#ignore the dirty desk im. a mess at best

[freshcut-chetney]

I love a damn good cup of coffee and I love it more in my Oh Deer Diner mug 🥰

[gamblersdoll]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a nsfw of genya where reader is touching genya while he plays his game and all his friends hear is him making sounds in the mic and reader ends up riding him after, I hope it’s not too weird and thank you❤️

not too weird! was just thinking about it too because of the recent dub ep

18+, under the desk support, teasing, handjob, whiny genya! >:)) , riding.

you fall under the category of ‘black cat girlfriend, gamer nerd boyfriend.’

yet, genya was such a bottom, usually its the other way around. this was no different, not with the way you basically just cockwarmed genya, only in your hand of course.

his face was red, redder than anything of a apple or tomato that youve seen. you smile, kissing his cheek and keep your dirty words to yourself.

he gulps when your hand starts to stroke him, biting his lip as he tries to hold back his breath and moans and hes slowly losing that grip on the controller.

“genya! you okay?” you can hear tanjiro ask, zenitsu screaming about dying or about to die, and inosuke just screaming about for honor.

“mhm! im okay.” he responds shakily, looking at you while you lock eyes with him. he pulls his mic up so no one could hear, “what the hell?”

“shh, just let me do this, ‘kay?” you mumble, spitting in your hand and slowly jerking him again. all he can do is whimper under his breath, even zenitsu screaming at genya to stop breathing heavily in the mic.

“ah fuck!—“ he groans, having to recollect himself and focus on the game. “yeah, i just got hurt, thats all.” he replies back to tanjiro.

he hears his throat cracking up, muting himself temporarily and looks to you. “thats not fair..” he moans, eyes crossing as you quickly pump his cock. “its not fair, its not fair, its not fair.. uh–“ he moans, hearing tanjiro call him back.

and his eyes check on you, immediately ignoring the game as he see your shorts have been removed, and watch how you climb on top of him.

“be quiet, baby. enjoy your game.” you mouth to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and working your knees immediately.

he would be lying if he said it isn’t difficult to play, hed be lying through is teeth. because he cant just stop playing, or this was his way of playing hard to get. he just bites his lip as you bounce up his cock, down to his balls.

“guys, i gotta head out—“ he tries to say, mouth starting to water at the way you clit was dragging up his skin.

‘man, you just got here! cant you stay a little bit?’ tanjiro says over the mic, exclaiming when genya agrees and you chuckle. poor baby.

and you pick up your pace, feeling that pleasurable cramp starting act up. your mouth drops to an ‘o,’ cumming silently on genya’s cock until it was hard to just pull out.

hes trying his best to stay composed, what the fuck made you this horny to where youd slut yourself out just.. in front of his friends. was this in front of them? had to be. but he feels like he could cum from this too, eyes rolling back when you slowly move your hips.

“ill be back—“ he quickly says, heading to discord and leaving the call. his hands grip your hips, only a few hard, deep strokes to make himself such a mess inside your cunt. you moan, making eye contact with him as his own dilate.

“cummin- i cummin—“ he growls yet mewls, knotting himself accidentally and whining out. “fuck! fuck! fuck!” he breathlessly says, squeezing his eyes in a painful yet pleasurable way of knotting. it had been a minute, and he had knot you in.. oh god, months?

“im…” he breathes, panting as he pulls you back into his lap. “im going to kill you.” he chuckles, kissing your lips.

[tetsuwhore]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢)

Description: general NSFW headcanons with Kuroo, Osamu and Goshiki

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Miya Osamu x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

Warning: explicit nsfw (duh), mentions corruption kink and degradation

he’d likely be into having friends with benefits arrangements - Kuroo enjoys the casual nature of the sex, and is very much capable of keeping his emotions in check so he doesn’t develop romantic feelings

though, he’d prefer it being with someone he’s actually good friends with rather than a mere acquaintance or a random hookup, simply because that’d make him feel more comfortable

this dude would probably text them to come over, do the Do™️, and then end up getting some takeout afterwards while they just chill and watch a movie or something lmao

Kuroo will frustrate you to no end - trailing his fingers just near the waistband of your panties, or planting kisses along your inner thighs while deliberately avoiding your core

he’s a tease - it’s just in his nature. he’ll keep up the dirty talk and deny you to the point where it’s maddening 

if you want to cum, you’ll have to either a) beg hard enough until he’s satisfied, or b) pull his head to your core and grind your hips into his face. he loves when you toss out all inhibitions and shamelessly decide to take matters into your own hands

when he wants to really mess with you, he’ll start grinding into you while you’re in his lap during a makeout session. he’ll make you ride his thigh and simply chuckle, doing a fat load of nothing when you whine about how it’s not enough stimulation to get you to cum

definitely uses sex as a form of stress relief. not only is he the Nekoma volleyball team captain, he’s also in college prep classes - a whole lotta stress equates to a whole lotta sex

for instance, say you’re studying together for an exam and he’s getting restless after having sat at a desk for hours. he’ll lead you to the bed, fuck you senseless to the point where you’re teary-eyed, kiss your forehead after you’re both satisfied, and then get right tf back to his textbook lmao

since you both have such tight schedules, there will be a lot of quickies. storage closet quickie, study session quickie, late night before a game quickie.

still, he’ll feel bad because he knows it’s not as satisfying or intimate, so when he has more time to spare, he’ll focus completely on spoiling you

Kuroo is a very giving partner in general - he gets off on making you squirm and cry out for him. he’ll seize every opportunity given to go down on you. he doesn’t care if he dislocates his jaw while making you feel good, he’ll ignore the ache and keep going until you’re satisfied

he’s an observant one, and will read your body language to learn what you like or dislike. he wants nothing more than to be the partner you need him to be, so he’ll change his approach according to what you respond well to

he notices you squirming more when he’s manhandling and degrading you? he’ll call you a dirty slut and tighten his grip on your hips

he feels your nails dig just a little deeper into his back when he’s being nicer and gentler? he’ll whisper sweet praises about how you’re such a good girl for him

ok im gonna stop now ffsfsfsfs can you tell how hard i simp for him

Osamu and Atsumu are always being compared to each other, with Atsumu being labelled the ‘wilder one’ and Osamu, the opposite

people who aren’t very familiar with him often make the assumption that he’s squeaky clean, and therefore, pretty vanilla in bed… right?

wrong. 

Osamu is into kink exploration, and is very much interested in discovering the various facets of sex

plus, he gets a little kick out of being so unsuspecting -everytime he’s in public and feels a mild sting from the scratches on his back, he smirks to himself, reveling in the feeling of having this dirty little secret

definitely one with a bit of a corruption kink. he finds it amusing how he’s perceived as a vanilla person, when in actuality, he’s the one who relishes the feeling of taking away someone else’s innocence

he gets such a hard-on for responsive partners, ones who can’t control themselves when they squirm around and whimper sharply at even the lightest touch. it’s a way for him to tell whether he’s doing a good job at pleasing his partner. plus, the little boost to his ego certainly doesn’t hurt

such a sucker for domesticity. there’s just something about watch you move around the house (the house you share with him), doing the laundry or cooking at the stove. it may seem odd, but it turns him on because it simply reiterates the fact that you’re all his

on several occasions, he’s found himself sneaking up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist while you’re doing something. when you turn your head back slightly to smile at him, he’ll lightly press his lips against yours before trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders

the moment never remains soft for long - soon, he’ll have his fingers in your panties, rubbing tight circles on your clit while you cling on to his arm for support. he’ll hold you in place all the way until you tense up and reach your orgasm

then this bitch innocently kisses your cheek and leaves like he didn’t just turn your legs into jelly lmao

during arguments, Osamu does have a tendency to get frustrated, and he sometimes gets up in your face, hissing at you over something he disagrees with. the tension in the room, paired with you two being pressed up so close to each other often leads to angry sex

he’ll push you up against a wall and pull you into a vicious kiss that escalates to him thrusting into you at a punishing pace. as the tension dissipates though, he’ll be less rough, going softer on you while whispering apologies and promising that he’d make it up to you

Goshiki probably gets a little blushy thinking about a lot of people, many of which tend to be strangers that he’s seen from afar and found attractive. he ends up having these little fantasies in his head sometimes - nothing too intense, and he probably wouldn’t even act on them

but while jerking off, his mind tends to… wander, and he begins fantasizing about these little crushes. he always feels bad afterwards, feeling like he was being disrespectful

lmao one time, he even felt compelled to go outright apologize to one of his senpais for having a ‘dream’ about her. she laughed when she deciphered what his stuttering words meant and brushed it off as something that happens to everyone

even if Goshiki’s dating someone by his third year, he may still be pretty nervous when it comes to sex. though, by the time you two actually start becoming sexually active, his drive to be ‘the best’ (yes, even at sex) is simply stronger than his nervousness

at first, you’ll likely suggest mutual masturbation so you can learn how the other likes being touched - he may not be 100% on-board at first, being impatient to jump right in and learn first-hand what you like, but he eventually realizes that it’s a good first step and agrees

he’ll need you to guide him yourself the first few times he touches you. gently grip his hair and guide his mouth where you want him, talk him through how you want him to finger you, give him verbal instructions if you want it “harder”, “slower” or “right there”, etc

as he learns, he’ll pick up on your non-verbal cues as well. he’ll start to observe your body language, or realize how your moans get louder when he does something that you like, and he’ll adapt his technique accordingly

he’s very eager to please in general, and will absolutely apply the saying “practice makes perfect” here, working hard at honing his technique to improve his skills. boy just wants to do his best to make you feel as good as possible

Goshiki always wants to be as close to your face as he can be because he loves hearing your pretty voice right up in his ear. as smug as it makes him, he still can’t help the blush on his face everytime he hears you cry out and whimper for him

for him.

you’ll actually make this boy short circuit if you moan his name while he’s touching you. he’ll tense up for a second, and then immediately go feral, working his tongue or fingers harder until you forget everything else but his name

he’s such a sucker for eating you out - he’s grown addicted to having your thighs wrapped around his head while he’s lapping his tongue at your clit and reveling in the gorgeous sounds of you sobbing his name

now everyone and their grandmother already headcanons this, but c’mon - praise kink. Goshiki fucking devours any praise you throw at him, be it about his physique or skill

it’s a way to boost his ego and bring out the more smug, dom side to him that makes him want to fuck you until you cry

[nikrangdan]

classmate!sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: you felt like park sunghoon was way, WAY out of your league... what happens when the teacher tells him to move seats and sit next to you?

*didnt proofread

————

becoming friends with park sunghoon was not something you expected to happen this year

throughout high school you had a small group of friends and never really stuck out

so when your teacher told sunghoon to move seats..

the seat happened to be the empty one next to..

guess who *cue the evil laugh*

YOU!!!!

your first thought was

‘this entire year is just gonna be him completely ignoring my existence or awkward interactions’

now you’ve heard of park sunghoon.... its basically a guarantee at your high school

he has this group of friends and theyre labelled as the popular kids i guess you could say

and the only reason he had to move seats in your two hour long class was because he and his friend jake goof off in class too often and your teacher deemed them “too distracting”

so eventually sunghoon was forced to move all the way across the classroom

right next to you

you were shocked to say the least

obviously he was handsome

too handsome to the point where you questioned how someone as good looking as him went to your school

he sighed and got up from his chair next to jake

but he still had a small smile remaining on his face indicating he wasnt that upset about him having to leave his friend

your heart began to beat quicker automatically as he walked towards your desk

even if you didnt have a crush on him like alot of people did, you still felt nervous around popular students like him for some reason

he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you, setting his bookbag on the floor next to him

he didnt look at you, nor acknowledge you

Awkward....

but nonetheless the lecture began again and the class sat in silence

taking notes on their laptops or sleeping

there were around 30 people in your class and your seat was in the middle row next to the window so you often gazed outside from the 2nd floor during class

you glanced to your right and noticed sunghoon slouched back in his seat, twirling around a pencil in his hand while his laptop remained open on his desk

it was just a white screen so he didnt take any notes

you were surpised because you knew he had fairly decent grades

you ignored your thoughts and continued taking your own notes

soon enough the bell rang and sunghoon stood up immediately and walked over to jake

‘yup’ you thought. ‘we are definitely not going to be having a single conversation this year.’

fast forward a couple days!!!!

you were sitting in class next to the boy

as normal

and you still have yet to talk to him.. mainly because you never initiated conversations ESPECIALLY when its a really really cute boy

anyways

ur teacher is like

Ok class im assigning a project and ur partner is the person sitting next to u

yay!!!!!! (can u sense the sarcasm)

welp

you sit in silence while everyone in the class starts discussing with their partners

the project is you have to make a presentation on a world issue of your choice

“um...” u start

sunghoon starts pulling out his laptop and binder

“what do you wanna do?”

he doesnt even look you

well!!!!!!

u didnt know sunghoon and his group of friends very well but u definitely thought they were more... friendly than this

its silent for like 5 seconds

“huh? oh sorry did you say something?”

“uh yeah.. i asked what you wanted to do for the project.”

“project?”

God u tried so hard not to laugh

you think he noticed because his cheeks turned a really light shade of pink

he looked so innocent

“yeah we have to make a presentation” you lightly chuckled

he was very amusing without even trying

“oh sorry haha.. i zone out easily”

“its okay.. but its due in less than 2 weeks so”

so you two spent the next hour choosing a topic and working on the project

it was kind of awkward for the first 10 minutes but then you warmed up to eachother

u were lucky that he was an extrovert too

(sunghoon is an extrovert for the sake of this story OK)

u were also lucky that he was smart

it was easy for you to talk to him.. he just felt comfortable

contrary to ur prior belief.. sunghoon was actually a really really cool guy

u used to think he was just a guy

now u think hes a really really cool guy

“can you please stop putting penguin clip art on the slides” you giggle

then he puts parrot clip art instead

“do your work!!!!” he was supposed to keep researching but he was trying to balance his pen on his nose

“shhh y/n... im doing something important.”

you roll your eyes

he was always doing something that was Not work

but you found it entertaining

and he’d make dumb little jokes that made you both hide your faces in your arms on top of the desk to hide your laughter

“hey y/n”

“what”

“what do you call an old snowman”

“i dunno.. snowgramps”

“no.. water”

you both made eye contact before bursting into laughter and then forcing yourselves to be quiet before u got in trouble

but that made everything funnier so you both were just covering your faces while trying so hard not to make a sound

this was so weird

u have never clicked with someone so fast before it honestly felt exciting

you were talking to sunghoon as if you’d been friends with him since birth

Very Very weird because you had only talked to him an hour ago and now u two are acting like besties ?!?!

jake noticed from across the room too

hes like ‘Why is sunghoon having fun without me🙄🙄’

the bell rings and so far you only have 2 slides

“we didnt get anything done” you note as you pack your bag

“yeah yeah i know. we can work on it more tomorrow”

“right.. see you tomorrow” you’re about to head out until jake walks up

“hey bro” he and sunghoon do some kind of made up handshake before he turns to look at you

now you know jake

everyone knows jake

you used to think he was the sweetest out of all their friend group

and he definitely lives up to that!!!

“hey y/n!” he gives u a smile

AWE hes so adorable

“hi” u reply

you were trying to speed up this conversation though so you could go eat lunch with your friend

“hows the project going?” he asks

“bad. sunghoon doesnt know how to do anything.” you deadpanned jokingly

sunghoon looks at you with an offended look that makes you wanna snort

“hey! you’re the one who doesn’t know how to add text to the slide!”

“what the hell sunghoon?! don’t tell him that, it’s embarrassing!” you give him a dirty look before walking out the classroom door with a smile on your face

days passed and you and sunghoon would only speak during that class but whenever you did it would be a mess

“sunghoon, y/n, quiet down! there is no reason for my classroom to be this loud!” your teacher scolds you two after sunghoon slapped his desk after you accidentally snorted

u two had such a weird relationship

u were almost strangers outside this one class but besties when u were in it

jake noticed too

one time he asked sunghoon during lunch why ur relationship was what it was

“i dont know.. thats just how we are” he answered

but jake kind of suspected sunghoon had a crush on u

*wiggles eyebrows*

it had only been a week but jake was determined to set u up together

“y/n you look cold, heres sunghoons jacket!”

“y/n sunghoon needs help with his homework, can you maybe do something about that..”

“sunghoon, y/n looks sad go give her a hug”

needless to say it worked!!!!

because a week after you presented your 2 weeks worth project

sunghoon asked u on a date

YUPPPPPP

let me recite how it went

u were walking out of class together because jake wasnt there that day

sunghoons bookbag was slung over one shoulder and u were stood next to him with both hands on ur straps

“hey.. do u wanna maybe go grab something to eat with me for dinner..? or something” he quickly asked

“what, like a date?” you joke

“uh.. yeah” he replied looking down at u

u stop in your tracks

WHA

No way

“wait what? seriously?” you look up at him with wide eyes

“yes u little munchkin” he pinches your cheeks exaggeratedly and pulls them to make your face sway everywhere

u swat them off so fast

“um.. okay” u answer and ur face heats up

you cant even look him in the eye

like u cant say u DIDNT see this coming but it was still a shock

“awe is y/n blushing” he teases

“go away stupid”

yeah he doesnt go away

ANYWAYS u are the cutest couple ever

everyone wants to be u two so bad!

couple goals literally

jake is so proud of himself honestly

whenever u get into a silly little argument his rebuttal is always

“remind me who got u the best boyfriend ever? thats right, me. dont try me y/n”

and ur like

���ooohhh jakey im so scareddd”

he cannot stand u

but Yeah sunghoon bestest bf ever

takes u on dates whenever u want to

makes u laugh very much

almost too much

and ur parents LOVE him

mhm sunghoon very awesome guy

[nightowlfandom]

Levi Ackerman- I Got a Dirty Mouth

Girl you better prepare your WAP...im sorry lol Also for continuity ....if you’re tall...pretend he’s taller lol.

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Leggo!

...

In a split second, you were floored. The wind was quite literally knocked out of your lungs as you landed on your back. A smirking Levi glared down at you, his foot on your chest. (LEVI STEP ON ME)

“Yield.” he spoke.

“Fine.” you glowered. You tried your best to ignore the surprised stares from the other cadets. You had never lost a fight before. You pushed his foot off you, rolling over on your stomach to try and ease the pain. One of the younger cadets, Sadie rushed to your side as Levi walked off, that self-satisfied look on his face.

“Miss Y/N!” she helped you to your feet.

“I’m fine.” you waved her off. “I’m good.”

“That wasn’t a fair fight!” she commented as she led you off the training ground. “I hope I never have to spar with him.”

“Trust me. If I get my hands on him again today, no one will have to.” you glowered. You were especially upset because of what you’d have to do now.

...

“This is humiliating.” you seethed. Not only did you look ridiculous, but the pair of cat ears perched on your head with an ugly unsightly bow didn’t help either. The outfit that looked like it belonged to a maid cafe uniform closet made you wanna hurl. 

“This was out arrangement, was it not?” He asked, crossing his arms. “You lost, therefor-”

“I have to be your maid for the next month. Don’t remind me.” you cut him off. “If ANYONE finds out about this-”

“Not my problem. I’ll be gone for the day, clean my office.” he left without another word.

“B-but it’s already clean?” you looked around. It looked pretty normal to you. “Did he mean just...dust around?” you look confused.

You were no stranger to the clean freak, but you had a problem pinpointing what he meant. There was a bucket of cleaning supplies at the door. “What am I supposed to-” you cut yourself off with a groan.

...

Three hours of scrubbing non-existent dirt but you did it! 

“I’ve returned, I hope my office isn’t a complete mess!” you could hear Levi’s voice. You were in the middle of throwing the cleaning rag back into the bucket when he had made his presence known.

He took one look at you, then looked around the room. His face was expressionless. “...Y/N.”

“What?” you dusted yourself off. You were pretty sure you smelt like bleach. Utterly gross.

“Did I, or did I not...ask you to clean my office?”

“I did.” you said lowly. 

“Really? Because it looks worse than how I left it!” he snapped. “You can’t even clean windows the right way!” he nearly exploded.

“WAIT A MINUTE!” you cut him off. “You wanted me to clean...and I did!”

“These floors are filthy! The windows look disgusting! Had I known your cleaning skills were a reflection of your fighting, I wouldn’t have taken this stupid challenge.” he spat.

“Now you listen here!” you stormed up to him. “YOU challenged ME! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you just used this as an opportunity to be alone with me.” you rolled your eyes. “I’m willing to bet the only reason I’m here is because you like me.”

Levi grew quiet as you raised an eyebrow. You put your hands on your hips and waited for him to speak.

“Waiting....” you said boredly. “I’m out of here.” you marched over to the cleaning bucket and bent down, attempting to grab it by it’s handle. Before you could stand all the way back up, Levi had somehow gotten behind you. You were surprised when he grabbed your bow and made you stand to your feet.

“I love when you bend over, L/N.” he mewled in your ear. He held the laces of your bow and moved your head to the side. “You look so good as a maid.”

“Huh?” you were surprised. The way he held your bow didn’t allow you to move. 

“I should’ve made you wear your hair in pigtails.” he grunted.

“Huh?!” you repeated. “Levi, what has gotten into you!”

“If you can’t clean the right fucking way then maybe you’ll be useful for something else.” he seethed. He let got of the bow allowing you to turn towards him. 

“No seriously, what had gotten into you?” you raised an eyebrow. “L-levi?”

“You’re gonna be my maid...but in a different way.”  he stepped towards you.

“I mean what else would you have me do?” you put your hands on your hips. 

“On your knees.” he replied.

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I said on your knees.” he growled. “I won’t ask again.”

Obediently, you lowered to your knees and stared up at Levi. “Now what?” 

“Tell me I’m your superior. Tell me I’m your captain.” he said. The way he looked down at you, you would dare say it was with adoration. “Say it, maid.”

“You’re my captain.” you whimpered. You began playing with your fingers.

“Hm, tell me you’d do anything for me?”

“I’d d-do anything for you.” you repeated his words. What was getting into you?!

“Do you want to fuck me Y/N?” he caressed the side of your face with his fingertips. “Do you want your captain to have his way with you?” His eyes were completely blackened with lust. 

“Um...I- I’ve never been with anyone.” you replied sheepishly.

“What?” Levi seemed surprised. “You’re a virgin?”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t act surprised.” you still felt shy.

“I mean, I would think a woman with your looks...would at least have one suitor.” you could see his cheeks become tinted with a rose color. 

“Don’t have time for it.” you shrugged. “I mean...I’ve done things, with myself...” you trailed off again. “But not with anyone else.”

Levi’s eyes widened. How were you so casual with stating something so lewd to him? Levi studied you. You couldn’t look at him without looking away from him. You were gripping the hem of your maid’s outfit super tight. “So answer my question. Do you want me to have my way with you, Y/N?”

“I mean...I’d rather lose it to someone I actually like than-” you instantly shut your mouth. When you met his gaze again, Levi was smirking.

“Hm, as your captain, it’s my job to teach you.” in another swift movement, Levi had scooped you up into his arms. You were set down on the desk. You were forced to look up at Levi. “So let me teach you”

... (Hours later)

“So...” he began. “This maid thing...we’re gonna extend it indefinitely.” 

In an assortment of limbs, you two laid behind the desk away from the door.

“...If I must.” you tried to hide the blush on your face.

“And um...you’re going to be moving into my quarters with.” he exhaled. “Effective tonight.”

“Dually noted.” you agreed. 

“I would highly recommend you inform any future suitors of your current situation.” he finished. “It would make both our lives easier.”

“Right....”

[seijorhi]

hello, im always on the hunt for new funky fresh yandere!suga content! i really enjoyed the post you made for him, it's exactly up my alley! would it be possible to request a gender neutral reader finding out just how much suga's been stalking them after they left him? by stumbling on something they shouldnt see (could be a dark room, or a journal, whatever youd like) and have him walk in on them then?

Suga will always be my first Haikyuu love, so of course!

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

TW stalking

Red Handed

When you were a little kid, your mom told you a story.

It was about a handsome man with a blue beard, the woman who married him despite the warning signs, and a locked cellar that was never supposed to be opened. You were too young to hear it, but as horrifying as it was - it stuck with you. 

Curiosity can be a dangerous thing.

But sometimes… sometimes you just can’t help yourself.

In your defence it wasn’t so much a wilful breaking of trust so much as it was an honest mistake. Sort of.

It’s not the first time you’ve found yourself pouring over textbooks and hastily scrawled notes with Suga, but it is the first time it’s been just the two of you - and the first time it’s been at his place instead of yours. 

“I give up,” you moan, letting your head fall flat against your notebook. “I’m gonna fail this stupid exam, drop out of school and have to resort to finding some rich, attractive guy to marry and support me instead.”

You’ve been at it for hours, the two of you spread out on his couch, a mountain of snacks between the two of you. You have to give Suga credit for that - the man knows how to keep you motivated to stay but this, this was beyond your limit. It’s never a good sign when you reread the same sentence five times and still have no idea what it says.

A soft laugh sounds and there’s a hand rubbing soothingly at your back, “Aw c’mon, don’t be so dramatic. You got me, right?”

You lift your head slightly to find him smiling at you with that same fond exasperation, and almost without meaning to you find your frown softening. It’s true. Suga’s pretty much your lifeline at this point - not to mention the reason you’re actually doing pretty well in most of your classes this semester. 

God only knew where he found the patience.

“What, you gonna marry me when they kick me out in disgrace?” you ask with a wry half grin, pushing yourself away from your notes. “Take care of my freeloading ass?”

Suga doesn’t say anything for a moment. You brace yourself for the lecture and/or pep-talk he’s given you a thousand and one times before, but when you glance up at him again, the look on his face isn’t the one you’re expecting.

He’s still smiling, but there’s something… odd about it. 

It’s just a flash, a flicker of something fleeting in his eyes-

You blink, and whatever it is- was - it’s gone and Suga’s looking at you with the same expression he always wears whenever you start bemoaning your future and the possibility of failing. 

Huh… your eyebrows draw together, the faintest hint of unease teasing at your gut. Just for a moment - a split second - you could have sworn that… 

But no, you’re just tired. Your brain is absolutely fried after hours studying, whatever you thought you saw, you must have imagined. Because Suga’s your friend. A good friend, maybe the best one you’ve ever had. Still… you really shouldn’t tease him like that.

“Hey, you know I’m kidding, right?” you ask, nudging his shoulder playfully. “Anyway, I think I’m done. I can’t look at these stupid notes anymore - they’re making even less sense than when we started.”

Suga sighs, rolling his neck and flipping the cover of the textbook shut. “Well I suppose it is getting late. Are you hungry? I can order some take out if you want-”

You shake your head before he can finish, “Nah, can’t tonight. I have a date,” you say, shooting him a wink. “Next time though? When everyone’s free. I feel a little guilty stealing all of your time for a one on one session as it is.”

Suga stills for a moment, glancing up to find you smiling sheepishly back at him. “Oh, a date? With that guy from class?” he asks, busying himself in tidying up the notes spread out across the coffee table. 

That guy from class. Yeah, the one you haven’t been able to shut up about for weeks. That one.

“Yeah. Nothing crazy, just dinner and a movie - still, I think it’ll be fun, y’know?” You were trying for a blasé tone, but somehow you think the slight dusting of pink on your cheeks kind of ruins it a little bit.

So maybe you were a little excited about it - it wasn’t a crime was it?

Suga gives a non-committal hum, but doesn’t say any more on the topic. Together it doesn’t take the two of you long to clean up, gather your notes and stash the snacks back away for the next study session. 

You still have enough time to dart home, have a shower and get ready, but- “Hey, before I go, is it okay if I use your bathroom?” you ask a little shyly. You guys have been friends for months, and you definitely don’t want to come across as rude, but you can’t deny there’s still something slightly embarrassing at having to ask permission.

“Yeah, of course. Down the hallway, last door on the right.”

 You nod, thanking him quietly.  

It’s a simple mistake. At the end of the hallway, there are two identical doors, both closed over.

Last door on the… left? That’s what he said, right?

You twist the doorknob, easing the door open and within a split second you know that you’ve got the wrong door because this is definitely not a bathroom, but…

Curiosity pushes you forward. 

It’s Suga’s bedroom. Your feet move like they have a mind of their own, drawing you in further into his room. You’ve never been to his place before, and you’ve definitely never been in his bedroom before, but you can’t deny that you’re curious. Surprisingly it’s not the mess that you’re expecting - the double bed neatly made and aside from a sweater tossed haphazardly across the back of a chair and a pair of jeans that hadn’t quite made it into the laundry hamper, there’s no dirty clothes littering the floor. 

You know it’s rude to pry. You know that, but in that moment you can’t seem to help yourself. Suga won’t mind, really, and it was an honest mistake.

There’s an acoustic guitar in the corner (does he play it, you wonder) and a volleyball covered in signatures sitting on one of the shelves above his desk. Even now, you know that he loves the sport with his whole heart. You’ve never been to a game before, but part of you thinks you’d like to, Suga always makes it sound so exciting. You find a smile creeping across your face as you wander over to have a closer look - there’s photo’s everywhere, in frames, pinned to a cork board on the wall - him with his family, with his friends, even one of the two of you together… and is that a medal?

You’re startled out of your thoughts by your phone vibrating in your pocket.

It should have been a wake up call, a sign from the universe to snap out of whatever nosy spell you’d managed to find yourself under and get out of Sugawara’s bedroom before he comes in to find you blatantly invading his privacy. It should have been - except instead you reach for your phone and fumble. 

You’re incredibly thankful for the carpeted floor because you can only watch in horror as your phone clatters to the ground and bounces (bounces!) under his bed.

“Shit!” you curse under your breath, dropping to your knees and resting your cheek against the mattress as you reach blindly into the dark space.

It takes a second of fumbling before your hand lands on something. It’s not your phone, you can tell that much right off the bat - it’s bigger, a box of some kind. 

You should have left it. 

Really, Sugawara’s a young, healthy guy like any other - you have an inkling of what could be inside the box. And it’s not like you want to see whatever spank bank material your friend has stashed away, you don’t, but…

But there’s a voice in your head that ignores all of that. A voice that whispers so delightfully, so eagerly, for you to just open it.

Open it, it whispers as you slide it out and set it down on the bed, settling yourself down beside it.

Open it, it whispers as you run your fingers along the wooden lid, sanded smooth except for the intricate carving in the centre. It’s strangely beautiful you think - not exactly the kind of box you can imagine filling with something so lewd.

Maybe it’s not what you think… maybe Suga has something else stashed away in this pretty little box. What else could it be? What does a guy like Sugawara Koushi have hidden away under his bed?

Open it, it whispers as your fingers find the edge and you slowly slide it open.

You immediately wish you hadn’t.

It’s you.

The photo’s a little blurry, taken from a distance and zoomed in, but it’s definitely you, lying in your bed, head thrown back with your eyes closed, bottom lip caught between your teeth-

The sheets obscure the rest, but from the flush on your cheeks and the arm disappearing between your spread legs, it’s obvious what you’re doing. 

There’s more. You with your friends, laughing. You out with your ex, maybe a month or so before you’d broken up. You in your bedroom again, a white fluffy towel wrapped around you, your hair still wet from the shower.

You walking home from class, taken from behind.

You in your favourite cafe, sitting by the window with a steaming mug in hand, staring out with a soft smile.

You tucked up on the couch, eating dinner with the TV playing in the background.

You.

You.

You.

Every single photograph was of you, and every single one of them taken without your knowledge. Pictures of you from last year, long before you ever met Suga. How long has he been-

You can’t even bring yourself to finish the thought. You feel sick, violated, your hands trembling as you flick through the images. You don’t want to see any more, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. You at the park with your friends, walking their dogs and chatting aimlessly. You bending over to pick up something, the shot framing your ass in a way that seems almost… lewd.

When did he take these? H-how had you never noticed?

Oh god, some of these are from outside your home.

Your stomach churns, you might actually vomit… 

“Got lost, baby?”

You jump at the sudden interruption, quickly snapping the lid shut and shoving the little box of horrors away from you like it’s poison, hurried excuses already on the tip of your tongue - but it’s too late for that.

One look at Sugawara, standing framed in the doorway, watching you with an eerily calm expression upon his face and you know that it doesn’t matter what you say. There’s no denying what you’ve seen. 

No coming back from it. 

His eyes drift to the box, the incriminating pictures spilled across his sheets and he sighs. “You know, I wanted to make this special for you. I wanted to do this right.” His hazel eyes flicker back to you as he steps inside his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. The soft click has never sounded so deafening. So final. “But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You just couldn’t keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”

Your heart thumps painfully against your ribs, the sound so loud that you’re sure he has to be able to hear it too. It’s not nausea that seeps through your veins, keeping you frozen in place, but fear. Suga’s always been such a gentle presence in your life but there’s no trace of that person left as he closes the distance between the two of you. 

It’s all been a lie, a carefully crafted facade designed to pull you in. Do you even know him at all?

“S-suga, what-”

“Shh,” he murmurs, placing a finger across your lips, a soft, delicate smile playing across his features. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?” He pauses for a moment, watching with wicked delight as your face pales and you jerk away from his touch with a strangled gasp. “It’s okay, baby, there’s no need to look so worried. Don’t you know I’d forgive you anything?”

His lips crash against yours before you can even think to reply. 

[gr0vndz3ro]

Prove Your Worth

Ceo!Bakugou x Reader(NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, slight bondage, slight degradation, dirty talk

Word count: 3,968

A/n: My friend gave me this idea because she really wanted to see a ceo bakugou and this is how I imagined it would happen but also im a hoe for some ceo sooooo. I enjoyed this a little to much so it turned out longer than what I expected that's what she said. Also I have had to rewrite this so many times because my computer is stupid. I’m also going to be taking requests for other characters in the BNHA fandom. This was my first smut so I hope y’all like.

You stood in front of the two daunting glass doors, a lump growing in your throat as you hold onto the intern paperwork. You’re in your third year and at the Sports Festival you were finally able to make it up to 2nd place. For the first time you had more than 50 offers, a LOT more. You knew that in order to become a successful hero you were going to have to try to get in with a Pro. You were surprised to see an offer from one Pro let alone two. Deku . . . and Ground Zero, shuddering at the thought of the intense Hero. 

You take a step forward and pushed open the door, looking around the lobby and spot the receptions desk and walk over. A lady with short pink hair is typing away at the computer.

 “How can I help you there?” She said without looking up or even pausing her ferocious typing. It had honestly caught you off guard as you were just going to wait for her to finish.

“I’m Y/N L/N, the 3rd year from UA, and I was here because of the offer I got for the internship?” you hand over you hero license and show her your school I.D. She takes both cards and looks at them. You glance down at her name tag as she continues typing in the computer looking up the information, noticing that it says Mina. Wasn’t she in the same class as Deku and Ground Zero, as a matter of fact all of Ground Zero’s old high school friend group work at this agency.

“Alright it looks like in here you have a meeting with the big guy for 1:00. He’s in a meeting right now and he should be out soon... hopefully. If you head to the top floor there is going to be a waiting lounge to your right once you get out.” Mina says, interrupting your thoughts. She gestures to the elevator and flashes a quick smile.

“Thank you so much” you smile back to her and head over to the elevator. Once you enter you notice just how many floors there are. I’d expect nothing less from the Number 2 hero. You click on the top floor and make your way up. Once the elevator hits the top floor you spot the waiting area and make your  way over

. ~time skip~

The meeting Ground Zero was in went over schedule to say the least. It was currently 2:30 and you were still sitting in the lounge. Mina had even come up for her lunch break to keep you company once she found out the meeting was going over. Maybe I’ll just go with De- your thought was cut off by a door down the hall being opened.

 You quickly stood up and fixed your skirt and looked at who exited the room. You soon recognized them as the Pro Heroes Deku and Ground Zero themselves. They start to walk down the hall towards where you am standing, still in conversation. Once they make it to where you was the green haired man notices in there and turns to you and smiles.

“You’re Y/N, from the Sports Festival right? I’m sorry I wasn't able to make our meeting this morning, as you can see now, something had come up. I do hope to reschedule and talk to you about joining my agency for your internship. You’re very talented with that quirk of yours.” Deku says to you. He then turns back to Ground Zero and says, “I really hope you change your mind Kacchan.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that you damn nerd.” Ground Zero glares back at the him at the nickname. Maybe it’s an inside joke? Deku chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that Bakugou. I do hope to hear from you though.” He turns away from him and back to you “And you too.” and with that he headed to the elevator. While watching him walk away you hadn’t even realized that the angry man that was once in front of you was no longer there. You look around to find him when you hear

“Oi are you coming or what?” come from the direction of where the two heroes had originally came from. You scramble to grab your stuff from next to couch and rush over to where he was holding open the door. As you walk in you mumble a thank you to which he only replies with “Tsk-” and then go to stand in the middle of the office. It was very spacious with all black furniture and state of the art technology. The office was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that covered the three walls that lead to outside. A door was off to the left that lead to his rap-around balcony that you could sort of see due to the half open blinds.

 “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take a seat?” Bakugou says while seating behind his desk, grabbing a file that was put off to the side. You take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, placing your bag on the floor next to your feet. Looking up you can see him going through what you believe is to be your academic file. You take the moment to look at who you could possibly be interning with. He was quite handsome... and by handsome I mean fucking hot. His blond hair was slightly messing from what you could assume was from his prior meeting and was starting to fall in front of his deep crimson eyes. He slightly bits his lip focusing on the paperwork in front of him, those same intense eye darting back and forth. Your eyes start to travel down his torso to see that his black button up had the top few buttons undone. Then to his arms seeing that the fabric on his sleeve is tightly accentuating the muscles trapped inside of them. Hell the whole shirt was tight on him and you can’ t tell if it was because the shirt was a size to small or he was just that built. His hands start flipping through the file and you catch him lick his finger to help turn the page. You shouldn’t find someone flipping a paper this attractive but seeing the way his long fingers curl around the page sends a chill down your spine. You start thinking about the things those hands could probably do, and you press your legs together so that you can try to ignore the warm feeling that was starting to build. I have to be professional! Behind him you could see a discarded tie and a suit jacket that was probably on him at some point of the day. I wonder how intense his last meeting had to be in order for him to start stripping. What would have happened if it had continued? You’re interrupted by your thoughts once again by him speaking.

“So it looks like here that your first year in the Sports Festival you only had made it into the calvary battle, your second year you had only made it passed the first round in the battle tournament and then this year you finally managed to place 2nd. While I will say you’ve improved a lot, how do I know that what you did this year at the Festival wasn’t just a fluke and that you are actually talented enough to be one of my sidekicks?” He places the file down on the table looking up at you with one brow quirked. You pause in shock but shake out of it, not to sure why you were shocked though, he’s the 2nd best hero so of course he’d only accept the best in as his sidekick. You looked down at your lap but quickly brought it up when you heard him clear his throat.

“Well I-I think t-that it shows just how m-much I have improved over my time at UA and h-how much I more I could improve at your a-agency.” you stutter under his intense stare. Get it together! I press my hands together and hold the edge of your skirt trying to calm yourself.

“Yet I’m not the only company you’re interested in interning with am I?” He questions you while standing up from his desk. As he walked around to front of his desk he continued talking, “Your first choice was with that damn nerd. So tell me, why should I take you in if your showing such interest in him?” He sits in front of you on the edge of his desk. You took a deep breath in so that you could get your next sentence out with some form of confidence, even if you had to fake it.

“I actually was originally only interested in trying to get and internship here, as I think that I would be able to develop my quirk and fighting skills better here. But it wouldn’t have been smart to keep my options so limited so I made sure to check out his agency as well, seeing as he’s the Number One-” you quickly got interrupted by a loud slam causing you to let out a squeal.

“Don’t- Fucking- Say- It. It’s bad enough I gotta hear it all over the news and from the idiot himself. I’m not going to be hearing it again and that gonna be your only warning.” Crimson eyes glare into you. You swallow the lump in you throat and squeeze your thighs harder together, suddenly getting very warm. He takes in a deep breath as to calm himself down. He pauses before going to ask his next question. 

“Can you explain your quirk a little bit” he looks back, running his hand through his hair, waiting for you response.

“Oh yeah. My quirk is called Atmokinesis. I’m able to control weather but after some intense training I’m starting to be able to work on the individual elements that go into each type of weather. So far I’m really good with lightning, water and air but I think I struggle most with the raw power behind fire, which is why I thought it’d be really good for me to intern here seeing how good you are with controlling your explosion quirk.” you explain to him and you see him start to smirk at the indirect complement.

“Well you fucking got that right.” he scoffed “What made you want to become a hero?” he asked. It sounding like these where prewritten questions used on everyone who sat in this chair. You laugh a little and respond

“I feel like my reason is the same as most. When I was little I was obsessed with All Might and I always told my parents that I was going to be just like him. They pushed me toward that dream and helped me along the way. Although I will say when All Might had to retire I think is when I made up my mind for sure. I knew that the world was going to need more heroes out there to replace the symbol of peace.” I smile a little thinking back to the fond memories of my childhood. and continue “but then again I guess he’s sorta been replaced huh? Seeing as how Deku has such a similar power to the great hero-”

“I thought I fucking warned you about talking about him” your eyes snap to his crimson ones as you realized what you had said. The anger on his face prevalent from hearing about the status of his rival.

“I-I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean to I swear I had just forgot about-” 

“Shut up” His voice cuts you off. You look down at my lap hoping to avoid his gaze. I just blew this interview. He leans up from his desk and walks over to your chair.

“Stand up, I’m going to show you something” his voice much deeper than It was just moments before making your knees week. You look up at him in confusion but realize he was probably kicking you out. You stand up, your head hung low as you go to reach for your bag when you’re stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. You go to look up but when you do he starts leading you toward the door. As you go to start apologizing again he stops you both at a display case that was next to his door. 

“What do you see” He lets go of your wrist and takes a step behind me so that I can get a proper look at the case. 

You look and see a key to the city that is given to each of the top 10 heroes, A few trophies for various achievements and a lot of medals from his time at UA. On the wall next to the case you could see various newspaper clippings from major accomplishments he achieved. Top ten most successful 20 year old's, his first appearance in the newspaper, his first solo debut, and many more including some of his most difficult wins.

“What you see there is the work of a real hero not some god damn wanna be you got that?” you jump as you feel his hot breath against your ear, you shiver as chills cover your arms. You turn around to face him and start backing up when you notice how close we are.

“I’m really sorry sir, I really didn’t mean to bring Deku back up, I had just gotten carried away and I-” you look back when your back hits the wall next to the display case. But your head quickly whips back around when you feel heat in front of you. You let out a gasp as his hands slam on the wall on either side of your head. His head dipping into the crook of your neck.

“You better listen to me now. The only name that’s going to be coming out of those pretty little lips of yours is mine... you got that princess?” your eyes widen when you hear his request. His lips trail along your neck the warm sensation making you whimper. He continues moving around as if looking for something.

“I don't understa-” a moan slips out as he kisses a certain spot on your neck. You feel him smirk against your neck as he found what he wanted. His hands move front the wall, one finding there way to you hip, the other to the door right next to you and you hear it click. He locked it. He moved back up to you ear and growled

“Don’t think I didn’t see you earlier, checking me out and squeezing your thighs, this is probably exactly what you were thinking of, isn’t that right. I want you to tell me what it was that was going through that dirty little mind of yours.” your body shakes and you’re left there speechless, but you try to pull yourself together.

“I was thinking about your h-hands and how your long fingers curve a-and the things you could do with them.” you stutter as you feel his hands travel further down and start to hike up your skirt as you tell his about your lewd thoughts, his hands assaulting your thighs, sliding his rough hands up them toward your now throbbing core. You let out a moan when his thumb rubs against your clothed clit, damp with your own slick.

“Look at you, soaking wet just thinking about me. dirty little slut. I haven't even done anything to you yet you’re all ready for me.” He pushes aside your underwear and runs his finger up your core, gathering it all on his finger. “so fucking wet” he groans against your neck more to himself.

He digs his finger knuckle deep into you causing you to gasp but it’s quickly cut off by his mouth meeting yours. His tongue entering you mouth to prove to you his dominance. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out, catching you by surprise when you feel his second finger stretch you out. Every time his finger enters you, you can feel him curl it up too hit your spot. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you feel a knot start to build in your core.

“Fu-uck Bakugou” you let out as you feel the tingling sensation start to take over your body, your hands traveling up to his hair so you could have something to grab onto.

“Call me Katsuki” He smirks at you increasing his speed of his assault on you, knowing how close you are. Just as you felt yourself almost come undone he pulls his fingers out making you let out a whine at the loss of contact. You felt so empty and you knew you needed him to fill you up.

“P-please Katsuki I need you” you mewl moving your head to his jaw, kiss down to his neck stopping right underneath his ear. You pause when you hear him let out a groan. You start to lick and nibble at the spot needing to hear that sound come out of him again. “I want to feel you fill me up”

“Fuck that's it, jump” His hand on the back of your thighs. You do as he says and jump, rapping your legs around his hips, his hard on pressed against you. You shuttered at the size of it, even through his pants you could tell just how big it was. You brought your mouth back to meet his as your tongues battle for dominance, this kiss so much more passionate than before.

He walks the two of you over to his desk placing you down on it. Your hands make their way from his hair to his shirt to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. You place your hand on his chest feeling his muscles while his hands move up from you thighs to the edge of your shirt. You comply with his silent demand by taking of your shirt while he undoes the clip on your bra causing the garments to fall to ground. He pulls you off the desk.

“Turn around for me” You look him in the eyes, confusion all over your face. “Did I fuckin stutter? Now be a good girl and do as your told.” you immediately turn around, feeling his hands go to the zipper of your skirt pulling down, taking his time to squeeze your ass as he passes it. His hands suddenly leave your body as he whispers in your ear “There you go, close your eyes and don't move okay babygirl.” 

You hear his foot steps leave you and you hear rustling from somewhere in his office. It goes quiet and you were about to open your eyes when a pair of hands grab your wrists and pull them behind your back. You open your eyes as you feel a soft fabric get tied around them. You turn around to see Katsuki wrapping his discarded tie that you saw earlier. Him biting his lip focusing on knotting it tight. You feel him put his hand on your back and push you against his desk. Pressed against your back his breath hits your ear.

“I want to hear you beg for me, I’m going to have you screaming for me to stop. When I’m finished with you, you’re not even going to remember that damn nerd’s name, I can promise you that.”

He roughly pulls down your underwear and goes to remove his own pants and boxers. You hear ruffling of plastic and look back to watch him slide on a condom, slick running down your legs as you get a view for how massive he was. He aligns his tip with your entrance rubbing it up your folds gathering your juice.

“So wet, just for me”  he groans as he pushes himself inside of you. You let out a loud moan as he fills you up, your eyes tearing up as he stretching you out. “F-fuck you’re so tight Y/N”

“P-please Kat-suki move, I-I need more” That aching feeling returning to your core. 

“Ask and you shall receive” He pulls out of you and then slams back into you, only slowly moving at first before picking up his speed. His hips hitting your ass as he fill you out, every thrust making your knees week. All you wanted to do was run his hands through his hair, run them down his back, hold his arms, touch every inch of him, but his tie restricted you adding to your neediness. You whimper as his hand comes down on your ass, a warm sting traveling across your cheek.

“I-I’m getting cl-close, can I please t-touch you?” Barely able to form your sentence due to the pure pleasure overwhelming your body.

“I don’t know if a dirty slut like you deserves it” He lets out an almost animalist growl.

“I promise I’ll behave j-just P-PLEASE” the last part of your sentence coming out louder from him slamming into you hard and stopping.

“Well when you say it like that..” His hand moves to your wrists untying them while still giving you shallow thrusts. You aren’t even able to wrap your head around how he’s still able to keep up such a pace. You’re taken out of your trusts when he flips you over so you can now see his flushed face, hair sticking to his forehead as he stares into your eyes. You are quick to throw your hands into his hair and connect your lips. Tongues fighting for dominance as you pull on his hair at the nape of his neck making him let out a deep moan. He presses you back down against his desk and slams himself back into you. Now it was your turn to let out a moan. You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing his to get deeper in you.

“F-FUCK” He slams into your G-spot hard and you know that at this rate you wont last long. And by the way you clench around him, Katsuki knew that too.

“Oh you like it like that? Fuck- filling you up like this? You take me so well princess, it’s like your pussy is made just for me” He’s kissing your neck desperately wanting to hear you scream out his name.

“Ooh Katsuki I’m-” the intense heat building up in your core becoming almost to much.

“Cum for me baby girl” he purrs into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck. Hearing his deep voice say that sent you over board, Lightning shooting up from your toes to your core, spreading out from there. A loud moan leaves your mouth as euphoria rushes over your body. His trusts start to get sloppy watching you fall apart beneath him.

“F-fuck Y/N” He groans out your name as he comes undone as well, his seed spilling out into the condom, feeling the warmth through the thin plastic.

He pulls out of you as you both attempt to catch your breath. He leans down to you mouth giving you a kiss, much different from earlier sending butterflies to your stomach as you feel the passion in this kiss instead of just lust. He breaks the kiss to remove the piece of plastic and put on his clothes and you do the same. You start fixing your hair as you stand infront of where his desk is flustered by what just happened. You look up, your eyes meeting his crimson ones as he smiles at you. You return a shy smile back at him before looking toward the floor. He walks over to you and lifts your chin up with his finger. A smirk on his face as he says

“Your internship starts on Monday. Don’t be late.”

[starchyu]

Hi! You asked for routine tips, and I’ve found that one of the biggest things that helped me was to ignore “rules” about things like chores and organization. The biggest one being that things do NOT have to be “all or nothing”. Half the dishes is better than none. One load of laundry is better than none. It’s perfectly ok to let yourself jump from task to task, if that makes getting things done easier. Make small organizational changes to reduce the number of steps it takes to do things: putting dirty laundry in a bin with a lid requires the extra step of opening the lid, and if there’s anything on TOP of the lid that’s yet another one to remove it (as an example). As another example, keeping daily medication in a cabinet means having to remember that it exists in order to take it, keeping it on your desk means that you might notice it there, and therefore remember it (having alarms set is useful too, but sometimes I ignore them on accident, so the visual reminder is good to have). My desk probably looks like a mess to a lot of people because I don’t keep things in little containers or in drawers, I have a couple of little shelves where everything is out in the open, and I know where it all is and can just pick up what I need. It doesn’t look organized, but it is, because everything has its designated place, and I know what that place is even if others don’t. Basically, make things as easy and accessible for yourself as possible, try to think of what makes you avoid doing certain things, what the mental blocks are, and then try to get rid of those blocks, even if it’s not in a necessarily “normal” way. If you’re happy in your space and it’s functional for you, you’re doing it right.

I apologize that this got long, and turned into tips about organization instead of routine lol, but I personally find that they’re pretty interconnected, for me at least. Life became a lot easier when I let myself do things my own way. And long as the things that need to get done get done, the process can be whatever works for you. And don’t worry about it being perfect, or always keeping to an exact perfect schedule, if you don’t do something on the “right” day, it’s no big deal, it literally doesn’t matter to anyone but you unless it’s an outside deadline from work or school or something. If it’s chores, just do it now that you’ve remembered. No biggie. Be kind to yourself.

(Idk if any of this makes sense or actually helps, it’s just what works for me and your experience might be totally different. But I wish you the best regardless! And I understand the pain lol)

IM FURIOUSLY TAKING NOTES THANK YOU AND BLESS YOUR KIND SOUL!!!! I didn’t know if anyone would actually answer but so much of this makes SO MUCH SENSE OMGGGG

[snickiebear]

Hello hello nadia, i’m in a leesaku mood today so pls indulge me with a three-sentence fic for this lil prompt “you are my best friend and I’ve known you platonically for years now but every time you look at me I get fireworks in my chest and butterflies in my stomach” tysm ilyyyy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

haha... this is, two days late. NIASDUKDSK IM SO SORRY THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST YOURE THE BEST ILY

side note: this is.... kind of what you wanted? AND LMAO ITS NOT THREE SENTENCES AGAIN WHOOPS

side side note: this is now crossposted bc i liked it a lot tbh :")

a cocoon in the heart, a spark in the brain.

It starts with a glance. An innocent, fleeting look. Naruto’s smile is too bright to look at for more than a handful of seconds and Sasuke’s glare is too dark to find anything of interest, so Sakura glances away, as she always does.

She glances away and there is Lee, dirtied and bloodied but he holds Neji’s hand, Tenten tucked under his arm, and is laughing, tears streaming down his face. He must have felt her eyes because he looks over and sends her a beaming smile. 

And. And her heart picks up, her breath catches. 

She quickly looks over to Naruto and Sasuke, being blinded by the light and dark both, and tries her best to not think of why one look from Lee can breed butterflies and moths in her stomach. 

.

.

.

They rebuild the village and everyone endures. Sasuke leaves once more because he is a boy who has never known staying, he has never stayed long enough to put roots in, to know how to stay. So, Naruto and Sakura let him go. 

(If she is being honest, Sakura is more than happy to have him leave. Sasuke will always be a rotten fruit in the tangle of her feelings, something that she will never quite understand, something that will haunt her no matter what she does. If he is not there, she does not have to think about it. He’s like a curse, and it hurts her to think that but it is true.)

Kakashi is the Hokage and Sakura is still laughing at him, clutching her stomach and howling at her friend’s “misfortune” as he calls it.

“Mah,” Kakashi half drawls, half pleads. “Must you laugh at your poor ex-sensei?”

Naruto is losing his absolute shit as they clutch each other to stay standing. “Kaka-sensei you do not look good in white.”

“It,” Sakura gasps, wiping tears from her face, “It-It really washes you out!”

Naruto’s knees give out and they both tumble to the ground, a mess and tangle of laughing limbs and leaking eyes. 

Kakashi sighs heavily from his desk but she knows he’s having just as much fun as they are. Kakashi is her best friend, she knows how he is when he’s drunk out of his mind and when he’s trying to bite back laughter. 

The door swings open and Lee steps in with Team Gai flanking him. Neji recovered incredibly well thanks to Sakura’s magic hands (as Naruto has deemed them) and they’ve been taking low ranking missions since he was deemed fit to return to duty. 

It takes a few moments for Sakura and Naruto’s heaving, snorting laughter to subside as Kakashi clears his throat, his eyes crinkling up in the way Sakura knows he’s really trying not to laugh. 

She looks up and glances at Lee, to find him already watching her, his eyes soft and smile softer. Sakura is a God Slayer along with Naruto and Sasuke, she has faced down hundreds of opponents with only her raw fists and come up victorious, she has dragged people back from the brink of death with a tap. 

Sakura does not blush. Out right refuses to. 

“Hey,” All breathless and raw from laughter.

Lee’s smile widens as he steps forward to offer his hand, she takes it without hesitation and thanks the God whose heart she ripped out that he was wearing gloves. She can feel the heat through them nonetheless. Sakura does her best not to shiver as their eyes meet. 

“You guys heading in or out?” Naruto asks after he hauled himself onto his feet, not hiding the way he eyes Lee and Sakura’s hands. The entire room’s eyes are on them. 

“In,” Tenten says slowly, and Sakura does not blush as she carefully extracts her hand from Lees and does not think about why there are fireworks exploding within her mind, why she misses the heat and the way his hand encompasses hers. 

.

.

.

She sees him everywhere now. 

At the Rusty Kunai, at the training fields, at lunch, sometimes even in the hospital. And every damn time he smiles at her, she feels like she’s coming back to life and being stabbed in the heart. 

Sakura has no idea if this was love or just lust. What she felt for Sasuke was not love, that was obsession and cruelty. She had crushes on civilian boys but they were too soft, unmarred compared to her countless scars, visible or not. 

Ino stares at her as if she’s the stupidest person in the world and Sakura smacks her for it. She hopes it leaves a bruise. The Bitch. “Stop giving me that look, Pig. I’ll hit you again, don’t tempt me.”

Ino glares as she rubs her arm, sticking out her tongue. “It isn’t my fault you aren’t using that big forehead of yours! You’re telling me that you two drink together, train together, you go to lunch together, he even visits you at the hospital because he knows you haven’t eaten or slept. And then you tell me you get all those stupid fluttery feelings and you don’t know what it means?”

And well. When she puts it like that. . .

Sakura pouts and crosses her arms, “It's confusing!”

“You’re a genius. An actual genius, Sakura.” Ino deadpans. “Your IQ is literally right next to Shikamaru’s. Lee has been in love with you since we were twelve! There is no way you don’t know what this means.”

Groaning, Sakura slumps into Ino’s lap, hiding her face in Ino’s thigh. “When did you become so smart?”

“When I made out with Hinata and then fucked her.” Ino says easily and Sakura laughs. “What? Don’t laugh! It's true!” 

Ino cackles when Sakura pinches her calf.

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.

.

Lee moves with such elegance that Sakura aches with it. 

This boy made man who had known nothing but sweat and hardship, who still cups things with such tender and care, who moves so fluidly and hits so brutally.  

They are both the earth, solid and unyielding, they are the water, the hills, the mountains. They are unbreakable because they have broken themselves apart, pushed themselves past the very limit to reach where they are.

Sakura and Lee are 20 and they have saved the world. 

Now, they tear apart the training grounds just to keep life interesting. 

With every dodged fist her heart quickens because Lee is smiling and laughing, calling friendly taunts as she grins right back. 

This is nothing like Team 7’s spars, all bloodied teeth and snarling as Sasuke underestimates her again and again and again. Kakashi, Sai, and Yamato know better. Naruto is learning slowly. Sasuke never pays attention enough to know.  

No, sparring with Lee is like dancing, is like thriving, and a fresh breath of air at night as fireworks light up the sky and a butterfly lands on your nose. 

She lands a kick to his ribs and spends him flying back as she advances swiftly, pinning him down with a hand on his chest, knees on either side of his hips. 

A long pause as they try to catch their breathes.

They’re both breathing heavily, Sakura cannot tear her eyes away from him as he reaches a hand to tuck loose hair behind her ear.

“Lee,” She breathes, ignoring the way her face burns and the way butterflies have swarmed her insides, how her heart is raging against her ribcage. “Lee I-”

“Sakura.” Lee says, voice deep and rumbly and cracking. “Sakura, will you go out to lunch with me? Forever. Well, hopefully forever- you are so very Youthful, you are incredibly Strong, you do not need my protection, but Sakura, let me protect you anyways, just as you will me. Sakura-”

She channels her inner Ino and leans down to kiss him, all lips, teeth and tongue. His hands settle on her waist and he flips them without breaking contact and if they weren’t in public, well. . .

Sakura pulls back breathless and wide eyes before forcing the words out, “I’ve known you for years Lee, you’re one of my best friends.” Her hand on his chest can feel the way his breath catches, the way his heart is pounding. “Everytime you look at me I get fireworks in my chest and butterflies in my stomach. They’ve bred and infested my very insides, my brain blooms and rots with the thought of you.” 

He is shaking beneath her, staring at her as if she is Divine and Righteous and she cannot think of anything else she would want except his eyes on her. 

“Lunch?” She breathes, hand at the base of his neck. “I would like to have lunch with you. Forever. If the offer still stands.” 

Lee smiles wide and bright as he stands, pulling Sakura up with him, “The offer will always stand, Sakura. For you, there is very little I would not do.”

She kisses him again and hand in hand they go to lunch.

Facts:

The very first day Lee saw Sakura a cocoon formed within his heart, everytime after that more would form, more would crack.

The butterflies and moths have a home in his heart but only come alive when they see her.

They never die, no matter what he does.

He saw her crack the world open with a first, saw her tear open a God’s chest. He was the first thing she looked at after. He thought he would become alight with it all.

Lee loves Sakura. He always has, he always will. His heart has a butterfly garden full of fireworks just for her.

Her laugh makes his skin prickle, makes his muscles loose. He is addicted to it.

She looks at him like she sees the green of the trees and the blue of the sky. Lee revels in it.

Sakura loves Lee and it nearly breaks him.

He will take her out to lunch until the day they die and well after.

The butterflies and moths and fireworks never go away for either of them. It is the beauty of it all.

[wolfees-support-group]

Nia’s Pack Prequel

Nia’s head was full of worries: What if Master Plo didn't end up liking her? What if she messed up and let someone die? The light grey halls blinded her, especially paired with the bright overhead lights as she walked to Master Plo Koon’s office. The tile floor was filled with dust and dirty footprints, the footprints looked like the boots the clones wore. She had always liked the clones in the Jedi Academy, and when she had learned about them she instantly felt bad for them. They had no choice but to follow orders, with no hope for a life of their own, having been made to solely fight. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she kept walking as her shoes made a soft patter against the hard tiles. She was nervous, more nervous than she expected to be, as she recited the directions in her head to where they said Master Plo Koon’s office was. “Sharp left...” she whispered to herself as she quickly turned left, eyes glued to the floor. Before she knew it she had ran into someone, she then suddenly landed on the floor, the rough tiling bruising her tail bone, shock over taking her as she looked up expecting to see a wall but instead there was a 6ft tall man in a white suit with crimson accents. His confused expression slowly transforming to worry as he held his hand out to her. She quickly accepted it and pulled herself up with the help of the stranger.

“Woah, you’re a clone right!?” She excitedly asked, “Yes- Who are you? Younglings aren't allowed over here.” He replied as she beamed, “I’m not a youngling- I’m Master Plo Koon's new Padawan!” “He wasn’t in the market for a Padawan last I checked, so who are you?”

“Nia Erwood- I am Master Plo Koon’s new Padawan learner so if you excuse me I need to get to his office.” “If you’re going anywhere it’s definitely not alone.” The man turned around, opening the door to what must be Master Plo Koon’s office. As the metal door clanged open she was greeted with light brown walls and beige carpeting that cover the room, her eyes quickly scanned the office taking in the small couch, birch desk and tiny little photos of him and what appeared to be the Wolf Pack, a famed troop of Clones named after their leader: Wolffe. Her eyes quickly snapped to the tall Kel Dor man behind the desk, looking up from papers that were displayed on his desk.

“You’re Nia right?” Nia nodded, gently pushing past the man who was still standing in the doorway. “You know her, Plo?” the man spoke from behind nia as she approached Master Plo Koon “Yes, Wolffe she’s my new padawan learner, and-” “You didn't tell the Pack about this...”

“I know and I am sorry, it was not something I had planned before going to the meeting. Regardless, Nia this is Wolffe, the commander of the Wolf Pack” She nodded slightly and waved at him “Hi Wolffe-” The Clone smiled, “Hi there. Now, Plo I’m going to take some of the Pack out training today.” Plo Koon nodded in agreement as Wolffe turned around, softly shutting the door behind him. “So, Nia, I am Plo.” She laughed slightly, “I know who you are, Master Plo Koon.” He tsked softly, “No need to call me Master, Nia, please just Plo. It will work fine for now.” “A-are you sure? That's extremely informal.” She tilted her head slightly looking into the older man's eyes, or rather his eye covers, while nervously shifting in place. “Yes I am quite sure”  He stood quickly pushing his chair away as he walked around the desk quickly reaching out to open the door.

“Follow me, youngling.”

He quickly walked out the door walking down the long hall Nia had just come from. “Where are we going?” He turned into where the barracks for the Wolf Pack were located.  “To meet the Wolf Pack young one. You simply cannot be my Padawan and not know them.”  She smiled slightly trying to push the rising anxiety away: What if they didn't like her? Would plo give her back to the Jedi Academy? Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of laughter cascading from the door. She quickly saw the one named Wolffe standing in the middle of the group laughing along with them.

Plo clapped his hands together, quickly grabbing their attention. “Alright kids, meet Nia. She is going to be training under me. And be nice.” He warned softly as though he knew they would but just felt like it needed to be stated. They all waved and exchanged hellos with her. Quickly her anxiety faded, the Wolf Pack made her feel welcomed like it was okay that she was joining what seemed to be their little family.

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Nias' body felt like it was on fire. That last mission was nearly impossible, thankfully they hadn’t lost any men. They had come close, there were a few men that would definitely be staying in the med bay for a few days at least. She let out a deep sigh she didn't even know she was holding in as she tossed her lightsaber onto the bedside table next to her bed, making a soft thud when it hit the stack of books she had. She slowly sat down rubbing her head hoping to get any relief from the migraine that had plagued her since she had gotten on the ship home maybe i'll have stitch look at me when hes done with the clones she thought while slowly getting up to wipe the blood off her face.Nia grounded as soon as she saw her face in the mirror it was bad much worse than she thought. A large cut made itself known as her cheek throbbed in pain. She sighed softly as tears welled up in her eyes she looked down letting the tears roll down her cheeks. It was her fault the wolf pack had almost died it was a bad call on her behalf she thought they would be safer- she was instantly ripped out of her thoughts as she heard a knock on the door quickly wiping her tears she looked into the mirror to see wolffe leaning against her metal door frame.

“ad’ika?”

A soft “hm?” came from Nias throat as she wet a towel and started dabbing at the bloodstains across her face; a soft smile would have broke out across her face if it wasn't for the throbbing seeming to come from every, the sound of the nickname wolffe had picked out for her always brought a smile to her face- but today wasn't like any other day they had experienced with her there,

“Give me that”

Wolffe quickly walked over grabbing the towel from her hand as he took over gently wiping the blood from Nia's stained face. She sighed softly into the touch. Being a padawan was  harder than she had expected, Plo made her work for everything and the wolf pack just questioned why she was there most days.

“Its unbelievable”

“What is Wolffe?” her head tilted slightly at his sudden exclamation her eyes quickly snapping back to focus on his face.

“That the jedi council is sending kids to do their dirty work now”

She shook her head slightly letting out a soft chuckle.

“I’m not a kid- and it's not like i'm doing their dirty work,  im training to become a jedi master there’s a difference”

Now it was wolffe's turn to shake his head and chuckle;

“Isn't that kind of the same thing?”

Nia bit the inside of her cheek while shrugging.

“I don't see it that way..i’ve always wanted to be a jedi master…”

“Why” the question was sudden and just blurted out like he hadn't truly thought about the question before it asked like it was just instinct for him. She smiled softly

“I wanted to build my own family, I had heard stories about jedis coming here and finding their own family. I just wanted any family it isn't hard to beat my family;  they were sepertist supporters and outcasted me for having faith in the republic I grew up basically alone just me and the few animals that were bold enough to come close-”

Nia had looked at wolffe's face at some point he had soften his features, he looked sympathetic it was an expression that nia had never really etched on the tough commanders features. She shook her head slightly to reset her thoughts;

“But yeah thats kinda why- I know sob story jedi how predictable”

Wolffe shook his head

“You found your family, ad’ika”

She smiled fondly at him before wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug her head resting in the crook of his neck trying her best not to get blood on his shirt, at first he stood there shocked he had never really been hugged before let alone by a jedi after a few seconds just standing there he had finally gotten the hint and wrapped his arms around her back pulling her tighter to his chest he let out a soft sigh.

“Thank you Wolffe” she whispered before pulling away- he nodded almost to say anytime she wiped the tears that had started welling up in her eyes away as wolffe went back to wiping her face almost as if the hug had never happened;

“You know you might need stitches for this gash” He nodded to the mark on Nias cheek Nia not missing a beat quickly smiled ignoring the throbbing

“I need stitches from stitches-” she let out a soft chuckle as wolffe shook his head

“That is a horrible joke” she smiled before moving to grab pain killers from her desk drawer and popping a few;

“Mhm that's the point buddy”

Wolffe walked over shoving her playfully as he smiled at her moving over to grab her a pair of clean pjs with little dogs covering them he snickered at the design before tossing them to nia.

“Get changed then come get me ill stay with you until stitches can come patch you up.” She nodded slightly waiting for him to leave so she could move as quick as possible to hop in the shower wiping all the blood dirt and sweat off of her skin making her finally feel truly clean again. She pulled on her pjs then opened the door seeing wolffe already waiting there for her in his blacks he nodded to her wet silver hair draping over her shoulder. “I see you showered-” she nodded happily as she sat down on the corner of her bed wolffe opting to pull up a chair to sit across from her.

“I called stitches he said when he's done with all the clones he will come down here”

“Tell him no rush please ! I don't want to take attention away from the injured clones.”

  Wolffe shook his head; “You remind me of Plo”

               Nia softly smiled he had no idea how much of a compliment that was to her she went to open her mouth to say thank you but the physical toll of everything she had done today hit her like a brick exhaustion taking over her mind fast as she slowly lulled off to sleep with wolffe sitting there confused on what to do now.

[kinkymagnus]

Thoughts on Magnus in a fucking machine or a "milking" machine? Not as in literally milking with actual milk, but as in his nipples and/or clit being sucked with like, those clear sucker attachments like he's being "milked" 👀

me: i really need to answer my feminization kink ask i just need a little inspi--anon: magnus. in a fuck machine. gome: (frothing at the mouth) OKAY SO-

also thanks to a few certain people now i’m just like (vibrating intensely) “magnus’s tiddies????” so there’s that 

okay so magnus in a “milking”/fucking machine. i’m picturing like a special padded chair (it’s comfy and designed for this, obviously) and he’s trapped (well. you know. “trapped”). his legs are spread, straps around his thighs keeping them that way, so that his cunt is exposed and on display. there’s a dildo attached to the chair from below, buried in his cunt, and since he’s strapped down he can’t get it out (again i emphasize he can if he actually has to or asks alec to, but You Know.) and he’s just squirming helplessly on it. and since this is a fuck machine, it’s thrusting up into him. but it’s a machine, so it’s like, mechanical, a predictable rhythm, and while it’s nice and hard and deep, it’s also steady and just not enough. there’s none of that human error or surprise of like, a thrust that goes a little deeper and hits just right, or one that’s a little harder after magnus made a particularly pretty noise, or teasing changes of pace. it’s just steady fucking that he can’t escape and isn’t going to increase. (well, there might be settings that alec can change, but we’ll get to that in a minute if i don’t forget.)

there’s a smaller one, maybe a plug, in his ass. i’m not sure if i want this one to move or not, i’m always a slut for magnus getting fucked in both holes but i also like the idea of him squirming on it while it tugs on his ass as he rocks his hips and tries to grind down on it and the one in his cunt at the same time. so like whenever he moves or clenches down he feels it, it’s just a solid constant and it’s also not enough, it never moves or fucks him the way he wants it to. and I’ve just decided it’s short but thick, so it’s like. satisfyingly stretching him but not deep enough.

ok so his hands… i like it when they’re tied above his head but going for the whole “strapped into the machine that’s fucking him” aesthetic, it makes more sense to me to say his wrists are strapped to the padded arms, maybe some nice straps around his biceps so when he squirms and struggles against them his muscles bulge so prettily :)

and the “milking” part!!! i know what you mean, i’ve seen some cool art of that kind of thing on twitter and shit. so like, these suckers (i don’t know what else to call them tbh) are attached to his nipples and clit, and they’re all swollen and sensitive and the suction feels so good but magnus isn’t allowed to cum—bonus, it’s enchanted so he literally can’t unless alec says so. actually, the whole thing is enchanted so he can’t escape or use his magic beyond like useless sparks and lights and shit, and the ties are super strong and adjust as alec tells them to, same with pace and intensity of the various parts, but like, the safeword (verbal and nonverbal, like tapping three times) can deactivate all of it in an instant and let him go. (i think maybe like the traffic light system—yellow, and a corresponding non verbal safeword, mean slow down and is just an indication to alec to chill, red makes it all stop immediately??? idk)

anyway BACK TO THE SUCTION ON HIS CLIT AND NIPPLES. magnus is dying in the best way, his clit is swollen and hard and he’s shaking, his hips are rocking desperately both in order to grind down on the toys inside him and to rock against the suction on his clit. his small tits look so pretty like, with the nipples all swollen and his chest heaving as he breathlessly moans and begs and pants for it ;) tries to get more pressure on his nipples even tho he knows pushing his chest out isn’t going to do anything but make him look like more of a little slut (like, emphasizing his muscles and his tits)

mmm ACTUALLY gags. possibly gags. cock gag or ball gag? Ball gag looks prettier but cock gag means he’s got a toy in all three holes ;) mmmmmm not sure but i do love the aesthetic of all of this is happening and magnus is just drooling around a gag, forced to look at his reflection being Wrecked, eyes full of pleasured tears :’)

and you know what I was gonna say he was blindfolded but consider: this chair is in front of a mirror, and he has to watch himself get debauched by a machine, just blushing a little and watching the toys disappear into him, watching his body tremble and react as his clit and nipples are sucked (imagining…..straps around his tits. I mean he’s def strapped into the chair comfortably like, around his waist and possibly hips, idk how to describe it, but the point is he’s strapped down, so why not criss-crossed over his chest?) possibly with alec behind him, hands massaging his broad shoulders, watching his reflection intensely, and just seeing those dark eyes and feeling those strong hands gets magnus wetter and wetter

the remains of whatever outfit he was wearing (lingerie? maid outfit? yes i COULD make this into maid roleplay, of fucking course i could) are just hanging off him in tatters, shoved aside so his nipples are exposed and the panties are just completely torn off for access to his cunt and ass (unless possibly a thong that can be pulled aside???? mm. not sure) and he’s a total wreck

hey also i’ve just decided that before magnus was strapped into the machine alec was ravishing him (magnus wasn’t allowed to come, and i’ve already mentioned he still can’t because Magic) so he’s covered in hickeys (all over his thighs!! and also up his neck and all over his tits and just really all over the place and he looks STUNNING) and because i said so alec DID come, a LOT, probably with the help of a stamina rune and/or potion of some sort, so magnus has just got cum on his face, thighs, tits, stomach, whatever, i could go for one or all of those tbh

so he’s just trapped in the chair, rocking his hips to get more pressure on his clit and get the toy in his ass deeper and the toy fucking his soaked cunt to change the angle (because it’s not changing angle, but if he moves just right—) and helpless to do much but take what the machine (and by extension, alec) is giving him. and he’s a sight to behold, all spread out and beautiful, this gorgeous muscular man all strapped up and helpless as toys fuck his cunt and ass and his nipples and clit are sucked but he can’t orgasm so he’s just begging and babbling (or moaning around a gag) and

maybe alec is watching him, but not touching. just staring at him, standing behind him, so magnus can see alec’s eyes on him but alec isn’t touching him or giving him relief even as he sobs (picturing now that at some point magnus begs so prettily to cum alec decides to let him cum… over and over, so the machine fucks him through orgasm after orgasm without mercy until finally alec unstraps him and pulls him off them and fucks him himself and magnus is already whining and incoherent and fucked out)

or maybe alec is ignoring him while he does work at his desk (with magnus in the maid outfit mayhaps?) and this is some sort punishment, and no matter how prettily magnus begs or how much he sobs alec seems unmoved (he is, of course, hard as a rock, but he knows the longer he makes magnus wait—within reason and safety and comfort, of course—the sweeter it will be when he finally is allowed to come)

or perhaps teasing him by grabbing his tits or stroking his face or kissing his neck, whispering all these dirty things in his ear maybe using his fingers to stroke his pussy or cup his tits but never doing anything to change the pace (maybe he eventually lets magnus come, still being fucked by the machine, and he squirts so hard then slumps back in the machine, moaning as it continues to use him—because he does feel used, in that humiliating and incredibly hot way, like he’s just part of this machine, here for alec’s viewing pleasure, or if alec’s ignoring him, he’s just a slut needing to be satisfied, so much so that even a machine is enough—and alec eventually gets to slide into his sopping wet cunt and fuck him senseless even tho he’s already incoherent and soaking wet)

and the dirty talk like calling him a beautiful whore, taking it so well, and when he’s off the machine stroking his pussy with his fingertips and telling him how sloppy he looks, licking his nipples just to see how he twitches and whines, talking about what a mess he’s making, how wrecked he looks (and if we’re going with the maid roleplay: talking about he’s made such a mess he’ll have to clean up on his hands and knees later, how he’s a slutty little maid so eager for his boss’s cock, getting fucked at work like that, how he looked so pretty getting his tits sucked and his holes fucked,

but like no matter how kinky they get alec is totally taking care of him, okay, he’s giving him little bits of affection and soft kisses, and making sure he’s comfortable and safe……and the AFTERCARE y’all

alec massages away any soreness, cleans him up, kisses all the hickeys he’s left all over him, im picturing like. after he’s taken magnus out of the machine (turning off the suction and leaving magnus gasping with tears in his eyes, slowly removing each sucker and gently stroking his sensitive nipples and clit with the tips of his fingers, or kissing them and making a tear from slip magnus’s eye…. undoing each strap and gently massaging him, turning off the dildo in his cunt and slowly lifting him off the toys, watching how he dripped and slick soaked the dildo, carrying him to bed) and let him take a break for a moment, get him some water and maybe a snack, he slowly fingers him, eats him out until he comes again, then finally fucks him (he gives him the choice between deep and slow and gentle or hard and rough and fast) and then cleans him up, helps him come down slowly, whispers all this praise, and then they cuddle dlgkhjfghghfgh magnus just melts and is his little spoon and alec’s arm’s around his waist and he’s so fucked-out and relaxed and alec’s just telling him how good he was, how he was so beautiful and perfect, and alec’s hands are stroking his stomach and his tits (not even sexually just like. Touch) and it’s so good and ldkgjhflgkhjgfh

khgfjklghjfgh guess i went feral on this ask oops

[numba99]

Model Behavior Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Summary:You’re an aspiring model in NYC who is offered an opportunity of a lifetime - an arranged relationship with a famous Ranger. Things start out rough and are further complicated by the fact you’re already in a relationship. Will you be able to figure things out or will it all end in disaster? Word Count:

Warning: none for this part! but this is the end!! thank you all for reading and being so patient I know I took f o r e v e r with this so I love y’all for sticking around! (also I think I got out all the Harrys this time if I missed one im sorry ignore it!!!)

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Ugh,” Mika groaned as his cellphone pull him from his sleep. You frowned, trying to roll away from the noise, but it didn’t make a difference. You lifted your head, searching for the time. Finally, you found a clock, which read 7am. No wonder you still felt exhausted.

“Did they have to fucking call so early,” Mika grumbled, voice low and raspy. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, answering it right before it went to voicemail. “Hello?”

You were going to try to listen in, but then your phone started going off. Yup, you thought, we’ve been caught. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you hoped as you grabbed your phone.

“Hi Alice,” you answered, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“Y/n, you know why I am calling,” she stated, her voice flat and annoyed, “Get into the office. Now.” The line clicked off. Shit. This was not good.

You looked over at Mika, who was setting down his phone with a heavy sigh. “Looks like we’ve got a trip to make.” You nodded, trying to remain calm. You knew this was coming, of course, but it was still scary. Last night you had been on a high, feeling somewhat invincible. Now that you were actually going to have to face the repercussions of you actions you were feeling a lot less confident.

You slipped back into the outfit you wore last night, glad that it looked somewhat professional. Mika, on the other hand, seemed to care a bit less about how he looked. He jeans and an old band tee with a pair of Vans. He looked great of course - the man couldn’t look bad if he tried. But it wouldn’t have been the outfit you would have chosen for a meeting that could lead to you being fired.

“Ready?” Mika asked, standing by the door. You nodded, but it wasn’t very convincing, apparently. “Are you okay love?”

You shrugged. “I’m just scared.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m going to take care of us, okay?” Mika assured you, kissing your forehead softly. You nodded again, feeling slightly better, but still not 100% ready for this.  

You and Mika decided to walk to the office, since it wasn’t that far and using another driver would feel like you were cheating on Fred. Plus, walking takes longer, so it gave you more time before whatever shit show was about in ensue. Mika held your hand tightly as you walked, and you were grateful for that. He made you feel stable even when everything else felt like such a mess.

Your modeling agency came into view, making the nerves in your stomach bubble. If Mika was nervous, he didn’t show it. You wished you could be as calm and collected as he was. As you walked through the glass doors of the building, you wondered how different your life could be when you walked out.

The elevator up took longer than ever. Each floor seemed to creep by painfully slow. Mika squeezed your hand as each passed, giving you the little boost you needed. As you walked to Alice’s office, you took slow breaths, trying to keep yourself calm.

Mika pulled Alice’s door open and you could instantly feel the tension. Alice and Steve stood behind her desk, both looking completely fed up. You felt like a kid getting in trouble again, only this time in stead of detention you were getting expelled.

“Sit,” Steve stated, clearly the more pissed of the two. Mika seemed to saunter over, confidence exuding from him. You followed after him more like a scared animal. “I’m sure the two of you know why you’re here.”

“Yup,” Mika stated simply.

“Are you aware of the serious repercussions for this stunt the two of you are pulling?” Steve demanded.

“Nope,” Mika yawned, stretching his arm around your shoulder, “But I bet you’re going to tell me.” Steve’s nostril’s flared, Mika’s blasé attitude pissing him off even more.

“You could lose your contract and you,” he turned to you, making you jump back a bit, “You will lose your modeling contract and be blacklisted. No one will hire you in this industry. Both of you are facing enormous lawsuits. Millions of dollars between the two of you.”

Your heart stopped. Millions? You didn’t even have thousands. That number didn’t even seem like it could be real to you. Not to mention you were getting blacklisted. Losing your contract would suck, but you could manage. If you were blacklisted there would be no hope. You’d be fucked.

You looked at Mika who was eerily calm. How could he not even be a little freaked out about this?

“You’re not going to do that,” Mika stated simply, as if he expected Steve to agree.  

“Excuse me?” Steve shot back.

“You heard me, you’re not going to do that,” Mika repeated.

“Why the hell wouldn’t I? You both signed contracts and knew what would happen if you broke them,” Steve replied.

“You won’t because I’ve been speaking to a lot of my teammates,” Mika began, “and a lot them are pretty sick of you people trying to control our lives. If you try to push these consequences on me and y/n I’m telling every news outlet that will listen the shit you pull and all my teammates who have gone through this are going to do the same. Who knows what shit will come out after that. All of the company’s dirty laundry is going to be aired for the world to see, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Steve grew more enraged with every passing word Mika spoke. You, on the other hand, stared at him in awe. If you thought you loved him before, you really did now.

“I’m going to call management,” Steve said through gritted teeth, dialing on his phone as he walked out. Alice stayed, standing awkwardly in the corner. It was her office, yet she seemed out of place. You looked at Mika, who gave you a confident wink.

The door swung open again, Steve stomping through. “What will it be, Steve?” Mika asked with excessive cheer to piss him off.

“As long as the two of you agree to not expose this as a publicity stunt, you’re free to go,” He replied, annoyance clear in his voice. Steve didn’t seem like a man who took defeat lightly.

Mika looked at you to see if that was okay and you were more than fine with it. You were never planning on telling anyone anyway, so this was the perfect resolution.

“Perfect,” Mika replied, “So glad we could come to an understanding.” The two of you signed off a paper agreeing you wouldn’t disclose this was ever set up, but could remain in a relationship without any consequences. As you lifted the pen from the paper you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

Steve collected the papers in his brief case, angrily making a beeline for the door. “Wait,” Mika called after him. Steve paused in the doorway, reluctantly turning back to face Mika, “All the times you asked if me and y/n had sex, I lied. We fucked a lot. Have a nice day!”

“Mika,” you half gasped, half laughed as Steve stormed away. Mika was one of the kindest people you knew, but he could be an asshole when he needed to. In a weird way it was really hot. If weren’t so happy this whole mess was over, you probably would be a bit more embarrassed by his comment.

“So are we good here?” Mika asked, turning to Alice.

“I’d actually like to talk to y/n alone for a moment,” Alice replied. Her tone was even, not telling you how she felt. You were nervous that maybe she would get rid of you anyway. You had been lying to her after all…

You nodded to Mika to tell him you were okay with that, even though you weren’t sure you had much of a choice. “I’ll wait for you in the lobby, love,” Mika said, kissing you on the cheek. Once you were alone, you held your breath, praying that you weren’t about to be yelled at or fired.

“I just wanted to apologize for this mess,” Alice said, to your surprise, “These things never really go that far, I never expect it to get this crazy.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, “I didn’t really follow the rules so it wouldn’t have been your fault.”

“Still,” Alice said, “I didn’t really believe in those crazy punishments, but it was out of my hands. Mika’s management was pulling all the strings. I’m sorry if you felt like I was working against you.”

“Believe me Alice, I know how crazy they can be. I don’t blame you, I’m just glad this all worked out,” you told me.

“Me too,” she smiled, “Wouldn’t want to lose one of my best models.” After that, the two of you said goodbye and you rushed down to the lobby to see Mika. You practically jumped in his arms, feeling so incredibly free.

“I take it that went well?” He guessed.

“Yup, she just wanted to apologize,” you told him.

“So we are in the clear?”

“We are perfect,” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Let’s go out then, celebrate our freedom,” Mika suggested.

“What do you wanna do? Kind of weird now that we can actually pick what we want to do,” you replied.

“I’ve got an idea, but it’s kinda lame,” Mika admitted shyly.

“Tell me babe, I love you lame ideas,” you coaxed.

“Well, in a way, this is kind of our first real date. So what if we go full circle and have it at the coffee shop we met at,” Mika said.

“You’re right that’s lame, but also incredibly cute,” you teased, “I’ll go, but under one condition.”

“What’t that?”

“You don’t act like an asshole like you did on our first fake date,” you said.

Mika chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His lips found yours once more, before slipping his hand in yours and leading you towards the door. As you walked, you reflected on these last few weeks. They were a whirlwind to say the very least. You never expected things to play out like they did, but you couldn’t be happier with how things ended up. There were definitely some bumps along the road, but each one of them were worth it.

As you walked out the doors, you couldn’t help but feel on top of the world. The man that you had fallen head over heels for was finally yours. No strings attached. You were sure there would be more challenges ahead, but you weren’t scared. With Mika by your side, you could do anything. You couldn’t wait to take on the world with him.

[domjiwon]

Play with me | Jung Chanwoo [M]

Pairing: Reader/Chanwoo Raiting: 18+ Word count: 1,8k Warnings: Spanking, throat fucking, oppa kink, light D/s. if ur looking for fluffy sex this ain’t it Notes: for the lovely mal @chanuontop, i will write u all the smut in the world if it’ll make u feel better

Summary: Chanwoo spends his free day playing games instead of hanging out with you, so you show up in his room and turn off his computer without warning. You quickly realize you’re gonna have to pay for that mistake.

Chanwoo hasn't answered any of the texts you've sent him in the last couple hours, which wouldn't be weird except you know today is his free day. Why he isn't spending it with you is a mystery.

The KakaoTalk chat looks like this:

‘chanuuuu, how r u? im bored can i come over?’

'babe??’

'lmk when you see this i miss u’

Then an hour had passed.

'BaBe WheRe r U :(‘

'chanu istg if you're ignoring me cuz ur playing games imma go kill you’

‘ugh im so horny too, i need you so bad don't leave me hanging like this’

‘should i send you pics so you can see for yourself how wet i am’

The sexting wasn't in your plans, it just kind of happened. You haven't seen each other for more than a couple hours in weeks though, so it's not surprising how needy you got just by texting him.

Thing is, Chanwoo is nowhere to be found and you're not about to waste his only free day until who knows when. He can play Overwatch literally any other day.

Donghyuk lets you in the dorm, chuckling and mumbling something like, “I thought you were in his room already, he's playing games isn't he?” at which you roll your eyes in annoyance.

Usually you'd knock on his door out of respect, but right now respect don't mean shit.

When you open the door you find him, indeed, with his headphones on, laughing and talking on the mic as he presses keys at the speed of light.

He doesn't even notice you come in.

Your blood boils- and your underwear gets wet just by looking at him, but that's not important right now- and in a moment of courage you walk over and press the power button of the computer, making the screen turn black.

“What the–” Chanwoo starts turning towards you.

“Don't you dare. I've been texting you for hours and you were holed up here playing games?”

Chanwoo frowns. “I didn't get any notifications, I was gonna call you to come over at 3 anyway.”

“Chanwoo,” you deadpan. “It's almost 5PM.”

Chanwoo looks surprised at that. “What?” He checks his phone and, just like you said, it's 4.53PM. The KKT notifications are also there.

Chanwoo bites his lip, looking at you with puppy eyes. “Babe, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice the time at all.” He gets up from his chair, his hands wrapping around your neck to bring your face closer to his.

“I missed you,” you say, the anger dissipating at his touch and sincere apology.

He kisses you sweet and slow, his hands stroking your skin.

When the kiss is over you move to sit on his bed as Chanwoo goes to finally check his phone.

He's standing next to the computer, reading through your conversation, and you can tell where he reaches the dirty bits by the change in his face.

Chanwoo lays the phone back on the desk, walking towards you with a cold face.

You're smirking and jittery with anticipation, knowing it never takes him much to want to fuck your brains out.

“Wipe that smile off your face,” he says harshly, and it dawns on you you’re gonna have to pay for what you did.

You drop the smile, laying your back on the bed as Chanwoo gets closer to you.

“Who do you think you are?” He grabs the buttons of your jeans and almost rips them open, the zipper following next. “What gives you the right to interrupt me?” He asks you as he yanks your pants down your legs.

You're not breathing anymore, your throat is closing up with excitement and the mix of vulnerability and fear that's actually arousal.

“I'm sorry,” you answer just to realize a second too late you said the wrong thing.

“You what?” Chanwoo manhandles you so you're lying on your stomach, he grabs you by the hips to get you on your knees, ass in the air and face down in the mattress. “Count them and thank me.”

“Yes, oppa,” you answer correctly this time. The first slap makes you clench your entire body, your pussy dripping. “One. Thank you, oppa.”

“Louder,” he says as he smacks your other cheek.

“Two. Thank you, oppa.”

“Maybe this will teach you where you belong.”

A third slap. “Three. Thank you, oppa.”

You're already moaning with each spank, arching your back in reflex as Chanwoo slaps your ass again and again.

By what you think is the fifteenth slap your skin is burning, tears forming on the corners of your eyes. But the most intense feeling right now is the need to get fucked, and knowing that might not happen at all makes it so much worse in the best of ways.

"How many?"

"Fi- Fifteen. Thank you, oppa."

Your voice keeps cracking, your throat hurting from all the whining.

Chanwoo seems to take pity on you. He's definitely going a bit harder than most days- probably all the pent up sexual frustration- but he knows the second it gets too much you'll stop him.

"Lie down," he tells you.

You let your hips hit the bed, exhausted and worn out and so sensitive you think if Chanwoo so much as touches your clit you'll come on the spot.

Chanwoo massages the backs of your thighs, teasing your skin and brushing closer to your pussy every few strokes.

You're shaking, trying to stop from squirming because you know you have to be a good girl now, and Chanwoo won't like it if you try to move away, let alone try to get some friction.

"Turn around," he orders you next. He helps you out, careful with your stinging ass.

He stands on all fours above you, pinning you down with his gaze. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, oppa."

"You'll behave from now on?"

"Yes, oppa."

Chanwoo smiles, but it's not sweet at all. He brushes his finger on your slit through your underwear and it's so unexpected your legs almost kick him. "What do you wanna do next?"

It's a trick question. "Whatever you want, oppa."

"Good girl. Get on your knees and open up, I wanna fuck your mouth."

You obey, opening your mouth wide and taking your tongue out, waiting while Chanwoo unzips his jeans and takes his hard dick out, though he doesn’t take off his pants.

Chanwoo pumps himself a couple times before resting the head of his cock on your tongue, getting it wet, filling your mouth with his taste before pushing inside.

"Fuck, baby. Always so wet and warm."

He gets a hold of your hair right by your scalp, pushing your head back and forth as he starts thrusting.

You're gagging already, his cock still getting harder and bigger in your mouth.

"Take it, baby, I know you can." You relax as he thrusts in again, hitting the back of your throat easily. "Yeah, that's it. You love this, don't ya?"

You mumble an answer around his cock. "I love it. I love your cock."

Chanwoo pushes you down on his cock until you're gagging, spit falling from the sides of your mouth, and keeps thrusting in and out as he pleases.

"Fuck, baby. So good." He pulls out then, pushing you lightly so you lie on your back again. "Suck on my fingers."

You do, getting them wet and begging internally this means he'll touch you.

And he does. He moves your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off, and slips two fingers easily inside you.

You arch your back, holding back a loud moan that threatens to announce the entire dorm of what's going on in Chanwoo's room.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he says curling his fingers inside you. "You really want this, huh?"

"Yeah. Yes, oppa. Please," you whine. If begging is gonna get you fucked, begging you will.

"Hush, babe."

Chanwoo takes his fingers out, holding your stare as he brings them to his mouth to taste you. You can't help but moan at the sight, your legs rubbing together in search of friction.

Next thing, he's spitting on his hand to stroke his cock, spreading your legs with one hand. The raw need that runs down your spine has you whining again, your pussy throbbing.

"Chanu..."

"I'm right here, babe," he says. He lowers his jeans barely enough to get comfortable, then takes his dick in his hand to rub the head through your slit, then moves away to see a line of wetness connecting you both.

"Chanwoo, please," you beg again.

"Ask me nicely," he says as he rubs your clit with the head of his cock. "And I'll fuck your brains out."

You're trembling under him, so strung out you're about to break. "Please, please fuck me. I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want, I'll be your good girl, just please, plea--"

Chanwoo chooses that second to thrust into you, making you choke on your words.

He doesn't waste a second either. He fucks you fast, not even waiting until you adjust, then bends down to lift your shirt and bra, licking and biting your nipples.

"Fuck," you moan. "Fuck, that's good."

"So tight," Chanwoo says. He reaches down to rub circles at your clit, carefully slipping a finger inside you next to his cock for a few seconds to get your clit wet.

You're a mess underneath him. Your tits are bouncing with the strength of his thrusts and the thumb on your clit is driving you crazy. You're too close to cumming already.

Chanwoo leans down to kiss you, and you grab him by the back of his head to tongue at his mouth. "You gonna cum?" He asks you.

You don't even have enough strength to answer, so instead you nod your head, eyes watering with how intense everything feels.

"Cum for me, babe. I wanna see you lose it."

You almost scream, Chanwoo barely catching it on time to block your mouth with his hand as you tremble and squirm and cry under him.

"Fuck," Chanwoo says as he feels you clench around him. "Fuuuck, baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

So, obviously, you do it over and over, even as the post orgasm tiredness hits you, until Chanwoo is pulling out to come all over your body- on your pussy, your stomach, your tits.

He throws himself on top of you when he's done, a bright big smile on his face as he kisses you everywhere.

"Shit," you say. "Goddamn, that was something."

Chanwoo giggles. "I know, right? Try not to piss me off again, though."

You roll your eyes, knowing he doesn't mean it at all. You know Chanwoo is gonna get up any second now to look for a cream for your abused skin and do some aftercare, so you take advantage of him being here now and cuddle close to him, relaxing in his arms.

[wiccanscauldron]

My job sucks and i have to quit

Sorry for the rant but i feel like i have to say this and i know my bosses wont listen.

I work at a dog daycare/ hotel. In theory its the best job ever and at first it was. However, as time went on I realized its a nightmare

Ill use different names to protect their identities but well call my supervisor lizzy. And the two girls who got promoted to shift leads rebecca and candice.

Lizzy is the lowest on the platform of managers. She’s considered a manager but doesnt make big decisions for the business like the managers do. Shes called a manager but shes just a supervisor.

Rebecca use to be nice when i was in training and candice always appeared to be timid/ laid back.

The owner recently gave people promotions and raises or bonuses and once rebecca and candice got their promotions they changed. Rebecca is now snarky and questions me 24/7. Candice is now bossy and always points out shit for me to do (even though we have the same job, hers just now includes a possibility of longer hours and a more flexible schedule).

Last Wednesday i went inside to do some cleaning (we always have a cleaning list) and Rebecca questioned why i wanted to clean. I told her its a part of my job and since there were 3 other people in the yard, it shouldnt be a problem for me to go clean something (it was an extremely slow day, dogs were all sunbathing and sleeping). Not 10 minutes later candice comes in telling me i have to go back outside because its too crazy out there and they need my help. So i go back out. Within a minute of being out there Rebecca says “im going to take my ten minute break.” When she comes back i go for a “bathroom break.” I check the cleaning list and the bitch did everything. THEY TOOK ME OUT OF DOING MY JOB SO THEY COULD GET TO IT FIRST.

A couple weeks ago i was on a closing shift with lizzy and i was going through the unwritten cleaning list we had to do before we leave. we had an hour left and it was actually getting cold because i was outside spraying the yard with enzyme (stuff that takes the pee smell away and replaces it with peppermint) and i went inside and put my work jacket on and started folding laundry that had just finished. The door bell rang and the last daycare dog was picked up. So i locked up and went back to folding laundry. Lizzy comes in and says “you know you have to clean rooms before we leave right? You cant leave rooms dirty over night. What are you doing?” I explained to her that i wanted all daycare dogs to go home before cleaning or id have to clean each room individually but i was doing laundry and wanted to finish them before moving on to cleaning. She then made it seem like i was packing up and leaving and abandoning my duties and cleaned the 3 rooms herself angrily. For the next week Rebecca and candice made me go inside and clean every single room that had been slightly dirty. Im sure lizzy told them and they took it as a way to pick on me.

At my job people talk a lot about their dogs and you can bring yours in if you want. My dog passed away last year and i haven’t gotten a new dog since but i still talk about her at work when the opportunity presents itself... or i try. Lizzy and candice bring their dogs in almost always. Rebecca only brings her dogs when they need a bath. They will talk to eachother about their dogs and the adventures they go on, their quirky personalities and funny stories. They always move away from me while talking and if theres a third person they always block me from the conversation by standing in front of me. When i start talking about my old dog they talk over me and pretend i don’t exist. Most recently they talked about going on hikes. Rebecca talked about taking her dogs on a concrete path hike on a very hot day and her dogs getting severely injured. I was shocked that she would do that. Thats not only extremely irresponsible but also mean. She talked about how stupid she felt afterwards and everyone comforted her saying “its not your fault, you didnt know” which could be true but when i start talking about taking my dog on a long walk next to the beach and railroad tracks and her chasing the birds they disperse immediately and ignore me completely. That day i left the yard without saying a word and made myself look busy inside until it was time to go home.

My last straw was today. We had a puppy bowl as a fun activity tying into the superbowl. Which really just means they put tape on the yard making it look like a foot ball field, gave bandannas on dogs and let them play with football toys. Rebecca, candice and lizzy used it as an excuse to not do any work saying the puppy bowl took a lot of their attention away from their duties and got away with it. Which left me to do all the cleaning for my closing shift. I started cleaning at 4 and didnt get fully done until 9:10. My shift was supposed to end at 9. I didnt stop for a break or even water. Sounds like an exaggeration but its not. I finished the cleaning list within an hour. One thing on the cleaning list took a lot of time after the hour but i included it as part of my other duties. Before we leave we have to let the dogs go to the bathroom one last time and i was gonna use that time to clean dirty rooms (there were 15 because Rebecca, lizzy and candice didnt do anything, normally there are only 3-5) i had to clean the glass on all the doors (each room has a glass door) refill the dogs waters, clean up any mess, feed some of the dogs that arrived late for boarding, dishes (which was doubled since no one did anything today) and laundry. All of that on top of front desk asking me to get daycare dogs to give to their parents (there were about 30 dogs at the end of the day). At the end I realized i was doing everyone’s work and chances are id still get criticized for not doing a good enough job. I started getting heavy chest pains accompanied extreme feelings of dread and depression. Im the only person at my job who does their job and gives a shit about the dogs. 90% of the time i clean up after the dogs. If there is a cleaning list, im on top of it. If a dog is injured im the only one who takes care of them, im the only one who cleans off their eye boogers and makes sure the shy ones get any attention. When they start picking fights i dont yell at them and pin them down. I get them to play with someone else instead of fighting (and ive been told im too nice in the yard). I give more of a shit than anyone, im picked on repeatedly and im ignored. Only one person has noticed my hard work and when that person told others they began to ignore him too. I have done nothing to make anyone dislike me and yet i am the outcast. Is it because im the youngest there? (im 21 btw) i think it is because they fired The youngest most recently and everyone picked on her too. (She was 20) i dont think i can tell management because they ignore anything they dont want to hear and they cherish Rebecca, candice and lizzy more than anything.

So now im looking for a new job because a part time minimum wage job should not have to make you feel like youd rather die or give you horrible chest pains.

[imagineproduce101]

Of Spreadsheets and Small Children

Your boss (and longtime crush) Hwang Minhyun has always seemed very collected and stern. However, your impression of him changes when he begins bringing his niece to work, tasked by his sister with watching the toddler while she’s away. The two of you bond over her.

for the single!dad au and i kno minhyun isn’t a dad (he’s an uncle) but like theres still children sO,,,

also the company is named empire bc emperor hwang lmao im not funny

and reader is a secretary

You sighed, doing your best to prop open your eyelids as you typed into the spreadsheet, carefully crosschecking the data you were entering to the online database.

“Late night again?” Your coworker and best friend at work, Kim Jaehwan, asked you as he popped into your small office, sending you a sympathetic smile. You groaned, leaning back to take a quick break. Your back cracked at the movement as you looked up at the clock on the wall, ticking away steadily.

“Yeah, boss is still out, so I’ve had extra work,” you explained with a shrug, turning your attention back to your computer.

“Minhyun never takes this much time off, I wonder what happened?” Jaehwan commented dryly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You shot him a dirty look.

“Mr. Hwang,” you corrected with a  roll of your eyes, “and shouldn’t you be finishing your own work?”

“Somehow, irritating you is a lot more interesting,” he snickered, saluting you, “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, see you,” you bobbed your head as he finally left your office.

You’d had a job at Empire Co. for about a year and a half, working as the CEO’s assistant and secretary. Hwang Minhyun, a collected, slightly cold and brusque man, had grown to become extremely dependent on you, and it was strange to go to work without Minhyun’s presence right next door, separated by one thin sheet of glass.

It was the first time he’d been gone for more than a couple of hours—the man had even come in to work when he had the flu, coughing and wheezing as he disinfected every surface of the office. Citing a ‘family emergency’, he’d been away for about a week, and it was strange. Rumors had gone flying that he’d perhaps gotten arrested, gotten a girl pregnant or was getting married in Las Vegas. You’d rolled your eyes to all three conspiracies.

Your phone notification went off, signaling to you that you had new text messages with its quick succession.

Messages with: ceo hwang

(y/n), I will be returning tomorrow

Please have the Min files ready on my desk

And a jar of peanut butter

You frowned at the last text.

>Peanut butter?

You will be reimbursed, of course

You smiled at your boss’s apparent ignorance to the fact that it was super weird for a boss to ask their secretary to buy peanut butter for them.

Nevertheless, the next day, you arrived to the Empire building with the thick manila envelope holding the Min files and three jars of peanut butter—creamy, chunky, and the natural kind (you hadn’t been sure which he had wanted, but were too shy to ask). As you hurried to Minhyun’s office, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he needed peanut butter for.

“Ah, (y/n)!” Minhyun sent you a smile, accepting the grocery bag and manila envelope, “thank you so much, I really do appreciate it.”

“Who’s that?”

You froze at the sound of a high pitched voice, gaze immediately darting towards the source of noise. It was a toddler peeking out from behind Minhyun’s desk. Her hair was gathered up in a messy ponytail on the top of her head, and she clutched a raggedy blanket in her hand.

You looked back at Minhyun, entirely confused as to why there was a toddler in the office.

“(y/n), this is Minah,” Minhyun said, holding out his hand. The toddler, Minah, tottered over, clasping her hand into his. You wanted to coo at how adorable her tiny hands were as she peered up at you with huge eyes. “Minah, this is (y/n). They help me a lot at work, and is super kind and helpful.”

“Hi,” Minah smiled widely up at you, showing off her adorable dimples.

“Hi, Minah,” you said, kneeling to the ground, “are you here to visit the office?”

“Ah, actually,” Minhyun smiled in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck, “my sister asked me to watch Minah for a couple of weeks. She’s on a business trip to the tropics, and didn’t want to risk having Minah catch an illness, since she’s so young.”

“Ah,” you nodded in understanding, “so she’s not your kid?”

Minhyun turned a bit red at that, “did you think she was?”

You shrugged, trying to suppress a laugh, “that’s what the coworkers were thinking—that you’d taken time for some child or something. They started a betting pool.”

“Well, then you’d better tell them to settle their debts,” Minhyun chuckled at that. You were a bit surprised at the moment—you’d never really made small talk like this with Minhyun before. He would ask about your family and how you were doing, but never to this extent.

“Uncle, uncle,” Minah began complaining, “my hair is messy, and it’s making my head itch!”

“Baby, you know I don’t know how to tie hair,” Minhyun sighed, kneeling down to meet Minah at eye-level. “It took me thirty minutes just to figure out this one,” Minhyun whispered to you, making you chuckle.

“May I?” You asked, gesturing to Minah. Your own older brother had a couple kids, so you were pretty comfortable with taking care of them.

“Please,” Minhyun replied, stepping back to let you sit down next to Minah.

“Here,” you patted the ground in front of you, taking a seat on the floor of Minhyun’s office. It was one of the strangest situations you’d ever been in—doing the hair of your boss’s niece—but Minah was cute, which kind of made up for it.

You carefully smoothed out Minah’s hair before tying half of it up into a little sprout at the top of her hair, leaving the hair tie loose enough so that it wouldn’t hurt her head.

“There you go,” you said cheerfully, getting back onto your feet.

“Wow, you’re pretty good at this,” Minhyun observed as Minah peered at herself in Minhyun’s computer reflection. “Do you have younger siblings?”

“I have nieces and nephews myself,” you explained with a smile, gathering your things, “so I have a bit of experience watching kids. If you ever need any help, feel free to ask.”

“It’s alright, I couldn’t impose on you like that,” Minhyun assured you, “well, thank you for your help.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied, heading to your own desk quickly. As you powered up your computer, you glanced at Minhyun’s office through the see-through glass wall, and almost burst out laughing—Minhyun was vigorously wiping Minah’s face with an antibacterial cleaning wipe used to clean bathrooms and hard surfaces.

Messages with: ceo hwang

>mr. hwang, those wipes aren’t meant for children…

You watched in amusement as Minhyun checked his phone before looking over at you through the glass, a sheepish look on his face as he discarded the used wipe.

Its been an hour and I’ve already messed up…

For the next few days, you were thoroughly amused by Minah’s antics. One morning, she’d come into your office with a jar of peanut butter, eating it straight from the jar with a spoon.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” you asked between laughs, going to take the jar from her.

“I like peanut butter,” she replied bluntly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I know, but we don’t eat peanut butter straight, baby,” you said with a laugh, leading her back to Minhyun’s office, “we put it on other things, like crackers or bread.”

“But Uncle said it was healthy,” Minah protested, pouting up at you.

“Yeah, well, Uncle’s never taken care of children before,” you replied, thinking back to the day before when you’d caught Minhyun practically bathing the poor girl in hand sanitizer. One of these days, his clean freak tendencies would be the death of him.

Minhyun looked up at you sheepishly from his computer, a small smile on his lips.

“Mr. Hwang,” you started, eyes darting up to the clock on the wall.

“Please, call me Minhyun,” he cut in with a smile, “I think you’ve scolded me enough times to warrant a first-name basis.”

“Right, Minhyun,” you repeated, much to Minhyun’s obvious pleasure, “anyways, if you’re alright with it, I can take Minah out to grab some lunch? My break is starting now, and she seems to be getting a little antsy.”

“Would you really?” Minhyun sent you one of his smiles, “You’re an angel, (y/n).” You felt your heart race a bit at that, but smiled anyways, holding your hand out for Minah to hold onto.

The two of you ended up at a small café near the building, Minah enjoying her mac’n’cheese while you had a sandwhich.

“You should marry Uncle,” Minah said suddenly as she spooned some of the pasta into her mouth. You choked at that, coughing loudly to dislodge the lettuce that had gotten stuck in your throat. Minah carried on, oblivious to how much your eyes were watering as you wheezed, “then you would be able to see me whenever I visited Uncle, and I really like you. Plus, I heard him telling Uncle Jonghyun about how he thinks you’re really pretty.”

You eyed Minah suspiciously, taking a deep sip of your water, “he said that?”

“Yeah,” Minah nodded her head, smacking her lips. You smiled, reaching over to wipe the cheese off of her lips. “He said that you were pretty, a hard worker, caring, and inte-inte-intelliment.” She listed these things off, counting with her fingers.

“Intelligent?” you asked, helping her slide the water glass closer so that she could take a sip.

“Yeah, that,” Minah nodded, “so just ask him to marry you.”

You held back a laugh, charmed by how adorable Minah was—you didn’t want to process the information she’d just given you quite yet. “I don’t think that’s quite how I want it to work, baby, but I appreciate it.”

Later that day, when you had settled down at your desk again, you pondered the meaning behind her words. Minhyun thought that you were pretty? And he thought you were pretty enough to apparently talk about you to his best friend?

Kim Jonghyun didn’t work at Empire, but his law firm had worked with Empire many times, which was how you knew that the two men were extremely close, having been in a best friend group since before high school. The fact that Minhyun had confided that in him made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, Minhyun had the same feelings as you did.

“(y/n)?”

Minhyun’s voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you jumped in your seat, banging your shin against your desk.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I startle you?” Minhyun apologized.

“No, it’s not your fault,” you assured him, “I was just spacing out. What’s up?”

“Jisung from HR told me how much overtime you put in while I was gone,” Minhyun explained, “and you really didn’t have to.”

You smiled up at him, waving a hand, “it’s totally fine, it wasn’t a bit deal.”

“Still,” Minhyun insisted, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab dinner as a thanks for all the hard work?”

“Mr—I mean, Minhyun—really, that’s not necessary,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly, “I was just doing my job.

“Yeah your job and half of mine,” Minhyun retorted playfully, “please. You deserve a fun night, and Minah will be there as well.”

You sighed, weighing your options—go out to dinner with the man of your dreams and an adorable child, or go home and binge Netflix. The choice seemed glaringly obvious.

“Alright, I’ll go,” you agreed, “but doesn’t Minah need to sleep pretty early?”

Minhyun wrinkled her nose at that, “the demon never sleeps,” he whispered conspiratorially.

“Hey, I’m not a demon!”

You glanced around the main room of the restaurant, feeling incredibly out of place among the glimmering chandeliers and ornate paintings.

“We can go somewhere else, if you’d like,” Minhyun said into your ear quietly, “I know it’s a bit fancy.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, “it’s nice here.”

The three of you were seating in a booth towards the back, Minah opting to sit next to you instead of Minhyun, who had pouted at that. After ordering some appetizers for the three of you, Minhyun asked you about your day kindly, turning his attention towards you.

Obviously, you’d talked and had conversations with Minhyun before, but never like this—never to that extent. He was attentive, and you were surprised to find out that he remembered your parents lived in New York and your brother in California.

“I supposed you have to remember all of the coworkers’ families, huh?” You laughed, taking a sip of water, “I wonder how many times you’ve heard that story about Jaehwan’s dad.”

“Which?” Minhyun asked, clearly puzzled. You paused—if Minhyun remembered some super obscure fact about your mom you’d mentioned once in passing, surely he’d remember the famous story about Jaehwan’s dad that Jaehwan insisted on recounting at every work event.

“You know, the one about Jaehwan’s dad in church?” You elaborated, waving your hands. Minhyun just continued to stare blankly, so you launched into the story, trying not to dwell on the fact that Minhyun knew more about you than the most talkative guy in the office.

As your main courses were brought out, Minah began chattering away about how her day had been—apparently, Jaehwan had brainwashed her into calling him “oppa”, to which Minhyun strongly protested, since Jaehwan was only a tiny bit younger than Minhyun himself.

“He’s an uncle too!” Minhyun cried, burying his face into his hands.

“No, he’s an oppa,” Minah said petulantly, ”he’s young, and more handsomer than you.”

“More handsome, baby,” Minhyun said, tsking under his breath.

“It’s okay, Minhyun, I think you’re more handsome than Jaehwan,” you said before you could filter yourself, cringing internally as soon as the words slipped out. Minah beamed up at you, and Minhyun sent you a small smile, cheeks tinged a bit pink.

The rest of the night passed quickly, Minah making sure to make fun of how Minhyun ate his salads (‘you look like a rabbit! You’re not a rabbit!).

Finally, the meal ended, and the waiter was giving you the look that said ‘get out of my restaurant so I can serve new guests’. Minhyun, ever the gentleman, offered to drive you home.

He pulled up to your apartment and hurried to walk you to the door, Minah making a kissy face from the back window. You snickered at how cheeky she’d gotten, and followed behind Minhyun.

“Minhyun, seriously, thank you for the dinner,” you said earnestly, “it was loads of fun, and I’m really glad that I agreed to go.”

“Me too,” Minhyun said warmly, smiling over at you. You felt your heart race up, and it was almost as though time had frozen. You stared at him, watching his eyes dart down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “(y/n),” he said quietly, as though to not disturb the moment. “Can I…” his voice trailed off, as he looked down at the ground, cheeks now bright red.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips. His eyes widened in shock, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute his expression was.

“Wha—how did you know?” He asked as a smile overtook his shocked expression, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“You’re not exactly Mr. Slick,” you laughed, squeezing his hand, “plus, Minah’s been asking me to marry you for a couple of days now—I guess she overheard your conversation with Jonghyun.”

Minhyun winced, cheeks coloring again, “you heard that? Ah, that’s so embarrassing.”

You snickered, “well, it’s not embarrassing if we actually date, is it?”

Minhyun perked up at that, looking at you hopefully, “you would be willing to date me? Me, the guy who wipes his niece’s face with Lysol wipes?”

You grinned, pressing another quick kiss to his cheeks, “I would.”

“So does that mean you will marry Uncle?”

Minhyun groaned, glaring down at his grinning niece. “Minah, how did you even get out of the car?”

“I opened the door,” Minah shot back, shooting a look up at her uncle. You laughed at her expression, swooping down to kiss the top of her head.

“I dunno, we’ll have to see how well uncle does now,” you said, sending a mischievous  look to Minhyun, who blushed and just shook his head.

(Minhyun does extremely well.) (And Minah is the flower girl at your wedding.)

[thelovelysecret-blog]

I’m Super Fucked Up and That's My Charm

This is one of my most wildest nights in my life so far. So, a little background info for you… I am from one state down south. At some point my family moved up north and I stayed down south for college. I would go stay with my family for breaks and whatnot. I was home for winter break one year in college and towards the end I got an invite from my friends that live down south to come back a few days early. They were planning on all staying at a friends house who lived within walking distance from the bars and planned on going out as a new years thing. Not wanting to miss out on a fun night I planned on driving back to get there to tag along. I pack my things up the night before and head out in the morning. It is about a 9 hour drive and I planned on arriving at my friends house around 5 so that I could get a quick nap and a shower in… I didn’t get there until about 7. I showed up just in time for everyone to start getting their pre-game on. I walk into the house and am instantly greeted by everyone and am handed a shot. I was exhausted but I knew that there was no way I could squeeze a nap in… so I decided to go all in and take a row of shots and get myself hyped up. We planned on leaving around 9-10ish so I hopped in the shower and washed off the nasty car ride. As I am getting ready on of my close girl friends, D, comes to keep me company and catch up. We talk about how much fun we are going to have and she helps me pick an outfit. Naturally our conversation leads to who we want to end up with by the time the night ends. She has a boyfriend, B, but they had this open relationship/agreement going on. I had a few guys in mind. First contender was G. He was fun but wishy washy when it came to girls. We had an on and off again thing and had hooked up a few times. Second was Tony. We had a more serious fling (that’s another story for a later time) but I was not in a place for a relationship and worried that hooking up might cause problems down the road… and last was laps. He was a bit of a mystery to me. Couldn’t really read what was going on with him but he could cook and he put off a vibe that I was really digging. So at this point I was aiming for laps but the night was early and I was just along for the ride. At the end of the convo, I decided to put on this low cut v-neck skater dress that showed off my boobs and a burgundy suede blazer. I forgot to pack shoes to go with it so I paired it with some black leather sneakers. Not my best outfit but I didn’t care. I emerge from the bedroom looking good and the guys were not scared to say so. A few of us went to the porch to have a cig. While out there, D pulled out a little baggy of molly and offered everyone a little dip in his fun bag. I had never tried it but like I said, I was just along for the ride. Everyone partook and went back inside. At this point I had forgotten all the shots I took and was feeling pretty good. Took a few last minute shots and everyone headed out the door to the bars. We were a group of about 12 "squaded up" taking the 15 minute trek to get there. By the time we got there, I completely forgot about the little bit of molly I had done and was ready to get wild. Started out as a typical night out. Got a few drinks, shyly stood to the side watching everyone dance. I want to say it was at about the 4th drink in that I realllly felt good and forgot about the world around me. It was just me and my friends having a good ass time… I started getting hazy and D pulled me in to dance with her and her boyfriend. I was starting to get the tingles and butterflies. I didn’t realize it until the next day but this was the molly mixing with the alcohol. That’s when I look over and I see laps dancing next to me, we get close and its turning me on. Next thing I know he is gone and I'm back over with D and B. at some point me and B start making out. I felt a bit weird about it because that’s Ds boyfriend and she is standing right next to us…. So I did the only reasonable thing… I stopped making out with him and switched to her. At some point I got stuck in a loop. Laps came back so I danced with him again, he left, I went back to B and D and switched back and forth making out with them… I was in my own little world and I loved it. It was late and I found myself dancing with laps again. I did not want him to disappear on me again so I did what any drunk molly'd out girl would do. I grabbed his dick while we were grinding on each other. He was hard as fuck and I knew I had him. He "whispered" in my ear, "wanna get out of here" and we were gone. He called for an uber as I went to the bathroom. I caught a glimps of myself in the mirror and I looked a hot mess. I made the mistake of wearing red lipstick and it was all over my face… I was shown a picture of B the next morning and he had it worse than I did… back to the uber and laps waiting for me outside. At this point I was stumbling pretttty badly. Laps got me in the uber and once again, I was in my own little world not paying attention to those around me. At some point I remember the uber driver asking if I was good. I was hella good. We make it back to the house and nobody else is there… and the doors were locked. Laps knew he had to get me into this house fast. I had forgotten my jacket, the dress was sleeveless and my legs were bare and it was about 40 degrees outside (I was fine earlier in the night, I had come from up north where it had been snowing and in the negatives and it felt kinda warm compared to up north). He tried breaking in by using a debit card… did not work. I was useless in any attempt we made trying to get into the house. I was all giggles and silly dirty talk. Eventually he started trying the windows. There was one that was open and it was about at my shoulders when I was standing next to it. He managed to get himself in the house and as he is opening the door to let me in the first group arrived back at the house… with the key. The group consisted of angry guy (upset that the girl he was into wanted someone else), mcdonalds (was going to get food to try and sober up angry dude) and like 2 other people that were just there. We were kept from taking over a bedroom and hung out with the group for like 10 minutes. Eventually mcdonalds left to get food. I was hungry and told him to get me something. Me and laps finally break away and decide on tony's room… which looking back on it was so awful of me since me and tony had this weird thing going on the summer before. But we shut the doors as we are tearing each others clothes off. The sex was good but I was so gone in the mix of being molly drunk that I honestly don’t remember a whole lot of it. What I do remember is hearing angry guy yelling, we both decide to ignore it and continue on. I also remember mcdonalds knocking on the door to tell us to stop so I can get my food… we didn’t stop. We finish and both kinda pass out on the bed. At some point I wake up to this feeling of warmth and realize that laps was trying for round two. Im getting eaten out when I realize that laps is passed out on the bed next to me. I look down and see that its B. Im like, oh shit, shrug and enjoy it. At some point I realize that D is sitting on the bed on the other side of me watching. It felt like something you would see on a porno. Right before we really start getting into it Tony knocks on the door telling us to get out of his room because he is tired. I am butt ass naked and I am scrambling to get dressed because it finally hits me that I am an awful person for fucking in his bed and he is not the fuckee. We get laps up and I cant find my bra and panties so at this point I just toss my dress back on and say fuck it. We evacuate the room and claim the couch that pulls out into a sofa. Its D, B, me and then laps. Im starting to sober up and just wanna cuddle with laps but he is out and B is cuddling up to me and im starting to feel awkward about everything. We all pass out and wake up the next morning to try and figure out what the fuck happened. I went to pee and found a destroyed bathroom only to remember angry guy. Apparently what me and laps heard the night before was angry guy locking himself in the bathroom and went hulk mode. Threw everything on the floors and I think even punched a hole in the wall behind the door, before getting into the shower to cry. Felt bad for the guy, he was sweet. As I was in the bathroom I remembered that I still was missing my bra and underwear and went on the hunt to find them. I walked into Tony's room only to feel like even more of an ass because my bra and underwear were tossed over the back of his desk chair in plain sight like I left it as a reminder that it was not him in that room with me the night before (I obviously still feel awful about this 5 years after the fact). We all got dressed, cleaned up a bit and said our goodbyes. Quite a few people lived like 2 hours away and they went home. I hung out for a bit before going back to school. The weird thing about it all was how boring the next day was. Like the night before never happened. But man, I will never forget it.