#finally feeling like im not being punished for it at every turn over things I cant control. means the world to me in fact

[juggalogojackerbox]

I've been going through a very rough time lately, but for what feels like the first time ever people beyond my friends have been very kind to me regardless of it, and its such a wonderful new thing to me thats got me all fuzzy feeling lately, I am very thankful for it %)

(Directly based on one of my favorite louis wain drawings, of course, included it under the read more yes)

(This drawing is everything to me man, its hard for me to explain why, but it is)

[angelltheninth]

im a sucker for the electro men in wuwa... might i ask for calcharo, xiangli yao, and yuanwu having their s/o ride them for the first time? <:3

You have good taste in men Anon.

Pairing: Calcharo, Xiangli Yao, Yuanwu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, orgasm encouragement, cock riding, hair-pulling (for Reader), clit stimulation, pussy slapping, brat taming, doggie style

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A/N: You can say they have a... electrifying effect on me. Ha! No? I think it's funny.

Calcharo chuckled when he heard you hiss as you were pulled back onto his cock. "Faster. Sweet little thing, ride my cock faster. Or do you want me to give you a little more incentive?" 

Before you could say yes he pulled your hair back harder, a tight fist against your scalp, forcing you back against his cock with a loud clap. It hurt in a good way. You only had so much space to move, enough to get in inch off his cock and then take it all back in. The distance you were able to move might be tiny but the speed at which you move wasn't, encouraged by the mercenary's hand in your hair.

Letting you have control over the thrusts was a temporary luxury. He didn't move an inch, you had to do all the work here.

"Definitely motivated enough now." You met his gaze for a second before shutting your eyes in pain from the next pull. "S-Sorry. Gonna make you come, soon." You promised, pussy pulsing around him every time he was balls deep in you.

Each time he tightened his grip so did your pussy tighten around his dick. "You want it baby? Ask me properly, like the whore that we both know you are." Calcharo taunted you, making you sob with need and your poor cunt so desperate to get his cum in it.

"Come inside me." You weren't gonna say please, your inner walls could do that for you. Finally he released his grip on you only to push your head against the bed as his cock sank in balls deep to empty itself in your womb. The new position didn't stop you from grinding your ass against him to get everything you could from him.

Xiangli Yao was almost relaxed under you as you went up and down on his hard cock. He didn't even need to do anything in order to come, or to make you come either. But he doesn't want to be lazy.

"Let me do this for you, let me make my love come on my dick." He smiled from his position below you as his fingers found your clit and pressed it in quick, tight swipes. "There's that clench. I know what you like."

His fingers worked you up so fast but you didn't want to come yet, not until he did. But your legs didn't listen to you, turning liquid as your pussy walls fluttered around him. "Hold... me." You moaned out as you leaned against his chest and kept bucking your hips despite your mind being overtaken by pleasure.

"I've got you, always got you." He kissed your shoulder slowly, one hand still between your legs.

The other hand was on your hip, going down to your ass then back up. Your hips smacked down against his wildly, feeling his cock pulsing inside you and emptying ropes of seed soon after. You didn't stop moving.

Making a mess of you both, his cum staining both your stomach, thick and sticky and warm. "Messy. I don't mind, you know I don't, not when it's the result of this."

Yuanwu rutted into your pussy with no intention of slowing down at all. "Babygirl, what's the matter, can't you meet my thrusts?"

You grunted as you tried to do so but you also enjoyed him fucking you. You didn't expect him to halt fully when he was half-way in your cunt. "What the fuck Yuanwu?!" You complained but were met with a slap on your exposed clit.

"Ride it. Go on, ride it if you want to come." He smirked down at you as he didn't move at all, but he wiggled his eyebrows in a challange. "Brat. Didn't you fucking hear me?" He slapped your pussy again. "If this is what I need to do, punish your cunt, then I will."

Secretly you wanted just that. With your pussy already sensitive it would almost hurt. Acompamying every wet slap was your moan and your hips grinding upwards, taking his cock to his balls. Empowerimg your orgasm further was his cock curved slightly upwards and hitting your sweetspot every time.

"Open up those legs. Let me see your cunt get full!" He grunted deeply as he sunk down on his hands, letting you hug him close and ride his cock like a dildo stuck on a wall.

"Look down then, Sir." He almost didn't want to but at the same time he wanted to see the exact moment when his cock sank balls deep and be emptied.

[harryslittlefreakk]

arrogant s.o.b

summary: based on this request - grumpy/mean Harry and readers first fight and he says something really harsh/yells and makes her cry? And then feels really bad after like grumpyxsunshine vibes?

warnings: angst

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: thank you to the anon who sent in this request!! 🥰💖 sorry it took me a while to get around to it. please let me know if this isn’t quite what you wanted, i don’t know if I’m 100% happy with it so im more than willing to tweak and rewrite!!!

my masterlist!! please feel free to send me more requests 💓 happy reading

“I miss you, Harry.”

You knew you were pushing it, he was already working himself to breaking point. But you couldn’t help it, you missed your boyfriend. His break was meant to be about finding time for himself again, spending time with his loved ones. And you thought that meant being with you, not spending every day confined to the four walls of a recording studio.

“I can’t delay my entire album because you miss me.”

“I’m not asking you to delay the entire album. Just take a day off, just once.”

“Why?! For what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Now you were both pissed off. You didn’t understand why Harry couldn’t just slow down. You’d only been able to see him in Italy for a few days, your work schedule unexpectedly busy. Part of you thought he was ‘punishing’ you for that, the sane part of you knew that his summer in Italy was his rest, and now he was back in London he needed to work. Harry’s work ethic was one of the things you admired most about him, and now you were arguing with him over it.

“Clearly it does matter.” He was stood by the door, keys in his hand, a dark scowl printed on his face.

“It’s fine, just go. Have a good day.” The hurt was evident in your voice, but you didn’t even want Harry to stay now with the atmosphere you’d created.

He hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to stay and needing to leave. Finally, he sighed and turned to walk out the door without another word. The sound of the door swinging shut behind him echoed through the silent room, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you sank into the sofa. You’d pushed him away when all you wanted was for him to stay. You knew you’d always come second to his career, he prioritised you over almost everything in his life but his music was so important to him. But once he finished recording, there would be interviews and appearances, then a tour, and then you’d be back here again. It was constant, unrelenting, and if he couldn’t even sacrifice one day for you, how could you expect him to slow down?

—

Harry stood frozen on the other side of the door, still stuck between needing to come back in and wanting to go. It never usually got to this point, one of you would back down before someone got hurt. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but it worked for you. He hated fighting, hated seeing you upset. But he was only now realising that it was usually you that compromised. He knew you well, and for you to actually speak up and ask him to stay despite knowing how important his work is to him? He’d fucked up.

He leaned against the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. Guilt washed over him as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He knew he needed to find a balance between his work and his relationship, but it was easier said than done.

His hand fell from the door handle as he turned on his heel, dragging his feet away from the house. If he was going to make it right, he needed to be armed with all of your favourite things.

—

Harry replayed the morning in his head the entire time he was out. You’d woken up to his alarm as always, rolling over in his arms to wake him up with soft kisses. “Why do you set alarms if you know you can’t wake up for them?” you laughed, tapping at his nose as his eyes fluttered open. “Because you wake up and I get morning kisses,” he smiled, pulling you tighter to his chest.

He remembered how the morning light hit you at just the right angle, illuminating your puffy eyes and blushed cheeks. He’d caught himself wishing he could have five more minutes in bed with you, time to savour waking up next to his love. But he’d rolled out of bed in the same way as always, slipping out from under you just as you tried to curl your body around his.

You’d followed him to the bathroom silently, lingering in the doorway as you rubbed your tired eyes. “Wish I got to see you more,” you’d mumbled, eyes following his through the mirror. “You see me every day, kitten,” he’d replied, poking his tongue out when he saw you watching. He’d noticed your face fall slightly, a misty kind of sadness replace the natural glint in your eye. He cringed as he thought back, but he’d purposely ignored it to save himself the trouble.

“I see you when I wake up and just before bed,” you’d pouted, eyes glued to your suddenly fidgety hands. “I cant help that right now, pet. You know I can’t,” he’d tried to reason with you, and looking back, Harry thought maybe he was trying to convince himself. “Just a morning or an afternoon at home would be nice. Not even a full day,” you’d told him, voice cracking as you looked back up at him.

“I can’t have this conversation right now,” he’d muttered, kicking at the door until it swung closed in front of you.

And there he was now, heart struck with guilt at the thought of how badly he had neglected you.

—

As he heard your keys jingle outside the door, Harry finished rearranging his purchases across the bed. He gave one final look to the flowers on your windowsill, the beautiful blush pink roses he knew you loved. It was perfect, he just hoped it would be enough.

“Hi darling,” he smiled sheepishly as he walked down the stairs.

“Hi, H,” you replied, brows knitted as you stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Come,” Harry murmured, reaching out a hand for you to take. You dropped your bag by door and took it, fingers tangling with his as he lead you back to the bedroom.

He stopped outside the bedroom door, pulling you into his arms. “M’sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “Didn’t think about what it’s like for you. I need time with you just as much as you need it w’me.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you told him, cuddling into his chest. “Nothing to be sorry for, pet.”

“Shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in his musky aftershave.

“Gave me the push I needed. M’not good at taking time off.”

“Don’t have to tell me that,” you laughed, stepping away from him as he turned to open the bedroom door.

“Got you your perfect day,” he smiled, stepping out of the way so you could see his creation.

All your favourite snacks were laid out on the bed, your matching pyjamas folded on the corner. The most beautiful flowers you’d ever seen in your favourite vase on the windowsill, candles lit on your nightstand and a cheesy rom com loaded on the tv.

“You did all of this?” you cooed, a grin spreading across your face as your gaze turned to Harry. He nodded, pulling his t-shirt off.

“Nuh uh,” you swatted his hand away as he reached to pick up the pyjama top. “Only my perfect day if you’re topless,” you smirked, quickly peeling your clothes off to throw the pyjamas on.

You climbed into bed next to Harry, pulling the duvet up to your chin before wrapping your body around his, your head at home on his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, arms wrapped right around you.

“Made a few calls. Gonna start only doing three days at a time in the studio, then three days off,” he whispered, grinning when you immediately whipped round to look at him. “Don’t have to do that for me baby,” you gasped, brows furrowed.

“It’s the right call. Just gonna be longer days but worth it all if it means more time with you,” Harry winked, his hand caressing the curve of your waist.

You shifted upwards, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” you smiled. “And congratulations.”

Harry returned your kiss, his lips lingering just a second longer than yours had. His touch and his kisses felt like home to you, his smile your lifeblood. “To me? For what?”

“To us. For our first fight,” you giggled, holding out a hand to high-five Harry. He grabbed a hold of your hand, using it to pull you even closer to him, until your faces were only centimetres apart.

“Here’s to our first and last fight,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. His teeth latched onto your bottom lip as he went in for another kiss, the rocky waves in your stomach turning to butterflies as his tongue moved around yours.

You pulled away after a minute, settling back into his arms with a smile so bright it could have lit up the room.

“Can’t believe we started the day with you thinking your album is more important than me,” you mumbled, a mischievous sparkle in your eye as you tangled your fingers between Harry’s.

“Millions of adoring fans who’d do anything for me versus one woman? I know who I’m picking,” he teased, laughing as you smacked his thigh with your free hand.

“Maybe they were right,” you whispered, peering up at him.

“Hm?”

“About you being an arrogant son of a bitch.”

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[yanderefarm]

vampire's pet finding out we got a new pet?

silvan getting jealous

cw;; angst, blood drinking mentioned, vampires, violence mentioned

i feel like silvan's just an angst magnet. of course you're a cool powerful vampire you're entitled to have multiple pets. it's just going to absolutely destroy silvan's heart and self esteem. but dw its not canon.

it wasn't unusual for a vampire to have multiple pets, many lower rank vampires would try to use multiple pets to boost their status. it was just unusual for you. you had avoided getting a pet for almost a millennium and now you were getting a second? even your underlings found it surprising and unusual.

silvan hated their concerned eyes boring into his skin as he walked through the halls. every servant in the manor stared at him with a weird sense of pity. it was especially bad when he would ask where you were and he could tell you were with the other one based on the maid's down turned eyes. he wanted to run to you and pull your new pet out of your arms but he knew that if he dared to act out it would only go to show you how undesirable he really was. so silvan kept his head down.

he was wandering the halls aimlessly, nowhere to go since you were with the other one. he didn't even notice that he had headed to your office on instinct until he was standing in front of the door. he would just look at you once he figured, your powerful visage should be enough to satisfy him for a while. his plan was foiled.

"what are you doing?" your voice called from beside him.

silvan shrank in front of your office door. "...i was.. looking.. for you...?"

he heard the giggle of your other pet. his stomach hurt like that little sound had just punched him full force. he couldn't bring himself to turn his head, he didn't want to see how close you were to the other one.

"im here. do you need something?" you sounded so nonchalant like you weren't actively ripping his heart out. it sucked that only made you seem cooler.

'don't ask if he's hungry, don't ask if he's hungry, don't ask if he's hungry' silvan's mind screamed at him. unfortunately his tongue didn't get the message. "are you hungry, master?"

god damnit.

"hm. i suppose." your words finally drew silvan to look at you, hope in his eyes.

that hope was immediately crushed when he saw your new pet hanging on your arm. there were obvious fresh teeth marks in his skin along his neck and arm. you didn't bite into silvan's arm usually. were you so insatiable that you had to bite him over and over again? the sick feeling in silvan's stomach felt worse.

"come along." you walked past him, pushing your office open. that one was right behind you.

silvan didn't know if you were talking to him, if you were then this was probably going to result in punishment. but he couldn't stand being near that one another minute. he ran past you. he ran until his muscles burned. he ran until he couldn't breathe anymore.

when he finally collapsed he found himself on his hands and knees in front of the front gate. his lungs were burning and he couldn't even cry because he was busy gasping for air. suddenly, lightning cracked across the cloudy sky as rain began pouring down. silvan shivered in the cold as his clothes were getting drenched. fighting against his own screaming muscles he forced himself to stand up.

he stared at the gate in front of him, the temptation of freedom right in front of him. you might not even chase him with your new pet having all your attention. but even with you hurting his heart like you were he could never leave you. he could never hate you. you were the only one who ever gave him a reason to live. without you why should he even bother? if you were truly sick of him like he thought you were then he would simply wait for you to come kill him. maybe not tonight. maybe not tomorrow. but someday you would be the only thing that granted him freedom by freeing his head from his useless body. with a heavy heart he shivered as he turned away from the gate instead dragging himself to the greenhouse nearby.

[justmeinatree]

please please please (NO PRESSURE BUT) (IM BEGGING YA)

something extremely smutty where like niall is working out: (literally need nothing else completely go ham its up to you but just like LOOK:)

the little jerk as he lifts up yk what im talking aboutt lets not pretend we're not *respectfully* looking.

as if i could say no to this 😅 it’s not the smuttiest thing, but if we’re open to a part 2, there’s a lot of room to play 😏

Word Count : 1.3k

it was the breathy grunts that first got your attention. 

you’d never cared much for niall’s workouts, always preferring to have the quiet time, enjoying a cuppa, maybe a book or tv show. but as you were just getting cozy with your tea, pulling the blanket over your legs, you could hear him from down the hall.

it piqued your interest, the sounds he was making having reached your ears, and for some reason, shooting down to your centre, leaving a little tingle of interest.

and for that same reason, you were now leaving your warmth and comfort, flinging the blanket back over the arm of the couch, trudging down the hall. 

once you pop head around the doorframe though, eyes coming into contact with your boyfriend, the tingle of interest in your cunt quickly turned to a dribble of excitement.

because fuck, was this the scene you’d been missing out on all these years ? you’ll have to remember to scold yourself for that one later, but for now, your brain was short wiring. niall was currently laying on his exercise mat, legs bent up at the knees, slightly spread, his arms straight up above his head, doing some sit ups with an exercise ball in his hands. and, since the universe wanted to punish you even more, with every flex of his abs, his hips would thrust up just a bit with the force of the movement. 

he was glistening, a sheen of sweat all over his skin, torso bare for your eyes to ogle. and when did your drip of excitement turn into a full fledged puddle of arousal ? how long had you been watching ? why are you quite literally feeling yourself leaking down your inner thighs ? 

it’s once he lays back down, taking a moment to breathe between sets, that you make your presence known. you weren’t exactly trying to, but a small whimper managed to escape your throat without permission. but really, his entire body was stretched out, muscles flexed, and if you look really closely, you can see the outline of his cock through his shorts. you really can’t be blamed.

niall’s eyes flick over to the door, noticing you, quirking his eyebrow, “what is it, love ?”

you bite your lip, heat rising on your cheeks at the prospect of being caught. however, niall was your boyfriend, had been for a long time, and moments like this don’t much embarrass you anymore, “d’you always look this good while you workout ?”

a loud breathy chuckle erupts from niall, echoing through the room, “gonna start joining me, sweet girl ?”

you squint at him, tilting your head to the side, looking at him with a playfully untrusting look, “was this your plan all along ?”

and so maybe he wanted to see if being a little louder than usual, a little more grunty than usual, would make you come over. and maybe he chose to forego his shirt, and maybe he spread his legs a tiny bit more than usual, in an effort to keep you around. “does it really matter now ?” he smiles innocently, “can see how wet your thighs are getting.”

“i hope you plan on doing something about that,” you smirk, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s antics.

“can’t do anything from way over there,” he hums, nodding his head in a come hither motion, “c’m’ere.”

as you finally step into the room, waltzing over to niall, he quickly reaches out for your ankles, his sheer strength taking over your moment of weakness, making you stop with your feet spread on either side of his head, eyes locked straight up between your thighs.

it was still early enough in the day, you hadn’t changed from your sleep shorts, tiny piece of fabric without any panties, something niall typically likes to tease you about, “why even wear anything if you’re gonna put those on,” he always drones on before bed.

but for now, he’s not complaining a bit, a fairly good view of your sopping cunt, peaking through the drenched fabric, arousal coating your inner thighs, “s’a good thing i’m parched,” he groans, hands gliding up your calves, stopping behind your knee, abruptly giving a tug, making your legs buckle. you squeak loudly, echoing through the room, as you were caught off guard, knees colliding with the mat underneath niall.

with your cunt sitting right above his face, niall groans, feeling the hot hot heat radiating off of you, “christ, and i thought i was warm,” he mumbles, his tongue darting out to lick along your skin.

he swirls around your thigh, taking his sweet time, lapping up any bit of arousal that’s made it way past your shorts, before moving onto the other thigh.

your legs were trembling, head tipped back, as your breathing accelerates. he was avoiding any area near your pussy, every ounce of your being aching for more. more tongue, more touches, more niall. more, more, more.

but once your skin was cleaned up, he pats your legs, groaning, “perfect post workout snack. think m’gonna jump into the shower now, baby.”

your eyebrows furrow immediately, because absolutely the fuck not, “like hell you are,” you quip, shuffling yourself until your centre is hovering right above his stiffening member. “you clean me, i clean you,” you murmur, leaning down over him.

and just like he did for you, your tongue slowly laps up the beads of sweat over his stomach and chest, feeling the ridges of his abs with every stroke. 

your eyes flutter shut, the musky, heady scent of sweaty man wafting through the air, the salty taste on your tongue, it was doing things you never could have imagined. not once had you really given workout niall a chance like this, something he always does much too early in the morning for your liking. but the more you were delving into it, the more your brain was swirling with want. with need.

you couldn’t stop, too caught up in licking as much of him as you could, tongue flicking over his nipples, mouth attaching to his pulse point. 

and it was working. you were teasing him right back. his telltale little breathy pants huffing against your ear whenever you were close to his neck, fingernails indenting your hips, his cock now painfully hard.

you’re not even sure niall’s noticed that his hips have started rolling, searching for any sort of relief, something you’re not too keen on giving into quite yet. 

so a moment later, you pull away, coming to a stand, “better get that shower going, we have some things to do today.”

niall scrubs his face in his hands, groaning loudly for a moment, before getting up with you. and as quick as a flash, he’s got you scooped up in his arms, running off.

you squeal again, laughing loudly, as he whips down the hall, around the corners, and into the washroom. he quickly closes the door behind himself, setting you down on your feet, pinning you against the wall, “can forget about all those things you have planned today. gonna be too busy.”

you hum, your body melting against the wall, as niall’s mouth leaves a trail of open mouth kisses over your shoulder and neck, teeth nibbling on the shell of your ear, “hmm tell me. tell me what we’re gonna do.”

“gonna start by showering with me,” he murmurs against your ear, “and if you’re a good girl, i might use the shower head on you.”

you whimper, nodding quickly, “please, fuck. what else ?”

niall tuts, shaking his head, “depends how good you are for me. now how about stripping down and washing me off in the shower ?”

“yes, yes anything. m’a good girl, i promise.”

……

Masterlist

[mins-fins]

hold me tight

&&. yes it took you a good couple of years, but it's nothing making out in a pool can't fix!

pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, sorta kinda sorta suggestive

warnings: kissing (is that a warning?)

word count: 1.4k

notes: this is a snippet from a longer form thing that i have given up on, but anyway, who else loves na jaemin?? if we ignore the fact that i only learned how to swim like one week ago….. i really like pools now that im not almost drowning every few business minutes 😁 i also really like na jaemin, and my last nana work was angst so i have to make it up to you all ⭐️ also, sort of kissing writing practice, it's terrible, don't focus on it pls xoxo

your arms are crossed as you slide the glass door open.

"jaemin".

"hm?"

you sigh, a heavy breath leaving your lips. he giggles, escaping your scathing stare by diving under the water. your corresponding groan gives him yet another thing to smile about, even when he's attempting to hide from you in chenle's pool. "how the fuck are you swimming at eleven pm?"

when jaemin rises again, he snickers, somehow able to keep his composure after almost inhaling a bunch of chlorine. "it's fun, y/n, why do you nag me so much?"

"i'm not nagging, i just need to make sure you don't get hypothermia".

he pouts like a child being punished. "your boring y/n" he sings, smile still tugging at his lips as he lays on his back, basking in the water that keeps him afloat.

you again sigh, rolling your eyes as you sit down at the edge of the pool, legs crossed. "and you act like a child, jaemin".

though he would usually feign offense at such words, it seems a switch flips in his head, and he swims his way over to you, leaning his arms against the ground you sit on. "you love me, though".

you chuckle, now that's amusing. "do i?"

jaemin hums, nodding, smile unmoving as traces shapes into your leg. "you do, that's why you aren't snitching on me to chenle".

you scrunch your nose at the feeling of his wet finger on your body. "what are you gonna do if i don't follow that?"

"strangle you, maybe".

the threat is said with such certainty that you laugh, because there's a hidden sense of playfulness behind the warning. "you can't strangle me, you need me".

he scoffs, pinching your knee and chuckling at the yelp he receives. "you sound like jeno".

"is that an insult?"

"you two are just as desperate as each other, so.. yeah!"

your eye roll is stuck to you at this point, maybe you simply expect such words from your best friend, because it doesn't exactly furrow your eyebrows as much as it makes you giggle. you slap jaemin's hand away from your leg, childishly sticking out your tongue at him. "your a bastard".

"i'm being honest, come in with me?"

now it's your turn to scoff, listening to the rhythmic whistles and silent splashes of water. "no, you're crazy".

"oh come on! you aren't leaving me to entertain myself alone, are you?"

"i can entertain you while being dry".

he narrows his eyes, arms crossing over his chest underwater. "you are boring".

you click your tongue; "how sad".

"y/n!" he's quick to whine. "how are you going to come out here to nag me then not get in the water?"

"well i didn't come out here to swim".

"then you should leave".

he pouts again, and you sigh again. it's always like this with na jaemin isn't it?

you roll your eyes as he starts staring at you with that look. "okay fine, i'm sorr— AHH!"

your statement is suddenly cut off when he uses his superhuman strength to pull you down from your place, and you fall face first into the pool with a huge splash.

when you finally come to, jaemin only stares at you with that same shit eating grin. "oh you assho—"

"hey! you can't punch me in chenle's pool!"

"and whose gonna stop me?"

you yelp again when he splashes water in your direction, just barely closing your eyes in enough time to avoid the water attempting to enter them. "you think your sooooo funny huh?"

"hilarious, even".

you grimace, shaking your head aggressively back and forth in an attempt to get some of the water out of your hair. "fuck you".

jaemin frowns again, but he can barely hold in his snicker, and now it's your turn to cross your arms underwater. he moves his hair strands out of his face, staring at you for a weirdly long time. "i mean.. you look pretty like this".

you deadpan, cheeks just barely flaring up at the words. he says it all the time, y/n, it's not weird..

but na jaemin himself is weird, so you shouldn't be thinking all that into it.

"are you flattering me so i don't murder you?"

he snickers, looking down, seemingly as nervous about it as you are. "oh so i'm not allowed to compliment you now?"

"you're a weirdo, i always have to question what you do".

jaemin gasps loudly, clear offense in his tone, you can barely hide your smile as you see his reaction. maybe it's a bit strange how his eyes linger on your smile, but what can he say? it's pretty, he needs to make you laugh again.

"y/n".

you blink, staring at your best friend with eyes full of desire. did the outside air just turn up in temperature? it can not be this hot in early march. "yes?"

he hesitates for a moment, as if contemplating his words, which is probably the strongest sight to ever meet your eyes, because when na jaemin wants to say something, he says it. you sometimes forget he even has a thought process with how abrupt he is.

"can i kiss you?"

maybe it's the way it falls from his lips so naturally, or maybe it's the way his lips press together, they do look particularly soft, his constant use of lip balm clearly paying off.

you stare, the air getting significantly hotter, the water should be combatting that, right? your super attractive best friend who you totally harbor no romantic feelings towards just asked for permission to kiss you.

you chuckle. "in chenle's pool? really?"

your stalling, trying to correctly collect your word as your wondrous, beautiful best friend, na jaemin himself, stares at you like you're the only person in the world. has his gaze always been that heavy? when did your hands begin getting so clammy? what if you simply trust fall back into the water and drown? maybe it would be easier to avoid the awkwardness of this situation then..

"hey, when you have a chance you take it".

you laugh again, he really is something. you don't say more, simply pull him forward by his shoulder, finger itching to trace the skin of his bare chest. not before the kiss y/n, have some composure.

jaemin traces his fingers over the line of your jaw, and he pulls you in. his other hand slides down to your right hip, drawing a small squeak from you as your hands move up to his hair.

he wants to savor the moment, take a picture of it and hang it on his wall, there's a certain hunger in the way he groans against your lips, thumbs caressing the sides of your cheek. your arms are quick to wrap around his neck, still feeling the hairs on the back of his neck.

"you're so eager".

"you're the one who asked" you breath, gritting your teeth. "and besides—" you lean forward to take his lips again, the heat of his body transferring to yours. "—you wanted this as much as me didn't you?"

your desperation is quick to manifest, it manifests in the way you exhale sighs and whines, it's just something with na jaemin.

you two slowly.. swim(?) backward, your back hitting the surface of the pool wall. "oh chenle is going to kill us".

jaemin snickers. "why? it's not like were fucking in the pool".

you stare at him incredulously, of course he had to bring that up out of all things, but your face still heats up, and his lips turn up. "oh? do you want to fuck in the pool?"

"no you— pervert! we are not going to fuck in the pool!"

"okay okay, it was just a suggestion" he rolls his eyes, squeezing your hip.

you scrunch your nose, splashing water in his direction. "hey, let's just make this easy, go out with me?"

your jaw almost drops. is this man really serious?

"are you really asking me out in chenle's pool?"

"not as romantic as i wanted it to be but.. it works".

you would punch that smile off na jaemin's face if he wasn't absolutely adorable, oh, and you also really enjoy kissing him down. "okay stupid, but make it a good first date".

"i always keep my promises!"

and if you kiss him again? well that's no one else's business.

[catwyk]

tsv finale spoilers below. i wrote this during my first listen through. its long as fuck. im dead im ruined.

cull calling out to rane instead of faulkner.... rane is truly the real leader now

FAULKNER......

"katabasian rane? sister thurrocks?" im gonna be sick

"hes basically a cow" spit your shit carp

"people in my life keep leavin to serve a cause i just cant understand" BASHES MY HEAD ON THE WALL

"we must love them for fleein from our touch e must not run after them" oh baby :(

this is actually fucking destroying me right now oh poor faulkner. failed by the world.

"of course i recognize you. youre carpenter's ghost" // "yes. i am" // "that must mean that im being punished. arent i?" he sounds so small and young oh my god

"if this is my punishment, then why am i smiling?" OKAY PARALLELS TO HIS VISIONS IN S2. OKAY. IM NOT GOING TO CRY. I WONT.

his monologue is ruining me actually oh god.

"they invented their own faulkner. and they forced me to be him" THATS WHAT IM SAYIN

he called her his sister...

im sure hes gonna die

"you crashed a car??" // "yeeah. i crashed a car." i love her

"they need to fix you, they need to make you better, and ill, ill watch over your bed, ill be there, carpenter. ill pray, ill pray and pray for as long as i need to" christ alive. i need to lay down RIGHT NOW.

méabh de brún too good at acting like shes in pain im abt to dial an ambulance

EM??? EM MENTION. EM MENTION

ok this is fuelling my hc that faulkner reminded carpenter of em in some painful and undefinable way

"i should tell paige that story, if i get to see heg again"

"OUR paige?" CRYING FOR A MILLION YEARS. AND HIS "HUH" AS WELL WHEN CARPENTER CONFIRMS

twin mouths truther forever

"i hate you too, faulkner, i truly do. and i love you, too. in spite of everything" // "always on the very precipice of understanding one another"

faulkner's "DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!" is fucking me up b narr the voice actor everrr

SHES GONNA LEAVE HIM A CAIRN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"there'll be a place for you, and itll be beside me" DRIVING STRAIGHT INTO A LAMPPOST AS WE SPEAK

NO HES GONNA TRY AND KILL HER ISNT HE

"yeah. perhaps thats it. do you?" again. coolest fucking character on the planet

"this is when the waters parted, and at last..! at last he understood!" jesus christ. jon ware the writer that you are

"say you were raised in the service of a god of fire. so you feel like the world would be a much better place if more things were on fire" i busted out laughing WHAT a tone shift

"dennis duplace helped. hayward.. dad.. carpenter.. im leaving all of you behind" i am a husk of a person. lucille valentine knocking it out of the park

"best feeling in the world, seeing you walk away" holy fucking shit this is DAMAGING ME.

i wanna write every quote thats making my heart sting but the transcript is already up so theres no real point

every single va is popping the FUCK OFF by the way. i have to keep reminding myself theyre acting so i dont like. kill myself

val saving hayward was NOT on my bingo card what the fuck

"and before she died... she remembered who she was" OHHHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDDDD

hayward doing his own rites of the cairn maiden for himself :(

no gods coming for hayward but "fuck it. this one's not... for any of you. this ones for me"

WHY IS FAULKNER BACK. NONONO ITS ONLY GONNA BE BAD. PLEASE NO

i never realized the parallel between faulkner's gardener father and his gardener god

carpenter meant so much to him :(

"Sister! I love you! Where are you going? Dont turn your back on me! Dont you dare- Sister! I need you! SISTER! SISTER! MARCO! MARCO!" FAULKNER NO NOT LIKE THIS NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

FUCK YOU JON WARE (<- COMPLIMENT)

THE FAULKNER BODY FAKEOUT. SEE ABOVE POINT

carpenter's scream...... oh god.. oh méabh de brún the woman that you are

"he could be a face from my childhood. or his" charlie.......

HES BEEN BLOND THIS ENTIRE TIME????????????? i should have fucking known

"but no matter how it starts, no matter how it turns out for us, it can end with love, cant it? it can end with love. it can end with kindness." i said oh my god out loud

the delivery of "and then i let him go" why not just drive a railroad spike through my lungs

"the river is vast, and no dam can block every channel, and ours is a world of miracles." i said jesus christ out loud

i wheezed when she just. got back up this old bitch cannot die can she

not nana glass' song............

FUCKING TAINSLEY. CHEKHOVS TAINSLEY.

oh my god. a final heartbreaking credits scene

i had to just sit and lean back for a second. what a fucking ending. what a fucking podcast. this is one of those pieces of media that takes up residence in your brain forever. im never gonna stop thinking about this

[joenotexotic99]

A band of brothers smut please

One where Winters is jealous because he feels the reader is spending too much time with the men, and he feels like he isn't getting enough attention from her. He takes her to one of the bedrooms in an empty house, and he locks the door just in case. The reader teases him for being jealous and is a bit of a brat and he tells her to behave herself she plays along and reguses him and keeps teasing him. Also, the reader likes being in control in the bedroom, and winters usually let her, but he surprises her, and he takes charge of the situation and shows that he is in control using his power over her and is authortive with her. Winters dominates her and punishes her and is rough and there is alot of teasing and degrading. Near the end he is soft and he praises her like a dom/soft and minor bdsm thing. They then fall asleep together.

Summary: Winters is jealous and punishes reader for hanging out with the men to much

A/n: I did this in Austria because it felt right for the plot. I did take a line or two from one of my books because her smut is just chef kiss, so kudos to Hannah Grace. Thank you

(please note that i am not responsible for what you read on the internet, do not come for me for adult content)

18+ only

Warnings: language, there's a meme reference in here if you find it and lmk it will make my day, mature themes, slight oc with Winters just because this isn't him so much, this turned darker that what it was supposed to be oops, slight choking, oral (f receiving) winters hands (yes im putting this here,) degrading, rough sex, slapping, rank kink, unprotected sex, (remember kids, flies spread disease, so keep your closed,) back shot, fluff.

Lmk if i missed anything :)

Word count: 3.7k

-This is a work SOLELY based on the actors' portrayal of these men. Every ounce of respect to the real soldiers.-

Masterlist

The war in Europe has ended, and Easy company was stationed in Austria, awaiting their next orders. The rolling hills were poetically beautiful, even more so as they sparkled in the cold blue lake. The picturesque landscape was a sharp contrast to the ugly battlefield they left behind. The men of Easy Company were slowly adjusting to their new found peace, attempting to find their footing after so long immersed in soul sucking war. It was an embraced challenge. 

For Winters and you, the transition held more personal challenges. The chaos of war had left little time for intimacy, or any personal moments for that matter. Now, in the relative calm of Austria, those missed moments seemed to catch up all at once. For Winters he held so much responsibility over the last few years he was never able to stray his attention anywhere other than the task at hand. Now with nothing but sunshine and time, he finally had all the time in the world for you. 

As the days passed he couldn't help but notice you spending more and more time with the men of Easy Company rather than him. Winters watched you from the sidelines as you laughed, anger silently boiled under his skin as you simply conversed with another man, them leaning in to hear you better, knowing that they could smell your perfume and feel your warmth, and not him. It wasn't that he didn’t understand; he knew they were your friends. But he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that gnawed at him and kept him up at night.

The feelings of neglect festered inside him, turning into a simmering hot frustration. He had been so patient throughout the war, always putting duty before his own desires, but now that peace had finally arrived, he felt entitled to your time, your attention, your touch, your body. The rational part of his mind knew he was being unfair, yet he had been deprived of your moans for so fucking long. He was battling to keep his fantasies at bay.

The tipping point came one evening at a nearby bar. The air was hot and loud, filled with the sounds of celebration and the clinking of glasses. Winters from a nearby seat, watched as you interacted with the men, your smile lighting up the room, he missed that smile so much. Yet he couldn't ignore the way some of them got a little too flirty, their hands lingering on your body longer than necessary. His blood boiled with jealousy, his patience was being tested second by second and it was starting to wear dangerously thin.

You were able to get a dress from a nearby shop, it was nothing fancy but fuck you looked hot in it. After years of continuously wearing one thing it felt nice for you to wear something out of the norm. But with alcohol being passed around like water and you being the shiny diamond of the room, Winters found himself feeling a knot of unease tightening in his chest and his pants were slightly tighter than when he first put them on. He trusts his men with his life, and he knows they mean no harm. However if he sees one more lingering hand so close to your ass, he might loose is fucking head.

Unable to bear it any longer, Winters crossed the room and took your hand, pulling you away from the group.

“What the fuck Richard” you exclaimed, trying to keep your voice down as the others looked on in surprise. Luckily they were too drunk off their asses to give two shits.

His grip was firm but not painful as he led you through the crowded bar and out towards where you were currently staying. His mind was a whirlwind of emotion. Anger, jealousy, hurt, all mixing together in a storm he was struggling to control and get a grip of.

As you reached the hallway leading to the bedrooms, you tried to pull your hand free, but Winters held on, his eyes fixed ahead. 

"Richard, slow down. Talk to me, please" you pleaded, but he didn't stop until you were both inside the dimly lit room, the door closing behind you with a soft click as he locked the door.

The sudden quiet was jarring, the contrast to the noise of the bar, it was almost deafening. He finally let go of your hand and turned to face you, his eyes blazing with pent-up frustration.  "Do you have any idea how it feels to watch you with them?" he asked, his voice low and strained. "To see you laughing, touching them, while I’m standing there like a damn fool?”

He walks within inches of you, you could feel his breath on you. “Are you jealous?”

You scoff “Oh my god, you are, you're jealous” 

“I have been nothing but patient with you, letting you settle in and get your footing” Winter’s looked up to collect his thoughts, taking a deep breath “yet here you are in this.. beautiful fucking dress letting everyone feel you up. Not a single thought on how I feel”

You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling up. "Oh so what, you want me to ignore them and just be by your side all the time? That's not fair, Dick.”

His voice was low, dangerous almost, as he slowly backed you up against the door. “Do you want to know what's really unfair? Hm?” He stepped closer, his eyes boring into yours. “Unfair is watching you laugh and flirt with them while I stand in the shadows. Unfair is feeling like I’m losing you when we’ve barely had a chance to be together for one god forsaken night. Unfair is seeing their hands on you, touching what’s mine.”

Your breath quickened as you looked back at him, your pulse racing. You crossed your arms defensively, trying to hold your ground even as his intensity made your heart pound, you could practically feel it in your ears, it clouded your thoughts. “Do you not realize where we are Dick? Were in a hotel for christ sake, with warm water, clean sheets and a view people would pay good money for. So sue me for wanting to celebrate what we just fought for over a year for. Are you really that impatient?” 

He stepped even closer, the heat of his body radiating towards you. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something else—something more primal. “Impatient? I’ve been patient, more than you know. But watching you tonight, seeing the way they looked at you, touched you... it drove me crazy, it is driving me crazy.”

You bit your lip, the tension between you palpable. Heat rose not just to your cheeks but lowerer, deeper. It settled in your core. It made your knees weak. 

“Wow, truly” You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I didn’t know Major Winters could get so jealous.”

He narrowed his eyes, his voice a low growl. “Behave yourself.”

You giggled, stepping back and away from the door, just out of his reach. “Or what? You’ll punish me?” You continued to tease him, your tone light and mocking. “I think you’re just mad because you’re not the center of attention for once.”

Writers turned to face you “Do you want to test me?” he warned, his voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge.

You were enjoying this game. You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. “Maybe I do,” you said, challenging him with a mischievous grin.

Winters took a deep breath, however before you could react, he closed the distance between you, pinning you against the door with surprising force. His hands gripped your wrists, holding them above your head as he pressed his body against yours. Now it wasn't just your own heartbeat you could feel, or your arousal.

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Richard...”

“Enough games,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine, and it’s time you remembered that.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden dominance, the usual playful banter slipping away. You tried to wriggle free, but his grip was firm. “You don’t scare me,” you whispered defiantly, though your voice wavered.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. “Maybe not, but I’ll make sure you respect me.” His tone was authoritative, sending shivers down your spine. There was practically a river between your legs at this point.  His hands moved from your wrists, sliding down your arms and stopping to rest on your hips, eventually or ass. He held you tightly, his body pressed firmly against yours.

“You’re not playing fair,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

“You wanted to test me, remember?” His lips grazed your earlobe, his voice a low growl. “Now it’s my turn.”

His mouth smashed into yours in a crazed, horny and desperate show of built up sexual frustration. You moaned into his mouth, you missed this. His hands roamed down to the bottom of your dress which went down to your mid thigh. He traced the bottom of it in a teasing matter. You felt his warm touch against your skin, it sent small electric shocks straight to your aching center. His mouth eventually made its way to your neck, finding your pulse point. It's rough yet passionate and overwhelming.

He slowly moves your dress up to your waist, his hands are now teasing the fabric of your underwear. His mouth is back on yours as he explores your mouth. It's truly not enough, you need him, now. “Richard please.” you beg. He stops to look at you, one hand moving to caress your cheek. “Now look whos impatient” 

You moaned, you never knew this side of him. Sure before the war you did it when you could and however you could. But typically it was in the quiet of the night, somewhere far away from the rest of the 506th. Yet even then it was you who did most of it all, you were in charge. But here you are, pinned against the door of a grand hotel room, dress at your waist, turned into putty being molded into a desperate woman by the man in front of you. It made your head spin.

You're incredibly close to taking matters into your own hands and getting off yourself, you hurt so fucking bad. Anything please anything, you wanted to beg. You wanted to make a snarky comment on how you could feel his dick through his pants that you were sure was hard and aching. Tell him that he should check himself on who's the most desperate here. Yet all that came out was a desperate, almost pathetic whine. Winters let out an amused chuckle, god he knew you were completely at his mercy, and he savored it.

Goose bumps spread down your skin. Winters has barely touched you yet you are ready to melt. It feels like he's everywhere at once. One of his hands snakes around your neck and lightly chokes you. It sends you on a whole new wave of pleasure. His hands make his way to your underwear, he slowly rubs your clit, it feels like he's taunting you, keeping you on edge. You're practically panting. 

He stops kissing you and removes his hands. However before you could complain, he sinks to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you, establishing eye contact, his hands run from your ankles up to your knee then dangerously close to where you need him most, then right back down. “I want you to apologize” he says, eyes still boring into yours. “Tell me who is the only one who's allowed to touch you” he starts to place feather light kisses over your legs. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it”

“I'm sorry, please only you dick only you” you cry out. Squirming under his touch “I want it all of it please” you were going insane. The anticipation slowly killing you

“Tell me darling, how bad do you want it” he said, as he slowly removed your underwear revealing your wet core. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder. He was inches away.

“So fucking bad ple-” he cuts you off by his toung running between your folds. Circling your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips into the empty room.

His hands move from your thigh until he places them onto your ass for the second time this night. He squeezes it. As he palms your ass he sucks your clit in a way that makes your head feel light and your legs shake. You are officially a withering, shaking moaning wreck. You looked down to see him staring right back at you. Your hands sink into his hair, you watched as he buried deeper between your thighs. He moans as you tug at his hair. He's enjoying this just as much as you are.

One of his hands moves from your ass cheek to your center. One, two digits slide into you with ease. You would be embarresed on how quicky he has been able to turn you into a moaning mess but the way his hand immedeatly finds you G-spot stops you. 

His pace increases as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You are utterly lost in the perfect collaboration that's between his fingers and mouth. Winters face being what's holding you up at this point seeing how you legs are now jelly at the overpowering pleasure Richard Winters is delivering to you on a silver fucking plater.

Your orgasm is quickly building, you tug at his hair harder, moan louder. You desperately ride his face and fingers. “Richard..” you whimper, so very close to the edge “im gunna fuck im going to c-” you dont even get to finish your sentence before your trashing and spaziming with pleasure, every square inch of your skin is set ablaze and you ride out your high.

Removing his fingers and mouth he stands up full height, mouth glistening with your arousal. He tells you to open wide before sticking the fingers that he just used to give you an incredible orgasm into your mouth.

“Taste how incredible you are,” He says as you wrap your lips around his fingers. You close your eyes as you lightly suck on said fingers. Winters has to hold back a moan at the thought of you on your knees taking his cock into your pretty little mouth. But he has other plans for tonight.

“You’re awful” You say with a fucked out grin on your face. “And you my dear” He goes to pick you up “are delicious” he finishes as you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the bed and sets you down onto it. He stands up at the foot of the bed and starts removing his clothes, starting with his belt.

“Is this what you want? Hm? To be treated like a slut?” He asks, hands now unbuttoning his shirt. “Because for over a week now you seem to want the attention of every guy in this town” His pants are next. “You think they can fuck you better?” He's now left with nothing. He moves to the bed towards you. He crawls over you, his lips so close to yours. You reach up to connect to his lips but he pulls away quickly just to turn you around. Your face now stuffed into the plush white pillows. You're left breathless.

“Answer me, do you think they can fuck you better?” he moves your dress so you're exposed. You can feel the cold air hit your bare cunt.

“No..you fuck me best Richard” you respond looking back at him you see him mapping out your ass, thighs and lower back with his hand like hes trying to memorise every detail on your body.

“Sir, you call me sir or major you understand that” He looks back at you with hardened eyes. Slapping your ass leaving it slightly rouge. You moan at the contact, it makes you impossibly wetter. “You like that don’t you? You like it when I treat you like a whore?” He slaps you again, then again then again, rubbing and soothing where he slapped you each time.

“Yes sir, I do, treat me like a whore, your whore sir, please” At this point you're on the brink of frustrated tears. You are so unbelievably horny yet you don't want it to end. You want him to keep going, fuck you into tomorrow, make you forget your own name. But nothing more than desperate whines and moans leave your mouth.

He soon stops his assault, seeming pleased with himself. “Im going to fuck this tight little pussy like its mine, youre going to take it like a good girl, wont you?’ he says demandingly, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips with a moan, it was a weak effort to gain some friction. “Won't you?”

“Yes I can ta-” he cuts you off by slamming into you. It takes everything in him to not come instantly by your loud moan and tight tight pussy.

Every trust is as delicious and as punishing as the last. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room along with your moans. If anyone came home from the bar they probably could hear you. Not that you care. Winters fucks you harder and harder into the mattres. He soon lifts you up by your hair and wraps a hand around your neck to keep you pressed up against his warm body. 

“Whose pussy is this? He grunts. Winters starts nibbling at your ear waiting for your response “you-your pussy, fuck, its your pussy all, holly shit its yours sir” You moan, you scream. You hoped you sounded semi ok, you're not even completely sure if you did.

“Such a tight little pussy all for me” he pants against your ear before letting you go back to the mattress. He places both of his hands on your waist, fucking you harder, faster, deeper. “You think you can get under my skin, huh? Do you think I don't see the little game you're playing?” he's right, you knew that it bothered him, you never thought it would end so…climatically though. “ It's my cock you come all over. Even if its another man hand on your ass, its my name you fucking scream” 

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. It almost paralyzes you with pleasure before your legs start to shake. Winters doesn’t stop however, he doesn't even slow his pace down. He simply keeps going. If anything, it's like it encourages him to go on. And all you can do is take it. And you are nothing but greedy for it. 

“God look at you i've turned you into a mess” his hands sneaked around to start rubbing your clit, adding to the already punishing pleasure you're enduring. “You like it don’t you? you like being treated like the good little whore you are” 

“Yess, fuck like a fucking whore” You’re breathless and your skin is on fire. Every word he says makes you grip the bed sheets harder, scream lounder, beg more, for what? You're not sure. You buck and squirm against him, your third orgasm soon to arrive. You know he's close to by the way he groans your name under his breath, his trust gets sloppy and loses their rhythm. It's all so erotic. 

“It's ok you can come I got you” Your body tenses up, the coil snaps. You start to see stars and for a second you might have went to heaven and back because of how good it feels 

His trust gets more sloppy and he moans louder, you feel him tense up before he slips out of you and spills onto your back. 

He goes to fall beside you and your both left panting. You're so unbelievably exhausted yet you feel like your own cloud nine all at once. You feel Winters get up and come back with a warm towel to clean you up. Then you feel him unzip the dress you're wearing and the bra follows. You soon feel him next to you stroking your hair.

You turn to look up at him. Gentle caring eyes look back at you.

“That wasn't too rough was it? Did I hurt you?” His voice is so calm. You move to snuggle up with him, his hand wraps around you. “It was perfect, dick, and i'm fine, sore, you didn't overstep, I know you would have stopped if i said so” your hand drew mindless patterns on his chest. 

“I care so much about you, you know that” Winters said tenderly as he kissed the top of your head. “I don't want you leaving” 

You snuggle him tightly, feeling the tension between you dissolve. listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear “I’m yours,” you assured him. “And I always will be.” As you held each other close, you felt a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm and safety.

"I'm sorry," you whispered again, your voice barely audible.

"Shh," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "It's okay. We're okay."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. The love and tenderness in his gaze made your heart swell. "I love you, Richard." 

"I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. He tightened his embrace, pulling you even closer. Winters reached over to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness. You nestled against him, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Goodnight," you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Goodnight," he whispered back, his lips brushing against your hair. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was the last thing you remembered as you slipped into a deep, restful sleep, knowing that as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

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Could you make a Naib with an assassin S/O I really like your orpheus one and I think it's an interesting concept

AAAA IM GLAD!! of course💓💓💓 went nuts w this prompt tbh

naib subedar with an assassin s/o headcanons🗡

if you think orpheus is good at sensing dangerous people, then naib will blow your socks off

naib, being an assassin of sorts himself, knows exactly who to avoid at first sight - based on someone's posture, gaze and general body language, he detects potential threats with ease and keeps away from them

although, compared to orpheus, he's not passive about it - his goal is not to avoid, but to kill. if he finds someone to be enough of a nuisance or thinks someone might be out to sabotage him and his mission getting rid of another body won't be a problem

you immediately sensed naib's presence, differing from all the others that radiated from the timid manor residents lurking and turning their back towards you

it was hostile, the way you felt his eyes pierce you from under his hood and the way he quickly slipped away into the darkness whenever your gaze fixated itself on him for too long. you hated to admit it, but it made your palms sweaty and your heartbeat faster

for the following few months, your and naib's interactions were limited to sharp glances and silent threats whispered out under your breaths - him planning how to push you into a corner with a knife by your throat in case he senses the tension rise up, and you flinching whenever his arm swayed, ready to grip his wrist and dodge whatever punch he might throw at you

...it could have went on for days until the thing happened. the thing that made naib pull his hood over his face whenever he was in your presence, and made you bury your face in your hands every time naib passed by

it was just a normal match with smiley. y'know, scraped knees, blood soaked shoulders and engine particles by your feet

luca was safely decoding the final cipher as martha swiftly pulled the pallets down and stunned poor joker for the second time this match. you were rushing right by martha, giving her some extra support so she could push her kite until the cipher's primed. what could possibly go wrong?

...well, naib, being protective of martha, decided to rush in to help at the same time as you...

...and crashed right into you as you ran, knocking you down with him and making you drop all your hidden blades in the process

this, of course, resulted in a long-term ban from matches considering that carrying unregistered weapons isn't allowed, yet what interested you the most was naib's reaction

as you dropped them, instead of scolding you or using this opportunity to get you punished, he crouched down by your side, shielding your daggers away from the hunter's field of view, and whispered "be more careful next time."

someone who was supposed to be your rival, your unconfirmed nemesis, covering for you? something weird was going on

you decided to confront naib about it one day, to try and get out at least some information or sign out of him even if he stays silent

luckily, it didn't take long for you to find him - you found him leaning against a tree, a half-eaten sushi roll in his hand

"mind if i ask you something about yesterday, naib?" you whispered, him only curiously tilting his head in response

"ask away." he didn't even turn around to face you as he said that

"about yesterday... why did you cover for me?" why did it feel degrading, saying it out loud? it was like losing a bet and shamefully admitting it

silence ensued. suddenly, he replied back, hesitatingly, "i pitied you. don't know why, but i did. was in the same situation before, so that's why, i guess."

with that sentence, it was almost like a spark appeared between you two - it took time, effort and coincidences, but eventually you two started to warm up to each other

oh, you broke your wrist while kiting? what a coincidence, he has an extra pair of elbow pads! naib's wounds started bleeding again - you found a syringe and band-aids tucked in the pocket of your jacket, how weird..

as time passed, you found yourself laying your head on naib's shoulder, his hand tangled in your hair and gently twirling your locks around his fingers - neither of you jolting or reacting badly whenever it happened, it just came naturally

it was never official, but you two gradually formed a relationship. it was deeper than a friendship, more than a family bond and more than just comradeship

sometimes, you wondered if the boy crying, head buried in your chest, is the same man that once wanted you dead on first sight. and when naib held you tight and kissed each one of your battle wounds, he always recalled the way you furrowed your brows the first time you laid your eyes on him

perhaps it was destined to happen, and maybe really two minuses make a plus - two hurt people with impermeable façades broke through each other's 💞

[snowstained]

wrong question

yandere!chuuya / gn!reader

yandere, toxic relationship, reader has panic attack, chuuya in a goofy ahh mood, mentions of abuse, i’m too lazy to proof read

tik tok… tik tok… tik tok… tik- the clock broke again. you always thought it was ironic whenever the stupid thing broke. it was your only way to truly tell how long you were there, when he’d come back, how long you have to mentally prepare yourself. but whenever the clock broke you had to recalculate everything.

according to the clock, well, before it broke, you had about 25 minutes left before chuuya came home. 25 minutes left to mentally prepare yourself. 25 minutes left in chains. 25 minutes before a human bomb came in through the door. time bomb, haha, you thought to yourself. time, time, time, time is all you had left. just… time. time until you escaped, time until you died or he died. no, if he dies that would be bad. you’d be left to rot. time is against you. truly.

there you sat in the dim, windowless room. he tried to make it nice at least. well… kind of. you kept yourself occupied with board games and books and music and cards, but it was lackluster. you weren’t allowed to watch tv or go on the internet without chuuya’s supervision. you were at one point, but when he saw that you got through the child-lock and tried seeing if anyone was looking for you on the news that got taken away. kinda funny, huh? you were in your 20s being treated like you weren’t even double digits yet.

there it was, the sound of your prison door unlocking. you weren’t out yet though. daily routine was in order. every day when chuuya came home you were dressed to his liking, whether it be a fancy expensive outfit, jeans and a sweater, or just barely any clothing. whatever he was in the mood for. the second part of the routine was him doing your hair and asking about your day. this moment was very critical, especially if he was in a bad mood. acceptable responses are any variation of “good”, and unacceptable responses are any variation of “bad”, unless it was only bad because you missed him. in that case, “bad” because you missed him must be followed up by “good” now that you see him.

after dressing you up in a nice outfit (which likely meant he was in a good mood today) you were brought out to the living room and made to sit on the couch. chuuya sat behind you, beginning to do your hair. “how was your day? i know i missed you dearly, im so happy to see you now” he said. his voice was unsettling sometimes. so calm, too calm.

“i was a bit bored today, but i’m so happy now that you’re here, chuuya! i missed you,” a forced smile creeped onto your lips “what did you do today? i want to hear about it.” you felt chuuya stiffen up a bit. bad question, he didn’t have a good day after all.

“i saw an old partner today, im not very happy about it” he was clearly mad now. silence fell over the room like a thick blanket of snow. anxiety started to fill you, starting in the pit of your stomach and spreading through your entire body. would you be punished? is he mad at you? how can you fix the situation and make him happy again? your breaths became stuttered and your hands shakey.

“what’s got you so worked up, yn? i can feel you shaking.” was he concerned or faking it? is he gonna hurt you? oh god.

you inhaled sharply before speaking, “i didn’t mean to upset you, chuuya. i’m sorry, i-i’m really really sorry! please forgive me, it was a mistake, i’m so sorry! i shouldn’t have asked!” full blown panic attack. you hyperventilated as the room turned into shapes and colors, your vision became static, touch felt so intense, and nothing you heard made sense.

you saw something move in front of you and grab you, but you didn’t know who or what. you couldn’t make sense of it. he’s gonna hurt me, he’s gonna hurt me, he’s gonna hurt me. that’s all you could think. when you began to calm down you finally made sense of what was happening. it was chuuya holding your hands, staring at you with a concerned look on his face. “yn? are you okay? i’m not gonna hurt you, baby. why would you ever think that? i love you, i’m here to protect you, not hurt you.”

his voice was so soft. calm. worried. it made you mad, but you could express that. why would i ever think you’d hurt me? look at the fucking bruises on my body. every time you’re mad at me i get hurt. you sat still. you said nothing, but your gaze told him what he needed to know. the bruises on your legs, your arms. your now deformed left pinky from when he was angry and accidentally broke three of your fingers. he didn’t take you to a hospital because he didn’t want to get caught, not even a medic for the port mafia. your ring and middle healed fine, but not the pinky.

chuuya’s face was still for a moment. you couldn’t read it, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling, but then he cried. no, he didn’t cry. he sobbed. “it’s my fault, it’s all my fault. you’re scared of me and it’s my fault! i’m supposed to protect you… and i failed. i’m sorry, yn. let me make it up to you, let me try to fix this! i don’t want you to be scared of me.” all you could do was stare. “we can go shopping or somewhere nice to eat or a vacation, whatever you want. name it. i’ll make it happen, it’ll be my apology, and i promise i’ll try to control my violence a little more.”

there were two ways your reply could go. either he would give in and you’d be free, or he’d be taking his promise back quickly. “chuuya… i want you to let me go. that’s how you can make it up to me…” you said it. it was ballsy, and an absolute gamble. but, you said it.

chuuya’s gaze turned back to unreadable. it was silence. how dare you ask to leave him? could you see that he loves you more than the air he breathes? more than life itself? “you’re funny. after all i do, that’s what you really want, huh?” you fucked up, badly. “the money i spent, the tears i shed, the blood i have bled for you! it means nothing, huh? my love means nothing. you’re staying here, with me. you will stay by my side until the day life leaves you. and that day won’t be up to god, that day is up to me. you’re gonna see things my way, i’ll make sure of it. i own you. you’re mine.”

[love-killed-the-superstar]

The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG

SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG

Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate

Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck

IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES

SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit

HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!

not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy

SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)

there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago

i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine

YI NO!!!!!

lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two

lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((

YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!

....,.HUH

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????

I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

FINAL THOUGHTS:

dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.

i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.

i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.

uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.

i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)

I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?

and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON

as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.

i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.

Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!

[violetwitch12087]

Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

[italeean]

hi! for the tickle match-up event, - a few of my hobbies are tennis, playing guitar, taking walks, and writings fanfics :) i like the quiet, sweet foods, and watching sports

im also a switch

and i'd like to choose the mha fandom!! with a platonic relationship, and a male character

(hope i included everything u needed) - have a good day/night!!

Hello my dear, thank you for participating in my little event 😸❤️ I was genuinely surprised by how quickly you sent in a request, it made me so so so happyyy 🍡 *hands you some dango*

🔮 So... for the match-up, your pair is... DEKU 💚💚

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• He can be cheerful and smiley, but he's not excessively loud or all over the place like other characters • He's perfect to take long walks, and he'd be able to carry on an entertaining and relaxing conversation while doing that • I think he'd also be a fan of watching sports with you... maybe he'd even keep notebooks of his favorite teams and athletes like he does with quirks • He'd also be a good tennist, I think. Maybe a bit clumsy at the beginning, but he'd learn quickly!! • He'd probably tickle you as a "punishment" for laughing at his clumsiness; obviously he'd be playful and goofy, he knows you'd never laugh at him • He'd probably use his quirk by mistake a couple of times, which would result in a destroyed ball and an embarrassing green bean rambling 1000 apologies per second • I also see you two taking lots of strolls in the park and enjoying the view • Then he'd be delighted if you played the guitar, maybe while you take a break from the walking... and he might even offer to buy you ice cream for playing the guitar so well!!! • He'd tickle you because he wants to hear you sing after hearing you play! (He's totally the type who'd say something about you having a melodious laughter) • Let's be honest, he'd offer ice cream to all his friends • He'd totally offer to carry your guitar if he sees you struggling while walking. After all, it's his duty as a hero to preserve everyone's happiness and well-being, including the ones of  your back and shoulders hehe • You could try to tickle him lightly, just to make it more difficult for him to carry your guitar

🔮 Tickle scenario: "I'm sure Djokovic will win this time!" You said as Deku turned on the TV and tuned it on the tennis channel. It was always a pleasant time when the two of you spent your evening watching sports and commenting the performances.

"No way! Federer is much more experienced and his technique is perfect, besides, based on his current physical conditions..." You couldn't help but chuckle as he rambled about his theories. You felt honored to be friends with such a precious boy who always knew how to make you laugh.

However, things were different this time. There was a serious bet going on, and the stakes were high, very high. Deku had bet on Federer based on a calculated, deep study of data and statistics, while you had chosen Djokovic based on... well... a gut feeling.

You both laughed it off as the match started, your eyes fixated on the screen as you two munched on some candy.

The match was long and nerve-wracking, as you both expected from the two titans that were challenging each other, but alas it came to an end...

And that ending taught Deku to never underestimate the power of a gut feeling.

"Ha!!! Take that! I knew he'd win!!!" You celebrated as Djokovic raised his cup high in the sky. Deku, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded. "How..? I was so sure... it's impossible..! Based on their recent performa- WAH!! N-no wait!!!"

Too late, you were already on top of him, cracking your knuckles. "No can do, a bet is a bet and now you gotta pay!" With that battle cry, your hands finally found the poor boy's torso and attacked mercies. Squeezing his hips, poking his sides, scribbling on his tummy, spidering on each one of his abs, and even swirling a finger inside his belly button every once in a while, just to entertain yourself with the squeal that left his lips every single time.

"NAHAHAOHOHOHO THIS IHIHSN'T FAHAHAIR..!" He kicked and squirmed, but to no avail, as you targeted every sensitive spot you could find. "This isn't fair? How so?" You asked as if you weren't wrecking the life out of the poor green bean.

"B-becahahause he wahasn't suppohohosehed to wihihihin..!" He whined, his laughter toning down a little as you targeted a less ticklish spot in a sudden moment of mercy. "Yohohou prohobahahahably cheatehehed..!" He joked, not knowing he was about to face the consequences.

"Now you really asked for it, prepare to die!!" You exclaimed as you went for his death spot... or at least tried to.

Something took a firm hold of your wrist, and you barely managed to catch a glimpse of Deku's Blackwhip before the world turned upside down and you saw the young hero's face smirking at you.

He didn't even waste any time to think of a good comeback sentence. He just went for your death spot before you could even think of retaliating. "NONONOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAIHIHIT!!!" is all you managed to say before he unleashed his counterattack, or as he liked to call it, his Tickle Monster Quirk.

The rest of the afternoon went on accompanied by the sounds of your laughter, and ended with many doubts about who had effectively won that tickle war.

[r0-boat]

ummm can you write rika x reader where the reader is hopped up on aphrodisiacs and wants to get fucked stupid by her. maybe with a strap with fake cum in it too?

Women I love women holy shit.

Afab! Reader x Rika

Rika coos watching you grind into her hand. Her grin widening hearing your sweet voice desperately whimpering her name.

Your core practically melting the palm of her hand pressing against you're drenched sex was not enough.

" Patience Doll~" Rika chuckled, lifting your hips up as you feel her fingers gide just barely passed your folds.

" Let me play with you for a little while longer Darling and I'll fill you up nice and full~” Rika purred.

She pressed her lips against your body peppering kiss along the skin. Grinding her thumb against your clit, her finger is tracing up and down your entrance occasionally just barely dipping deeper only to pull out with every buck of your hips.

Yes, Rika could punish you for your lack of obedience tonight but, wasn't it already punished enough to give you aphrodisiac and tease like this? And besides the whimpering drenched mess of sight underneath her, pulling and crying out for attention for more was going straight to her pussy.

Your juices coated the tips of her fingers her red eyes more ridiculous as she brings her fingers up and licks them clean.

"mmh... you taste so sweet Pretty~ I could just do you up..."

Giving you a playful look her hands grab your buttocks lifting you up, with nothing but the bed against your back and your legs and her arms supporting you.

"And I think... I will!"

You lose your mind feeling her soft wet tongue Glide against your soaked cunt. Arching your back when her tongue presses deeper.

You couldn't help but grind your cunt against her face, wanting more and more. With the blazing heat deep inside of you turning into mush from the inside out, you are so close yet it wasn't enough to satisfy you, you cry out for more.

"P-please! R-rika, I-i cant take it! N-need your cock!"

Aw... she could see tears starting to form in your eyes do you really need her that badly??

She moves her lips from your mouth glistening with your juices. She lifts your leg over her shoulder pressing the head of her toy against your entrance. You try to reach out and touch your lover only for her hands to grab yours pinning them above your head.

You squirm trying to rub yourself against her toy.

"Rika!Rika! P-please! Fill me! Fil-AAH YES YES YES!" You cry out, when she finally spears you open.

She could never get enough of your screams, how you squeak and squeal her name while you try to take more and more! And she was happily to give you more squeezing your wrists before taking a hold of your other leg folding you in half completely. Pressing you into the bed she slams down.

"h-hahah! your sooo cute baby~ we should have tried aphrodisiacs ages ago!" She laughs watching your face twisting in pure pleasure.

You lose yourself, drool dripping from your mouth your brain frying thinking of nothing but her cock, your fingers dig into your thights. All you could do now is lay there and take every pound of her cock.

"mmm~ you're squeezing around me so tightly, you're being such a good sweetheart~"

She wraps a hand around her throat.

" I think you deserve a reward, don't you think?

She squeezes once

" I'll fill you up how's that sound?"

She moved faster. Another hand wrapping around your throat.

"h-haha I'll make you nice... and full I'll make you mine would you like that pretty? Would you like to be filled up with my cum?"

"c-clos-" was the only thing you could mutter,

"huh? Speak up pretty I didn't hear you tell me you want me to fill you!" Rika said this time more firm

"r-rika...please... S-so close-"

"I SAID LOUDER" she yells her hand coming down onto your ass. You break as you come on her cock

"PLEASE RIKA IM CUMMING FILL ME! FILL ME NOW!!"

"oh-h thats a good p-pet, fuck I..im so wet... Im gonna fill you up."

All you remember was feeling warm liquid from her cock spill deep inside of you.

Immediately she lowered your legs off of her shoulders and scooped you into her arms. Peppering your face with kisses while her fingers glide through your hair. You are already gone your chest rising and falling as your eyelids flutter close.

That was so hot fuck you are so hot the images of you underneath her will be burned in her mind for hours when she plunges her fingers in and out of her cunt later.

[sexygrass]

hey, hope ur doing fine but i have a request

i really loved that bratty taeyong fic sm it made me go dfghjklm and I see you're a jeno stan soooo would u do one with sub jeno who had been acting like a brat all day just so you'd punish him and fuck him dumb BUT reader will just give him "no punishment" as a punishment and he'll be so frustrated bcz his antics didn't work as he planned?????! like reader will be gentle and kiss him softly, ignoring how horny he is

im sure you'll eat this up

Fucking died, this is such a hot idea like damn—I would've took u out on a date, anon—and yes, jeno is my ult, my man, my puppy and my whore🤧

Don't be gentle

Pairing: brat!jeno x brat-tamer!f!reader

Synopsis: when your boyfriend tested your patience whole day, broke your rules and being acting like a total brat just to get your attention but when his plan backfire at him, he's left at your own mercy.

Warning: orgasm denying, edging, overstimulating, teasing, slight handjob, master kink, degradation, pet names, (foot work ???), lmk if I missed sth.

MDI

It was hard. It was so hard, but you had to keep reminding yourself of the plan. Shutting down your phone, you breathed in and out, closing your eyes, trying to erase the memory of what you just saw and heard from your mind.

Feeling your skin heat up, you fanned around your neck and face because you know you're starting to turn red.

Taking deep breaths, you pushed your chair in and tried focusing on your work but the video your boyfriend had sent you was stuck in your head and whenever you try to focus on something else, his lewd needy moans and chants of your name as he desperately fucked into his fist made your head whirl.

Looking around your workplace, you crossed your legs, discreetly rubbing your thight to releave yourself a bit, a breathy whine slipped your bitten lips at the feeling of your soaked panties. Oh, he was all in.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you smiled at one of your workers when she asked you if you were alright.

The video of him overstimulating himself between pinching his nipple and jerking himself to fondling with his balls and the cry he let when he cummed all over his thighs and the couch made your blood boil. He disobeyed you and had the audacity to send you a clip of his little adventure while you're at work.

Even scrolling through your photos wasn't a safe thing to do in public anymore as it's flooded with NSFW pictures of him spreading his legs for you, many pictures where he caught himself in every possible angle.

Looking around the office, you noticed no one noticed your reaction, and you were thankful. Two hours left, and you would finally go back home and deal with the man sitting on your bed, giggling at what he had sent you.

When he started this, you warned him, but he didn't listen. It first started with him touching you in public at the business dinner you brought him in with you, teasing you and whispering in your ear everything he wanted you to do to him and everything he can do to you if you let him.

You went home tired that night so you let him go away with what he did but clearly that wasnt what he wanted as the next day, when you were with your friends chilling in your apartment, he would saunter around in loose tank tops, black tees, or with no shirts at all but a towel hanging loosely around his waist, something about his morning workouts but you didnt hear anything he said as you felt your head throb —and your pussy—cause he looked like a fucking meal, ready to be devoured and you noticed how he enjoyed it whem your friends ogled at him.

You remember digging your nails on the couch so you won't yank him by the hair and drag him to the bedroom and make him behave, but you held yourself.

But what he sent you was the last blow as he had pushed all your buttons. A video of him jerking with one of your panties hanging from his red tip, moaning your name, and whining how it should he you doing that to him and how he can't wait because you didn't fuck him properly last time. Total brat.

Finishing your work, you calmly drove back home, humming to the song playing on the radio, and when you arrived home, you pushed the front door open, to be met with silence.

it calmer than usual. Walking to the living room, you noticed a stain on the couch, and you took a deep breath before ignoring it and padding to the bedroom.

You saw jeno on the bed with disheveled wet hair, you guessed he took a shower after he finished pleasure himself as the faint scent of his body wash reached you.

When he heard you entering, he put his phone down and folded his knees, a smug grin on his face, "Hey, master, missed you," the way the name rolled on his tongue smoothly made you smirk in your head. He thought you're going to ravish him for all that he did, but boy was wrong.

Giving him a sweet smile —a genuine one—you walked towards him, and he perked up, the corners of his lips lifting but when you ruffled his damp hair, he tilted his head at you and you couldn't help the giggle that left you, "was my puppy bored without me around?" You carassd his cheek with your thumb, noting how his shoulders sagged a little, "I...what..."

Kissing the corner of his lips, you walked to the shower, "Go set a movie, I remember you wanting to watch the movie about that hunted museum." You called before shutting the door behind you.

Jeno eyed the closed door with a gapped mouth, brows furrowed on why he's not handcuffed and edged already. He was a slut for your punishment and he won't bother hiding it because it's what he wants and loves and won't shy about how pleasurable he finds it when you're rough and mean to him, it basically drives him crazy and leave him boneless and oh so satisfied after you use him to your heart extent.

With a pout, he stood up and trudged to the living room to prepare for the movie night. It was already evening when you finished and threw one of jeno's favorite shirts on, with no bra, just panties.

Spraying your favorite perfume on your neck and wrists, you hummed as you padded towards the kitchen and a smirk curled on your lips. You were going to enjoy what you're going to do so so much.

Seeing how busy he was doing the dishes, you walked towards him, and he suddenly stopped. He must have caught your perfume because it was quite strong. Feeling the heat radiating from your body, he smirked, finally!

You crept your hands under his thin shirt and he immediately relaxed under your touch, running your fingers over his chest and down his abs before hugging his waist tightly, making him feel your bare chest against his back, the tin fabric of his shirt allowing him to sense your hard nipples that were peeking under your shirt, making his throat dry as he licked over his dry lips, "h-how was work t-today?"

"It was...interesting," you hummed, your lips pressing gentle kisses along the side of his neck, "how was yours, my good boy," jeno shuddered at the softness of your lips as you kissed down his neck to his shoulder blade and he involuntary tilted his head for you to give you more access to mark his neck.

Good boy. He felt so small when you called him that, but he knows he's nothing but that. Jeno really loves it when you praise him when he's good or when he does as you say. It gives him such a rush knowing how good he makes you feel when he fucks you or eats you out as you repeatedly tell him what a good boy he is, making you feel so so good but this one wasn't a praise because he knows he didn't do anything good, he knows he did everything but being good.

his hands left the water to grip at the counter when your hands that were busy roaming over his defined torso fondled with the strings of the waistband of his basketball shorts, "you had a very busy day, didn't you?" You whispered, kissing under his ear.

"You did what you did because you wanted my attention, right puppy?" Jeno frantically nodded his head, his eyes screwed shut as you slowly pumped him, "y-yeah, need you, so so b-bad, all t-time, shit," his chest now heavens when your other hand went to his throat, making him threw his head back, "yeah? My attention?" You taunted, "yes, please," you smirked at your work when you saw red blotch forming on the delicate skin of his throat.

Pulling away completely, he whined and gave you his best puppy eyes, begging you to give him something—anything but you didn't even spare him a backward glance as you sauntered to the living room, swaying your hips before plopping down on the couch and patted the space bext to you, "Come here,"

Jeno pouted, he was flustered and horny at your teasing but neverthless followed you before dropping down and leaning his back on the armrest and spreading his thighs for you to sit between his legs and lean on his chest; your favorite position while watching a movie.

Making yourself comfortable, you made sure to rub your ass down on the prominent bulge, and when you heard a low groan, you smiled, "you good, babe?" You carassd the skin of his thigh, eyes transed on the tv.

With a sickeningly sweet voice, you asked him, "Honey, you okay?" You carassd his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, sniffing. You had to not pull your hand away and let him have the moment.

Jeno looked down at you, a more evident pout as you kept ignoring him, his puppy ears —if he had ones— would be flat on his head.

Throughout the movie, you sensed him playing with your hair, making you drowsy a little, but when he whimperd softy and tugged at the sleeve of your shirt to get your attention, you turned your head, his glossy eyes immediately made you turn fully facing him.

Waiting for him to speak, you saw him looking down at his hands, fumbling with his fingers. With your index finger, you lifted his face to meet your eyes, "I thought you wanted my attention, no? Am I not giving you my attention, love?" You hummed, taking his hands before kissing his palms.

Pretty boys who get shy at asking for attention. That what he was. Your pretty boy, but he was no shy. He was frustrated that his plan didn't work. Frustrated that you're not mad. Frustrated that you didn't punish him.

Moving your legs, you straddled his lap and cupped his cheeks in your hands, "tell me what you want," you murmured, lips inches apart. feeling you rocking your hips slowly against his neglected cock, he whimperd, closing his eyes and biting on his lips to stifle a moan.

Grabbing candy from the bowl of snacks, you looked at him with a smile, "open your mouth, tongue out," blinking his tears away, you saw his eye sparkle before doing as you told him.

Letting his tongue out, you placed the candy on the tip of his tongue before smirking and sucking in it and moaning at the taste. Taking the candy down your throat, jeno tried kissing you by grabbing the back of your neck and your hips, and you let him.

Hearing him moan in your mouth when you bit his tongue, your core clenched around nothing, grinding down, jeno moaned louder againt your mouth as his lips limply carassd yours, too focused on you grinding down on him, making you pull back.

"Okay that's it. On four. Hurry," with a smile you missed to see, jeno dropped to his knees by the couch, his shorts and boxers gone by the time you sat and leaned againt the back rest.

"If you're thinking you're getting what you think you're getting, you're wrong baby boy," jeno looked at your with wide eyes, "Master, I—"

"No. You wanna be punished? Fine," stretching your leg, you pressed yoir flat foot againt his cock and ordered him to hump it, a smirk curling on your lips when he whimperd at your slow ministration.

Like a slut in heat, jeno started rocking against your foot, feeling you pressing back, he cried. He was clearly sensitive and the overstimulation made his mind go hazy, and when he looked up and saw the way you were looking down at him with a an amused smile, made his cock twitch, "my slut, look at you, rutting against my foor like bitch in heat," yanking his hair, his head jerks up and he mwels, "are you close?" He all but moaned, rocking his hips faster in desperation.

"I asked you a question and you fucking answer." You repeated more sternly. "Yes- y-yes, I'm so close..c-close, I..I–" Seeing his thighs shake, you pulled your foot away, enjoying his wide teary eyes that stared back at you "You won't get anything tonight, puppy, until you apologize for being such a brat."

Putting your foot on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your ankle, his wet lips kissing there, the tears soaking his cheeks wetting your leg, "please, I—"

Sliding your foot down, you ordered him to fuck againt your foot again, "No cumming till you learn your lesson and apologize, now hurry slut." Hearing him whimper and whine, you smiled. He won't apologize, and you know it. It's what he wanted but not what he needed.

"Crying won't get you anything. Do you think you'll get what you want by begging and pleading? Oh, darling, it's not how it works around here, and you know it." You cooed, "I've treated you so well, didn't I, puppy?" You pushed his shoulder with your foot to stop kissing you so he'd lean back on his feet and look at you.

"I've been treating you like a prince this whole time, and this is how you repay me? By being a brat? We are going to fix that attitude of yours. Remember who's in charge here."

[guardioland]

101 ways to use a cane - Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

pep guardiola university prof AU - remember how he said he wanted to be a uni prof of history

warnings : some pretty rough sexual content again | inappropriate use of a cane | teacher-student

Shuffling my feet, I grabbed on to the multitude of books that I have, hurriedly walking to my next lecture session. Glancing down while I walked, i unknowingly passed a lecturer of my university and as I was in hurry, simply said a mere “hello” as I was passing.

“You, come back” I heard a low voice with a thick spanish accent as a sense of fear travelled down my spine. I stopped in my tracks, looked up and immediately uttered mental curses in my mind. The man in front of me was none other than Professor Pep Guardiola. Wearing his typical black turtleneck, black dress pants and a pair of expensive looking shoes, Professor Guardiola’s death glare bore into mine. “that’s not the way you greet people” . Many thoughts flooded my mind as I started recalling many of the lectures I’ve had with him. Professor Guardiola was not only one of the strictest lecturers in the University, but also one of the most attractive. He had the most piercing of eyes, well defined cheekbones, a great body shape that accentuates whatever clothes he chooses to wear as well as a thick beard. Only god knows how many nights I’ve spent fantasising of how it will feel….

“You never learn do you?” His deep voice snapped me out of my own thoughts. I couldn’t help but shiver as both fear and arousal filled me swiftly.

“In my office now, im going to teach you a lesson” His voice dropped by an octave as he beckons for me to follow him into his office. I was in fucking deep shit, expecting the worse. Professor Guardiola had a thing for manners and never seemed to stop picking on my words, tone etc and I never seemed to know why. I walked in front of him, eyes glancing down at my own feet, not daring to look up or say a thing. Thoughts began filling my mind, thoughts about him. From the first day I saw the man, I thought he looked glorious. Amazing features and well dressed all the time, he was like my wettest dreams on legs. Every single time he talked I couldn’t help but think about his accent and his voice and how it’ll sound whispering dirty nothings into my ears. The more I thought, the more turned on I was. The prospect of alone time in his office was doing things to me despite the fear of punishment. As I was engrossed in my own thoughts, Professor Guardiola pushed opened his office door, and when both us were in, he slammed the door and locked it.

He bore his gaze into mine and it was as if he could read my arousal. His eyes darkened within seconds, walked over and slammed me up against the wall. His lips sucked hard on my neck, branding my soft skin with a pinkish-red mark. Now I finally knew why he could never stop picking on me. His left hand was intertwined in my hair, tugging on it roughly while the other hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt. I gasp as i felt his fingers touching my undergarments, rubbing me through the cotton. I could feel my own pussy become moist and I was dead sure he could feel the wetness through my panties. I felt my knees give way but he held me upright and against the wall in his tight relentless grasp.

It wasn’t long before he pushed the most intimate layer of clothing off and enters one of his slim finger into me, making me bite down on my bottom lip, and grip onto his top even more tighter. “god, you’re so wet for me,” he groans onto my neck before licking a long wet stripe on it and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. I kissed him back as best as I could manage with his finger moving in and out of me. I was in absolute bliss with fucking euphoria taking over my entire being. The way his fingers were pumping in and out of me made my body start to tremble as the squelching sounds filled the entire office. My hands trailed down his sides , reaching for his belt and unbuckling it nimbly. He let out a note of approval when my fingers brushed against the protruding bulge in his pants and i slid my hand into his underwear, wrapping my hand around his dick. Fuck, he’s fucking huge, I groaned mentally inside of me. My mouth goes dry instantaneously as my mind drifted to the prospect of that enormous dick inside me, thrusting into me over and over again.

My train of thoughts were broken as my catalan professor added another finger and moved them faster, his fingers curling a little to hit every spot pleasurable , making my breath quicken and my body tremble even more. I started to stroke him up and down on his shaft, trying my utter best to keep at the same pace as his fingers, my thumb swiping over the leaking head of his dick. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from his tip and I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my own lips, tasting the saltiness of him before returning to stroke him even further. His whole body shivers and he growls primally against my lips before pulling away, withdrawing his fingers, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me over to his desk. I whined from the lack of contact and the rough contact of my hips with the office table was sure to cause bruising the next day.

But professor Guardiola didn’t seem to care. He shoves me onto his table, making me bend over the edge. He leaned over me, tugging my hair out of the way. “You need punishing for you disrespect”. He growled into my ears, each word laced with his own lust and desire.

He disappears for a second to return with a long sleek cane. I bit my lips as my eyes studied the wooden cane in detail. I was a little nervous but my nerves were greatly outweighed by the amount of arousal travelling through my veins. Professor Guardiola slid his hand up my ass, lifting up my skirt as he goes, before hooking his finger inside my underwear and pulling them down quickly. I gasped as I became exposed to the cool air in the surroundings causing me to swallow with a gulp. Sensing my trepidation, he started to give me a false sense of security as he caresses my ass gently, squeezing it and then brought me back down to earth with a rough slap. I jumped slightly at the smack, but all it did was made my pussy even wetter, and a gush of lust was sent through me.

“Tell me you’re sorry for not greeting with respect” Professor Guardiola stroked the cane up the back of my thighs and across my ass with no force, but the cold wood still made me flinch. I momentarily turned my head back and there he was, rolling up his sleeves. Seeing me turn back to look at him, he pushed my face down into the cool surface of the table, pressing my face down with force. “Did I say you can fucking move” He moved the cane towards my opening, threatening to penetrate me with it.

“I…I…I…” I couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard I tried. They were stuck in my cheeks as my whole body was too consumed with lust to even phrase a proper coherent sentence. There I was, at the Catalan man’s utmost mercy, in such a shameful position, yet I was so indescribably horny that I couldn’t even speak. He raised his arm, moving the cane away from my opening and spanks me hard with the cane in one swift motion. The sensation of the cane made my ass burn and cause me cry out.

“Tell me you’re sorry.” I opened your mouth but no words wanted to come out of it. He brought his cane down with another hit causing me to yelp in pain. Another pang of lust came together with the surge of pain that the cane caused. Tears started welling up in my eyes from mixture of pain my ass felt and from how sore and neglected my pussy felt.

“Tell me.” He no longer hit me with the cane, instead bringing the cane towards my drenched opening again. The sensations were driving me fucking insane as even the light touch of the cane’s tip on my sensitive clit made my hips jolt upwards, desperate for more long lasting contact. With one motion, he moved the cane in slightly, then withdrawing. Professor Guardiola was precise on his cane, touching my walls with the long wooden cane. I could feel the wetness in between my legs increase and arousal coursing faster through me “The sooner you say sorry, the sooner I’ll fuck you.” He removed the damp cane and slicked the wetness across my ass, bringing the cane down in three consecutive hits.

“I’m sorry for not greeting you properly! I swear ill never do it again, ill bow everytime I see you I swear, please professor please, just fuck me!” It all comes out in a rush, so quickly that I don’t even mean my apology. All I wanted was some reprise, some form of contact, some pleasure and some release.

“So everytime you see me what are you supposed to say” he smirked as he held his cane up, questioning me. He fucking knew what he was doing, purposefully dragging out this entire process, pushing me to the edge.

“good morning or afternoon professor guardiola, with a bow “ I whimpered that that seems to satisfy him thank god. He released the cane as it fell to the floor with a thud and he grabs me by the waist. He turned me over, making me sit on his desk. Soon enough, his lips were back on mine, tongue wrestling my lips apart. I kissed him with the same amount of need and desperation. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed hold of his dick, now rock hard, red and swollen. It was then I realised that he was just as horny as I am as I could almost feel his thick appendage pulsating within my hands. His fingers return to my opening and inserts them in hard multiple of times before withdrawing them and putting them in my mouth, making me taste myself.

“xuclar els sucs“ he demanded in catalan. He watched with his lips parted in an obscene manner as I complied and greedily sucked on his fingers, the taste of my own saltiness filling my mouth. Professor Guardiola’s eyes darkens even further, pulling my blouse open in one fierce tug. He parted my thighs as wide as he could on his desk and pushed my hand away from his dick. Without warning he plunges deep in. I was more than ready for him, head rolling back and i moan, the feeling of him filling me too good to bear. “Professor...” I gasped out with all the coherence I had left in me. He started to thrust, pulling back his hips before pushing it forward into mine such that I could feel his hipbones grinding against mine.

His head was cocked back for a second before he pulled my head up by my hair roughly and hissed “moan my name”

“Pep ...” my moans were getting increasingly breathy as my hand slipped on his desk, crumpling papers. He was relentless with his thrusting, slamming his dick further and further into me, hitting me in spots that sent waves of pleasure surging through my body

“call me your daddy ” he demanded with a low carnal growl

“ah daddy...” I was starting to lose control of my senses. His pace quickens and i gripped onto his shoulder harder. I stared at his bottom lip for a second before darting forward and bit it hard, pulling him closer to me. He moans into my mouth and bit your lip in retaliation, making me let go a cry of curses

Professor Guardiola picked me up and shoved me flat of the table, and plunged in without warning again. This time, the change in position makes his dick enter me deeper, hitting every area pleasurable. He grabbed a handful of my hair and with every ounce of his strength, growled inhumanely “moan my fucking full name you fucking dirty whore”

“Oh josep ... oh daddy .. oh sir” I cried as I looked at the undeniably sexy lecturer with his lips parted, his eyes alight with lust and his turtleneck crumpled. He abuses my sweet spot over and over and within seconds I was on my way to a point of no return.

“Oh god josep“ I moaned twice the volume as before, back arching off the desk and my thighs quivering under his hands. He pants and moans as my walls tighten around his cock, and it only takes a few more thrusts until he pulled out and came on my stomach, streams of hot, sticky cum landing on my skin, his eyes closed and breath uneven.

“Will you great me with respect now?”

I nodded weakly, still breathless

“Oh no you won’t. A dirty whore like you would not be respectful just to have my dick”