#i'm tired of being degraded for going into a field i love

[void-dragon4]

tired of how ecology is seen as biology's useless cousin because it won't get you into med school. ecology is so fucking important but the only people who seem to recognize that are fellow ecologists.

when i do a basic surface level search for ecology jobs all that comes up are flavors of park ranger, educator, and researcher. which completely ignores the policy/engineering sides of ecology but also makes those other jobs seem so insignificant when I've seen people have some of the most fulfilling and impactful careers working in museum collections or being professors.

it's not environmental studies either. sure environmental studies is incorporated but ecology is an individual scientific field that overlaps a lot with biology, genetics, chemistry, geology, hydrology, and so much more. it is the science of connections.

in conclusion fuck you and shut the fuck up ecology is underrated and yall better give it more respect as a science.

[freshbakedbreadstick]

Small NSFW Viktor Blurb... because i'm thinking too much about him

Arcane Viktor x F!Reader

The way Viktor fucks is so... scientific.

The way he speaks to you, so softly yet so calculatingly is addictive. It's embarrassing how wet it makes you when he speaks this way. It's not at all that he's talking down to you as he dirty talks, he speaks in the manner that a scientist testing his hypothesis would. He has no condescending tone, no hint of sarcasm, and certainly not trying to degrade you. The opposite really.

"Interesting..." he would murmur as he notices you twitch particularly hard, sitting back against the pillows as he watched you feed his thick cock into your throbbing core, watching the way your slickness coated him with every miniscule movement.

He adjusts himself with his arms, eyes piercing your pussy as his shifting makes you gasp out, pushing more of his length into your tight heat. His voice is strangled as he speaks,"You really seem to like it when I move like this..."

If it were his way, he would have a notebook out to jot down everything he notices as you two fuck. You're pretty sure you caught him writing in a small black notebook one time after a particularly good romp too, but you've never been able to find that little notebook and have never been able to figure out what it contains.

Between his gasps and clutching of the bedsheets underneath him, he stays trained on the way your pussy takes his thickness, stretching around him and leaving a creamy ring around the base as you rode him.

"Hm," he would murmur, hands reaching to shift your hips forward a bit, shifting them back when he notices your brow furrowed more when you were positioned that way on his cock.

He would spread your legs carefully, with shaky hands, adjusting your position to one that he hypothesized and tested before as to being much more comfortable for you. He knew you wouldn't get as tired in this position and that he had easier access to that throbbing clit of yours, nimble and long fingers trailing from the soft mound of your right breast, thumbing your pebbled nipple, down the softness of your torso to where you ached for him the most.

He bit back smirks as he moved his fingers in the exact motion he knew made your eyes screw shut and mouth drop open, drool running down your plump bottom lip before hitting and running over your chest. Of course, he tried and tested it before.

"Like that, yes? I know, I know my sweet, I know you like it this way... prefer to have my fingers move like this, yes? Feels good when you move your hips like that?" He would coo, free hand moving to your hip, digging his fingertips in.

He knew this amount of pressure would leave small finger shaped bruises on your skin, the very kind he loved to see when you two would retire to bed in the lateness of night, fingers tracing over the skin under the glittering moonlight. 

His amber eyes would rake over your form, listening to you gasp out. He would be mentally taking in the tell tale signs that you were close to cumming, getting closer and closer with every gasp. He would take note the way your eyes would glaze over before shutting, how your head settled, brows furrowed. Between his own pleasure he would note the way your clenched, milking him so sweetly that he couldn’t help but jerk his hips up, using his arms to move. 

It made the mattress creak, the frame hit the wall, the pillows go tumbling down. It made his mental notes, ones he made sure to write down once he had a chance as any researcher does, go blurry in his mind. But his eyes never fell from your body, watching his most perfect work bring you to that peak of absolute pleasure, crying out his name as he did everything he knew was tried and true to make it feel so overwhelming. 

Viktor was a scientist at heart, always has been and always will be, but that doesn’t make him a boring academic when it comes to intimacy. If anything, that makes him a lot more mindful, as any good scientist in his field is. 

[yuriisclumsy]

HELLO !! I SEE THAT YOU WRITE FOR CALE HENITUSE :d you've got good taste that man makes me feral i love that unbelievable idiot :D

Whadoyyathink about Cale being with someone who's weaker than him but she's kinda useful (one of pookie's powers is to boost someone's abilities, it generally doesn't matter if the one she's aiding doesn't have magical powers, they just have to be good at something like for example, painting and swordsmanship—she can enhance their ability and knowledge temporarily).

She's a mage that's dying the more she exploits her mana. She tried to not use too much, but in a reality where she and everyone suddenly got thrusted into war? She couldn't help but use, use, use.

None of em knew her degrading lifespan until one day she just told em casually when the gang asks wtf is wrong w u why do you look like u r boutta die and why do you keep passing out sometimes

If this is too much feel free to ignore, though thank you for reading :D

Will you stay by my side forever?

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[Authors Note]: This thing took me so long to make because I couldn't figure out what setting to write it on. Besides getting a bit tired of only writing for Cale back when I was consistent with the requests. But, hi! I'm back! At least just for this one. This request is back from May 💀. I still have two more, one from June, the other from July. So I might come back and do those. Do people want a part 4 for Love's Dance?

»»►Ouuu, what a fun scenario.

»»►Apologies in advance if it’s a bit weird, haven’t read or written for Cale in a while, so I might have lost my touch.

»»►Warning (I never really do these, but I thought it would be appropriate): could be inaccurate to the Henituse War Arc because I have yet to read it.

»»►Also, the POV is different on this one.

Dragons.

Powerful beings, capable of destroying us all if they wanted to.

One thing they weren’t meant for was to let humans ride them and control them like animals. They had far greater intelligence than any being in existence. 

So why should they submit to us?

The skies are filled with erratic bat-winged lizards; their flames and roars were scattered all over the field.

This was a war.

Dragons…What pesky creatures. I already have one to deal with, I don’t need more.

“Choi Han!”

“Yes, Master Cale?” said man came within seconds and kneeled in front of him.

“I need you to scout out the area in the east for me,” I commanded.

“On it,” and with that, he left as fast as he came.

I already know how all of this will pan out, but a little safety never hurt no one…

“Master Cale!”

“Hmm?” I turned to see one of the city guards running in a hurry towards me. “What is it? Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I-it’s lady [Name]! S-hes…” the guard gasped for air from the run.

“Easy, calm down… Now tell me, what’s wrong with [Name]?” I patted him in the back.

Recuperating the lost oxygen, the guard went serious and looked at me. “Lady [Name] has lost a great deal of blood and fainted..! S-she just started to cough and— M-master Cale–? Where are you going?!” The Guard shouted at me, but all noise was shut down by my mind.

That instinct to check on those you care about kicked in the moment I heard the word blood being uttered.

I ran.

Ran, and ran, until I was able to see the camp where she had been stationed at by me. A camp far from the battlefield, but close enough for me to constantly check-up on her.

How could a thing like this happen to me? I had just checked on you a few hours ago, so why? Why are you suddenly bleeding?

The men there stood aside as I ran past them. They understood not to be on my way with the expression I wore on my face.

“Where is she?!” I yelled to the men crowding a tent. I already knew my answer when they looked at me  and then at the inside with sad expressions.

I burst in and scanned the area to look for the woman I ran miles to see. I paused. There, on a bed on the far corner of the shelter, was her. [Name]. Medics surrounded her with yet more sad faces.

I walked slowly towards them, not wanting to know if what I had in my mind were to be true. “Is she alright?” I asked when I was a mere few feet away from the bed.

The head doctor looked at me with furrowed brows and sighed. He then gave me a smile when he saw my eyes, filled with worry.

“She is fine,” he said. I let the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “But she has lost a great deal of blood. I need her to stay in bed for a few days, and another more of pure rest until I see her health back up again.”

“I see… Thank you.”

“No need, it’s my job,” the doctor looked at the other two, who I believe to be his apprentices, and gestured to them to exit with him. “I’ll leave you alone with her,” he patted my shoulder as he left.

I stood there for a bit, before I went and sat on the bed right next to hers. I stared at her face; the face that made my heart jump from excitement wherever I saw a smile; the face that l would look at and made me feel better instantly; the face that made me fall deeply in love with her.

“...Cale?” a voice rang in my ears which made me snap out of my trance. My eyes meet with hers.

“[Name]...you’re awake,” I let out simply. She smiled at me, relieving me from the aching I had in my heart moments prior. “Are you feeling better?”

She nodded. Her eyes were filled with a love I can’t put in words, stared at mine. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she said sadly.

My eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What are you sorry for? None of this is your fault.”

“...” she stayed silent. She turned her head to the other side, blocking my view of her expression. I knew this move of her’s. She did this whenever she was hiding something. And then I realized something. I hadn’t asked what the cause of the blood was.

“[Name]...” I called to her, “..this wasn’t your fault…was it?”

“...I’m sorry,” she apologized and let out a low sob. “I didn’t want for any of you to find out this way….”

I was in disbelief. What possibly could she have done to cause such blood loss other than a stab wound…had she...?

“[Name], tell me… You didn’t cut yourself, have you?”

She quickly looked at me, “no, of course not, I would never do something as bad as hurting myself!” She reassured me.

That’s good…but that doesn’t answer how she had lost a lot of blood.

“Then…why were you bleeding?”

“...That’s..a long story.”

“I have all day,” I crossed my legs and rested my head on the palm of my hand.

“...”

“...”

She sighted thinking I would give up on the subject, but I’m far too stubborn to give up. “I lost a lot of blood because…”

“Because…?”

“Because of my ability…” she finally said.

“Your ability..? The ability to enhance abilities?” I asked in thought.

“Yes.”

“How exactly does your ability work then?”

“Well, you know that I can upgrade someone's abilities, yes?” I nod, and she continues, “but what I didn’t tell you was the toll it comes with.”

“Toll? Wait, have you been hurting yourself while using your ability?” I accuse her.

“No! Well…yeah, but exactly how you think…” that wasn't very convincing. “Whenever I use my power, it takes energy from my body. The more I use it, the weaker I get.”

“...”

“Please don’t be mad at me…” she pleaded with puppy eyes.

“...I’m not mad.”

“I feel like you are.”

“Well, I’m not,” I straightened my back, “but I will have you permanently stop using that power of yours.”

“What!?” She sat up at lighting speed, and groaned out of pain.

“Don’t sit up so quickly,” I got up and held her back.

“Y-you can’t just…prohibit me from using my power! How else would I be useful to you? How would I earn money!?”

I didn’t say anything. Then an idea came to mind. My ears were burning at the thought.

Taking courage, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat at the word I was about to say.

“...I’m firing you,” I said.

“...Huh?” She looked heartbroken. Oh, how I can’t see you like that. “no…No, no. Please, let me work for you. Please, Cale!” She grabbed my arms in an attempt to make me rethink my decision.

“No, my choice is final,” she was at the brink of crying. “Instead… I want you to stay by my side.”

“What..do you mean?” Her eyes gawk at me with tear drops threatening to spill out.

“Let me rephrase myself so you can understand,” I cleared my throat, “I would like for you to be mine.”

We stared into each others eyes. She shed a tear from before, but not out of frustration, or grief of a lost job, but out of love and affection. She chuckled.

“Is this your way of courting me?”

“Is it bad?”

“No! No, it’s…interesting,” she lowered her head to laugh at my proposal.

“So?” I placed my index finger under her shin and tilted her head to look at me. “Are you going to accept?”

“Hahaha… Yes. I accept,” she gave me the happiest smile I had seen from her.

And in that moment, I knew I was the happiest man alive.

Fin

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Consider Fake! Dating me, Stiles

There's a list going around at the school beacon hills. The hottest girls from every last girl that attended. No one got left out. And Y/n was number one.

TW: Dom! Stiles, Sub! Reader, Teasing, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia/ whimpers(sorrynotsorry), road head, blowjob, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, p n v, cum-eating?(is that cum play idk) praise kink, degradation kink, a lot of dirty talk, mention of round 2/Shower sex.

When Stiles found this out, he was pissed. He has had a crush on her for the longest time. And now that he had competition? You better bet your shit he was trying to flirt with her more. Y/n knew about the list, and she knew about him liking her from the rumors that she heard. She didn't know if it was true though, so she didn't act upon them. She didn't want to ruin their friendship.

Y/n was a siren so it only made sense for everyone to be attracted to her. But the only one she truly wanted was Stiles. Just like he had wanted her for years... Even before he found out she was a siren...

Y/n walks through the halls, getting stares as she walks. She smiles and flips the people off. She didn't care about no damn list. She came to school for education, not to be the prettiest. Okay, maybe a little to be pretty... But not the stares- She dressed how she wanted and talked how she wanted. I guess the boys found that attractive...

Fortunately, some weren't guys. She felt flattered that the girls liked her more than the boys. She was happy that the girls liked her. Sometimes even giving them attention to make them blush. She would blow the known lesbians' kisses to fool around. They knew she was joking around but she in a way wasn't. Y/n didn't have a label on her sexuality...

She finds Stiles and Scott at their locker, poking their sides to get them riled up. They both hated it when she did this, but she's done this since she could remember.

"Quit it, Y/n/n," Stiles yelps, almost comically falling and dropping his bag. Scott laughs at his friend, his famous smile now on his face.

Y/n picks up Stiles' bag and hoists him back to his feet. "Ahh, I love it when you fall for me, it makes me feel so good," Y/n jokingly says in a rich voice. Stiles looked away to cover his blush but she saw. She pinches his cheek and ruffles his hair.

Scott sighs at his friends. "Come on love birds, Lacrosse practice starts in 20."

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully and links her arms with her two childhood best friends. As she walks with them, Stiles interlocks his fingers with hers. She lets him, not thinking anything of it. A few boys eyed him, stuffing out their chests to make them look bigger than they actually were. Y/n winks at them before kissing Stiles' arm. He stiffens and she giggles, All while this happens Scott is smirking at the two. He had noticed for a while that she liked getting the boys riled up; He also knew that she didn't really care about her reputation, being mean to any person who even tried to come in contact with her. Especially Greenburg.

Once they get to the locker room, she pulls Stiles back so she can talk to him. "I have a plan," Y/n starts. He nods, his mouth parting to speak. She cuts him off with he finger pressed against his lips. "I'm tired of the people- I'm tired of them trying to ask me out. Please consider fake dating me- because you're the only person I trust-" Stiles cuts her off with a hug and a kiss on her forehead. He whispers into her ear. "Greenburg 6 o' clock," he whispers so only she would hear. His breath makes her shudder, a chill traveling to her knees causing them to go weak.

"I guess that's a yes," Y/n laughs weakly. He only responds with a tighter hug and a kiss on her cheek.

"Of course, Honey," Stiles said. Greenburg turned and made a look at Stiles before walking into the locker room. Stiles then whispers, "Oh, he's pissed, Y/n."

Y/n smiles wider than she's had for weeks. She kisses his nose and pushes him into the locker room, "I'll see you on the field, babe!" Y/n yells. Stiles blushes hard at the nickname. This was going to be harder than he thought... But it's so worth it-

--

Stiles ran around on the field, dodging through people. He was trying his hardest to get a score. It was only a practice game, but with Y/n cheering his name he had to play like his life depended on it.

Y/n sat next to Isaac as he was benched for a bit for shouldering someone so hard they backflipped onto the ground. She had Stiles' water bottle holding it for him when he came back to get a drink.

"Are you dating Stiles?" A voice asks bringing out of her thoughts. It was Isaac. She nods, smiling with a big blush. Her hands fumbled with the plastic bottle in her hands, avoiding his eye contact so he couldn't detect the lie.

"We just made it official today, but I've liked him since I met him," Y/n says kicking her feet against the grass. She somewhat tells the truth so it wouldn't be a whole lie. Hopefully, he falls for it... Isaac follows her legs and smiles at her. Thank the universe...

"Congrats, Y/n... I'm happy for you, Not for Stiles though, he's a dick," Isaac laughs. Just then a sweaty out-of-breath Stiles hugged Y/n with a big slobbery kiss on her cheek.

"She's mine, you Dog," Stiles groans. Isaac rolls his eyes and looks to the field.

"Ahh- Gross Stiles!" Y/n screeches. She wipes his slobber off and he pouts. "You erased my Love!" He kissed her again in the same spot and she couldn't help but laugh. "Better," He says with a quirky smile. He grabs the bottle from her hands and squirts the Gatorade into his mouth.

-

That was one of the few instances to show that they were dating. One of them was when she was in the hallway and a boy, whom she never noticed, came up to her and asked her out on a date. Stiles being Stiles walks up to her and hugs her from behind, kisses her neck, and flips the boy off. "Sorry, not sorry!" They both yell after the boy. They laugh as they said it sync, also because the boy looked so defeated.

"I love this," Stiles mumbles swaying while hugging from behind. He leaves another kiss on her neck. His hands travel her body, resting on her thighs and squeezing them.

Over the few weeks of them fake dating he had gotten more confidant. They had never kissed yet, but they had gotten close numerous times. And he wanted to, hell- even she wanted to. She wanted to kiss him in front of everyone, not caring what anyone said. Maybe she could? Would he let her?

"Being my boyfriend or making people jealous?" Y/n asks while giggling.

"Mmm," Stiles says before leaving another kiss under her ear. "Both," he whispers, taking another step toward her. His hips position to rest against her ass, his hard-on grazing her ass just the tiniest bit. Y/n's breath gets caught when she feels how much he likes it. Her eyes go wide and she breaks free from his hold, giving him a kiss on the cheek for the bystanders.

Don't get her wrong, she didn't hate the fact that he liked it- She even liked it...But she didn't expect him to like the plan this much... Now she's been friends with him since they were little! They showered together and even had sleepovers when they were young. They were as close as they could be. They teased each other about sexual interest but never have they directed their sexual stuff toward one other. That was until his boner pressed against her ass. She now made it her plan to tease him.

"I'll see you after school, baby," She yells, keeping it short.

She runs to the bathroom as quickly as possible, staring at herself in the mirror in distress. "Okay, maybe he would let me," Y/n jokes referring to the kiss under her ear. It wasn't better than being flirted with by everyone, she'd rather be flirted with by her now horny crush-

--

Over the next few days, they had gotten more confident with touching each other. She smacked his ass in the hallway a few times making him yelp and Scott- and many others- stare at her in shock. This time was the same.

She struts her way to Stiles, smacking his ass and then hugging him from behind. "Hey, sexy," Y/n whispers. His breath was caught in his throat.

"Hey, Angel," Stiles laughs. His voice was low, more like a breathy laugh. He continues to talk to Scott about something with a case he was helping his dad with. Scott eyes Y/n but goes back to paying attention to Stiles.

Y/n hands travel lower to around his sweatpants pockets. She stuffs her hands inside and kisses his neck to catch him off guard. His hands enter his pockets as well, you know men's pockets. He interlocks his fingers with her and she chuckles. She noticed that he loved doing that, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Her right hand then leaves his pockets and slithers under his shirt and he stops midsentence. He slowly looks down and eyes Scott to silently ask for help. Scott then asks a question about the case, and Stiles couldn't help but answer. His answer was breathy, but he got his point across.

She could feel his hard-on now pressing against her wrist that was still in his pocket. Y/n licks his neck discreetly and he cuts himself off with a breathy whimper. This causes Scott to stare at the two.

"Do you guys want some privacy? Because I'm pretty sure the hallway isn't private," Scott sarcastically says. Stiles shoves Scott's shoulder and Scott just laughs.

"Let 'em stare," Y/n says with a montoned face. Her finger grazes against his cock as she removes her hand from his. "Oops, sorry, baby."

"It's fine," Stiles groans. He grabs her, placing her in front of him. Scott and Y/n laugh at Stiles as they walk to the cafeteria for lunch. "Shut up," Stiles says in a small voice. Both Scott and Y/n could smell his arousal. Arousal was one of the few human emotions she could sense... only because she was a siren. "Do you guys want to sit outside today?" Stiles asks trying to get the attention off of him.

Soon the three were outside on the benches. Stiles quite literally dragged them outside. He then places Y/n on her lap, telling her that it's her fault so it's her problem to hide.

"I thought you were going to say something else and I might have slapped you if you did," Y/n laughs with relief.

Stiles' eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly. "No, never- But I'll deal with it later," he winks.

"Guys! In front of my burger?" Scott whines. His hands throw up into the air, causing the situation more dramatic than it should have. The fake couple laughs at their friend who is now the third wheel. Scott didn't know about them fake dating, he just thought they were actually dating. He didn't put too much thought into it because they always acted like this... just now they pulled the dial up a bit...

-

Later that day Stiles and Y/n were in the library studying. They were still extremely touchy, and it was driving her insane. Not that she would argue- She could feel his touches minutes after it happened, it lingered on her skin like a sticky lotion. And to think it started as a harmless plan that would help her escape attention. But now she wanted his attention- more than anything.

Y/n was in the library studying. Stiles had his hand on her thigh and she couldn't think properly because of it. She gave up on concentrating a bit ago and pushed her stuff away. Her head was lying on the table, her hands digging into the table to escape from reality. It didn't work because he pulled her to his chest and she let out a noise. A fucking whimper.

"What's wrong, princess?" He whispers in a worried voice. He knew what he was doing to her. He could feel the sexual tension. He bathed in it every time they'd hang out. Y/n had to keep refusing to hang out with him alone because of it. She would only hang out with him when another pack member was around. And damn did he take notice of it. She says the same thing when he asks. That she was busy helping her father around the house. He told her that he believed her, only because she had been renovating the house for a while.

"Get your hand- off my thigh, please," Y/n whimpers. He does move it, just not the way she asked for it. He slides it higher, a smirk on his face.

"What's wrong with my hand? I wanna touch my girlfriend," Stiles says simply. He said it so innocently, making her groan internally. Y/n snaps her face toward his, examining his smug face. She squints at him, growling while placing her hand on his inner thigh as well. His eyes went wide and now he was the one that is a blushing mess. "F-fuck," he moans silently, sounding a tad bit like a whimper. She hasn't even touched his cock yet and he feels like he's about to bust.

"Are you sure you want to go through this, Princess?" Stiles whispers, making her shudder to the bone. Her innocent eyes looked up into his. She smiles at him, teasing her head slightly as a way of teasing him. "Sir, You're the one who started it."

Stiles takes a deep breath. He could feel his blood rushing to his cock. He sighs and gathers his stuff into his bag, gathering hers as well and hoisting them over his shoulder. "Where do you think we're going? We have 20 minutes left," Y/n laughs, a little smugness in her voice. He snatches her wrist, pulling her with him. "Should have thought of that before you called me that, Baby."

Her knees go weak- literally. He has to come back for her and guide her hips through the doors to lead her to his jeep. "Fuck- all weak for me already," He groans low into her ear. Her stomach flips when he says this. "Be patient, dollface." She hurries into his jeep, wanting to get his hands on her body as soon as possible. He opens the door for her and then runs to the driver's seat.

The ride was silent, Stiles' hand on her thigh close to her heat. He feels the warmth, and he restrains himself, knowing he will get to it when he gets to his house. She wiggles her hips a bit and he glances at her. She sat biting her lip watching him drive. His hand on the steering wheel was white-knuckling. She leans toward him- more specifically toward his waist. "Would you be mad if I sucked you in here?"

"Would I be mad if you- no I wouldn't be-" Y/n cuts him off by untying his sweats. "Oh, fuck-" He moans as the jeep swerves.

"Focus on the fucking road, Stiles," Y/n demands.

"Yes, Ma'am," Stiles squeaks. She could hear the smirk, she didn't have to see it. He situates his hips, his hard-on being shoved in her face.

She laughs and pulls him out. She admires his length for a bit. It was bigger and better than she thought it would be. It looked like he groomed his pubes, they were nice and curly at the end of his shaft- like he had a routine for it. She licked from the bottom to his tip. He twitches when her tongue comes in contact with his tip. She kisses it, her tongue then sliding along the slit. "Fuck, Princess."

She spits onto her hand a few times, wanting as much lubrication as she could get. She then sucks him, her hand twisting at the bottom of shift what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She loves this. She wanted to do this for years. She wanted to use him as a pacifier when she was upset, and now she finally could. All because she was on the top of the most attractive list at Beacon Hills.

Y/n hums on his cock, the vibration going through him. He swerves a bit, trying his best to keep his eyes open to focus on the road. But her mouth felt so well- This was the first sexual act they'd had- how in the world would they top this? Now he really felt like he could bust at any moment. His hips twitched, thrusting a bit into her mouth. His tip hits the back of her throat and she gags. "That hurt," she pouts.

"Shh, baby, you can take it," He groans as his hand pats her hair. Y/n moaned at the sound of his voice. All of a sudden the car stops. "As much as I love that slutty mouth of yours, I want you spread out for me on my bed," He moans graciously.

Y/n gets out of the car quickly. In a flash, she was by his door opening it for him. He was shoving his dick back into his pants. Y/n pulls him out by the collar of his shirt, shutting the car door behind him as he is dragged to his house. Luckily there was no other car there, meaning that Noah was at work. "For once, I'm glad that Noah isn't here," she sighed.

"Same," Siles agrees. He then twirls her around to face him, picking her up by the thighs. He enters the house, kicking the door behind him, and carries her to his room. He throws her on her bed, shredding himself from his flannel. Then he pulls her to the edge, his face so close to his. "Can I kiss you now? I've been holding back since you asked me to be your fake boyfriend..." Stiles says, his voice so low it makes her wetter.

She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him in. In a yelp he kisses back, his mouth exploring hers. Gosh... He tasted better than she ever would have thought. She could even taste the gum he had in earlier that day.

Y/n was the first to release the kiss, sliding down onto her knees. She quickly pulls his length out, faster than he could recollect. His pants fall to his ankles, along with his boxers. She leaves a kiss on his dick that was dripping precum from how hard it was. "Gosh," He moans as his head falls back. "Just like that, Angel."

Her pussy flutters at the praise. Never would have she thought that she liked praise so much. Nor would she ever thought she would have sucked her crush-of-13-years' dick. The rhythm of her bopping was slow. It had him gripping her hair, his hand going along with the movement as she did so.

"Fuckin' Love your cock, Sti-"

"Less talking more sucking," Stiles demands. She obeys, going back to sucking his girth. Her rhythm was a bit quicker as she sucked harder on him. She stares into his eyes and he moans loudly in response. She was caught off guard at something warm hitting the back of her throat. "Fuck- Princess..." he moans, sounding like a breathy whimper. "Your mouth is amazing- Come here," He pulls her up. She still hadn't swallowed his cum so he was surprised at the thick liquid on her tongue. "My dirty girl- Tricked me into tasting my cum," Stiles growls. "Strip for me," He takes a step back, pulling his own shirt off and watching her obey.

All while she strips she stares into his eyes, multiplying the sexual tension by a hundred. "You're under my lure, baby. You realize you're going to want to fuck me every time you kiss me, don't you?" Y/n purrs. Stiles pushes her down, his hand holding her waist down as he opens her legs. His face was in front of her panties-covered cunt.

"Oh, darling... I want to fuck you regardless..." He tugs on the hem of her underwear. She nods and he pulls it off.

"Get used to it being amplified, Honey. You're stuck with me..."

He leaves a long lick on her clit, the flat of his tongue grazing against the bundle of nerves. His needy hands massage her thick thighs. It oddly comforted her. He hums in response, sending the vibrations through her delicious cunt. "My Stiles," She moans, her hands gripping his hair. He winks at her, silently approving her words.

Her eyes could barely stay open. The pleasure was just too much for her. He smacks the side of her thigh lightly, making her eyes snap open. "Eyes on me, pretty girl." His tongue goes back to her clit, his lips occasionally sucking on it.

"Mmgh- Stiles- I'm-"

His fingers were at her entrance. They teased her before dipping into her. Her head falls back into a scream, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her with more fingers. He was one step ahead of her, adding another finger. The stretch was perfect for her, his long thick fingers were way better than her fingers could ever reach.

Before she could even finish he pulled off of her. He kisses her hard and fast. It was sensual, but everything but sweet. It was needy, demanding more of what she gave him so easily. He needed her, and he needed her more. And he needed all of her.

His dick was so painfully hard it was throbbing. He noticed- but he did not care. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to remember every small detail so he could use it when he was alone at the dusk of night.

His face now hovers over her cunt that was spread out for him. He places her legs over her shoulder, now hovering over. "Saw this position in a video once," He murmurs.

"Yeah? Maybe we can watch some videos together sometime... and practice the positions."

Stiles' eyes widen, his breath caught in the wind. He gulps, "Yeah-Yeah- of course, we can. But for now I really want to feel you, Angel," he begs. His cock was already pressed against her entrance. She nodded, tapping his bicep so he could get the point.

"Just fuck me already, Sti, stop being gentle-AH," She was cut off with his dick shoving into her. She was already a moaning mess and he wasn't even moving, allowing her to adjust to his big size. She grinds her hips against him, trying to get some type of friction.

"If I move now, it's gonna hurt, angel."

"I don't care, just move," She whines. He moves at an agonizingly slow pace, wanting to be his usual self and tease her.

"Stiles," she laughs. "Stop being a fucking smartass." At that, his thrusts were almost brutal. There was a slight pain, but it was mostly pleasure.

"Don't call me that when I can split you in two, baby," Stiles moans. His cock moves fast inside her, hitting every spot that made her feel like she was soaring through space amongst the stars. "Such a fuckin' dirty girl... All spread out for her fake boyfriend... Teasing all the other boys what they could never have... Only I can have you... Only me, baby, just me." His dirty words were mostly for himself, but she didn't argue. It was the hottest thing he'd ever said yet.

Y/n screams for him, her hands gripping onto something- which happened to be her thighs that were pressed against her chest. "I'm gonna-"

Stiles cuts her off with a loud growl. "Don't you fucking dare!" He kisses her neck hard, leaving a mark. It was hard for her to hold back, her nails digging into her thighs. "Tell me you're my girlfriend, baby, then you can cum," He whimpers. Y/n's vision faded with pleasure when he said this. Fuck this was so hot...

"You're fucking me and now you ask me to date you? Of course-"

Stiles once again cut her off. This time it was a kiss. Thank the universe for Y/n being flexible. But he couldn't kiss her properly so he moved her legs around his waist, his thrust continuing after he did so. "My good little girl... Love her pussy- It's my pussy now. Belongs to me-"

"Please let me-" She moves her hands to his back, her nails digging into it deliciously.

"You can cum when say what I wanted you to say," His thrusts slow a bit, becoming a tad bit sloppy. It only makes it harder for her to hold the upcoming orgasm off. She felt like she was going to explode with the utmost pleasure that she could ever experience.

"I'm your girlfriend, Stiles- I'm yours, only yours to use and to touch."

Stiles kisses her forehead. "Cum for me, baby... Be my good girl and cum."

The pleasure was too much for her. Her body shakes with the best orgasm that she's ever had. He moves into her to help her orgasm, then pulls out at the last second and releases on her stomach. "Fuck- oh my-," he moans as he finishes.

He kisses her, cupping her face and pulling her hair out of her face. "Such a beautiful girl for me." He picks her up, carrying her to the bathroom. He does something while she sits on the counter. He comes back to her with a washcloth and cleans her up. "You okay, angel?" He asks toward his orgasm-dazed girlfriend. She nods slowly and pulls him into a hug.

"Can we have shower sex?" Y/n asks in a hushed voice. He smirks and carries her to the shower, turning the water on.

"Does that answer your question?" Stiles asks before littering her back with kisses.

[loganswdc]

I'm pretty sure that they pitted both Alex and Logan so early because they were trying to undercut the Astons and then got stuck in a DRS train. They were also said to be struggling between choosing between a two or three stop race and kept going back and forth on what they wanted to do. James also said that their pace was worse than qualifying due to the hot weather.

I was generally under the guise of Logan not being able to manage his tires well? I'm kinda confused now, but id love it if it was true! Do you have any specific races where he did manage his tires well?

Also, I'm kinda annoyed at Williams whole "switching out race engineers" thing they have going on, like I get how they want to give them rest, but when you see your drivers literally struggling with their race engineers every other race.... Like it was Alex this race getting mad at his engineer and I'm pretty sure Logan in Monaco during Qualifying or Free practice with his.

hiya !! thank you for letting me know about them pitting logan and alex early because they planned on undercutting the aston’s ,, i was not aware of that !! you learn something new everyday :)

and them struggling to choose between a two or three stop race is so frustrating 😭 like no wonder alex was upset over the radio ,, if you don't know how you should manage your tyres because of shaky tyre strategy , then you don't know what to do !!

as for logan with his tyre management , i'd say it's been getting MUCH better than it was before , hence why i said that he's been managing them well . i'd say the races his good management is really seen , both from looking how he performed during the race and managed the tyres and afterwards looking at data surrounding tyre degradation are: silverstone ; imola , his tyre deg according to the data was lower than most of the field ; miami also wasn't the worst , definitely better than prior races !! ; china his tyre management was good on the hards ,, for some reason this man HATES medium tyres ; and in austria it was the same as in china , he did REALLY good on the hards but the medium tyres were not his friend . i'd also add that he did pretty good in saudi with managing his tyres

overall what i've noticed with his tyre management is that he seems to be really good with managing hard tyres when comparing to the rest of the field , and he's also not too bad with managing soft tyres ! but then he gets mediums and he rips through them like a mad-man 😭

a HUGE thank you to @k-pevensie28 for helping me out with finding all this !! i seriously could not have done this without her help: THANK YOU !!! she is an absolute angel and life-saver . you're amazing k , thank you for drowning in research with me <3

and i agree with the engineers thing !! i understand why they do it , and honestly good on williams for giving members of their team breaks so they can spend time with their families and rest . but at the same time ,, it can get really frustrating with the drivers because all of the sudden they have a new engineer that they're unfamiliar with and it just causes chaos . and that especially goes for when it's yk the first race with a new engineer , having to figure out a completely new dynamic must genuinely get so frustrating . i feel for them both , honestly .

also , to everyone reading -- please feel free to correct me on the info about logan's tyres if i got something wrong or you want to add something !! i'll be sure to do so :)

[thrawns-babygirl]

Spicy Crosshair HC's

Some random thots I had that I wanted to subject the internet to. I proofread these but let me know if anything doesn't make sense. As usual 18+ Minors DNI!!! let me know what you think and send some asks or messages if there is anything that you wanna read. I'm just screaming into the void at this point because I'm violently horny for fictional men

Warnings: Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Weapons Kink, Dom/Sub, Pain Play. I tired to keep it entirely GN so let me know if I slipped up at all.

This first one is basically not even a headcanon its just canon, I think we can all agree that Cross has an oral fixation. He LOVES going down on you. Time and location don’t matter if he can get on his knees for you he absolutely will. Also loves sucking on your nipples or fingers as well, anything he can get his mouth on.

Hardcore Dom Crosshair is hot af, but what about bratty switch Crosshair you have to wrestle submission from? It’s not an all the time thing, and he definitely prefers being the dom in the bedroom, but every now and then he will let you take the reins after making you fight for them and absolutely destroy him until he’s a panting mess on his bunk.

While he’s on top, he absolutely has a praise kink. Hearing how well his cock makes you feel is a drug to him that he cant get enough of. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel so good, pulling all those sounds from you while his hips piston you into next week has him hurling towards his end faster than he would ever admit. When he’s on the bottom however? Absolutely adores being called horrid names. He’s a little slut and he knows it, and he LOVES being reminded of that fact.

Specifics:

Overstimulation: This man absolutely has a superiority/competency complex and will take any chance he gets to remind you of that fact by making you cum more times than you’re physically able to. Gruff whispers of “come on you can give me one more, can’t you?” and “That’s it no one else’s cock can make you feel this good can they? Come on answer me” accompany the drag of his length through your walls. He however, also adores being overstimulated by you. Watching you gag on his cock after he’s already spilled in your mouth while the line between pain and pleasure is blurring is a massive turn on for him.

Masochism: On that note, he loves a bit of pain play. From your nails raking across his scalp or down his back in an intense session, to impact play while he’s the sub for the night, pain makes his cock impossibly harder. Sometimes while you’re seated on top of him you can dig your nails into his chest and feel his cock twitch and throb inside you as you run your nails down his chest leaving thin red lines in their wake.

Weapons/Gun Kink: The most important possession he owns, literally means the difference between life and death for his squad out on the field, its his calling in life, the reason he was created. So watching you get off with it? Grinding on the barrel or having it inside you is a sight he can’t get enough of.  

Praise Kink/Degradation Kink: Depending on his mood or the scene, this man either wants to be praised for his magnificent cock and performance or he wants to be told he’s good for nothing other than his cock messing up your insides. It’s a bit of a coin flip on any given day, but a good mix of the two sends him into another dimension of pleasure. He wants to be your perfect living dildo.

[refriedrambles]

Tis I a fledgling writer still wet behind the ears shivering and weeping as I crawl out of the back of an oh so tired and confused creature with more knowledge and "talent" in other field. On odd sort of birth.

So often am I tempted to crawl back into my hole and let this fledging rot and decay before I even have a chance to finish anything at all.

On occasion I do. And I'm the bigger creature as the fledging rots again. And I'm tired and confused, but occasionally I stir and create and for the longest time it was bland and unsatisfying. I hated it. Making. So I didn't. I just lay down and invite decay.

And it come. But this me was too big too devour, before I'd stir again. Months. Years at a time didn't degrade this me to the point of failure.

I'd draw. And I'd draw some more. And I'd never really finish anything but I still drew. This me would get bigger and better with every attempt. Would slowly digest information from the outside, usually unsure of how to make use of it, but picking up bits and pieces here and there nonetheless.

But I didn't just want to draw despite the need I felt. The need I feel. I want to make. And my drawings felt lifeless because I didn't know how.

And so the rotting gooey and feeble fledging, the nagging presence in my back, always there, never unnoticed, would attempt it's birth once again. Sputtering and choking on each breath of air.

I hated it. I hated both. For years. For more then a decade.

Fueled by ancient praise from a teacher I can't remember even slightly. Hair, face, skin, frame deleted totally from my mind, over written by more "important" information. As I held the shittiest drawing of classmate a kindergarten could make. Expecting nothing, but wanting to show nonetheless.

Fueled by tiny senses of accomplishment I caught from drawings on occasion. Always reeling me back despite the hopelessness lack of progress and growth I saw. The always present inconsistency. The inability to make anything look alive.

My mom enlightening me to the fact that yes, I could write write on the computer as a dumb idiot grade schooler. Spurring, for the first time, that fledgling to emerge from that spot it's been stirring in for oh so long. Despite my trouble with speech from my forward jutting teeth. Despite my inability to spell and the sickening whispers of a learning disability from the adults around me. Too good for read 180. Too bad for normal classes.

Always starting with A's or B's at the start of a year when reviewing old material falling to F's at the end as I burnt out from everything. Never having enough. Always being saddled with too much. Being moved from place to place. Abandoned. By my own choice, not wanting to lose the one adult left that seemed to unconditionally love me. Being sure they were going to die in my absence. Abandoned. But being surrounded by people, different people and that person, who loved me as broken and damaged and damaging as they were.

Somehow becoming demonspawn in her home.

And that fledge rot. The bigger creature rot. Everything decayed.

Yet the laughable hope that one day I would write. And I'd draw too. Make a comic a perfect balance of the too creatures. That remained.

And now the bigger me the artistic creature still confused and tried squeals in delight at every creation. Months of brute forcing myself through the bad, the awful, the failures and letting them go allowing for this shift.

Now the fledgling me wants so badly to crawl back into that hole. To the safety in the rot. But delights at the crude half cobbled together creations at it feet as I make them. But faltering all the same.

I try to let this me grow. But its so small and weak and collapsing under it's own weight I struggle to keep from that hole. Despite how that little fledgling me brings an undeniable life to the creations the bigger me makes.

I want this me to grow too.

[troublesh00terfaery]

Baby I need a part two for danger lusting you can’t leave me hanging like that I want that reward 😩😩

❗❗BELOW 18+ PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. THIS WORK IS NSFW. ❗❗

Hello again, loves! I apologize for being inactive because I was busy with matters regarding school and academics (being a college student is just so tiring LMFAO) I wasn't expecting the first part to actually blow up and just wanted to leave it like that but I saw all of your comments, messages, reblogging stuff and I decided to actually make a part two as soon as I finished my stuff from school. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so so much! Cheers to my 58 follower count! <3

If you haven't read the first part, here's the link! DANGER LUSTING (Pt. 1)

Tags: AFAB READER, CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! Gojo as your teacher (holy shit , i mean yeah? why not?) cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia, voyeurism, dumb fucking (yeah, i had to) dom!Mentor Gojo x sub!Student reader, a bit of degrading (come on, what's smut if we don't have this even a little bit of degrading?) shower sex, lavatory sink fucking (YEAH), mirror sex, hand job, blow job, throat fucking, face fucking, oral sex, rough sex, praising (you deserve it.), age gap (he's your mentor) I think that's it?

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It has been two weeks now since the said trip of your instructor and mentor, Gojo Satoru. As what you've heard he's at Kyoto doing some 'sorcerers' job or whatever that stuff was. And it has been also two weeks ever since that interaction you had with him.

Up until now, the interaction somewhat drove you either flustered, unfocused, or even tired. Were you flustered because of how he talked to you that day? That made you feel dizzy as you recalled the little sinful imaginations you had with him? Were you unfocused because of what he told you to do and what he promised? Thinking about it, you cannot help but to have the urge to ask him what he meant by the reward. Was it something special? A V.I.P reward perhaps? Or were you tired of subconsciously waiting for THAT reward.

Augh fine damn it, for fucks sake. Rolling your eyes, you quickly took your phone, scrolled through the message history and found his name.

Now that you realized that you were about to message him, hesitancy struck you. Messaging your mentor meant that you only were thinking about it the whole time not realizing that you're actually doing the opposite as to what he requested: for you to learn and practice more as a jujutsu sorcerer. You felt the rush of nervousness as reality struck you, it made you also realize that you've been slacking off for the past few days and now, you won't even know when he's coming back.

"I bet he's gonna be so disappointed if he doesn't see any improvements--" As you gather your thoughts and pick up your newly laundry track pants a knock interrupted you followed by a familiar voice.

"Hey, Y/N." It was Megumi, knocking patiently.

"Girl you better hurry up," Of course it was the energetic Nobara who was the opposite of Megumi.

"Calm down, she's probably asleep." The raven-haired male shushed her down.

"Hey Y/N do you wanna come with us? We're going to eat outside, probably just rest for today." Itadori's cheerful voice never fails to make you smile. "The seniors are also coming with us,"

As much as you wanted to join them with their fun, you have to sacrifice this day for you to at least improve on your field. It was awfully painful to not be with them but you have to satisfy him.

Am I doing this for myself or for his satisfaction? You questioned yourself. I'm actually doing this for myself, to improve. Nothing more. To improve, learn, be strong, and show my capabilities.

"I'm sorry guys I'm a bit dizzy as of the moment, I'll try to catch up with you later." You faked a weak voice and groaning. "You guys have fun,"

"Are okay? Do you need some medicine?" Nobara started to knock the door slowly. "Is it the time of the month again?"

"What time of the month?" You heard Itadori's wondering voice. He's probably scratching his head and looking at Megumi with a clueless look while Megumi on the other hand, simply sighed. Megumi has a step sister, quite the same age as him and they have been living together. Hence, he's aware of what Nobara meant. He feels a bit embarrassed to say it to Itadori so he just looked away and pretended he doesn't know a thing.

"N-no, I think it's just a headache." You lied, once again. "A sleep or a nap will do,"

"Okay then, you better call us if you need anything or something happens. I'll deadass whoop your ass and I'm not lying!" Nobara raised her tone and later on pursed her lips. "Holy shit I shouldn't be mad, it's not healthy for the skin!"

"Just tell us, Y/N. If you need food or anything, leave a us a call or message us." Itadori started to walk. "Take care, Y/N! I hope you get well soon," Megumi followed Yuuji so as Nobara. Their small talks slowly fading as they passed and went out.

You waited until minutes have already passed, sure enough that they were outside the institution. You quickly got out of your room and rushed towards the area where the students would usually practice.

You started off with a short exercise beforehand and proceeding to your task, not letting loose of your objective: become stronger.

While you kept yourself busy under the heat of the sun, the white-haired mentor was bored and it showed unto his actions.

"Gojo, can't you sit properly?" Utahime's irritated voice made Gojo smile. It was pretty obvious that they were sitting stupid and just listen as to what they are told for a couple of times already. "Keep your legs off the table!"

"Come on Hime-chan, it's quite boring. Can't you tell? Even Mei Mei herself feels sleepy with this random bullshit meeting," his lips pursed while he pointed out at Mei Mei who simply rested her chin on the back of her palm while her eyes were closed.

"Do not drag me to your random bullshit, Gojo."

"You're no fun anyway,"

Gojo snickered while he tried annoying the two ladies to kill sometime. Honestly speaking, he would have preferred roaming around the city of Kyoto and buy-- or should I say hoard-- random stuff he sees than sit here. He would have loved spending his time watching his students achieve and get stronger every single day. And speaking of students, it was not strange that it was YOU whom Gojo thought at first.

Gojo leaned on his chair comfortably as he tried to get rid of the thought of you.

Christ, does this woman know when not to show up? Gojo thought. To him, it was impossible to get rid of the sudden thought of you. He avoided the things that would have reminded him of you because as we know, he would have teleported from Kyoto to the institution in Tokyo just to see you. Distracting himself, he stood up and decided to go outside of the meeting room wherein that crappy meeting was held.

"Oi, Satoru you're not allowed to go yet! Dumbass idiot come back here!" Utahime raised her voice with an agitated tone. She stood up and steam was coming out from her ears. "Hey! Stupid!"

"Leave him be, Utahime. That man is a pain in the ass,"

Gojo left the room. There was no need of his presence, they don't need to halt the meeting just because he wasn't around.

"Fucking hell." Gojo murmurs. There was this big urge of him to just see you. It was so strong that he himself was sure that could just close his eyes and right away, he's in the place you were and it was something he would do. Right now.

He was already speculating as to where might you be. He didn't want to just appear so sudden however he wanted to surprise you. Probably if you were with the team, he would also surprise them. Sliding his long slender fingers into his left pocket, he picked up his phone, opened it and went through his contacts. Scrolling through the names and finding Megumi's cellphone number.

I want to see her.

Fucking stop. What are you doing to me?

Fuck.

He immediately went to the corner and dialed Megumi.

"Come on, answer." He whispered. He wasn't sure what he was even doing but he wanted to know what were you guys doing and not long, the student answered his call.

"Hello." Megumi greeted with a monotone voice.

"Yooo Megu-chan~" Gojo on the other hand greeted him the polar opposite of what Megumi greeted him. "Why so cold? Someone pissed you off?"

"Tsk, what is it Gojo-sensei?"

Gojo liked how Megumi is straight up sometimes. Gojo smiled and let his back rest unto the cold wall. "See, I called you to know about your progress while I'm here in Kyoto. How's it?"

"We're doing fine, we've been practicing for the past few days since you were gone. We're doing good without you." Megumi joked but kept his monotone voice.

"Megu-chan it hurts you know," Gojo faked a sob before snickering. "And?"

"We're out today with our seniors. We decided to have a small get together and rest. Y/N isn't with us, she said she's sick. She told us she'll be resting."

"Oh," hearing you sick made him frown. "Alright, take care. Just be prepared because I'll be coming anytime." He did a smug face before Megumi decided to end the call.

He couldn't stop thinking of you getting sick. It was just so sudden. He sure was updated with the current weather and the forecast as well. Maybe you overworked? He knows you too damn well you'd either overwork yourself out or be a lazy princess who hasn't started any progress yet. Still wandering what caused you to be sick, he used his ability to teleport to where he desires. He was at first unsure where it is but he teleported to the near dormitories of the students. Slowly, he started to walk towards your room.

He wondered if you were there, sleeping peacefully while you tried to recover whatever you were feeling. He knocked once. No answer. He knocked twice. Still no answer. Finally knocking thrice yet still no answer.

"She must be asleep then huh? At least she's resting." But knew he could have just teleported inside your room but he respected you. He wouldn't want you to see him as disrespectful mentor. No, he wouldn't risk it because he knew he wanted you close he is trying to be careful but wanted to bend some rules. It was a dangerous act but he knows what he wants and he will get a hold of it.

Little did he know you were at the quadrangle area, practicing your skills that you failed to improve while your mentor was gone. It was frustrating at your part and you did blame yourself from slacking off. You've only started a while yet felt tired.

"What's wrong with me?" You mumbled as you sat down on the grass, trying to catch your breath.

And then suddenly, your thoughts on him creeps inside your head.

Not again. You thought. But since you were resting, you let it slowly eat your thoughts up. It was embarrassing to be honest, so fazed when you’re thinking about this mentor simply seducing you. You're in a public space, thinking not-so-holy acts and trying to keep up with a stern face.

But you're alone.

So? what if I'm alone?

Let yourself dwell with the thoughts, idiot.

But we can do that in my room.

Your room is far. Bitch stop yapping and just get lost to it.

You could already hear your inner self scream at you. But it's true. You let yourself drown into the thought of him again. You wonder what he's been doing in Kyoto by now. He's probably pissing off others for his own gain.

Does he think about me?

Of course, he does. He always did and it wasn’t the holiest.

Your let yourself lay flat on the ground and close your eyes. Come to think of it, you're basically so touch starved you don't even realize it. You just long for it, you want that touch. A touch so sensual you'll get lost. You know your wants and needs but what about the deepest needs? The hunger that you keep hidden.

You know it yourself. You want the reward and you want to have a reward beyond the REWARD. Whilst thinking about it, you pressed your legs together. Your hand slowly going to the strap of your sports bra and fix it.

This is gonna be a long day.

The mentor on the other hand, thought about just letting you sleep and just surprise his students whom he hasn't spent the time with for a couple of days. And oh no, he hasn't forgot about the reward. How could he not forget? He only wanted to give you that reward, not to them. He was excited to see both the progress of his students and your progress alone. The male decided to spend his day at the quadrangle area where he mostly spent time with his students. He liked the area whether it was full with students or just the empty and the stillness of nature.

When the male arrived at the area he wanted to be, it almost choked him when he saw the familiar person who was laying down the grass.

Y/N? No, she’s sick. Can’t be.

He lowered his sunglasses and looked again.

Fuck. It is her.

No wonder you weren't hearing his knocks is because you were here, laying down. He wasn't even sure what on earth you were doing but seeing you just lay there made him weak.

It's back again. This fucking feeling. Burning red. Scorching desire. So so oh so fucking sinful.

Get a fucking hold of yourself, check her out. Gojo scolded himself and it wasn't long when the teacher approached you. Like a hunter, observing its prey from a far then slowly approaching it. And then he was there, just a few feet away from you. Then there was something he noticed...

And just when they said she’s sick.

You were so busy of thinking about it. Him simply taking over you, your body, senses, and everything about you. You wanted him to give you that reward but you doubt he'd give it to you. You were being a lazy student and he wasn't the type to be easily persuaded.

Just the sight of you pressing your legs together was enough shit for Gojo to speak up.

At least I get to fuck him in my head. You thought. The desire to touch yourself in a public space was so horrifying and absolutely embarrassing. Not only that, it was dangerous.

"Hmm, what's this?" Gojo let both of his hands into his pockets and spoke in soft yet teasing manner. "Enjoying your rest much?"

Holy fucking shit. That voice. You knew it was him. It was him. He's here and you're lying on the grass like that? But you felt a bit drunk from the thought and decided to stay like that.

"Sensei..." You slowly tilted your head to face him. Flushed cheeks and ear, and lips cherry red. "... I'm sorry for slacking off,"

Gojo smiled, lowering his glasses to gaze at you.

"And what was the reason you were slacking off?"

I am ready to pass away. I am so sorry Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi. To my Seniors as well, I am very sorry for immediately disappearing because I was being a lazy bitch. Your inner self already seems to be ready at the sight of your own funeral.

Looking away, you didn't really want to tell this man you weren't putting effort on your mastery was because of thinking too much about his deal. "I... W-well I-"

Gojo seemed to be more and more amused as you try to hide away your flustered face. His smile slowly faded as his authority as a mentor took over him.

"Look at me Y/N." He said in a stern tone. "When you talk to me you face me."

Immediately you didn't even hesitate to turn around as soon as he spoke. You felt scared yet there was this another feeling rather than being scared. Weird.

"Megumi told me about their progress and they're proud as to their skills sharpening while I was gone. Yet here you are, only making efforts when I'm back I see?" He stood properly looking up directly to the sky. "Stand up."

And you did.

"Tell me, what were you doing these past few days while I was gone?"

"I was feeling sick-"

"Do not lie to me. You won't like it when I get mad, Y/N." It was getting intense. There was a brief silence between you and him. The wind was howling as it dragged a warm brush against your skin. "Tell me."

You didn't have a choice. Of course, the cliche line 'I would rather die than tell him what I was doing' kicked in but you didn't want to anger him. He wasn't the nicest when angered. All you had to do was to be an honest student. Isn't it easy? You just have to tell him you were distracted from what he said.

"I..." Heaving a sigh, you looked down and felt your cheeks heat up again. "...I was distracted."

"About?"

Was it about my reward? Wait, MY? of course it was about that darn reward of yours, asshole.

Gojo wondered but he didn't speak. He wished for you to speak up, maybe it was different from what he was expecting but it would be better to let your thoughts out to keep you focused.

"About-" just do it. Say it. You don't have to rationalize everything. He's your mentor and he's gonna help you. "It was about your reward,"

"Oh?"

So she was really thinking about it? Hmm, I wonder why?

"I keep thinking about it that I didn't realize that I was already leaving my responsibilities as well, I was curious, okay?" You looked at him with red cheeks. It will probably one of the most embarrassing moments in your life but who cares? It was just between you and your dear mentor.

Don't look at me like that. Fucks sake.

"I wanted to know what the reward was about. Is it a food? Perhaps a dinner treat with the four us?" Your words kept coming out and there's no way you would stop any moment unless he interrupts you with a question.

"You're getting worked up huh," Gojo leaned forward, enough for him to be at level of your ear. He blew a thin sir towards your right ear which of course, made so flustered and ticklish. Using both your palms, you pressed it against his shoulder trying to push him away but it was useless. Little did you know that you were already lured in his trap.

"You don't deserve the reward, doll."

"Yes." It was a surprising that you were so quick to answer. However, you knew that you didn't deserve it nor worthy of even receiving it. You lowered your head down and heaving a heavy sigh. Still there was a part of you that you were holding on to your hopes that he would just at least tell you what it was all about. "But would you mind to tell me what it is?"

Gojo stood there, rather than surprised, he actually was expecting this question to be asked. He knew you are an intelligent girl. He lowered his glasses, gazing at you from above. He couldn't help but to notice your round and plump mounds that your sports bra lovely hugged its form.

"Want me to show you it to you instead?" Your mentor walked behind you, lowered his torso until it was enough for him to rest his chin on your right shoulder. His actions made you stiff, it wasn't normal of him to do this hence it was new to you but it somehow felt that you want to indulge yourself more into this. Your body failed to rejected your orders to stay away from him.

"Wouldn't you want that?" It was a soft whisper, so alluring you swore that you felt like you're drunk.

"Please," it was the only word that you could've thought of.

And just like that, in a blink of an eye, you were already in your room. You were so pressed against his body that you we're not aware that you were already at your room. You knew he was capable of such, heck. He's Gojo motherfucking Satoru.

Sloppy and lustful kisses made you feel so dizzy. He pressed you hard against the cold wall of your room making you shiver from the sudden cold contact against your skin and a soft groan escaping from your mouth. His hands were roaming around your body, from skimming your arms to grabbing a palm full of your bouncy ass cheeks.

"Sensei-" You arched your back from the new sensation. Was this his reward? Surely it is. The tension between you two was overwhelming that it felt hot. "I feel hot, Sensei," you mewled, breaking the sloppy and messy kiss.

"Oh?" Gojo used his thumb to press it against your plump and wet lips.

The things you fucking do to me. He said to himself while he felt a delicious yet painful hardness between his legs. He's so turned on that it felt painful. Mentioning that you feel hot, he looked to his left to see your bathroom open. "Take off your shoes and be patient,"

Without hesitation, you quickly abide to him. By simply doing so, Gojo realized that you were so good and submissive to him. Both of your excitement and curiosity taking over wildly. After following his orders, he quickly pressed his soft lips against yours whilst guiding you towards the bathroom. As the both of you reached the small bathroom, the smell of your shampoo intoxicated him. He knew it was you, the sweet, innocent, but so fucking seductive scent that lingers around the bathroom.

It was getting sloppier and sloppier as time passed by. Gojo didn't even hesitate to press you against the cold wall again, his left knee parting both your legs, enough for him to tease your aching pussy against his muscular and toned legs. He then ran both of his large calloused palms to your ass cheeks giving it a nice grip making you whimper.

He was so thirsty getting a hold of you and now he's finally having it and he won't be so nice, considering this would be a PUNISHMENT.

"Oh please..." You broke off the kiss as you felt the friction on your clothed pussy against his thigh. "Please, please, please..."

Deliciously addicting, you helplessly held into his shoulder while your hips slowly grinded on his muscular and toned thighs. It was getting hot again and Gojo couldn't stand the heat either.

"Don't grind yourself like that with clothes on, strip." It was an order but you were so fucking busy grinding yourself like that. The white-haired mentor was impressed to see how of a thirsty slut you are.

"Doll, I said strip." Griping on your waist he stopped you from grinding, the frustration was evident on your face. "Have you forgotten? this isn't a reward. You disobeyed me again," and there, his hands ripped your sports bra like a paper and his fingers skimming through the waistband of your pants and the thin hem of your underwear as he dragged it down to your ankles, his body following the lowering of his hands. He left nothing.

You're now naked in front of him. Everything about you is to be praised and glorified, he thought. He loved everything about you from head to toe and he's willing to mark it as his. His. The sight of you like that drove him mad drunk.

"Toru, I feel hot..."

"Hmm? Yeah? My baby feels hot?" Pressing his lips against your soft things, he started to give it light kisses and little licks to stimulate you. The action made you whimper in pure pleasure. You hand gripping through his smooth platinum white hair as he left kisses unto it.

He kissing your thighs like it was one of the holiest things he had ever touched. He then left marks all over it, marking it as his, he might be an asshole but he surely loved the view of his mark on your thighs.

Soooo fucking hot.

"Toru please, 'm feeling hot," you dragged him to another sloppy kiss and then taking him to the shower where you turned on the shower. The cold water coming from it made you shiver. But it wasn't enough to make your knees weak as he broke the kiss just to take off his clothes that is soaked wet with the water.

It was a view that you felt another heartbeat coming from your aching cunt. Deliciously aching from the need of attention. You didn't want to rush either, you wanted to savor the moment of watching him undress. But the strong urge for you to be the one to take his pants off was evident the next thing you knew was you were possessed of the thought. The action you executed made the mentor grin.

You instantly knelt, ran your fingers to both his waistband and hem of his pants and slowly pulled it down. Your ass cheeks rested on the back of your ankles and your hands resting on both of your things, a submissive gesture that made Gojo let out a low and sexy chuckle.

His hard erection sprung out and revealed its long and thick cock. It was veiny, throbbing and a white yet thick fluid dropped from its tip. The sight itself was mesmerizing yet terrorizing you at the same time. The size was no joke and you wondered, This? This will fit me?

"So impatient, aren't we?" Gojo let out a low chuckle, resting his large calloused left palm on your hair and gently stroking it.

"Big..." You gulped once again. You didn't know where to start.

Should you I use my lips? Hands? My whole mouth?

"Yes, baby." Gojo cooed and continued to gently stroke your hair. "Go on, I'm not the nicest when I'm impatient." He looked down at you, admiring at the view of you being so innocent and startled.

So cute that I want to ruin her so fucking bad. Gojo smiled at the thought when suddenly your lovely lips gently pressed against his thick head, giving it small kisses. Gentle pecks roamed his tip and your hand slowly stroking his cock moving up and down.

Then comes the movement of your tongue. Teasing the tip with gentle flicks before you actually licked his length from his balls to his tip again. The ministrations of yours made Gojo so fucking fixated yet impatient at the same time. He wasn't going to be nice today, knowing that you disobeyed his orders.

"Open your mouth," he gave his order and raised your chin. You obeyed like a little kitten and widely opened your mouth. He was also grinning at you being so obedient. "How come your being an obedient little slut but can't do your simple task, hmm?"

He slowly slid his cock into your mouth, his right hand guiding his length and his other having a tight grip on your wet that is now soaking wet from the water coming out from the shower. Gladly, the water wasn't directly soaking you since Gojo's back was there to shield you from the running water. He pushed his dick even further until his fucking thick tip pressed itself against the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuckkk" Gojo moaned from the delicious feeling. It was so warm inside your mouth and it even added up to the pleasure when you groaned from the burning and painful sensation.

He didn't hesitate to push your head front and back with the use of both of his palms on the side of your head, your head guiding the movements of his painful ministrations. Your hand rested on both of his hands, trying to tell him to be gentle but he was too absorbed at your mouth like pussy. He started off with a slow and sensual pace and not long enough he let the pleasure get the best of him. He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he harshly pushed his cock in and out of your mouth.

"T-Toru!" You groaned, the actions he made was enough for you to squirm. You felt yourself dripping wet from it, wanting to be fucked so bad. Your other hand left his arm and dragged it towards your aching pulse, leaving light touches.

"What's this, already wanting for more?" He stopped from moving your head as he saw you lightly play with yourself and instead buried it deep to your throat. It made you squirm in pain yet the male felt the opposite. Your saliva was dripping out from your mouth as well as your tears. He liked how he felt when your warm mouth was around his cock, saliva wetting his cock as you choked on it.

Your touching were getting faster and faster yet Gojo won't let you cum with just that. He slowly pulled out his shaft from your warm mouth and stroked it. He raised your head let his hot cock rest unto your pretty face with a smile. "Get up, and go the lavatory sink."

You were still wobbly, still wanted to reach your high yet Gojo had other plans. With his help he raised you by holding your hand. Once you get a hold of yourself, he let you walk towards the lavatory. You weren't aware of what he was planning so you simply just turned around and faced him.

"Who said you were facing me?" He let his hand run through his soft hair before he let it rest on your waist. "Turn around, doll. Face the mirror."

You were so hesitant. You can't possibly be looking at your face while he fucked you so good. This is just too much. "Toru please,"

"Turn around, Y/N." It was final, you knew that coming from that tone he's giving you final orders. You slowly turned around, only to see your beet red face from the embarrassment and your hair slowly drying after it was exposed to water a while ago making it look like a mess.

It's even more embarrassing, heck, is embarrassing even the right word? Was it more shameful? Witnessing yourself like this? You closed your eyes, your arms supporting your weight as it rested unto the cold tiles of the lavatory sink that was mounted on the wall and lowered your head.

Goodness this is too much.

It was overwhelming that you wanted to complain that you didn't want to face this way not until a slight flick was felt against your entrance. It was sudden but you knew what it was and where is this going.

His left hand was on your waist, gripping. He wanted to see you beg for it again by teasing your dripping cunt with his head and lightly flicking it with his right hand. His lips were attacking your left shoulder blade and left small pecks until he reached for your neck. It left you so speechless that you were grinding your ass against his shaft.

"Toru please, please. Need so you bad,"

The way you called him was already driving him to destroy you. He just wanted to see you flustered as you beg for him to ram you up.

Just like how I imagined it. He recalled but he wanted to explore his creativity more. He positioned his cockhead into your small entrance and his right hand guided his cock to enter you. The feeling of his tip slowly being eaten by your pussy made him rest his forehead against your shoulder blade, slowly still sliding his thick dick inside you. He was already wanting your pussy to completely swallow him.

"Fuck yes, Toru" you whimpered from him by just entering your cunt. It was pulsing, big, thick, and long. And praise the heavens above, this dick was made for you. Once he finally got inside fully, he stayed there for a moment and letting your pussy juice wrap his cock.

He's growing and still throbbing from time to time. The way his cock did that you moaned from the sensation. As much as he wanted to move quickly as soon as he entered, he wanted for you to relax first and when he time finally came that he was ready to move, he started with a slow movement.

You felt each detail of his cock from his single slow movement. It was so fucking delicious you swore that you're already reaching your climax. He wanted to deliciously punish you by moving slow, letting you feel and beg for some more. God, the frustrations is so evident by the way you show it against your reflection.

"God, Gojo. Please just fuck me,"

"Shh," he didn't even hesitate to just bury it deep, his tip kissing your soft and warm womb. Looking forward to making your brain melt with this dick as soon as I ruin you.

The male gave a peck on your nape and slowly he started again with a slow pace. It lasted for a moment, goodness, he just wants to torment you but he couldn't be patient anymore. His hands were gripping on your waist now, leaving crescent marks on it and changed his pace into a fast one.

Deep and fast, Gojo was so sure that he was hitting your womb so deep and deliciously hitting that one spot that makes your whimper and scream his name. You weren't even paying attention to your surroundings anymore such as the mess on the floor, the shower still running, and both if your breaths fogging the mirror.

Some time ago you were just imagining it but now, he's buried deep inside your clamping pussy. The sound of skins slapping roughly at each deep and fast thrust and both of your moans and groans were music to Gojo's ears. He could feel each time your throbbed while he fucked you rough and creamed on his cock, forming a ring if white fluid on his girth.

"Toru please, I want more- Ahh!"

"You're quite enjoying your punishment, no? Fuck- stop tightening up-"

He was thrusting in and out vigorously. You never expected Gojo to be such a moaner yet you weren't even against it. His moans were so beautiful to hear, from the way he loudly moans to his soft groans heard directly to your right ear as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

The way he moved his hips, from rutting it to burying it deep and grinding it. It's immaculate that it made you arch your back every single time. You head was resting on his shoulders when he laced his hand on your soft right breast, roughly tugging and playing it.

And oh, he didn't stop there. After kneading on your soft mound, he ran his hand towards your clit. Your legs were parted a bit and a hollow feeling started to form inside you. His middle finger pressing your bead made you completely helpless. Your breath starting to hitch, chest rising and falling.

"Well will you look at that," Gojo teased, his finger still stimulating your swollen bead making you cream more. The tears on your eyes starts to swell up from the euphoric stimulation. Gojo looked so satisfied seeing you like that. So perfect. "Look at you, begging for more."

"Oh god, please Toru- Ahh!"

"Shit, you're wrapping me around so good,"

The image of you reflected on the mirror; eyes closed, brows cutely furrowing, cheeks beet red, mouth open as you moaned and drool dripping out.

So fucking beautiful. What a nice fucking reward to my fucking selfish self. Gojo almost heard his inner self scream at the view.

He knew you were gonna snap anytime, you were clenching and clamping your spongy walls on his dick. The way you held on to it and felt like you never wanted his dick to leave your insides.

He was already pussy drunk and he fucking loves it. Everything about it, he fucking loves it.

"'M gonna cum- Toru! Gonna cum!" you bite your lips, your insides wanted to snap already. Your breath hitch again as you get close to your high. You didn't even recognize your voice anymore, you sounded so fucking helpless.

"Yeah? My baby's gonna cum already?"

"Y-yes- Oh fuck! Toru!"

"Wanna cum together with me? Hmm?"

You couldn't respond to it and Gojo was already closing to his high. He decided to double the pace of his thrusting. Using his left hand, he took a nice grip on your nape and slowly let your torso lower down to the sink while his left hand raised your left leg until it rested on the sink, him having more access to your abused cunt.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum." Gojo didn't know if it was your safe day or not or you were using birth control pills but he had the strong urge to just breed you. "I want to cum inside- fuck it- I'm going to cum inside you, stir you up, and fill you up."

It didn't matter to you. You were already closing. It didn't matter if you were being a slut for his cum or being selfish, you just want to release and be full.

"N-need so bad, Toru. Need you to fill me up so so bad." You whimpered helplessly. "'M cumming- Fuck!"

And one final thrust, Gojo held unto your waist and thrusted and spilled his hot, sticky, and thick seed inside your womb. He had been wanting this and he's gonna pour every last drop of his semen inside your aching womb.

As he spilled his hot stuff inside your hips quivered at every rope of seed you felt being stuffed you full inside. Sure, some other things might satisfy you but him stuffing you up was the satisfaction you've been looking for.

"What a mess," Gojo cooed you when his cock slowly left your abused pussy. The mixture of your juice and his cum dripping out of your pussy made the mentor smiled. “My fucking mess.”

After cleaning out the mess, he carried you to your bed and gently laid you. You were still weak and dizzy from the euphoric experience when he suddenly raised both of your legs and let it rest on his right shoulder, his cock positioning again on your entrance. You tried to fight back his actions by wiggling your legs out but he has a strong grip on your thighs making you unable to be free from his grasp.

"You really think we're done?" He chuckled, his beautiful blue eyes staring at you as he slowly entered you pussy. He could still feel your sloppy insides, his cum and your juices still warming and wrapping his hard cock. He was fully inside you again, staying like that for a moment.

You too, was cock drunk that you were just mumbling and moaning nonsense. He hugged on your thighs as he buried himself deep again. He felt powerful when he's inside you and he will never get tired of ramming your pussy up.

"I never thought that you'd be eavesdropping us like that, huh?" He spoke while his devilish grin grew wider.

"For a man like you, I know you would have just walked away and pretended you didn't hear anything." He paused but then slowly grinded his hips.

"But here you are, Nanami."

He started to move roughly and pounded on your beaten pussy.

"Won't you come inside, it's a bit fun here."

The blonde male clenched his jaw as he heard your moans and the teasing of the platinum haired mentor as he made your pussy sing again.

"Asshole." Nanami sighed and slowly opened the door.

[p-antomime]

just so fine.

— minors don’t interact

— wc: 4,7K

content + warnings: 18+, including: dilf!toji, manhandle, spitting, daddy kink, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of school girl!reader maybe, breeding kink, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, age gap, a bit of size kink, thigh riding

pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

— note: this is a bit inspired by: Love Without Tragedy by Rihanna. — jjk masterlist.

Red lipstick and a broken heart trying to be concerted by the petals of your conscience and your friends who said that "he didn't deserve you anyway". And honestly, you didn't know where exactly you were getting the strength from to get out of bed that Monday and go take a shower before heading painfully to your first class in the morning.

He used to be the boy you loved with every cell of your body and soul, he stole the best years of your freshman life at the university, and now you were a senior who had neither the animation nor the patience to welcome the incoming freshmen that year. Despite having Kugisaki and Megumi fervently cheering you on while Itadori was too busy still dealing with the problem of sending documents to the college, your heart was still fatally wounded and your dignity no longer existed as your tears had wiped it off the face of the earth during that morning shower and you couldn't help but be tempted to put on makeup good enough to mask your dark circles under your eyes and downcast face.

"Are you coming today?", Nobara asked excitedly on the other end of the line as you were already leaving the house and taking the long way to college.

— Do I have the option of not going?

"No, of course not.", Nobara replied with a slight laugh that was well intended to cheer you up a bit, "We can have a movie night tonight, to cheer you up."

— At whose house? At mine that won't be, it's a mess. — You grumbled.

"At Megumi's or Itadori's, of course. During lunch I'll buy soda and food with Yuuji and you convince Megumi to let us break into his house today.”

— Why do I have to convince Megumi? You came up with the idea.

"Because I'll be busy, simple. And Fushiguro doesn't take me seriously.", and then you sighed heavily, already noticing that you were less than a block away from entering the college grounds.

— Okay, I see what I can do.

Kugisaki told you that she was waiting for you in the classroom, and you replied that you were already there. And then something distinctive caught your attention. It was strangely easy to spot something different in the landscape of the university entrance because usually it was always the same: university students rushing to settle personal matters or to classes they are late for, or also students who came to see what the college was like before the university application period.

But today was different. There was a tall man fully dressed in black and gray leaning against a motorcycle that looked as if it had been taken from an action movie because it was so well equipped and large. He looked relaxed, and yet he still possessed an aura that could kill you with a single punch. Attractive and devilishly dangerous with that leather jacket highlighting his strong arms and broad shoulders. Forcing your eyes a little, you could notice a scar close to one of the corners of his lips.

— What's the matter, little girl? — His deep voice reaches your ears, but your mind whispers to you that he probably wasn't talking to you at the same time that your heart starts to beat out of control and your head turns from side to side trying to check if there is someone behind you. — Yeah, I'm talking to you. — He smiled sideways.

— Uh... hmm... none, sorry. — Your cheeks started to heat up and you wanted to punch yourself in the stomach because usually a simple man couldn't disconcert you like that, and then your eyes fell on his collarbones, well marked by the black shirt he wore under his jacket, and your mouth suddenly felt too dry.

— What exactly are you apologizing for? — The man asked as he placed one of the helmets on the motorcycle seat, if there were two helmets maybe he brought some college girl? — For eating me with your eyes or staring at me? — And then you choked on your saliva and coughed desperately for air trying not to drop the folders in your hands and he seemed amused by your reaction.

— I-I... — Your fingers squeezed the folders and you had to look away to think straight. — I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to.

— I am not, it's great to be lusted after by younger girls. — He replied, but before he had a chance to continue his onslaught someone approached from the diagonal.

— Dad! — And then you choked again seeing that the one who was referring to the man in front of you as "dad" was Megumi. — Oh, Y/N? — He looked confused looking from you to his own father. — Anyway, they didn't have what you wanted at the pharmacy, next time you'll buy it yourself. — The young Fushiguro spoke to the older man, but seconds later, noticing the mortifying silence that settled over the place as you stared at his father, he spoke up: — And we are almost late already, let’s go, Y/N. — Megumi took one of your arms and started to guide you away from the motorcycle and closer to the interior of the college.

— You never told me you were interested in girls. — His father shouted more to embarrass his son than you, but the effect was the opposite, since you were the one with the burning cheeks.

— Shut up, Toji. — Megumi shouted back as he continued walking. — Did he say shit to you? — He asked you when the two of you were already walking down the halls to your classroom for the first class of the morning.

— Not really, no. He seems... fine. — You tried to talk as if you didn't have dirty thoughts running through your mind especially after remembering the older man's collarbones and scar, and still Megumi gave you an accusing look.

— Don't try to fuck my father, that's disgusting. - Your eyes widened.

— I wasn't thinking that, you idiot. — And then Megumi let out a loud laugh.

— I know, I was just trying to amuse you. — He shrugged and left you standing in front of the door. — See you at lunch?

— Yes, of course. — You answered, and then suddenly remembered Nobara's request on the phone earlier. Your hand held one of his arms so that he wouldn't walk away without listening to you. — Megumi, can we have a movie night at your place tonight? Nobara came up with the idea of doing this to cheer me up a bit. — He seemed to become suddenly tense.

— I'll have to at least let Toji know that there will be people coming home today. — Megumi answered vaguely and shrugged. — I'll send a message to Kugisaki and let her know if it's on or off.

Nodding your head positively, you gave your friend a slight smile, and then for the rest of the day your mind concentrated on paying attention to your classes, your scheduled seminars and the pile of work you still had to do. There was no time for your heart to pound with grief over the loss of your now ex-boyfriend, but there were several minutes when you had to chase away persistent thoughts of Megumi's dad. But looking at him wasn't enough, your hands wanted to explore his body and leave marks everywhere, that's what you thought until you felt ashamed, pushed the thoughts away for a few brief minutes and then thought about it again. In a vicious loop.

When you were having lunch with Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki, your head tried to focus on their conversation as much as possible, but looking at the man with black hair and beautiful eyelashes reminded you of Toji and your hands started to break into a cold sweat. It had been a frustrating, tiring day, but secretly you were a little excited to see your friend's father again.

— Don't take too long, okay? — Nobara spoke after dropping you off and leaning against the hallway wall, and you nodded positively before going to your room to pack a backpack with some pajamas and an outfit in case you and the other two friends ended up falling asleep while you were at Megumi's house.

It didn't take long before you two were ringing the doorbell of the Fushiguro’s house and from the loud sound from inside the house you both could tell Yuuji had already arrived. Suddenly, Y/N felt nervous not knowing who would answer the door. Would it be Toji? "Damn", you thought as you saw exactly him calmly opening the door. This time he wasn't wearing very dark clothes, it was just gray sweatpants and a white v-neck shirt that still highlighted his beautiful collarbones.

— Is that them? — Itadori shouted from another room in the house.

— Yes. — Megumi, who was looking at the two girls standing in the doorway over Toji's shoulder, answered. — You may come in.

Toji moved to the side letting you two into the house and, using the personal excuse of being embarrassed, Y/N walked in with her head down. And partly, in fact, it was true that you were embarrassed, but your mind knew that your eyes wanted to take a good look at the older Fushiguro's thighs and cock. It was impossible not to look at those parts of his body, especially with that kind of pants.

But then Toji gave himself the right to go up the stairs to the upper floor of the house and out of your field of vision when Megumi asked you and Nobara which movie you wanted to watch and she answered that a drama movie. And then the four of you started to watch the movie comfortably, until you started to feel the straps of your own bra start to press painfully against the skin of your shoulders.

— Can I go to the bathroom? — Y/N asked Megumi, who pointed to the steps of the staircase diagonally across from the sofa.

— First door on the left. — You nodded and walked up the stairs carrying your backpack, intending to get rid of your bra and also put on the comfortable pajama top that had been brought.

From the hallway you could hear the low sound of another TV escaping through the gap in a tall door. It was probably Toji's room, such a thought raced through your mind, and you shrugged as you entered the bathroom, leaned against the door, and began to remove your bra and change into your shirt. It was inevitable to sigh in relief as you felt your shoulders less tense and sore and your hands groped your breasts just for the personal pleasure of feeling them free now.

— Hmm, may I come in? — A muffled voice was heard behind the door and instinctively you quickly removed your hands from your breasts.

— Just a minute. — Y/N answered, shoving the previously worn blouse into her backpack and almost running toward the door, slowly opening it.

You looked forward and found yourself facing a bare hard chest as you waited to see a long hallway with four different doors. Toji was now shirtless in front of you and your cheeks burned a little, which got a little worse when your brain short-circuited, your hand rested two fingers against the warm, somewhat soft skin of his chest, and you pulled away slightly so that you could look him in the eye.

— I'm sorry. — Your hand finished opening the door and there was again a sideways smile on Toji's lips

— Are you going to sleep here? — He asked, sliding his gaze over her shoulders, breasts and abdomen freely, without any embarrassment.

— No, actually. I just changed my shirt to be more comfortable.

— Got it. — Toji looked you straight in the eyes again, but yours were already gliding across his face until you found the scar close to his lips.

— How did you get this scar? — You felt the need to prolong the conversation just to get a better record of his face.

— You're pretty curious for someone apparently shy. — He remarked, his eyes sparkling with a gleam that you couldn't quite identify what it was. — When I was younger, we could say I wasn't the friendliest person in the whole world, so I got into a few fights. — Toji shrugged, as if this was not relevant information

How old are you? — A mischievous smile slowly drew on his lips.

— Old enough to be your dad.

"Then maybe I can call you Daddy", was the first thing you thought, but there wasn't enough courage in you to flirt shamelessly, especially with Megumi or the other two able to eavesdrop from downstairs.

— I think I've been here with you long enough. — Y/N answered, putting the backpack on her back and walking past Toji, but just as her feet were about to start down the steps, the older Fushiguro called her out.

— I think you forgot something, little girl. — You turned back in confusion, and in his hands was your bra. Toji threw the piece of clothing toward you through the air without much force to fall gently onto your palms that had opened toward him. — The next time you forget something like that inside my house, I'll keep it for myself. — You frowned, assuming that he was implying that there was possibly something between you and his son.

— Me and Megumi, we don't... — Your shoulders shook without your mouth finishing the sentence.

— I wasn't talking about him exactly, you're very naive, not that that's a problem for me. — He went into the bathroom and eventually you were alone again.

Feeling more embarrassed than the first time you had seen Toji earlier at the university entrance, you joined your friends again in the middle of the movie and were grateful that none of them had bothered to ask if anything had happened in the bathroom because of your delay. Eventually Nobara fell asleep on your shoulder after eating two pieces of the pizza Megumi had asked his father to buy, and Yuuji began to yawn almost pushing the son of the owner of the house off the couch.

— I knew they would both end up sleeping. — Megumi grumbled, pushing Itadori aside and getting up from the sofa. — There are two guest bedrooms upstairs, you and Nobara can use both of them and Yuuji sleeps with me, or one of you can sleep with me and the other and Itadori in the other bedrooms.

— I think it's better that Yuuji better sleep with you. — Y/N replied looking at Kugisaki, who was starting to fall off her shoulder.

And then Fushiguro woke the almost sleeping Itadori to go upstairs while he carried Nobara up the stairs and you accompanied him carrying both your and your friend's backpack. After tidying Kugisaki up in bed and getting Yuuji changed, Megumi spoke to you before leaving you alone in the guest room:

— If you feel hungry, you can go in the kitchen and get something to eat during the night. And, well, you already know where the bathroom is, and so does my room. If anything happens during the night, you can call me or him. — Megumi pointed to the door of Toji's bedroom, and you nodded positively.

And then you laid lazily on the slightly uncomfortable bed in the room and tried to relax. Almost, almost, sleep caught up with you, but your evil brain began to make you think about the fact that Toji was only a few miserable doors away, and the anxiety began to corrupt you rapidly, like a corrosive acid. But even though you wanted to go knock on his door, you forced yourself to sleep, especially since the day had been exhausting.

The next day, just like the rest of the week, Y/N didn't get to see Megumi's dad, and he didn't make much of a point of talking about his father either, after all, why would his friends be interested in him, right? All the other days of the week, her mind focused more on trying not to think about her ex-boyfriend and also not to think about Toji, just college business.... And then came the next Thursday of the successive week.

And there was Toji Fushiguro, leaning against his big motorcycle, but this time with only one helmet and different clothes. Honestly? You didn't know if you should go talk to him or not, if you should just walk right by or not. But, in the end, your mind tricked you into choosing the second option, and your feet awkwardly made their way to the college with your eyes struggling not to check the man's reactions.

— Can I have your number, little girl? — Toji asked in a tone loud enough for you to hear.

— What? — You looked away, wringing your hands nervously.

— I asked if I could have your number. — One of his hands swung his cell phone toward you.

The first thought that crossed your mind was, "What if someone sees us together and tells Megumi?", but honestly, Megumi probably wouldn't be interested in your sex or love life, even if it was with his father.

— Maybe, if you take me for a motorcycle ride today.

— You're wearing a skirt, are you sure you'd want to do that? — Toji suppressed a playful laugh. — You could have a ride somewhere more comfortable than my motorcycle today.

You narrowed your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek, realizing that you were entering dangerous territory in a game of seduction that Toji knew and played better than you.

— Will Megumi be at home?

— He has an internship today. — Toji replied, drumming his fingers on his helmet.

— Wait for me after four o'clock then. — You replied and walked back toward the college as you felt his eyes fixed on your ass.

Throughout the day you felt uncomfortably nervous and Nobara even asked you if everything was okay several times at different times. The only answer your mind formulated was a simple positive head movement, because honestly you felt embarrassed to be interested in a friend's dod, even though this father was extremely attractive and did not reject your shy and restrained advances. He was just so nice, fine.

Fine enough to make you press your thighs together to try to relieve the sexual tension as your legs walked towards the Fushiguro house. And when you got there, it didn't take long to see Toji opening the door wearing only black sweatpants. You went inside and closed the door, nervously watching the older man, who sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room and called out to you with his index finger. As you stopped in front of him, one hand patted his lap and the other was placed on your thigh covered by your skirt. Slowly, Y/N took her seat sitting on his covered cock.

— Why do you look so tense, hm? — Toji asked, squeezing your thigh without too much force and you moved slightly against his hip. — Are you a virgin by any chance? — Your cheeks heated up.

— N-No, you just make me nervous. — Y/N replied, shrugging slightly.

— Do I? — He pretended to be surprised as he slid his hand up her skirt and pushed his fingertips against her covered pussy. — Do I make you get your panties wet too? — Toji pressed his hips against hers and her hands rested on his shoulders for a few brief seconds.

— Fuck, yes. — You groaned, taking your fingers to the buttons of your shirt to undo them. — I've been thinking about you more than I should, I've been thinking about everything about you.

— So, why don't you show me how much you've been thinking about me, huh? — Fushiguro pulled her panties aside and stroked her pussy in slow circular motions while he brought his other hand to her face and pulled her closer to his. — Show me how much you want me and cum on my fingers like the dirty slut I know you can be. — His thumb slowly brushed over your lips and you opened them, your mouth filled by long fingers.

You grabbed his wrist close to your intimacy and guided two of his digits into your interior. And, fuck, they filled you so well. Toji's fingers were thicker and longer than yours, so the times he repeatedly curved them inside your cunt, their tips easily brushed and pressed that spot that made you roll your eyes having your body spasm with pleasure. "What a beautiful vision", the man would be thinking as he watched his beautiful college girl choking on his fingers while being fucked by the others.

However, he didn't move his hand against you much, meaning that he let you choose the pace and intensity, until you whimpered against his neck in a silent request for his fingers to move against you:

— Please, Toji, move your fingers. — Y/N said as she pulled away from Toji's digits that were preventing her from speaking and forced her hips against his hand.

— Can't you cum on your own? — He asked squeezing your chin to make you keep your mouth open. — Pathetic. — Toji spat on your tongue and closed your mouth to force you to swallow. — Pathetic slut. — And then he began to finger you in a relentless rhythm.

If Fushiguro wanted to make you cum in his hand, that's exactly what he got, and he even got a great view of your trembling body, your breasts rising and falling rapidly because of your rapid breathing and your head falling back in an intense pleasure you didn't know your body could achieve. While you were still clouded by ecstasy, his fingers snuck up to finish removing your panties and getting rid of your clothes covering your upper body. He wanted you only in your skirt.

— Look at my pet slut with her beautiful cunt leaking. — His fingers spread the folds of your pussy to see you twitching around just at his obscene words. — Just so nice. — Toji pressed the thumb against your sensitive clit and gave you a smirk before he sat you down on one of his thighs, began to move you there and also slowly stimulated your clit.

His body leaned down and his lips latched onto your breasts, sucking and licking them more intensely as your hips moved faster against his thigh. And occasionally Fushiguro would pull up her skirt and slap her ass hard enough to leave several finger marks across her skin; and it was on one of his slaps that a short, gasping, "Daddy" sneaked out from between your lips and hit Toji's mind as a twinge of intense pleasure coursed through his entire body.

— Say that again. — He ordered, grabbing her neck with the hand that had been slapping her ass before.

— Daddy... — Y/N groaned breathlessly as she continued to move her hips against Toji's thigh in a desperate attempt to cum again.

— Keep calling me that, be a good little whore for me. — His other hand continued to stimulate your clit, now at a more intense pace that managed to push you straight into the abyss of a orgasmic pleasure that you so desperately needed.

After that, Fushiguro held you still in place as he continued to press his fingers against your clit. He definitely wanted to bring you close to the level of almost passing out from so much lust running freely through your body, and so your legs instinctively closed around his hand. At the same time that you desperately needed to breathe because you felt like your lungs were burning from your intense panting, every fiber of your body was still clamoring for the stimulation that only Toji could give you at the moment, so it wasn't hard for him to force your legs open again with a sly smile on his lips:

— Come on, my pretty girl, give me everything you've got. — He made scissor-like movements against her walls and her hips automatically forced themselves against Toji's palm, even though her intimacy was already quite sensitive.

— Daddy, please... please, more, daddy... — Y/N sank her face into the curve of Toji's neck trying to stifle her own moans.

— What a great fuck toy you are. — His fingers curved and you gasped, feeling again that same pressure as before against your bottom that indicated that your third orgasm was approaching. — No matter how much I make you cum you keep asking for more.

And the more he moved his fingers frantically against your pussy, the more you felt your thoughts disappear completely and all that was left was only Toji Fushiguro, and his fingers, and the cocky smile he had no matter what the situation was. Those same fingers that made you squirt for the first time against his abdomen in a third, overwhelming orgasm and your cheeks heat up violently, especially after seeing Toji bring them to his lips looking more than just satisfied with his work with you. Fuck, you could fuck him several times, you could pass out from pleasure, and you still wouldn't ask him to stop or slow down with you.

— Think you can handle one more, pretty girl? — He asked, his hands reaching for his pants and underwear.

— Yes, Daddy. — Y/N tried to speak as firmly as possible with her heavy breathing.

Toji put one hand on your waist and the other on your chin and took the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss as he entered you slowly, which made you lose some focus on the kiss and moan against his mouth as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He didn't let you get too used to the recent intrusion and started thrusting himself against you hard.

After leaving yours, his mouth slid down your neck and shoulders to leave sucking and biting the area before placing the hand that was on your chin on your neck. Eventually yours moans went from simple gasps and sighs to little "Daddy" that made Fushiguro's dick twitch against yours insides several times and grunts escape his lips.

— I will breed you like the desperate little whore that you are. — Toji stroked hard against you while squeezing your neck a little harder. — I bet you're going to love this, aren't you?

— Y-Yes, daddy, breed me, please. — Y/N moved her hips against his while maintaining eye contact with the older man's predatory eyes. — Fill me up completely, until I'm leaking.

Toji squeezed your waist tightly, tilted your body slightly until your hips arched a bit, and started a rhythm of thrusts against you that as a result made your mind go blank and your nails leave scratches on his shoulders. And your fourth orgasm didn't even take long to hit you almost as hard as the third because your whole body had been extremely sensitive for a long time; after fucking that man incessantly you would definitely be addicted to him, to his touch, to his dick, to his lips. Everything about him was addictive.

After making you cum for the fourth time, Fushiguro kept thrusting inside you until his cock forcefully contracted against you and filled you full of cum. By that point you had definitely become just a bunch of holes for him to fuck, and if your body wasn't already so sensitive you might want him to actually fill every possible place in your body with cum. When he withdrew his dick from inside your pussy, Toji pulled your hips up to watch the white liquid escape your entrance and used his fingers to push it into you again.

— Come here. — He patted his chest lightly, and you leaned your sweaty body against his as you lifted your head to look at him. His hands caressed your body and soon you found yourself being carried up the stairs. — I'm going to give you a long shower, and then I'll take you home. — Toji left a gentle kiss against your forehead, and you felt more comfortable than you really should have in his arms.

— Thank you, daddy. — You replied, and he couldn't suppress a satisfied smile.

And maybe from then on you continued to take advantage of the times when Megumi wasn't home or you weren't so busy with college to spend hours together.

[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

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Hi! I'd love to request a Bakugou X Bullied Female Reader, where she gets bullied a lot but behind closed doors Bakugou is really sweet to her and they fuck?

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Tags: Degradation, praise, daddy kink undertones but no use of “daddy”, fingering, fighting, power imbalance, reader has hair that gets washed, domestic bliss 

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"If I wanted to be around a bunch of extras I would go back to UA! Throw a punch that shit again and you can go ahead and look for a new agency to intern at!" Bakugou yelled as you struggled to stand back onto your feet. 

There was no one better to train with than your explosive boss but you never managed to leave a session without bruises decorating your body. He was not one to pull punches or words, letting both fire out as he trained you to death. You should have stated where you wanted your body sent in the case of your death when you signed onto his team. 

You were one of the few interns under him who did not graduate from UA leaving you with a lot to prove. Bakugou was one to demand action more than he cared about words. After building his agency from the ground up he was ultra-selective about the heroes who could work alongside him, requiring weeks of training from him before he would even let them enter the field. 

You were in your final week of training before you will finally be able to walk alongside him and patrol, but that also meant he had upped the amount of training you had per day to almost twelve hours.

"Are you even listening or do I need to blast some fucking sense into you?" Bakugou snarled as he lifted you to your feet by your shirt. He pushed you away from him and once more raised his fists. 

For hours you brawled, each round leaving you more blood and bruised. Every few fights you would have to take a break to wipe the blood from your eyes so you could properly see before you jumped right back into fighting. You had learned the hard way that asking for a break before he was done with his lesson would lead to you doing dozens of pushups as he sat back to research his next bust. 

You throw out another weak punch only to have Bakugou grab your hand and wrench it back, sending a bright burst of pain up your arm. You collapsed to your knees gasping for air as he pushed the appendage back further, worsening the pain. 

"I warned you about those weak fucking punches and what do you do? Throw another one. Are you dumb or incompetent?" 

You shake your head and you try to tug your arm free from his unyielding hold, your arm growing numb. "I'm sorry, I am tired-'' You quickly regret your words. 

"Tired!" Bakugou yells, releasing your arm with disgust. "You think a villain will give two shits about you being tired as they try to kill you? If you can't handle a quirkless fight with me, what in the hell makes you think you can handle one in the field."

You cradle the injured arm to your chest and fight to hold in the tears welding in your eyes. He was right, no matter how cruel it sounded. You needed to be the best to work with the best, there was no saying you are tired when a civilian is depending on you to save their life.

“Get up, we are going until I get it through your thick fucking skull how to throw a punch.” He pulled you up to your feet, too impatient to wait for you to do it on your own. 

You ignore the small black spots that cloud your vision and lift your fists to your chin, ready to fight once more and prove your competency.

When Bakuoug’s fists came into view your emotions were shoved into the background, if you let his words get to you how could you ever think to handle a fight with a villain. They will spew vile and hateful words to you as you fight, hoping to throw you off balance and kick you while you are down. You had to become better, become the best. 

You ignored the blinding pain each blow brought forth and watched for an opening, you only needed to lay one punch and this training will finally be over. You grew more and more focused until the only thought that filled your head was the want to win. 

You manage to dodge his precise swings and zone out his taunts, you will win. Finally, the opportunity presents itself, you close your fist tight making sure to draw his attention to your legs before throwing your arm forward and connecting your knuckles to his cheek, throwing his head to the side and stopping the fight. 

He raised his hand to his fattening bottom lip and wiped off the small drop of blood accumulating before cracking a small grin. "I guess you are not completely incompetent." 

Your entire face broke into a smile and you threw your arms up in victory. After weeks of training with Bakugou, you had finally managed to connect your fist to his face.

"Don't get too excited. I still expect to see you here tomorrow." Bakugou grabbed the towel off the bench and wiped the excess nitroglycerin off his hands. 

You tilted your head, giving him a confused look, "But tomorrow is your patrol day." 

"I know dipshit, I expect you to be up and ready to go by noon. You have a long first day planned." 

Your mouth dropped open in shock, you ran forward and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. Finally, he was allowing to patrol with him, trusting you to stand by his side and fight. For the second time today, your eyes grew heavy. 

"Oi, knock that shit off." Bakugou's big hand pushed your face away from him, uncomfortable with any public affection. You reluctantly let him go with a pout. 

"Don't look at me like that unless you want to do another round." 

You quickly dropped the pout and smiled, "Fine you big jerk." 

You two quickly finish the post-workout stretches and pack your bags to go home. Moving in with Bakugou had been one of the best decisions you ever made. At first, when he decided he wanted to live with you, you were worried. 

Bakuoug was not known to be affectionate, in fact, most people were shocked when you finally announced your relationship, giving you sad looks and words of warnings. You had to admit their words did scare you, after all, how would a life of no affection impact you?

But they were all wrong, so very wrong. 

When the two of you stumbled into the privacy of your home Bakgou showed a side of himself few will ever be able to see. He carefully takes off your jacket conscious of your sore arm and hangs it on the coat hook. 

While you sat on the small step leading into the living room he unlaces your shoes, putting them away.  You wander into the kitchen to the fridge where the meal he cooked earlier that day sat. 

You pulled the bento out of the fridge and lifted the lid to reveal your favorite sushi meticulously placed in the box alongside small sweets. You stuffed the delicious food in your face while Bakugou sat at the counter silently, watching you eat the food he made with a soft look on his face. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You say after swallowing the last of your dinner. 

He shrugged, "Just waiting for you to finish, the water in the bathroom is hot." 

You groan, "I'm too tired for a bath tonight." 

He shook his head, "Oh no, your body needs a good soak after the beating it took." 

You stick your hand on your hip, "And whose fault is that?" 

"Yours, we will work on your blocking skill tomorrow after patrol." He encased his warm hands around your wrist and tugs you to the steamy bathroom. 

Once in the bathroom you lifted your arms over your head, allowing him to tug the sweat-soaked shirt off your body and toss it into the laundry basket. He drops to his knees and unbuttons your pants, letting you use his shoulders to balance yourself as you lift one foot off the ground and then the other to rid your legs of the pants and underwear, leaving only your bra to cover you. 

He stood to his full height and reached around, unfastening your bra with ease before refastening it and throwing it into the laundry with the rest of your clothes. He quickly undresses as you watch. You will never grow tired of seeing his beautiful body, it was as if he had been carved from marble. 

Now free of clothes he swipes his arm under your legs and supports your back with his other arm as he lowers you into the soothing water. You could smell a hint of eucalyptus and realized he must have used the fancy bath salts. 

Before you could fully settle the water splashed around as Bakugou slid in behind you, his legs settling on either side of your hips. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close until your back was flush against his hard chest. 

With your belly full and body warm your eyelids grow heavy, you slouch against his slick chest and allow yourself to relax. The tightness of your overworked muscles slowly eased and you snuggle even further into his strong arms. 

Nights like these were your favorite where the two of you could sit and wordlessly enjoy each other's company. There was no need to try and force an awkward conversation or pretend to be interested in a television episode the other enjoyed. You two simply enjoyed being in the presence of each other. 

Bakugou's body shifted behind you, taking you out of your trance. You could hear the shampoo bottle click open before strong fingers lathered the gel into your scalp. You let out a small moan as he massages your scalp with his thick strong fingers working the grime of the day out. Once he helped you rinse your hair he squeezed out a generous amount of conditioner and smothered the ends of your hair, allowing it to sit for a few minutes before helping you also rise it out.

Another click filled the room as he popped open the body wash and rubbed his hands together to get the soap bubbly. He wordlessly used his hands to clean the day away from your body. You squirmed as his touch moved from your sore arms to your breasts. 

They encase the tender tissue, taking extra time to circle your nipples but leaving just as they grew pebbled. You thrust your hands down and try to pull his hands back to your chest. 

“Be patient, that can wait for later.” He slipped his wrists free and returned to rubbing down your stomach, coating the soap onto your skin. 

You stick out your bottom lip in a fake pout but don’t fight, you did need to get clean. His warm hands cup your sex, only for a few seconds to spread the soap before moving down to your thighs. You were anything but tired after all the attention he was giving you. 

When you push your ass back you could feel his pulsing erection against your back, seemed you were not the only one growing excited. 

You began to squirm even more under his touch as he finally rinsed off the soap and opened the drain. He slipped out of the tub behind you and grabbed the towel off the rack, quickly drying himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. 

You stood to your feet and took his hand as you stepped out of the bath. He dragged the soft towel across your body, quickly drying you and then wrapping it around you. While you were cocooned in the warm towel your world shifted as he lifted you once more, carrying you to the bedroom. 

He laid you down at the edge of the bed and fell to his knees, laying his head into your waist. You run your fingers through his spiky blonde hair and sighed. 

“I love the feel of your skin against mine.” You coo, moving your hands to hold his cheeks. He tilted his head into your hold, leaving you to support the weight of his head. You lean your body down and place a kiss against his forehead. 

He lifts his chin to press his lips against yours, deepening the kiss by wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. You allowed yourself to fall back against the bed, dragging him with you until he rested on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. 

His warm tongue slid against the seam of your lips, asking for permission to enter. You comply, opening your mouth to allow him to explore. Before Bakugou kissing had been smoothing you dreaded, it was gross and too intimate. But he made it his mission to have you enjoy kissing him and enjoy it you do. 

His taste, his smell all surrounded you as you deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to your body. One of his hands ventured down your body, feathering over your stomach before delving into your cunt. He didn't need to bother with getting you wet, washing your body had done a wonderful job. 

His slick fingers slid through your folds until he located your clit. You let out a gasp into his mouth as he pinched the swollen bud between his fingers and rolled it. 

“Ah fuck Bakugou,” You tighten your hold of his hair. “Going right in for the kill huh?”

He smiled against your lips, “You could say that.” 

His devilish fingers released your clit and began to make small slow circles instead as his tongue played in your mouth. Despite your damp skin, you were hotter than ever, your body panting with need. 

His shoulder dropped to the bed making him lie on his side freeing up his other hand to latch into your nipple. His touch on your nipple was much more fierce than on your clit. He pinched and pulled the tight bud with the tips of his fingers as if he were milking you. 

Your hips involuntary thrust up and down against his fingers, desperate for more but he was having none of that. He latched his strong thigh over yours, caging you and leaving you helpless. The tight coil in your stomach began to tighten with each circle around your clit. You try to gasp for air but his kiss was too overwhelming. Small black spots dotted your vision as you begin to lose focus of the world around you and then all at once it released. 

Your back arched off the bed as Bakugou caught your cries with his mouth. Over and over your body convulsed unable to do anything as the pleasure tore through you. The small black spots in your vision grew white as you were unable to suck in any air, but you didn't care. Who needed air when you had his mouth? 

His fingers milked the orgasm from your body, allowing him to watch in awe as you came apart on his fingers. No matter how many times he brings you up to this point he will never grow tired of watching your face as you praise his name. 

Slowly your body calms down and the convulsions turn into small twitches. His fingers leave your dripping cunt only to be replaced by the head of his cock. The sweet sweat from his face dripped down onto yours as he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock inside you. Your fingers claw into his arms as the burn from the stretch of his girth fills your mind. 

“Fuck baby, your so tight around me,” He groaned into your ear. He lifted your leg over his hip to get a better angle as he thrust inside you. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with warmth. 

“Made me so hard fighting you, you looked so hot when you punched me.” His breathing increased in speed and he reached around to hold your ass, gaining leverage to thrust upwards inside you, hitting your sweet spot. 

You bury your head in his chest as he rocked the entire bed with the power of his thrusts. You could only lie there and enjoy the ride as he took care of your needs.

“Please Bakugou,” You begged, unsure exactly what you wanted.  

“Does my baby want more?” He smiled and tightened his hold on your ass. You know that will be leaving bruises but you didn't care. You wanted his mark on your skin. 

You nod, too desperate to speak. One of his hands left your ass to reach down to where you were connected. He expertly used his finger to rub one side of your clit, driving you insane. You let out a whine, the different sensations all coming together to ruin you. 

You reached down to grab his wrist and pushed his hand down, needing just a little more. 

“Greedy little girl aren't you.” He teased, catching your hand. 

You let out a pathetic whine and try to hit your fist against his chest but he catches your hand and shoves both of them above your head. 

He leaned down and whispered hoarsely in your ear, “What are you going to do now? 

Your entire body pulses with need at his words, he did not play fair. You tried to thrust your hips up to meet his but he quickly used his other hand to push them into the bed. 

You twisted your body to free yourself from his hold but it was no use, he had you exactly where he wanted you. 

“Outside of this bedroom you are a strong hero,” He pushed himself deeper inside you. “But here you are my baby and I take care of what is mine.” 

You wanted to deny his words but he was not wrong, you loved being pampered by him. To not worry about anything as he took care of you was a dream. You relaxed into his hold, submitting yourself to his will. 

His fingers returned to your aching cunt, this time to create tight circles around your clit. Loud wanton moans left your lips as the waves heat in your pussy started to rapidly spread. Your entire body was tingling and jerking as you got closer and closer to ecstasy. 

The waves of pleasure grew more and more until their power overwhelmed you. With nowhere to hide your face he had a front-row seat to watch you fall apart on his dick. Your entire body tightened as the waves overtook your mind leaving you floating with Bakugou as your anchor. 

Tears leaked out of the side of your eyes as he forced your body to climb higher, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. Even as the waves subsided you were still floating. In the back of your mind you could make out his low moan as he emptied his hot cum inside you. 

After a few minutes he carefully pulled out of your heat and collapsed next to you on the bed. You were too tired to react as he pulled you towards his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. 

He rubbed your back as your body shook, still recovering from his touch. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and as your body finally stopped floating you could make out some of his words. 

“That’s it baby, just relax.” He mumbled. “We have a long first day tomorrow.” 

You give him a weak smile and close your eyes knowing he will take care of you. You had a lot to look forward to with Bakugou by your side. 

[quokkacore]

can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

masterlist

Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!" 

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston. 

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on. 

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73. 

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day. 

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

 So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

 When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were. 

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial. 

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours. 

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy. 

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily. 

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning. 

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him. 

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface." 

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey." 

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you." 

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak. 

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you. 

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone. 

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?" 

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?" 

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does." 

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did. 

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage." 

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees." 

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life. 

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?" 

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight. 

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time. 

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.  

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss. 

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid. 

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did. 

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless. 

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” 

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until… 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground. 

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap. 

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said. 

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen. 

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out. 

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him. 

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin. 

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy. 

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin. 

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?" 

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted." 

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit. 

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still. 

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered. 

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now. 

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside." 

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours. 

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours. 

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch. 

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders. 

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod. 

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head. 

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.” 

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?" 

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!" 

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!" 

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before. 

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded. 

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!" 

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer. 

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath. 

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds. 

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl." 

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast. 

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis. 

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie." 

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach. 

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore." 

[captainaikus]

dear belle ,, i am now back after reading all of interrupted and barely breathing .. BARELY ALIVE at this point !! i never thought i wanted to call sae a dog but now look at me 😭 choking him too!!!! god him fantasizing about u domming him when he cums :( ryusei's part too oml he's so needy …… canonically i think he'd DEFINITELY be into that shit for sure. kaiser and recording to blackmail him? YUM. i loved this so much belle </3 them just being so desperate to get ur attention !! (｡T ω T｡)

Hi Zari !! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Apologies for responding so late - uni has me by the neck and i was too tired to respond last night. (╥﹏╥)

i um,,, i had a brain rot (＾་།＾) for subby sae. i can totally imagine him going like "don't you know that i never submit? or do you need me to put you in your place?" kinda guy and my reaction was very different this time with a response of, "do i need to put you in your place, whore?" subby sae just hits different. I know for a fact that this man acts tough and mean outside but behind closed doors he puts on a different show where no one can see him. i plan on writing more of subby sae- cause the brainrot i have is intense.

i think this fic is making people change their preferences and i'm actually living for it. subby men just hit different yk? and its kinda giving more of me cause i like hearing them whine and moan - and this was the first time i wrote subby men for bllk. and now that its set in motion - idk if i can stop it (,,>﹏<,,)

Coming to Ryusei, you cannot tell me that this man doesn't like being dommed over. as much as i paint him to be a dom, subby ryu is just- he likes being choked and degraded and i like to think that he has high pitched moans that he knows are a turn on for you and wants you to notice him, own him- give him all of your attention. take it away and he is on the verge of tears- his subby side is as spontaneous as his personality on the field and will vary from taunting you to fuck him harder to whining and begging you to make him cum if you're not having his bratty attitude.

*sigh* Kaiser slut for the camera

this is gonna have a sequel for sure. It was the first time i wrote for him on the blog and poor guy got dominated on day one and that too in NNN. i am not sorry

I really wanted to bring down his pompous ass. he has never been degraded before, but is turned on by it from the time you turned the tables on him. ik for a fact that this guy likes having his hair pulled and being given hickies.

In short : attention whores. all 3 of 'em. *huff*

Thank you for reblogging and I'm glad you enjoyed it Zari ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

[giorno-plays-piano]

Your place Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (High School AU)

Warnings: yandere, obsession, bullying, degradation, dubcon.

Words: 1776.

Summary: You suffer in the arms of America’s golden boy, the one who has been bullying you for years.

Part 1

P.S. Some more smut, finally! All characters had reached 18 years of age. Hope you’ll enjoy!

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"Are you going to come on Saturday?"

Steve moved his hand down your naked belly, watching you laying close to him on your bed and breathing softly. You glanced back at him, his handsome features illuminated by the dim light coming from the lamp on your nightstand.

"Where to?" You asked as he covered the back of your hand with his palm twice bigger than yours.

"The field house. We have a game."

He traced your knuckles with his fingertips and you thought how odd Steve was. Who could have thought the school's biggest bully was such a cuddle-bug after sex? It wasn't bad, though. You actually liked this side of him.

"Sure."

You weren't interested much in basketball or any other sports, but it was easier to come rather then fight Steve again. He was stubborn like a mule. Besides, a part of you felt like you belong there - many of your classmates were coming to see almost every game.

Why did Steve care whether you were there or not? Surely, he had already been showing you off in front of everyone as much as he could as if you were his trophy - now you sat close to him in class and then in cafeteria during lunch time; he was dragging you with him after classes along with his stupid friends. The whole school knew the nature of your relationship, and the first weeks it was making you bitter and hateful. Steve Rogers head fucking forced himself on you, yet instead of sympathy all you got was an enormous amount of jealousy. You were still receiving hate mailes dropped into your locker. The girls kept whispering curses behind your back as you walked down the corridors with Steve and his pack of wolves. He was able to make everyone silent, though. Now even his friends had no right to bully you like before. He reserved it purely for himself.

"Did you buy yourself a dress?"

"What dress?" You blinked in confusion. "Do I need a dress on Saturday?"

Steve smiled at you and leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"No, kitten, I'm talking about the prom."

You rolled your eyes at his words. Of course, Steve Rogers needed to show off everywhere he possibly could - he definitely hoped to become prom king. You, on the contrary, didn't care much. In fact, you didn't want to come there at all. You hardly had any friends at school, and coming to watch Steve flashing his smile and basking in the rays of glory would only make you more irritated with him.

"No, I didn't."

"Then we could go together. I know one nice place."

"Where? 5th Avenue again?"

You smirked, watching the guy frown. Last time you went shopping together was a nightmare for you. You ended up with several bags of expensive lingerie Steve paid for, and you were disgusted at yourself for giving in to him. True, his family was twice wealtier than yours, but it didn't mean you wanted anything from him. Except for leaving you alone, that is.

"And what of it?" Rogers asked you sharply, rising above you. "If I want to buy you a dress, I will."

You sighed, turning your head to Steve and pulling your body closer against his. You learned to enjoy this intimacy with time as he taught you what making love to each other meant. You were pleasantly surprised at his efforts to make you feel good.

"Steve, please. I don't want to think of it now. It's... ruining the mood."

He purred as you caressed his blonde hair and snuggled closer to you, dropping little kisses to your face and touching your cheek affectionately. Steve loved being tender. You believed he had a real physical need to touch you one way or another, often without any sexual subtext at all. It was almost as bad as his need to bully you verbally, especially when he was aroused. You were still learning how to cope with that.

If only he didn't make those photos of you and him in the locker room that time. It was the only reason you obeyed him three months ago when he declared he wanted to keep you close. You didn't know if Steve had stored those pictures somewhere, but you weren't worried about them anymore. His obvious obsession with you would keep him from showing photos of you naked with his cock buried inside your wet cunt to the hilt. You could walk away now, yet everything wasn't as easy as before. Steve made sure to gain trust of your parents, pretending to be the perfect caring boyfriend to you and just a very good guy to everyone else. He also made you meet his parents who turned out to be surprisingly nice, nothing like their son. Steve's mother Sarah took an immediate liking to you and often sent you a huge piece of her famous raspberry pie. It was a highlight of your day when Steve handed it to you during lunch. If you broke up with him now, you were sure he'd make up some story where you were the one to blame, and it would make your life even more miserable.

"Why are we doing this, Steve?" You asked him quietly as he played with a lock of your shiny hair. When be looked back at you, you realized he knew what you were talking about.

"What do you mean?" He grunted in return.

"You know this can't last forever." You said, your voice tired. "There are only a few months left before the graduation."

You were still stroking his hair as he bit down on his plump lower lip, his eyes not leaving your face as he stared down at you from above. There was something unsettling in his gaze, something dark, even scary, but you refused to be afraid of his temper tantrums.

"We're applying to different colleges, and they're not close to each other. How do you think we can keep... this going?"

Steve struggled for words, and you saw he was getting frustrated. It was odd - he liked to use aggression as his shield, rarely showing his vulnerable side to anyone and barking off whatever accusation you threw at him. Yet here you were, looking at the guy who couldn't utter a word to answer a simple question.

Was it despair you saw on his pretty face?

"You can choose the same place, too."

"Are you joking? My family would have so sell our house to pay for my studies then." You let out a sigh.

"You can apply for a grant. With your grades it's not impossible."

"Steve, let's be realistic. You wanna go to Columbia University. Do you have any idea how many people are applying for a grant to study there?" You said and, seeing him getting more agitated, wrapped your hands around his muscular shoulders, reaching out to kiss him again.

He deepened the kiss immediately, swirling his tongue around yours and then licking the insides of your mouth when you mewled softly beneath him. The soft vibration against his lips made Steve shivered from pleasure. He spent a bit more time rolling the tip of his tongue all the way around yours and finally released you, dropping a kiss to your chin.

"If you can't make it, I'm going to apply to the same place as you." He whispered, and you felt his cock gradually getting harder. "I'm sure they'll be happy to take me."

"Steve, you're mad." You shaked your head. "What are your parents going to say? They want the best for y-"

"I don't care what they want, it's up to me to decide." The guy growled and bit your lower lip gently, lowering himself on top of you again. "You're my girl, and my girl is going with me. I still have those photos in case you forgot."

"Ah!"

You squeezed your eyes shut as his fingers touched your overstimulated clit, rubbing it skillfully as you squirmed. Your mouth fell agape as you were left gasping for air, trapped under Steve's athletic figure. Moaning at his touch, you looked at him, feverish, getting aroused again, your hands caressing his back as he smiled at you. He loved when you were a blushing mess beneath him, crying out his name as you were orgasming. No one else got to see you like this.

"I know you were a good girl today, but I want some more. You can handle it, can't you?" The guy cooed in your ear. "Come on, kitten. Show me how you mewl with my cock inside you. You're gonna mewl for me, right? Do it. Now."

You did as he said when his fingers were slowely fucking your sloppy cunt, your core aching for his dick almost painfully. Mewling softly, you kissed him again, and Steve slammed into you, muffling your high-pitched cry with his mouth  as he started rocking his hips. It felt so good, so fucking good. A wail of pleasure ripped from your throat, and Steve grinned at you.

"You're such a good little kitten, Y/N. I think next time we won't go to a restaurant, I'm just gonna give you a cat bowl full of my cum. You're gonna lick it clean, yeah? You're gonna do that for me, dear?"

"Yes, yesss, Steve." You whined as you felt your pussy kissing the base of his cock with a lewd sound. Panting and moving with Steve, you already felt one more orgasm building up, your mouth open and drooling. "I'm a good kitten, I'm a good kitten... pleaseplease Steeeeve..."

He groaned at your words, speeding up gradually and watching your eyes roll to the back of your head: he was rubbing against your g-spot to make your pussy milk his balls dry. Of, he fucking loved seeing that stupid expression on your face when you came, completely helpless, dependent on him to give you pleasure no one else could.

Steve was the one and only who could make you like this. Who the hell cared what his friends or parents said if he could hear you moaning his name beneath him whenever he liked? You were becoming more and more accepting, clinging to him when others were to mock you in public, spreading your legs for him when he cornered you in your or his own room. You grew to enjoy obeying him like a good girl you were, and Steve was going to keep you, finally, after all those long years of waiting.

He would make sure you never left his sight again.

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Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki  ​@helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin ​@lovelydarkdaydream

[keiscait]

hey, may i please request a bedroom matchup LOL 😏

she/her, bisexual (men over women (unless it's a big tittie goth gf)

sagittarius sun and virgo rising

ravenclaw 😏

sexual: i like being the top. call me mommy LOL. i also like being topped, i have a major knife kink 😏 im in charge most of the time, however it can change every now and then. when i'm the bottom i want my partner to spit in my mouth 🧎‍♀️ neck and ear bites plz 😏 i'm very vocal 👹👹

things i look for in a partner:

-LOYALTY!!1!1!2!2'

-has to have a good sense of humor

-chill

-very understanding

personality: i'm very outgoing and friendly to most people, but i keep my friend group small. i'm the loud friend of the group and i'm always trying my best to make my friends laugh. i say really weird things at the most random times and i often look really high so people think i'm on something. i'm a good leader though and take charge in the three sports i'm in. (i'm varsity captain in one of my sports!!)

appearance:

plans for future: i'm currently a senior in high school and i plan on going into the national guard or air force when i graduate :). the military will pay for college and i plan on either going into the criminal justice field or information technology field :p

music taste: literally everything except for country. you can catch me listening to dr dre, schoolboy q, blackstreet, and kendrick lamar one minute and then queen the next. i also love my female rap artists 👏👏 90s rock and rnb are also a must. i listen to 00's club music on a regular 😏

Hello and welcome, my dearest Bri! AND ADVANCED HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wish I could bake you a cake, but all I can do is send some love (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* Let’s get right to it then! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Look who we have here, hon!

Suna Rintarou! (Runner up: Kageyama Tobio)

Suna here has a really cold and icy demeanor, which I think has to be balanced out by outgoing people (like the Miya twins). He likes to act like this dark and brooding person, but deep down, he’s actually just a little gremlin like most of us. 

- Okay okay, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I already know that you’re a Suna stan, but I genuinely could not think of anybody who matches your personality description better, the two of you would just be *aggressive chefs kiss*

- I’m kinda getting an enemies-to-lovers-ish vibe with this dynamic, but also like a partners-in-crime-to-lovers type of deal. Either way, it’ll start out a little bit chaotic

- Has a crush on you immediately, I just KNOW it, but he won’t realize this until later on, and may even totally deny it to himself

- He doesn’t really know when exactly he starts catching feelings for you, but the realization probably hits him when he sees you going about your daily activities

- You could be doing any of your extra curriculars - basketball, track, or marching band - and he sees how much you enjoy it, or maybe even after you just said one of your random thoughts. Whatever makes him feel like he’s getting to know you a little bit better

- it’s when you laugh right after, and suddenly he feels like he’s just been spiked a ball in the face, and he just audibly goes “ah shit.”

- Has no fucking clue what to do at first KDHFKSJHL someone pls help him!!!

- He ends up being a little awkward when he tries to do anything about it, and it’ll all just feel so unnatural HAHAH

- “Let me carry your bag” “No Rin it’s fine I can--” *pries your bag from your hands with way too much force*

- in his mind he’s like “Ah yes that went perfectly 😌”

- he tries to communicate his feelings in little ways like this, hoping you’ll catch on

- No, Suna Rintarou, poking fun at someone is not a declaration of love, but nice try!

- he’ll get so frustrated if you don’t catch on (or maybe you do, and you just want him to say something first), and eventually will straight up yell tell you how he feels

- once you two are together, he’ll still try to act he’ll try to keep up his icy exterior, but trust me, he’s completely whipped for you

- SHARED PLAYLISTS!!!!

- Appreciates that you keep your friend group small, because at the end of the day, he’s still a pretty reserved guy

- Admires your leadership qualities, and will not be insecure and toxic about it, despite what other people believe. He honestly wishes he could be more like you, in that sense

- He’ll be your # 1 fan in everything you do. Will support whatever it is that you want to achieve, and will cut any bitch who tries to get in your way

- boy is in LOOOOOVE

- If he ever gets mad or annoyed at you, just give him the smallest peck on his cheek, and he’ll be all putty in your hands again

- Likewise, I think he’d be so good at making you blush too. It’s not all the time that he does this, but when he does, it’s 1000000% effective

- A FRICKING TEASE SKJDHFDSJFGLSGJ CHANGE MY MIND

- Honestly I love this dynamic so much that I wanna make him your bedroom matchup too, but I feel like that would be a cop out 

~

You were exhausted.

It was never easy juggling all the activities that you took part in - each of them was truly a labor of love. Today was particularly draining because it was, after all, your birthday, and it just HAD TO fall on a weekday. You plonked on your bed and started scrolling through your phone.

Your tight-knit group of friends continued to send you birthday wishes, despite having already done so when you saw them earlier that day. They had sung to you and let you blow out a birthday candle - it was all they could do, given your busy schedules. You looked forward to the weekend you had planned with them and your boyfriend, Rintarou.

Speaking of Rin, you thought to yourself, as a message notification from him popped up.

- You’re already home, right?

- Yeah! Just got here. So tired

- That’s too bad. I was gonna ask you to open the door for me but I guess I’ll just go home

You ran to your front door faster than you expected you could manage, and there stood Suna, a balloon and a box of pizza in hand. He pretended to walk away slowly, making you giggle before you grabbed him and dragged him inside.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Happy birthday, babe.”

You were giddy, not expecting him to show up. “I thought we were gonna wait til the weekend for my celebration??” 

“Do you not know me by now?” he chuckled. “As if I’d let today pass without doing anything about it.”

You smiled and looked at him for a few seconds. He rarely looks so sincere, and so warm, and you just wanted to drink up every last drop of this moment.

He teased, “But y’know, I guess if you’re too tired, I can totally scarf down this pizza by myself.”

You groaned before dragging him to your room and setting up the playlist you guys worked on together, getting ready for a night in.

~

I hope that was alright, bb! Let’s make our way to the bedroom now ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

For some private time, I’ve invited over...

Oikawa Tooru! (Runner up: Suna Rintarou)

Despite how other people believe he’s a dom, I think he’d be a switch, at best. I think in the bedroom, he’d love to let his partner take control, just as much as loves having his way with them.

- What really gets this fucker going is pleasing people - and who would he love to please more than his s/o?

- He loves how your confidence translates into your bedroom behavior

- I headcanon that he easily falls apart in bed, and would gladly do so for his partner 

- He is s e n s i t i v e. Touch him, kiss him, grab him EVERYWHERE

- LOUD, but a lot of it is trying to get his partner to be even louder

- How does this man have both a praise kink and a degradation kink? Idk but I’m so sure he has both

- Would be totally onboard with your knife kink. He’s super into sensory play

- Speaking of which

- BLINDFOLD HIMMMM SKDJHFSDJFK THAT WOULD BE A SIGHT TO BEHOLD

- Once you ask him to take charge, I think he would still be a service dom

- Knows all your sensitive spots. Made sure to take note of them so that he can get you back for all the times you hit his sweet spots

- Loves mouth stuff. His mouth. Your mouth. Putting stuff in them. Tongue stuff. Loves all of it

- Great at aftercare, just a bit flashy with it. Kind of makes a show of what he’s doing but in the most adorable way

- Delicate with how he handles you after. Or if you’re the one giving him aftercare, would praise you the whole time

- Will hold you til you fall asleep 🥺

~

As a little extra gift, I wanted to give you a dressing room matchup too! 

I think your gorgeous face would look SO GOOD with...

Miya Atsumu! WHAT AN INSANELY GOOD LOOKING COUPLE YOU WOULD MAKE

~

That’s it for now, darling! I hope that was worth all the waiting you did. Thank you for being such a wonderful housemate - don’t hesitate to chat with me anytime. Advanced happy birthday again! (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[solomonfiore]

A Night in Kyiv

“I’m an angel who was attending a school of Satan.”

Anatoly Onoprienko

We have broken our way into an abandoned tenement in the slums of Kyiv. Piles of trash are scattered about recklessly. A black pentagram has been spraypainted on the wall. We mark all the squats we occupy this way as a tribute to Beelzebub. The wallet I stole from the old man I stabbed to death in the park earlier that evening has enabled us to spend a little extra money on drugs. A hypodermic needle filled with high-grade heroin sits next to a piss-stained mattress lying on the floor. I stole some vodka from the market on the way back from the Peste Noir concert. Most of the bottle has been finished. We're thoroughly drunk by now. You can't wait to make love. You're already lying back against the side of the mattress with your skirt hiked up over your pale, young legs. Our skin has yet to become leathery and peel away from our bones like it has to a lot of our friends who are addicts, though my track marks are becoming blacker and blacker—the chronic nature of my abuse growing impossible to ignore. I'm grateful that I was able to cop some decent drugs for a change. Due to the grinding poverty we are forced to endure on a daily basis, we often have to use a substance that is less potent and far more toxic than heroin to keep from getting sick. Were it not for the deplorable conditions of our environment we would not have to inject this garbage known as desomorphine. We are smarter than this! We are better than this! But the hopelessness of our situation keeps us down. We cannot raise our voice to our oppressors for fear of reprisal.

After having suppressed my rage throughout my adolescence, I found solace in Satanism. Huysmans once stated that Satanists are no more than disappointed Christians. Well, I am disappointed. Not only in Christ, but in the entire world. I am disappointed with the U.S. and globalization's fallout. I am tired of being caught in the middle of a tug-of-war between Poland and Russia like a helpless child growing up in a dysfunctional household. Centuries of oppression boil inside me, but I’m not allowed to scream. I must suppress this fury.

I’m getting sick. I feel weak. Tingling sensations radiate down over my shoulders, emptying out into my legs.

You want to make love, but I tell you we must shoot up first.

You have only been using needles for a week. You were twelve when you became my lover. Now you are thirteen. Your arms are as white as a Calla lily drenched in a gauze of mist. They show no trace of abuse. You’re still inexperienced and squeamish so I have to inject you myself.

Everything unfolds before us in black and white as if we were actors in a film. Our favorite scene gets played back over and over again unto eternity. I hear your breath in my ear while I find a tender, blue vein under the light of the moon. The plunger descends beneath my thumb and memories of our love are pushed back into my mind…

You were lost when I met you. The drowning ghost of Ophelia lived inside you. And your emerald eyes climbed out of the black waters of your long hair to cling to me for dear life. I introduced you to the Devil and you embraced His power wholeheartedly. I took sadistic pleasure in seeing what heresies you were willing to commit in His name. We vandalized and burned churches together when I wasn't introducing you to the lowliest depths of sexual degradation. But as our fascination with the occult grew into an obsession, it became apparent that we had both become equally enmeshed within a web of inescapable evil. Murder became more than just a means of fueling our habit. It became a mainstay.

We left a string of killings behind us. We talked about them for hours together, recalling certain details about the incidents that one of us may have missed in the heat of the slaughter. For instance, you were particularly interested in what our victims were wearing. Whether it was the diamond brooch we pilfered from your aunt after clubbing her to death in the schoolyard or the ring I had slid from off the finger of a dismembered hand seconds before proposing to you under a sanguine moon, you always had an eye for accoutrement. You remembered the pattern of the knickers that the street vendor from Andriyivskyy Descent wore when we stripped him down at the abandoned factory and forced him to drink drain cleaner, putting cigarettes out on his chest as he ingested the toxic concoction. After removing a pauper's private parts with a box cutter and feeding them to his dog, you kept its collar, not only as a memento, but to wear around your own neck as a fashion statement. You always had a strong sense for aesthetics.

What fascinated me was how some of our victims would assume an entirely passive stance once they came to the realization that their death was inevitable while others would scream like bloody hell until their very last breath. A trucker we ambushed on Hertsena Street was surprisingly resigned after I had slit his throat. Having worked at a slaughterhouse, I knew it took considerable time for a pig to die after this. Instead of panicking or trying to escape, he just lay there in the brush beside us, surrounded by tall stalks of hazel grass as a burbling fountain of maroon viscera bubbled out of his mouth. Watching the individual suffer is half the entertainment when committing a homicide. He wasn't animated enough so I stabbed him in the eyes with his own house keys hoping that would jolt him into action, but he hardly flinched. We took turns carving upside down crosses into the fat of his thighs but he nary moved an inch. On the other hand, a young woman and her five-year-old daughter would prove to be quite the handful. Not the daughter. The daughter behaved in much the same fashion as the old man, though I only know this from what you’ve told me. I was busy with Mother Goose. She sure squawked like one. Enough for me to have to stuff her mouth up with my own sock while gutting her. After considering these psychological phenomena, I asked you whether or not you intended to die softly or put up a fight.

Your purple lips curved into a serene smile. Lightly dusted with pollen from an upturned window box of chrysanthemums nearby, your cheeks betrayed an ever so slight blush of excitement. Bearing the tenderness of a kitten and the immaculate aura of a cherub, you answered thus:

“If it is for my Master, the Great Spirit Lucifer, I shall approach my grave with open arms. He has assured me during His visits that we will have a place beside Him at the foot of His throne so long as we have done His bidding on the material plane. The violence of our passion burns with a flame intense enough to carry us into the netherworld where we will rejoice together in love everlasting."

The Gods of the Pit must have been watching out for us. For we had successfully taken out almost a dozen people without a trace of the law in sight. But the season of our good fortune would abruptly change one afternoon.

We had been terrorizing a homeless woman in a field just outside of Puscha-Vodytsia. Cold drizzle pelted us as I smashed her head in with a shovel. Amping up the bludgeoning to a hyperbolic frequency, you, my ashen-haired accomplice, whipped her with the branch of a tree. In beige, mercurial gobs, the three of our shadows fused to create a single form projected onto the shivering walls of grass around us. The ghostly reflection of our struggle wavered in the wind. She whimpered and drooled as her brains spilled out of the top of her cracked skull with the same disorder as the tentacles of a freshly beached squid. On a trail less than a yard away, a little boy happened to be riding his bicycle. I knew he recognized you as the missing girl in the papers because he stopped momentarily to get a better look at the scene. I tried to catch him but he sped away.

Now we are on the run, hiding out in the slums of the Ukraine.

Your beauty shines through the gray pall of the room. You excite me beyond measure despite the potency of the heroin. I'm no longer paralyzed by the grinding stress of being hunted amidst a country about to go to war when I’m entering the clean, silky haven of your insides. It seems I could live off your spit and your fluids forever when we are bound together physically. I see the look in your pleading eyes and know what you want me to do. I wrap my hands around your throat and start to squeeze. It’s hard for me to stay focused on making love to you while I'm choking you, but I do it because you’ve come to love it so much. I derive no pleasure from this. I have to be careful not to deface your fragile skin or use too much pressure while at the same time maintaining my own level of arousal. This is difficult for me, particularly when I'm high. I do this strictly for you.

You’ve told me you’ve experienced visions of the Beast while being throttled and tonight something wondrous happens. Lucifer comes to visit, not just you, but both of us while our bodies are entwined together in that squalid lair. Inky jets of smoke climb out from the back of your head as you speak in tongues entirely foreign to this world. Sweaty bundles of pale yellow and green fungi growing on the far wall behind us swell to life. An oozing globule of sulfuric vapors congeals to form a static cloud in the shape of the Horned God. He stands over us, calling upon us to express our devotion to Him through the throes of our lust as we writhe about the floor in throes of illicit rapture. Your face begins to twitch as I apply extra pressure to your platysma muscle, clenching my teeth together so tightly they threaten to pierce the insides of my mouth. Your throat—so pure and white that it never so much as reveals the horizontal stress lines that all of us possess from infancy on—is now wreathed in blue and purple corals of broken blood vessels as ecchymosis sets in from vagal inhibition and the increased strain against your hyoid bone. Your hypoxic climax is a sea of convulsions squirming in my clenched fists. Milky clouds fill up the green domes of your eyes and a tear of black blood runs down your left cheek as my darkness empties into you, blotting out what little you still possessed of your purity like an oil spill spreading out from the center of a crystalline pond.

I collapse on top of you, resting my head atop the thin plate of your solar plexus. You’re coughing violently. You pull yourself out from beneath me. I lift myself up and watch you in silence as you gasp for air while clutching your throat. At first I’m worried I’ve gone too far this time, but you flash me a faint smile to assure me you’re okay once your composure’s regained. I breathe a sigh of relief. I haven’t disappointed Lucifer by denying Him the sacrifice we’ll be offering Him when we execute the joint suicide pact we planned for tomorrow on Walpurgisnacht.

"Regie Satanas," I mumble under my breath.

Solomon Fiore - March 18, 2017

<photos: Aleksandra Petrova>

Special thanks to Aleksandra Petrova of the Kitsune Klan.