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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑺/𝑶 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅)

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

✿𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

"Baby? What are you doing?"

Hongjoong smirked as he watched you perch yourself on top of his work desk. You purposefully bent down so he could get a glimpse of your cleavage and a peek at the lace red bra that was part of the set he had bought you on your anniversary, his all time favorite. He sucked in a breath and licked his lips. He tried cupping your chin to kiss you, but you swatted his hand away.

"Nuh uh Kim Hongjoong. This time....I'm in charge." You grinned mischievously at him.

Hongjoong merely chuckled with an amused tone as you brushed your lips against his, your teeth biting on his lower lip.

"Don't play with fire baby. You'll get burned." He warned you.

But you ignored him, instead opting for kissing down his neck, leaving hickeys all over it. Hongjoong let you have your fun for a few minutes before slamming you down on his desk, hands pushing your skirt up, revealing your soaking red panties. Hongjoong snapped one of the garter belts' straps against your thigh and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sting.

"Now darling....let me remind you who's really in charge."

✿𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

You lifted your face up from the pillow, a tired groan coming out from your lips. Trying to lift yourself up on your arms, you fell back on the bed, body still shaking from the intensity of your little session with Seonghwa. You heard the devil himself get off the bed and start dressing himself. Turning your head, you saw him give you a cocky smile.

"What? Don't give me that look doll. You brought this upon yourself." He chuckled as he zipped up his pants.

You pouted as you rolled yourself onto your back, hissing at the sting in between your thighs. But at least now you made a mental note not to try to dom your boyfriend, unless you wanted him to make you cum 7 times in less than an hour.

Seonghwa did feel some pity for you though.

"Come on love, don't pout. You know I'll take care of you."

Seonghwa kissed your head before going inside the bathroom to start running you a warm bath to help soothe your aching body. You made grabby hands when he finally came out, making him roll his eyes at you when he picked you up.

"Ok come on you little brat. Let's get you cleaned up."

✿𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho watched you sink yourself down on his huge cock, suppressing a moan that was threatening to come out. He agreed to let you top him for once, amused and curious to see exactly what you would pull out. He was fairly impressed but he also knew you were absolutely no top material. So he just watched you slide in and out of his cock, enjoying the visual of watching your breasts bounce in front of him.

"Y-Yunho?" He heard your voice cry out.

"Yes baby?" His hands rested themselves on the side of your hips, a smug grin on his face, knowing exactly what was happening.

"I.....I..." You bit your lip as your movement slowed down, beginning to feel tired already.

Yunho cooed at you in a mocking tone.

"Giving up so soon honey? What a shame."

You gasped when Yunho sat up, his hand grabbing the back of your head as he began pounding into you from underneath, making you writhe and shake uncontrollably as you neared your high so soon. Yunho's raspy voice had you whimpering as he whispered in your ear.

"Don't get it wrong baby. I'm still the boss."

✿𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at you.

"Y/N....." He warned you.

You smirked at him.

"Whaaat?" You imitated his tone.

"Watch it." He sternly told you.

"Or what? Tell me. What are you going to do Yeosang?"

You leaned your face close to his, trying to intimidate him. Although Yeosang did back away from you, he was by no means intimidated. He just blinked at you, staying completely silent, which you erroneously mistook as him submitting to you.

"That's what I thought. The great Kang Yeosang is nothing but a little sub-"

Your words got caught in your mouth as soon as Yeosang's hand wrapped around your neck, applying pressure on the side. The corner of his lip curled slightly.

"That's more like it. Quiet, hushed little baby that knows when to keep their mouth shut."

He leaned in as his grip tightened around your neck, his lips ghosting over your lips.

"Why not put that big fat mouth of yours to work darling? I'm itching to watch you choke on my cock."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

"Still thought you had a chance at topping me baby?"

San landed another hard smack on your ass as his hips sped up, your walls clenching around him.

"I-I..." You began stuttering now.

"Pathetic. Can't even form any words." He clicked his tongue.

San pulled you up against his chest, his free hand toying with your nipples.

"See? See how you're just my dumb little slut? My cock can't even let you think straight." He teased you.

When he felt you getting close, he halted his movements, making you whine at being denied your orgasm.

"San! I want to cum!" You told him.

San leaned in and whispered in your ear with an evil tone.

"Then beg for it you little slut. Beg me to fuck you until it hurts."

You whimpered but obliged nonetheless.

"Please! San! Let me cum!"

It wasn't good enough for San though.

"Beg harder for me you little whore......"

You almost came at nothing when he added:

"And it's master to you slave."

✿𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi chuckled when you pinned his arms on the bed, making you frown.

"Mingi!" You whined, rather too cutely than what the situation called for.

"Yes baby?" He couldn't help but smile fondly at you.

"I'm trying to take charge right now and you're not being cooperative." You complained.

Mingi couldn't help but giggle.

"Honey, it's kinda hard to take you seriously when you get all whiny like that."

You huffed and released his arms.

"I'm done here."

You moved to get off him, but he held you in place.

"Hold on now princess/prince. I'm not exactly finished yet."

Licking his lips, he began sucking on your neck, leaving red spots along the side. You knew he was smirking every time you made a particularly loud noise.

When Mingi chuckled darkly, you knew you were screwed.

"Just cause I treat you like royalty, doesn't mean you always get it your way. Remember..."

He winked at you as he pinned you down on the bed, arms raised above you with just one of his hands.

"I'm still your king."

✿𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Wooyoung had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he looked down at the state you were in.

"Hmmm? What was that you said before? Care to repeat it?"

At this point you couldn't reply even if you wanted to, his fingers were moving so fast inside of you and your vision was becoming more and more blurry. Wooyoung noticed too.

"Oh that's right. I remember you're all bark and no bite hun."

Your back arched off the bed when he found that special place that would have you quivering in seconds. The squelching sounds coming from Wooyoung's abuse on your tight hole and your pants were the only things heard through the room, the neighbors would probably think you two were filming a porn video.

Wooyoung let out a satisfied groan when you came, his movements slowing down gradually to help you ride out your thigh. He pulled his fingers out, making sure to collect some of your cum and spread it around his fingers to show you.

"See baby? Got you cumming in less than 3 minutes."

You blushed as you recollected what you said earlier that day, regretting that you underestimated him and got too confident with yourself.

"I'm the real dom in this relationship baby."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

You could tell Jongho was trying so hard to contain himself from laughing at your pitiful attempt to dom him.

"I'm gonna have you be-begging for me baby boy." You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Jongho, always the sweetheart for you, simply played along.

"Oh yeah? Tell me what are you going to do to me?" He purposefully flexed his arm muscles through his white dress shirt, effectively distracting you.

You knew this was a stupid idea. Who were you kidding? You were no dom, especially not when you were dating someone like Jongho. He patiently waited for your reply, looking at you so cheerfully and cutely.

Sighing in defeat, you got off him.

"I can't do this! Jongho just fuck me against the wall or something!"

As soon as the words were out, he picked you up very easily and slammed you onto the nearest wall. Your hands gripped his arms, loving the way his they felt under the material of his shirt. You sucked in a breath when he began undoing his belt.

"I thought you'd never ask baby..."

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kurokuma-gang · 3 years ago

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Meet the Gang

In this world of chaos and bloodshed, above the pile of corpses and rubble stands perhaps the deadliest gang known to man. The Kurokuma Gang. A group of specially made human Monokuma robot models with advanced AIs and greatly deadly abilities. They are ruthless, they are merciless, they are the embodiment of evil and despair themselves. They are so wicked, no other criminals would ever want to be a part of their gang. Not that they’d have a chance with these beasts. Know them well and beware.

*Characters are named from left to right.*

Prince Jeremy (King Monokuma): Son of the Don, Kurokuma himself, and the one of the most important figures of the Kurokuma gang itself. He is a spoiled brat through and through, believing himself to be above everyone and everything. He sees himself as the embodiment of pure royalty and demands absolute loyalty and obidience from everyone. He will not take any losses as faults of his own. His pride won’t allow it. It never did and never will.

Damia (Destroyer Monokuma): Commander of the Destroyer Monokuma models and a pure destruction lover. Take your pick: arson, genocide, manslaughter, filicide, she’ll take nothing but pure pleasure in such things. She will not hesitate to satisfy her lust for destruction in anyway possible, whether it’s breaking the minds of others or ‘other’ things will her boyfriend, Nina. ‘Burn the world to the ground with grace and beauty’, as she says.

Savage (Beast Monokuma): Captain of the beast monokuma models and Kurokuma’s right hand man. A violent beast in every sense of the word. He is unhinged, wild, and deadly. He is basically a animal that enjoys brutalizing and ripping his prey to pieces rather than give them a moments peace. He can be calm, but can lose it due to his extremely short fuse and extremely high sadistic nature. Be careful around this wild animal, otherwise you’ll get mauled to death.

Nina (Bomber Monokuma): Captain of the Bomber Monokuma models, effeminate to a T, and a massive fan of explosives. Take your pick. Nuclear, Chemical, firecracker, mechanical, missiles, artillery shells, etc, he has set of at least one of them in his lifetime. But he doesn’t just blow things up for the fun of it, as fun as that is for him. He sees himself as an explosive artist, setting up a chain of explosives in specific locations to get the best explosion outcome. One such explosion was in the form of a smoke cloud that was in the shape of a heart as he declared his love to Damia. He wish for the world to exploded so he can see an explosion truly amazing.

Gaurdia (Shield Monokuma): Captain of the Shield Monokuma models and the mighty knight of the Kurokuma gang. She takes great honor in the might of her shield, blieveing nothing can break through it as she commands her knights with honor and dignity. She goes as far as to use any material to increase the strength of her shield in many ways, guorging it with as much dense materials as possible. As a result, she has become a bit of a greedy hoarder, all for the desire of making her shield more powerful than ever. As a knight of honor, she will not draw her sword, but she’ll stand her ground to the bitter end.

Delilah (Ball Monokuma): Donna of the Kurokuma gang and Captain of the Ball Monokumas. Known as the Jewel of beauty, this thicc milf is all for crushing all those who stands in her and Kurokuma’s way. She rolls into battle with the uses of a special sphere she generates around her, she has bested even the mightiest of combatants in battle. However, despite all her fan, she hungers for one thing: the taste of others. Whether it’s just a lick on the cheek, a deep kiss, or......’other’ things, she has a near endless hunger that Kurokuma has yet to satisfy. As such, she seeks subsistence from any person she comes across, consent or otherwise.

Aria (Siren Monokuma): Captain of the Siren monokuma models and songtress of the Kurokuma gang. Despite being a Siren Monokuma and a member of the Kurokuma gang, Aria is actually the most docile and silent member of the gang. She usually hangs out in the background of the Kurokuma gang’s sadistic actions, singing to herself and playing games with the Marauders of Despair. As a result of her being the least sadistic and least deadly member of the Kurokuma gang, she’s sometimes called ‘Sloth’ for being so lazy in the other members eyes.

Inanity (Junk Monokuma): Captain of the junk Monokuma models and one of the most dangerous members of the gang. Due to how he was made, his body is the most frail of the gang members, leaving him envious of his teammates more perfected bodies. While he lacks the looks and stablity, he makes up for in deadly creativity due to his ability to repair himself in many ways. If he loses a arm, a new one can be made from the rubble around him. Due to his ability of self-repair and self-rebuild, this makes Inanity the hardest member of the Kurokuma gang to kill. As such, be mindful of this deadly foe, or you’ll be joining the junk pile soon enough.

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escaping-explosions · 4 years ago

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Tease - Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, creampie, smut up the ass, teasing, choking, sex toy use, sexting

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Aizawa being tortured by his SO and then fucking them furiously so I made it and I definitely wrote it all in one night so there’s probably a lot of mistakes so pls be kind I haven’t written in a long time ;-;

You were about to be murdered. You definitely had the feeling that you were going to enjoy what whatever was coming to you but you were definitely going to die sometime tonight.

Aizawa’s eyes were burning holes into the sheer blouse that settled gently around your shoulders but you paid him no mind, continuing to prattle on whatever ridiculous subject Nezu had requested you speak about. All of Aizawa’s students paid rapturous attention, leaning forward in their seats as you spoke. The thoughts of the number ten hero, y/h/n, were important stuff after all.

“Okay, does anyone have any questions?” your perky voice shook Aizawa out of his stupor. Shame, anger and arousal crawled over his skin in turn as he lifted his gaze to meet your piercing y/e/c eyes. Try as he might, Aizawa couldn’t shake the vision of the filthy fucking photos you had sent him right before you entered his classroom. Unsuspecting of your true intentions, he had opened the files and choked on his coffee. The chatter of the classroom had stilled as a few of his students asked frantically if he was okay. He brushed them off as he scrolled through the photos you had sent him. The first ones had been innocent enough pictures of you getting dressed but the next few were… lewd to say the least. In one, you were flashing the soft dove grey lingerie set he had gotten you for your birthday to the camera, breasts pushed high by the bra. That was enough to make his mouth water but the next photo was you lifting the long, modest skirt you were wearing to show your fingers pressed against your dripping, wet pussy. The lacy thong was dark with your slick and you had evidently been playing with your pussy for a while because your fingers were wet up to the knuckles. He had shivered at the image, cock already getting hard as he yearned to take a taste and it took everything in him not to lick the surface of the phone itself.

The last photo was the true reason why he was currently so feral and why he was rock hard under his black joggers. It must have taken you forever to get the angle right in the mirror but you had bent over, hiked up the skirt and peeking from underneath the lace thong, was a gold princess plug with a red stone on the end. You had taken the photos this morning right before leaving the house and made sure to hit send to Aizawa before you walked in the room just to rile him up. You knew exactly what that would do to him: the thought of you pressing the plug into your ass and then strutting into his classroom like you owned the place. You hoped it would drive him wild and by the absolutely irritated look he had on his face when you walked in, you accomplished your goal and then some.

Aizawa ground his teeth together as hands shot up into the air, clenching his hands at his side. The softness of his pants grounded him reality. He was about to crawl right out of his skin if he didn’t get his hands on you like, yesterday, but these damn brats won’t stop asking questions. He didn’t blame them for being starstruck, you were pretty incredible but lord help him. He instead focused on how your voice sounded as it cheerily and sweetly answered all the inane questions that the brats asked, focused on how your eyes sparkled with pure, liquid evil, focused on how he was going to get his revenge on you later.

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After class was dismissed for the day, Aizawa had requested that you meet him in his classroom so you could have go home together since you took the bus over.

And, you hoped, for a naughty rendezvous in his classroom.

You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation, the cool, wetness between your legs only hastening your stride. You had been toying with this idea of teasing Aizawa at school for a few months now so when Principal Nezu called to ask if you could speak to the class, you accepted without hesitating. The purchasing of the outfit and the plug were a little difficult since you lived with your boyfriend and his prying eyes but thankfully you had a very deep hall closet where things tended to get… “lost”. The get up for today had been squirrelled away and had been thrown on in a rush as soon as Aizawa had left to teach this morning.

Judging by the thunderous expression on your boyfriend’s face as you entered his classroom, you were going to get exactly what you wanted.

“Hi baby!” You strode across the room and fell into his lap to give him a kiss but he pushed you away. Hurt bloomed in your chest. Was he… That upset about the photos?

Aizawa closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, his brows knitted together in annoyance. He inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose, a clear sign that he was stressed beyond measure. Your heart stuttered in your chest, suddenly regretful and unsure of yourself and your behavior today. Was it too much? It was probably too much.

“I fucking hate you.” You flinched at his words, a cold slap of words shocking you. Your head dropped in shame, the burning spreading across your cheeks and threatening to spill out of your eyes. Damnit, you really miscalculated this one.

“Get on the fucking desk.”

Your head snapped up, shocked as hell.

What?

Black, burning eyes met your gaze when you lifted your head. Aizawa’s eyes burned with fury, desire, and a hunger you’ve only seen a couple times from him. Boy oh boy, did it make you weak in your knees and your thighs squeezed together in reflex. With just with one look, your boyfriend already had you in the palm of his hand, dripping wet to the point you could feel strings of your slick sliding down your thighs.

He clicked his tongue in exasperation. “Kitten, I don’t like repeating myself. Get on the fucking desk or you’re going to be punished even more than I had initially planned.” Aizawa impatiently thumped the surface of the desk with his fingers and you didn’t hesitate to scramble up, crossing your legs as you did so but your boyfriend shook his head at this. “Don’t be shy now kitten, spread your legs so I can see that fucking pussy.” His voice was low, almost a growl as he ordered you to expose yourself to the cool air of the classroom. As he spoke, he smoothed his large palms up your calves. You shivered at his touch, tensing up slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Aizawa slid his hands under your skirt as his hazy black eyes zeroed in on your legs, pushing it up as he caressed your thighs in almost worshipful tenderness. Your heart softened for a second: he was always like this, touching you like you were something precious and delicate.

The soft touches quickly turned rough as your boyfriend forced your legs apart and hooked his fingers into your lacy thong in one motion. His voice hardened as he spoke. “You’re such a fucking slut, Y/N. Coming into my classroom with a goddamn buttplug in, talking to my fucking kids about school when I know all you want is to be plugged full of my fucking cum.” You shivered as you let out an involuntary mewl. Your boyfriend was the best at dirty talk and when he was furious like this, it only increased a hundredfold.

“Oh come on baby,” you tease breathlessly, your pussy clenching as your panties were pulled unceremoniously off. “You know you-“ The rest of your sentence was choked off as your boyfriend brought the completely soaked material up to his nose and inhaled the scent of your arousal. You whimpered, wishing it was your pussy next to his mouth. His tongue slipped out from between his lips and he lapped at the slick that coated the lace trapped between his fingers. His eyes fluttered shut as he could taste how turned on you were.

“What a filthy fucking slut. You’re so wet, look at you.” Without preamble, Aizawa dropped his hand to between your thighs and shoved two of his long fingers into your sloppy cunt causing you to throw your head back with a groan.

Oh fuck. Aizawa’s fingers filled you up in ways you had been needing all day and you rocked your hips in desperation, trying to get him to move them inside you but he remained still.

“Shouta plea-“ Your pleas were cut off by Aizawa’s sudden grip on your throat. Your breath caught and your eyes widened as you felt his fingers flex in a silent threat. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘please’, ‘more’, or ‘Daddy’, I don’t want to fucking hear it, kitten,” he spat out, his face twisting with lust and anger. “Got it?” You nod furiously, thankful that he was holding onto your throat or you would have been crying for his fat cock. Already, the slight lack of oxygen was making your head swim in the most delicious way as Aizawa gently leaned you back onto the table. He released you for a brief moment to snag a hair tie from his desk. With the darkest, smoldering look in his eyes, he tied his long hair back into a loose bun and renewed his grip on your throat.

Slightly reclining, his forearm was pressed against your chest to ensure that you didn’t move and that his grip stayed on your throat. Aizawa lowered his head between your thighs and you could feel yourself get wetter as he exhaled on your pussy. He admired the glistening shine of your arousal that coated your thighs and was leaking out of your pussy before diving in. Your shout of surprise turned into a cry of pleasure. Your dark haired boyfriend ate your pussy like a man starved, tongue fucking you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. His tongue was slithering up and down your slit, dipping into your hole as his fingers pulled out. Occasionally, he would give a gentle suck to your clit which made you thrash, threatening to throw his hand off your neck.

“D-Daddy,” you whimper, slapping your hand over your mouth in hopes of strangling the cries before they came out. Aizawa pulled away from your pussy and in a low, dangerous voice that sent shockwaves straight to your pussy, he said “Don’t do that, I want to hear you cry.” His piercing black eyes latched onto yours as you shakily let your hand fall from your mouth. This entire time, he hadn’t stopped fingerfucking you, the desk slightly squeaking across the linoleum from the force of his pumping. You nodded at him and let out a high moan, the wet squelching of his fingers in your pussy sending your hormones through the roof. Your orgasm rapidly approaching, you let your head fall backwards and your eyes rolled back, fingers grasping at the loose fabric of your boyfriend’s black sweater.

All of the sudden, you were too empty and your eyes flew open.

“W-Wha, Daddy! Please!” You stuttered in betrayal at being brought to the edge and then left hanging. You were so close to cumming, you would have done anything but Aizawa had other ideas. His expression was cool but his eyes still burned with the same anger and lust from before as he sat backwards into his teacher’s chair.

“Filthy slut, you don’t get to cum before I do.” Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his heavy cock spring free of his sweats. His cock looked angry and dark, head purpling and wet with precum and you couldn’t wait to get it inside of you. Aizawa lazily picked up your abandoned thong, still soaked with your arousal and gripped it in his palm with his cock.

Black eyes bored into your own as he began to stroke his cock with your panties. The slick sound of his cock against the fabric was so hot, you were surprised that you didn’t burst into flames. As much as you wanted to reach for him, you knew that he would continue to deny you your orgasm if you misbehaved so you fidgeted in your spot, wishing it was your cunt wrapped lovingly around his cock, slicking it up with your wetness instead. Aizawa let his head drop back, letting out a guttural groan as he stroked his cock, already imaging your tightness wrapped around him.

“Fuck baby, do you know what the fuck you did to me today? How badly I wanted to fuck you all fucking day?” You whimpered and snuck a hand between your thighs, a couple of fingers pressing deep into your pussy hoping to take the empty ache away. The soft wet noises of you both touching yourselves filled the room. “Your slutty little cunt is just waiting to be filled with my load, isn’t it baby?” Aizawa grunted, twisting his wrist a little as he continued to jerk off. “You want to be bred, baby? You’ll really be able to call me Daddy then, won’t you?” You jerk your head in agreement, desperately scissoring your fingers inside yourself as you tried to find that spot in you that would see stars.

“Come over here baby, come ride Daddy’s fucking dick,” the dark haired man growled, tossing your panties to the side and you threw yourself off the desk and into his lap. With one fluid motion, your boyfriend had turned you around and spread your legs. You marveled at his strength, he had your leg hiked up in the air with one arm, exposing you to the silent room. With the other hand, he grabbed his cock and gently tapped it against your slit, the tackiness of your slick dripping down his cock. You helped him guide his cock into your waiting entrance and let out a long, low moan at the feeling of your boyfriend’s fat fucking cock stretching your tight cunt. As soon as he got the head of his cock in, Aizawa got impatient and dropped you onto his cock, punching a shout of surprise from your lungs.

You hooked your arm around his neck so you could see his face as you experimentally rolled your hips. Both of your eyes rolled back as you started to move, your tight channel sucking him in deeper and deeper and his girth stretching you in ways you had been craving all day. As he filled you, you could feel the plug that was in your ass moving in tandem, seperated from his cock by only a thin layer in your body. You were so full but you couldn’t help yourself, you kept fucking yourself back on his cock. With every bounce, you jostled the plug inside you and it just felt so good to be so full that you continued to ride your boyfriend. The lewd slapping sounds of your bodies moving together made you both moan in lust. Aizawa attempted to muffle his moans by sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the skin. This earned him a high pitched whine from you and you bounced even harder on his cock, feeling your orgasm nearing.

“D-Daddy,” you gasped, sparks firing off low in your belly.

“Yeah, yeah baby, you gonna cum?” Aizawa panted, reaching around and gently stroking your clit. “Cum on baby, cum on Daddy’s dick.”

Hearing your boyfriend give you permission to cum was all you needed to push you over the edge. You screamed as the force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, slick squirting out over Aizawa’s fingers and dripping down his cock. Your boyfriend wasn’t far behind, biting into your shoulder to mask his cry as he came inside you, the pulsing of his cock almost arousing you again.

As you both came down from your highs, you could feel Aizawa laughing into your shoulder.

“Nasty, naughty fucking girl.”

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jinkicake · 5 years ago

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All Tied Up

Tendou can be such a little shit when it comes to teasing, you set to figure out why it is so much fun.

Tendou Satori x Reader

For anon who requested this! I hope this is okay, I had fun writing it.

THIS IS STRAIGHT UP SMUT. So please read it with caution. (｀∀´)Ψ

WC- 2,220

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“P-please” You can’t help but whine pathetically, your eyes squeezed shut as your hips raise off the ground to follow Tendou’s fingers. Speaking of the devil, the redhead is situated between your thighs, one of his fingers ghosting circles around your clit. He chuckles lowly at each rise of your hips before he blows on the sensitive area.

“Please what, pretty girl?” He only teases you further, hands roughly massaging your thighs as he continues to eye your clothed mound.

“Touch me.” The command is so low, so quiet, in such a hushed whisper that a large grin appears on your boyfriend’s face. He pulls himself off of his knees to hover over your body, his lips now ghosting over your own, a thigh resting between your legs.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that angel.” His red eyes lighten amusedly when he notices your puffed out cheeks and furrowed brows. You’re about two seconds from pushing him over and using him as your own personal dildo. “Use your words, you’re my sweet girl aren’t you?” He coos and lowers a hand to rest against your throat, the touch only irritating you further.

Fueled in the moment of desperation for the relief you push his shoulders back and use your legs to flip him around. You’re sitting on top of him now with your hands resting on his abdomen and Tendou can only watch you with utter adoration swimming in his eyes.

“I’m going to use you like a fucking toy and then leave you with blue balls!” You state before sitting back against him, purposely pressing your ass against his clothed member. A low sigh leaves your lips at the feeling of the hard length but you shake your head, reminding yourself that you’re here on a mission.

Mission: Blue Ball Tendou to The Point of Tears

Tendou watches you like a hawk as you glance around the room, you’re looking for something to keep him still with.

“Stay.” You eye him seriously before quickly running over to your closet, digging in the pile of clothes to find a scarf. When you finally grab the material and run back to the bed, Tendou is scrolling aimlessly through his phone. You pounce on him before he can notice and quickly tie both of his hands above his head, pulling at it gently to make sure it’s not too tight. “Is this okay?"

“Oh, are we actually doing something now?” Tendou taunts and you purse your lips in frustration, pushing his head back against the pillow.

“You brat.” You growl out and pull your panties swiftly down your legs before inching your way up to his face. You’re practically hovering over his face and Tendou looks up at you innocently. “Satori please.” You whine, hoping he can just take the hint. Honestly you pictured yourself teasing him but you can’t do that until the aching between your thighs has settled.

The redhead licks his lips before tilting his chin up, pressing his tongue flat against your entrance. You let out a shaky moan as he scoops up the essence that spilled past your outer lips before making it loudly known that he swallowed it all.

“Fucking delicious, angel.” His deep voice rasps out and your legs nearly give out on top of him, you are utterly weak for Tendou Satori. You whimper in response and only press yourself more against his lips, his tongue is working magic between your folds and before you know it he is practically fucking you with his tongue. Slowly he makes his way up to your clit, gently licking before capturing it between his lips. The loud suction noises echo throughout the room and your cheeks heat up but you have no time to be embarrassed

“S-satori~” You moan and he chuckles against you, lightly grabbing the sensitive nub with his teeth. Tugging it before sucking on it again, anything to soothe the ache. Your body feels hot as he continues to eat you out, the rapid motions of his tongue cause you to fall apart. Chest rising up and down while he licks anywhere he can reach, his nose applying just the right pressure against your clit for you to ride out the pleasure.

Slowly you move yourself off of his face and lay against his chest, the content look on his face matched with his glossy lips makes you want to sit on his face again and this time suffocating him with your thighs. You whimper at the sight and sit up to smash your lips onto his. His lips are so soft against your own and when he snakes his tongue into your mouth you can only moan at the taste, you find yourself grinding against his hip when he runs his tongue alongside the back of your teeth and the pressure is building up inside of you again. It’s messy, oh so messy, but you love it. You can feel his hard dick against your thigh and you let out a soft laugh as you press your leg against him, he’s practically humping you at this point.

Your hand snakes down his chest to rest your fingers on his abdomen. Gently you draw shapeless figures and tease the waistband of of his shorts, dipping your fingers under the fabric.

“Should I take these off?” You pull your lips away from his, gasping dramatically when you pull back the waistband and watch it snap painfully against his skin. “Hmm, I don’t know.” You mockingly frown, waiting a few moments before slowly dragging his shorts down. A loud laugh leaves your lips when you watch his hard cock snap up to his stomach. You lower your face to his stomach, lightly running your pointer finger up and down his length. “Hello, there~” You coo, rubbing soft circles against his skin. Slowly you lick up your palm, letting your eyes connect with Tendou’s, before grasping his length. The groan he lets out is sinful and it is hard to focus with his red eyes wide with lust.

“Just like that baby.” He praises and you huff while you begin to slowly jerk him off. His hips gently raise off the bed and thrust into your fist. A grin plays on your lips as breathy moans fall from his mouth. Sitting up on your knees you place a kiss on the head before lightly licking the tip. The small kitten licks one after another digging into his slit cause him to fall back on the bed, his head flushed against the pillows. “(Y)-(Y/N).”

“You want something?” Immediately you drawback, only jerking him off with your fist at a painfully slow pace.

“Come on baby.” Tendou groans and your hand loosens its grip around him, now simply ghosting over his hard cock.

“Satori use your words, you’re my sweet boy aren’t you?” You coo tauntingly, recalling his words from earlier and tightly grip the base of his dick.

“Use that pretty tongue and suck me off.” He orders, his voice still rough as ever and all you can do is take him into your mouth. You moan at his voice and the vibrations of your moan cause him to thrust into your mouth.

Reaching forward you place one hand on his hip, trying to hold him down as you take him deeper in your mouth. Your nose brushes against his abdomen every so often as you bob your head and you close your eyes to focus on the noises he’s making. He sounds fucked, utterly devoured by pleasure, your thighs squeeze together knowing you’re the reason for this.

“Baby…” Tendou sighs when your eyes meet and you watch a loud moan rip from his lips when you reach to cup his balls. You keep up your mouth swallowing around him while foundling the skin softly. He feels so heavy in your mouth and it’s almost impossible to feel any ridges against your tongue due to how thick he is. With one glance up at his clenched fists tied above his head, you can tell he is about to come, the whines being another dead giveaway. Too quickly you pull off of him to look up at him, Tendou’s mouth falls agape at the sight of the trail of spit connecting from your lips to his dick.

The mixture of pre-cum and saliva painting your lips, the way your cheeks are flushed out, and those evil innocent eyes peering up at him. God, Tendou knows he is done for, ruined for anyone else, only ever going to be satisfied by you. He can only watch with lust-blown eyes as you reach over and grab his phone.

“W-what are you doing pretty girl?” He tries to call out to you soothingly in an effort to seduce you back onto his dick but you simply ignore him. Laying down beside him, you give him the perfect angel of his phone screen.

“I’m going to play cup pong with Ushiwaka.” You tell him, sending the invite to ex-shiratorizawa ace. Tendou can feel his eye twitching.

“(Y/N).” His voice is dark and you nearly flinch under it, your front faltering momentarily before you go back to ignoring him. You sit up and lay on your stomach instead, squinting at the screen to figure out the best angle to get the ball into the cups. When you glance up at your boyfriend and see his eyes running all along your body you put the phone down in front of you. You use one hand to continue destroying Ushiwaka at cup pong and the other to jerk Tendou off, the pace you’re using is almost criminal.

“I swear if I fucking lose this shot.” You growl at the screen, unconsciously gripping Tendou’s dick harder in your fist. Finally, it feels like he is starting to get some relief. He can never figure out why your hands feel so much better than his own, maybe it’s because of how soft and dainty they are. Maybe it’s simply because they are your own. He moans pathetically and you tug harder at the stress you’re facing from the game.

“Yay!” Your hand is off him once again, you don’t even look at him as you lick up the juices trickling on your palm. “Okay, I won.” You put his phone back on the table beside the bed before crawling over onto his lap, laughing at how soaked he is. “Now for my reward.”

In a flash you are rubbing yourself along his cock, dragging the tip against your clit, and using it to tap the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your tongue peaks out of the corner of your mouth at the feeling and you can’t help but sink onto him. The moans coming from both of you harmonize in the quiet room. When you finally meet his hips with the back of your thighs you sigh out in relief.

You feel so utterly full, filled to the brim, your mind starts going hazy at the thought of being stuffed full with his cum.

However, as you hear his sighs of pleasure you narrow your eyes at him. Tendou touches you so frequently and teases you for days on end, he’s not going to cum tonight.

You lean forward and rest your hands on his abdomen as you begin to rock your hips, moaning at the way he feels against your walls. You raise yourself up from your thighs before falling back down his length, scratching at his chest when he hits deep inside of you. You whimper and lean forward to press your chest to his own, letting your eyes shut when Tendou takes the lead once more. His feet are planted on the bed and he starts drilling into you, merciless thrusts causing you to wither apart.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He coos in your ear and you can’t help but nod. Way too quickly is your release approaching once again and on shaky arms, you push yourself upright to sit back down on him. Tendou opens his mouth when you stick two of your fingers out in front of him, his tongue is quick to snake between your fingers, he quickly gets them soaked. You can feel yourself squeezing him tightly when you bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing tight circles against the nub and when you use your other hand to pinch one of your nipples, you’re gone. Your mouth falls open in a breathless gasp and a warm feeling washes over you, your fingers are still working hard and you continue to bounce on Tendou’s large cock as you try to prolong your release.

You fall on top of him once more as soon as you finish. You’re so comfortable you could fall asleep with his dick still inside you. Underneath you, Tendou tries to move his hips again and perks up when he hears you laugh. You untangle your limbs from his own and ignore his pleas of frustration.

“Get yourself off with my hand.” You coo and wrap one of your hands around his dick, the thickness making you mewl. You didn’t let him cum, not for a few hours anyway, taking his release away just as quickly as it came.

And when Tendou finally broke from the restraints, physically ripping the material of the scarf apart, let’s just say you wouldn’t be leaving the bed the next day.

#tendou satori x reader #tendou smut #tendou satori #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #tendou satori fic

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yesterdayiwrote · 3 years ago

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oh bestie. Smash or pass, WHOLE 2022 grid + jamie chadwick + JEV and andre :* sorry for the massive ask hahah but im v interested in your opinion

Holy shit this will be a long one 😂

Lewis: I mean Smash? Obviously? Anyone that says they wouldn’t is absolutely lying to themselves.

George: This one is a harder one. I love George as a person. He’s my favourite bitchy little git. As boyfriend material, I think he’d be a fucking nightmare. I think he’s cute though, and his body slams in a ‘naturally fit’ kind of way. Like he’s ripped but it’s not overdone which I’m down with. But he is like a giraffe. I’m a sucker for sarcastic little shits, but also I feel like he’s probably very vanilla but maybe has a deeply devilish side? Ultimately I would smash just to confirm or disprove my suspicions?

Max: Hard pass. I just… couldn’t. Not my type, don’t really vibe with him. Sometimes comes out with some sarcasm but ultimately gets outweighed by the other stuff.

Checo: Again pass. Just looks eternally bewildered. The personification of the 😳 emoji. Just doesn’t do it for me.

Charles: so is Charles attractive? Yes. Is Charles anything special? No. Instagram is now home to a gazillion guys all with the Charles Leclerc look so to me his stock has plummeted. If he’s offering, I’d smash but I’m not putting in the effort to chase him down.

Carlos: I feel like this will fall in the ‘Unpopular Opinion’ category, but Carlos’ hair is a turn off. I’m sorry. I’m probably now on some kind of list. I’m insecure about my own hair, I have no interest in smashing a guy with locks more luscious than mine. Pass.

Lando: Lando’s sense of humour strays too far into Chad territory for me. Instant turn off. Also looks like he’s about to sit his GCSE’s. Pass.

Daniel: Chad sense of humour again but has a slightly better grip on it. Slightly more witty. Tattoos are a turn on, General ignorance about world issues is a turn off. Would smash, but the inability to have a serious conversation with him means it would just be a smash and go.

Pierre: Pierre is a difficult one. I know everyone swooned over his tits last week, but when he’s clothed I sway back and forth on him. Idk if I actually find him cute facially or not because his facial hair is doing ALOT of heavy lifting. Kinda falls into the same category as Charles. Probably would smash but I’m not chasing him for it.

Yuki: Pass, he is a child. Killer fashion sense lately, feels too much like jailbait.

Fernando: You know what, I think I probably would? Dunno if it’s some older guy thing I’ve stumbled into, but I’m struggling to think of a reason not to? 100% do not agree with most of his past exploits, Being involved in one “gate” is careless, being involved in two is quite frankly suspicious, but I get witty evil genius vibes from him and so in that sense I’d smash.

Esteban: He reminds me of George but less bratty and so less intrigue. Would be a pass because I’m just not inclined to find out?

Seb: Chad Seb of old would have been a hard pass. New, socially aware, socially responsible Seb is a straight up smash. We Stan personal growth, but ultimately I don’t think he’d be interested cos he wouldn’t cheat on his wife.

Lance: Pass. Far too aloof, and just exudes rich privileged brat vibes, but the bad type of bratty. Would probably get confused that he couldn’t buy you into orgasm. Just looks eternally bored as well.

Alex: Alex is a smash. The cringe dad jokes, the willingness to make himself look stupid to benefit others. Alex seems awkward but there’s a definite quiet, secure confidence there that is just ultimately smashable. I’d be a bit worried a cat would appear out of nowhere though

Nicky: I think Nicky is a nice guy. I think he’s aware of his privilege and doesn’t seem like an asshole with it. I think he means well but it’s be a pass… but I’d feel bad about it and it would end up in a pity smash?

Valtteri: Look, coffee has laxative qualities and I have concerns about anyone who gets as excited about it as he does. It’d be a pass, mainly because I think he’s secretly into kinky shit because it’s always the quiet ones, and I’d be scared I couldn’t keep up with him.

Guanyu: I honestly don’t know enough about him. He seems nice enough, good fashion sense but I’ve barely heard him say two words. I’d literally leave it up to him. I wouldn’t say no but again, I’m not chasing it?

Mick: he’s just so soft. It’d be a smash but it’d be the slowest, softest, vanilla fairy tale smash. Actual Disney Prince shit. Shooting stars, rainbows and unicorns in the background probably.

Kevin: Smash. He’s got that rugged scandi look going on. Kind of quiet and brooding. Bit of an arsehole but not overly so.

Jamie: Jamie’s not my type. Just a bit too bland and vanilla with her personality. She’s pretty but it’d be a pass

JEV: I’m happy to smash anyone secure enough in their sexuality to actively use their own ship portmanteau unironically.

Andre: Same as above. Also a bit of a Silver Fox. Daddy. Smash.

#f1 #lol I lost half of this and had to redo but think I kept the original jist.#basically 50% smash #I put a lot of thought into this I swear

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 5 years ago

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you’re screwed up and brilliant and look like a million dollar man

summary: murder gloves.

warnings: S M U T. sex everywhere. it’s violent sometimes. what’s a safe word? lol ransom wouldn’t know. (seriously, reader tells him to stop a few times and he doesn’t, so pls do not read if that is upsetting to you) and they’re annoying, legit can’t talk without fighting. and that daddy kink because y’all know me. a lot of choking. very vanilla bondage. spanking. fluffy feelings about sweaters.

word count: a bit over 8,000

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

a/n: lol and nearly THREE FUCKING MONTHS LATER 🙄🙄🙄🙄 truly, i am sorry. i hope that you picture a raccoon with creepy evil little hands when you think of me bc i am trash. and i have creepy evil little hands. you guys know how excited i got when i thought of this title, right?

It was your anniversary even though it hardly felt like one at all.

Six years today. Somehow, you had put up with all the shit. His horrid behavior at times. The family drama. The extravagant events Harlan planned that your high maintenance boyfriend never let you miss. Whenever you tried it, he either pouted or just fucked you until you wouldn’t dream of ever saying the word ‘no’ to him. At least not for a few days.

Six years.

Yet, you were sure he was still nowhere near proposing. That was a battle for the next anniversary, you had decided. This anniversary required much more pressing topics to be discussed.

You heard Ransom pull up in the driveway and come inside, but you kept your place at the counter. When he found you in the kitchen, you were in a thin robe, making him an Old Fashioned while your coffee brewed.

You glanced at him over your shoulder as he sat at the dining table. His eyes lingered on you for a moment but then he turned down to his phone, so you took your chance to stare. After all these years, you would think that the sight of him in a sweater wouldn’t matter to you, but it still did.

You’d met him in a sweater, several December’s ago at a ski lodge where you had bonded over unfathomable resentment toward your respective families and an inability to ski—something he still wouldn’t admit. I can ski, I just wanted to fuck you. You were practically begging me. Was I supposed to say no? That wasn’t exactly how it happened but when Ransom pouted, that often meant no sex, so you let him lie. Regardless, he was beautiful then and you swore he got more beautiful by the day.

He lifted both hands onto the tabletop in front of him, phone set against his palm, showing off those stupid leather gloves that were starting to make you question your sanity. You thought about those gloves too much and in the most depraved ways.

“Did you get the house?” you asked, a distraction for yourself. No sex, not until he gave you an answer. Hell, he was gone most of the day with Marta, so he damn well better have some success to report.

He narrowed his eyes, lifting his gaze from his phone screen. “Why are you so dressed?”

Normally, he liked you walking around the house in nothing. A bodysuit, maybe. A bra, panties, and thigh-high socks. He liked you as naked as you could get. You liked it as well, it reminded him that even though, most of the time, he was in control, there were times when it was you. You who had final say, you who would withhold sex as some deranged power play. Sure, you needed Ransom like you needed oxygen or money, but he needed you just as much.

The robes were for occasional visitors. He knew that, he was just trying to prolong this conversation. He was trying to bait you, actually. If you were feeling…playful, you would have lied or refused to tell him. Then, long story short, you wouldn’t have been able to walk or sit right for a week. It wasn’t that he even needed such an elaborate reason to start this game, this time he was just trying to distract you.

“Joni stopped by.”

He gave you a flat look. Nothing confused him more than you sincerely getting along with Joni.

“She brought some crystals for us.”

“Rocks,” he corrected. “And they’re damn ugly and they’re not staying in my house.”

“Tiger’s eye for mental clarity,” you explained, voice level. It was your house too, and if he wanted to play this game, well, you had no problem throwing a chair through the window. Again. “Amethyst, for protection and stress—and intuition! It’s great for the third eye chakra—”

“Don’t start all that bullshit with me—”

“You’re just mad that I’m psychic—”

“No, you are not,” he snapped.

“Scared I’m going to find out about whoever else you’re fucking?” Okay, he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. If you truly thought that, you would have been so far out the door the second you had a suspicion. Ransom was good. Even though he liked to pretend he wasn’t.

He glared. “It’s a god damn scam—”

“Your family specializes in those.”

“She’s not family.”

“Meg is,” you pointed out. It was left unstated but blatantly clear that that did, in fact, mean that Joni was family also.

“Joni thinks you have money, she’s trying to play you.”

“They don’t need to play me, Ransom. I like Meg, she’s nice…and she’s finishing her degree. I’ll make sure of that, with or without your help. And I like Joni, you know, she was the first one who was nice to me. Other than Walt, I guess—”

“Yeah, he was nice because he wants to fuck you.”

“You think everyone wants to fuck me.”

“Joni does, too.”

“Oh yeah, your whole family?”

“My grandfather included.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can you not be so…you, right now? Please, he’s fucking dead, Ransom.”

“He was a fucking perverted bastard. He always stared at you, tried to get you alone as much as possible. And don’t even get me started on that time he had you on his lap—”

“It wasn’t like that,” you argued.

He arched an eyebrow.

So, you were sitting on Harlan’s “lap”. It was Christmas, Harlan had dressed up as Santa. Ransom liked to pretend that Meg and Marta weren’t in the picture with you. Okay, maybe it was that you were trying to make him mad. You remembered that to be around the time you discovered that angry sex with Ransom was something else, something you truly weren’t sure how you had lived without.

You walked his drink to him and you watched as he downed the entire glass.

“Make me another. Please.”

You returned to the counter to oblige. You weren’t much of a cook, neither was Ransom, but he had the strongest desire to see you acting domestic for him. Sometimes, that just meant you making him drinks or bringing him a beer. You didn’t mind, so long as he watched you the entire time.

You once again set the glass in front of him. “So, your mother wants to fuck me?”

He eyed you, lifted the glass to his lips, took a small drink, set it down, then he nodded once. Instead of speaking, he went back to texting on his phone.

“Donna?”

“Not family, but yes.”

“Jacob?”

He scoffed. “Yes, he would fuck you. Also, possibly tie you up and dismember you after that—”

“Nana?”

Again, his eyes narrowed at you. He knew you were up to something now. He lifted one of his hands, smirking when he saw how intently your eyes were following it. He pulled at the tie of your robe; it was such slinky material that it slipped off your shoulders just after it was loose enough.

Your bodysuit was lace because Ransom loved you in lace. It was a tiny white scrap with thin straps and cups that your breasts spilled out of when you bent over. You were never one for modesty, but there was always something that made you want to cover up whenever Ransom was looking at you—even though his eyes were always full of lust and appreciation.

He let his hand return to the table and he looked at his phone.

Seriously? That was it? You shoved his phone away, it clattered to the table a few inches over, and you sat down on top of him. Your arms around his neck, your knees pressed to his hips, hovering over his soon-to-be hard cock. “And what about your dad?”

“Excuse me?” he demanded.

“Does he wanna fuck me? Because maybe I should ask him to get me that house and maybe fucking him would be all the motivation he needs, motivation you clearly are not feeling—”

You heard his arm brush across the table and then his glasses were shattering to the floor. Before you could scold him, his hand tangled tightly in your hair and he jerked you down flat to the table. He abruptly stood, leaning over you, his face mere inches away from yours.

You should have been scared; you knew that. He was so strong and he rarely ever stopped to think, he was fast actions and apologies later. But this was Ransom and you couldn’t be scared of Ransom.

“Wanna try that again?” he challenged. “I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“I would love to sit on his face,” you stated. “And I would love to feel his m—”

He gripped your jaw with his free hand and you utterly melted. You couldn’t explain coherently how much you needed that cold leather against your skin. Despite what you knew he had done with those gloves. Hell, maybe that was why you liked them so much. All of his scheming and malice, the killing. But then he would come home to you and he was so soft and so sweet, until he wasn’t, until he was fucking you, spanking you, choking you.

“You. Little. Brat. I got the fucking house for you—”

“You did?” you blurted out.

You suddenly realized, of course. That was why he hadn’t answered you. He knew you were getting impatient and he knew you would act out. Now, he would get to punish you. You would have been mad but the Thrombey house was the most beautiful house you had ever laid eyes on. The idea of building an actual life with Ransom there, in a house that he loved even though he wouldn’t admit it to his parents, only made you happy.

“I did,” he promised. “And now, you have to earn it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Brats don’t get houses.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” you accused. “I’m not earning anything. Every day I fucking put up with you, I earn that fucking house.”

“You just made a comment about wanting to fuck my dad—”

“No, I said I wanted your dad to eat me out. There’s a difference.”

He pressed his fingers into your jaw harder and yanked a little on your hair. “Say you’re sorry, baby doll.”

“Fuck. You.”

He narrowed his eyes, hand snapping from your face down to the clasp of your bodysuit that lay between your legs. He yanked it open, settling his hips against your knees to hold you open for him.

He never moved his eyes from yours and you, if only to meet his challenge, did the same. “I swear, you better not be wet.”

He was in a fucking sweater, what did he expect? You figured voicing that question would do nothing for you, probably only make him even more conceited. No, silence could damn you if that meant Ransom was knocked down a little.

“Or you’ll have to be my father’s latest mistress because I will fucking throw you out.”

“Well, maybe he’s better than you,” you pointed out.

Instead of a verbal response, his leather-clad fingers smacked your cunt.

Pleasure was right on the tail of pain, so close that you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Yes, it hurt, but wow—it fucking hurt. Half of you wanted to retract from the pain but as it settled, you immediately wanted more. If you weren’t wet before… Your body was vibrating with your undeniable need for him, but still, fuck him. He’d been an ass since he walked in and you didn’t feel like just giving in.

“Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?” you demanded, only because he was smirking at you and staring with knowing eyes. “Get the fuck off of me.”

He snorted at what you both knew was a sad attempt on your part.

You began to struggle against him, attempting to push him back with your knees. “Ransom, let me go.”

He forced you into a sitting position with the hand still in your hair and let go just to grab your wrists. His other hand grabbed quickly at the scarf around his neck.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you warned.

He shoved you back down, forcing your arms above your head.

“Ransom, I swear—”

He cut you off with a rough kiss as he wound his scarf around you in some complex way that he probably wouldn’t even be able to get you out of when this was all over.

You turned your head away, and he moved his mouth to your neck. “If you do not untie me, I am going to leave and never come back!”

He bit you hard enough to leave a mark before pulling back to set himself onto his forearms. “And live where? The street? Or you wanna go crawling back to your fucked-up parents?”

“Tell them I finally came to my senses; they’d take me back.” Long story short, your parents fucking hated Ransom. They thought he would never do anything for you or give you anything.

It didn’t help that you sort of cut back on work once you’d met Ransom. He was possessive, he just didn’t want you flying all over the world if you couldn’t take him with you. And you couldn’t because his family was beyond demanding and Ransom still had to show up now and then at whatever theatric event Harlan could think up. And as a model…taking pictures with men sometimes, or other women, wearing very little? Well, Ransom would never ask you to quit but he was always so insecure afterward. You still had your campaigns, a few projects you did with friends, but you were hardly a model anymore.

But well, your parents were obviously fucking wrong. He got you the house. The first time he had taken you there was to meet his grandfather—which was huge because it was the first time Ransom was letting you get that close to him. He hadn’t anticipated Joni and Meg being there but you hadn’t complained. He had, non-stop. Still, it was something…special. He’d shown you his old room and fucked you. Took you out to the woods and fucked you against every awful statue out there. Then took you to his parents’ room and, of course, fucked you there.

They were meant to show the next week, you’d left before that. Much to his pleasure, his mother left him a screaming voicemail or two or seven once she’d realized what had been done on those silk sheets.

You’d fallen in love with the house and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing it to an outsider. At the will reading, when it was announced that it belonged to Marta, you nearly fainted. Ransom had been so damn calm though, up until he was laughing like the god damn psychopath that you’d always suspected he was.

That was five days ago and things between the two of you had been…unconventional. When he had shown up that night—after ditching you, no less, to do whatever he was doing with Marta—you immediately started fighting. You had to get a fucking Uber! And he refused to apologize because, according to him, you were “having an attitude”. Things were thrown, insults were traded, and it was the longest night of your whole relationship.

It was only two days ago that you admitted to the root of your hostility. The house. He couldn’t lose the house. It wasn’t like you thought you were going to be living in it any time soon, but when he did finally propose, maybe things would work out that way. The following morning, he apologized with a diamond necklace and the promise that he would get the house back from Marta.

“Or you could just apologize,” he pointed out.

See, he never did, and in all your time with him, you decided you never would either. It was a good relationship. The sex was amazing, you guys never lied, never cheated, but there were a few communication barriers that neither one of you wanted to mend. Who really needed the word ‘sorry’?

“Seriously, Ransom, fuck you.”

He sighed, but that did little to hide how thrilled he was that you wanted to fight today. “I try to be nice to you, you know. But you don’t want nice, do you?” He jerked you up higher on the table by your arms and crawled his way over you. His forearms were on either side of your head and his leg was coming up to settle between yours.

The table had been freezing, but with him over you, and his heavy coat caging you in, you were just hot. Too hot. The snow-covered back yard seemed the better option at that moment. Anything to get away from him.

“Ransom,” you sighed. “Enough, stop—”

He pressed his knee against you and you shuddered. It hadn’t been long at all, so why you were so desperate was beyond you. Since Harlan, Ransom truly had a new outlook on life. He was impulsive and selfish before, but after the death of his beloved grandfather, there was nothing that could stand in the way of what he wanted. And what he often wanted was you, not that you were complaining.

“Get yourself off, baby.”

You glared up at him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Yes, you heard, but what the fuck?! You didn’t get yourself off. He was controlling enough to need to dictate every single one of your god damn orgasms and if it wasn’t because of his mouth, his fingers, or his cock, it wasn’t happening. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m not sure if I’m going to let you finish at all,” he explained. “I suggest you do it yourself.”

You theorized that if you complied now, then maybe he would forget he was so angry and just fuck you. That had happened a few times before, he did always tend to pout when he remembered, though.

Despite your pride and the burning you felt on the tip of your tongue because you sincerely wanted to yell at him, you rolled your hips. It was tentative almost, which made him scoff. The material of his pants was too soft and with no assistance from him and your awkward angle… You figured he was enjoying making you work for this so much.

After what you said about Richard? There was no way you were going to be able to convince him to help you. You supposed he didn’t need to. Hell, you didn’t even need to finish. He just had to think you did. You turned down to watch, moved your hips faster, started making just a little more noise—

“You’re faking.”

You stopped altogether with a huff. “I am not!”

“You are. You wanna know how I know? Because for the past few years, every orgasm in your life has been because of me. You don’t know how to get off without me.”

“You are such an ass.”

“You don’t just want to ask for some help?” He looked down, one hand lowering slowly. “You know I can be very helpful when I need to be.”

You watched, gasping just when he pulled his hand away. “Ransom.”

“Let me just take the gloves off—”

You whined an incoherent protest. You knew that he knew.

He pretended to be confused, eyebrows pulled together. “You want me to keep them on?”

You frowned at him.

“Why?”

“Fuck off, Ransom.” You didn’t know why! Your only theory was that you were just as messed up as him and that you needed to make an appointment with a mental healthcare professional!

He smiled widely, and you hated how that made your heart skip a little. He always smirked, rarely ever smiled, so when he did, you were screwed. “You want to hear about it again? About how I murdered my grandfather?”

You snorted. “Oh, is that what happened? I thought Marta murdered Harlan—”

“She didn’t.”

“She’s the one who gave him the medicine,” you pointed out. “You didn’t have to do anything except switch a vial.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re trying to provoke me.”

“Are you going to kill me, too? Oh, correction, are you going to get the help to kill me, too?”

“I might.”

“God, you are disgusting.”

He finally released your wrists to grab your jaw again. “Keep your arms up, I won’t tell you a second time.”

You were already moving them down, stopping right when you heard his threat. With a soft sight, you settled back against the table.

“Good girl.”

You wanted to hit him.

His thumb and forefinger pressed hard against your cheeks until you opened your mouth. He took that as his chance to slide two fingers inside your mouth until you gagged. You closed your mouth anyway, refusing not to meet one of his challenges.

They tasted even worse than you had imagined but you weren’t going to stop. You started to grind against his thigh again. It was better now, like maybe this was going to be enough to get you off.

He set his forehead to your temple, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “You don’t want to hear what happened after we left the party, after I fucked you in the car so good you couldn’t stand?”

Oh, that night. Where to begin with that night. It was Harlan’s birthday party, you’d been to all the ones before that and they’d gone off without…okay, well, there were definitely hitches, but nothing you hadn’t come to expect. Nothing that lasted too long. Yes, this family was all kinds of fucked up, but they never stayed away from one another for too long.

You had assumed Ransom’s argument with Harlan was going to be just another one of those cases. You’d been talking to Walt and Linda, the latter trying to ignore her husband’s attempts at pulling her into an argument he was having with Joni. Walt was talking about the company again; it didn��t bore you or Linda like it did everyone else.

Ransom’s voice carrying out from Harlan’s office startled everyone silent. He stormed out just to grab you and drag you outside, all while his family watched from windows at the front of the house. You told him to stop, which he didn’t. You told him your heels were a hazard, which he ignored.

When he started driving, you were honestly scared. Ransom was hardly a cautious driver generally, so when he was angry? And god, he was angry. You were sure you had never seen someone else get to him the way that Harlan had.

And he was ignoring you. He wouldn’t tell you what they fought about, but he always told you. It was, very simply, too much, and you were not going to put up with it. It was dark, cold, and Ransom had been drinking. You directed him to stop the car, and as firm as you hoped you were being, you were stunned when he listened.

The way he looked at you was so unlike any way he had ever done it before. You were more than just confused and you were a little worried, there was realization in his eyes. You could see that his mind was moving and you had known him long enough to know that that never meant anything good.

He demanded that you get out of the car and you did, even though part of you was worried he was going to leave you there. He followed, coming around to lead you into the of the car. He wrapped one hand around your throat and pinned you against the car door with his body, his chest to your back. His free hand was working his clothing out of the way, then fumbling to open the door.

He wordlessly shoved you against the seat, shoving your dress out of the way. Before you could say a word, he was inside you, his body covering yours. His hold around your throat was tight, and you knew that meant that he didn’t want to talk. That didn’t shut him up, however.

He just kept saying he was going to take care of you, and he didn’t loosen his hand until he asked you if you wanted him to take care of you. You said you did. He asked if he had taken care of you up to that point. You said that he had. He asked you if you trusted him. You said you did.

He left you in the backseat, covered in his cum and reddening marks on your neck, hips, and breasts, wrapped in his coat. He turned the car off and you echoed with just about 100 questions, none of which he directly answered. He said you couldn’t come with him because well, you honestly couldn’t walk.

The following morning, you woke up in bed while Ransom was making breakfast. Well, okay, you hadn’t actually seen him make anything, but since you didn’t find any restaurant containers, you couldn’t throw that accusation at him. He brought you pancakes to eat in bed and you guys had an amazing morning together.

By noon, the family was calling both of you with news of Harlan’s death.

He pressed his free hand over your face, covering your nose, and shoved his fingers deeper down your throat. You were choking and that didn’t frighten you like it should have. Some of the best orgasms you’d gotten from Ransom were when you were choking on his fingers or his cock.

You didn’t stop rocking your hips until you were finishing and you never once looked away from him. He stared into your eyes the entire time because it was undeniable at this point, Ransom had a kink for murder, and this was as close as he was going to get to it with you—some minor breath play.

He pulled away from you completely, stepping back onto the floor. He glanced down with a self-satisfied smirk, admiring the mess you had made on his pant leg. His amusement only grew as he watched you try to catch your breath.

You were still coming down when you felt Ransom leave the space between your legs. Glancing around the room, you found him at the counter. His back to you, you heard him pour some bourbon in a glass. You weren’t much of a bourbon person but whenever you tasted it on Ransom’s tongue, you never minded it too much.

When he returned to you, it was with a knife from the block on the counter. A large knife, you wondered what he would do if you made a comment about him compensating for something. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He smirked. “You scared?”

You snorted. “No.”

Arching an eyebrow, he pressed the blade down just barely against your thigh, dragging it upward toward your soaking center.

You had to bite your lip as he touched you there, just a tease because he didn’t truly want to cut you. The cool surface made goosebumps rise on your legs and your heart began to pound with excitement. You often wondered if you would be this fucked up if you had never found Ransom.

He lifted it to your chest, eyes bright as they followed the knife. He pressed down just slightly harder and led the knife to your shoulder. Your heart dropped the second you realized what he was doing.

“Ransom—”

“Shut up.”

“This is a piece from Megan Fox’s collaboration with Fredrick’s—” You felt the snap of your bodysuit’s strap and your jaw dropped.

He smirked down at you, proceeding to the next side to do the same.

“You fucking psycho!” you reprimanded. You thought dating a man with too much money and a narcissistic concern for his appearance would have given him at least some respect for clothing. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me? You’re the one so wet over a god damn knife.”

“You can’t just destroy my clothes!”

“Well,” he shrugged, “just did. The fuck are you going to do about it? And consider your answer carefully, you know, if you want that house so badly.”

“It’s already my house,” you declared. “You got it for me. Stop pretending—”

“Pretending what? That I couldn’t find someone to replace you in a second? I bet Marta would be up for it.”

You shut up immediately, just staring at him. You knew Ransom liked it when your anger was quick. And truly, the last thing you wanted was to give him anything he wanted. You weren’t trying to be jealous in any way, but you’d always wondered how he felt about Marta.

He seemed to like talking to her—albeit, he also liked talking to Meg…just to get a rise. But he also liked getting a rise out of you, clearly. You just wanted to know. And he wouldn’t answer you, any time you asked him how he felt about someone else, he just fucked you.

“Now, don’t pout—”

“Fuck you—”

“Don’t be such a baby—it was a joke.”

“I don’t care,” you proclaimed. “You know, you can fuck her if you want.”

“Oh?”

You nodded, humming. “Please do. Then I’ll follow up with your dad.”

He snorted. “That’s getting weak.”

“You think he wants me to call him daddy?”

He took your neck in his hand. “If you say that again, I’ll fucking…”

“What?” you demanded. “What the fuck are you going to do, Ransom?”

Suddenly, he was kissing you. You’d blinked, then he was over you, hand tearing down your bodysuit as he held you by the throat. He stood to toss the bodysuit out of his way, eyes tracing your body.

He didn’t seem to care that you were completely out of breath by the time he’d pulled away, you didn’t either. This was something you both had in common. In moments like these, nothing mattered. You both did and said whatever you wanted, but by the time he was inside you, it was all forgotten.

“I’m moving out,” you announced.

He snorted. “You’re not.”

“Yes, I am. I’m going back home; I can’t stand another day with you.”

“You ever try to leave me and I will drag you back. Every fucking time, Y/N.”

You scoffed weakly. “Learn to hear the word no. You’ll need to. Now that you’re poor, especially.”

“You think that’s what this is?” He still wasn’t looking at your face, just your naked body as if he’d never seen it before. “You think it’s because I’ve never been told no?”

“What else would it be?”

He snorted. “Try to be less transparent. Is this your way of asking what we are?”

You knew what you were. To an extent. It was just that sometimes, Ransom wasn’t the most traditional, and you were okay with that. But well, it had been 6 years. You were waiting on the future to start, the engagement, the ring, changing your last name, possibly starting a family. But well, Ransom hadn’t even told you he loved you. You knew he did, love wasn’t just words, and he definitely showed you, but it would be nice to hear. Still, that was not what you had been asking… okay, maybe it kind of was what you were asking.

“No, I couldn’t care less. I won’t have to stay with you much longer anyway… I would never date anyone poor.”

“Baby, call me poor one more time and your ass is going to be so sore.”

He was in such an odd mood. You didn’t know exactly what he wanted. It had sounded like he’d wanted to fight, then he started getting…well, sappy for him. Now, he was threatening to spank you for stating fact?

“Look at that,” he taunted, smirking at your silence. “You can be such a good girl when you try.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I should give you incentive to shut your mouth more.”

“Excuse—”

He shushed you as his free hand pressed to your pussy.

You quieted only because you forced your mouth shut. You hadn’t been sure how the leather gloves were going to feel, if you should like them… But well, you did. And maybe you didn’t want him to know that.

But he did, that much you could tell from the arrogant look in his eye. You closed your eyes, letting your head roll back against the table. Whatever, you might as well get an orgasm for all this trouble he’d given you.

He traced small, gentle circles around your clit and you couldn’t even remember what you’d been arguing about. You knew he was watching you; you knew you shouldn’t be giving in so easy. That was why he was a dick; he knew you would let him be because he knew how to fuck you well. Two fingers easily slipped inside you—at least you thought it was two, you couldn’t tell.

You were caught off guard. It had been years since you’d felt something inside you other than Ransom*.

Was it supposed to feel good? What you liked was that these gloves were not supposed to be inside you, yet there they were. Ransom didn’t seem to care that they were close to a thousand dollars. You remembered glaring at him when he showed them to you, sent to him by one of his few friends, a designer (🙄) You had lectured him. They were real leather! You did not believe in killing animals for fashion. It was your one rule. You’d never participated in a campaign or contract if there was an animal harmed in the making.

But now, here you were, rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers as he wore those sickening gloves. It was a strange sensation, maybe not good, but not bad. He started to crook his fingers against that spot that he could now locate in record time, and so it didn’t matter what it felt like anyway.

He leaned over you, grabbing one of your arms to pull you into a sitting position. “Watch, baby girl. Watch your pussy take my fingers.”

You turned down and at an agonizing speed, his fingers disappeared inside you. He crooked them twice before pulling them out almost completely. The gloves were embarrassingly wet and you could feel your cheeks heating because of it.

“Can you take another?” he inquired.

You weren’t capable of forming thoughts. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to want an answer. He pulled his fingers back, pushing three back in.

Your head dropped back and you closed your eyes. “Fuck, Ransom, please—”

“Keep watching, baby—I’m only going to tell you once.”

You hurriedly turned back; struggling to keep your eyes open and your hips still. Watching made you anxious because you knew exactly when you were going to feel what and you were simply not patient enough for your tease of a boyfriend.

“You hear how wet you are? Your pussy is so desperate…I bet it could take all four of my fingers. What do you think?” He took your jaw, turning your gaze up to him. “Hmm?”

You began to eagerly nod. “Yes.”

He pulled his arm back and let his pinky join as he moved it forward—once more, you felt yourself blushing at how easily they all slipped inside. It was a delicious stretch that was already driving you crazy. He rarely ever got to four fingers, by the time he was three in, that usually meant he was ready to fuck you. He always tried though, mindful of his size and how difficult it was to take him sometimes.

You sighed his name and whimpered a plea, you did not know what for, but he did. His free hand wrapped around your neck and he leaned in to kiss you, the fingers inside you still curling skillfully. His lips were soft against yours, a notable contrast to everything else he was doing.

“What is it about these gloves that get you so wet? he pressed. “Huh? Let me tell you, my love, about all the bad things I’ve done in them.” He seemed completely detached as he recounted all those events that you had missed because he’d wanted you to miss them, you wondered if he’d decided to that just so he could bring it up while he was fucking you.

Everything was calm and slow. Then he said Fran’s name and his hold on your neck tightened, and he started fucking you with his fingers, relentless in pressure and pace. His stare was locked on yours and you noticed how he brightened when tears finally filled your eyes. You would start turning a terrible red soon, you knew because he’d choked you enough times in the mirror. He always liked it so much so you never complained.

You had run out of air several long seconds ago and that was why your finish was coming so harshly. You just hoped he couldn’t tell because he would undoubtedly make you wait.

“I liked killing her,” he told you. “I would do it again. She was standing in the way—our way of the future I want to give to you. I’d fucking kill anyone for you, baby, you know that?”

“Yes,” you coughed. You didn’t think he killed Fran for you. Maybe, maybe on some low level, but it was ultimately for him. You didn’t mind that, though.

He smirked. “Say my name.”

He loved it when you were choking but still so desperate for him that you wasted what little oxygen you did have on saying his name, letting him know that he was pleasing you. You obliged and his hand instantly fell away from your neck. You took a deep breath in, coughing as you tried to blink away your tears.

He grabbed your hands and put them over his pants. “You feel how hard you’re making me, baby?”

Your pussy clenched around his fingers in anticipation, you couldn’t wait for him to be inside you. You hurriedly searched for the button on his pants until he shoved your hands away.

“No, not yet.” He grabbed your neck again and then crouched down, immediately burying his lips in your pussy.

A strangled yell came from your parted mouth, pure nonsense. You grabbed his forearm, a pathetic attempt to keep yourself sitting up, not that he would have let you fall if he didn’t want you to.

He tilted his head back to look up at you as his fingers kept working you. “Keep saying my name, baby.”

You did so three times before he finally placed his mouth back on you. You were shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit repeatedly. Your end had built up to this impossibly high place, you were sure it was because your last orgasm was so unsatisfying.

Regardless, he’d barely been on his knees long at all when you knew you would come soon. And fuck, you needed to come. “Ransom—I—I’m—”

“You’re close?” he spoke against your hot, wet flesh, humming as he started sucking your clit gently. “Hm, baby?”

“Yes!” you sobbed.

And you couldn’t so much as blink before he was standing, pulling you off the table by your hips. You came crashing down hard, collapsing onto the table as you realized what was happening. You had been confused for only a second, but then, this was Ransom—why would you expect anything else?

That fucking piece of shit.

You were leaned over the edge of the table, legs shaking so much that he had to hold you up. Your bound arms were in front of you, unable to offer you any assistance. You wanted to push him away or kick him but you worried about your physical safety if you tried. The only thing that could make this situation worse was falling on your ass in front of Ransom.

The dick probably wouldn’t help you up.

You rested your forehead against the table, that was when you realized you were crying. Your cheeks were hot and lined with trails of tears. “I fucking hate you.”

His hand came down on your exposed ass with no warning at all.

You yelped, attempting to pull away from him.

He held you right where he wanted you with one hand closed around your hip bone.

“You’ve been acting like a brat this whole time, what the fuck did you expect?”

“Absolutely nothing from you!” you hissed. “You can’t fucking do anything right!”

And that rewarded you another slap on the opposite side of your ass.

You grit your teeth until your skin stopped stinging. “If you hit me again, I’m going to kill you!”

But hell, even you knew that was only going to get you another one. “You’re going to apologize.”

“For what?!”

“Everything—your attitude, talking about my father, and hanging out with Joni—”

“Oh, fuck you, Ransom! You’re a fucking psychopath with serious possession issues. I’m not a god damn object—”

His hand cracked across your ass, maybe a little more forceful than he intended but he hadn’t expected you to put up so much fight today.

Your mouth was clamped shut and more tears had gathered in your eyes. You weren’t sure what you were crying about anymore, sheer frustration or because he was hitting you so hard.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“No!” Was he out of his mind? He had never made you apologize like this. He let you suck him off or he just tied you up and you were “sweet” enough that he just forgave you. He had never tried to force you to say those words.

“Do it, now—”

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” you decided.

“I will give you one more chance,” he informed. “Then I’m done talking.”

“That sounds like the best idea you’ve had all day.”

He smacked you again. And again, you were finally starting to realize that the leather hurt more than his bare hand. Again, and your legs buckled. He quickly scooped you up, setting you atop the table.

“Ransom,” you pleaded.

Instead of responding verbally, he spanked you again. You only took three more before you blurted out those dreaded words. He paused but you knew he wasn’t going to give you more opportunities to make it right, you would have to do that on your own.

“I’m sorry for my attitude.”

He hummed and you were stupid enough to think he was going to let the rest go. Not a blink of an eye later, he smacked you again.

“And I’m sorry for what I said about your dad!”

Yet again, he struck you without a word.

“Ransom, please, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry—”

“Sorry…what?”

“What?” you breathed back. He didn’t say ‘for what’ because that much he knew; you’d said that much. Then what the fuck did he mean?

He tsked and you knew what was coming.

You flinched before he even touched you. “S-sir? I’m sorry, sir!” He’d tried to start that but it was awkward at best. Sir did nothing for either one of you. You were running out of logic though and seemed the best bet.

He snorted. “No, baby. Not ‘sir’.”

“Daddy!” you realized, nearly crying tears of joy. Of course, after that joke you made about Richard, Ransom just needed to assert his dominance. Then his temper tantrum would be over. “Daddy, I’m sorry—”

“Now I don’t think you’re being sincere; you’re just telling me what I want to hear—”

“No, daddy, I’m so sorry—”

But he hit you again.

And okay, fuck him—you had just been telling him what he wanted to hear. You were done. “Stop!”

“Or what?”

“Ransom, I swear—”

He wrapped his arm around you, grasping your neck so he could yank you up. His forearm was pressed hard between your breasts, his elbow digging into your side where he held you tight against his chest. “You made a mess of my gloves, clean them.”

Before you could argue, he shoved his hand into your mouth. You were refusing to obey, however, which he realized when your mouth was completely still. His solution was to force his fingers down your throat until you were gagging violently.

When you realized he wasn’t going to give, you started sucking. You could feel his sweater against your back. It shouldn’t have been able to calm you down, but fuck…this was Ransom. This sweater-wearing asshole was apparently the man you loved—how fucking stupid could you be?

He began dragging you to the sliding door. Ransom’s house was pretty secluded and the only other people that regularly showed up was the help. Three weeks prior, you had pointed out that there was no point in having a sliding glass door if you didn’t have a dog. That was your subtle hint that that was what you wanted.

He flat out refused and you guys had ended up screaming at each other until he held you against the glass and fucked you silent. He had enjoyed it, but you couldn’t relate.

Once more, he pressed you into the glass, lifting your arms over your head. You tried to recoil the second you felt the cold surface against your breasts but he just pushed you back harder. You began turning your head pointedly, his fingers were still in your mouth but you knew he would take the hint.

Finally, he pulled them free and began brushing your hair away from your face. “What do you need, baby?”

“You are such a fucking asshole, Ransom!”

“And you are disrespectful.”

“Why the hell should I respect you?”

“Keep it up, baby, we already have a long night ahead of us. You really wanna let this go on tomorrow, too?”

You couldn’t, you knew that with total certainty. Your body was worn out, the only thing that was keeping you going was the anger you felt. You dreaded imagining how sore your muscles would be when you woke up the next morning.

“Now,” he sighed, feigning patience, “Try not to make a mess of my gloves again, or I’ll make you clean them again.” He reached between your legs and began rubbing his fingers quickly over your clit.

“Ransom!” you cried, attempting to push your body back against his. You could not keep doing this. “Stop, please!”

“No.”

That was all he said, the last thing, in fact, even though you didn’t stop talking the whole time. The whole nine almost-finishes he gave you, that he would stop in the middle of because you kept “making a mess”.

He had to know when you were truly almost spent because that was when he tore his pants out of his way and without even a teasing remark, thrust into you. It took a mere two thrusts before you fell apart.

The glass was stained with streaks from your skin, sweat, tears, and probably other bodily fluids, and you hated that the housekeeper would know why. God, he was the fucking worst person on the planet.

He never gave you a moment, he just kept fucking you through your orgasm and then after because now he needed to finish. “Tell me you’re not going to leave me,” he ordered.

You were more than just confused, wondering briefly if you’d even heard him correctly. “What?”

He let both hands grasp your hips and he pushed into you harder. “Tell me that you’re never going to leave me.”

You turned your head back, attempting to be coherent through the whining and mewling. “What—the fuck—are you talking about?”

“Even if this shit all goes wrong,” he explained. “Even if I get caught. Right now, tell me that you’re not gonna fucking leave. Say you won’t leave me.”

“Of course, I’m never—going to leave, you fucking idiot.” You turned forward, eyes shutting because you didn’t want to be looking at him when you said this. “I love you.”

His hips stuttered and he froze buried inside you, but you weren’t going to acknowledge what you’d just said. He pulled out just to turn you to him, lifting you so he could properly fuck you against the door.

Your legs hung loose around him but your tied arms could successfully hold around his neck. And just like that, the fight was over. Neither of you would probably ever bring up a single thing said during this disastrous night. He just kissed the side of your face as he told you how good your pussy felt.

#ransom drysdale x reader #l o l but those murder gloves #for real #my writing

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veliseraptor · 4 years ago

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If you have the time, a list of your initial reactions to CQL’s main characters (or anybody else)? bonus: your first reaction vs your reaction when you “first” encounter them in the flashback part of the show

oasdlkajsdf jesus from my position here in “fourth watch” I have a very hard time remembering this I have to say, but I guess I can do my best??

sticking with like. mains/characters I have definite strong opinions about at this point, because I had to like. limit myself a little. so this means not all of the older generation are in here

Wei Wuxian: “oh no, a crying man throwing himself off a cliff who is reviled by everyone and possibly evil. guess he’s mine now”

Lan Wangji: “well sir you seem to be having a very bad day and I feel for you”

Jiang Cheng: “will you look at that I smell ‘dysfunctional sibling relationship’ nobody mentioned this was going to have one of those”

Lan Sizhui: “what a nice boy.”

Lan Jingyi: didn’t actually register him that much to begin with! I assumed he was going to be a background/one-off character who wouldn’t get a lot of screentime.

Jin Ling: “who the fuck is this brat”

Jiang Yanli: “okay so she’s very nice and she’s going to die, better not get too attached”

Mianmian: also didn’t really register the first time around, I assumed (again) she wasn’t going to show up much

Jin Zixuan: “well this guy is insufferable. don’t like.”

Lan Xichen: “oh look it’s Fingolfin” (it wasn’t, but for some reason that’s what I thought of?? maybe it was the blue).

Nie Huaisang: “my god you are useless and it’s kind of irritating me”

Nie Mingjue: “not a fan of that mustache I have to say. also wow that’s a large sword”

Meng Yao/Jin Guangyao: initially (in the Cloud Recesses) it was just like “wow people are really mean to this guy” but honestly I didn’t start imprinting on him until he showed up in Nightless City because that’s the kind of person I am

Wen Chao: “well this fellow seems like prime asshole material”

Wen Qing: “babe”

Wen Ning: “baby”

Wen Ruohan: “okay so I think this might be the bad guy”

Xue Yang: “oh no, I love him. this one is mine now whoops, I’d feel bad but I’m not even surprised” (literally, this is the only one I actually have a record of)

Xiao Xingchen: “no idea who this is but he’s beautiful and very pointy. makes me think of a weasel but, like, in a good way”

Song Lan: “okay so this one is the pointy one’s boyfriend or something??”

A-Qing: honestly it was sort of “we’re introducing a new character now?” after I got past the “holy shit that was horrifying” moment of the jump scare with the blood coming out of her mouth

Yu Ziyuan: “WELL THAT SURE WAS AN ENTRANCE”

Jin Guangshan: “I am SKEPTICAL of this man’s MOTIVATIONS”

#anonymous #conversating #the sad queer cultivators show

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday LOSER! (Mortal Instruments)

It was Jace's birthday, and the ex hunter was happy and excited as well as nervous. He'd been living with his boyfriend for half a year now, and 2 months ago Alec had found out about Jace's little kink. Jace was a humiliation junkie little, who had some rather fucked up little stories he'd written on his computer and Alec had found them, then with a little bit of snooping around their place had found a pack of teddy bear diapers and a dino print onesie. Alec made it clear he wasn't exactly a fan of the whole fetish, but had made it clear Jace could wear the diapers if he wanted..but Alec wasn't changing his ass and he expected Jace to keep being a adult in the bedroom. Jace had agreed, though it just wasn't the same but today, after a little bit of whining (ok, A LOT of whining done over the past week) he'd gotten Alec to agree to ONE night of baby play, but Alec warned him he might not like what was coming as much as he thought, since Alec would be taking inspiration from Jace's story's. Knowing just how insane his stories could get, Jace was a little worried but seeing the playpen and high chair that Alec rented for the night, he figured he was just being a silly head.

Alec smirked, Jace looked so happy/scared and he wasn't even dressed for the night yet. Part of him was having doubts about what he was planing on doing, but the truth of the matter was Jace wasn't really much of a boyfriend as of late. He was always too busy shooting his seed into his diapers or watching baby shows. Add in what a PAIN it was to get him to do any of the chores around the house despite the fact that Alec was the one paying the rent (their original deal was Alec paid, Jace cleaned) and well the brat was just becoming more and more baby like by the day. Alec was sure on some level, Jace was going to love the surprises he had in store for him, and even if he didn't, tough. it wasn't like widdle baby Jace was gonna be able to find someone else to put up with his shit. with his doubts cleared, Alec came over as Jace finished setting up the playpen and patted the brat's butt, and confirmed a crinkle. "Didn't I tell you to wait till I was ready to put you back in huggies to wear today?" Alec asked. "Oh Uh..well see..there was this evillll witch.. and-" Jace started blushing and squirming. "A evil witch huh? How about there was a horny baby who decided NOT to listen to daddy so he just earned baby food tonight instead of Chinese from golden dragon." Alec said and smirked. "W-what? but..but..That's not-" "Does somebody wanna go to bed without din din?" Alec asked and smirked. "..No daddy." "that's what i thought.. well come on DIAPER BOY.. let's get you dressed like the BIG STUPID BABY you wanna be.." Alec said, oddly having fun as he slipped into mean daddy mode. and judging from the look on Jace's face and the way he was squirming..the birthday baby didn't mind it either. As Alec lead the way to the bedroom, Jace went to suck his thumb, only to be stopped and have a paci popped into his mouth.

Sucking big time on the paci, Jace was torn between being pouty over having to eat baby food while Alec was gonna be eating take out..and thrilled he was going to be eating baby food instead of take out. It was a scene from a lot of his stories and he had a sneaking feeling Alec had been just waiting for any little thing to give him a reason. Alec guided him over to his kitty cat print changing mat which was on the floor and Jace nodded and laid down, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of daddy striping him of his grey sweat pants and white t-shirt, though his eyes flew open when Alec slipped a finger in the leg guard of Jace's diaper. "Just as I thought, soaked. Silly baby, why didn't you tell daddy you were wet?" Alec scolded Jace. Jace, who knew for a fact he was bone dry tried to mumble out a excuse around the paci, but course all that came out was gibberish. "I suppose I can't expect someone who gets his rocks off crapping himself to know when he's wet or dry, I'll just have to check you lots on my own. it's my burden to bear." Alec said in a over the top dramatic fashion sighing. he untapped the dry diaper and then gave anther mock gasp. "Jace! why didn't you put on any baby powder? do you wanna get a icky rash around that joke you call a dick?!?" Alec asked, shaking a finger at Jace who was blushing BIG time now. His less then stellar manhood had been mentioned a few time, but Jace made up for not being able to fuck his boyfriend with his 3 inches rock hard cocklet with having a super skilled mouth and a nice tight hole that milked dick like a pro. Jace hadn't put on any baby powder because he'd been trying to hide the diaper he wasn't suppose to be wearing yet, Alec had a bloodhound sense of smell for baby powder these days. "well if you WANT a diaper rash I'm not going to argue with you. your the birthday boy after all. just don't come bitching t me when you're all itchy from being trapped in poopie diapies with no powder." Alec said running a finger on the stiff and twitching tiny dick. "of course if you WANT baby powder all you have to do is tell daddy..but the second that paci comes out my finger stops. and well, if you cream yourself like the little quick shot loser you are..I'll know you wanna be a dumb baby with diaper rash." Jace mewed and squirmed, the finger felt SO good and part of the deal for today was Jace had to goon for 6 hours yesterday and 4 hours this morning. he buckled his hips and whimpered sucking, nursing on the paci and closing his eyes as he felt his balls tighten and when pew pew. His backed up load firing out and landing on his tummy. "Diaper rash it is." Alec chuckled, and then tugged out a bag of new diapers. jace was still riding the post orgasm bliss, coo'ing as Alec rubbed the cum in as a form of diaper cream and didn't have time to notice these weren't his normal diapers..at least not until Alec had taped him in one of them and he noticed how stupid thick it was! His teddy bear diapers weren't exactly thin, but this damn three was like four of them in one diaper..and Alec was unfolding a second one! the material on the instead was the soft pillowly smoothness Jace was used to either, it was a harder matiral that kinda itched a little. "Butt up little guy..heh..somebody noticing these aren't his little pussy teddy diapies?" Alec asked, getting the second diaper under jace who nodded and whimpered. "These are little brats punishment diapers. guaranteed to help bratty big babies get diapie rash and leave him squirming all night long. you're suppose to use them on big babies who keep removing their diapers, but i think using them on a stupid diaper bitch who'd rather crap himself then get fucked works too." Alec said, and taped the diaper up then kissed his index and middle fingers on his right hand and tapped them on the front of the diaper. "I know you're suppose to be getting a blowjob tonight, but don't be shocked if thats as close as you get loser." Alec chuckled and jace started to get worried he might of created a monster.

The original plan called for a onesie and then a pair of shorts over the diapers, but Jace's diapered ass was just too massive and it had been touch and go to just get the onesie over the thick diapers.the buttons looked ready to pop at any time as was and the big stupid baby couldn't even walk with the massive bulk between his legs. Watching jace crawl around and whine, the paci still in his mouth Alec felt himself getting hard and found himself wondering why he had fought this for so long..though it was safe to assume when jace had pictured Alec getting involved, Alec likely hadn't of been this mean. Taking note of the time, Alec smiled at Jace and leaned down, using a sweet mocking baby talk voice. "Well now mister diaper dumper, does daddies stupid widdle baby wanna get him's nums nums in him now so daddy can eat in peace, or does daddies widdle woser wanna come and play pretend..and be daddies foot rest while he waits for him's supper? if you want num num's crawl over to your high chair, if you wanna have daddies stinky feet on you crawl over by daddies chair." jace wrinkled his nose at the idea of the second choice and started to crawl for the high chair, only for alec to pick him up and turn him around, in the direction of his chair. Jace got a confused look on his face and turned around to head for the high chair again, and again Alec turned him around. "Somebodies not quite getting what the correct answer is, is he?" Alec asked. jace suckled and whined, and pointed at his high chair, he HATED the smell of Alec's feet, and would bitch up a storm when Alec would leave his socks around the apartment. "If I have to smell your shitty diapers later, your huffing on my feet now. now you can sit up like a good boy over there and have my feet on your shoulders..or lay down on your back and get them in your face. If i have to turn you around again, it's face." Alec said. Jace whined and looked ready to cry, but as quickly as he could he scampered over and took a seat by the chair. "good boy~" Alec said coming over and smirking. "oh no, face the tv little man, that way daddy can get his stinky feet right in your dumb little face with ease."

Ok, this wasn't what Jace had wanted at all. Sure he like a kinda mean and evil daddy, but his buns and crotch were already getting sore, his knees were getting scuffed up and now he was gonna have to -UGH- Huff foot stink! Still Alec was giving off a very clear aura of 'don't fuck with me' so baby jace did as he was told, and whined as the stinky smelly sock clad feet of Alec were pressing on either side of his face. "I hope you don't mind, but daddy went for a nice long run today. Oh, i bet you can tell huh buddy?" Alec teased and then rubbed the top of his left foot against Jace's nose. Jace whined and thought about spitting his paci out so he could just breath though his mouth, the funk was strong with Alec's feet but that thought was dashed as Alec spoke up. "bit of a friend heads up baby boy, if that paci comes out daddies gonna assume you wanna suck on his toes." Alec chuckled. jace whined and whimpered, and started to hope the take out would hurry up and get here,even if it meant watching Alec wolf down all the adult food.

The rush of power Alec was feeling as he made the diaper dork suffer was giving him major wood, and he toyed with rubbing one out and coating the back of the babies head with cum, then got a look at the time. 'Shit..even with jace's amazing mouth skills I don't have time to nut.' Alec thought with a frown and took out a bit of his frustration lightly kicking Jace's in the face. The big baby whined A LOT at that but before he could follow up, there was a knock at the door, and Alec took his feet off of Jace. "Well, go get the door silly. don't worry, Daddy pre paid for the din din.But if the delivery boy wants a tip you can suck him off." Alec laughed. Jace whimpered but crawled over, his big fat diaper butt swaying and almost making Alec have a accident as he got to the door and then slowly opened it. "Happy birthday diaper bitch!" came Simon's voice and Jace's Pacifier fell out of his mouth, though it was thankfully clipped to his onesie. "W-What are y-you.." Jace started to ask, but Simon pushed the big baby over and walked past him, carrying dinner for two and Alec got up to greet him, the two MEN kissing while the BABY watched.

After watching his ex and his current boyfriend make out for a little bit, which despite the pain had Jace rubbing the front of his diaper, the big baby finally found his voice. "W-What's..what's going on here?" he asked in a small voice. "oh? isn't it clear little one?" Simon asked, smirking. "Likely not. he IS a big dumb baby after all." Alec laughed, then looked at Jace. "you see baby Jace, when two adults love each other VERY much-" he started. "CUT THE CRAP!" Jace huffed and closed the door, then tried to get to his feet. "How long have you been fucking around on me behind my back!" "oh, we started right about the time I found out my boyfriend who i thought was a MAN, was just a diaper filling loser. One who can't even be arsed to wear undies to bed anymore and just wants diapers all the time. Then i found out that Simon here used to baby you..but he got sick of wiping your shitty ass." Alec said. "We both realized that while your cute, and it IS fun to torment you, neither of us wanted the responsibility's of being a full time single daddy, and honestly, it's nice to have a partner who can fuck you now and then without wearing a strap-on over his huggies." Simon went on. "So really, we decided to have the best of both worlds. and you get to live out your cute wittle fetish. I'm dumping you as a boyfriend, but you can stay here and live with me and Simon as long as you promise to be a good little fucktard diaper cuck. Before you go to get al high and mighty, it's only MY name on the lease for this place, so I can and WILL kick you out the SECOND you try and get uppity. Furthermore your bank account is officially at zero, I let Simon have your bank card yesterday and you never even noticed it was gone." Alec said cheerfully. "so to recap, you have NO money, NO where to go..and we donated al of your adult clothes earlier while you were out having a birthday coffee with what's her name..who knows what a diaper slut you are and was only too happy to get you out of the house for this." Simon finished. "i..but..You.." Jace whimpered, his legs getting weak and giving out on him as he plopped onto his butt, the onesie popping open and tears started to leak down his cheeks. "awww, is the widdle baby gonna cry cuz he fell down and went boom?" Simon asked, coming over and leaning down. "or is it your realizing this is just like all those stories you write, where you or anther boy would find himself trapped in baby land?" Alec asked. jace was full on bawling now and the new daddies laugh and picked him up, and cheeked his tear stained cheek.s "Happy birthday LOSER." they said in unison.

One good long sob later, and Jace was in his high chair (and it actually WAS his.. Simon had paid for it in full using Jace's bank card and there was a no return policy.) they had tugged his onesie off and tied a bib around his neck, white with 'big dumb baby' in multi colored baby blocks on it, and had his arms pinned down by the tray so he couldn't feed himself. Simon was busy setting his and Alec's plates while Alec was dumping 3 jars of baby food into a big bowl, mixing brussel spouts with prunes and broccoli. the mixture didn't smell all that good and Jace had no illusions it was gonna taste any better then it smelled as Alec set the bowl on the tray and then got out a table spoon. "Ready to fill up on fart fuel diaper baby? this is gonna have your tummy cramping alll night, Since i made sure to get baby food that had expired. Don't worry, it's not gonna kill you or make you super sick..just like I said, you have a longggg night ahead of you~" Alec chuckled and scooped up a heaping amount. "I don't suppose I could just get a happy meal instead?" Jace tried, and got his mouth stuffed with the foul tasting muck instead. "I think that answers your question." Alec chuckled. jace just gagged and swallowed.

Alec signed, if there was one thing making feeding Jace the disgusting mush not so fun..it was the fact he had to spell it and put up with the foul smelling burps that were coming out before they were halfway done the bowl.he switched up with Simon so he could start on his food and smirked as Simon let out a belch right back in jace's face. "mmm, Mu Shu Pork..can you taste it on my breath?" Simon teased, knowing it was the babies favorite food. and also knowing Jace would NEVER have it again. "G-Guys come on..this..this is too much..Please..it's my bir-" Jace tried to whine but Simon stuffed his mouth again. "We know what day it is, that's why we waited till today to doom you to permanent baby hood. best birthday present ever, right?" Alec called over, between mouthfuls of noodles. Jace whined and started to sob again, some baby food coming out of his mouth and like a 'good' daddy, Simon scooped it up off his chin and back into his mouth.

with the MEN fed and the BABIES belly cramping and bloated, the little gas machine was plopped in the playpen and then it was set so the daddies could see him, and he could see the daddies, but no tv for widdle diaper dorks. instead, in the cramped playpen he had some soft blocks and a stuffed bear to amuse himself with, and Jace quickly became half bored out of his mind and just stuck seething with rage as he watched Simon and Alec make out on the couch. for the most part they just ignored him, save for when they'd make eye contract and flip him off. Just as Alec had predicted, Cramp's were soon hitting baby Jace's tummy tum and he found himself on his knees, rocking back and forth slightly and rubbing his tummy, belching lots and whining. Simon apparently had enough of said whining and grabbed Jace's paci and popped it in his mouth,and then added a warning as Jace went to spit it out. "if that comes out of your mouth, I'm replacing it with my gym socks, and duct taping your mouth." Jace wasn't sure if Simon would actually follow up on the threat but at this point he didn't wanna push his luck and suckled on the paci, closing his eyes as Simon patted his head. "Awww, there's a good widdle cuck~"

making out with Simon in front of his now EX boyfriend was driving Alec crazy, and he was grinding against his new boyfriend moaning like a bitch in heat. he could feel just how excited Simon was too and was about to suggest that they retire to the bedroom when a loud painful sounding fart, barely muffled by the diapers blasted out of the babies backside and a rotten smell filled the room. "sheesh, way to kill the mood stinker!" Alec teased. jace whined behind his paci and gave a helpless shrug, as if to ask what did they expect, but then closed his eyes as two more atomic farts blasted out of him. "Heh, this is the downside of those punishment diapers.. well fr us i mean. clearly for him the fact their giving him diaper rash and are so massive already suck..but they also do basically NOTHING to block stinky smells so dumb big babies have to suffer they're own stench." Simon said. "Geez no wonder the company that made these went tits up." Alec said, holding his nose and waving at the air. Jace seemed to perk up at that. "Don't get your hopes up stinker..I brought out the last of their stock." Simon teased then went on. "here's a math puzzle for you..If daddy Simon got 20 pallets of these diapers, and there are 30 boxes on each pallet, with each box having 3 packs, and every pack having 12 diapers..how many punishment diapers is baby Jace gonna hafa fill to the brim before he gets his stupid teddy bear diapers back?" Jace's eyes went wide and -adorably- he was doing the math, moving a finger in the air and then a long wet fart came out of him even as a hiss was heard. "if baby Jace thinks it's 21,600 then he's right! your butt and balls are gonna be permanently coated in diaper rash before your even though 100 diapers." Simon laughed. The made even more farts come out of the bloated cramping baby and Alec groaned. "Jace I'm warning you right now, if I have to change a shitty diaper before I get to fuck Simon or he gets to fuck me, I'm locking your sad excuse for a cock up in permanent chastity and you'll NEVER cum again!" Sadly, the threat did nothing to help and Jace's bowels gave way as he filled his diaper to the brim with a hot stinky load.

Having to pause their love making to change the baby understandably left Alec and Simon less then happy on the outside, but on the inside they were thrilled. they would of normally just of left Jace stinky and put him in his new nursery but since they were eager to lock him up and keep him for don't more then leak pre for the rest of his stupid big baby life, they were willing to give him a early bum change. cleaning up the stinker wasn't a picnic but had to be done to ensure the best fit and then as Alec held the crying and hysterical Jace down, Alec started to cast a rune with on hand, fitting a small pink cage on Jace's cock. "No! No please! you can't do this! At least let me cum one last time!" Jace bawled, trying to get free. "It's my fucking cock! Daddies please!" Sadly the babies plea's fell on deaf ears, and with a lock click that made Jace shut up even as tears flowed down his cheeks, Jace realized he was getting everything he ever had begged for..and yet he didn't want it. "Happy Birth LOSER!" Both of his new daddies said together, and kissed his cheeks.

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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“I never thought I’d be taking a dress off you.”

jungkook x reader genre: smut; fluff; slight crack? word count: 2.4K

a/n: Here’s a little Halloween (sort of) piece that was meant to be straight fluff and then turned into this. There’s Titanic themed costumes, flashbacks to cherry Guk, and some brief sex against a refrigerator. There’s also mention of a previous fic I wrote where the reader teases Guk by pretending not to notice his freshly dyed red hair, which can be found right here. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and thank you for reading :))

JUNGKOOK stood at the kitchen counter, still dressed in his Titanic-themed Halloween costume, staring down the jack-o-lanterns you both carved the night before.

It was his first time carving a pumpkin, which you kindly told him through a series of innuendos that you’d “walk him through it”, ensuring his “first time” would be “special”. You had also told him that it would be a fairly simple task.

“I mean, kids do this shit, so just keep that in mind,” you told him the night before just before you began working on your pumpkins, Jungkook nodding at the assurance. Then you added a teasing, “So if you fuck up, remember, children literally do this.” You recalled the way Jungkook glared at you, fighting the smirk that toyed on his lips.

Despite your teasing, he managed to make a perfect pumpkin, skillfully cutting out an outline of the Evil Dead’s Ash, holding his iconic chainsaw, the word “groovy” carved next to the outline. Next to his pumpkin sat your more traditional one, a classic mean looking jack-o-lantern, looking very unimpressive next to your golden boyfriend’s.

As you entered the kitchen, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, having changed out of your own Titanic costume, in which you were literally the ship, Titanic, you caught Jungkook staring at the pumpkins. “Would you quit eye fucking your pumpkin, please,” you said, annoyance showing.

“Hey, I was actually looking at yours,” he countered. “I know you said kids make these things, but I didn’t think you were going to give me an example of how they do it,” he smirked, holding back his own amusement.

“And to think I was just gonna tell you what a hot Rose you make,” you shook your head, feigning disappointment, allowing your eyes to drag up and down his dress covered body before latching onto the red wig atop his head.

You see, the vocal line and you decided to wear group costumes, you and Taehyung coming up with the idea to dress up as the Titanic. To put a playful twist on it, you had Jungkook dress in a gown and a red wig to fit the role of Rose, while Jimin dressed up as Jack. You and Taehyung shared the ship costume, both hauling around cardboard halves of the ship that hung from your shoulders. Jin dressed as the iceberg.

Jungkook giggled at your comment, moving towards the pumpkins, yielding a lighter.

“I like your hair,” you told him.

Jungkook looked over his shoulder at you, smirking slightly as he sang out the famous Ariana Grande lyrics, “Gee thanks, just bought it,” with little hip movements and a giggle slipping from his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you walked towards him as he turned back to the pumpkins, lighting the candles inside of them, illuminating the dimly lit kitchen in an orange glow. Setting your hand on his shoulder, you leaned towards him, your chest brushing against his shoulder blades as you whispered against his ear, “You’re giving me cherry Guk flashbacks.”

With your touch, the tone of which you spoke the words, and his own flashbacks to how sexy you found his red dyed hair, he noticeably leaned back into you. Some of the most carnal moments between you both was when he had his bright reddish pink hair. When you first saw the freshly dyed locks months back, and after you teased him by pretending you didn’t notice the drastic change to his hair color, he fucked you on this very kitchen counter you were currently stood next to. The memory and the way your chest was purposely pressed against his back had blood rushing down his body.

Turning around to face you, you reached for a strand of curly red hair that hung off his shoulder, twirling it around your pointer finger. Not being able to resist the urge to tease him- you never could- you smirked. “Joon sure did look good tonight,” you said simply, your eyes leaving the strand of fake hair to meet his eyes, just in time to see them form into a glare.

“He was literally dressed as me,” Jungkook informed you, annoyance lacing his tone, you shrugging in response.

While the vocal line, plus you, all dressed as Titanic, the rap line all dressed as the maknae line, sporting looks straight from the Idol music video- Yoongi dressing as Tae, Hoseok as Jimin, and Namjoon as Jungkook. Yoongi and Joon even went as far as wearing a half and half pink and blonde wig, and a red wig, respectively.

“I’m just saying, he looked good as cherry Guk.” You smirked as Jungkook reached out to grab onto your hips tightly.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He held back a smile. “Always such a brat.”

Before you could respond, Jungkook’s lips were on your own, his body flush against yours as he shoved your backside against the counter. As your hands grabbed onto his shoulders and you allowed him to deepen the kiss, he swiftly lifted you up onto the counter, easily settling is body between the v of your legs.

Jungkook’s hands roamed from your hips, down to your thigh crease, his thumbs slipping under the hem of your shorts to massage the sensitive area on your legs. He began trailing kisses down to your jaw, traveling to your neck, you extending and angling it in response to him. One of his hands dragged up the side of your body as his lips left kisses along your neck and jaw until he met your earlobe.

His hand gripped the flesh overtop your ribcage just below your boob as he whispered, “Is it weird that I was a little jealous of you being a ship with Tae?” He asked, his tone raspy.

Speaking into the silence of the kitchen, you said, “Maybe, but I was a little jealous of Jimin being the Jack to your Rose,” you smirked. “Next year you should be Rose again. I’ll be the hunk of wood that they both could have obviously fit on,” you joked and slightly ranted.

Jungkook giggled against your neck as you threaded your fingers into his hair, only for them to get tangled in the hair of his wig. Jungkook pulled back to look at you with hooded eyes, meeting your amused ones just as you burst into a fit of giggles.

“I can’t take you fucking serious right now, dude, oh my god,” you said through your laughter, causing Jungkook to throw his head back in a loud cackle, remembering what he was dressed in. His arms moved to wrap around your waist as he stepped closer to you to hug you tightly, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he giggled against you. “Take this thing off,” you chuckled, pulling the wig off his head and tossing it across the kitchen to land somewhere, abandoned on the tiled floor.

While one hand slipped to the back of his messy head of hair, your other hand slid down his body, your fingers dragging over the material of the dress until they hovered just above his bulge. The presence of your hand drew him to look up from your shoulder, his lustful eyes locking with yours as you slowly began to gather the clothing with your fingers, inch by inch, lifting the dress higher and higher.

“I never thought I’d be taking a dress off you,” you told him with a smile.

An amused grin overtook Jungkook’s face as he let out a single breathy chuckle. “Does it do it for you?” He joked back, leaning towards you to kiss you softly.

“Mm, it’s sexy,” you spoke against his lips. When your fingertips felt the hem of the dress, signaling his lower half was no longer covered, you easily slid your hand underneath he waistband of his boxer briefs. Your breath became heavier, though you attempted to appear calm as your fingers brushed over his length, your palm flat against his pubic area.

Jungkook shivered at the teasing touch, his hand grabbing the back of your head as he kissed you roughly. Pulling away slightly, he nipped at your bottom lip, groaning as you continued to taunt him with the tips of your fingers.

“Baby,” he whined in a whisper.

At the sound of his desperate voice, you slid your hand further down, wrapping your hand around him. “What do you want, Kookie?” You teased.

Leaning his forehead against yours, he smirked with a breathy scoff. “Baby, come on,” he urged.

Kissing his nose sweetly, you smiled innocently. “What? You know I’m yours,” you told him, watching the amusement swirl around his hooded eyes.

That was all he needed to take complete control of the situation, his hands roughly grabbing the sides of your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the counter. He swiftly tugged your shorts and panties off the curve of your ass, sliding them down your legs, the clothing pooling in a pile below you both. Jungkook kicked the items across the kitchen carelessly.

You helped shove his underwear off, Jungkook pushing them the rest of the way down. As soon as they were off, he was lining himself up with you.

“Come here,” he smiled, you sitting up straighter to lean towards him, sporting a smile of your own. Jungkook connected his mouth with yours in a slow kiss as he eased himself inside you, your mouth opening against his at the feeling of his length.

As his thrusts picked up both power and speed, you threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, gasping at the way Jungkook slammed into you.

Looking back to him, you gave him a lazy smile, Jungkook returning it. Your eyes ran down his body, a small giggle slipping out just as a moan cut it off.

Reaching for the sides of his dress, you lifted it over his head, struggling over his broad shoulders. Jungkook lost his rhythm as his face got caught in the dress, a cute giggle sounding from beneath the clothing, a complete contrasting to the way he had just been fucking you.

Weak from laughter at the scene in front of you- your boyfriend trying to continue the movement of his hips despite losing his vision, most of his access to oxygen, and childlike giggles coming from him- you gave the dress another harsh tug, releasing Jungkook’s head from it, completely exposing the entirety of his built body. The wide smile on his face, his eyes crinkled, sent an overwhelming rush of adoration through you.

Tossing the dress to the side, you wrapped your arms around the back of Jungkook’s head, kissing him passionately, messy with laughter, the emotion attached to the kiss surprising Jungkook, making him halt his movements for a moment.

“Fuck, I love you,” you confessed against his lips, kissing him again. Jungkook’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs near your ass, easily lifting you off the counter, bouncing your body up just a bit to adjust his hands so they were holding the backs of your thighs, holding you to him.

“I love you so much,” he replied with labored breath, breaking up the kiss just long enough to speak the words. The way you moaned into his mouth had him eagerly ramming your body against the refrigerator door, the contents inside the door clanking against each other as he continued to move his hips, in and out of you.

The pleasure increasing, you arched your back, breaking the kiss as you tilted your head back to rest against the fridge. Jungkook’s mouth easily attached to your chest, sucking and nibbling. You shifted your body to help him reach your breast, your bare hip making contact with the refrigerator’s touch screen, all sorts of beeps and dings sounding as your body accidentally pressed buttons.

As Jungkook went deeper, your ass flattened against the screen, the ice maker suddenly starting up, sending ice pouring out, knocking into your and Jungkook’s legs before breaking on contact with the floor.

Jungkook laughed against your chest, you giggling against his forehead as he carried you across the kitchen to the dining room table.

Flashing him a lazy smile, you placed your hand at the back of his head, tugging on his hair as his hands found your waist, giving you a light teasing squeeze. His lips found yours easily as his hips rocked into you harder, you both finding yourselves teetering on the edge.

Wrapping one arm around the back of Jungkook’s neck, your other arm extended behind you, supporting you against the table, he nuzzled his face into your neck. Jungkook hugged his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, his hips moving faster and harder. Small moans sounded against your shoulder as a series of kisses were left to the spot.

Burying the side of your face into his hair, you gasped, mumbling a mixture of oh my god’s and fuck’s. When Jungkook’s right arm left your waist, his fingers finding your clit as he kissed and sucked on your neck, you knew he was reaching his high.

He continued to thrust into you, despite the oversensitivity he was beginning to feel. You laid back, resting on your elbows, giving your boyfriend more access to your clit as he continued bringing you to your finish.

Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you saw the fucked out determination set in his features. Soon, you were pushed over the edge, tossing your head back as you took in a sharp inhale, the exhale coming out in a soft moan before your breathing became quick and jagged.

After the feeling washed through you, you looked back towards your boyfriend who was staring down at you with a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes that told you he was planning to make a smartass comment. You knew the look all too well.

Raising your eyebrows in expectancy, you bit back a grin when his smirk curved into a stunning smile.

“I can’t believe you made me take off my wig,” he giggled at himself, making you snort in surprise of his silly comment.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, sitting up so you could shove at his chest.

“I was really trying to fulfill your cherry Guk desires,” he continued, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against his warm toned body.

Wrapping your own arms around his naked waist, you slid a hand down his lower back to the curve of his ass, leaving a smack to the skin, making him chuckle into your hair.

“Shut the fuck up,” you told him through a giggle. When Jungkook sweetly kissed the top of your head, you left one in return to his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

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thetravelerwrites · 5 years ago

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Monster Match 16

The Traveler's Masterlist

For @cozycryptidcorner: “I am bisexual, but after a very rough and toxic wlw relationship I'm leaning more towards the male side of the gender spectrum. I love art, I love doing it, I love looking at it, and one day I kind of hope I can work to save it. I'm an INTJ on the MBTI, which basically translates to stubbornness, attempts to be logical, and trying to see the world as a place with a set of rules to bend follow, bend, or break.

If I see cracks in the foundation of the system, I'll try to cheat it and see how far I'll go. Even though I'm a procrastinator, I'm also a perfectionist, and don't like it when people see thing that are anything but A+ material. I'm quick to see whether or not people can be my friends, or if they'd get on my nerves after a couple of interactions, and I have a very small select group of people that I would consider close. I have one brat son, a rabbit named Huckleberry, who I love even though he is an ungrateful bastard. My life motto is "do no harm but take no shit." I love reading.

I hate nosy/presumptuous/narcissistic people. I have a bad habit of being incredibly competitive and having to drive people I don't like into the ground. I’m very angry about a lot of thing, so someone who can be calm without being condescending when faced with their and my emotions would be great. Also someone who pushes me not to be excellent in everything, but to enjoy things and take some wild chances would be nice too. One of the greatest compliments I ever got was that if Nazis rolled into the country tomorrow, I’d be out and about sabotaging tanks and stuff, so someone with an equal kind of moral compass who acts in the face of evil would also be great.”

You’ve been Matched with a Drow!

You stormed into your apartment, shucking off your bookbag, hurling it violently into a corner, and flopped down onto your couch, growling and pulling at your hair.

Your boyfriend, Seznik, looked out from the kitchen where he was painting imaginative swear words on mugs, a hobby of his. His white, shoulder-length hair was a stark contrast against his purple-black skin and dark eyes. He was shirtless, but had on a painting apron and pajama pants

“Have you died?” He asked, his head tilted curiously.

“No,” You said through your teeth. “But I might kill some people.”

“Who?”

“That bitch classmate of mine and my art professor,” You replied, flipping so that your head was dangling off the couch and your legs were up on the top. “That asshole purposefully misspelled my name on my art piece in the display. And if I have to listen to that pimple of a woman who sits next to me complain about how she hates college because she’s 35 and surrounded by a bunch of kids one more time, I’ll scream. Like, bitch, why you even here, then?!”

You turned your head to look at him while still upside down. “That’s justifiable homicide, right? Like, if I murdered them both, the jury would be sympathetic, don’t you think?”

He snickered, shaking his head, standing against the door frame of the living room with his arms folded. “Honey, you know you don’t want to kill them,” He said in an even, reasonable tone. “You obviously want to steal their tires.”

“Oh, my God,” You said, flipping right-ways up. “You are completely right. Put on a shirt, it’s date night.”

He laughed sharply and unlaced the apron strings.

“Can we stop for ice cream after?” You asked him as he pulled a shirt over his head.

“Would it be a date and a misdemeanor if we didn’t?” He asked, grinning.

You smiled for the first time that day and kissed him soundly. “I’m glad I caught you trying to put a worm in my hair when we were camp counselors. Best decision I ever made was to ask you out instead of beat you up.”

“Hey, there’s always time. Lots of worms in the world.”

You shoved him and laughed. “Shut up and grab the tire iron. We’ve got wheels to sell on Craigslist. Professor Asshole’s rims will pay next month’s rent.”

His grin widened wickedly as the two of you exited your apartment.

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heechulhamster · 6 years ago

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Can’t Sleep?- Donghae

Lee Donghae x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut, lots of smut. Dominance. 18+

Synopsis: Lee Donghae is your new bodyguard, but him watching you in your room made you want another thing or two.

This was inspired by the Black Suit MV and the Protector series by @k-pop-imagines which I really loved! I heavily suggest you read it here because it’s a really good story!

I just have to remind that the character’s (reader) age here is 25. And Donghae’s age is his current age, the “Mr. Lee” thing is just a display of dominance. (As I am not that into daddy kink, sorry) This is my first smut, I hope I did the most handsome man of Kpop justice.

You let out a dissatisfied groan when your bodyguard followed you inside your room. “Do you really need to be here? Are we not valuing the concept of privacy now?”

“Your father said I should be anywhere you are, following what happened.” He explained with his old, stern voice.

You had to admit you find Donghae way too attractive for his job. A few news articles have already speculated that he is your boyfriend, with pictures of you going out shopping and him accompanying you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

And that’s the exact same reason you feel uneasy with Donghae being with you in your room. You don’t trust your control and willpower not to exceed professional relations or proximity with this man.

You sighed in defeat, he had a point. After the kidnapping attempt, you surely couldn’t risk your life again. And you’d be more than glad to have him by your side.

You both entered the room, and you gestured for him to sit in a chair near the window on the right side of your bed.

“I’m just gonna change, and please don’t meddle with my stuff. I’m gonna have you fired first thing in the morning.” You warned him with your finger.

“I’m not interested in your girly things.” He said once more in his trademark stern tone.

You swear that you would’ve liked Donghae if he hadn’t been so cold. All emotion he has was either mocking or nothing at all. He had already gotten to your nerves a few times by being so stale, but all he said was emotions wasn’t a part of his job. To which you understood, but he could be more human to make you feel comfortable.

You slipped in a baby pink night gown and went outside. You saw him sitting on the chair in a cross legged manner, only looking at you.

“You sure you don’t need anything?” You asked, to which Donghae simply replied by shaking his head.

“Are you sure you’re a human, not a robot?” You mocked him, and you swore you saw a little bit of smile in his eyes but it faded as soon as it showed.

“Part of my training, and old habits die hard.” He said with a small smile formed in his face.

“You look more friendly when you smile, try to do it more often.” You said as you slide under your covers.

“A bodyguard doesn’t need to look friendly. We need to look tough.” He said, while his elbow leaned on the armrest and he propped his head on his hand.

“Well you could look friendly to me so I can feel comfortable with you.”

You tried to drift off but you were conscious that Donghae was in your room. You turned to your right to see him just intently looking at you. “You’re starting to creep me out, Donghae.”

“I’m just doing my job.”

“So you’re just gonna stare at me all night?” You asked.

“Yes, that’s what it means when I said I’ll watch you.” His index finger landed on his lips while his other fingers supported his chin. He looked really seductive in that pose. The warm orange light accenting his khaki suit really made him look sexier. And you’re left to wonder what lies under that tight black turtleneck he’s wearing.

You sighed in disbelief. It’s hard to fall asleep when someone is watching you. But an evil plan entered your mind. So he’s gonna watch you all night? Well you’ll give him something to watch.

You pretended to sleep for a while before you muttered a word, “Fuck, I can’t sleep.” You didn’t hear any reply so you carried on your plan.

Your hands slowly snaked down your body, throwing your head down harder on the pillow when you reached between your thighs. With your eyes closed, you shifted your head to the right, facing him. You bit your lips a little as your hands pressed on your clit. You let out a few light moans as you pleasured yourself.

You opened your eyes to see him looking away, peering from the thick curtains. You let out a chuckle when you realized you made him uncomfortable.

“I thought you’re supposed to watch me?” You asked teasingly.

He looked back at you, “I don’t want to interfere with something private.” You could sense the tone shift in his voice, he was bothered. He was bothered in a way you wanted him to be.

“You crossed that line when you let yourself in my room. Now, stick to your job and watch.” You said commandingly.

“What are you doing anyway?” He asked.

“I can’t fall asleep, this can help.”

Donghae’s eyes fixated unto you once more, desire was flashed on his face. You went back to what you were doing and your hands circled your clit once more.

You could see him hang by a thread to hide his fueling desire. You saw him shift on his seat a few times, his eyes still on you. Deciding to be more risky and playful, you got out of your covers so Donghae can see how you pleasure yourself.

Your hands worked gracefully as your eyes gazed unto his. Your sight traveled south and saw a forming hardness in his pants. And as your unclean thoughts these past few days about him imagines, that guy was really well bestowed down there.

You sat on the side of your bed. “Enjoying the show?”

“I’m just doing my job here.” He said with a frustrated voice.

“Your erection tells you otherwise.” You bit your lip. “Do we need to do something about it?”

“That’s way beyond my job description.” Donghae’s actions betrayed his words as you see him palm his erection through his pants.

“I’m not asking you to do your job.” You licked your lips before proceeing on your next words. “I’m asking you to fuck me.”

A small chuckle left his lips, and his hand ran over his lips before propping his elbows on his knees.

“I’d do that, in one condition.” You raised your eyes in curiosity. “I’m in control.”

“Then go ahead and control me.”

Donghae stood up from his seat, slowly approaching you. Him standing in front of you made the best angle to view the hardness in his pants, which made you gulp. His index finger reached your chin and raised your face. He carefully removed his coat and threw it to the chair behind him.

He tucked a loose strand of hair in your ear and cupped your face with one hand a little bit harshly. “Brats like you really know how to get what they want, don’t you?”

You smiled cockily in return, which quickly faded when he held your hips to stand up and he seated, making you change positions. Donghae’s hands were still on your hips, it slowly travelled down and back to your derrière. He gave your butt a little squeeze before reaching the hem of your night gown. His fingers played with the lace while you stood there like a statue because you didn’t exactly know what to do.

“You purposefully wore this, didn’t you?” He looked at you with a cocky grin. “Didn’t expect you to be such a hoe for your bodyguard.”

You almost replied to his words but his hands entered your nightgown and back to your butt. He pulled you closer and kissed your stomach over the silk material. He once again put his lips slightly lower, making your lower stomach feel the heat. Your hands reached the back of his head, lightly entangling your fingers with his blond hair only to be whisked away by his hand.

Donghae’s hands return back in your night gown and pulled your underwear off, leaving you only in the silk piece you were wearing.

“We’re in no need of that.”

He pulled you down to sit on his lap. Your hands rested on his shoulders as he put some of your stray hair behind your shoulders. Donghae’s fingers traced your jaw ever so lightly.

“I can see why you need to be protected.” The back of his hand are now on your cheek, “So fragile.” His other hand inching up your thighs. “So precious.”

He lowered his head down your neck. “And I’m honored to protect such thing.” He kissed your neck. It was light at first then it travelled down your collarbones. There he sucked harshly, leaving a mark.

“Just a reminder of the favor I’m giving you tonight.” You would’ve protested, it was your favor of letting him touch you. He was just your bodyguard but now you’re all weak and dazed riding his lap. But he exudes too much dominance that you’re far too intimidated to complain.

He kissed your lips, starting again softly and subtly getting deeper as you press your hands on the back of his head. Donghae’s hands were constantly caressing your thigh as you carried on your heated liplock.

A gasp was released from your lips when his fingers started circling your clitoris. Which he took to his advantage to introduce his tongue in your kiss.

You couldn’t help but break the kiss and throw your head backwards when he inserted a finger in your wetness. Your hands still intertwined on his nape to prevent you from falling as he pumped one, two, then soon three fingers inside you.

“You’ve put on quite a show earlier. But you’d have to admit it feels better when it’s me.” He teased with a cocky grin.

“Yes...” You said breathlessly.

“Hmm, what was that? It’s Mr. Lee for you, princess.” Donghae commanded.

“Yes, Mr. Lee.” You obliged as you buried your face on his neck while he continued pumping his lengthy fingers inside you.

Your hands travelled on his back and slowly tugged up his shirt. He pulled his fingers outside you to remove his black turtleneck and threw it behind you. Your hands now held his skin, and you made a mental note on how strong his biceps felt. You looked on his wonderful body, it’s a shame he had to hide such wonder with the suits he wore.

Donghae slipped the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders. The clothing pooled in your hips when it slid down your body. He looked at you from down up. You met his eyes and he just gave a smirk on how red you looked.

He dived on your chest and sucked on your nipple while his fingers went back on its job below. His other hand supporting your back as you leaned in pleasure. You were a moaning mess, and all kinds of profanities left your mouth.

“Keep quiet, darling. Everyone knows I’m the one with you in here.” He spoke against your breasts.

You struggled to keep quiet, a whimper or two still coming from you. You feel your lower stomach stir, you were close to reach your peak. He smirked when he saw how undone you are, beads of sweat on your forehead, your hands pulling on his hair, cheeks flushed red, and biting your lips. Donghae was surely enjoying the view.

“I know you feel it, be a good girl and cum for me.” And cum you did.

He lifted his fingers to your mouth, “Suck.” And you opened your mouth and tasted what has just came out of your body. And he pulled you into a kiss.

He lifted you off his lap and down the bed. You were shocked when Donghae stood and approached the chair.

“Where are you going? What about you?” You asked in confusion, because you surely felt his hardness while on his lap earlier.

“Oh no, princess, we’re not finished yet.”

You saw his figure walk to the chair and grabbed his coat earlier, there he grabbed his handkerchief and his wallet. Donghae pulled out a condom from his wallet and you understood what he meant.

He unbuckled his belt as he stood beside your bed and you we’re too damned excited on seeing his pride. He pulled down his pants and boxers only down under his butt and kneeled on the bed. You gulped when you saw what sprung free from his boxers. He was, indeed, sizeable. You now know where he pulls all that confidence and manliness because it just shows, girth, length, and all.

His hands pumped his cock a few times before positioning between your legs. Which you spread in anticipation. as you bit your lip.

“Excited, aren’t we?” He joked to which you chuckled in reply.

His hands pinned beside your head and kissed you passionately one more time before he entered you. He didn’t move at first, letting you adjust as he kissed your neck.

Donghae slowly started thrusting, and you couldn’t help but make a sound in satisfaction. This exceeded what you imagined earlier, he was in control but he was gentle.

“Do I make you feel good, Princess?” He asked you as he built up his pace.

“Yes, Mr. Lee.” You said in response. He smiled and continued kissing your neck.

“It’s my job to serve and protect you, after all.” He whispered near your ear, and you blushed rather too much on his words.

You stayed in that rhythm for a few minutes, until he fastened up his pace and left you again in a moaning - no, screaming mess. Your fingernails scratching his shoulders as he started to pump harshly inside you.

“Stay quiet, or this will be the last time you see me.” He warned, to which you know he was right. If anyone gets the idea that you and Donghae’s relationship exceeds that of professional aspects, he’ll be fired by your father in an instant.

You struggled to say silent as he continued pounding in and out of you. You’ve never had it this good. He was too caring, yet dominant. It was the perfect mix of hot and cold. And more than the physical touch, the intimidation with the presence of still being protected left your mind in a euphoric state.

You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan when he combined his fingers pleasuring your clit as he thrusts in you. You felt him slow down when you did that.

“Not being a good girl, aren’t you?” He groaned.

Donghae grabbed the handkerchief he set down on your nightstnd and stuffed it lightly on your mouth.

“I wouldn’t want this to be the last time, so stay quiet.” And he went back inside you, he was harsher this time. Pounding in and out of you hardly as your moans were muffled by the piece of cloth.

You reached your orgasm quickly with his fast pace. He grinned in satisfaction seeing how spent you are, he continued for a while to get his own release.

You felt his thrusts be out of sync and a few moments later you were certain he already reached his peak. He pulled out of you and stood up from the bed, walking to the bathroom and leaving you on the bed.

When Donghae came back after a short moment, he was holding some tissue paper and his pants were now properly worn. He approached you, and he used the tissues to clean you up. His other hand stroking your cheek as he did so.

He leaned to kiss your forehead, “I hope you can sleep now.” To which you can only hum in agreement due to being so tired.

He smiled and chastely kissed you on the lips, as if you didn’t do something so erotic a few moments earlier.

Donghae stood up from your bed and returned to sit on the chair, not bothering to wear anything on his upper body anymore.

And to be honest, it was the best view to last see before you fall asleep.

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aeondeug · 6 years ago

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So @thedrunkenminstrel did this so I might as well too. Let’s get an Aon’s Top Ten Ships list running! I will say right now that this list is honestly a very shaky thing. A lot of is something that is subject to heavy shifting around, and some of the things that are on it currently probably wouldn’t be if you asked me another day. The top three I can more genuinely state are like Actual Factual Top Three Material and wouldn’t shift much at all. But the rest are up to heavy degrees of change.

10. Naruto/Hinata from Naruto We’ve got to start this list off right and to do that let’s put one of my weirdly enduring baby ships in the ten spot. This was honestly kind of tied with three other ships that I’ll mention later as honorable mentions, but Naruhina gets to win out its spot for its bizarre personal significance to me. Namely the ship is weirdly instrumental in my realizing I was trans, by way of an AU I worked on where Hinata was a transman. And the entire thing was very heavily focused on that woe and also romance with Naruto who tried to teach Hinata the ropes of being a dude. Which sounds like a beautifully terrible trainwreck now, honestly, given that it’d probably involve him showing Hinata the local pornshop and being like YES. THE HEIGHT OF MANHOOD. titty mags. Stepping away from that weird personal significance that no one else save me holds for it though...Naruhina is one of those early ships I clung to really, really hard because I heavily related to one half of the ship and saw, in the other person, traits I found admirable. Like, yes, Naruto’s an irritating jackass who fails all his classes but he’s loud and out there and keeps trying even though he basically always fails up until the point when the plot deems him Ninja Jesus. All traits a nervous kid desperately wished he had and ones that I found endearing or attractive. Even if so much of the rest of him is so grating. Also this sets up the major theme of this list, namely that if you’re earning my undying shipper love chances are I relate to one half and have a crush on the other half. 9. Saria/Malon from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time This is really low on the list, but it’s here for one very important reason. And that reason is is that it is the crackship that will not die. Years have past since a little kid went ‘but what if the cute farm girl and the fairy girl were a couple!’ and the ship’s stuck. It’s also evolved over the years. Evolved into something that by its very nature is doomed to tragedy. Because really if you think about it there’s no real way it could be anything but. Saria dies in the end and is also a weird eternal child type deal. Malon’s going to grow up and move on from her first dumb little kid crush. It’s not really a ship I like am actively, emotionally obsessed with but it is one that I repeatedly go back to and just toy with the idea of every so often. Like it’s just an idea I find compelling to toy with. Early childhood love that by its very nature must die between a human and what amounts to a fairy. 8. Satoko/Rika from Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Alright now we’re back to something I am like deeply and emotionally invested in. As someone with an abusive family seeing Satoko’s story in Higurashi was a harrowing experience as a kid. Especially as a kid who has outright lied to CPS before to avoid further abuse. It was also a comforting one in a fashion. Since even before saving Satoko, Rika and her friends are always there to at least try and save her. Satoko’s a horrible brat and a horrible brat that I relate to. Rika’s...weird meanwhile. She’s someone who’s technically a child but due to magical fuckery is actually mentally matured past that. She’s also been pretty scarred by the trauma of what she’s gone through and it’s left her not entirely ‘human’. So much so she needs to eventually go through an arc just to realize that, no, it’s time to give up being a witch and to just...try and find what’s normal. Even though everything about that sounds wrong or even impossible. And that in itself is also relatable. But even then she’s still Satoko’s best friend and Satoko is her best friend. They stick by each other and I’d imagine they would later on in life. But even later on in life there’d still likely be mental disconnect there for a good chunk of time. And one also has to keep in mind that while Rika’s mentally lived for at least one hundred years she’s still not an adult. She’s just a child that was forced to grow up too fast and that’s eventually going to bite her I think, when she realizes that in itself isn’t adulthood. That’s an interesting thing to think of an toy with, I think. 7. Porrim/Aranea from Homestuck An entirely unsurprising pick from me if you know anything about me from my Homestuck days. Which are like my normal days, honestly, but the fervor’s kind of died down. Give it a bit though and we’ll get right back to Hamsteaking. Porrim is just...a very one-note little joke. In all honesty. But she’s one that provides like a vast sea of unexplored potential. Porrim is, like so much of Homestuck, a perfect Barbie doll to play makebelieve with. She is also a vampire. This nets her like 50,000 bonus points immediately. Then there’s Aranea. Aranea is a bad person. Let’s make no bones about that. She is a bad person. But she’s cute in a way, when she’s not being awful. She’s also someone that reminds me somewhat of the person my current boyfriend used to be, while also having troubles that I myself find relatable. And the most important part of the ship is that they canonically broke up. Which sounds like a weird ass reason to ship a thing I suppose, but the breaking up is what makes the ship interesting to me. It’s basically a tragedy in action. It can’t work out in the main timelines, though it might in alternates. And I like exploring what led up to it not working out. 6. Chise/Elias from The Ancient Magus Bride This is sadly not in the top ten yet as I don’t quite feel comfortable putting it there when I’m not caught up. But given where I currently am in the manga I have to say that this is one of the most disgustingly me romances I’ve seen in a bit. We’ve got a spooky monster man, an awkward abused girl...He calls her puppy and gives her head pats and they nuzzle each other like dogs. He kind of wants to eat her and he’s kind of a creepy weirdo to her at times, but she’s also not seeming like someone that is just going to bow down and eternally accept that and... And they’re both learning how to people. They both are. Neither of them really knows how to do this whole human thing that well. They’re both emotionally fucked and dysfunctional in their own ways. And they’re learning from each other. In such a fashion that I legitimately cried while reading my comics. Which is a bit hard to manage. Given proper time and catching up they may well travel up this list. 5. Malus/Carrie from Castlevania 64/Legacy of Darkness Alright. Back to childhood ships. Also more monsters. Also these were kind of awful ass games and neither Carrie nor Malus really have much personality at all. Carrie’s personality is mostly relegated to material in the manual, which paints her as an incredibly angry and distrusting child that hates adults and also God for failing her repeatedly. But that’s all just stuff in like a summary. And Malus’ personality is NYEHEHEHE I WAS EVIL THIS WHOLE TIME. So what, pray tell, is the appeal of this besides my obvious vampire fetish. The answer is that like...the bad end of the game has Carrie promising to marry Malus. Malus asking her to marry him presumably so he can like make use of the Belnades bloodline’s magic. Also Malus is Dracula. Dracula and human women do not have a good track record. Both in terms of him being able to resist the rare strong willed woman willing to put him in his place and in terms of keeping those women not murdered for witchcraft. Malus and Carrie is a ship of potential. Potential that plays into one of the central themes of Castlevania’s storyline which is that Drac really just wishes people would stop killing his girlfriends. I may or may not have also had an OC who was their kid who is also kind of basically another character on this list. 4. Glinda/Elphaba from Wicked Listen to What is this Feeling. Now listen to it again. Listen to Popular. Now listen to it again. NOW LISTEN TO DEFYING GRAVITY. NOW LISTEN TO IT AGAIN. We’ve got a green woman who is kind of hideous and who thinks she’s ugly! She’s also angry at the world and wants to change shit! She’s also tragically fucked! In the book at least. How is that not a me character? And Glinda. Gods. Glinda. She’s not stupid. She seems it in the book a lot of the time and Elphaba assumes she is right away but...Glinda’s not stupid. She’s actually very smart and putting on a front. Also she basically annoys Elphaba’s tsundere ass into being her bff. And if there is anything I love in my ships it is one half having to be annoyed into friendship by another happier character who is weirdly trusting and accepting of this horrible monster. Why? Who cares! But they are! Now listen to What is this Feeling. Please. 3. Zero/Fiethsing from Force of Will And now we are finally in the top three. We have also reached the part of the list where we have a character with alarming similarities to my weird kidfic OC from Castlevania. So Zero. She’s cranky and serious. Kind of nervous. Really nervous honestly. She’s also pretty cynical and at her worst points actively gives up on trying to save the world and attempts to destroy it or is like on the brink of giving up again. She’s also got abandonment issues, self hate problems, and uncompromising sense of justice that can be reasonably connected to the self hate problems and shit’s just not a good time for Zero. Also she’s a vampire. And then there’s Fieth. Her Most Important Partner. Lovely, stupid, irritating Fieth. Fieth who adores freedom above all else and who is seemingly full of endless optimism and hope and who is a cocky bitch and who lies and sleeps and is basically a cat become an elf. More importantly though there’s what they are. We don’t get to see Zero and Fieth becoming friends. We meet them when they’re friends already and have years of established history with one another. And shortly after we meet them they adopt a child. Or, rather, Fieth declares she’s going to raise the baby into her apprentice and Zero declares that she refuses to let Fieth raise a baby on her own. And then...they become a family. Just. A family. A pretty happy one at that. It’s eventually torn asunder by death and war but before that they’re just two mothers and their daughter. They are in a sort of quantum gay state like poor Nanofate despite their whole deal, but to me they do unquestionably read as a couple. One with problems. A laundry list of them. But a couple with a kid and, in a weird sort of way, a future. 2. Jame/Tori from The Chronicles of the Kencyrath I adore this ship. It is hard to quantify how much I adore it. But it’s quite a lot. It’s dysfunctional. It’s got issues. It’s incest and that shockingly isn’t one of the issues. And that’s why I love it. Because Hodgell has managed to take fantasy characters and mythic archetypes and humanize them with some of the most starkly real depictions of mental illness I’ve ever seen. Hands down. Tori’s a nervous wreck. He’s an asshole with problems from trauma and Jame doesn’t just take his shit. She actually does the exact opposite and tells him to fuck off. That’s important. Tori not just getting the girl despite being a human disaster is very important. The fact that his very behavior is why the girl does not want to get with him even though she really, truly wants to deep down is very, very important. Jame/Tori is the awkward and rough tale of two people having to recover from frankly atrocious abuse. Two people who are deeply drawn to one another but who also fear and kind of hate the other. Two people who can barely stand being in the same room as one another currently. It’s a bumpy road. It’s a road we’re not even sure they can make it down. But that’s why it means things to me as someone whose undiagnosed BPD almost destroyed his relationship. 1. Sakuya/Remilia from Touhou This just barely beat out Jame/Tori and the sole reason it beats out Jame/Tori is I have shipped this fucking shit for literally almost half my life. And I’m still not through with it or tired of it. It’s been years and years and it is still one of my most favoritest ships ever. So I feel pretty confident saying it is my One True Pairing. It’s also got a vampire. Wow. It’s got a human partner who is bad at humaning too! Double wow! And what it’s got in particular is exceptional flexibility. Like all the Touhous Remilia and Sakuya are kind of just left up to the mercy of the fandom. There’s canonical traits they have and we have seen them interact together and with others, but in a far more limited degree than what is seen in a lot of other works. And the fandom is what basically runs Touhou. It is a self perpetuating machine and Sakuremi is still chugging along years later and with a bunch of variety in it, even if it’s got some tropes I am really tired of seeing at this point. But why is this the Touhou ship to end all Touhou ships? Besides the obvious answer of ‘Duh, it’s a vampire and her maid. What the fuck else do you NEED?’ we have the ever important identification and wish fulfillment aspects. Which breaks into my own personal conception of the characters and their relationship with one another. So Remilia’s like...a kid. Forever. She was turned very young so even after five hundred years she still looks like she’s ten at best. She’s also kind of a brat and at times fairly naive in the way a kid might be. But we do see that she puts on airs. She’s TRYING to be this intimidating, sophisticated vampire lady and she takes pride in the fact that people ‘respect’ her. But that respect is more fear of the fact that she’s a vampire and vampires are stupidly powerful in her world. And as someone who had an extended childhood forced on him by his family and who is trying to learn what it is to be an adult and never being treated like an adult or not being able to handle it when he is...That’s just. Something very ripe for playing with. Especially when you mix it with Sakuya. Who’s an outcast among her own kind and who gave up on bothering with them for it. She’s someone who might have been a vampire hunter than failed to kill Remilia. She takes care of her and chides her like a child, but she also is most definitely subservient to her. And she’s said that she’ll always be together with her as long as she lives. Always. Sakuya’s like this weird mix of a sweet, caring goofball of a woman and a hate filled, mopey edgelord that really only could get along with monsters. So like, I like to think, that they’ve basically ended up finding what exactly the other needs. Remilia gets someone who sincerely respects her authority and takes her seriously, but who also will not entirely put up with her bullshit. Sakuya gets someone who...cares. At all. Someone to give her a name and talk to her and not chase her away for being monstrous. And perhaps more than any of these ships freedom to fuck around is there. It’s what I want to make it. Honorable Mentions We have three of these. Nanoha/Fate from the Nanoha franchise, Usagi/Ami from Sailor Moon and Shimako/Sei from Maria-sama ga Miteru. They were all just barely beaten out by Naruhina, hence their inclusion here.

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onceabluemoonwrites · 7 years ago

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All About the Fanboy

Summary: Yuri’s desperate (and, in hindsight, hopeless) attempt to hide his skate-crush on Yuuri Katsuki.

Note: Halfway through, at the ‘’Four months later’’ part, All About Yuuri takes place.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuri!!! On Ice.

It began as a game.

Yuri had been forced to accompany Yakov and Georgi to a skating competition. The old hag had cracked up when she’d helped them force him through the airport. ‘’You’re like an angry kitten, it’s no wonder Yakov doesn’t leave you alone, you’d slash the furniture to shreds the minute you’d be left alone.’’

‘’I AM NOT AN ANGRY KITTEN AND WOULDN’T DESTROY THE FURNITURE IF YOU WOULD’T DO SHIT LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME’!’’

Mila had laughed. ‘’Pettiness rules in this family, Yura!’’

He hadn’t been able to argue that. Didn’t mean that he didn’t post those pictures of her in drag anyway.

Mila’s reply made him nearly smash his phone again.

Mila Babicheva:

So cute @Yura

#SmolAngryBrother #HesSoPrecious #ThinksHeCanEmbarrassMe #Please #HesTooShortForThat #IAmAwesome #DeliciousInDrag

Fuck her and her stupid confidence!

He was in the crowd, watching Georgi. Which was really not all that bad, if it wasn’t for Anya painting her nails next to him while Georgi threw kisses at her. Her beaming smile was creepy and Yuuri had problems enough already. Like the fact that he was planning to go seniors next year, and that somebody dared to have the same name as him. There couldn’t be two Yuri’s in the same competition! He’d have to deal with that before next season. Preferably today, because Yuuri Katsuki was performing, so what better opportunity would he get?

The problem was: how?

There was this adorable kid sitting on his left (Not that Yuri liked children or something. All brats were evil, with their cute chubby cheeks and small hands!) throwing plushies onto the ice. Ha! That one bounced right off the skater! Bullseye! It was just too swee- hitting the skater, that was it!

The perfect solution! Yuri would throw stuffed animals and flowers directly at Yuuri Katsuki’s face after his performances, so he would fall over and injure himself! The injury would no doubt be so severe he would have to sit out the next season and Yuri couldn’t be arrested for sabotage because he wasn’t in the senior division yet and… He hated that people called his physique ‘’dainty’’ and shit, but it would definitely help play the innocent kid card. He’d only have to blink, flutter his lashes like Victor (wait, not Victor, never like Victor- he’d adjust that part of the plan later) and they would all fall over their feet to free him from the clutches of the terrible police!

Oh, yes, Russia’s ice tiger was on a roll!

The Japanese skater would rue sharing his name! There could be only one Yuri on ice, and it certainly wasn’t Katsuki!

It was Katsuki’s turn and Yuri could see his legs were shaking from all the way over here. Damn wimp. Pathetic.

Katsuki took a deep breath and assumed his opening position. The crowd went quiet.

The music started and Yuri had to admit that Katsuki wasn’t all that bad. He wasn’t one for the mushy (he was Russia’s Ice Tiger, not the fucking sugarplum fairy), but the way Katsuki managed to involve emotions in his skating was masterful. Hmm… That jump was sloppy.

A flawless layback Ina Bauer and- Yuri dropped the plushies.

Fuckity, fuckity, fuck.

The step sequence.

Yuri couldn’t for the life of him sabotage someone who did step sequences that beautiful. He didn’t want to admire Katsuki’s skating, but the stupid jerk left him no choice. That graceful footwork, that divine turn! ‘

Fuck. He was in way too deep. (He was never going to hear the end of it if anyone found out).

Four months later, the Viktor Nikiforov Protection Squad had moved out, there had been identity issues and Yuri (who was NOT their mascot) had embarrassed himself terribly in front of Katsuki. Worse, Victor had succeeded in seducing Yuri’s idol (tch, more like Katsuki had seduced Victor) and was now going to coach him. Which meant that Yuuri moved to Russia to be taught in the same rink as Yuri (!!!!) and that would have been awesome (the end of Yuri’s little fanboy heart!) if it had not been for the fact that he needed to HIDE HIS POSTERS.

Not only to stop embarrassing himself any further in front of Katsuki but also to stop the old hag from teasing him to death when she would inevitably go into his room in search of blackmail material.

God fucking damn it.

There was one place in the world where Yuri was sure Mila would never find it. Not even if the building was broken down. In that case, it would be because Yuri had removed them beforehand, because there was no way he would allow his precious Yuuri Katsuki posters be taken from him. He needed them for his Yuuri shrine!

The perfect hiding place was the boy’s locker room at the rink. Why? Well, not only was there a deep, hollow space behind the lockers, just narrow enough to hold a poster container, but it also was (did he mention that already?) the boy’s locker room.

No, it was not the nudity that would deter Mila, nor was it the fact that it was an invasion of privacy. Mila did not know the meaning of privacy, as was evident in her grand blackmail collection and the huge nose she stuck in everybody’s business. It was another, more natural defense.

The smell of sweaty teenage boys and the stinky feet of men.

(Yuri had worried it would eat away at his posters, so just to be sure, he’d put them in an airtight container this time. Nobody and nothing was going to damage his babies)

‘’I found a treasure!’’ Victor stormed into the rink, waving around a- god fucking damn it- familiar container. ‘’There were Yuuri Katsuki posters hidden behind the boy’s lockers! I can’t believe my luck! My lovely cinnamon roll! I wanted these so badly, but they were sold out! Can you believe it? Mila, Mila! Look!’’

Opening the container, Victor presented the posters like Simba.

Yuri grid his teeth. ‘’Sudden exposure to light is bad for them, you fucking idiot!’’

Quickly, Victor lowered them, protectively placing the lid back on, frantically looking from side to side as if sunlight was an enemy that would sneak up on him.

Yuri wanted to throttle him. What if the posters had gotten caught on the lid?!

‘’Vitya, darling, we can’t look at them like that.’’ Anya sighed from the rink.

‘’Oh, right!’’ Reaching inside, Victor-

‘’OH NO YOU DON’T!’’

Blackmail material be damned, Victor’s grubby paws were NOT touching Yuri’s limited edition Yuuri Katsuki catboy posters!

“That's mine, stupid! Give it back! It’s a limited edition and it completes my collection! Take your dirty hands off it!"

Too late. Victor had taken them out of the box and Yuri’s favourite poster- the one of Katsuki in a cute kitty skirt- had been revealed to the world at large.

Or, well, the skating rink.

A choking sound came from the entrance. ‘’Oh my god. I had no idea those were still in circulation. Just-‘’ Yuuri Katsuki swallowed, looking pale, ‘’Let me sit down for a minute.’’

Yuri was ready to die. Just let it come. Bury him alive.

His idol had found out about his obsession. ‘’If someone could kill me now, it would be greatly appreciated.’’

Victor cocked his head, tapping his bottom lip. ‘’If I slit your throat, can I have the posters?’’

Mila was cackling in the background.

Oh, no. He didn’t.

Snatching the box out of Victor’s hands, Yuri stole the poster and put it back in. Without ceremony, he grabbed Victor’s shirt next. ‘’Over my dead body, you idol defiling jerk!’’

Victor gasped. ‘’Yuuri is a Japanese idol too?!’’ With wide eyes, he looked past Yuri at his boyfriend, ‘’Where can I get the merchandise?!’’

Katsuki, for his part, sank his red face into his hands.

Anya rolled with her eyes, skating towards the barrier. Tapping her nails on it, she got their attention. ‘’I think we’d know if Katsuki had been an idol.’’

Mila, still sitting on top of the barrier, nodded. ‘’Yuri would’ve known. Vitya too, for that matter, and the second he found out, it would’ve been on the billboards.’’ And cackled on like the utter devil she was.

Fuck this. If they were going to tease him further about this instead of giving him a mercy kill, then Yuri was going to rock this shit like nobody had ever rocked it before.

He would show them fanboy.

Beginning with establishing his freaking seniority over Victor, because you did not just happily skip into a fandom and take it over. Not with veterans like Yuri present.

‘’I’m your Yuuri fangirl senpai. Bow to me, peasant! You shall worship me like a proper kohai!’’

Victor dropped to his knees faster than the speed of light.

Okay, Yuri had not anticipated that, but he sure could roll with it. Sliding his sunglasses onto his face, he smiled. Finally some damn respect in this place.

From below (the dirty dregs where shipping trash like Victor belonged. Because seriously? A self-insert fanfiction brought to life? Victor should’ve done better. Yuri expected a fast learning rate from his fan-slaves, and Victor had to catch the fuck up), Victor squeaked. ‘’My hair is on the ground and so is my Armani suit, but here! Bow! Now give me the poster, fangirl-senpai!’’

Yuri spluttered. ‘’That was too easy!’’

Katsuki made dying animal noises in the background. …Yuri should get him something to drink. And take a picture. And ask for more autographs.

Actually, why the hell hadn’t he thought of rolling with the fandom in the open before? It obviously was an A+ life choice.

Mila might be laughing at him, but Yuri was living the life.

Of a fanboy, that is.

‘’Wait-‘’ Katsuki whispered, looking up with eyes glistening as if he had just heard angel choirs, ‘’Does this mean I can put up my Victor posters too?’’

Yuri should’ve KNOWN a divine creature like Katsuki would have fanboy seniority over him!

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