Haruhi in your miniskirts that both of you try not to pay attention to.

“Aren’t they the cutest?” the twins exclaim.

“Oh, look at her in that miniskirt. Haruhi looks like a little doll!” Tamaki sighs.

Kyoya takes a moment to glance up from his book, catching you in the uniform as well. He can feel his lips tug upward, although the darkness shields his face, and that helps a little. You look youthful and optimistic, something he hasn’t noticed from you in a long while, it reminded him of when the two of you first met.

He quickly caught that he was smiling, and he was smiling because you were seemingly happy. it was strange to him, well-it's not like he wasnts to see you miserable- but why was he getting happy that you were happy?

Maybe it was because you were his fiance and he has a level of responsibility for you, but that is strictly business, he has to remind himself that now. He could not understand. What was this feeling?

He doesn’t stay silent for long. “So basically, you just wanted to see her dressed up like that.” he accuses with a sly smirk.

“A fair reason, of course.” Kyoya nods to himself.

Honey pries open the door to a classroom, “This is it. Shiro-chan’s classroom.” He creaks it open enough to fit inside. “When I was in elementary school, this was my classroom too!” he glides between desks excitedly.

You and Haruhi enter shortly after, marveling at the size of a mere elementary school classroom.

You place a hand on an empty desk, “There’s nobody here.” you acknowledge aloud.

The club appears. “So the kid’s classroom is empty, is it?”

The twins are the first to arrive, “This sure takes me back.” They chorus, striding in casually with their hands tucked into their pockets.

“I wonder if doodles are still on my desk.”

“Doubtful, the school changes out the desks every year.” Kyoya voices from behind them.

“Let’s check out the cafeteria after this.”

“I wanna see the old gym.”

“Good idea, Kaoru!”

You roll your eyes as you realise the true reason why you were in uniform “Hey! If you’re just gonna barge in here like that, then why’d we wear these stupid disguises?” You whine.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hikaru shrugs, his brother mirroring him.“There’s no one in here to catch us.” Kaoru informs.

“That’s my point!” you deadpan.

“And besides, who wouldn’t want to see you in this adorable little uniform?” Kyoya tugs at your collar gently and playfully, kknowing that you probably hated everything about this situation.

“Of course you only compliment me when I am seething" Kyoya casts his eyes down, “I think you look fine.” He shrugs.“Ah, I can see straight through your little 'disguise’ plan, mister, I-”

Suddenly, footsteps echo in the hall outside. None of you miss it.

You grab Kyoya by his wrist and yank him down under a desk along with you. The other hosts duck in nearby desks with gasps.

What you didn't consider was that it is tight fit for even one person never mind two, resulting in you and Kyoya being closer than ever. Physically that is.

“If the teacher finds us-”

“-we’ll have a hard time explaining why we snuck in.” the twins voice their concerns.

"Shut up" you whisper yell from across the underside of the desks Kyoya smirks "mad are we-" You press a finger to his lips and give him a stern glare, “You’re not very good at being quiet.” your voice is considerably quieter than his.

His eyes move down to your finger upon his lips, and so do yours. The two of you realising what exactly you were doing with a delay. blood rushing to both of your faces.

What happened next was peculiar to you, because it was not something you could describe. Suddenly you can feel you're heart thudding against your chest, your eyes lock as you feel yours almost melt in a way. Your mouth hangs open as if something is on the tip of your tongue but at the same time you can't form any thought of a word.

You linger for a moment before you notice the footsteps receding, breaking the sort of trance that held the two of you, your finger falls from his lips and your head snaps to the door. You quickly escape from your compromising position and head for the door.

The club groans exasperatedly as you peek out to watch the teacher turning the corner with no indication of catching the lot of you.

In your normal voice, “It’s alright, he’s gone. But you guys, we came here to get the scoop on Shiro, so what do you think we should do now?” You direct them back to the task at hand as they climb from their desks.

Kyoya’s migrated to the other side of the room, where pictures are pinned to the wall along with Honey.

“Well, here’s something interesting.” he captures the club’s and your attention. You stride to stand near them, “What’d you find?”

Kyoya points to a picture of Shiro at a piano with a girl his age, looking cheerful.

A look you had only seen on him once, however you quickly realised that wasn't the only time you had seen that look today.

“Hey, that’s Shiro!” You smile, stepping closer and craning your neck upwards to get a closer look.

“So he’s in the Classical Music Club.” Kyoya acknowledges.

“He looks like he’s enjoying himself. It’s nice to see him with a smile on his face. I had no idea he could look so sweet.” You hum, finding great comfort in knowing he’s in a club that makes him happy. Or, at least with someone that evokes that feeling.

Tamaki takes a moment longer to gaze at the photo.

“Yeah.”

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You all find yourselves watching Shiro through a window in the room where the Classical Music Club congregates. He sits wistfully at a large window, far from the other children, peering out of the glass as he balances himself on the ledge.

“There he is! There’s Shiro-chan!” Honey gasps.

He looks pensive, thoughtful. Someone would say almost grumpy but the best word you could place for it was forlorn.

“Excuse me, Takaoji?” the calling of his name only earns a side glance.

“I’m sorry, but have you been practicing the new piece teacher gave us?”

“The new piece? Not really.”

“If you want, I can show it to you. Do you wanna come play it with me?”

“No thanks, you go ahead. After all, there’s only one grand piano. You should use it, Kamishiro.”

The girl stares at him a moment, a little disappointed, before shrugging it off with a smile, “Thank you! I will then! And if you want to join me, just let me know.” She hints.

As she begins to play, a soft smile stretches across Shiro’s face, and his eyes slip shut.

You and the club look on with intense curiosity. Although, Tamaki’s expression is solemn.

Just at that moment, a girl leaves the music room and is immediately approached by Tamaki.

“Pardon me, mademoiselle.” He offers her a white rose, “I’ve never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear. Here, this is for you.” Tamaki’s ever-charming tactics prompt the girl into answering his questions.

“I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing the piano. Do you know her?” his voice is gentle.

“That’s Hina Kamishiro.”

“Her name is Hina?” Tamaki clarifies.

“That’s right, but you better not fall in love with her.”

What a strange thing to say, especially for an elementary school girl.

Tamaki pushes further, “Why?”

“Didn’t you know? Hina has to move away soon. Her dad just got a new job in Germany, so they have to move there at the end of the week-”

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Everyone’s attention is drawn to an enraged Shiro, practically shaking with fury.

“I want you idiots to leave immediately!” He orders.

Tamaki decides he’s had enough of Shiro’s ungrateful attitude and his mysterious motives.

With his blonde fringe covering his eyes, he lifts Shiro off the ground and hauls him over his shoulder with little effort, not even blinking an eye.

“Put me down! What are you doing?!”

Much to Shiro’s dismay, Hina peeks out from the music room to watch this embarrassing display.

The rest of the club follows in suit, “Let me go! Just put me down! Where do you think-”

“It’s time to go, guys. Quit thrashing around.” Despite the circumstances, Tamaki’s tone is relaxed and unfazed.

As the group returns to the club room, Tamaki tosses Shiro down on the nearest sofa, the room shrouded in darkness.

Shiro grunts at the impact and promptly sits up, “What is your problem you, big idiot?!”

His fringe still covering his eyes, Tamaki turns to you and gestures to Shiro. You nod.

“I’m sorry, but you’re the idiot.” Shiro instantly shuts his mouth, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You said that you wanted Tamaki to teach you how to make women happy. But that’s not what you wanted, is it?” You point an accusing finger close to his chest.

“You don’t want to make all women happy; you’re concerned with the happiness of one woman in particular. She’s the only one you care about, Hina Kamishiro.”

“But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do to help you with that, Shiro.” you let your fingers drag across his chin before receding and allowing Tamaki to step in.

“Listen, Shiro. I know that I told you, it’s the job of a host to make women happy. But when you care for someone, you must find the courage to express what is in your heart. You have to tell her how you feel about her!”

“You didn’t come to me looking to become a full-fledged host. You want to be a full-fledged man.”

Shiro leans forward and hangs his head, placing his hands over his knees, “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve run out of time. I just wanted to hear her play before she left for good. That’s all.” His bratty composure has wholly fallen, giving way to his longing, loving side.

“That piece she played. It’s Mozart’s Sonata in D major for two pianos, isn’t it?” Tamaki pulls away a pale yellow curtain to reveal a grand piano in all its glory. He lifts open the lid and reveals the shining black and white slick keys like they’re brand new.

“Wait a minute, since when is there a grand piano in this room?” Haruhi drawls, confused.

“Well, this is a music room, after all-”

“So why wouldn’t it have a grand piano?” the twins ask as if it’s obvious.

“It is a music room, after all.” Kyoya sips a cup of tea, seated across from Honey and Mori.

“It is a music room.” Mori’s monotone voice is low and soothing.

“It’s always been there. We just had it covered up.” Honey shrugs as he swallows a bite of cake.

Tamaki poises his fingers over the keys and begins to flawlessly play the piece in question.

As usual, Tamaki seems to be putting no effort into his performance, his fingers gliding skillfully over the ivory keys like gentle feathers ticking the surface. It’s a learned skill.

Shiro rises from his place on the sofa to watch in awe.

“Awesome.” he exhales breathlessly. He is certainly someone who can appreciate this sort of skill.

“For the next week, you will spend your mornings, lunches, recesses, and free time after school in piano lessons with me.”

“But, why?”

“You wanted to be my apprentice, right? Besides, that young lady looked like she wanted nothing more than to play the piano with you.”

It’s like watching a creature in its natural habitat- Tamaki on the piano.

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You and the hosts stand in two lines on either side of the doorway, welcoming your guest, “Welcome, princess, we’ve been waiting.”

“I present to you, Shiro Takaoji’s piano recital.” Tamaki gives way to reveal Shiro sitting at a grand piano, an identical one just beside him with an empty, calling chair. Shiro’s face remains stoic as his gaze bores into the keys in front of him.

Hina hesitates in shock, her eyes wide and innocent as she processes her surroundings.

Tamaki pulls out the empty chair and gestures to the piano, “If you please, princess.”

She finally puts the pieces together for herself.

“Let’s play together, Hina.” Shiro flashes her a genuine smile.

“Okay!” She agrees quickly, settling down beside him, and they both begin to play.

With fond expressions, you and the host club are the perfect audience.

You and Kyoya watch from a distance, even both of your somewhat cold exteriors melting at the sight of young love blooming. "It must be difficult, moving to the other side other side of the world so young"

You hum "It is." you mutter, not entirely sure whether or not he was referring to Hina, or you. "I just pray that Hina is good at german" you whisper, silence between the two of you. Kyoya knew your struggles when you moved to Ouran well, everyone did. It wasn't that you didn't know Japanese, but knowing it and using it are two different things. It didn't need to be restated.

"At least...Even if she isn't....she'll have someone waiting for her" now this was an odd, not in the context of Shiro and Hina, that made perfect sense, but the two of you did this a lot, talking about one thing when in reality you're talking about each other.

"Would he wait do you think?"

"I think he would...when you have a look like that you find yourself to be incredibly...patient"

Next time on patience 'Jungle pool SOS!'

Tag list (reply to be added): @skottch @cgmajor @rebirthbunbun @bbybubbles @blueberry19000

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Duck au.

When Grumpy had her day out, she went to a cage that sold alcoholic drinks to ducks. She wants more, but she has to start sneaking out. Thankfully, Lucifer bought her a ninja costume that she wears to escape.

Grumpy (Adam): Alright and right, throw the window we go.

She glides down a little bit clumsy, but she's on the ground.

Grumpy (Adam): Alright, now to the club. Just gotta get past this weird gnome with the one glowing red eye. Wait a minute, that's a camera!

Adam: Shit! *Gets picked up*

Lucifer: Where do you think you're going you naughty girl? You're not for the streets my princess let's go back inside.

Adam: Damn.

[misseviehyde]

DORM SWAP

Jack was absolutely desperate to get the fuck out of the college dorm he'd been assigned as soon as humanly possible.  For some reason, he'd been put with three complete meat-heads - Kyle, Marcus and Nathan.  It wasn't like they were completely bad people - they were just irritating frat-types who spent all their time drinking beer, trying to find pussy to fuck and who spent the rest of the time playing or talking about sports.

Jack didn't like any of those things. He hated sports, wasn't interested in going out to bars and clubs and he hated the toxic masculinity exuding from the three boys.  The fact was - Jack wished he had actually been born a girl.  He felt uncomfortable in his own gender and when he saw hot girls at University laughing and giggling on the way to their dorm, it made him insanely jealous.

Jack had a bit of a kink for hot, bratty, girls in fact.  There were some real spoiled princesses on campus and some absolute bitches.  He longed to be one of them - to have stupidly long nails, outrageously expensive clothes and to spend his time flirting with boys and acting like a naughty tease.  Being stuck with the three Marx brothers made him more and more desperate to find a way to get what he wanted. He would do anything to become a hot girl.

Luckily - that's where a bit of perverted science came in handy.  Jack was studying Science and with a little bit of tinkering, some weird schematics he found online and a few ideas of his own, he had created a reality altering 'girl-generator'.  It needed some time to charge up by absorbing the energy from the kind of girls he wanted to become - then when activated - it would change him and his reality forever.  Jack would be replaced by Jacquie and she'd be able to switch dorms and start a new hot life.

Jack spent the next week carrying the small generator around and strategically placing it where it could absorb energy from the bitchiest, sexiest, brattiest girls he could find.  Soon it was humming and throbbing with barely supressed pink energy and his excitement to transform got too much.  His cock was already hard at the thought of the total Alpha-slut he would become when he changed.  It would be so fucking hot to wear thongs and stockings... high heels and lipstick. He couldn't wait to put on a dumb bratty accent and become an ultra-feminine girl.  It was time to swap genders and become the girl he had always been destined to be.

Returning to his dorm for some privacy to transform- his three dorm-mates supposedly out watching a game - he was shocked and annoyed to find them sitting watching TV in the communal area.  It turned out the game had been cancelled and as a result they were home early.  He tried to sneak past to his own small room, but the buzzing throbbing from his bag gave him away.

Hearing the weird noise and curious to know more, Kyle laughed as he suddenly snatched Jack's bacg and reaching inside pulled out the glowing girl-generator.  "Hey what the fuck is this thing Jack?  One of your experiments?"

"Careful with that," gasped Jack - his heart in his mouth as Kyle careless tossed the generator to Marcus.  "Please give it back - it's very important!"

"It looks like a stupid sex-toy," laughed Marcus.  "I didn't think you were into kinky shit like that Jack. What does this button do?"

Jack felt his heart stop as Marcus pushed the button and the stored feminine energy was released as a wave of crackling pink discharge.  It leapt from boy to boy, grounding itself into the dorm room floor inches from Jack's feet - not quite enough energy to carry it all the way. None of the power reached Jack, but Marcus, Nathan and Kyle groaned and shook as the energy pulsed through them and the air crackled as reality twisted.

"No!  NO!" screamed Jack as tears from his eyes and he felt reality begin to alter.  "It should have been ME! Not them!"

But no one was listening and the power was rapidly changing his dorm-mates. Each of the boys moaned and gasped as their bodies warped and transformed into a more pleasing configuration.  Bones cracked, flesh reshaped and clothing melted and reformed.  Soft gasps and groans filled the air as nails lengthened and hair sprung out.  A sexy perfume smell filled the room as objects exploded and changed too - the beds altering to become girlier.  Racks of male clothing popped and transformed into mini-skirts, dresses and bikini sets as the dorm became a girls room.

Their minds and personalities were also changing fast as soft pink lips parted in wonder and each girl felt her breasts pushing out and her pussy getting wet for the first time.  Cackling pink energy erased each of the former jocks and transformed him into an uber-brat instead - giving him a new personality and set of memories to match his new body.

Kyle became Kyler; Nathan turned into Natalie and Marcus was warped into Melody as all memory of their former lives was erased and three naughty sluts were born.

Sighing happily, Kyler shook out her hair and checked her cat ears were in place.  It was a fancy dress party tonight and they had invited the hot boys from upstairs to sneak into their dorm.  She was horny and hoping to get fucked.  Melody and Natalie looked equally slutty as they excitedly drank vodka cocktails from a cheap plastic cup.  Tonight was going to be fun.

The three girls suddenly noticed the dweeby looking boy with tears in his eyes looking at them and for a moment they were shocked.  Where the fuck had this loser come from?

"Eugh, get out of here you pervert!" screamed Melody throwing a high heeled shoe at Jack. "How long have you been watching us, gross."

"Get the fuck out loser," snarled Natalie, "Or my boyfriend will kick your teeth in."

Ignoring the girls, Jack cast his eyes around for the girl generator, but the device had vanished... no doubt writing itself out of reality now it had discharged its energy.  In moments he would probably forget about it and begin to believe like everyone else that Kyler, Melody and Natalie had always been female.  

Turning he walked out of the door with the girls spitting curses at him and as he did so he completely forget why he'd been in there in the first place.  Jack's feet took him to a new dorm and he smiled as he walked inside to find the three science students he had been living with for the last few months.  They had all fast become great friends and he was enjoying living with them.  It was funny though - sometimes it felt like this hadn't always been the way things were. 

Still - the only downside to living in this dorm were the slutty party girls upstairs - sometimes he had to listen to them fucking and moaning all night and it made him insanely jealous.  What bitches...

Meanwhile upstairs in that dorm - things were getting wild as the girls got drunk and made out with each other.  The three horny bitches were excited at the thought of big frat boy cock and how good it was going to feel to get fucked all night.

"OMG, I can't wait to get some big dick inside me," moaned Kyler as she fingered her tight pussy through her shorts and smiled excitedly at her besties.

"Me too girl," laughed Melody as she rubbed a breast and took another shot.  "Where are those frat-boys at?"

There was a sudden knock at the door and the girls squealed excitedly as the boys began to enter.  Melody and Natalie grinned as they each took a boy over to their beds and Kyler beckoned the largest frat boy over.  

Within minutes each girl was impaled on a massive throbbing cock, moaning and gasping in ecstasy as they rode the big cocks with hot wet slaps and more boys stood around jerking off and waiting for their turn.

"Mmmmh, I fucking love being the centre of attention," moaned Kyler as she groaned and took her boy's cock all the way inside her pussy with a wet slap.  Reaching out she grabbed more cock and pumped it, causing the boys around her to grunt in pleasure.

"Yeah, I love being a slut, college is the best," giggled Melody as yet another boy cummed over her face and his hot spunk dripped down over her tits.  Meanwhile in the corner Natalie could only grunt in agreement as she had a huge cock in her mouth and another deep in her ass.

As the moaning, groaning orgy continued... downstairs Jack stroked his cock and fantasized about being one of the girls.  

He would do anything for a dorm-swap.

[diaphobic]

(WIP)Diabolik Lovers: College AU

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any headcanon type stuff on this blog! But I wanted to post about a college au, it’s the one I typically write in and how I perceive the characters. Since the diaboys are really old, and the stuff that happens in the series is kinda (ehh), I aged them up a few years and added a night college.

There’s only a few big differences;

Students range from 18+, the uniform is slightly different, the school has dorms available, and no Yui ): she’s a human minor (set the girl free) but there are two MC’s (male and female) to play as.

Ryoutei University

A night school for the rich, working, and inhuman. The school is partnered with the Demon World’s top university. Though the existence of demons attending the school is not publicly know, the faction of the church that supervises the school knows. The school was made a sort of co-Ed (in terms of species) after a war took place in the human world, and they wanted to come to an agreement.

The school has one main building with additional buildings around the campus that hold events for sports, music, and other social gatherings.

There are dorms on the campus divided between male and female students. The female students are on the east side of the campus, and the male students are on the west. They are not allowed to cross between dorms. There’s a student led security team that surveys the dorms every day.

The schools budget is seemingly endless, they have just about everything in this school: pools, tracks, courts, a church, and other recreational activities for the full time students to enjoy.

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Basic Timetable of the schools schedule:

Classes begin: 8pm

Classes end: 3am

After school activities offered from 3:30am to 7am.

Classes are an hour and a half long. Depending on the student, they may have lunch starting from 11pm to 1am.

Cafeteria serves food until 2am

A typical meal consists of: rice, meat, miso soup, and a chosen desert.

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Diaboys Grades!

This is based off of a four year graduation system.

Sakamaki Family:

Subaru: freshman

Triplets: sophomore

Reiji: Junior (completing graduate classes)

Shu: Junior (he doesn’t have enough credits to be one, though…)

Mukami Family

Azusa: Sophomore

Yuma: Sophomore

Kou: Freshman (he was held back a year due to his work….)

Ruki: Junior (he hasn’t been at this school as long as Reiji, so he has about ten less credits than Reiji.)

Tsukinami Family

Shin: Sophomore

Carla: Senior (he couldn’t lie about the copious amounts of school credits he had collected)

MC: Freshman! MC came to this school recently and (if they had any) didn’t have their school record transferred to this school, so they have to start over regardless.

Because this is college, depending on the MC’s skill level in different courses they have a chance to take classes with all of the boys!

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School Events

There are school events that the students can join! Monthly events sponsored by the school to places like the “Princess land amusement park” at night.

Sports festivals happen often as the students are encouraged to exercise and maintain school spirit.

Art exhibits hosted by the art department happen often, usually when the students are having their exams to showcase their work this semester.

There’s a swim, basketball, football, and tennis team along with various indoor club activities. In short, almost everyone can join a club activity they’d want to. (Laito tried out the photography club, but was promptly banned after he took naughty photos…)

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Tuition??

The school is EXPENSIVE!! All of the students tuition is double the price of a community university (not counting dorms)! Karlheinz is emptying his wallet for his kids…

[soft-subby-strawberry]

⊹₊ ㆍ✿ㆍGetting to Know Meㆍ✿ㆍ₊⊹

Hi, It's your favorite neighborhood submissive lesbian slut! I thought I would do a bigger update on my character both non-sexual and sexual. Especially since more people are interacting with my account.

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୨🐇-﹗Basic Info:

˚◞💌 Acceptable Names 4 Me (Non Sexual): Princess, Lavender, My Heifer, Cream Puff, Alice, & Peach.

˚◞💌 Acceptable Names 4 Me (Sexual): Cissie, Slut, Easy, whore, good girl, cum dump, doll, & fleshlight.

˚◞💌 Pronoun: She/Her (Cisgender Woman)

˚◞💌 Capricorn, Infp/Isfp 9w1

˚◞💌 Graduated from college with an associate degree in Fine Arts/Studio Arts

˚◞💌 Age: 21 yr old (Must be 18+ to interact with my account - If there is no age in the bio, you will be blocked).

˚◞💌 Sexuality: Fem Lesbian (No Cishet men!! You will be blocked).

˚ * ୨୧ ✧ NB & Trans lesbians are always welcomed - I have a huge preference with trans women with girlcocks.

˚◞💌 Sexual Roles: Submissive fem bottom, pillow princess (working on getting more comfortable servicing others), hucow/puppy slut, little sister/daughter, & cissie hole.

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🕰 — [ ♡ ] Kinks ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

🚦Traffic Light system - Green means go, Yellow means slow down, Red means stop!

🦖Green - Trans Supremacy/Transfem Superiority, Breeding/Primal, Oral fixation (blowjobs), CNC (r@pe kink), Somnophilia/Intox (Weed), stretching/size kink, doctor/medical play, pet play, Anal/Vaginal penetration (straps/girlcocks), praise, degradation, Bimbo doll hypnosis, dominant women (Butch, Stud, Fem, etc), Soft stimulations (makeup brushes/sponges), cum fixation (creampies), roleplays, Baths - being bathed, whisper/soft talks, body hair (especially pubes), yanderes/stalkers, and monsters (tentacles).

☀️Yellow - Fauxincest, boot riding, orgies/threesomes, double/triple penetration, Nonbinary/trans masc, & dykebreaking (dyke correction), Age regression (Mdlg), In public, humiliation, & Objectification/Sexualization.

🩸Red - Any bodily fluid that isn't spit or cum, beastiality/zoophilla, pedo, race play, racist porn, hardcore torture (masochist/sadism), Diapers/baby bottles/baby clothes (literally the pedo aspects of age play), Cishet Men, Nipple torture, hole torture, feeder/feedee, food play, impregnations, & chasers.

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💓 Non-Sexual Interest 🌺

° ➳ Film/Cinema - Specifically Horror Movies & Film bro flicks like (Fight Club).

° ➳ Interview with the Vampire - movie, TV show, and books.

° ➳ Stardew Valley

° ➳ Rupaul Drag Race/Drag

° ➳ Fashion - Makeup, Lingerie, Dress, Pink softcore bimbo lolita core.

° ➳ Studio Ghibli

° ➳ Plushies'/Stuffed Animals - Huge Stitch from Lilo & Stitch collection.

° ➳ Sanrio

° ➳ ASMR

° ➳ MBMBAM

° ➳ DC/Batman

° ➳ Books - IWTV, Frankenstein, Great Gatsby, The Hobbit, and The Yellow Wallpaper.

° ➳ TV Shows - Peaky Blinders, You, Wednesday, & anime.

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DMs - Open (If you can't keep up a moderately in-depth conversation , please don't message)

Ask - Open: PLEASE SEND ME ASK!! I want all the naughty perverted women to threaten, objectify, and say god awful things in my asks. I love, love, love answering naughty ask.

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[strangerthingslover69]

Pool party ~ part 1

Steve was throwing a pool party and invited all the gang. You knew Eddie was going to be there so you an extra effect on your bikini and boy does he notice

Warnings ~ Swearing

You had been working on your bikini for the last month knowing Steve’s pool party was coming up. You were excited and couldn’t wait to see the look on a certain metal heads face. You put on your handmade bikini and covered yourself up ready to surprise everyone but mainly Eddie. And the fact for once there was gonna be no kids was even better. You loved them but you wanted more than a PG rating today. Nancy had offered to pick you and Robin up since neither of you could drive yet. You hear the car horn beep and grab your stuff and leave your house, just checking yourself in the mirror one more time. You get into the back seat, ‘hey Y/N, you ready to show off your latest creation?’ Robin asks wiggling her eyebrows. ‘I was born ready’ you say with confidence. Normally you wouldn’t be this ballsy but whilst getting ready you may of already had a couple of drinks. Nancy and Robin knew you had a thing for Eddie and they knew about you plan to get his attention. ‘I can not wait to see his face!’ Robin exclaimed excitedly. ‘C’mon Y/N give us a sneak peek!’ Nancy said looking at your in the mirror. You pulled your top over your head to show them your bikini top. Their mouths dropped. ‘He’s gonna loose his shit!’ Robin shouted. ‘That’s amazing Y/N! Will most definitely get Eddie’s attention’ Nancy said winking to you. ‘Thanks guys, I hope so otherwise I’m just gonna have to pounce on him’ you say as Nancy pulls into Steve’s drive. You quickly pop your top back on. ‘Here goes nothing!’ You say exiting the car

As you, Robin and Nancy make your way to the pool you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Eddie was already here. Perfect. Nancy makes her way over to Johnathan as Robin makes her way over to Steve. They give you a nod as go to the lounger next to Eddie. ‘Hey handsome’ you say with a wink. ‘Hey Princess, how you doing?’ Eddie replied with such charm. You two had always been flirty with one another but it never led to anything. ‘Good, you?’ You say as you slowly and teasingly lift your top over you head. Eddie is already watching you undress but he’s taken back you he sees your bikini top. ‘I am good y-yeah’ he stutters. Perfect. You pull your shorts down just as painfully slow. As they drop to your feet you reach down to pick them up. You turn around bending your ass right in front of Eddie as you put your clothes in your bag. ‘Fuck’ he says under a shaky breath. You casually lay down on your lounger looking over at Eddie. He’s shifting trying to hide his obvious boner. You smile to yourself. How could he not have one? You’ve turned one of his Hellfire tops in two a bikini. On your bikini top each side has the different D&D dice, the front of your bikini bottoms has the devils face and your but has the words ‘Hellfire club.’

‘Wow Y/N, you make that?!’ Steve shouts making his way over to you. ‘I did Stevie. You like?’ You say standing up giving a little spin to show your handy work off. ‘It’s amazing! Man you seeing this?’ Steve asks turning to Eddie. Eddie nods slowly. ‘Y-yeah man. It it’s certainly something’ he says looking at you up and down. You lean down next to Eddie, as he gets a face full of your breast barely covered. ‘Aw thanks Ed’s. I’m so glad you like it!’ You lean into his ear whispering, ‘I made it specifically for the dungeon master.’ You move back up and walk away leaving Eddie a horny mess. You smile to yourself as your plan was working. ‘Looks great Y/N!’ Johnathan shouts to you. ‘Thank you!’ You shout in return entering the kitchen to grab a drink. As you open the fridge to get a can you are taken back by someone pressing themselves up against your back. ‘You make this fucking amazing bikini for me and just walk away Y/N?’ Eddie whispers into your ear, his hands resting on your hips. ‘You are one naughty girl. Naughty girls get punished by the dungeon master, you wanna get punished?’ He asks while moving his hard dick on your ass causing you to gasp. He turns you around causing you to drop your can. You face one another, your chests pressed against together. Eddie leans in closer. ‘I asked you a question Princess, do. you. want. me. to. punish. you?’ He elongates each word on a sexy tone. You bite your lip and nod. ‘Nah princess. Words’ Eddie says moving your hair behind your ear. ‘Punish me master’

[fetishfairytales2]

Sissy School, Part 3: Finale (Story)

"Ooh, this is gonna be fun!" I giggled to my girls as we watched the bouncer finally cum down Brandi's throat. But then, the live stream cut out, leaving us hanging! My phone rang, and it was Huggies. "Hello?" I answered, very excited. It was Staci, all too happy to explain that the Huggies staff usually like Mommies to see their sissy's first detention in person! "Well, I'd love to!" I laughed, feeling tipsy from the wine but still able to drive. "Can I bring friends?" I asked, seeing Lyndsey and Kylie's eager smiles.

We rushed across town to the seedy strip mall, just in time to find Brandi tied up and gagged in the nursery, alone and waiting for us. "Well, well, well, Princess Pampers," I giggled, standing before Brandi with my hands on my hips. "what did you do this time, hmm?" I asked, tapping my foot like a disappointed mother. My poor sissy looked up at me from the oversized mechanical baby bouncer, her eyes full of tears. "Are those tears because of detention or because they left the butt plug in?" I teased, squeezing Brandi's tear-streaked face.

"Probably both," a stunning woman I hadn't met before said with a smile as she entered the nursery. Wow, everyone that worked here was hot! She was a bit older than Staci and Becky, maybe in her early 30s, with almost black hair, amazing boobs, and a perfect ass. I would know, right? Because her whole outfit was just a skin-tight leather bodysuit! It was showing off more than it covered! The other girls wore short shorts and crop tops to do their thing, but this woman's outfit was the size of a one-piece bikini, and tight! "Ms. Penny," she introduced herself, very confidently. I could see why! “Staci and Becky are the teachers here at Huggies, I’m more like the Dean of Dicipline. I hand out detentions!”

I stood there, staring at how ridiculously gorgeous this woman was, as she crouched next to Brandi, still bouncing in the bouncer. "Three demerits on your first day, huh? Y’know, that’s a record. You're either a very naughty girl, or Ms. Staci really doesn't like you," Penny said, stroking Brandi's cheek. Brandi tried to argue behind her gag and got slapped for it. "I don't really care why you have them," Penny said plainly. "You have them, so I'm here. And it doesn't look like anyone's going to stop me, right?" Brandi and Penny both turned to me, Brandi begging with her eyes, and Penny raising her eyebrows, almost asking permission.

"Well, that's that," Penny winked at me when I didn’t stop her. "Wanna know something fun?" She leaned in, almost whispering to Brandi. "All the rooms you've seen so far? That's not all the fun we have for you little girl! There's a whole basement, where the really naughty girls go! It’s a lot more, uh…intense  than the regular Detention Room! It's even soundproof, so no one hears the naughty sissies cry when we punish them!" She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. "And it shares a wall with the men's bathroom at the club next door. I’m sure you ladies see where this is going, right?” Oh God, this was going to be really fun to watch! “Shall we head downstairs?" She giggled

Without a word, two muscular men entered the room, their eyes fixed on Brandi. "It's a bit on the nose," Penny laughed, gesturing to the men's Chippendales-style bow ties and shirt cuffs. "But who cares? Look at those arms!" She wasn't kidding; they were ripped! "I love watching them manhandle losers," Penny said, sounding like she was turned on! "Downstairs, boys!" she ordered, and the men lifted Brandi out of the bouncer, her cries and pleas muffled by the gag. We followed behind Penny, listening to Brandi's sobs as the strippers dragged her down the hall.

"Here we are," Penny said as we reached the bottom of the stairs. The basement of Huggies was nothing like I'd expected. There was no fuzzy white rugs or pink walls. It was just exposed stone walls, a few light bulbs, a couple of doors and one way mirrors on one wall, and some wild ass bondage gear in the corners of the room. It felt more like a dungeon than a nursery! "The Box," Penny smiled, pointing out a gigantic plexiglass box on wheels, almost like a coffin with a few holes lined in rubber. It was bizarre. "And over there," she pointed across the room, "is the Bench."

The Bench was even more weird! It was some huge black metal frame that was padded in hot pink velvet, with fuzzy cuffs at all four ends. It was also sitting on some giant turntable. Kylie looked like she was freaked out too, Lyndsey looked like she was going to cum just looking at the place. Penny smiled at Brandi, who looked absolutely terrified, her legs kicking as the men held her in the air. I'm sure her Pampers were soaked by now! "Would you like to choose, or should I?" Penny asked the trembling sissy.

"Well?" Penny asked, trying to hold back a smile while she waited for Brandi's response. Of course, with the penis-shaped pacifier gag jammed down her throat, Brandi couldn't say a word. Even without it, I doubt she'd be able to speak. I'd never seen her so terrified; she was shaking like a leaf! "Don't worry, princess," Penny cooed, walking over to the sissy and stroking her cheek. "There's plenty of time to play with all my toys. Now that the secret's out, I can tell you the good news! Remember how Ms. Staci said your Mommy paid for a year's tuition? Well, surprise! She paid for you to be down here with me every day! I have so many more games for you to enjoy!"

Penny walked over to the intimidating thing and lifted the lid. "The Box it is!"  When the dominatrix opened it, I noticed the box had a very serious looking steel shackle attached to chains at each corner. I guess Brandi wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon! There were also four pink rubber pads in the center, spaced out, I had an idea of why. "In you go, sissy," she clapped, and the two beefy strippers carried Brandi toward the Box, still not saying anything. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!" Brandi squealed as they lifted her high in the air, her body stiff with fear. I couldn't look away as they roughly placed her in the Box, belly first, her cries growing louder. One man wrapped his arm around her neck, forcing her to her knees. 

"Make sure she's snug, boys!" Penny laughed, and Lyndsey giggled wickedly as we watched the men cuff Brandi into the Box, her limbs stretched by the shackles. One of them untied the pacifier gag, removing it before quickly forcing an o-ring gag into her mouth. "There you go, princess," Penny said, looking down at Brandi's sobbing form. "Now your mouth is wide open!" She shrugged, not concerned with Brandi's protests.

Penny closed the lid, trapping Brandi inside, her cries immediately quiet. "Sound proof," she smiled at me. "Nothing gets out, only in," she continued, and then pressed a button I couldn’t see somewhere on the Box. A weird hiss sound started coming from the thing. "Sealed in, nice and tight!" Penny explained, patting the lid. Brandi was absolutely freaking out, her body thrashing against the shackles, but I couldn’t hear a thing! Mm, something like this would be fun for home!

"For my next fun trick," Penny stuck her tongue out at us, then turned to the strippers. "Make sure she's even more snuggly, boys!" All three of us gasped when the guys started to push on either side of the Box. Holy shit, it was getting smaller! Penny laughed. "It expands to lock sissies in, then it collapses nice and tight! Isn’t it so fun? No loser is too big or small for The Box!" I just stared, mouth wide, as Brandi struggled, her face and ass squished against the plexiglass. The guys somehow locked it in place, and Brandi's face and ass were literally flattened against the Box's sides. "Don't worry," Penny said with a cruel smile, "she can still breathe...for now."

Penny just kind of stood therefor a minute, watching as Brandi struggled. I swear, she was playing with herself over her bodysuit! "Mmm," she moaned, throwing her head back, closing her eyes. "I love that look when they realize they're trapped..." She was just standing there, running her hands up her body! This girl was fucking wild! After her little moment, she snaps back and goes, "alright, boys, test her out!" One of the strippers opened some door at the front of the Box, and Brandi’s gagged little mouth popped out!

“Mmm, what's this for, you think?” I giggle, Kylie and Lyndsey following me as I walked to the back of this box. There's a smaller hole in the back, right where Brandi's ass was, but it's too small to fit anything fun. Then I spotted a few others lining the whole thing. I had no idea what the Box was for, but I was excited to find out! "Oh, look at that!" I squealed with laughter, seeing Brandi’s ass for the first time today. Before putting the poor thing in her bouncer upstairs, it looked like they had cut a hole in her diapee and then filled her up with a hollow buttplug! It was massive and it left her sissy pussy wide open.

The girls and I were having a blast watching my little sissy Brandi squirm in there, all chained up and helpless. And then, we find out what Penny meant when she said ‘test her out’. One of the hot-as-fuck strippers pulls down his pants and, like, wow. This guy had a cock that belonged in porn, and his body was to die for. I could totally ride that all night, but right now, I think it was for my lucky little girl!

“Go for it baby!” I cheered on Mr. Hot Stripper as he walked up to the Box, with his hard cock in his hand. He lines up that thick shaft with the hole right in front of Brandi's gagged mouth, and I notice the hole was lined with something all soft and velvety! Holy shit, Penny had turned my sissy into a fucking fleshlight! The stripper shoved his cock through, and Brandi's eyes went wide as it stretched her throat. The poor sissy slut started  crying, trying to beg for mercy, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers. This guy didn’t give a shit; he just starts throat-fucking my little princess like its a porno! 

I could see his face turning red as he went deeper, he was not holding back! “Take it you fucking slut!” He was grunting, thrusting his hips and making poor Brandi’s eyes bulging. He's using her mouth like he owned it, God he was hot. “I want to hear you gagging bitch,” he screamed when Brandi tried to pull away, “you stop when I tell you to stop!” He must have been at it for at least five minutes straight, not stopping once. He would pull out just far enough for the sissy to catch her breath, and then go right back to it. I could see his cock bulging in her throat! 

"Enough whore," the stud commands, stepping back after going at Brandi’s throat as long as he wanted. We all clapped, loving every second of it. He made the poor thing gag, choke, she even spit up at one point! Staci was so right, I loved watching Brandi suffer in detention! But this hunk wasn't finished with my little sissy. He warned her with a growl; "you’ve got 30 seconds, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your mouth and fill your throat!" The poor thing started crying harder of course and just stood there stroking his cock watching her. Fuck he looked all dominant and powerful. 

He didn’t even warn her, he just walked up and shoved his dick back into her mouth. Mmm, maybe he’d do me next. This time, he was going faster and harder, he wasn’t stopping again, not so this little bitch could breathe!  I could hear his hips thrusting into the plexiglass he was fucking Brandi’s mouth so hard! I watched the trapped Sissy’s eyes go wide and her body convulsing as she tried to take his length. She tried to wiggle away but the Box was not letting her escape.”Fuuuuck!” He grunted finally. My sissy's eyes bulged, working overtime as she swallowed his hot load. She was crying, choking on his cum, but he didn't stop until he emptied every last drop down her throat.

“Aww, crying already?” Penny laughed at Brandi, “that was just one dick though! There’s so many more!” She gently pushed the naked stripper out of the way and grabbed the handle of The Box. She easily moved the thing across the room. “Wheels of course,” she explained, “helps get the little loses to some fun places!” I watched as she rolled Brandi to a stop and opened a door in the basement wall. “Lots and lots of fun places,” she winked, pointing out  a plexiglass panel on the other side of the door. This one had a hole too, a hole that looked a lot like the one Brandi’s mouth was hanging out of!

Penny spun the Box, bringing Brandi's terrified face in line with the hole. "This," she explained, "is the bathroom at Hunks next door. There's gonna be a lot of strippers and customers who'd love to use our little sissy’s mouth tonight. And some of them might be rougher than what you just saw!" She raised her voice so Brandi could hear. "So, I hope she don't cry every time a real man fucks her throat! No one wants to hear a sissy whine! Oh, a few more things,” she said, and walked across the room to a closet. She brought back a whole cart of tubes and something that looked like an oxygen tank! What the fuck?

“Watch,” Penny smiled at my confused look and began screwing tubes into the holes in the plexiglass coffin. "Those pipes here," she pointed at a bunch of pipes on the wall next to us, "are for the toilets there! And these," she pointed to tubes, “connect to those pipes!” I started giggling as I watched her finish connecting the last pipe, “which means poor Brandi’s little box will very slowly fill up all night!" Lyndsey, Kylie, and I burst out laughing. "She'll have to hold her breath when someone fucks her face if gets too high though!" Penny laughed, 

Penny hung the tank by a hook and winked, holding up a small dildo attached to a plastic tube. "And this," she said, jamming the dildo-shaped nozzle into Brandi's ass, "goes right here." I swear I heard Brandi scream behind her gag as the laughing dominatrix invaded her defenseless asshole. Penny connected the tube to the tank, tapping it with her sharp, red-painted nail.

"In here is a special sissy enema! Warm water, itching powder, caffeine pills, and, as a special treat for Brandi, viagra! It'll keep our sweet girl awake and horny in her chastity cage all night. She'll be uncomfortable, but at least she'll be alert while sucking cock! The club's open 24/7, so she'll have plenty of 'friends' to keep her busy till you pick her up. Tomorrow night.”

I was disappointed that I wasn’t going to be able to watch every one of Brandi’s detentions in person. But I did know that Huggies was the best money that I had ever spent!

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[ladythornofrivia]

The Imperfection of Sound

In a world of sound, reader is deaf. Until she meets Ran Haitani, who shows her that life is more than just hoping for a miracle.

Pair: Ran x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this). Spice. (Spice is nice 😏😎😉)

Author’s Note: For those who are sad from reading the last chapter—I’m sorry. Enjoy this chapter.

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 4: Heavenly

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Ran felt sick throughout the night. He couldn’t bear himself to stay awake, so fell asleep after drinking hot chocolate with chewy marshmallows. He cleansed himself in a lazy fashion—just unbraided his two braids and cleansed his face, brushed his teeth. Then for his outfit, he tossed it aside into the laundry basket for a clean pair of black boxers and loose grey-blue shirt.

He looked up at the mirror, the dark circles under his eyes were deeply outlined and shaded.

If only I’ve been straightforward with her like I did with the others. How I treated others. What made me hold back in the first place? Was I afraid over my confidence? Doubtful? I wish she could tell me. Damn, I hate miscommunication. I didn’t think she’d jump into conclusions. But then, all girls are self-conscious once they see something that makes them uncomfortable. If only I said, “I like you, (y/n), please be my girlfriend.” Everything would’ve been so much easier. I used to be careless of what I said, still sure of myself. What the hell happened to me? I should get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new chance.

Then Ran tucked himself into cold sheets, easing his anxious thoughts roaming. He breathed in…one, two…

Three.

Darkness enveloped him.

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A suckling noise drained into his ears while dainty fingers slipped into up and down motions, kissing noises planted on him.

His throat grumbled, his back hand rubbed his eyes, forcing himself awake to someone straddling him on the bed. With a quick action, his eyes open at his own blanket, formed like a huge tent. When he grabbed the clouded bed sheets, it unveiled a girl. Not just any girl. It was you, pleasuring his long cock with your hungry and pretty mouth. Your hand is dainty compare to his thick girth, sliding in up and down motion still while your lips kissed the tip of his cock, as if French kissing it. The white leak coated on your tongue. Your eyes gazed at him with desire, not the innocent kind, despite your eyes try to claim as one.

“Such a naughty girl,” Ran said with a faint smirk. The widened pupils on his violet eyes relaxed. “Go on, princess, I want you feel my cock in your mouth.”

His hips thrust on your mouth, receiving a low moan droning from you, as you kept sucking his stiff cock, humming.

Usually, Ran met a couple of girls outside of the club. One thing in common girls liked to do is to be seductive towards him, with low hums and subtle touches here and there.

With a final shove into your hungry mouth, his hot semen spurted and drained passed through your throat. As he pulled it out, you swallowed every last liquid. Instantly, he grabbed and pulled you, sharing a deep languid kisses with him. His hand rested at the back of your head as he shoved his tongue against yours. Languid kisses became more lively and desperate—faster and hungrier.

Automatically you plunged his hardened cock into your wet folds, grinding fast as you could, then pounding your ass each time you came down from riding his cock, your lips parted, drawing a loud moan as your head threw back. With a rosy blush on your cheeks, your eyes looked at him with pleasure, you tossed your long hair, riding him faster, moaning desperately.

Ran’s hands groped your breasts, pinching your nipples, as he watched you moaned louder than the last. Your flush skin and face, skin to skin, with yours and his, everything is perfect.

Heavenly.

If only I could tell her how beautiful she sounded.

His arms pulled your upper body down to meet his lips once more, shares deep kisses.

He flipped you over, laying on your backside, as he unsheathed his cock and licked your clit. Nipping them, your hand made its way onto Ran, grinding your pussy until you squirted.

Pulling away, seeing the mess you created on his bed from your wet pussy—your clit is puffed, numbed from Ran’s nipping and licking. Hurriedly, Ran your legs, wedging his cock into your cunt once more, his hands wrapped your legs around his waist as he cradled your head, pressing his lips against your forehead, then tracing his lips down to your jawline, neck then collarbone, then bringing it back up to your lips before heading out to the wide, marbled balcony after unlocking his the sliding door with one hand. With the heaviness of his cock still inside you, each time he moved, the walls in your cu t clutched tighter.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing your forehead before he thrusted, which resulted you screaming with ecstasy on top of your lungs, tears spilling out from your face as you locked your grip behind his neck as you felt your body bouncing from his cock shoving and bruising your walls, immediately immersed, and the arousal grew stronger.

He quickly untangled your legs as you faced toward the high-end view of Roppongi, bent forward as the side of your face pinned down on the wide marble railing as he railed harder. As his pacing went sloppier, yet harsher, he tugged you back, your back pressed against his chest as his lips pressed against your cheek lovingly, whispering, “You like that? You’re so fucking cute when you look like this. People in Roppongi would see how fucking beautiful you are…how your tight cunt is fucking good—your gorgeous body, gorgeous lips, your seductive moans…all hot and hungry for me…if you ever get a chance to get pregnant, I’d still fuck you to oblivion, my little goddess. I love you (y/n)—I love you.”

The semen spurted in you as the last of your arousing screams pierced into his ears before—

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Ran lunged his body forward, covered in drooping sweat. It was still dark—at midnight. He hasn’t gotten any sleep since he last saw you. It was all a big misunderstanding. The girl he randomly clashed with was the birthday girl Rindou mentioned. She wanted to inquired Ran where he was at that night, as Ran tried his best to be civil. He wanted to meet you, by the building where you and him first met—overly self-assured and suave. But with you, his charm dissipated, as if he has forgotten how.

He’s bewitched by your queenly spell.

He kept reading the old messages over and over, the times where he and his heart elated by you, having selfie pictures together and random jokes you guys shared—and inside jokes that you two could only decipher.

But everything seems broken. He couldn’t look at it anymore. He didn’t want to be sober—filled with despair at a new darkened day.

I wish she could answer me. I want to make things right, but I don’t know how.

The birthday girl professed she wanted Ran as her birthday present. Meaning, she offered her virginity to him since her ex broke up with her due to business and education.

As much as Ran politely declined, she still kept pursuing for his attention and affection. He tried not to be obvious to push her away but rather grabbed her by the shoulders to halt her, and that’s where he saw you, your eyes are all but a fatal mourning and betrayal. And now Ran tries in anyway he can to message you, but no answer. He wanted to explain, he’s going to explain, but the outcome was as horrible. How will be able to reach you now?

Just as he was about to contact one of the Tenjiku members to search you, a long outline of hardened cock protruded from his bed blankets.

He wished that everything in his heavenly dream was real.

In the meantime, he has to find a way to mend your heart and pull you back into his world, as you delve into his once and for all.

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[jackiesnats]

Giver III

Pairings: Yelena Belova/Reader; Natasha Romanoff/Wanda Maximoff

Warnings/Tags: Daddy Kink, Finger Sucking, Face Slapping, Heavy Degradation, Aftercare, Mentions Public Sex, Mentions Natasha/Reader and Wanda/Reader, Jealous Yelena, Collars, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst if you Squint. Yelena gets super mean in this but it's all consensual. Possessive!Yelena, body writing

malen'kiy krolik - little bunny | malyshka - baby girl | kotenok - kitten | moya malen'kaya shlyukha - my little whore | neposlushnaya devochka - naughty girl | printsessa - princess | detka - baby

Summary: You find out that Natasha loves to push Yelena's buttons the hard way.

After a few months of visiting Yelena and on occasion seeing Wanda – who was very suspicious on how you were able to afford multiple trips. She didn’t outright express it, but she made a mental note to eventually ask you. Yelena informed you that she would love for you to stay longer than you have before. Yelena had allowed you to quit your job, and she was true to her word. Everything you ever wanted was handed to you and all you had to do was let Yelena fuck you (or send her videos and pictures when you were back home).

When you told her that you’d love to, packing enough bags for two months, you got in the car Yelena had ordered for you to get to her private jet. You were always a little nervous when you got on it, but the thought of seeing Yelena again always kept you from running. You had a fear of flying, but little by little it started to get easier on you.

Daddy: So excited so see you baby. Daddy misses you.

You smiled when you read the text, making a mental note to respond once you were in the jet. The driver helped you with your bags, carrying them on the jet for you – even when you reassured him that you could have done it. He shook his head.

“Ms. Belova has instructed me to help you. No matter how much you tell me you’ve got this, it’s what I’m paid for.” He smiled, and you nodded.

Once you were settled in and comfortable, you texted back: I miss you too, Daddy. I need you too.

You decided to turn on the TV to distract you from being on the jet. Putting the window curtain down so you didn’t have to look out of it. Twenty minutes later, the jet was up in the air. You kept checking your phone for Yelena’s response, cursing yourself for feeling like you were being needy. Yelena made you happy in a lot of ways, and you hated that you were starting to have feelings for her already.

You took your attention off the TV when your phone went off – thankful that I was in fact, Yelena.

Daddy: You need me, baby? Tell me how you need me.

You bit your lip, looking around as if you were going to be caught. When you realized Yelena’s staff wasn’t around, you replied.

Need your cock in me, been thinking about it the moment I left to go home last time I was there. Want you to eat me out until I’m pushing your head away, but I know you’d keep going until you’re satisfied. Want that. Yelena’s response came quicker than her last.

Daddy: I’m at the club right now dealing with business and all I can’t think about is wanting to bend you over this table and fucking you in front of everyone. I bought you a few things and once you’re here and well rested, you’ll be wearing them out at dinner.

You enjoyed the feeling of sending her risky texts while she was busy, but you wished you got more from her. What exactly did she buy you? Your mind went wild with all the possibilities. Was it a new outfit she bought thinking that you’d like it as soon as she saw it? Was it but plug? You had many questions but decided against asking Yelena. A part of you wanted to be surprised.

--

Finally landing, you grew more excited when you noticed Yelena’s car parked. Once the jet was off and you were told you could get off, you rushed out to be greeted by Yelena. You ran towards her and when she pulled you into a hug, you felt complete.

“I’ve missed you so much, little one. You have no idea.” She said, kissing your neck. You tried your best to hide your whimper that escaped your lips, but Yelena heard it.

“Missed you too.” You sighed.

Yelena pulled away and grabbed as many of your bags that she could carry. You went to grab the rest, but Yelena stopped you in your tracks.

“Absolutely not, malyshka. If you try it again, I’ll be having to spank your ass red. My driver had told me you tried it with him, that won’t be happening again. Understood?” she stated, putting your bags in the trunk of her car.

“I-I understand, Daddy.” You whisper, just loud enough that Yelena could hear you.

“Good girl.” She praised, walking over to the jet to grab your other bags. Once they were in the car, the two of you got into the car.

“I’m so glad you’re staying for two months. We can do so much. You hungry? My staff at the house half the week off and I really want to cook you something. I don’t want to push to go to a restaurant right now since you just got here.” She explained and you nodded in response.

“Yeah, I’m hungry, do you think after I eat you and I could… um… cuddle?” you asked, unsure as to why you were so nervous to ask such a simple question.

“Of course, little one. You must be so exhausted. We can cuddle as much as you want, I want you to be well rested before we do anything that involves a lot of energy.” She reassured you as she turned on the car. Placing a hand on your thigh, you bit your lip. Although you were tired, you couldn’t help but want Yelena to play with you. She hadn’t touched you in weeks since the last time you were there, and you needed her. Sleep be damned.

“I promise that when you’re rested up, Daddy will make up for lost time.” She said, removing her hand away from your thigh. You believed her – knowing that Yelena wanted you to be underneath her just as much as you wanted to be. You hoped you’d be okay in a few hours, not wanting to wait too long for Yelena to fuck you.

As soon as Yelena finished cooking you macaroni and cheese, you ate in silence while she got some paperwork done across from you. You tried your best to eat as quickly as you could – the faster you ate, the faster you could cuddle with Yelena. She hadn’t looked up once from what she was doing, so when you announced that you were full, she was a little surprised at how fast you ate.

“I wasn’t expecting you to finish so quickly, let me finish a few more pages of work for the contractors so they can fix a few things in the club. Then we can cuddle.” She informed and you got up to take care of your bowl. You didn’t mind that she had a few things to do – surprisingly you didn’t feel as tired as you thought you would.

“Wanda and Natty are doing good, I saw them a few days ago.” Yelena commented, and you gave her a confused look as you sat back down at the table. Although you didn’t mind that she was telling you this, she was more-so confused as to why she was telling you.

“Oh?” you questioned, leaning forward in your chair as if Yelena was going to whisper it.

“Oh yeah. I told them you were coming to stay for two months,” she paused as she read over a paragraph on one of the papers she was filling out. “I think your little friend Wanda has a crush on you, kotenok.”

You didn’t mean to laugh – her claim being outrageous to you. Yelena didn’t like that you were laughing, but she chose to ignore it for the moment.

“Come on, that’s outrageous.” You continued, ignoring the angry look on the blonde’s face.

“Do I look like I’m joking, moya malen'kaya shlyukha?” she snapped, and you stopped laughing. “Now that you’ve stopped, I can finish what I was trying to say; your friend Wanda had told both Natasha and I that she wanted to fuck you while we both watched.”

You bit your lip, trying to not let that distract you. Wanda was a good friend of yours that before meeting Yelena, you had always wanted to try things with her. You just never thought your feelings were reciprocated.

“Daddy’s not mad or upset that she wants to, Natasha had even admitted to me that she’d love to fuck you.” She sighed, stacking her papers together so they were out of the way neatly. “I know at the end of the day you’re mine, and only mine.”

Yelena was a little jealous, but she had to admit, the thought of watching Wanda fuck you made her wet. She was going to have to ask you about it later, but right now all she wanted was for you to be in her arms. Unbeknownst to you, Yelena had been packing the moment she got out of the shower. If you wanted to nap, she was going to nap, but you would be warming her strapon.

Leading you to her bedroom, you couldn’t wait to lay down. Remembering how comfortable her bed was – being so much better than your shitty one back home.

“I want you to warm me while we cuddle, little one. I’ve missed you being close to me.” She admitted, watching you change into more comfortable clothes.

With her admission, you decided on not wearing any shorts or underwear. Although you’d prefer it if she’d fuck you, you’d take anything from her that she was willing to give you. When you pulled her blankets down the bed so you could get in, you watched as Yelena took off her clothes. Putting on a tank top on, she climbed into the bed with you. You moved onto your side, whimpering as you heard her call you a ‘good girl’ as she lined the strapon to your entrance. It was a lot bigger than the on she had been using on you. Sliding in so only the tip was inside of you, Yelena shifted a little before sliding the rest of the toy inside of you.

“Good girl, can’t wait to fuck you with this,” she whispered, kissing your shoulder.

“P-Please, m’need you now,” you whimpered, earning a laugh from Yelena.

“You’ve been a bit of a brat, neposlushnaya devochka. Laughing at Daddy when she’s being serious. I would have fucked you because I can tell you’re not that exhausted, but since you’ve decided to be a bad girl, you can wait and sleep with my cock inside of you. Understood?” she asked.

You nodded frantically, hoping that you could relax enough to even fall asleep with Yelena’s strapon buried inside of you.

When you woke up, you whimpered as you stretched, forgetting that Yelena was having you warm her strapon. Hearing Yelena chuckle lightly, you turned to look at her the best you could.

“Good morning, kotenok, did you nap well?” she asked, slowly moving so she could fuck you a little. She wanted to tease you before she gave you what you needed.

“S-So good, Daddy,” you moaned as she picked her pace up.

“What’s the matter, printsessa? Does Daddy’s cock feel so good in your little pussy? Hm?” Yelena asked voice mocking you, focusing on a steady pace, only stopping to help you pull your shirt off. Continuing to fuck you, Yelena instructed you to play with your clit, wanting you to come. She pulled out of you when you didn’t respond – quickly getting off the bed and moving you onto your back before climbing back on.

“You never answered my question, little one. Does Daddy’s cock feel good?” she asked again, rubbing the tip of the toy through your slick folds only to rub at your clit. She repeated the process, waiting for your answer. She needed your answer, and she was going to get it no matter what.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, it feels so good,” you moaned, hoping that Yelena would give you what you wanted. You learned very quickly that Yelena always wanted verbal answers, and if she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, neither would you.

Pushing the toy all the way into you in one thrust, Yelena stayed in position. Leaning down, she took of your nipples into her mouth as she began to grind against you. Sucking hard, she used her other hand to play with your other nipple. When she was satisfied, she pulled out of you completely. You sat up on the bed as you watched Yelena take the strapon off. When you gave her a confused look, she just smirked, making her way to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, (Your Name), but you’ve got an hour to take a shower and get dressed before we have to meet up with Nat and Wanda for dinner.” She knew you were going to grow irritated by this, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to wait until the two of you got back to her place to go through with it. If you were only staying for a week or two, she wouldn’t keep you waiting like this. The two of you had time, and she planned on teaching you patience.

“But-“ you whined and Yelena shook her head in disapproval.

“No ‘buts’, detka. Tonight, I will give you want, but for now you’ve got to get ready. Natasha gets ancy when people are late and if we’re late I’ll be using that I was busy spanking you as an excuse.” Yelena stated, causing you to roll your eyes.

“But you wouldn’t be spanking me?” you said, and Yelena poked her head out of the bathroom that was connected to her room.

“I will be if you don’t get up to get ready in the next five seconds.” She warned, and you groaned as you got up from the bed.

“I picked out some clothes for you, they’re on the counter along with one of the things I’ve bought you.” She told you as you walked into the bathroom – and that’s when you saw it; a black collar with the word: принцесса. You were her princess and Yelena wanted everyone to know that.

Apart of you thought she had bought the collar, so Wanda and Natasha knew who you belonged to you. Taking your shower, you made sure to take your time. A part of you wanted to stay inside for the night – because you’ve only been there for a few hours and all you really wanted was Yelena’s attention. You weren’t going to complain out loud though, and even though you wanted to tell Wanda, a part of you thought that that was a bad idea.

As soon as you were done with your shower, you got dressed rather quickly. You were excited to put your collar on, and as you did, Yelena walked back into the bathroom.

“Absolutely gorgeous, detka. You look good in my collar.” She complimented, moving so she was behind you.

Bending you over the counter, she ground her hips into you. Smirking when you tried to meet her movements, but she soon pulled away. “Come on, little one. Let’s get your shoes on and head out.” She smiled innocently, as if she wasn’t purposely teasing you.

Once the two of you got to Natasha’s house, Yelena parked the car. Turning it off, Yelena quickly turned to you and said, “You best be on your good behavior. I’d hate to have to spank you when we get back instead of what you want.” she warned, placing her hand on your knee.

You bit your lip, looking up at Yelena who was too busy sending what you assumed to be an email. Something you noticed about Yelena – work always came with her. No matter what. You didn’t mind though – considering that if you were to start talking, Yelena would put her phone down so her full attention was on you. You appreciate – making you feel like she really wanted to listen to what you had to say.

Getting out of the car, Yelena walked to your side and opened your door for you. You got out quickly, not wanting to keep Natasha and Wanda waiting. Yelena reached her hand out for you to take, which you grabbed with no hesitation. She led you up the stairs, and Yelena only let go of your hand to knock on the door. She pulled you closer, putting a hand on the small of your back as the two of you waited for one of them to answer the door. You could tell Yelena was growing impatient – having to wait when she had told Natasha when you were ten minutes away. What felt like hours for Yelena, was only a good five minutes.

“Hello, Hello!” Natasha smirked, ignoring Yelena’s glare to pull you into a hug. “Yelena here hasn’t been able to shut up about you for the past two weeks. I’m so glad you’re here, and so is Wanda.”

If Wanda was, then where was she? You pushed the question to the back of your mind as you hugged her back. “It’s good to see you too, Nat.” you laughed, ignoring the way Yelena was staring at you. If she was going to tease you, you were going to use her jealousy against her.

“Where’s Wanda?” you asked, looking around Natasha’s house as you were let in. You missed your friend, even though she hadn’t been talking to you as much as she used to. A part of you thought it was something you might have done, but you tried not to think about it too much. You had a bad habit of overthinking, and you knew that wouldn’t lead to anything good.

“She’ll be down in a bit, we had a late-night last night, and I’ve been letting her sleep her headache away.” She answered, and you nodded as you took a seat on one of the couches in Natasha’s living room. Yelena sat next to you instantly, placing a possessive hand on your thigh. Giving your thigh a squeeze. You decided to ignore her and began to start a conversation up with Natasha.

“I hope you’re treating Wanda good,” you stated, watching as she sat down on the couch across from Yelena and you. You felt Yelena’s eyes on you, so you made sure to check Natasha out. You knew this would get you in trouble, but you hoped Yelena would fuck you because of this. Natasha seemed to notice what you were doing, giving Yelena a shit-eating grin before responding to you.

“I’m treating her very good. Don’t you worry, malen'kiy Krolik.” Yelena squeezed your thigh harder than before, you tried to hide cover up your wince with a fake cough – but you knew both Natasha and Yelena heard it. You were going to have a bruise in the morning from her grip and you knew whatever Natasha had said to her, added to her anger.

Yelena let go of your thigh, trying to let it go for the time being. The last thing she needed was for Natasha to notice she was getting to her. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands as Yelena and Natasha began to talk in Russian. You had no idea what they were talking about, but if you had to guess, it would be about Yelena’s club. After twenty minutes of them talking, Wanda finally came down the stairs. She sat down next to you, giving you a small smile. You smiled back, unsure of what the four of you were going to do. You still wished that you were back at Yelena’s place or out with just Yelena, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Where do you want to go out to eat?” Natasha asked Wanda, who took her time to answer.

“I’d love some spaghetti. I don’t care where we go as long as I get some.” Wanda said, and Natasha looked over to Yelena and you.

“That’s good with me.” Yelena said, and you nodded in agreement.

“(Your Name) and I will take my car.” Yelena stated, and you knew she was going to bring up your attitude. You just knew it.

Once Natasha texted Yelena the restaurant’s address, you and Yelena headed out to her car. She was quiet – which was unlike her. You knew she was angry – but she did a good job of hiding it. As soon as you both were in the car, Yelena turned to you.

“When you and I get back to my place, I’m going to have to remind you that you’re mine and only mine.” She informed you, turning the car on.

The way to the restaurant was dead silent, until Yelena turned on the radio. You weren’t sure what the song on the radio was saying, but it was something you wouldn’t mind listening to it again. You were thankful she turned it on – unsure of how much of the silence you could’ve taken.

“I suggest you be on your best behavior for the rest of the night and maybe I’ll think about going easy on you.” She said, parking the car in the parking lot. “Come on, detka. You may order whatever you’d like, just no alcohol. Need you completely sober.”

You smiled and said, “Yes, Sir.”

When you got out of the car, Yelena took your hand in hers as the two of you made your way inside of the restaurant. Natasha and Wanda were already at the table, waiting for the two of you. The food was amazing and even though you knew Yelena was okay with you ordering whatever you wanted, you still felt a little anxious with all the prices. However, when she whispered, “Share a dessert with me?” in your ear, you bit your lip. She ordered the dessert for both of you, unsure of it was. You really needed to learn her language – or at least to.

When Wanda went to the bathroom, and Natasha soon joined her, you both began to laugh. “They’re not very subtle are they?” you asked and Yelena shook her head.

“Fuck no they’re not,” she paused as the waitress came back with the desserts. As soon as she walked away, Yelena continued. “Enjoy.”

After dinner, you said your goodbyes to Wanda and Natasha. Yelena made the excuse that she was taking you somewhere early in the morning. You knew the blonde wasn’t going to forget about early, and you had a feeling that’s why she wanted to leave early.

“When we get back to my place, I’m going to be rough with you, and I’m going to be mean. But I need you to know that if I ever cross any boundary of yours, you stop me. Understood, detka?” she asked, looking at you.

“I understand, Daddy. I’ll safeword if it becomes too much.” You reassured her, and she placed her hand on your thigh.

“Good girl.”

Yelena pulled into her drive way – the ride having been dead quiet but it wasn’t as agonizing as the ride to the restaurant. She handed you the keys to her place, telling you to go and get comfortable in her room.

“I want you naked when I get up there too.” She stated, and you nodded.

Rushing up to the door, you were quick to unlock it. A part of you wanted to know what she had planned, but the other part of you was terrified.

Placing her key on the counter, you hurried up the stairs to get ready. Pulling your shirt off, you threw it on the floor - making a mental note to pick it up after Yelena was done with you. Once your bra was off and you had your pants and underwear, you climbed onto the bed. Deciding that you weren’t going to waste any more time with pulling the blankets down, even if it took a few seconds to do. She didn’t want to be off the bed when Yelena finally reached her room.

Five minutes later, Yelena walked into the room. You watched as she studied the floor, looking at what you assumed to be your clothes. She didn’t say anything - walking to the closet, she grabbed a bag that you hadn’t seen before.

“Y’know, kotenok, I planned on coming back here and having my way with you; even give you what you wanted. But now? I’ve got to teach you that you’re nothing but my whore.” she sighed, shaking her head as she placed the bag on the bed. “Did you enjoy acting like a whore for Natasha?”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head before stating, “I wasn’t acting like a whore, Daddy-”

Yelena cut you off by pulling out rope from the bag. Tying your wrists to the headboard - Yelena tapped your cheek, signaling for you to open your mouth. You did what she wanted, your eyes widening as she shoved two fingers into your mouth.

“Such a fucking whore. That’s a good girl, take my fucking fingers.” she said through gritted teeth.

Pulling her fingers out of your mouth, she slapped you hard across the face. You groaned, biting your lip as you felt the wetness on her fingers. Yelena hit you once more, this time harder than the last slap. “She wants to fuck you, and you knew this, little one. Have you been thinking about her every time we’ve fucked? Every time I’ve bought you something or sent you money?”

“No! No, Daddy. Never ever.” you whimpered as you felt tears run down your cheeks.

Yelena’s facial expression softened, rushing over to you. “Color, malyshka?” she asked, wiping your tears away.

"Green, Daddy. Green.” you said as she kissed your forehead.

“You sure?” she questioned, and you knew she just wanted to make sure that you were completely okay.

“I’m sure.” you said, biting your lip. You were telling the truth, but you appreciated her for stopping when she noticed you were crying. You’ve never had that before.

“Good girl. You remember what I’ve said, right?” she asked, caressing your cheek.

“If you do or say something I don’t like, I need to tell you right away.” you said, and Yelena smile softly.

“Good girl. I’m going to continue, okay?” Yelena questioned.

“Yes, please.”

—

Yelena went back to what she was saying. “Does everybody need to know how much of whore you are? Hm? Let’s let everyone know.” she said, and you gave her an odd look.

Yelena walked back to the end of the bed to her bag, pulling out a black sharpie, as well as a red one, you knew what she was referring to. Opening the black one, she pushed your legs open. Writing something above your pussy, you bit your lip. You never realized that this was something you’d like, but as she continued, you felt the familiar throbbing between your legs.

“There you tupaya shlyukha, now when Natasha fucks you, she’ll know that you’re mine.” she said, throwing the sharpie on the floor. You whimpered, causing Yelena to laugh. “What? Did Daddy writing ‘Yelena’s Property’ on your pathetic little pussy get you all wet?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for Yelena. Bringing her hand down hard against your pussy, she smirked as you cried out in surprise. “Little fucking whore, can you not think when this cunt of mine gets wet?” she asked, cupping your heat.

“Yes, Daddy. It made me wet.” you whispered, and if Yelena hadn’t been paying close attention, she wouldn’t have heard you.

“Aww, do you want me to do something about it?” she asked, and you nodded.

“Y-Yes, Daddy please. Please!” you whimpered as she took her pants off. You were surprised to see the outline of her strapon on - the one she normally would use on you through her underwear.

Yelena kept eye contact with you as she gripped the toy through her underwear, stroking it a few times before she spoke up. “Beg me. I know you can do better than that, little one.”

Slowly taking her underwear off, Yelena grabbed a bottle of lube out of the bag. “I’m waiting, (Your Name). You know I hate waiting.”

“Please, Daddy. Please, please, please. Need you inside of me, need you touching me. I need you.” You pleaded as Yelena climbed onto the bed and between your legs.

“Yeah? You need me? Or do you need me to give you to Natasha?” she asked, rubbing the tip of the strapon against your clit as slow as she could. She wanted to tease you – to teach you that you only belonged to Daddy.

Without warning, Yelena shoved the toy inside of you – bottoming out to the hilt. You cried out, not expecting her to do that. Yelena stayed still, allowing you to adjust to what she had done. She reached down to pinch your nipples, smirking at the whimper you let out. She knew that you only wanted her and only her, Natasha just really loved to push her buttons and when she knew you were teasing Yelena, she had to help as much as she could. Yelena stopped her thoughts in their tracks as she noticed the red sharpie. Grabbing it with her left hand, she gave it some though. She had already written near your pussy, she wanted to write somewhere that would be noticeable. Writing the word ‘Whore’ on your chest, she made a mental note to take pictures before she helped you clean up later. Look at your face, Yelena admired the way you were trying to relax. Taking the sharpie, Yelena wrote the word ‘Free’ on your on your right cheek and the word ‘use’ on your left. “ You look so fucking pretty, detka. All pretty for, Daddy.” She hummed, setting the marker down onto the bed.

Yelena pulled out of you – you were about to whine when you watched her get up and off the bed to grab her phone off the nightstand.

“I want to take a picture of what I’ve wrote on you, are you okay with that, detka?” she asked, and you nodded slowly. Feeling you cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Yelena snapped a picture of your face first, and when she moved her attention to your pussy, she slapped your thigh hard. “Open your legs. Don’t make me tie them too because I will.” She warned, and you did as you were told.

When she took the picture, she placed her phone back on the nightstand before climbing back onto the bed. Taking her spot back between your legs, she tapped the toy against your aching pussy – loving the whine that came out of your mouth.

“Daddy can’t deny you for too long, little one.” She sighed, pushing into you softer than she did last time. This time, she started a slow pace, wanting to make sure you were adjusted before she was rough once more.

“F-Fuck-“ you moaned, and Yelena covered your mouth.

“Such a pretty fucking girl, be quiet and take my cock.” She said, bringing her hand from your mouth down to your throat to keep you in place as she fucked you. Picking up her pace, Yelena kept her eyes on you, occasionally taking her hand off your throat to slap you across the face.

“Do you like when your Daddy slaps you? Does your little pussy get when Daddy’s mean to you?” she asked, leaning down to take one of your nipples into her mouth. You were already close – having been teased since you got there, you were embarrassed but you were thankful Yelena decided not to tease you about it. She continued to fuck you, now at a bruising pace. She wanted you to come – she wanted you to come with her strapon inside of you. Not Natasha’s or Wanda’s. Hers.

“P-please, Daddy I’m so close. M’gonna come-“ you whimpered, feeling yourself go over the edge. Yelena cut your sentence off by slapping you across the face, which sent you over the edge.

Yelena kept going, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. Stopping her movements when you began to come down from your high, she kissed your cheek.

“You did such a good job, detka, I’m so proud of you.” She praised, pulling out of you. You thought she was going to get up to take the harness off, but instead she pulled you into her arms. “Do you want to lay here for a bit so you can rest a little or would you like Daddy to take the sharpie off your face?”

“Want to rest for a little, like being in your arms.” You whispered, closing your eyes as you took in the moment.

“We can rest for a bit then. Did I go too far?” she asked, and you opened your eyes as you felt her tense up.

“No of course not. I hope you know I was only giving Natasha that much attention to tease you. I only want you.” You reassured her. You hoped that she was only saying all those things to degrade you, not wanting her to ever think that was true.

“I know, baby. Don’t worry, Daddy knows it. Now let’s rest. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”