#buuut i made a cover for my desk chair (which i needed for a while) and if im lucky this actually works out and i can scrap the much more

[michameinmicha]

They really gotta start making the days longer tbh how am i supposed to manage doing all the stupid daily tasks needed to be a functioning human and still have enough time for my necessary daily portion of doing fuckall

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi i just read your work and it is amazing!!!! Buuut, if its possible can you make a part 2 of Scraps? Like, the first one was so good... it kinda needs a sequel😂😂 if thats possible

Had to think about what I would write for a little bit, but I think I've got it.

Scraps (Part 2): Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi, and Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

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tw: NSFW

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A pussy clenching, breath hitching, thighs squeezing mess.

That's what you're reduced to as you're in class, the soundless, dual vibrator/clit sucking device hidden neatly in your underwear.

Ever since you'd been introduced to the Alpha boys, they'd made you their personal plaything. And you didn't really mind; it was something to do when things got boring around the sorority house. But sometimes... they'd take their experiments out of your scope of knowledge.

This was one of them.

You were given the toy and told that if you could hold off on cumming for twelve hours, you'd be rewarded with whatever you wanted. But you couldn't take it out, you couldn't tell anyone - oh, and you didn't know who had the remote to it. The device is only controlled by a discreet, white remote, and any one of the seven men could have it, changing the speed or the pattern of vibrations of the device. Right now, it's on a pulsing cycle, making you squirm slightly in your seat as the professor lectures about art history.

You're sitting in the very back of the lecture hall where no one would sit if they wanted to pass the class. But you're content with today being an off-day. You need to survive this challenge, first.

You can't help but think of the various dicks that would be yours for the choosing once you finish today's challenge. But it's only ten o'clock.

Ten more hours.

Around twelve, you're trying your best to keep yourself calm, sitting on the edge of your seat while you attempt a test. The speed changes from pulsing to a dull vibration, giving you a brief break from the jolts of pleasure that go straight to your clit.

"Ms. Y/n, can you come up to my desk, please? Bring your test." You look up at your professor, who is cooking her finger at you. For a moment, you wonder if she's caught on to your little predicament, but when you approach her desk, she takes your test and crumples it up before throwing it in the trash, much to your surprise. "I forgot to tell you that you have an A in the class, so you don't need to take this test." You sigh in relief, just as the vibration changes to a more intense sensation. You tense up, clenching your legs before thanking your professor and leaving the classroom quickly.

You can't take much more of this.

Around three pm, you're laying in the sorority house, face down in a pillow as you moan, the feeling of an orgasm building on top of the other six or seven ruined orgasms from earlier. But you stuff this one down with the others, tears decorating your pillowcase as you sob in frustration.

Five more hours.

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At six o'clock, you're at your breaking point.

Dinner is at seven, but you can't even focus on anything except the buzzing between your legs. You're hazy, staring at yourself in the mirror and blinking slowly. There had been no relief, no naps, no rest from the torment, but the pink device inside of you persisted, making you want to cum over and over again. All you can do is think about algebra or something disappointing to prevent yourself from cumming all over the device and losing the challenge.

Suddenly, your phone begins to chime, and you raise it to your face, seeing "Alpha House" on the screen.

"Hello?" you breathe into the receiver, and you hear a chuckle on the other end.

"Are you okay, princess?" It's Mikey. The vibrator begins to pulse again, and you bite your lip.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"Come by the house at seven-thirty. The boys are excited to see you." Mikey hangs up the phone and you stifle a loud moan, trying to keep yourself together before you meet the boys.

One hour left.

At seven-thirty, you're standing at the door of the house, and the vibrator is going crazy. You almost didn't make it across the campus without your legs going weak, but you prop yourself up against the door with a hand, quivering at you wait for the boys to answer the door.

"Little sister..." Ran answers the door, his violet eyes observing your quaking figure. "You made it." You try to step through the door, but Ran catches you in his arms, stooping to pick you up. He holds you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how you're such a good girl, and how they're going to take good care of you before the night is over. You're deposited in the den, where the other guys are, and Ran parts your legs with tender fingers, revealing the device nestled inside of your panties.

"All day, huh?" Sanzu wonders, sitting across from you on the couch and stroking your thigh. "You're such a good girl for us. Kakucho, Rindou, and Kokonoi didn't think you would make it."

"We placed bets," Rindou explains, forking his cash over to his brother with a small sigh. "But you proved me wrong." Mikey appears, his black eyes roaming over all of those present in the room before sliding and focusing on your half-dazed self on the couch, legs spread and shaking.

"Ready to guess who had the remote today?" You nod, breath quivering as you look around the room at the men. Your first bet would be on Sanzu, but you figure guessing him would be too obvious. Your second guess would be Rindou, but he also seemed like the most obvious. So you're left with Kakucho, Kokonoi, Mikey, Takeomi, and Ran. "You get three guesses."

Three guesses. Five men.

"M-Mikey?" Various members of the frat shake their heads. Of course, Mikey wouldn't, he just comes up with the ideas. Takeomi seems almost too bored with you, so he's off the list, too. Two guesses and four men. A twenty-five percent chance of getting it right.

"Kakucho?" He shakes his head, leaning on the back of a chair and blinking slowly.

"One more guess."

Kokonoi or Ran. Fifty-percent chance of getting it right. Kokonoi had a class with you today, but you didn't see him move his hands around as you watched from the back of the class at all. But the sensation also didn't change during the class. You have to take a chance, though.

"Ran." The violet-eyed man smiles, then produces the white remote from his pants.

"Smart girl."

"But how--"

"On Wednesdays, my work-study has me all over campus. Every time I saw you or walked by the sorority house, I'd change the vibration." Sanzu chuckles then looks at his watch.

"It's time, ain't it?" Mikey pulls your underwear off, leaving the lacy thing on the floor before looking at the device, then back at you.

"You earned yourself some extra credit," he begins. "Are you ready for us, pretty girl?"

"Yes," you keen, jerking your hips up. "Yes, I am."

"Good." Mikey slides the vibrator out of you and puts it up to your lips so you can taste yourself. You suck the device slowly, fingers coming down to caress your swollen clit as you suck your juices off of it.

After this, he stands you up and bends you over the back of the couch, feeling a large, warm pair of hands on your hips. "I'm not going last this time," Takeomi mutters, pants down around his ankles. "Been waiting for this all day." You're more than prepared to take his length, your pussy squelching and sucking his cock into you. "Fuck, yeah..." The slapping sounds of your backside against Takeomi's hips begin, and you moan, feeling the relief of a cock filling you up.

The other six just watch, some with their dicks out, others palming themselves over their pants. Mikey, as usual, is standing at the back of the room, watching the scene before him with crossed arms. This is his foreplay.

He enjoys watching and listening to you squeal more than anything. He enjoys having control over six men who will bend you over and use you as a willing cum dump if necessary, like a breeder who requires his bulls to try their luck with you, the lone heifer.

And it's pleasurable enough for you to keep coming back for more.

"Why don't we record this one?" Sanzu wonders and Takeomi laughs.

"You're gonna have to ask little sister, here. She might not--"

"That-that's fine," you pant.

"Just a little POV thing," Ran adds, pulling out his phone. "Make it real nice, Takeomi." You look back and watch the man inside of you point the phone at the space between your hips, watching his cock go in and out of you with a smile on his face.

"Look at that pussy... she's creaming all over my cock..."

And each frat brother waits his turn to cum in you, with Ran's being the most you've ever felt inside of you at one time, and Sanzu's being the roughest. Kokonoi is taking his turn when you feel cum sliding down your leg, and when he's done, cum drains out of you in a small flood. Your fingers, which have been running over your clit and bringing you close to climaxing, are covered in it, and you want so desperately to stick them inside of yourself and then suck them dry.

Kakucho takes his time bringing you pleasure, tweaking your nipples, and running his tongue down your back and up again. You suppose someone else is filming you two, because both of his hands are on your body as he pumps you full of cum, ghosting his fingers over the slight bulge from his long cock.

Rindou is last, and you watch Mikey pull out his own cock, stroking it while Rin slams his hips into you, making you moan louder than you thought possible. He grips your neck from behind, choking you lightly as you let drool run past your lips and onto the couch. You hear Ran complimenting his brother on his fucking, and your raise on your tiptoes, praying his dick would stop slamming into your cervix.

"Take it," Rin whispers in your ear. "You can take it, sweet girl." You choke out a cry, then grip the couch for all it's worth as Rindou lets himself go. When he pulls out, Mikey stands, his eyes focused on your face as he walks around the couch, taking the phone from Ran and pointing it at your filled and abused pussy.

"Push it all out for me, sweetheart." You obey, feeling the cum leak out of you rapidly before Mikey stands, swiping his cockhead over your pussy lips. "You haven't cum yet?" You shake your head, breathing heavily. "Go ahead and cum on my dick." Mikey enters you and fiddles with your swollen clit, bringing you back to the edge and not relenting. You get no warning prior to the orgasm crashing over you; the feeling of release almost taking you out.

"Oh my fucking god," you cry out, and Mikey pistons his hips a little faster as you clench around him.

"That's a good pussy," he grunts, left hand gripping your hip while he cums inside of you, growling low in his throat. When he's done, he backs away, watching you push out his cum, too. "Now I want you to get on the floor and lick it up," he orders you. "Lick all of our cum up."

You get on your knees and lick the puddle off the polished wooden floor, each man watching you with slack jaws. When you're done, you show Mikey your tongue. He approaches you, grabs your throat, and spits in it, closing your mouth as you swallow that, too.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?"

[writtenfan]

Sketched in Blood

Severus x Reader Imagine

As Requested...although I accidentally lost the exact worded request...here it is!

Summary: You're called into a hideously pink office after causing “trouble” in a class that shouldn’t be even called a class taught by Dolores Umbridge. You're left with more than just a mark. And he is left with more than just a simple concern...

“You should have kept your mouth shut like I requested miss/mr l/n” she said lovingly “But I raised my hand! students are allowed to ask questions aren't they?!” She cocked her head and pursed her lips pursed gazing at you “sweetly”. Then she took a small breath in and let it out in a soft musical way as she centered a small cat figure on her desk.

“Of course! All students can voice their opinions…” she said charmingly.  “Buuut!” she sang as she rose gently from her table and placed a hand on your shoulder.

 “Within, reason…” she whispered

 “...and some opinions...are...better than others.” 

You let out a fake laugh. “Within reason, Whose’s reason, and what do you mean by ”better than others?”.

“Why within reason of the ministry of course!” she laughed sliding her hand off your shoulder and moving herself to the wall behind her desk to sort a few objects on her shelf. 

“ You kept on asking about using spells..” she sighed sweetly as she picked up a small cat with angel wings and tapped it into a new spot  “to defend yourself…” she picked up another and tapped it down, a bit harder this time. “After I told you so many times,” she picked up another. “There was no use.” she let it clink against the wood “for such a thing.” she swiped a finger across the shelf and looked at flicking away some dust. You stared at her with fuming eyes, who the hell did this woman think she was saying. “But that's wrong.” you spat, calmly yet aggressively. “Oh my my my….” she cooed looking at you with worrisome eyes holding her hands as if she was praying against her chin. “I guess. Living with muggles really has made you quite the aggressive oaf!” she said lovingly as she took slow steps towards you “It seems you may need the discipline, you oh so awfully missed out on as a child…” she cooed. “You need not raise your voice to your elder's young lad/lady…” she pulled out a small stack of papers from her desk daintily, and then an elegant feathered quill “ or deliberately disobey their instructions…” You were absolutely vexed clenching your hands against the side of the desk in front you. Aggressive? Oaf?! “What do my parents have to do with anything!?” you growled as she softly tapped the objects onto your tabletop. “Oh, everything dear..” she clicked her tongue  … “sadly for you..more than you know…” she sighed staring at you with her small smiley eyes. “Go on. Write me some lines…” she pointed a finger at the paper. You glared at her, “write...hmm...I will control my behavior…” she seemed to ponder a bit as she looked at you… “and since you obviously don't have the mind of a real polite wizard-” “WHAT?!” “..and be quiet when told...” she whispered grinning brightly. You rolled the quil against your fingers wanting to snap it in your hand.  You attacked the paper with the quill and wrote her stupid phrase down against the sheet. Your handwriting was messy and small. “How many times..” you muttered as you continued to write without concern..” she slid to her desk and sat down placing her elbows on the table and her hands under her chin. “Oh..As long as it takes for it to...sink in dear.” she gently spoke.

It only took a few minutes as a burning, tearing, sensation rose from your non-dominant hand. You hissed and threw the quill down on the table, it rolled onto the floor. “I will control my behavior and be quiet when told.” Every letter stung and tore and bled, You grasped your wrist and yelled out in pain. All the while Ms. Umbridge smiled softly at you, eyes pinned at your face. “Keep writing dear.” she cooed as she took out her wand and placed the quill magically back on your desk. The lines on your hand started to tear faster and faster until it caught up to what was on your paper. You breathed heavily out your mouth sweat dripped onto the paper, blotching up the words which made your hand sting even more as you saw the blood on your hand blend a bit.

“Keep the paper dry dear...my and I thought you had manners…you shouldn’t spit on your paper like a troll” she tisked turning her chair away from you, picking up a book of her shelf  “Go on...write.”

You had left the office, your whole forearm was covered in now drying blood lines..you held your robe against your arm and then that arm against your chest, in stinging agony.

You were headed over to the nurse's office, despite Dolores instructions to “keep her punishment practices under hat or else. You cursed at her name and stormed towards the infirmary. But...the pain. Ugh. It hurt so much….You looked up from your arm and saw the light coming from a cracked door coming from a familiar office. You would just ask for something to help cuts and scrapes. Nothing more. You didn’t want her, to hurt you any more than she did already. You knocked softly. “Ugh...if you must...Come in.” you heard, from inside project. You stepped inside. The room was dimly lit and smelled of wet stone. Yet there was no one inside, “Professor?” you called softly as walked into the middle of the room. Automatically a head popped out of the closet to your right. You jumped, “Miss./Mr. L/n..”... he wasn’t wearing the robe over his suit and kept on patting at his top as silver powder puffed off. He walked towards you, in huge swift steps, when he stopped he flipped his hair back and adjusted it with his hand. “What brings you here so late?” You gave him the best normal smile you could muster, in return he gave you a rare soft grin back. “Do you have anything for cuts and scrapes...I was headed to the infirmary but...Its, really hurting a gal/guy and I could use something for it..”  You weren't holding on to your arm anymore to not seem obvious. But he eyed up and down before letting out a low “hmph” in silent agreement. He turned with grace and moved back into the closet. You followed his steps and peered inside. It was filled to the brim with vials and glasses and tubes. You looked up, it never seemed to stop surprisingly. A long wooden ladder was the only thing that allowed you to go any higher, and he supported himself on it as he squatted down to gather a rather slim vial filled with blue liquid. He popped up and started heading towards the door, making you move out of his way. “Show me the wound. I need to make sure this is the right kind of mixture for your specific type,” he muttered holding the tube with his middle finger and thumb in front of him. You hesitated, he raised his eyebrow. “Come on. I don't have all day..”

“Uh...I’d rather not...I'd rather…” he rolled his eyes in response. “Fine then. I can't help you…” you nodded and before you turned away to leave. You absentmindedly reached for your arm as a pain shot through your nerves. He saw that motion and darted his hand for the cuff of your robe and yanked it back. “What in the world…” he muttered. The open damp air of his office made it sting harder. “AGgh” you shouted as he slammed the vial down on the table and placed his open palm under your arm as he pulled back your sleeve more and inspected the red words with disgust. “Who. Did. This?” he spoke calmly, although each word felt like a throat punch.

You began to laugh nervously, choking back some unwanted sobs. “Ms. Umbridge...b-but you can't tell anyone” your voice quivered. He let go of your sleeve and pushed against your back towards a nearby table. “Sit. Now,” he growled as he turned back around and swooped up the vial. He then sped over to a cabinet behind his desk and pulled out a long spool of a wool bandage. He rushed back to you poured some of the liquid on and watched it foam like soap. He held out the vial. “Hold,” he instructed. You grabbed the vial as he took both his hands and nimbly began wrapping the bandage around your arm. He was so careful it hardly stung as he mover your arm up and down so that he could get it around fully. He then took out his wand and muttered a word and you watched the bandage snap from its source and meld with its other end, snug and tight. A tear fell from your eye and onto your house pin. He looked down at your face with concern which then turned enraged. “That little....” he hissed looking down at your arm with a hand over his mouth as he thought on what he should do.

“Go back to your dorm and rest.” he pointed to the door. “Don't touch the bandage”.

You looked up at him and gave him a forced smile. “Thanks..”you softly choked as you moved towards the door, giving him one last pleading look “ and please...don't- don't get me into even more trouble with her now? Promise?” he nodded and you left. Feeling nervous.

SLAM

The china cats all jumped in their plates and hissed in fear.

“Oh Severus...please, don't startle them like that!” she hurried over to her walls and shushed and petted the china plates, fixing a few as Severus glared at her with fuming rage. “How dare you,” he growled. He took a step towards her. She snapped her head towards him keeping the look of absolute innocence on her face. “Do what? Severus...what is on your…” she sized him up quite noticeably “your...pretty little mind” he bared his teeth in a sneer. “You can't just go along causing students to harm themselves with your corrupt discipline practices.” She turned back towards the wall and gave a kitty plate one last pat before swooping in front of Severus, hands politely behind her back. “Oh and who says I have?” she asked curiously as she leaned forward and brushed some stray blue liquid from his chest. He lurched back and pointed at her. “Don't touch me,” he growled. He then swept his eyes around the room and saw a quill dripping red ink onto a bloodied cloth. She moved infront of his view “You really shouldn’t be listening to these students that hard Severus” she sang. Staring up at him without blinking. A cold chill ran up his spine, but that only fueled his rage. He had to think, he couldn’t just bluntly tell her off when she had the whole ministry at her fingertips, she would reword what he would say...probably even get them involved… “Just know that I will be watching you. To make sure you're really following the ministries, instructions. “ he pressed his thumb firmly against the back of his hand trying to control the words and actions he really wanted to commit. “I can't have my students with carved words into there flesh...it would be very unwise to continue this...Umbridge…for your sake. He took a step towards her, she didn’t even move. “Who knows what such a claim of disciplinary action could do to your reputation...especially if those assume you did so under prejudices against a specific sort of wizarding blood…” he cooed viciously. Her eyes furrowed a bit, and her nose scrunched in anger. But only for a second. She let out a huge sigh and fluttered her way back to her desk, slowly pushing the quill into an open drawer before shutting it softly..”why I don't know what your talking about Sevvy.., you don't have to worry...oh those awful students and their lies...oh woe is me..” she whimpered fakely. Smiling up at him. He couldn’t stand her anymore. He let out a low grunt before turning around and leaving the way he came. This time, one of those little kitties came tumbling down.

He kept on asking you how it was ever since that night. He checked your arm rather frequently and against your will, dabbing this and that on it. Trying to prevent major scarring...in the end, most of the words had healed fully, yet some words were left imprinted on your arm here and there and that made him curse at the crazy witch. You made a joke softly about how now you might look cool now at least. Although he didn’t laugh.

“If she ever bothers you again. Tell me. I don't care what she may threaten to do to me anymore. She can't hurt you under my watch. Understand?”

“Yes. of course...thank you...Severus.” You whispered as he hesitantly and gently rubbed his thumb across your bandage, before leaving the room.