#i accidentally drew him a little too muscular

[rorynni]

headcanon that toya has more beauty marks but we’ve just never seen them

[arminsumi]

S. Geto ★ Brother's Best Friend

Breaking the bed with your brother's best friend!

★ Requested by anon

★ Pairings : fem reader / badboy!Geto

★ Synopsis : even though he made a promise to your brother, Suguru Geto just couldn't keep his hands off of you.

★ Warnings : 18+ content, secret sex, brother's best friend trope, toys, visiting adult store, mutual m*sturbation, solo male m*sturbation, fantasies, creampie, pillow riding, sexting, wall/standing sex, mentions f*ngering, mentions bl*wjob, +++

Your brother always made sure that you and his best friend weren't alone together for too long. He totally restricted you and him from becoming friends, because he knew that neither of you two would be able to stay just friends.

Whenever Suguru had your company, he got flirtier. His mannerisms. His word choices. Compliments just spilled from his lips. He'd undress you with his eyes.

The chemistry between you two always made you squeeze your thighs together tightly.

Suguru Geto was a sorely attractive and alluring man. How could you not be turned on by him?

He had that slim-fit physique. Tattoos. A natural sultriness. That mysterious "he could be a cult leader for all I know" feeling about him.

He was also honest and spoke his mind.

"No offence," he said to you once, "But all the men you've dated are losers. All they've done is leave you with a broken heart."

You replied exactly how he'd hoped you'd reply; "I know. Do you know any better man?" you said suggestively, inching closer to him.

"I wish..." he huffed with a smile.

You pawed at his chest, "Suguru, my brother doesn't have to know about us..."

His heart beat rapidly and he felt his neck tense up.

Gently, he grabbed your hands and pried them off of his t-shirt.

"No, I made a promise to him that I wouldn't mess around with you. Okay?" he said determinedly.

Your funny little pout hurt him, because even though you tried to be comedic about his rejection he could still sense your deep sadness and desperation for him.

****

So many times during sleepovers, you had to get off on your pillow after hugging Suguru goodnight.

He was definitely being a bad boy, taking risks like hugging you when your brother was around. It earned a tense response from your brother, but Suguru quickly scurried off to the guest bedroom and acted like he did nothing.

Your bedroom was situated right next to the guest bedroom.

The walls were thin.

You could vaguely hear him grunting and throatily groaning as he pounded his fleshlight in the middle of the night.

He was most definitely being verbal on purpose, because in reality he was one of those silent type guys during sex. Suguru knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing, even when he wore those thin-fabric sweatpants that showed the outline of his huge cock snuggling against his muscular thigh. And all those times you "accidentally" walked in on him changing his shirt, he made his abs twitch and flex a little for you.

Suguru was always doing things in consideration of your horniness. He knew you had a hard time holding back, so he tested you — he tested your determination to not fuck your brother's best friend.

It was difficult to refrain from sneaking into the guest bedroom and hopping on his dick, it really was.

You rutted against the pillow and tweaked and pinched your nipples, chasing your pleasure.

The sound of slapping balls and lubed up thrusting carried through the wall as Suguru gave his fleshlight a heavy, sloppy pounding.

Suguru spiced things up and called out your name in a soft murmur, hoping you were listening.

"Mmm." you hummed back. He just barely heard it, but it made him grin naughtily.

He stopped pounding away at his toy, and drew his forearm across his forehead to wipe his sweat. He pulled out his phone and texted you.

📨 1 NEW

Suguru: i heard that. someone's wide awake 👀 You: yeah :( ur fault!! Suguru: my fault? how? 😗 You: u hugged me too tight earlier n got me worked up Suguru: haha just hugging got you horny? that's adorable You: stfu i didn't say i'm horny 🤬 Suguru: yeah right. bet you're humping ur hand listening to me rn lol You: nope Suguru: i don't believe u 🤨 u were totally listening. my fleshlight told me. it was pussy to pussy communication You: lol You: yeahh i was listening You: and squeezing my tits with both hands and riding my pillow 😇 Suguru: fuck Suguru: come over You: haha no way i'd wake up the neighborhood Suguru: dw i have ways to shut you up 😉

If your brother knew that at 1 AM that night, you snuck out and let Suguru finger you to your orgasm and gave him a blowjob, then he would have grilled both of you like meat on a barbeque.

But he never found out. Suguru held his moans in and gritted his teeth, and he covered your mouth with his big hand to stifle any noise coming out of you.

Suguru was turned on that he had this little secret with you.

Sleepovers became more anticipated. Your brother was confused sometimes, because while he liked having his best friend staying the night, Suguru was often over-enthusiastic at the idea.

"Oh I can stay the night?" it was the way his eyes lit up and his tone raised like he'd just gotten a hint about his Christmas present.

It always played out the same.

Suguru would be jerking off to you, thumbing through his favorited pictures — you know, those panty pictures and swimsuit ones that you wanted his verdict on. Well his verdict was groaning and throwing his head back and having a full-body orgasm.

If you were still awake, you'd whimper through the wall for him. He'd press himself against the cold wall and stroke his cock hard and fast until his balls bounced.

It became a thing.

Come the morning, the two of you would pretend nothing happened. But that knowing glint was always in his eyes.

****

In time, Suguru started drooling and obsessing over the idea of having sex with you. The tension between you and him had been reaching a peak.

Risky touches. Hot glances. Flirty tones. Sneaky sexting. Lingering hugs.

He took you out to the adult store under the pretense that he was just taking you shopping. Your brother let it slide, since you threw a fake temper tantrum about it until you got your way.

"You're such a spoiled princess." Suguru flirted when he pulled out of the driveway.

You giggled behind him, holding on tight as he rode off down the street, motorcycle rumbling loud.

He slung an arm around you in public and gave you kisses, thriving on the jealous looks that the two of you received from passers-by.

In the adult store, he agreed to buy you anything your heart wanted as long as you gave him proof that it was being put to good use.

Of course, he was buying you a toy that was as similar to his own cock as possible.

"And angel, don't get too attached to silicone. Nothing beats the real thing." he said.

"Oh yeah?" you batted your lashes at him.

When you batted your lashes like that, he snapped right there — the invisible restraints that kept him from breaking his promise to your brother broke.

He took you home, saw that your brother texted him will be home at 5-ish and then wasted no time before fucking your brains out right there up against the wall.

Once wasn't enough for either of you, so Suguru slipped his cock out and carried you to the bedroom.

****

"Su-su—Suguru! Not so hard! Y-you'll break the bed!" you said.

You were caged under Suguru's muscular body as he relentlessly pounded his cock into you, hitting deep spots that your newly bought toy surely wouldn't ever read — good. You'd crawl back to him for more.

"I don't care, let it break." he grunted into your ear.

He tried new angles until his cock pressured against your G-spot. You gasped and your moans quickly developed into stuttering incoherence.

"Fuck fuck fuck Suguru! Suuuguru! I'm so close, I'm gonna cum!" you screamed.

"Yeah? I'm close too, baby." he groaned. "Rub your clit faster, cum with me."

"W-we really shouldn't be doing this, mmm!" you moaned.

He smirked, "Yeah yeah, I know that turns you on more. Fucking slut. Cum with me and keep your pretty mouth shut about this."

Suguru brought you to a long orgasm. He groaned and his jaw went slack as he creampied his best friend's sister's pussy.

When he rolled off and caught his breath, he felt a small guilt but it was quickly smothered when you rolled back on top to kiss him hard.

"I think we broke the bed..." he chuckled.

"... oh. Shit." you giggled.

© arminsumi

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[keekee-23]

Unspoken Desires

A Y/N x Damian Priest Fanfiction

Warning: Smut

Summary: Damian Priest offers Y/N a place to stay during her house fumigation. She accidentally catches Damian in an intimate moment, leading to a passionate encounter that reveals their hidden feelings.

Y/N sighed as she locked the front door of her house, taking one last glance at the “Fumigation in Progress” sign staked in her front yard. She knew it was necessary, but the inconvenience of finding somewhere to stay for a few days wasn’t something she’d anticipated. Fortunately, her good friend Damian Priest had offered her a solution. He had invited her to stay at his place until the fumigation was complete. While she initially hesitated, his genuine concern and insistence had won her over.

The thought of being so close to Damian made her nervous, not because she feared for her safety—she knew he would protect her without a second thought—but because of the feelings she had been harboring for him, feelings she had kept hidden for far too long.

When she arrived at Damian’s place, she was struck by how comfortable and inviting it was. Damian’s home was a perfect reflection of him—modern, stylish, and undeniably masculine. The walls were adorned with a mixture of Batman, horror paraphilia and Asian inspired decor, and the furniture was sleek yet comfortable.

He greeted her with his usual charming smile, his tall, muscular frame leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Make yourself at home, Y/N,” Damian said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I’m really glad you decided to stay here. It’ll be nice having some company.”

Y/N returned his smile, though her heart was pounding in her chest. “Thanks, Damian. I really appreciate you letting me crash here. I didn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not imposing at all,” he assured her, his dark eyes holding hers for a moment longer than usual. “I’m happy to have you here.”

The warmth in his voice made her stomach flutter. She had always been attracted to Damian—who wouldn’t be? He was tall, tatted, handsome, and had an effortless charisma that drew people to him. But there was more to him than his looks. He was kind, thoughtful, and had a way of making her feel special, even when she was just a friend in his orbit. And now, staying under his roof, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way about her.

After Y/N settled in, Damian insisted on making dinner. He moved confidently around the kitchen, his strong hands expertly chopping vegetables and seasoning the meat. Y/N watched him from the kitchen island, admiring the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he worked.

“You’re quite the chef,” Y/N remarked, trying to distract herself from the way her body was reacting to him.

Damian chuckled, glancing at her over his shoulder. “I like to cook. It helps me unwind after a long day. Plus, it’s a great way to impress guests.”

Y/N smirked, feeling a little more at ease. “Well, consider me impressed.”

They ate together at the dining table, the atmosphere comfortable but with an undercurrent of tension that neither could ignore. They talked about everything and nothing— her job, his upcoming wrestling tours, their mutual friends, old memories—but there was something different about their conversation tonight. Damian seemed more attentive, his gaze lingering on her lips when she spoke, his hand brushing hers when he passed her the salt. Y/N felt the heat rise in her cheeks every time their eyes met.

After dinner, they moved to the living room. Damian poured them each a glass of wine, and they sat on the couch, the dim lighting creating an intimate ambiance. They continued talking, their conversation flowing easily, but Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen, something that would change everything between them.

When it was finally time to call it a night, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. The day had been surprisingly perfect, and the thought of it ending left her with a longing she couldn’t quite shake.

“Goodnight, Damian,” she said softly as he showed her to the guest room, the wine having left her feeling warm and slightly flushed.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his voice low and filled with something she couldn’t quite place. “Sleep well.”

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Her heart was still racing, her mind replaying every moment of the evening. It was as if something had shifted between them, something subtle but undeniable.

Y/N changed into her pajamas and slipped into the guest bed, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Her mind replayed the evening's events, the way Damian had looked at her, the subtle touches that sent shivers down her spine. Did he feel the same way she did? Or was she imagining things, letting her attraction to him cloud her judgment?

Sometime later, she woke up with the need to use the bathroom. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as she padded down the hallway. On her way back to the guest room, something caught her attention. Damian’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a soft light spilled into the hallway.

Curiosity got the best of her, and Y/N found herself peeking through the crack in the door. What she saw made her heart stop.

Damian was lying on his bed, his shirt discarded on the floor, his muscular chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. One hand gripped the sheets beside him, while the other was wrapped around his length, moving with steady, deliberate strokes. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what she was witnessing. But what shocked her more than anything was hearing him moan her name, his voice thick with desire.

“Y/N…”

The sound of her name falling from his lips sent a shockwave of arousal through her body. She should have turned away, given him his privacy, but she was rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of him pleasuring himself, thinking of her.

She bit her lip, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs as she watched him. The sight of Damian in such an intimate moment, his face contorted in pleasure as he whispered her name, was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. Her pulse quickened, and she felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to go to him, to be the one to satisfy the desire he was feeling.

But just as she tried to back away, her foot accidentally bumped into a small table by the wall, the sound echoing loudly in the silent hallway. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat as Damian’s eyes snapped open and locked onto hers.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Y/N’s face burned with embarrassment, her mind racing as she tried to come up with an excuse, anything to explain why she was standing there, watching him. But Damian’s expression was calm, almost amused, as if he had been expecting this all along.

Slowly, he sat up and adjusted himself. His movements were deliberate as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Y/N’s eyes were drawn to his body, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of being caught in such a compromising position. If anything, he looked pleased.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her brain was still trying to process what she had just seen, what she was still seeing. Damian’s eyes were dark with desire as he stood and slowly walked toward her, his movements predatory, like a panther stalking its prey.

Y/N’s body reacted before her mind could catch up, her heart pounding in her chest as he approached. She knew she should turn and run, retreat to the safety of the guest room, but she couldn’t move. The way he was looking at her, with such raw, unfiltered lust, made her knees weak.

When he was only a foot away, Damian reached out, his hand cupping her cheek as he gazed down at her. His touch was warm, his thumb gently stroking her skin as he tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to see that,” he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through her body. “But I’m glad you did.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. There was something in his tone, something in the way he was looking at her, that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall. Her mind was racing, trying to process what was happening, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from his body, the way his breath ghosted over her skin.

“I… I didn’t mean to—” she started, but Damian cut her off with a soft shush.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. His touch was gentle, but there was a firmness to it that made her shiver. “How long I’ve imagined this?”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his eyes, left no room for doubt. He wanted her—just as much as she wanted him.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it, but she didn’t care anymore. The truth was out, and there was no taking it back now.

Damian’s eyes darkened with desire, and before she could say another word, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Y/N melted into him, her hands coming up to clutch his shoulders as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

The kiss was everything she had imagined it would be—intense, passionate, and filled with a longing that had been building between them for so long. Damian’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made her feel cherished, desired. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl.

He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, and Y/N moaned softly into his mouth. She could feel the heat of his arousal through his boxers against her, and it only fueled her own desire. She wanted him—needed him—more than she had ever needed anyone.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed. Y/N’s heart pounded with excitement as he laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, every movement deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling with anticipation. She reached up, tracing the lines of his jaw with her fingertips, marveling at the softness of his skin beneath her touch. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Damian.”

Her confession seemed to ignite something in him. With a low growl, Damian claimed her lips once more, the kiss searing and intense. His hands were everywhere, sliding beneath her shirt to push it up and over her head, discarding it carelessly to the floor. Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands moved to her bra, deftly unclasping it before tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, his gaze raking over her exposed chest, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, and lower still. Y/N’s breath hitched as he kissed his way down to her breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease one of her hardened nipples.

Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed as Damian gently took her nipple into his mouth, sending a surge of pleasure through her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished her breasts with tender attention. His tongue teased and his lips caressed, each movement igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. Damian’s hands began to explore further, slipping under the waistband of her shorts with a deliberate, slow motion, smoothly tugging them down along with her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Once she was completely bare before him, Damian paused to drink in the sight of her. His eyes traced every curve, every inch of her exposed skin with an intensity that made Y/N’s heart race. The heat of his gaze made her skin tingle, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks under his thorough scrutiny. Yet, despite her initial shyness, the way he looked at her—with such raw, unfiltered admiration—made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Y/N's thoughts blurred, lost in the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her. The earlier embarrassment she had felt was now a distant memory, drowned out by the overwhelming desire that consumed her. All she could focus on was Damian—how incredible his touch felt, how deeply she craved him. Every caress, every kiss was like a spark to the fire burning within her, intensifying her need for him with each passing moment.

Sensing the depth of her longing, Damian's lips began to travel lower, brushing over the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His hands followed, gentle yet firm, as they continued to explore her body. He paused briefly, lifting his gaze to meet hers, his eyes dark with desire and filled with a silent question. Y/N, breathless and unable to speak, simply nodded, her consent clear in the way her body responded to his touch.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Damian leaned down, his lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Every movement, every touch, was filled with a reverence that made her feel cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by the moment.

Y/N bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as his lips moved closer to the place where she needed him most. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with anticipation as Damian continued his exploration, his mouth leaving no inch of her untouched.

When his tongue finally flicked over her sensitive core, Y/N cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Damian’s grip on her tightened, holding her in place as he delved deeper, his tongue teasing and tasting her with a skill that made her head spin.

He worked her with a precision that spoke of experience, his movements deliberate and focused. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to drive her to the edge of ecstasy. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as she lost herself in the sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure.

“Damian…” she gasped, her hands reaching for him, needing to feel him, to touch him.

Damian lifted his head, his lips glistening with her arousal as he crawled back up her body. He kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and Y/N’s desire for him only intensified. She could feel him, hard and ready against her thigh, and she wanted him inside her, needed him more than anything she had ever needed before.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with the intensity of her longing.

Damian didn’t keep her waiting long. He quickly stripped away his boxers, revealing his tatted muscular body in all its glory. Y/N’s eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the way his body seemed to radiate strength and power. And then there was the hard, thick length of him, standing proudly between his legs, a clear testament to his desire for her.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as her eyes locked onto his. Damian’s gaze was molten with need as he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another heated kiss as he guided himself to her entrance, the tip of him brushing against her wetness.

Y/N moaned softly into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as she sought to bring him closer. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body aching for him, for the fulfillment she knew only he could provide.

Damian groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as he slowly began to push inside her. He moved with a deliberate slowness, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious combination of pleasure and pressure that had Y/N gasping for breath.

When he was fully seated inside her, Damian paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both took a moment to savor the feeling of being so intimately connected. Y/N’s breath came in shallow pants as she adjusted to the size of him, her body stretching to accommodate him in a way that felt almost sinful.

“You feel so good,” Damian whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before slowly beginning to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with a smooth, controlled thrust.

Y/N moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as she gave herself over to the sensation. Every thrust was measured, deliberate, as Damian took his time, building a slow, steady rhythm that left her trembling with need. He was relentless, driving into her with a precision that made her toes curl, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating out from her core.

“Damian,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his back as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin, punctuated by the breathless moans and gasps that fell from her lips.

Damian shifted his angle slightly, his hips rolling in a way that hit just the right spot inside her, and Y/N cried out, her body arching off the bed as a powerful surge of pleasure washed over her. He was hitting all the right places, every thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/N’s world narrowed down to the feeling of Damian inside her, the heat of his body pressed against hers, the way he was driving her absolutely wild with every thrust. Her breath hitched as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her lower belly, winding tighter and tighter with every movement.

Damian could sense her nearing the edge, and he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as he sought to bring her to the peak of pleasure. His hand slid between their bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core and pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.

Y/N’s eyes flew open, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the pleasure exploded within her, a white-hot burst of ecstasy that had her entire body trembling. She clung to Damian, her nails digging into his back as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure rolling through her body. Y/N's moans filled the room, her voice raw and unrestrained as she gave herself over completely to the sensation.

Damian groaned in response, his own control fraying as he felt her walls tightening around him, pulsing with the force of her climax. The way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his, was pushing him to the edge faster than he expected. But he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He wanted to make this moment last, to savor every second of being with her like this.

He slowed his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deep and measured as he rode out her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure until she was left trembling and spent beneath him. Y/N's breath came in short, ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her release pulsed through her, her body still clinging to Damian's with a desperate need.

But Damian wasn’t done. He wasn’t satisfied with just one climax; he wanted to see her fall apart again, to hear her cry out his name as he took her to new heights of pleasure. With that thought in mind, he shifted his position slightly, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to change the angle of his thrusts.

Y/N gasped as the new angle sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt another wave of arousal build within her. Damian’s movements were more controlled now, each thrust precise and deliberate as he pushed her closer and closer to another climax. His hand found her clit once more, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had her hips bucking against him, chasing after that delicious friction.

“Damian, please,” Y/N whimpered, her voice desperate as she felt herself teetering on the edge once again. She was so close, so achingly close, and the need to fall over that edge was almost unbearable.

Damian’s eyes darkened at her plea, a growl rumbling in his chest as he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into her with a renewed intensity. He could feel his own release building, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. But he held back, determined to bring her to the brink first.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

His words were like a trigger, pushing her over the edge with a force that took her breath away. Y/N’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her second orgasm slammed into her, even more powerful than the first. Her vision blurred, and she cried out his name, her voice hoarse and trembling with the intensity of her release.

The sight of her coming undone beneath him, the feel of her tight, pulsing walls around him, was Damian’s undoing. With a guttural moan, he finally let go, his hips snapping against hers as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hitting him with a force that left him trembling. He groaned her name, his voice rough and low as he spilled into her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.

For a moment, they were both still, their bodies locked together as they rode out the last waves of their release. Y/N’s breath came in soft, ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Damian remained above her, his arms trembling slightly as he held himself up, his breath hot against her neck.

Finally, when their breathing began to slow and the room grew quiet once more, Damian gently pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they both basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Y/N snuggled into his chest, her body still humming with the remnants of pleasure as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.

They lay like that for a long time, neither of them wanting to break the comfortable silence that had settled over them. Damian’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her back, his touch soothing and tender, as if he couldn’t get enough of feeling her skin against his.

Y/N sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself relax completely in his embrace. She had never felt so at peace, so completely satisfied, as she did in that moment. Everything felt right, as if this was exactly where she was meant to be.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Damian murmured after a while, his voice soft and filled with contentment. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her voice equally soft as she nuzzled closer to him. She knew that things would be different between them now, that their relationship had shifted in a way that couldn’t be undone. But she wasn’t afraid of that change. In fact, she welcomed it.

There was no need for words in that moment. They both knew what had happened, and they both knew that it was the start of something new, something beautiful. And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that whatever came next, they would face it together.

[littlest-w01f]

Punishment

Rhysand x Reader

For @officialrhysandweek

Rhysand week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Lord of Night

Summary: You knew your mate, Rhysand could be cruel, but you didn't know just how cruel the High Lord of Night Court could be when you pushed him to do his worst by accidentally humiliating him in front of his Court of Nightmares

Cw: Yes, yes, fine, I'll go to horny jail, this is a little degranged, see y'all there :) Dark!Rhys, choking, Rhys being aggressive but you like it, oral!M receiving, restraints, orgasm control, mind control, spanking, tendrils of darkness they produce starlight as cum, don't ask, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI

You had done it. You had managed to piss Rhysand off, albeit you had managed to humiliate him a little too, but something fucked up inside of you had wanted to see how far he could punish you, how cruel he could be. And the way he was looking at you, violet eyes blown dark, already had you dripping down your legs.

As you stood in Azriel's dungeon, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn't help but notice the heat in Rhysand's gaze. The way his eyes seemed to devour you made you feel like prey being hunted. You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, alright, perhaps it wasn't arousal you sensed in him, seeing him with unfiltered rage directed at you almost made you want to backtrack on your plan to get angry fucked stupid. "I… I'm sorry, Rhys..." You whispered, trying to apologize for what you had committed. But even as you spoke, you knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

He stepped towards you, his tall, muscular frame towering over yours. His hand reached out, fingers grazing the curve of your neck before gripping firmly. "You think apologies will save you?" His voice was low, rough and barely contained anger.

Rhysand lifted you in the air by your neck, "What did you call me? I think you need to refresh your memory since you think a 'sorry' would help."

His face twisted with fury, his voice laced with venomous intent. "You called me a stupid little arrogant bat, you called you High Lord that. If it was anyone else, I would've misted them on the spot." He hissed, punctuating each syllable with a squeeze of your neck. Your body tingled with every word he spat out, every muscle in your being tensed under his touch. You felt utterly vulnerable yet strangely exhilarated. "Do you think you deserve your punishment for disrespecting your High Lord?"

Your vision blurred from how hard he gripped your neck, head spinning, but it wasn't enough to make you pass out, "Yes, my Lord."

The admission sent a surge of pleasure through Rhysand, his grip tightening even more. "That's what I thought," he growled, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He tossed you back onto the cold stone floor of the dungeon, watching you land with an almost predatory satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can earn yourself some forgiveness."

With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, and his pants followed suit, revealing his throbbing cock, erect and ready for action. "Get on your knees, little pet," he commanded, his voice a dangerous whisper.

The way he threw you hurt your lower back the second you landed your clothes disappeared, leaving you bare, but you moved to your knees fast so, as to not anger him further, and he looped his belt around your neck, pulling you closer, the moment his belt wrapped around your neck, you felt the rush of adrenaline mixed with fear. But instead of pushing you away, it drew you closer, toward his powerful thighs.

He leaned back against the wall, positioning himself comfortably while keeping a firm hold on the leather strap. "That's right… Show me just how much you love my cock, maybe I won't punish you too hard." he murmured, his tone heavy with lust and dominance.

As you started licking and sucking on his cock, you could taste his muskiness, the salty tang of his pre-cum on your tongue. Every stroke of your mouth brought a groan of pleasure from him, fueling your desire to please him better.

The sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through Rhysand's veins. Each suckle, each lick was driving him wilder. "Fuck… That's it, little pet," he moaned, his fingers digging into your scalp, guiding your movements.

His hips began to move instinctively, thrusting hard into your eager mouth. "Look at me when you suck my cock," he demanded, his violet eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw desire.

You gagged as he pushed all the way in. The sight of you choking on his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as the belt tightened around your delicate throat, only served to heighten Rhysand's arousal. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, revelling in the gagging sounds you made every time. Both of you knew, that if it got too much for you, you'd do your safe signal, or scream your safeword down his mind and Rhysand always watched out for it.

"That's a good girl," he praised, repeatedly thrusting his cock into your mouth, his voice strained with impending release. "Keep going just like that." His balls tightened, signalling his approaching climax. With a guttural groan, he held your head still and pumped his hot seed directly down your throat. "Swallow it all," he commanded breathlessly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum.

You pant, coughing a little as you try to swallow everything, you rest you head on his thigh, body curling into him in need, your cunt pulsating in pleasure and pain. It was all too much and you were loving it.

Rhysand watched intently as you struggled to catch your breath after swallowing every last drop of his release. Once you finally managed to pull yourself together, he helped you sit up, running his fingers through your dishevelled hair affectionately.

"You did so well, little pet," he praised, cupping your face tenderly and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your swollen lips, tasting himself on you. "Such a good slut for your High Lord." He grinned, his violet eyes sparkling with amusement and satisfaction. "Now, let's see about punishing you properly…"

"But you said you wouldn't..." Your eyes were wide at his words.

Rhysand chuckled, "I said I wouldn't punish you too hard, but I would do it hard enough for the lesson to land."

With that, he picked you up once again, this time carrying you over to the nearby post, you could only guess how Azriel tortured people on it. He secured your hands in place, making sure you were comfortable and stable before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

"Comfortable now, little pet?" Rhysand asked mockingly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He grabbed his belt from where it hung loosely around your neck, letting the cool leather slide between his fingers. "Time to teach you a lesson about respect."

You were sure he would spank you, or whip you, but you were taken by surprise by the tendrils of darkness that began to grow from his palms, from every corner of the room.

The tendrils of darkness snaked their way around your naked form, coiling tightly and binding your limbs in place. You were left completely exposed, vulnerable, and helpless. It was a perfect setup for Rhysand to take his revenge on you.

"Now, where were we?" he mused aloud, circling around you like a predator eyeing its prey. His hands moved to his own clothes, tugging them off quickly until he stood before you completely naked. His cock twitched eagerly, ready for round two. "For your punishment, you can't cum, sweet thing." He purred, taking hold of your mind.

You gasp and struggle, both in the physical restraint and the mental one. You were baffled that he thought you would be able to stop your climax if it hit you, but you tried to fight the pleasure of the tendrils of darkness prodding at you. You gasp as one lands a lash on your ass, Rhysand watching in amusement.

They poked aggressively at your breasts, tied around your thighs and ankles, they lifted your legs to your chest, giving Rhysand a complete view of your dripping cunt and tight ass. They curiously make their way between your legs, smacking against your skin as they go, Rhysand controlling their pace and aggression.

The tendrils teased mercilessly at your most sensitive areas, tracing the curves of your breasts, flicking across your hardened nipples, brushing feather-light along your cunt. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the desperate need for release.

"Not yet, little pet," Rhysand purred, his voice a seductive caress in your mind. "Not until I say so." He positioned himself before you, his cock pressing insistently against your soaked entrance. With one swift motion, he buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the exquisite feeling of your walls gripping him. He set a brutal pace, without waiting for you to adjust, pounding into you relentlessly as the tendrils continued their torturous assault on your body.

Your walls clenched around him instinctively, but the tendrils of darkness kept you from reaching any sort of release. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned.

As you cry out from the pleasure and pain of his pace, a thick tendril shoves itself into your mouth, effectively gagging you and a few of them play with your breasts, one finding its way to tease at your clit

The added stimulation from the tendril in your mouth and the one teasing your clit had your entire body screaming for release. But Rhysand was having none of it. He maintained a relentless pace, his cock pistoning in and out of your clenching cunt.

"Can't come, can you?" he taunted, his voice rough with lust. "Even though your body wants nothing more than to explode around my cock." His tendrils pinch and twist your nipples at his words, adding another layer of pain to the mix.

The tendril in your mouth pushed harder, forcing you to choke on your cries of pleasure. And the one tormenting your clit increased its pressure, drawing circles around your sensitive bud. "Just like that," he breathed out, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

You were sure you were going to climax, you felt yourself go over the edge, but nothing came, there was no end. Whatever Rhysand had done, had taken your ability to physically orgasm. and the thought scared you just as much as it made your cunt droll all over his cock.

"Ah figured it out, did you?" Rhysand purred, "This. Is. Your. Punishment. Sweetheart." He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, but you were incapable of orgasming.

Rhysand grinned triumphantly, reveling in the power he held over you. Your helplessness only fueled his desire, causing his cock to throb even harder inside your stretched hole.

"This is what happens when you disobey me, little pet," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. "You lose control over your own body." He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "And I get to use you however I please."

With renewed vigour, he fucked you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The tendrils of darkness continued their sadistic dance, pinching, twisting, spanking and stroking your sensitive body without mercy.

Rhysand's pace became erratic, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

"I'm going to fill you up, little pet," he gritted out, his voice strained with impending climax. "Going to mark you as mine, inside and out." With a final, brutal push, hitting against your cervix, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his hot seed flooding your depths.

As he emptied himself into you, the tendrils of darkness intensified their assault, pushing you to the very brink of insanity. You teetered on the edge, desperate for relief, but Rhysand's magic ensured you couldn't find it. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he pulled out, leaving you gaping open and dripping with his release.

The tendrils of darkness didn't relent, not even after Rhysand had finished pumping his seed into you. They filled your cunt, stretching you further and filling you with an overwhelming sense of fullness. You cried around the appendage in your mouth as Rhysand's cock was replaced by two of his tendrils.

"Such a pretty sight," Rhysand murmured, watching as his cum dripped from your glistening folds, filled with two of his tendrils, a painful stretch. He traced a finger down your flushed cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Look at you, crying from pleasure and punishment." A cruel smile played on his lips. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

It was, this was what you had wanted, for him to be as cruel as he could to you, but you hadn't expected he would take away your ability to reach your peak, just leaving you to wither from him and the tendrils he formed.

The tendrils twisted inside you, curling and writhing in a sick parody of a lover's touch, thrusting in and out of you. Rhysand revelled in your desperation, your whimpers and moans music to his ears. He circled behind you, his fingertips trailing down your spine, eliciting a shudder.

"You look stunning like this," he praised, his voice a sinful purr. "Bound, used, and utterly at my mercy." To emphasize his point, he delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound ringing out obscenely in the air. "Maybe I should keep you like this forever. My personal fucktoy, ready to be played with whenever I want."

The tendrils inside you pulsed, mimicking the rhythm of his words, pushing you ever closer to that elusive edge. The tendrils in your cunt and mouth moved in tandem, undulating and pulsing, driving you wild with need.

"You're so responsive," he growled appreciatively. "I love how easily you fall apart for me." His other hand slid down your trembling body, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing roughly. "Come for me, little bird. Show me how much you love being used."

But even as he commanded it, you remained suspended on the precipice, unable to topple over into bliss. Tears streamed freely down your face now, a combination of frustration and overwrought sensation. You needed release so badly it hurt, but Rhysand's magic prevented it, keeping you in a state of agonized ecstasy.

But strangely, his tendrils of darkness came, or that was the sensation you felt, filling your mouth and cunt up, over and over again, splattering over your body. After a few mouthfuls went down your throat, you realised it was starlight in one of its purest forms that seemed to leave the darkness, the thought had you dizy, or perhaps it was the starlight itself.

It was euphoric, the taste of it. Like a drug coursing through your body, starlight covered every inch of you, you didn't understand how they could form starlight, but you weren't enough in your own mind or body to care.

Rhysand watched with hooded eyes as starlight poured from his tendrils, coating your entire being in a shimmering sheen. He chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you drenched in celestial matter as his tendrils withdrew, not before passing you off to Rhysand with gentle care.

"What a beautiful mess you've become," he remarked, tracing a fingertip along the curve of your hip where starlight trickled down. "Filled with both my essence and the cosmos itself." He pressed his palm against your lower back. You were floating, blissfully unaware of everything but your mate, your Rhysand.

With a soft chuckle, he whispered, "You've been a wonderful girl. Taking your punishment so well." and the barrier he had cast on you seemed to leave, and your impending orgasm hit you with its entirely painful pace, as he stroked your clit to sooth over your release.

You fell into an abyss of pleasure, screaming out in ecstasy as you finally reached your long overdue orgasm, the orgasm was a punishment in itself. Wave after wave of intense bliss crashed over you, drowning out everything else. Your body convulsed, your walls clenching tightly around nothing but Rhysand's finger at your clit as you rode the high.

Rhysand watched, his expression unreadable, as you bucked and writhed against him. When your orgasm subsided, leaving you gasping for breath, he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, "Welcome back, darling. You did so good."

You could barely open your eyes, and when you did, you saw the familiar warmth of Rhysand's eyes, you tried to speak but nothing came out, so Rhysand just gently turned you up in his arms, "It's all over, my precious, I'm take you home."

Despite your exhaustion, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you were safe with Rhysand, before you passed out, you heard him whisper in an amused tone, "I didn't quite know they could produce starlight, lovely. That should do wonders for your skin and hair."

Rhysand looked down at you, marvelling at the sight of your spent body, glowing with traces of starlight.

"I must say, sweetheart," he mused aloud, "You have an uncanny ability to surprise me. First with your disobedience, then with your… Need for me to be ruthless." He smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "Perhaps we can explore those tendencies further sometime."

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[heauxvibez]

Goodnight Kiss

warning: nothing too crazy, mentions of lady parts tingling and a moan. But other than that, this is short and sweet : )

"I appreciate you taking me out tonight. That was the most fun I've had in a while," you softly smiled, feeling a giddy warmth as he walked you to your door. His smirk deepened as he glanced down, hands tucked casually into his pockets. His muscular figure towered over yours, if you hadn't known how much of a gentle giant he was, it was easy to feel intimidated.

This was your first date with Leati Joseph Anoa'i, affectionately known as Joe, the person you'd harbored a crush on since the 10th grade. Your accidental reunion at Robeks, your favorite smoothie spot, reignited those old feelings the moment you started chatting. And when he asked you out, you couldn't resist saying yes.

As the years passed, he evolved into a masterpiece, aging like the finest wine, each sip more intoxicating than the last. His once timid demeanor now exuded strength and confidence, drawing you closer with every step. His skin, now kissed by the sun, held a mesmerizing bronze hue, a far cry from the paleness of his youth. And oh, his facial hair, it contoured his face beautifully, emphasized every captivating feature. Perfect then, yes, but now, he was an embodiment of perfection beyond belief. Dressed in a sleek black suit, with a simple white T-shirt underneath, he oozed sophistication, the fabric clinging to his form, teasingly highlighting the muscles that yearned to be explored by your hands.

"I'm just glad I could bring a smile to your face, beautiful. You deserve it," he replied, his perfect smile causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. He was absurdly charming.

"Well, I should probably head inside and get ready for bed. Early start at work tomorrow," you said, extending your arms for a hug.

He embraced you tightly, a playful squeeze making you squeal with laughter and him chuckle. Pulling back just enough, he paused for a bit before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing his lips lower, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline.

Your body tensed, hands still clasped around his neck, caught in a moment of uncertainty and anticipation. The possibility of what he might do left you breathless, your first kiss looming on the horizon. Every beat of your heart echoed in the quiet space between you, something you swore he could hear.

It felt like paralysis. Every fiber of your being yearned to utter his name, to express the handful of sensations running through you, but your body betrayed you, rendered motionless, held captive by the potent spell he cast by his soft, plump lips. The feeling was both daunting and intoxicating, a thin line between fear and excitement.

He planted a sweet kiss on your nose before his fingers delicately lifted your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. There was a silent exchange in his eyes, he paused with a lick of his lips and slightly shook his head in disbelief as his eyes slowly washed over your face.

"You are so damn beautiful, you know that?" he questioned, your heart fluttered at the compliment. You were thanking God that he blessed you with your deep melanin skin because your face would be as red as a cherry tomato. He was making you so nervous, you didn't even know how to respond.

"Think so?" you softly questioned, internally face-palming at your response.

With a nod, his features softened and his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

"Know so." he responded with a breathy chuckle. Little did you know, you were taking away his breath as well.

He leaned in slowly, a hint of hesitation in his movements, silently offering you an opportunity to retreat if you wanted. But you leaned in as well, encouraging him to close the distance. His touch, initially gentle on your chin, migrated to cupping your face, while his left arm drew you nearer, enveloping you in his embrace. As his lips met yours, a wave of warmth surged through you, releasing the tension you had been holding. Your bodies melded seamlessly, and you found yourself swept away in the rhythm of the kiss. Though inexperienced, you gave in to the moment, surprised by the ease with which you followed his lead.

As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he moaned into your mouth, almost setting you ablaze. He made you want to tap out and it was only a kiss.

Sadly, you felt him slowly pull away but not without planting one last tender kiss against your lips. He still lingered close, his lips adorned with a gentle smile that spoke volumes of the connection you shared.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered against your lips.

"Goodnight.." you whispered back, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions as your high school crush had given you your first kiss.

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[innerchorus]

As requested by @lavender-100, some details about Layla's physical appearance. Some novel spoilers in this post so be warned!

We first meet her in Book 10, where she is a trainee priestess at the Temple of Ashi in the Oxus region. She is initially described as tall, well-proportioned, and wearing women's clothing that is white with blue trim. She is even taller than Farangis (and Farangis herself is described as being taller than average for a woman and a little taller than the average Parsian man). For reference, Layla is about the same height as Narsus.

Layla's hair is short, though no hair colour is mentioned. Her clothing is also short, and her long, slender, tanned arms and legs are exposed to the sun. She has a broad frame and a muscular build, and owing to her strong physique she almost looks like a young boy.

I have some illustrations to share, too!

Book 10, Layla versus Namard, illustrated by Yoshitaka Amano.

Book 11, Layla versus Alfarid, Kermine in the background. Illustration by Shinobu Tanno. You can see the silver bracelet on Layla's left arm clearly here.

Incidentally, the design of these silver bracelets given to the three girls (Parizad, Fitna and Layla) is described as being engraved with a design of a young man on the back of a bull, stabbing the bull in the head with a short sword. I'm assuming Tanaka drew his inspiration for this from tauroctony scenes.

Anyway, as you can see, in Tanno's illustration Layla's hair is white. It's possible I missed a description of her hair colour somewhere in the novels, but it's definitely not mentioned in Books 10 or 11, so I'd say it's possible this is a stylistic choice by Tanno that is intended to show the effects of Zahhak's blood on her (a form of mind-control). Since Don Ricardo's hair turned completely white after his encounter with Zahhak, I can see why Tanno might have chosen to portray Layla with white hair here, but I'll keep an eye out for actual written descriptions of her hair colours later in the novels just in case it's mentioned.

Book 12, illustration by Shinobu Tanno, Tahamenay in the process of throwing herself in front of Gieve's sword in order to protect Layla. Gieve came very close to accidentally killing Tahamenay here but thankfully Isfan's quick reactions saved her life as he deflected Gieve's blade.

Book 13, another Shinobu Tanno illustration. Layla and Ilterish get to see Zahhak for the first time. The mage is Gazdaham.

The outfit Layla wears in Book 13 is described as completely unadorned, and she's dressed like a man, with only the silver bracelet appearing out of place with her warrior's attire. Even so, it's mentioned that Jalair thinks she is very beautiful.

(In terms of height, Ilterish is about average height for a man, so Layla's actually a bit taller than him.)

[crypticbeliever123]

Drew the turtles. Tried to differentiate them a bit despite using basically the same lineart for each. Though Raph I made more muscular and Mikey I left with the chicken legs I accidentally started out with on all four brothers (I left it on him to make him lankier than the others). Donnie is covered in grease from working on his machines and Raph's plastron has cracks in it. Mikey also has freckles poking out under his mask.

As for the colors, their skin tones are meant to reflect their mask colors (ie warm tone mask=warm tone green skin) and their plastrons are all the same but the shells themselves are one of two colors I'm trying out. Not sure how I feel about Donnie's skin tone. I was going for a pale cool toned green that maybe looked a bit sickly (to indicate he spends more time in his lab than taking care of himself) but I think I picked a color that was a bit too bright.

Leo's eyes are a greenish blue color meant to reflect the sea (idk why I just think him and the sea have similar vibes). Donnie's are a deep brown because I figured one of them should have brown eyes and Donnie having a "deep" color fits his smart guy persona. Raph's eyes are radioactive green because I think it just fits his hotheadedness. And Mikey's eyes are the same shade of blue as Leo's mask because I just liked that little connection.

Any constructive feedback would be helpful as I am only starting out drawing and hoping to get better at it. Also if any TMNT artists have tips for using shape language when drawing the boys (ie what shapes for what body parts for which brother) that would be great!

[egg-emperor]

Glad I'm not the only one who hates the slimmed down Eggman art. He is EGGman. SHAPED LIKE AN EGG. Let him be big. People don't need to have ripped abs or be 99% muscle to be strong/intimidating/whatever. If they truly want a character that's super ripped and muscular, they can find a different character. Eggman is strong, eggman is fat, the fact that people can't seem to accept those both is super frustrating.

Anyway, that's my little rant. I have some strong opinions about this unfortunately underrated egg, and I'm glad to find a space where I can share them. Hope you're having a good day, take care!

Slimmed down Eggman art has always been my worst enemy lol. I'm so glad I'm not alone in my frustrations with it because it's so immensely popular. Everyone always prefers official skinnier versions over the fat ones and it's not a coincidence, they intentionally slim down classic or modern Eggman in art, or make skinny redesigns or draw him slim and buff instead. Also more people only started saying Eggman was hot when the most popular slimmer versions started existing and more people think fat Eggman ns4w is repulsive, while they say skinny sexy Eggman ns4w is hot. The fatphobia has always been extremely obvious in many ways and some don't even try to hide it and admit it openly.

I've loved fat Eggman and cared about keeping him round for as long as I've liked the series, besides Heroes, X was the first Sonic media I consumed around the same time and whenever there were simple small errors between frames where he was randomly drawn flat looking or skinny, even that bothered me. It made me draw a very chunky Eggman so I could be especially careful and make sure I never accidentally drew him too skinny and I loved it so much that it stuck as a part of my style lol. So the actual intentionally slimmed down Eggman in both official and fan content really bothers me especially when even the accidents would bother me a lot.

I'll only ever make the exception for Boom Eggman, I don't like him as much but he's still at least more faithful than Kintobor or jimbotnik in other ways. But did the whole slimming down a fat character for a redesign thing really need to happen in the first place? No. Just like how skinny characters aren't redesigned to be fat, there's no reason to slim a fat character down. Especially in Eggman's case, as it's literally the actual reason he has the goddamn name EGGman, it's not something that should just randomly be taken away for no reason when it's a core defining trait like what lmfao. Also makes me sad that any version can be liked by fatphobic morons as a result because they don't deserve any.

I can't pretend I don't hate the skinny Eggman gender swaps or younger anime boy redesigns, even all the anthro ones are skinny. Slimming down and making characters "conventionally attractive" sucks. Let them be interesting and fun instead of the most boring standards with the most generic designs. A little creativity here! I also don't like when people draw ripped skinny Eggman when they find out about his strength because fat strong people exist! He's great rep and proof he doesn't need to look like that to be strong and yet people do it anyway and I don't think it's sexy or funny or whatever. I hate when people are like "wow he actually looks strong/like a power type character now" nah, he already does exactly the way he is.

Eggman being a big strong fat man is one of the coolest most admirable things about him to me, I find it sad that a lot of the fandom don't respect it and are so fatphobic too. I'm very passionate about loving and appreciating that as he really deserves. 💜 Lol this is indeed the perfect place to share those strong Eggman opinions as I unsurprisingly have a lot too, I'm glad you find this a good place to do so. ^^

I'm having a good night thanks, I hope you're having a good day/night too!

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest. 

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically. 

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

 After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat,  “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

[chasing-classics]

Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, dubious consent

Requested: Yes, by @bokillylovesloki​

Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door.

 Part 2

 You blew the hair out of your face, managing to load the last box full of kitchen appliances onto the hardwood floor. You smiled, looking around triumphantly at your new home. It was spacious, far too big for just you, but it had been an absolute steel on the market. Once you had gotten the call from your new boss, Principal Hayes, that you had landed the job at East Highland High School as the new counselor you quickly packed your bags and jumped at the opportunity. You were fresh out of college, bright and intelligent, but still young for the job. You were saddened to leave your friends and family up North, but this job had been far too good to pass up. Now all you had from your hometown were two dozen boxes of mementos and furniture, your old yet faithful car, and a handful of missed calls from your friends/parents asking if you made it safely. You were so busy scrolling through the various texts and voicemails that you didn’t notice a lanky figure enter the doorway of your humble abode.

  ‘’Hey,’’ a deep voice caused you to gasp and nearly drop your phone onto the floor.

 You spun around to find a guy standing at the entrance of your new home, where you had stupidly left the front door wide open. Your eyes quickly analyzed him. Dark hair, brown eyes, pouty lips that were set in a cocky smirk, and a jawline that you were convinced could cut through glass. He leaned lazily against the door, his hand still held up from when he had casually been knocking against the wooden surface. He was tall, incredibly tall. He looked slightly younger than you, maybe twenty-one or even twenty-three.

 ‘’Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I live next door and noticed you were moving in, I wanted to know if you needed any help,’’ the guy chuckled a bit, eyeing your tense form. You laughed in relief, hand on your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

 ‘’I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Thank you for the kind offer, I’m Y/n, Y/n y/l/n,’’ you offered a welcoming smile, stretching out your hand to properly shake his hand. He returned the favor and the moment his massive hand took hold of yours’ it felt like icicles had been thrusted into your back.

 ‘’I’m Nate Jacobs, it’s nice to meet you y/n,’’ he smiled back. What you assumed he meant to be a reassuring smile instead filled your insides with butterflies and sent your nerves into a frenzy. He was attractive, but you could vaguely hear the alarm bells going off inside your head.

 ‘’Well thank you very much Nate, but I think I brought everything inside already,’’ you referred to the numerous boxes and wrapped up furniture that was currently littering your new living room, spilling into the kitchen.

 ‘’No problem, just let me know if you need help with anything,’’ that crooked smile was a permanent feature on his face, you quickly discovered. You nodded your thanks, moving to close the door when the power suddenly went out.

 ‘’Great, just my luck,’’ you groaned, moving to find a flashlight somewhere.

 ‘’If you want I can check your electric panel?’’ Nate’s deep voice sent shivers up your spine.

 ‘’Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble? I can call an electrician in the morning,’’ you offered, finding out that said flashlight that to your frustration was full of dead batteries. Candles it was.

 ‘’It’s no problem at all,’’ you could hear the amusement in his voice as he brushed past you to check the panel. The heat from his body filled you with a sense of longing, something primal. For a moment, you wondered what it would be like to moan out his name.

 ‘’It should be in the backyard, by the picnic table,’’ you called out, shrugging off the less-than-appropriate thoughts running wild in your imagination.

 You had successfully located a handful of candles along with a lighter. The cozy glow of the flames illuminated your house to the point you could now see where you were going without bumping into anything. Noticing that your phone battery was running low, you set it down on the counter and prayed nothing more would happen tonight. You had to be up early for the first day of school tomorrow and you didn’t aspire to look like an extra from the Walking Dead due to dark circles and lack of sleep. As you nervously tapped your foot while awaiting Nate’s return, you squealed in delight as the lights came back on. You turned your attention the French doors that led to the backyard, the smile quickly fading from your face when you saw Nate’s drenched form. You bit your lip when his blue hoodie clung to his toned form, the bulges that were his abs teasing you.

 ‘’Got a towel I can borrow?’’ Nate smirked, his hair falling into his eyes as he shook himself off.

 Your mouth still hung open as you quickly dug through a random box, successfully finding a fluffy cotton towel.

 ‘’What happened?’’ you wondered, eyes straining to remain on his face and not his muscular body.

 ‘’I turned the power back on, I must’ve accidentally reset your sprinkler system too and, well you can figure out the rest,’’ he scoffed, removing his drenched hoodie.

  Jesus Christ.

  ‘’See something you like?’’ Nate’s voice was low as he leaned down closer to you. You could feel his breath hitting the side of your face and shoulder. Your eyes instantly fell to the floor, your cheeks set aflame with embarrassment.

 ‘’Don’t look away, doll,’’ he whispered, hand gently cupping your neck to get you to meet his gaze.

 ‘’I don’t think I’m your type,’’ your voice was soft. Low, but vulnerable,  and Nate took notice.

 ‘’Because you’re a few years older? Come on y/n, we’re both more mature than that,’’ he groaned, taking one step closer to you, than another and another. Your back quickly met the wall, gasping at the rough contact.

 ‘’This isn’t right,’’ you whispered, trembling as Nate’s thumb stroked your bottom lip.

 ‘’What are you? Twenty-four?’’ Nate drew back, his thumb still pressed against your bottom lip as you nodded your head.

 ‘’So what’s a couple of years?’’ his husky voice groaned into your ear as he bent down, pressing open mouth kisses on your exposed shoulder, up the base of your neck.

 ‘’N-Nate,’’ you whimpered, clenching your fists until your knuckles turned white.

 ‘’Just give me tonight, you’re a beautiful young woman, let me show you what you do to me,’’ he grunted, rolling his hips against your clothed center. You could feel the bulge straining against his still wet jeans. He was big, you could feel it. And you were desperate for his touch.

 You craned your neck up to kiss his lips, throwing caution to the wind. It was just a few years, so what if he was just a couple of years younger? He clearly wanted you as badly as you craved him. His height, his arrogance, everything about him screamed that the age difference between the two of you wasn’t much, that you had nothing to worry about. He looked no younger than maybe twenty-one. The way he carried himself put your mind at ease. You allowed yourself to enjoy just one night with a handsome stranger.

 His kisses became rougher with each passing second, his hands running up and down your body in a frenzy. You moaned and mewled as his teeth nipped at your collarbone, your neck, and then your lip. His rough hands easily covered your breasts through your thin shirt. Your own hands stroked his bare chest and alternated from tugging his hair to clawing at his back in a teasing manner.

 ‘’I’m going to make sure you remember this,’’ he grunted, pressing his clothed erecting to your legging-cladded center, pushing it into you and further into the wall. You whimpered, kissing the column of his neck, tracing a vein that ran along the side of it with your tongue.

 You yelped when he moved away from you, dragging you toward the surface of your kitchen island. Your cheek collided with the smooth surface, hands sprayed out on either side of your head to cushion the impact. You shivered as he easily tore through the material of your shirt as if he had claws. Your skin broke out into goosebumps despite the hot later summer air.

 ‘’Look at you, all excited and needy for me and I haven’t even gotten started,’’ Nate groaned, hand pressed against the exposed small of your back, running upwards to the lacey material of your bra.

 ‘’Nate,’’ you moaned out as he began grinding himself into your backside. You could feel the heat emitting from his pants and felt the angry throbbing of his cock even through his jeans. His left hand cupped your breast underneath your bra while the right easily managed to unclasp it. You fidgeted as his fingers tweaked and rolled your sensitive bud, the other hand doing the same to the other breast. You whined as he gripped your tits, forcing you backwards to meet his thrusts as he grinded into you harder.

 ‘’Can’t wait to stretch that pretty pussy, make you ride this fat dick,’’ he grunted, tangling a hand into your hair and forcing your face upwards as he roughly kissed you. The kiss had you whining, panting for more. Your cheeks flushed as you felt the familiar sensation of your slickness coating your womanhood. You were quickly flipped around so that you were now able to look up and face Nate. His lips were red from the rough kisses, yours felt bruised and plump. He eyed your exposed tits as you slowly took off the lace bra. He easily leaned over, taking one bud into his hungry mouth as he began biting and sucking. You threw your head back, using your elbows to support your weight on top of the island, your legs trapping Nate between them.

 You stroked his hair as he fervently sucked on your sensitive nipple. You cried out each time his teeth yanked and tugged on the delicate flesh. Once he had his fill, he switched to the other and began the process all over again. You were so lost in the erotic moment that you didn’t even notice his hand make its’ way into your leggings until you felt him roughly pull your lace underwear to the side and forcefully plunged two digits into your tight canal.

 ‘’Ah! Nate, it’s too much!’’ you cried out, burying your face into his neck as he lapped at your hardened nipple.

 ‘’I’ll tell you when you’ve had too much,’’ he growled, resuming to thrust his fingers into your pussy as you whined and whimpered below him. All you could do was grasp his biceps and whine as he stretched you out to his liking. There was something completely carnal in the way he took control and used your body like an instrument. His breathing became more labored and intense as his hand sped up, the obscene squelches causing you to hide your face further every time he entered you. You both knew your release was quickly approaching from the way your pussy clenched around his index and middle finger. The way your nails dug into the skin of his arms as you moaned and squirmed under him.

 ‘’W-what?’’ you cried as he retracted his hand, Nate quickly shutting you up as he forced his fingers into your mouth. You gagged, taken back at his rough actions, moving to pull back your head in protest. Nate would have none of that.

 ‘’No, no. Be a good slut and suck on them for me,’’ he commanded, a heavy hand forcing you further onto his hand as he yanked your hair.

 You breathed through your nose, tears brimming the corners of your eyes as you tried not to choke on his slender digits. The sweet, tangy taste of your juices danced along your tongue.

 ‘’Good girl, now spit,’’ he growled, forcing his fingers deeper to the back of your throat. You coughed as saliva coated his hand, desperately trying to catch your breath the second he released you.

 You had no time to prepare yourself as he roughly picked you up, managing to shove your leggings and underwear down in one pull. He sat you on the counter as he hurriedly forced down his jeans. The hand that as coated in your saliva angrily jerked at his impressive girth. You began having second thoughts on sleeping with Nate at that point, his thickness and length alone were something to be afraid of. He was going to destroy you. You opened your mouth to protest when he forcibly grabbed your thighs, dragging them apart and pushing you down so that your bak met the cold surface of your counter.

 ‘’Scream for me, fight if you want,’’ Nate whispered before jerking your body forward, thrusting his entire cock into your cunt.

 ‘’Nate!’’ you screamed, body lurching back from the force of his thrust. You pulled and slapped at his chest as he began bucking into you, a firm hand pressed between your bouncing breasts to hold you down into place.

 ‘’Fuck, it’s so much better than I expected,’’ he moaned, jaw going slack as the sound of his balls slapping against the soft flesh of your ass echoed throughout the room. You continued to scream and claw at the counter, nails digging into the palms of your hands as your body bounced from his pounding. You had never taken a man as thick as Nate, and it hurt in the best way. You struggled against him, torn between giving into the pleasure and desperate for some space to relieve the burning feeling of your insides being stretched to accommodate him. The hand that was pressed on your chest slid down to firmly rest against your stomach.

 ‘’I can feel myself moving inside you,’’ he grunted, his cock throbbing inside your greedy cunt. You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your lips parted in complete pleasure and need.

 ‘’Harder, Nate,’’ you begged, legs now wrapped around him as your hands gripped his forearms to have something to hold onto.

 You regretted your words as his thrusts angrily sped up to the point you worried your island would collapse from under you. A hand gripped your throat as he dragged your body back and forth to meet his brutal thrusts. You were a symphony of moans, cries, and nearly animalistic noises as he fucked into you. It felt like he was splitting you open with his cock, but it was one of the most divine feelings you had ever experienced in your lifetime. Lips crashed against yours as he forced one of your legs higher around him, the new position allowing him to his that sweet, sensitive spot inside the depths of your core.

 ‘’I’m going to cum,’’ you moaned out clawing at his shoulders as you gripped him in every sense of the word.

 ‘’Cum on my cock, baby. Milk me,’’ he snarled, hips snapping and bucking wildly.

 One particularly sharp thrust triggered your release as you moaned Nate’s name, quivering under him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your entire being. Nate’s thrusts slowed down only slightly to admire the view of your juices coating his member, the tightness in his balls alerting him of his own release. He gripped your jaw in his hand, forcing you to keep your eyes solely on him as his thick release painted the walls of your cunt. His breathing was hot, fanning your face as a thin sheet of sweet coated both of your bodies. For a moment, you just laid there as his dick continue to shoot cum deep inside of you.

 ‘’That was amazing,’’ your voice was hoarse, lips trailing along his jaw as he smirked above you.

 ‘’I’m not done yet,’’ he replied, taking you into his arms and leading you to your couch in the living room. He dropped your sore body onto the cushiony surface, towering over you as his dick stood proudly once more, your combined juices still coating it. His eyes fell onto your exposed pussy, where his cum began seeping out your abused hole.

 ‘’Get on your knees, turn around, and hold onto the back of the couch,’’ he growled, his cock bobbing.

 You hesitated, resulting in Nate forcefully turning you over himself, as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll. Your hands gripped the back of the couch as he kneed your legs apart. The air left your lungs as he buried himself to the hilt once more before he began rutting into you.

  By the time you awoke you hardly had anytime to get ready. You searched your memory for a moment before you realized you had passed out after Nate took you from behind for the third time last night. You hardly had anytime to shower and look presentable before dashing out the door lest you be late for your new job. You winced with every step you took, although you tried to pass it off as a smile to your new colleagues. You wondered if after work you should stop by Nate’s house, or if it had been a one-night stand. Either way, he was probably at his own job by now. If he wanted to see you again, he knew where to find you.

 You sighed in content as you sat down at your desk in your very own office. You smiled at your golden name plate and a welcoming plate of cookies left by the ladies who worked at the front office. A knocking interrupted your thoughts.

 ‘’Ah, Principal Hayes, good morning,’’ you beamed, pushing yourself to stand up and shake your employers hand.

 ‘’Ms. y/l/n I hope the office is to your liking?’’ Hayes grinned, shaking your hands in a firm but welcoming grip.

 ‘’It’s more than enough, truly, thank you,’’ you smiled.

 ‘’Terrific, I hope you don’t mind but one of our students wanted to welcome you to the campus.’’

 ‘’How sweet! Of course,’’ you smiled warmly.

 Your warm smile was shattered and the air was knocked out of you the minute the figure walked through your office door. Nate Jacobs.

 ‘’Hi, I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Nate Jacobs, welcome toe East High,’’ he smirked, reaching out his hand to shake. The same hand that a few hours ago had been finger banging you on your kitchen counter. The same hand that had wrapped around your neck as he came inside you. Nate fucking Jacobs.

 ‘’H-hi. I’m Ms. y/l/n,’’ you stuttered out, a cold sweat falling over you.

 ‘’Well I’ll let you do your thing, don’t be late for class, Nathan,’’ Hayes bid his farewells and before you could protest, was out the door. You turned your attention to Nate, eyes narrowed and lips in a firm line.

 ‘’What the fuc-‘’

 ‘’I’d watch your mouth if I were you, Ms. y/l/n. Wouldn’t want a pretty face like yours to end up behind bars. Dirty sluts like you don’t do well in jail. Especially if you’re locked up for sex with a minor. Pretty sure that’s statutory rape,’’ he grinned that evil Cheshire cat grin.

 You suddenly felt extremely nauseous.

‘’Y-y-you said you were just a few years younger,’’ you whispered, taking a step back as he stalked towards you. Out of instinct you closed your eyes when you felt his breath on your neck, hands sliding to rest on your hips.

 ‘’I didn’t lie. I am younger. You should’ve asked for specifics,’’ he whispered, one hand cupping your ass through your skirt. You pushed him off of you, devastated and terrified and disgusted all at once.

 ‘’What kind of game are you playing?’’ you snarled. The same grin was stuck on his devilish face.

 ‘’No games. Those are for children. I’m going to tell it to you straight; anytime I say so, you get on your knees for me. Whether I want you to blow me after a football game in the locker room, or bend your legs over my shoulders as I rail you in the backseat of my truck, no matter where or when. If I want you, I get you.’’

 You felt the tears begin to build up in your eyes as a shaky hand pressed against your mouth to muffle any cries that dare trickle out.

 ‘’Why are you doing this?’’ you sniffled, shaking as his hands roamed your body.

 ‘’I wanted you, so I did what I had to, to get you. And now-,’’ he bent forward to kiss the corner of your mouth.

 ‘’I own you.’’

[isthataneren]

phonophobia ~ scenario

a/n: this phobia sucks. so I naturally thought to make a scenario for it lol

∫ pairing: bakugou x reader

∫ warnings: triggered by loud sound, crying, fluff 

∫ word count: 1k+

Was this a stupid idea? Yeah. Did you regret it? Nope Yes. Currently you were sitting on the sofa in the common room after having agreed with Mina that everyone should get together to watch a horror movie since it was spooky month. It wasn’t even halfway through the movie and you were already resisting the urge to tug your blanket over your head so you didn’t have to watch the ensuing jump scares that were bound to happen.  

Did you forget to mention that you were terrified of scary movies? Well, terrified may be a little too dramatic. But you hate loud noise, so pop out parts always threw you for a loop. Do you cry? Do you vault over the couch and run away? Maybe throw your blanket over the TV? The possibilities were endless; though, you kind of hoped not to do the first option, since you were sitting right next to Bakugou, and you definitely did not want to subject him to the horror that is your crying face.  

Surprisingly everyone turned up to Mina’s little impromptu Halloween movie night. You were sure at least Iida would have skipped out but he’s as dutiful as ever, claiming that it was his job as class president to attend all class get togethers. At least that’s what you thought he said. You stopped listening half-way through his enthusiastic speech. Even more surprisingly is that Bakugou agreed to join in. You had a sneaking suspicion he was just here to enjoy the fear in his classmates and the gore of the movie but what did you care? Other than the fact that you like him but we don’t need to talk about that.

The couch was full as well as the floor. You were sat between Kaminari and Bakugou, who was at the end of the couch. Since the start of the movie, everyone has been inching closer together in fear. You included, though you didn’t notice it was Bakugou that you were scooting closer to. That was until a jump scare came up and you jerked, accidentally bumping his shoulder. Quickly looking at him you hastened out an apology before scooting away as best you could. He just grunted in reply before turning back to the movie.  

Your face heated up in embarrassment before the movie drew you back in until the next jump scare. How in the hell can people watch this without getting scared? Well, Todoroki seemed to be managing just fine, you thought dryly. His eyes were watching the screen but his facial expression never changed from his normal one that he always had on. He must be superhuman. Even though technically he is. Actually, you all were. So, you couldn’t really use that as an excuse now that you think about it.  

Shaking your head to rid your thoughts you glanced at some of the others in the room to see how they were faring. Mina and Kiri were squished together, the latter's face hiding slightly behind Mina’s head. An amused grin danced across your lips at the couple. Your grin dropped when you spotted Mineta trying to press up against Asui, though it quickly returned when she shoved him away, right into Shoji, who proceeded to pick him up and toss him out of the room. Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka were also sitting close together. Iida tried to keep a straight face but you could see the fear hidden behind his façade. Sero and Kaminari were holding onto each other for dear life. You snorted softly at the spectacle. Finally, you worked up the courage to look to your side at resident boom boy. As you turned your head you almost immediately whipped it back around, wide eyes returning to the movie. Bakugou had been looking right at you when you made eye contact. Dear lord, why? Why must you keep embarrassing yourself like this? Oh boy if only you knew.

As you let yourself relax after your ridiculous reaction you stayed attentive to the movie from then on, not noticing the red eyes that would occasionally glance your way. As the story got more intense you found yourself completely immersed. So immersed, in fact, that you didn’t see the next jump scare coming, and when it did ~whew~ it reminded you of why you didn’t do this type of thing in the first place.  

Screams burst out from various classmates, some pouncing onto the people next to them. This particular scene was paired with an extremely loud and sudden BANG sound. Said sound causes you to leap back into your seat, curling up slightly as tears formed unwillingly in your eyes. The noise was prolonged, so you covered your ears as tears started trailing down your face. It felt like your heart was trying to beat right out of your body. This is such an annoying fear, you thought angrily as tears still continued to pour from your eyes. 

Not even a second later you felt muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you into a lap. Your eyes popped open in shock, jerking your head up to meet a pair of red eyes. Bakugou was looking at you with concern, though he also looked kind of angry so you may be wrong. Wait, what are you even thinking right now? He just pulled you onto his lap!

He reached up and wiped your tears, albeit a little aggressively, before tugging your head and smushing it against his chest. Honestly, you’re okay with not receiving oxygen. Who needs it anyways? You finally registered that you were still crying. It usually takes a couple of minutes for the effects of the fear to wear off enough for you to stop so you decided to just roll with it. In a moment of bravery, you curled up in Bakugou’s lap, wrapping your arms tightly around the arm that was previously used to smash your face against his rock-hard chest. What was this guy's routine? He tensed beneath you but relaxed after a couple of seconds, bringing his other hand up to awkwardly pat your head. You would have laughed if you still weren’t feeling the adrenaline.  

After your tears subsided and you fully relaxed against Bakugou, you pulled away to look at him.  

“Thank you.”  

Your voice was no more than a whisper, so only he would hear it. Surprisingly, you didn’t seem to disturb anybody with your crying. Well, the movie was up pretty loud.  

His eyes searched yours before looking away, what looked like a blush darkening his cheeks.  

“Don’t worry about it.”

You felt a tap on your leg. Turning, you saw that it was Mina that had tapped you. Kiri was also watching the exchange. Tilting your head, you gave her a questioning stare.  

She looked guilty as she whispered, “I’m sorry! I forgot to warn you about this part.”

So, someone did notice. You smile softly at her.

“Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Her eyes flitted to Bakugou before meeting yours again. This time her voice was slightly teasing.

“Yes, I can see that.”  

Giggling, she turned back to the movie, shuffling closer to Kiri as he flashed you a gentle smile before he turned back to the movie as well.  

Huffing out a quiet laugh you turn back to Bakugou, making a move to get off of his lap. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just move.”

Before you could move any further, Bakugou’s arms wrapped around you again, this time keeping you in his lap.  

“S’fine.”

You looked up at him in surprise. This time he met your stare without turning away, though he was still blushing.  

“You sure?”

He just raised an eyebrow at you, his look saying everything.

“Right, yeah, you’re sure.”

Without another word you curled up in his lap again, his arms staying wrapped around you. This time he was less tense about the affection. He even went so far as to start rubbing your back softly every once and awhile. 

You decided that despite what just happened, you would still watch the movie since the plot was actually interesting. This time you just used Bakugou as a personal shield when the pop out parts showed up, peeking out from behind his arm that you brought up to cover your face. His beefy arm worked great for a face cover. Who knew?  

[fenheart87]

Sprint Challenge: 3.31.21

I am aware this is a day late but it's finally done!

"Dude, how did you mess this up?!"

 "I did everything you told me to!"

 "Bro, obviously not! Now we have a sleeping beauty who didn't consent nor a way to wake her up! Our grades are gone and maybe our magical career period! We don't even know if she's a witch or a human!" Nino's voice rose with his stress to a higher pitch, hands clutching his short curls, his hat long forgotten on the floor when he first entered the room. 

"I know this Nino!"

 "Adrien. Dude, bro I need you to think very carefully and tell me what you used for this potion."

 "I don’t remember the exact order but I wrote down most of it on this paper. I used all the ingredients listed, like you told me to." The blonde pulled the page from his spell journal where it was tucked and passed it over for observation.

 "Okay well half of these would kill a human, vampire or any type of sea related being. So she's magical somehow at least."

“Because that makes me feel better…” The wind based wizard muttered.

“It should! It means she’s sleeping and not dead, you dummy!” The childish insult slipped out before he could help it and the blonde drew back as if he’d been slapped.

“I’m the dummy? You’re not much better if you can’t reverse the spell you gave me!” Adrien snapped, moving from his seated position to start pacing as the stress was finally hitting him. Even Plagg, his familiar, seemed to be judging his newest failure.

“Dude, chillax. I promise we can fix this, it’s just going to take some time… Hopefully no one puts up a missing poster.” The Earth affiliated wizard-to-be moved from the couch where the young woman slept and started to pull together the ingredients used.

“Nino! Seriously?!” 

“Adrien, I got you. It will be fine, now I need your help to recreate this potion so I can figure out a reverse or cure depending on its… Potency.”

Adrien grumbled but made his way over to the workbench, picking up Plagg from the back of the couch on his way. Using the hand written instructions they measured out the ingredients and consulted other books on the different effects mixing the ingredients would have. In the midst of their research a knock sounded at the door. Nino left his blonde friend to answer the door. Pulling the heavy oak open revealed another teen slightly taller and muscular, his hair was a contrast to his dark robes being black faded to teal tips. His hand were raised and empty to show he was non-threatening.

"Hi, I have a somewhat awkward question but I'm looking for someone and hoping you may have seen her? On the petite side, blue black hair in pigtails and wears a ladybug cloak?"

"Sorry can't say that we have, what's her name? We can keep a look out for you."

"That'd be great." The stranger smiled.

"Hey I found something that could help." Adrien piped up from the work table,  drawing the other males attention inward.

"Oh thank God you brought her inside."

Now they were both concerned and eyeing the newcomer with suspicion. Between the two, being an air and earth affinity that knew each other from boyhood, they had countless hours of spellcasting and mock fighting techniques that were being geared up to use against this stranger.

“Ah, that didn’t come out right. Her name is Marinette and her familiar Tikki has been looking for her all day. Usually she’s too busy taking care of everyone else that she forgets herself and well, falls into a mild coma to recover. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her fall asleep this deeply though....”

“So uh, my dude…” Nino carefully spoke, shifting slightly so his wand was easier to reach.

“Luka, you might know Juleka? She’s my little sister.”

“Oh, we have potions class together! Juleka never said anything about a brother though.”

“We’re always around each other so no need to miss or talk about each other. So where did you find Sleeping Beauty? Last I knew she was sketching for Mendelvie’s class.”

“Uh, well…” Adrien shared a look with his best friend and decided to come clean with a sheepish countenance. “Funny story, I was making a potion for class and found the last ingredient I needed near where Marinette was sketching… She asked for something to drink and I gave her the wrong jar…”

"Well whatever you put in it definitely worked to get her to sleep but she's not under a sleeping spell. This is for Bustier's test right?" Nino nodded and let Luka in the room, closing the door behind him. "So the version she wants you to make is the hardest version out there and almost no one can make it. Which is the point, it's a test to your abilities to see what your second affinity could be or help pick a specialization. May I see the ingredient list?"

"Sure. So what year are you?" Nino shuffled the ingredients list over and went back to the Wildflowers of the Forest tome to compare.

"Third year, my apprenticeship starts soon." Luka glanced over the ingredients list and paused noticeably, scanning the ingredients on the table. "Are these the exact ingredients you used? Everything looks and smells the same?"

"Yeah, everything's here." Adrien double checked each jar and sprig, only hesitating on the belladonna blossoms. "I used pink ones instead of the purple."

"You sir, are a very lucky accidental genius." The older wizard sighed and the tension seemed to finally melt away. "Your mix up saved her life and created a sleep tonic. Marinette is half Naga and that much belladonna apparently helps her sleep because she has venom sacs that are potent enough to absorb the deadly part."

"We don't need to tell Ms. Bustier do we?" The wind wizard asked nervously. 

"Probably, there are other Naga students and I know several other reptile species that could benefit from it. Also incase of a sneak attack the chance to study cures would be invaluable." Luka clapped a gentle hand on each of their shoulders before moving to pick up the still sleeping student. As Marinette yawned she exposed her fangs that were bared as a defense while in her sleeping state, her tongue flickering along Luka's jaw to bury her face in his crook of his shoulder.

"That's kind of creepy but cool…" Nino remarked, starting to clear up the research mess.

"It helps that she knows me, Nagas much like their snake counterparts can taste the air to smell."

"Oh my Gods, Adrien dude! You should totally get with Kagami!"

"What?" The blond was looking at the other like he was crazy with his outburst.

"She's a Naga, they taste air, yanno wind? The only thing that's between your ears?"

"Did you just-" Adrien turned towards Luka who politely coughed carefully to hide his laugh and not wake up the still slumbering girl. "Did he just call me an airhead?!"

"Well I'll leave you to it, let me know if you need anything. Jules knows how to find me." With that parting remark he left the squabbling younger wizards to clean up and compile a report for their grade. With a quick glance around, the wizard opened a secret passageway and took it as a shortcut to near where Marinette's rooms were.

"Mm, my mate… warm and safe, good mate…" Marinette murmured in her sleep and it took everything in Luka to not drop the sleeping girl like she just dropped that bombshell. That was something to unpack at a much later date and when the mixed Naga was awake.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(A little more Everybody Lives au, set a little after the Eri Rescue I drew the other day)

"So...did you really take his quirk?"

Tenko scratched the scar over his eye and looked away. "Yeah."

Izuku's fingers twitched as though he was itching to grab his notebook and write everything down. But he knew he couldn't. Nana had warned them not to trust the Commission blindly, and Toshinori didn't want people to judge Tenko unfairly.

"So...how many do you have now?" he asked.

Tenko dangled his feet over the edge of the roof and kicked back and forth for a few seconds before answering. "Six. I'm at my limit now. Inventory's full until I drop some gear."

[[MORE]]

Izuku hummed thoughtfully and sat down beside the older boy. "Sir Nighteye-" he began, but was interrupted by Tenko.

"-is going to stay far far away from you and Uncle T, unless he wants Gram to come tear him a new one for trying to control Uncle and steal your quirk."

"He wasn't trying to steal-"

"Yes he was." Tenko glowered at Izuku. "Just because he wanted it for someone else doesn't mean he wasn't trying to take something that never belonged to him."

Izuku fell silent. He'd known the couple days at that agency were unpleasant, but that put it into a new perspective.

It was a long time before he remembered what he had been planning to say before.

"Hey, Shimura?" he asked tentatively.

"Shimura is my grandmother," Tenko answered with a snort, "Call me Tenko."

Izuku twitched slightly, but obliged. "Uh...Tenko...right. I was just remembering what Sir Nighteye said about the Overhaul quirk. How people who fought Chisaki had gaps in their memories, but all physical ailments were gone. Do...do you know why?"

Tenko slowly flexed his fingers and nodded. "Yeah. It's pretty cool. I've been practicing on furniture. You touch something and you can either disassemble it and leave it like that, or follow through and restore it to mint condition."

Izuku thought of several collectibles that Katsuki had deliberately destroyed when they were children, and wondered if he could convince All Might's "nephew from I-Island" to fix them. Was that a frivolous use of a quirk? It might be, but Tenko didn't seem like the kind of guy who would mind. Much like Shigaraki, he seemed to view many things as games.

"So you can use it on humans? You could repair..." Izuku tried unsuccessfully to be subtle. "Say, a missing lung?"

Tenko stopped kicking his feet and turned a solemn look on the highschooler. "I'm not using Overhaul on Uncle without his consent," he said firmly. "I can do small stuff without disassembling a whole person-" he pointedly neglected to tell Izuku about accidentally crushing his hand in a train door that weekend- "But for something like a vital organ, I might have to pretty much start from scratch."

He grimaced and began tying his long hair up into a knot. "Frankly, kid, even if it could restore him to perfect health, it won't bring back You Know What. And he could refuse anyway. I mean, I haven't Overhauled a whole person, but I'm pretty sure it involves being medically dead for a couple seconds. And going by what repairing a hand looks like, it would be too gruesome to describe."

Izuku jolted next to him. Too gruesome to describe? Technically dead? Perhaps this was how they were going to twist fate! But what if it didn't work? They needed to test it, first.

"Could you Overhaul my arm?" Izuku asked, "You know, like as a test?"

He rolled up his sleeve and slid off the compression sleeve he kept there. Tenko squinted at the thick scar tissue and whistled low.

"This school is seventy one lawsuits waiting to happen, I swear. What happened here? Explodo-boy?"

"I got stuck in the woods with a villain named Muscular and had to channel over 100% of the quirk through this arm," Izuku explained sheepishly. "I know I risk paralysis if I do it again, but it was that or death."

"Big yikes." Tenko lifted Izuku's arm cautiously. "I think you made the right call in a bad situation, but geez. I remember that guy from my timeline. Let's not tell Gram you fought him, okay? She'll turn into Hover Grandma."

Izuku had never had a grandmother who hovered over him before. His mother hovered sometimes, but considering how many people tried to hurt him over the last ten years, he could begrudgingly admit that she had a reason to.

"So can you practice on the tendons?" Izuku asked.

"Um. I can try."

Ten minutes later, Toshinori was headed up the stairs to find the boys. It was almost lights-out in the dorms, and he didn't want Aizawa to fuss at Izuku for being out late. He had just reached the door to the roof when he caught the tail end of an alarming conversation.

"-scar is still there, sorry." That was Young Shimura.

"It's fine, really! It doesn't hurt to bend my arm now! But...what should we do about the blood?"

The what now?!

Toshinori opened the door quickly and both boys jumped like guilty things. Tenko's hands were still hovering over Izuku's arm, and the rooftop beneath them was spattered in blood. Despite this, neither of them appeared to be injured in any way. If anything, Izuku's scar looked like a slightly healthier color.

"What-?" was all Toshinori managed.

"Er..." Izuku and Tenko exchanged glances. "There's a reasonable explanation for this."

[svgurl410]

for Smallville clois :) 5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

Thanks for asking! You have no idea how badly i wanted to do a red k summer fic but i cannot get red k Clark's voice down at all lol

Send me a ship a a number

"I don't usually do this," Clark murmured, in between kisses, pinning her against the elevator wall of her apartment building.

Lois let out a giggle that turned into a moan, as his lips found a particular sensitive spot on her neck. "That's supposed to be my line," she pointed out, fingers running through dark hair to pull him closer.

"Sorry?" He lifted his head offered a cheeky grin that would be smarmy on anyone else, but just made him that much more endearing. He was really handsome- a tall muscular figure with dark hair and blue-green eyes. Lois had been drawn to him from the moment she had seen him across the bar. More so by the way that he had been keeping to himself for most of the evening, polite rejections to all those that approached him.

But when she let him catch her staring, he didn't look away from her, a small inviting smile that drew her close.

Very close. Hours of flirting (and a little liquid courage) had her inviting him to her place, and after taking a moment to make sure she was still in her right mind, he had agreed.

So far she had zero regrets. That mouth was going to cause her a lot of problems, and, she was hoping, a lot of pleasure.

"I'm sure you can find a way to make it up to me," she said suggestively, pulling him out, as the elevator doors opened, finally on her floor.

He followed her willingly, letting her drag him to her apartment and inside with ease, despite having the height and weight advantage. The door had barely closed before she was kissing him again, and he didn't seem to have any problem with that.

Clark picked her up, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his body, as they walked toward her bedroom. How he was able to figure out where it was, she didn't know and didn't care to ask, too busy losing herself in his kisses, already annoyed that they still had clothes on.

Which changed as soon as they entered her bedroom, his hands drifting to the zipper of her dress, as she worked on getting his shirt off, accidentally snapping a button or two off in her haste. His deep chuckle (a sound she really liked) resided deep within and clearly was proof he didn't mind. And as they fell on the bed, she wasn't doing much thinking at all.

And he was good, really good, and Lois found out that his mouth was good for more than just kissing.

She was almost regretful to see him leave the following morning, especially since he was kind enough to make them breakfast, before he headed out. But he had revealed early in their conversation the previous evening that he was leaving to Europe in a few days and Lois was staring a new job soon so neither of them was in a place for a relationship.

Which was fine. At least she had one really great night.

A month later, after multiple days of waking up sick and finally resigned to the fact it wasn't something she ate, Lois wasn't so grateful when she was looking at a positive pregnancy strip. The third of the five she had bought. All saying the same thing: pregnant.

Then she was cursing his name for a whole different reason.

[greenbriar-j]

5 times the prince crashed the bookstore

and the 1 time the owner(’s grandson) broke into the palace

-

One.

             The first time was an accident. Sort of. Not really.

             Prince Gabriel did need to buy new ink and maybe a new journal to replace the one Gunther accidentally threw into the fountain the last time Gabe escaped the palace. If he was so pressed, though, he could’ve asked one of his attendants to buy it for him.

             So, yeah, it was kind of an accident. Gabriel donned his “commoner” attire, hiding his immediately recognizable curls under a cap. The clothes he wore were bland, but he had the kind of figure that made every outfit stand out. He snuck out through the window, running to the bookstore to get as much time away from his princely duties as possible.

             It was so boring, all of it. The paperwork, the meetings, the girls.

             Full confession: Prince Gabriel loved girls. Adored them. Thought they were the neatest thing to be placed on the planet. He loved the neighboring princesses, their mother queens, the female attendants – he loved women. He could not for a second imagine kissing any of them.

             Kissing Gunther? That, he’d imagined several times before the guard had caught on and assigned him even more paperwork. Fucking Gunther.

             Not, Gabe grimaced, pushing open the door to the bookstore, fucking Gunther. Stop thinking about fucking Gunther. About fucking. In general. … You’re a disgrace of a prince. At least you’re not responsible for producing an heir.

             Because he was the second prince. Because he was responsible for many things, actually, while also not being responsible for a thing at all.

             “Welcome to Vanilla Pages, how can I help you today?”

             The prince’s head whipped to the sound of the voice. It was not the voice he expected to hear, the almost frail, ever-loving voice of the old Asian lady who’d always been here the last few times he came. This voice was rich, masculine, deep – and, oh, the prince was very, very gay for it.

             “Uh,” he said intelligently. “You’re new.”

             The man smiled at him. “I’m not. I’ve worked here every summer since I was ten. Granny gets a little faint in the summer. The heat and all.” A beautiful hand waved in a beautiful, dismissive gesture.

             Gabe had one thought, and it was this: He himself was feeling a little faint this summer. Somehow, behind the broad shoulders filling out the loose shirt, the scruffy ponytail, the calm yet twinkling eyes, the man was undoubtedly a big teddy bear. “Ah,” he said, again the pinnacle of intelligence towering over his whole kingdom. “What’s your name?”

             “It’s impolite to ask for someone’s name without giving yours first,” the man prompts. “Your Highness.”

             Your-? “The disguise is that bad?”

             “If I say so, will it end in a death sentence?”

             Fuck, fuck, fuck. That smile is unfair. What the fuck. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

             “Then yes, it sucks. The name’s Phuong.”

             “Oh, word? Good name.” I did not just say that. Who responds to introductions with oh, word?

             Gabe could not stand to make any more of a scene. This was fun. It was also very embarrassing. He grabbed a journal without really examining it, checking out and running across the street to the bakery.

             Gunther picked him up there after his own round of flirting with the baker’s daughter. There would probably be a wedding soon. Depending. The guard seemed surprised that the prince turned up on his own, but the prince thought nothing of it. He thought nothing at all.

             Not about the name Phuong.

             Not about those broad shoulders and muscular arms left on full display. The wide, toothy grin.

             Not anything at all.

 Two.

             The second time was a detour.

             “Gabe, I mean this in the most respectful way, but if you do not finish writing a birthday card to the prince of [other kingdom, idk], we will be having a war council within the month.”

             “Gunther, he can’t even read. Why does it matter?” Tossing his head back and stretching his legs out, he acted like the brat he only was for Gunther.

             The guard delivered a withering glare without adjusting his rigid stance. Even the prince has to admit that Gunther seemed to be experiencing physical repercussions for his job. In just a month, the prince had aged his friend by a year, or so it seemed.

             Reluctantly, Gabe held in every protest dangling on the edge of his tongue and penned a birthday note to the two year old prince. “We have to deliver this in person?”

             “Yes.”

             Gabe groaned. He could not think of a prospect he hated more. In a month, he had not managed to gather enough poise to revisit his beloved Phuong at the bookstore. He merely whimpered the name in his sleep, according to an unusually smug Gunter. And now, to be separated by this meaningless trek?

             “To the post, Gabe. Not to [neighboring kingdom].”

             Ever the model prince, Gabriel drew himself upright immediately. “The post, you say,” he repeated regally. “The one three streets away from the bookstore.”

             “That’s the one.” His guard, his best friend, smiled tightly. “I intend to propose along the way, and your stringing this out is not helping my nerves.”

             His royal eyes wider than saucers, Gabe ruffled all of his curls in distress and excitement. “Propose! Why didn’t you say so, you big baboon?”

             “You were sulking, Highness.” Gunther’s smile is wry, only a little amused.

             “I most certainly was not. Agh, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”

             In his rush, he sustained more injury to his hands that day than he had in the past year.

 -

             “So…” Phuong glanced at Gabe’s hands, a quick flicker of dark brown eyes. “What happened to your hands?”

             Prince Gabriel hid the offending bandaged digits behind his back. “A mishap while writing the world’s most useless letter.”

             “Oh?”

             “Its recipient can’t even read. OH!” Without thinking, Gabe grabbed at Phuong’s shirt, tugging in his hasty excitement. “He’s doing it, he’s-!”

             He turned, only to find his face alarmingly close to Phuong’s. Why was the other man looking at him anyway? Did it matter?

             The moment was broken too soon by a holler across the street. “GABE! SHE SAID YES!”

             “OF COURSE SHE DID, YOU BABOON!” He fired back, pretending not to feel the heat rising inside him from the sudden close proximity. “He’s going to look so hot at his wedding,” Gabe muttered dreamily, still clinging with bandaged fingertips to Phuong’s shirt.

             “I have something for you,” Phuong said suddenly. “I wasn’t sure when you would come back, but I have something.”

             It was the best news the prince had heard all day. Seeing Phuong while getting his work done and receiving a gift? Only the gods could provide such a setup.

             He was right, for once, that it was too good to be true. Phuong deposited a box of fanmail in the prince’s arms and turned away without a word.

 Three.

             The third time was a disaster.

             “Did you read them?” Phuong asked after the initial pleasantries had been exchanged.

             “The letters?” Gabe leaned on the counter. “Burned them.” He grinned, but back-pedaled when the joke falls flat.

             Phuong swallowed, then busied himself wiping down the counter. “You burned them?”

             “If I read every piece of fanmail I ever got, I wouldn’t survive, Phuong.”

             “I see. I suppose- No, never mind.”

             While he hadn’t burned them, Gabe hadn’t read them either. He had no reason to read confessions of love from women who didn’t stand a chance with him because 1) he didn’t like women like that and 2) he only had a certain pool of suitors to choose from. This thing he was perpetuating with Phuong… It would burn him eventually. But Phuong was still very, very hot, and Gabe was still very, very gay.

             There was no promise of reciprocated anything from the clerk. He was simply doing his job, and Gabe was just a guy that came in a little too often for a little too long. That was all.

             “What’s this about, then? Was there one I should have read? Is it from your sister?”

             “I don’t have a sister.”

             “Your cousin?”

             “Your Highness,” Phuong looks at him, finally. Gabe doesn’t enjoy it, though. Not the way the address comes out so clinical, so distant. “All the letters had the same handwriting. My handwriting.”

             The prince’s throat goes dry. “What?” He whispers.

             “I’m closing the shop early today,” the other man responds in that same distant voice. “You’ll need to leave, Your Highness.”

             Stunned, Gabe returns to the palace.

 -

             Each of the letters is one sentence long.

I hope this finds you well, Your Highness.

 The stars in your eyes shine brighter than mine, yet belong to the same single sky.

You’re a brat.

Gunther came to the bakery today; I’m strangely disappointed by your absence.

A heartless one, you turned out to be.

The stars in your eyes shine on different continents than mine, it seems.

 Foolish of me to write letters to someone I’ve only met once.

Why do I think of you so often, my most hated daydream?

              There’s one for every day of the month Gabe avoided Vanilla Pages.

             “Gunther?” He calls into the air. A maid scurries in instead, apologizing for the absence of his guard, a different guard trailing in behind her. “It’s fine. Will you bring me some alcohol?”

 Four.

             The fourth time was a mistake.

             The very same night, a very drunk Gabe stumbled through the streets. It would be a prime night for assassination, if anyone wanted to put him out of his misery. A shame that no one did.

             Mindless feet guided him back to the bookstore. Fruitlessly, he banged on the shut and bolted door.  

             An angry Gunther dragged him home, and Phuong was never the wiser.

 Five.

             The fifth time was purposeful.

            “Your engagement was decided today.”

             Hollow-eyed, Prince Gabriel blinked at the captain of his guard – a married man now. The wedding had been beautiful. As expected. “My what?”

             “Your engagement, Highness. She’s a very pretty woman, if it’s any consolation.”

             “It’s not.”

             “Phuong is also in very bad shape, if it’s any consolation. Rea said so.”

             “It’s not.” The words came muffled by the pair of hands covering the prince’s face. It was enough that he felt bad about everything. There was really no reason both of them should feel awful. “Gunther, clear my schedule for the next hour. I’m going to the bookstore.”

             “You’re engaged now.”

             “I’m aware. Betrothed men ought to tell other suitors when they’re off the market.”

             The intention is clear, and Gunther seems upset. Unreasonably so. “Your Highness-”

             “I have to, Gunther. I’m going to make him hate me so he can move on faster.”

             “But you-”

             “I always knew how this would end. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

             He was anything but okay. He was gay and in love and engaged to a beautiful woman who deserved the kind of love he could never give her because he was gay and desperately in love with someone else.

             Each solemn step of the way, he bid farewell to each part of the man he had inexplicably grown to love. Goodbye, beautiful hair. Goodbye, kind heart. Goodbye, brown eyes. Goodbye, biceps; goodbye, thighs. Goodbye, hands. Goodbye, stupid love letters.

             He walked in, announced his engagement to the ground, and fled before he could see the other man’s reaction.

 One.

             Phuong considered his life in chapters.

             They were typically large, vague categories of his life that were boring and tedious to live through. Childhood. Teenage years. Adulthood. Gabe. It was only this latest chapter that made any difference in anything he thought.

             Before Gabe, life was dull. Every day, the same. After him, every day was painful – but the good kind of painful that perhaps would lead to something. The second prince bore the name of the messenger of the lord, and that had to count for something, didn’t it?

             Apparently not. For Gabe to cut him off so quickly… If he had hoped to give Phuong any kind of conclusion about what they were and what they meant to each other, he failed spectacularly.

             After milling around Rea’s bakery for half the day, he finally called in his favor. “Rea, can I… Uhm…”

             “If you wait until sundown, Gunther will come home for dinner, and he can take you straight to the brat himself,” she replied before he finished the thought. “Just tell him how you feel, and if it goes bad, you can have free cakes for a week.”

             “I’ll get fat and unattractive.”

             “Honey,” she said in that pitying tone he’d so hoped to avoid.

             “Can I… Have a free cake now?”

 -

             Prince Gabriel and Gabe were very different people, and while Phuong had known this, it didn’t really dawn on him until he saw it with his own two eyes.

             Gabe – his Gabe – smiled and laughed at everything, had horrible posture because he was always trying to get that tiny bit closer to Phuong, and dressed horribly because he thought it’d work as a disguise.

             Prince Gabriel wore tailored clothes that made Phuong a little dizzy because of how they accentuated a man who didn’t need accentuating at all. Prince Gabriel spoke with authority and walked with it, too. He oozed it.

             Phuong didn’t know if this made his job any easier.

             The moment the door shut behind him, the prince groaned and stretched and stripped off his clothes from the day. He flopped face-first on the bed like a child and immediately called for the captain of his guard.

             “Is it okay that I’m here instead?” Phuong said softly.

             Unexpectedly, the prince jumped ten feet in the air. “Phuong?”

             A complicated series of expressions crossed the prince’s face. He looked like he wanted to be upset, but couldn’t, and in the end, he started to cry, reaching for Phuong with grabby hands and a bleeding heart. What a foolish prince, to wound himself like this, when he really didn’t need to be wounded at all.

             “Your eyes shine with stars that are different from mine, but they share the same sky,” Phuong murmured, climbing into the prince’s bed and pulling him into a clumsy embrace. “If you had read that, I thought you’d have understood.”

             “It’s not the same as telling me upfront. I can’t bank my decisions on I think.”

             “I know.”

             And the prince only cried more. This was all his heart had ever wanted, but it still didn’t tell his mind what to do. Could he afford to forfeit his engagement? Would he have to forfeit Phuong again, knowing what he knew now?

             He didn’t know. He didn’t care yet. It was hard to care with Phuong’s finger sliding through his curls, with feathery touches of lips to his forehead.

             “Gabe.”

             “Hm?”

             “I really, really like you. But I get it if you still have to let me go.”

             Gabe tightened his arms around Phuong. “I won’t. I don’t want to.”

             “Okay.”

Spoiler alert: I have no idea how to actually end this but I believe they figure out their way to get together and live happily ever after bc that was the whole point of this but I really can’t be bothered to write it out whoops

[prettynxsty]

Stained Angel

Sub!Jimin x Domme!Reader

Warnings: Spanking, Marking, Choking, Futa/Girlcock, y/n has a fat dick, daddy kink, minuscule mentions of blood and bruises, frotting/hotdogging, y/n is also a muscular because we love a big woman, nipple play, fingering, slight size kink, and crying from pleasure.

Summary: Gratuitous office worker x boss smut. Long winded and nasty. Enjoy.

You stroll into the copy room, a file clutched in hand. You spot Jimin bent over the copier, messing with the settings to get it to work. Stepping over beside him, you gently press a hand into his lower back.

"Hey, how you holdin' up, Jiminie?" You cooed the dorky nickname at the younger man. Jimin felt shocks go through his body. Even at the slight touch, he shivered gently, grabbing the sheet of paper he was trying to copy and moving it in an attempt to hide his shaking fingers.

"Uh- doing good, Mrs. Y/n," he mumbled - it was fairly early in the morning, so he hoped he could chalk it up to the two cups of coffee he'd already drank.

"The, uh- the copier's jammed again." He mumbled, and- holy shit, was his boss's hand on his ass? He bucked his hips back ever so subtly, and yep, holy fuck, it was. What the fuck? "You got this, don't sweat it too much." You move behind him, shifting up onto the tips of your toes to reach a package of paper overhead. You actually had tons of it in your office, but a little 'accident' now and then couldn't hurt, could it?

"Oop, sorry Jimin."

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as you put a bit more pressure in your hand, your hips just barely ghosting against his backside.

"Come see me when you have the transcript."

You plop the file on top of the stack of paper, pulling back. Yet again, your fingers got 'accidentally' caught on one of Jimin's belt loops as you turned back to make the trek back to your office. Jimin moved slightly with the tug on his belt loop, his heart racing. Before he knew it, the hand was gone and you were back in your office. Jimin felt like his pupils were already blown, his pants felt a bit snugger.

"Fuck," he whispered, trying to gather himself. He shook his head visibly, wetting his dry lips. What the fuck was that? Were you coming on to him? Not that it wasn't a bad thing - his body obviously figured that out.

Your little words of affection and encouragement echoed in his ear as he fooled with the copier a bit more until it started to work again. He exhaled loudly as he finally grabbed his copies, and the transcript. You were seated behind your desk, legs spread over the sides of the chair. You were trying to calm down your ‘situation’ before anyone came in, but the idea of having Jimin under you..

You were nearing the threshold of being painfully hard, your tight black slacks weren't doing you any favors in helping you hide your ‘pride’. All attempts were futile, until you relented to tuck your dick under the waistband of your undergarments.

That could be disastrous if Jimin were to come in. You scoot under the desk, hoping that you wouldn't have to move, lest you give him an eyeful of it. Jimin grabbed the transcript he'd been working on; it wasn't his best, but he was proud of it. He quickly turned around, his blood rushing a bit slower, his cock a little less hard now, though his cheeks were just as pink.

He made his way quickly to your office, knocking on the door before entering. Holy shit, he never realized how attractive his boss really was, your muscles bulging through the sleeves of your blouse.

Jimin swallowed hard, trying to hide the obvious arousal still plastered on his face. "I have the transcript," he mumbled, almost unsure to speak. You absently rolled back from your desk, folding your arms behind your head casually. Though unknowingly, you moved back just a bit too far. You gave him a bright smile, "Bring it here."

You were sure that he didn't know it, but he was hot. There was something just so cute and sexy about his boyish charm and toothy grins. You cradle your own chin, propping it up.

"Oh hey, c'mere. Let me fix your collar." You offer casually, shifting in the rolling chair once more. Jimin nearly choked on air as he saw the bulge in your pants - what the fuck was this, a porno? Had you thought their interaction was just as exhilarating? Jimin started shaking again, taking slow steps as he placed the transcript on the table, leaning down so you could reach his collar and tie.

He got a good look now - and holy fuck, you were hung and hard as hell. Had he done that to you? He was sure his cheeks were bright red, but his mouth was salivating at the sight, so he quickly drew his eyes away, locking onto your gaze. You scoot forward and grip one of the flaps of his collar with one hand, firmly holding onto his tie with the other. You swallow dryly, licking your lips as you hold his intense gaze. You swallow a sigh, chills tickling your skin.

You could imagine Jimin just like this, his mouth hanging open, red in the face as you gently squeeze his throat. You'd drag your thumb across his lower lip, swirling it around in his pretty little mouth, muffling his breathy moans.

"Fuck, Jimin."

Your voice was almost too quiet to even be a whisper as you gave his collar a firm tug, ghosting the tips of your thumbs over his collarbones.

Jimin's vision nearly went white as he felt the ridges of your thumb skirt across his throat. Everything got hot all of a sudden, the room, his skin, as the breath left his body too quickly for his comfort. He let out a low whine, shifting uncomfortably as he grew hard again in his jeans.

"Sh-Shit," he mewled, trying to contain himself.

He was standing in front of his boss, a breathless, horny, half-lidded mess. What the fuck had that day turned into? He reached up, resting his hand over one of yours, not in a way to push you off, but almost encouraging you to do it harder. He always was one for being manhandled, and there was no way you weren't doing this on purpose.

You lean forward and steal his lips in a short kiss, only enough to taste him.

"Go lock the door," you were nearly out of breath yourself as you found your voice.

Just as Jimin did so, you scoot away from the desk and wave him to come around. What Jimin wanted, Jimin would get. Shit, you couldn't wait to put your hands right back around his pretty little neck. He was already a breathless mess, you needed to see more if this was only the beginning.

Jimin let out a breath as soon as the hands left his collar, his lip shaking and bouncing as he did so. He had never walked so fast, his shaking fingertips locking the door before he scrambled back over to the desk. He didn't care about the consequences or the strangeness of it anymore, all he wanted was you.

He collapsed onto his knees almost immediately, a pliant glint shining in his glossy eyes as he leaned forward, kissing you quicker and heavier than the first. He slid his hands on the arm rests of the chair so he could maneuver himself more easily.

You curl a fist into Jimin's collar, yanking him closer as you pull his tie loose with your other hand. Your belt jingles as you clumsily work your belt apart and pop the button on your slacks.

You parted your lips, mashing them against his and mingle your tongues together. You trace your work hardened fingers along his collar, dragging your thumb against the length of his throat. Firm strokes up and down, your other fingers gently caress the side of his neck.

Jimin felt his adams apple attempt to bob up and down only to be stopped by your thumb, and he let out a whine, pulling away from the kiss.

"Please," was all he managed to whisper, hands shooting down to work on his own belt.

He pulled it off quickly, unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down as far as he dared to without permission. His pupils were absolutely blown wide, he was whining and whimpering like a child who didn't get what he wanted as you barely touched his throat; he wanted it hard, and he wanted to be fucked now.

"Mh, be patient, baby." You purred at the man in between your legs, pulling your underwear down just enough to free your length. The tip of your cock was almost an angry red, jerking with every twitch.

You gently close your fingers around Jimin’s throat, slowly squeezing it. With your other hand, you cradle his chin, dragging the tip of your thumb against his swollen lips.

You loosen your grip on this throat immediately, just before reaching a firm squeeze, taunting him. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips as you drink in the sight of Park Jimin, begging you.

Jimin shook his head. He didn't want to be patient, he wanted you. He winced as the pressure in his head grew worse from the lack of oxygen, but what normally would scare someone, it aroused him only further, his blood rushing with adrenaline.

He ducked down, sucking at the thumb that caressed his lips, wetting it for a moment before pulling off.

"Please-" He choked out again, staring down at your cock, leaning forward in an attempt to put it between his lips.

You let out a filthy groan, pulling your hand from his face and wrapping it around your dick.

Wordlessly you pressed the rosy tip against his lips, tracing the head over his plush mouth. Every whine, every plea, turns you on further.

"Go ahead."

Your voice was husky and commanding as you gave a tighter squeeze to Jimin's throat. The place where your fingers became pink, an intimate mark on his pale skin. Jimin was so hot like this.

Jimin quickly took the tip into his mouth, savoring the saltiness that had already accumulated on the tip. He felt so dirty doing this, with his boss, in the workplace, but he couldn't help himself.

He started nice and slow, teasing you as he took the head completely into his mouth. He always was a brat, he thinks, as he sunk his lips down on it, bobbing up and down, going a bit deeper in his throat every time.

It took a while before it started getting harder on his throat, and he took a sharp breath as good as he could before he completely lost oxygen - a perfect mix of the cock being in his throat and a hand on his neck.

He let out a slutty moan, high pitched, like one of those girls you always see in pornos as he felt his nose hit the hair at the bottom of your stomach, a clear sign he had completely taken the thing into his mouth.

You toss your head back, moaning at the sensation of Jimin eagerly devouring you. With a free hand, you reach up and grab a tight handful of the younger man's hair.

You gasp at Jimin's heated gaze, boring into you as he swallowed all the way to the base of your cock.

"God damn, Jimin." You growl down at him, shivering at the sensation of his throat vibrating around you. Akin to a tight, pink fleshlight, squeezing around you with each bob downward.

You pant, the pressure on your tip was almost too much.

Jimin whimpered once again as he felt you tug on his hair just the slightest bit. His face was flushed as he pulled back enough to take a breath through his nose, then began a slow bob up and down.

When he couldn't take all of you into his mouth, he used his hand to pump along where he couldn’t reach. With the sweet sounds of your moans and compliments urging him on, he hollowed his cheeks out.

This wasn't the first cock he'd sucked before, but holy shit, this one didn't even compare. A small wet spot forms in his boxer briefs from the amount of precum he had already been leaking.

You began to pull roughly on Jimin’s brown locks, rolling up your hips to meet every eager swallow. He was doing a damn good job, but you were keen to return the favor. You yanked his head back, loosening the grip on his throat to get his attention. You wanted him on your lap.

Jimin pulled off with a loud pop of his lips, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes. He was completely wrecked in his own arousal, but he got the gist of what you wanted. He crawls on top of you, straddling your taut thighs. He kisses you deeply, fingers working down your blouse, eager to touch even more of you.

He ran his hands over your chest, wiggling his fingers under the cups of your bra. Indulging himself fully, he rolled your nipples in between the length of his fingers to coax more sweet moans from your lips. Though neither of you made the move to undress any further, as redressing yourselves would be more of a hassle than it was worth.

You dug your teeth into his lower lip, palming over his straining bulge. You took your sweet time, unbuckling Jimin's belt and slowly unzipped his pants.

You shove a cool hand into his boxer briefs and curls your fingers around his dick. His length was also pretty impressive, hidden away in his fitted little pants. Filthy, you work your tongue into his mouth in a wet kiss as you scrubs your thumb over his tip.

Jimin kisses you back with as much fervor until he feels your hand on his cock. He threw his head back, letting out a whiny moan as he bucked his hips forward, trying to get as much of your hand as he could. He was squirming as he usually did when he was horny, but something about you made him want to be even brattier, to see what your limit was, to see what you would do to him if he reached that limit.

"Fuck me, fuck- dadd- Y/n, " he quickly corrected himself. If the pleasure hadn't turned him red already, that definitely did.

"Say it again." Your voice lowered an octave, heavy with arousal. You glide your thumb and index finger over Jimin's collarbone. There were red marks and forming bruises where your fingers once were, marking that Jimin belonged to you at this moment. 

You begin with firm strokes over his shaft, squeezing with each tug up and down.

Jimin let out a whine, trying to hide his face in your neck. He must look awful right now, completely wrecked and teased to no end, all worked up from barely nothing, but the feeling of your rough hand on his cock, guiding some sensation out of him, ruining his inhibitions.

"Daddy," he managed to whimper out, once, then twice.

"God, I need you so bad, dadd-" he was interrupted by his own moan, causing him to shudder with intense feeling. Fuck, it was like everything in the world disappeared and the only thing that was left was your hand. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking his eyes at the oversensitivity in his whole body.

"Let me hear you," you growl hotly into his ear.

You wrap your free hand around the base of his throat once more, giving it slow a squeeze. Releasing your firm grip on Jimin’s shaft, you instead wrapped your hand around both of your cocks.

Rumbles of pleasure vibrate in your chest as you roll your hips, rubbing them together.

"Tell daddy what you want, baby."

Jimin almost didn't want to cum yet, simply because the moment was so euphoric. His legs began to shake as he thrust up into your hand, the pleasure building even more. He was definitely on the verge now. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to move the upper half of his body because you were practically holding him up by his neck at this point.

He was completely useless against you, unable to do much of anything than beg you even further and twitch his hips upwards. Jimin let you take complete control of him.

"Fuck, fuck me daddy, oh god," he mewled, quickly followed by, "please let me cum," and a series of expletives barely coherent through his high pitched, slutty moans.

You almost let out a groan of disappointment yourself as you release your hold on your cocks.  Reaching around his waist, you grab a handful of his rear.

Temporarily, you move your hand from Jimin's throat, fumbling as you yank open a drawer beside you. You dug into your wallet that lay in the practically empty drawer, fishing out a small lube packet, you kept it tucked away for ‘emergencies’.

"You want daddy to fuck you?" You tease, leaning forward and dragging your tongue over the bright red marks left behind by your fingers.

Jimin shook almost violently, nearly collapsing on top of you as the hands on his throat and his cock were released. He went from weightless to heavy in an instant, grabbing the wooden desk to try and keep himself up.

He wasn't even sure if he was saying words now, it all came out as a soft whine or a plea; every touch went straight to his cock, from the tongue on his neck to the hand on his ass, he was completely oversensitive and teased to no end.

He cursed, letting another tear fall from his eyes as he continued rutting his hips forward, trying to seek even the littlest amount of attention. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't, simply whining and moaning for attention as a response.

You wrap your arms around Jimin, lifting him almost effortlessly. Sweeping a hand across your desk, you shove things aside to make room for your new toy. Laying the younger man against the cool wood, you grab at his pants and boxer briefs to pull them down further.

You snake your calloused fingers around the crooks of Jimin's knees, pushing them up to his chest. You tore open the small packet of lube with your teeth, carefully coating your digits. Slowly, you drag a finger through the pale crevice, carefully watching his face.

Jimin's legs moved up to his chest easily; he always was quite flexible. He tossed his head back as he felt the cold finger touch him, and he attempted to push his hips downwards on it, failing miserably.

"Stop fucking with me. Stop being annoying, " Jimin snipped, the cold of the wooden desk underneath him sent chill bumps all over his body - he's sure his nipples were hard, his hair all mussed up with sex, his glasses crooked and dirty - he was an absolute mess, and the fact that you were still looking down on him like he was a piece of meat made him start writhing underneath again.

"Use me," he mumbled, trying to get you to hurry up.

You hum in amusement, "Only good boys get daddy's cock."

You ran a hand over his smooth, hairless chest, purposely allowing your nail to catch on one of his nipples. Slowly, purposefully digging his thumb into Jimin’s hole, slowly swirling it about as you push down to the end of your knuckle.

"You want daddy to pound you, huh baby?" You purr with a devilish smile, pinching the very tip of Jimin’s nipple.

Jimin let out a breathy, high-pitched moan as he closed around the finger. He knew he was tight, but shit, this was something else; he didn't know if he could even begin to handle your cock. It'd been forever since he'd done this, but goddamn it if he wasn't going to try.

The slow, deliberate movement of the thumb inside of him paired with the sharp, sensitive pinch to his nipple made him start squirming more, trying to get as much touch from you as he could. He couldn't help it, but then again, some part of him wanted to see what exactly you would punish him with.

Would you slap him? Spit on his face? Maybe take him right to the edge then tie him up and leave him there? Spank him? Fuck, Jimin was losing his breath thinking about it.

"Maybe I don't want to be a good boy," he spat out, grinding his hip upwards, sighing at the painful, tight movement of your thumb slowly stretching him out.

He looked up, catching the merciless sheen in your eyes, "Maybe I want you to fuck me so hard we break this desk."

Jimin was such a brat. But what your baby wanted, was what your baby would get. You lean forward, pressing your hefty dick against his thigh on purpose. Jimin wanted it bad, but you liked to play with your food first.

You move your hand from his chest, wrapping your hand around Jimin’s dick once again. Pursing your lips, you release a few globules of spit, directly onto the head of his cock. Shamelessly reveling in the wet squelching as you pumped your hand like it was burning.

As all good things come to an end, you give a final few tugs before stopping, swirling the tip of your finger around the rosy head.

Eventually you retract your thumb from Jimin’s pucker before commanding him, "On your stomach." You had a much better idea now.

He relished in the time that you had your hand on his cock, trying desperately to move his thigh so he could touch your cock, then let out a pitiful whine as the finger pulled out. He furrowed his eyebrows, his cheeks all red and his hair starting to cling to his forehead with sweat.

He tried to focus on what you said, catching only some of it in his own labored breathing and mewls. He smiled slightly, unsure of what you had planned, but knowing it was going to be something that made his legs shake in response. He quickly stood up for a moment on wobbly legs, pressing his bare stomach and chest to the cold desk. He poked his ass out a little further, wiggling it like the slut he was.

You part his soft, fleshy spheres and dribble a bit of lube in between. Simply put, you slip your dick right into the crevice and pour the rest of the lube over your length. Rolling your hips forward, you grind right in between Jimin’s cheeks.

You reach forward, grabbing yourself a handful of that pretty brown hair and tug backward. Lifting a hand up slowly before swinging it back down, clapping it over Jimin's ass cheek. The feeling of his skin sliding against your own felt so fucking good.

With each rough thrust forward, you brought your hips flush together. A rosy mark forms over where you spanked him, and you lifted your hand again, slapping the other pale globe.

"Bad boys get spanked, Jiminie." You cooed at him, placing another firm slap to the already reddening cheek.

Jimin let out the sluttiest moan of the night when he felt his hair being pulled on. He put his palms on the table as his head lifted up with the force, trying to keep his torso up. The slap to his ass scared him at first, causing him to curse loudly, before it developed into a series of repetitive, high pitched moans.

If anyone heard him right now, he would probably sound like a porn star; his hips rolled back, feeling the base of your cock touch his balls before sliding right back up again, continuing to grind against him. He grabbed the edges of the desk, trying to hold himself upright as another slap came down on him.

He cried out, collapsing to his elbows - you had a hell of a hit, and each repetitive time he smacked his ass, it went straight to his cock, which was uncomfortably grinding against the chilly table. Another slap came down on his ass, and Jimin was beginning to wonder how he would ever be able to sit again - it was definitely going to bruise, maybe even bleed. The thought made his breath hitch even more, and he found himself counting the spanks under his breath as they came.

"Four...Fuck! Five-" He let out a pitiful moan, almost letting his head drop to the table, only to be pleasantly reminded he was being held up by the hair on his head.

The head of your cock weeps with syrupy precum, mixing in with the already sticky, slippery lube. You carefully release the tight hold on Jimin’s hair so he wouldn't bang his head on the desk. Your larger, heavy hand reaches out and grabs a handful of his ass.

You part them, rearing back slowly until the head of your cock catches on his hole. You slowly work your way inside of him, already groaning at the sensation gripping around you.

For a moment, you reach down and occupy your hand with Jimin’s unattended cock. You'd wait patiently until he was ready, since you planned to really blow out his back. Upon bottoming out, you were still only slightly grinding against him as he adjusts to the stretch.

Jimin had tears falling loosely down his cheeks. The pain was almost too intense, but he trusted you to take care of him. He pressed his forehead to the table, arching his back as you worked him along. He let out a few shaky breaths, letting himself accommodate the intrusion.

"Fuck me," he whimpered, "You're going to split me in half." It was barely an exaggeration; he felt more full than he's ever felt in his life, he practically felt you in his guts.

Pausing for a moment, he nodded, pushing his ass back against you as an urge for you to continue. When you continued the barest of movement, he began whimpering.

"Please stop- I need it. Give it to me," his moans were pitiful and submissive as he reached behind him to grab your hips, trying to encourage you to keep going.

You pull back, just barely to the end of your tip before pushing back in.

Setting a steady pace for now, you rest your hands on Jimin's lower back.

Suddenly, you had a much better idea. You walk your hands up to his shoulders, laying down against him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your arms were wrapped around him in a loose chokehold. You trail kisses along his jaw as you dug into him.

Jimin let out a filthy moan as the arm wrapped around his throat and the thrusting resumed - it wasn't much of a thrust, really, it was deathly slow.

"Fuck, fuck me. Harder," he whispered, placing a wet kiss on your forearm. He needed to be fucked fast, hard, mercilessly - he always was kinky, but something about being bent over his boss's desk made him want to be destroyed, used like a toy.

His cock twitched as you hit his favorite spot, the burst of pleasure caused him to squeeze his eyes shut, gasping sharply as his nails dug into your arms.

"There. There. " He urged loudly, completely sure everyone else in the office could hear him now. The thought just made him want to get fucked harder.

You bury your face in his shoulder, sinking your teeth in for a bite. Your biceps flex, squeezing around his throat.

What he wanted was what he would get.

You reel your hips back and jerk forward, the thumping of your skin slapping against each other increasing in volume. You made sure to dig your hips in with each thrust, determined to torture him with short jabs at his prostate, just enough to keep him squirming and whining.

The hot, wet squelching of his hole clinging to you desperately only serves to spur you on. The desk shook slightly at the force of each rebounding thrust of yours, threatening to move if you weren't careful. No holds barred, you knew that everyone was now well aware of who Jimin belongs to. You grunt and groans viciously, scattering bites over his shoulders and neck.

He could feel the marks being left on his shoulders, could practically feel the blood threatening to come out of the wounds, but he could barely focus on that, let alone anything.

He was violently close now, his body unable to handle the teasing from earlier and the pressure on his throat.

"Fuck, fuck, please- Daddy! Choke me- fuck," He yelled, whining because it just wasn't enough - you were still teasing him, wanting to see him squirm and whine rather than actually bring him to the edge.

He knew he was being bad - what was stopping you from just leaving him to the rest of the work day like this? Nothing, but he couldn't stop himself. He felt you push on the bruises already on his neck, and his thighs clenched together, overwhelmed with the pleasure of his own release that was building.

"Shit, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close, Daddy."

You lose all control, beginning to rut in with a vengeance. The desk thumps almost dangerously as you dug into Jimin’s guts mercilessly. You squeeze your arms around his neck completely.

You wanted to feel him writhing and squirming when he came, milking you dry. You could feel the ring of his hole already twitching fitfully around you upon each time you ground in just right. Just about on the edge, you’re ready to burst.

"Fuck, baby. You're gonna make me cum." You praise him as you suck on one of the reddened marks.

Jimin was overwhelmed, completely wrecked, his senses utterly destroyed - there was simply too much to focus on. The absolute fuck of his life, from someone he barely knew other than through work, people listening form outside; the tongue and the lips on his shoulders and neck.

"Shit- please, oh God, I need it so bad," he could feel himself start to slip away, his heartbeat racing as he lost his mind with his daddy in his guts.

"I'm- fuck, I'm gonna cum-" he could barely get it out, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a absolutely filthy moan, his body shaking violently as he gave into the orgasm.

You uncurl your arms from his neck, gripping the edge of the desk. Your thrusts began to stutter as you bottom out for the last time and held yourself there.

"F-uck." You pant as you came, shivering. Sweat slid down the sides of your face as he pressed gentle kisses across his jaw and throat.

"Shit, Jimin, baby." You shakily pull out, pressing yourself in between his warm cheeks. You sigh sharply, a few remaining weak spurts dribbling down the small of his back.