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lovelookspretty · 1 month ago

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waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: swearing, pretty safe !! lowkey i rushed thru im sorry LMAO

authors note: okay ik im a little late with an update and its kind of shorter but i wanted to get out a part asap. im rewatching the 100 rn and ugh. anyway if u arent part of the tag list yet, feel free to let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <3

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you sit at the small table across from rafe, your fork hovering above your plate, but your attention keeps drifting toward the large window facing the street. you can’t help it. john b and jj were out there earlier, just hanging around.

it didn’t seem like they would come in, but you still feel uneasy. your eyes flicker to the entrance every few minutes, waiting for them to either walk in or disappear.

“stop glancin’ at the damn window, y/n, i can . . . feel your worry from here," rafe mutters, his voice low and rough, but there’s a hint of something softer there. he doesn’t even look up from his plate, just keeps cutting into his food like it’s nothing, but his words hit you harder than they should.

you blink a few times, then drop your gaze to your plate, the food suddenly less appetizing. it’s not like you can explain it to him—that you’re afraid of seeing john b or jj or that they might somehow sense that you’re not the same y/n they used to know. you’re not sure they’d even care, but the thought of facing them right now, of fumbling through some conversation, makes your stomach twist.

still, you force yourself to eat, to appear normal, though the tension buzzing between your shoulders doesn’t fade.

when you and rafe finally step out of the cafe, your eyes immediately search the street for the van. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you see that it’s gone. maybe they left. maybe they figured it wasn’t worth it. either way, relief washes over you, but it’s fleeting. you get into the car quickly, a little too quickly, as if you’re still afraid they might show up.

rafe slides in beside you, his movements slower, more casual, and turns the key in the ignition. the engine roars to life, but the radio stays off, just like it was earlier.

the drive home is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the car as it rolls down the streets. you stare out the window, trying to keep your mind from spiraling, but the silence feels suffocating. eventually, you speak, your voice hesitant, unsure, “remind me why ward and rose hate me again?”

you regret the question the moment it leaves your mouth. you should know why. y/n would know exactly what’s going on between her and rafe’s parents. but you’re not her, and you need answers.

you hold your breath, waiting for his response, and in your peripheral, you see him furrow his brows, his hand on your thigh loosening like he’s pulling back, even just a little.

for a second, you think you’ve blown it, that he’s going to catch on, but then he speaks.

“they don’t hate you,” he says, his tone sharper than before. “they just . . . my dad thinks you’re in it for the money, remember? the cameron wealth. he just doesn’t trust you. and you know how rose is. she just agrees with him as long as she gets her allowance from ward cameron.” there’s a bitterness in his voice when he says his father’s name, like it’s coated in something darker. “seems a bit fucking hypocritical if you ask me.”

in it for the money? the words bounce around your head, disorienting you. you weren’t expecting that. your eyes drop to the dashboard, and you try to wrap your mind around what he’s saying, but it feels wrong. that’s what they think about her. not you. it’s hard to remind yourself of that, to separate yourself from the y/n everyone else knows.

at least, that’s what you think this is. that there was a version of you living in this world, the right version. but something must’ve been two nights ago and there was just . . . you don’t know. you can’t accept that this life is yours. you’ve never lived it.

you hesitate, then whisper, “do you . . . agree with them?”

the question hangs in the air between you, and for a second, you think he’s not going to answer. but then the car comes to a sudden stop as he pulls up in front of the house, slamming on the brakes harder than necessary. he turns toward you, eyes sharp, focused. there’s a pause, a heavy silence.

“no,” he says, shaking his head slowly. “i don’t. you know that.”

you look at him, trying to read his expression, trying to understand why he’s so sure. there’s something there in his eyes, something unspoken that makes your chest tighten. but you don’t push. instead, you just nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.

you step into the house and the door clicks shut behind you. the echo of your footsteps fades as you make your way upstairs, shoes dangling from your fingers by their backs.

when you reach rafe’s room, you drop the shoes in the closet with a soft thud and let yourself fall back onto the bed. the mattress bounces slightly under your weight, the cool sheets brushing against your skin as you settle in. you fish your phone out of your back pocket, unlocking it with a quick swipe.

a few notifications pop up on the screen—most of them unimportant, just the usual, but two names catch your eye. one from your mother, another two from jj.

your thumb hovers over jj’s messages first, curiosity or maybe just habit pushing you to open them: ‘ hey how u been? ’ followed by another message, ‘ saw u at driftwood lol ’

you grimace. please stop talking to me, you think, and you almost consider typing that out for him, but you just swipe the conversation away. it feels wrong, ignoring him, but it’s safer this way. at least for now.

you tap on your mom’s message, her name flashing up on the screen. it’s a simple ‘ hello? ’ sent after a previous message asking if you wanted to video call tonight. guilt tugs at you for not answering sooner, but you quickly type a response: ‘ i’ll be there ’

you drop the phone onto your chest and close your eyes, the tension slowly leaving your body.

rafe comes into the room just a minute after, dragging his feet as he enters, and flops down on the bed beside you with a heavy sigh. he’s on his back, his arms thrown up to rub his eyes. the weight of the day is already too much, you can tell.

you roll onto your side to face him, watching the rise and fall of his chest for a second. he looks tired—more than tired—and for some reason, you feel this sudden pull to comfort him. maybe it’s because you’re realizing that you’re stuck here for longer than you ever imagined, or maybe it’s because, despite everything, there’s something grounding about feeling him next to you. something real.

you slide your hand over his stomach, feeling the firm muscle under his t-shirt, and trail your fingers up to his neck. his skin is warm, smooth.

he smells like fresh ocean air mixed with something expensive—sandalwood, maybe, and a hint of cedar. it’s clean, masculine, and comforting in its own strange way. your hand rests against the side of his face, and you lean in, pressing your cheek lightly to his shoulder, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize it. the scent of him feels like an anchor to this new world, even if you don’t fully belong in it.

rafe’s eyes flutter shut, his face softening under your touch, and after a quiet moment, he murmurs, "i love you."

the words catch you off guard. you blink, your heart skipping for a second as reality slams into you. you don’t really know him—at least not this version of him. not like that. and yet, you have to play the part, don’t you?

“i love you,” you mumble back, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, like they don’t belong to you. but even as they leave your lips, your mind is already spinning, thoughts racing faster than you can keep up.

a million things zip through your head at once—what if this is it? what if you never find a way home? what if you’re stuck here forever, living this life that doesn’t belong to you, loving a man who isn’t really yours?

it’s terrifying—the possibility that you might grow attached to this place, that you might actually start to like it. and then what? if you ever do go home, what happens? will you feel crushed by the weight of leaving it all behind? will you go insane, trying to navigate two lives, two versions of reality?

maybe you have nothing to worry about. maybe everything will work itself out.

but maybe you have everything to worry about.

you sit up slowly from the bed, careful not to disturb rafe as he drifts deeper into sleep. you slip away from him quietly, your feet making no sound as you pad across the room to his desk. sitting down, you lean forward, resting your elbows on the cool surface, and run your fingers through your hair. you’re tired—bone-tired—but sleep feels far away, unreachable. you need something, anything, to distract you.

your eyes open lazily, glancing at the surface of the desk. it's clean, organized, too neat, really, for someone like rafe. there’s not much on it aside from a few pieces of mail. you sift through them halfheartedly—most of it is boring stuff, some bank letters, a couple of magazines.

some are even addressed to you. they’re opened already, though, and there’s nothing of importance. not that you expected there to be.

pushing yourself up from the desk, you wander around the room. it’s yours too, right? or at least it feels that way, with how much space you apparently take up.

your fingers trail along the dresser, the faint creaking of the drawer breaking the silence as you pull it open. inside, neatly folded, are your clothes—well, her clothes. the y/n from this universe. it feels strange, surreal, knowing this other version of you needed extra room for her things. maybe she had more stuff and she just wanted more space.

your mind drifts back to what rafe said earlier. that ward and rose didn’t like you. didn’t trust you. they thought you were just after their money, like some kind of gold digger. you snort at the thought—it’s ironic, really. considering how ward and rafe were obsessed with finding literal treasure in the show. maybe everyone in this family, including her, were a little too focused on gold.

closing the drawer, you step toward the closet, opening it just as carefully. it’s split down the middle, half filled with rafe’s clothes, the other half with yours. the dresser must’ve just been for overflow.

you shake your head, closing it softly and moving back toward the bed, your gaze trailing toward your phone. it's sitting on the bed next to rafe, tempting you, but the thought of waking him just to grab it doesn’t feel worth it.

you sit down on the floor instead, crossing your legs and staring blankly at the room around you. bored. that’s all you are—bored and stuck.

your choices are limited. you can’t go downstairs and risk running into ward or rose, can’t hang out with anyone yet, and leaving for a drive without telling rafe seems . . . wrong. maybe this universe’s y/n felt the same way. maybe she felt isolated here, bored out of her mind. maybe she lost it at some point. maybe—

god, stop, you think to yourself, shaking your head.

you stare at the floor for a while, trying to focus on the wood grain beneath your fingers, but your gaze eventually drifts to something under the bed. boxes, mostly, a couple of old board games, but something else catches your attention. something wedged between two boxes.

curious, you lean down and reach for it, your fingers brushing against the cover of what looks like a journal. you pull it out, wiping a thin layer of dust from the top as you grimace. “gross,” you mutter under your breath. guess rafe doesn’t clean under the bed often.

lying down on your stomach, you run your hand along the outside of the journal. it’s worn but intact, the pages thick and sturdy under your fingertips. you never took rafe as the journaling type—he doesn’t seem like someone who would sit down and pour his thoughts onto paper. but here it is, in your hands. something personal. something that might give you a glimpse into his mind, this world, this version of him.

you hesitate for a moment, staring at the journal as your thumb traces the edge of it.

you open it, flipping past the first few pages with a lazy flick of your fingers. the familiar scent of old paper wafts up, and you wrinkle your nose at it. laying your head on your fist, you hold the journal open with one hand, skimming the neat, familiar handwriting.

it’s strange seeing rafe’s thoughts laid out like this—stranger still because you never imagined him as someone who would keep a journal at all.

but he does. and he’s detailed.

each page is filled top to bottom, crammed with his thoughts, feelings, and observations. day after day, entry after entry. it’s more than you expected, almost overwhelming in its depth. he didn’t just write about major events or things that stood out—no, he captured everything. the small details. the mundane moments. he seemed obsessed with recording every second of his life.

as you glance at the dates, your brows furrow. the entries are more recent than you thought they’d be. flipping back to the beginning of the journal, you see that it starts in early may. a sharp contrast to what you remember from your own life—your real life—where you had left in the middle of september. it’s jarring. maybe time works differently here.

and then, something else catches your attention: the handwriting.

it’s familiar. too familiar. not just because it’s rafe’s, but because there’s something about the way the letters curve, the way the words flow across the page.

you sit up a little straighter, squinting as you begin to properly read through the entries. your eyes scan the first entry dated may 12.

‘ 05/12

i don’t know why i’m even bothering to write this down. everyone says journaling is supposed to help or whatever, but all i feel is frustrated. it’s like everyone around me has it together, and i’m the one constantly getting in my own way. or maybe they’re the ones in my way. i don’t know. it’s hard to tell these days.

i’m trying, though. i think? i mean, isn’t this part of trying to get better? to work through my issues instead of ignoring them? i just don’t get why it feels like such a chore. i’ve spent so long pretending everything’s fine, so maybe that’s why this whole “self-reflection” thing is pissing me off. i’m not used to it. i’m not used to being told that i need to change, when i feel like i’ve been doing fine. they’re the ones who need to stop acting like i’m the problem. i’m not perfect, sure, but who is?

whatever. maybe i’m just overthinking it. i know i need to be better, but it’s hard when people keep pushing me into a corner, expecting me to react the same way i always have. i don’t want to be that person anymore, but it’s like, what’s the point of trying to change when no one’s even going to notice? or worse—they’re gonna keep treating me like i’m the same person no matter what i do.

i don’t know. this is stupid. but maybe it’ll help if i keep writing. or maybe not. we’ll see. ’

you blink at the page, your brow furrowing in confusion. why is rafe trying to change? change from what?

you try to shake off the unease and flip through the pages, skipping a few until you reach another entry. this one’s dated august 3rd.

‘ 08/03

i swear, sometimes i feel like no matter how hard i try, people just refuse to see it. today was fucking awful. jj and i got into it again, and i don’t even know how it got so bad so fast. i’ve been trying to be better. i’ve been trying to show up, to listen, to be the kind of friend everyone says i should be. but jj? he just doesn’t get it. he always wants to bring up the past, like i haven’t already said sorry a million times. like i haven’t tried to make up for everything. what more do they want from me?*

and the worst part is, he made me feel like i’m the bad guy. like i’m still the same selfish, narcissistic person from months ago. but i’m not. or at least, i’m trying not to be. but how am i supposed to change when people like him just won’t let me? he said i’ve been a bad friend. me? a bad friend? maybe i haven’t been perfect, but who has? i’m doing the best i can, and it’s not like everyone else is a saint. but no, it’s always me who gets the blame.

honestly, i think jj just made everything worse. i was starting to feel like i was making progress, and now? i don’t know. i feel like i’m back to square one. all i wanted was to fix things, to show i’ve changed, and instead i’m just stuck here, trying to explain myself to someone who clearly doesn’t care.

whatever. i’m done trying to explain myself. if people don’t want to see that i’m trying, then that’s their problem, not mine. ’

your heart races as you read the entry. wait . . . this is familiar. the mention of jj. hold on.

you flip through a smaller chunk of pages, eager to find the last written entry, and stop on september 17.

‘ 09/17

i’ve done everything i can. i’ve changed. i know i’ve changed, but no one else seems to think so. it’s like no matter what i do, i’m still the same person in their eyes. the selfish one, the one who only cares about herself. it’s not fair. i’ve been working so hard to be better, to be different. but every time i walk into a room, it’s like they’re waiting for me to mess up again. waiting for me to be the person they’ve decided i am.

i just wish they’d give me a break. i’m not that person anymore. or at least, i’m trying not to be. it’s exhausting, having to prove myself over and over again. i thought things would be different by now. i thought people would see that i’m not the same. but all i get are those looks. like i’ve done something unforgivable. like i’m still the villain in their story, no matter how hard i’ve tried to rewrite mine.

i don’t know what else to do. i’m tired of fighting for people to see me. maybe i’ll never be enough for them. maybe they’re just waiting for me to screw up again, to prove that i haven’t changed at all. but i have. i have changed. i know it.

god, i just wish i could do something big. something to show them all at once that i’m not who i used to be. i’m better now. i just don’t know how to make them believe it. ’

your blood runs cold as you read the last line. panic surges through you, and you glance around the room as if seeking an escape. you scan the pages, your eyes racing over the words, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

you were absolutely wrong. this isn’t rafe’s journal.

this is hers.

@v2los @cosmixstar @meeuhsworld @httpsdrewstarkey @lovdrew @lilithblackkk @rovckwells @cherrylooney @iissza @namelesslosers @cocolovey @rafeyswrd @odairtrqsh @gretag13 @vivian-555 @lunaleah @smol-coffee-addict @twinge-vix @behindviolettwrites @avngrssckr @stonerroadbull @cali-888 @coquettajob @simpingcorner @nymphetkoo @pinkpantheris @ilyrafe @romaescapes @cold-soup1223 @inaluvrsworld @rafesweetie @faephoria @solo-pitstop-vibes @my-fabulousness-has-arrived @drewsephrry @sgecorrow @rafesgiirl @ravisinghs-wife @booksntings @tinyfairies @maybankslover @honeyluvsatj @darleneslane @alysaaaa444 @w4nnabeurs @watersquirtpewpewboomm @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account

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kitashousewife · 3 months ago

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my asks got deleted but this was a request!! sorry it’s taken so long but here you gooo

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“go home already,” kuroo’s voice sounds closer than it is from his desk across the room.

“you first,” you type away, adding the last couple attachments to an email before you log off for the day. much later than you were scheduled, but your boss has no place to point this out.

cause he’s here too.

“c’mon, let’s go. the sun is going to be down by the time we leave the building,” he grabs his coat from the rack, slipping it on before grabbing yours as well.

“it wouldn’t be the first time,” you give him a smile when he holds out your coat, helping you put it on. “what kept you so late?”

he laughs, but not out of humor. the blue light of the monitors does nothing to hide the dark circles under his eyes. “lining up meetings, confirming a couple conferences, and i’ve been working on this report that they-“

“keep changing the due date on?” kuroo nods, and you roll your eyes. “yeah, me too.”

you log out of the computer, grab your things, and begin walking towards the exit. this isn’t the first, and absolutely will not be the last time the two of you leave the building late. together.

ever since you started, you’ve helped kuroo out. managing his schedule, keeping his meetings in line, calling people when he needs it; the little things. it helps him, while at the same time, helps you as well. you get a break from your regular work, friendly conversation, and someone to confide in.

his good looks are a plus as well.

those good looks tend to be more of a distraction than anything these days. missing notes during a meeting while you’ve been studying his facial expressions. catching bits and pieces of what he’s saying because you can’t keep staring at his lips. tripping over your words because of the way he looks at you, the list goes on.

“i think we’ll be okay, though. we just need the headcount for the next event,” you yawn, stepping out onto the sidewalk. “and that’s all.”

kuroo shrugs. “until they add another component, sure.” you give him a sad smile, knowing he’s probably right. “hey, don’t give me that.”

“give you what? you’re completely right,” the two of you are facing each other on the sidewalk, stepping to the side to allow a pair of fellow commuters to slip past. kuroo shakes his head and smiles. “i know. but we both know you’re working too late. just wait until your boss finds out,” he gives a faux wince.

“too bad my boss is a massive hypocrite. leading by example,” you pat his right arm playfully. his cheeks flush, just a bit.

and yours as well.

he clears his through and laughs dryly. “i know, im the worst.”

you stare at him with a grin. the conversation is ending, but neither of you want it to. the last attempts to continue it die on your tongue when he opens his mouth.

“want to get a drink?”

“yeah, i would.”

he smiles, grinning as he nods down the sidewalk.

“first person to bring up work pays,” he holds out his hand. you shake it, lingering a bit longer then necessary.

“deal.”

unfortunately, however on purpose, kuroo brings up work the second the two of you sit down. you laugh, shocked at how quickly he gave up. but, that was his plan all along.

he’s wanted to take you out for some time, now.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo drabble

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acid-ixx · 5 months ago

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I’m new, I just read your fic about neglect reader. I haven’t read through your blog yet but I am so excited after reading this fic. I am an emotional wreck right now and my curiosity is eating me alive with this question “Does reader know about Jason? Will they ever met? Ever have a platonic relationship together? Will Jason be more of a brother to reader?”

I’m sorry I speed through the fic and tears are in my eyes I couldn’t think straight BUT I notice that Jason is hardly there so I’m curious. Please this is such a brain rot, it’s way past midnight after I read this cause I keep stopping to cry.

major (?) spoilers below.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

hello anon !! im so happy ppl are getting more exposed to the content i have written so far. anyways, i can't believe i also got others to cry bec i did too when i was writing 😭

anyways, to answer ur question: yes! the reader will meet jason and he would actually be the first sibling you would meet after you have left the manor. the way he would turn yandere for you is a different approach to how the others would be because in the prequel, it has been stated that you had your fair share of encounters with him.

"will they ever have a platonic relationship with him/see him as a brother?" maybe, maybe not. because your meeting with him would all be a blur to you, and jason's obsession would stem from the trauma he had experienced, causing him to be more protective of you.

you're not in your best mindset and you're vulnerable walking through the streets of gotham and all alone? oh god, only a dumbass would do that— but once the red hood recognizes your face and the way you carry yourself so pitiably, he immediately tries to take you in his arms just as he should.

but the moment you push him away? tell him to fuck off despite your drunken state? the moment you cry and tell him you could deal with everything yourself without his help or anybody else's? you just remind him of himself and that triggers his first spiral into yandere-ism.

it's the way you share trauma, the way you both feel immense anger. he should've noticed sooner because you two would've been as close as peas in a pod. and yet he failed you by being a hypocrite. you were literally taken into the manor right after his death and discarded like you were mere trash. he should've taken you away when he had the opportunity to but he was too caught up in his feat of revenge.

yet the worst part was that he had taken notice of tim before he did you, and jason had momentarily hated you too because he thought bruce had replaced him. if he had looked through that veil of contempt that he had for you, and saw just how neglected and in need of attention you are, then he would've taken you under his wing.

but he didn't, and he had done the same thing to you as most did.

so take it as you will when i say you're more or less going to be closer (albeit unwillingly) to jason than anybody else because unlike his other siblings who are bound by their vigilante duties, your big brother jason wouldn't mind shooting any creeps who think they could touch his precious angel.

and he gets it, too, angel— you hate him, you hate them all and that's valid. but you can't just walk out in the streets alone and expect to be home in one piece; so leave it to him to scout your apartment alright? leave it to your big brother jason to intimidate the goons who try to stalk you when you're not looking. even if you don't want him near you, you'll always find warm food by your table and a note reminding you to take care of yourself more often.

it hurts when you rip the paper to shreds but it breaks his heart even more if you refuse to touch the meal he would leave for you, because that probably means you saw him as danger more than anything else. and he doesn't know it, but you're already planning to make a run for it now that you're under red hood's radar.

it's obvious that you have no experience when it comes to living by yourself, so please don't fucking push him away and let him protect you from any harm. your self destructive habits only causes him to become more protective of you and it only lets him stalk you more often to ensure nobody would touch his precious angel.

just like dick, you'll be treated more like a child than that of a young adult, but at least jason has the concept of personal space compared to your eldest brother. but still, jason wishes to hold you in his arms.

heaven forbid if the joker ever got his crummy fingers on you. jason would go berserk.

little does he know, little does your family know just how much they had lost the opportunity to keep you in wraps inside the manor.

they should've never let you out in the first place.

#🍨... yael's talking #🧁... yael's misc.#series: again & again #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere jason todd #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #platonic yandere #forgive me my reply is such a mess 😭#ive been drowsy for the past for days it's hard to get to my bearings #like any thoughts that come into my mind comes poof #anyways if ur dick's baby bird then ur jason's precious angel because you are so vulnerable in his eyes #like bby why r u walking alone. u forgot to ask him to walk with you again didn't u?? don't worry he'll make sure the streets wouldn't smell #of blood next time

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mollyrolls · 4 months ago

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hey cupid! ☆ iwaizumi h. x reader

7. horrible deja vu

warnings: language, suggestive jokes, fluff (????), angst, im sorry for the ending (no im not)

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Iwaizumi has a horrible sense of deja vu. Bokuto is a nervous wreck, but it’s much less endearing this time.

“Please just knock. It’ll be easier once you do.”

The two of them are standing outside Akaashi’s apartment, Bokuto frozen in place. It's a testament to his workout routine because Iwa’s arm would have been sore from this position by now. He is so close to their door, but cannot make himself knock.

“I am knocking. Don’t you see me knocking, Iwaizumi? I’m knocking, right?”

Iwaizumi doesn’t bother responding, instead opting to knock on the door for him. A couple of short raps, which might be out of character for Bokuto but he doesn't feel like pounding on the door. He’s not that committed to acting.

There’s scrambling behind the door, some muffled curses, and she appears.

“Oh, hey. We’re just about ready.” She glances back inside, presumably looking for Akaashi.

When she finds no one, Hajime can see her steady herself.

“Do you want to come in?”

The pure apathy in her voice would make you believe she was being tortured by asking that question. Iwaizumi smiles. To himself, obviously, but a smile nonetheless. It’s gratifying that his presence bothers her that much.

She holds the door wide open for Bokuto as he walks in first, but then not so subtly drops the door on Iwaizumi. Not enough to shut him out or make a scene but clear enough that she’s as unhappy about this as he is.

Pushing the door off of him, Iwaizumi takes in their apartment. It seems well-loved, with pictures and personal belongings scattered around. It’s almost enough to make him believe she has a heart.

The three of them stay huddled in the entryway, where he can just make out some tufts of bleached yellow hair shrunken into the couch.

“So, this is us. That’s Kenma, and Tsukki is around here somewhere.”

Bokuto nods enthusiastically, taking in the apartment, but Iwaizumi is confused.

“Tsukki? Do you mean Tsukishima?”

“Yeah, Tsukishima Kei.”

“Oh. Do you only live with guys?”

He’s just curious, never accusatory. He’s not the one to judge someone based on their roommates. It would make him a violent hypocrite.

But of course, she could never see it that way. He can almost anticipate her defensive stance as she processes the words.

“So what if I do? Is there something you’re implying?”

“No.”

“Is there a problem with it?”

A problem? No. Does he like it? “No.”

“Do you say anything other than no?”

“Yes.”

“Can you two get a room, please? Or wait until I’m not here to listen to this weird foreplay?” The bleached hair croaks out from his hiding spot in the couch. Bokuto looks relieved, not used to seeing their fights up close.

Something in her alights with rage at hearing that. He’s not thrilled at the insinuation of sleeping with her, but he couldn’t be that bad.

“I don’t know Kenma, can you shut up for once in your fucking life?”

There’s a level of hostility to her threat that even he has never received. Hajime shudders to think about what Kenma could have done to deserve that. Knowing her, probably nothing, but it’s not reassuring to know she can get worse.

Kenma goes quiet but looks up at her like a hurt dog. She doesn't entertain it.

The silence that falls is awful.

It forces her to realize how badly she snapped. She presses her eyes together and forces some deep breaths. He recognizes the pattern as one used to regulate breathing and feels the smallest stab of guilt for winding her up this much.

Another sigh, another horrible wave of deja vu.

“Sorry. About all of that.”

Jumping at the opportunity to say something not akin to fighting, Bokuto takes it. “It’s no problem, honestly.”

She smiles at him gratefully. Another beat. No one knows where to go from here.

“So�� Bokuto, how’d you find out about this festival?”

Her question is interrupted by Akaashi finally emerging, looking a little panicked and a little sweaty.

“Hey.” He says, breathless. It looks like she could cry from relief.

“Hey.” Bokuto parrots back.

The two of them hold a stare for a long minute, then break apart with twin blushes when Akaashi remembers he needs to get a jacket.

Hajime looks at her. She looks giddy.

Maybe this can work.

Akaashi comes back and they talk quietly to each other, making sure they have everything. She grabs her keys, which Iwaizumi takes as a sign to start walking out.

“Will you let me know if you need anything?” he can make out Kenma asking her quietly.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Have a good night Kenma.”

He waits for her out in the hallway, letting Bokuto and Akaashi take the lead. She closes the door, acknowledges him with a huff, and stalks off.

“Is everything okay?”

The question leaves him before he can stop it. She freezes.

“Why the fuck would I ever tell you that?”

Okay. Not changing after all.

He grimaces, not wanting to get into it again. But it feels inevitable. “Once again, the only reason I agreed to do this was if we were going to be peaceful. You didn't forget that, did you?”

“Of course not. Being peaceful doesn't equate to you instigating in my personal life.”

He doesn’t understand why she takes everything as a brutal attack on her life. He thinks back to the conversation he had with Oikawa and wishes he was here. He would get the worst I told you so in history.

“I was just trying to make small talk.”

Her laugh is bitter. “That’s not small talk. Maybe start with the weather. My favorite color.”

“Okay. Fine. How’s the weather today?”

“Awful. Can we catch up?”

And she leaves without another word. He’s in for an even longer night than he thought.

Iwaizumi has always thought the lantern festival was stunning, no matter how cliché it may be. Trees illuminated with multicolored paper, bamboo lights lighting pathways, and jazz music filling the streets.

He never thought about coming here on a date, let alone a date with someone he truly hates. He prays she feels the same way and won’t ask him to do any of the couple-y stuff.

She couldn’t possibly be that evil, right?

As they all look around and find things to try, she starts to head off with Akaashi towards a food stall. He intercepts her.

“You better not ruin this.”

“I’m not going to ruin anything, Iwaizumi.” He hates it when she uses his name. Something about it makes his blood boil.

“I’ll play your little game. But when it starts to go horribly, which it will, you can’t yell at me when I go and intervene. I’m not letting Akaashi go home miserable because of you for a second time.”

“I thought it was well established the reason they both were miserable was because of you.”

“Nothing has ever been established between us. As a matter of fact, Akaashi told me that I was the only reason the night was even remotely enjoyable.”

Fuck. Bokuto had mentioned something similar to that too.

He couldn’t give up. His dignity was on the line. But he might have to concede. Just a bit.

“Are you sure he wasn’t just saying that to soothe your feelings?”

Well, it was a nice thought.

“No, Keiji’s not the lying type.”

“Mmm, well. Opposites attract.”

“And it takes one to know one. Should we keep going?”

“Are you guys coming?” Bokuto interrupts. He and Akaashi are both staring back pleadingly, silently begging them to say yes.

Upon seeing the worried expressions, she settles into a satisfied smirk and walks off.

“Right behind you.”

He tries several times to let Bokuto and Akaashi lead the way, but neither one of them makes the move to start it. It results in an awkward clump of people, taking up too much of the sidewalk.

Every time Iwaizumi tries to fall back, Bokuto joins him and they all shift as one. No progress is being made that way.

On the bright side, she is getting them to talk. Deep down, in the bottom of his soul, she might have had the tiniest bit of a point.

But he knows he’s right too, and if they don’t get comfortable being alone then they’ll never work. And he’ll be subjected to double dates with her for the rest of time.

He returns to his mission with a fervor.

Waiting until she falls out of the conversation, he gently grabs her wrist and pulls her back, letting Bokuto and Akaashi continue with the crowd.

“Ugh! Let go of me! You don’t want to get arrested for kidnapping, do you? I swear I’ll start screaming; don't test me Iwaizumi!”

He waits until they’ve slipped off into one of the side streets, and peers out to watch, fully ignoring her cries. He knows she’s full of shit anyways.

It takes them a minute, but Bokuto and Akaashi notice they’re missing and look around terrified.

Hajime takes out his phone, hoping this plan works. He’ll never live it down if it doesn't, he technically is kidnapping her. Just a bit.

Sending the text, he finally looks around to her. Steam is practically coming out of her ears.

“You have one second to explain what the fuck you think you’re doing or I will kick you so hard in the nuts your family line will end on sight.”

“You were right.”

Her face falls into complete shock, unable to keep her facade up.

“You were right, they needed some help. It was good that you helped them last time. I’m sorry.”

For the first time since Hajime has known her, she’s speechless. He’s a little shocked he’s doing this himself, but it had to be done.

“But, I’m also right. They have to be able to be alone together.”

“-I’m not saying it's your fault,” he stops her, reading her face clear as day.

“But if we’re there they aren't having their date. See what I mean?”

She stalls, clearly thrown off her game. This is a completely foreign experience for both of them and he feels as lost as she does.

There’s an air of hesitancy, suffocating the open street.

“Yeah, I guess so. Just-”

She sighs to herself, defense mechanisms shattered.

“-please don’t grab at me anymore. You scared the shit out of me.”

“I won’t. Sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

He scuffs his shoe, trying to think of something to say.

“Um. Do you want to get food?” She asks it first and he just nods, words escaping him.

Stepping back into the street, she beelines ahead of him, going towards the stall she saw earlier. He follows a bit behind, giving them both the space to process what just happened.

They came to an understanding. And it was civil. And he doesn’t know what to do with that.

As much as it was agitating, their bickering at least gave them something to do when subjected together. Was she going to want to get to know him now?

A chill goes down his spine at the thought. At least he still hates her. That won’t change.

She picks a stall with no line, goes up to the counter, and makes an order. Once she pays she steps to the side.

Two seconds pass before she speaks up. “Are you gonna go, or?”

She’s trying to return to normalcy. The delivery is a little strained and there’s a bit of pleading lost behind her eyes, as if willing him to take the bait.

“I’ll go when I feel like it.”

It’s easier this way.

They finish their meals while walking, giving some excuse not to talk. Following the flow of people, they wind up just outside a lantern maze, spread across the long field.

They both keep walking, moving upstream to avoid it.

Iwaizumi’s gaze drifts slightly, admiring the sight of the field as they go. It really is beautiful.

Just out of the corner of his eye, he spots some white peaked tips standing on the outskirts of the maze, companion nowhere in sight.

“Fuck.”

She glances up at him at the intrusion, then turns to follow his gaze.

“Oh. Fuck.”

She can’t spot Akaashi either, which does not bode well for any of them. Bokuto starts to race toward them once he sees them, but Iwaizumi shakes his head to stop. All her telepathic attempts are rubbing off on him.

Bokuto balks, eyes opening in a what should I do? kind of way.

Just wait, Iwaizumi eyes back.

And just a moment later, Akaashi finds Bokuto again and all four of them relax just a bit.

There’s a quiet chuckle, barely noticeable over the music surrounding them and the chatter of the festival goers.

“They act like middle schoolers. It’s kind of adorable.”

Of all the things she could say, Hajime never expected that. “What do you mean?”

“Asking for wingmen, doing the ‘my friend wanted me to tell you’ thing, the uncomfortable awkward pining. It’s charming.”

He almost laughs. “You don’t think the pining is absolutely embarrassing? I feel like crawling out of my skin every time it happens.”

She smiles that private smile again, looking down at the pair longingly.

“No, not really. I mean sometimes it gets rough, but most of the time I like it. It must be nice to like someone that much where you’re that nervous to be with them.”

He hadn’t thought about it like that.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

She peers up at him, an unidentifiable mix of emotions painting her eyes.

“Why do you keep agreeing with me?”

He shrugs. “Am I not allowed to do that?”

“When did I say that? All I’m saying is you’re acting weird and it's freaking me out.”

And she's back. It feels like he can breathe a bit easier, now that she no longer has him in this chokehold. He wonders if she feels the same.

“Oh, I should’ve known being polite is weird for you. That’s on me.”

That irritating groan. “Of course, you can’t let things be normal for one minute. You’re so fucking annoying.”

“You are literally the one who started it.”

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were.”

And they walk off towards the river, steps in sync, arguing the whole way down.

They finish the trail outlined by the lanterns, coming across the main event. There’s a low bridge across the river where people can bend down and send their lanterns off with wishes for good fortune.

Hajime doesn’t feel like participating. He doesn’t know what he’d wish for.

She goes off to find a lantern for herself.

He watches as she talks to the guy behind the stall, pays for her small lantern, writes a quick note down, and goes to send it.

He watches as she bends down near a less crowded part of the river. She takes a moment, making her wish, and pushes the lantern off gently. It slides easily into the mix with the others, and Hajime can’t spot which one is hers anymore.

He thinks about making a wish anyway, going down to join her. But he decides against it, staying rooted to the spot, hands shoved in pockets, the picture of nonchalance. They’ve managed to have a… tolerable night, there’s no point in ruining it now.

She finds her way back to him, her face the slightest bit warmed. Or maybe it’s the lights.

Probably that.

“Have you seen the others?” She asks.

He nods, gesturing over her shoulder with his chin. Akaashi and Bokuto are standing on the bridge, shoulders brushing as they watch the lights flow down. Bokuto is holding one of the larger lanterns in his hands, waiting for their turn.

A quiet gasp passes her lips, then a chuckle. “God, this is so corny. Like it’s straight out of a movie or something.”

He laughs. What?

The pure delight on her face is ridiculous. “No way. Did I just make the most miserable man alive laugh? I deserve an award.”

“Please shut up.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.” None of their words have much bite to them.

The two of them stand back and watch as Akaashi and Bokuto scribble something on their slips of paper, slide them into the lantern, and release it together.

“I’ll take that apology anytime, you know.”

The classic scoff. “Can you seriously not let us enjoy one nice moment together?”

He catches it at the same time she does. Neither one of them acknowledges it.

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tojisun · 1 year ago

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Toxic biker Simon could text “u up” at like 2 am on a Sunday and I’d be like yes SIR 🫡 your works are amazing 🥰🥰

MY GOODNESS HWKDJEJ THIS GOT ME HOWLINGGG but no yea im actually so pumped at seeing yalls reaction to toxic biker!simon drabble!! like this is making me immensely giddy and a lil worried but also thats hypocritical of me bc i too would so do this :’>

and thank you sooo much omg <333!!!

i rambled and this is kinda dark so tw!!

totally didnt mean to spiral but toxic biker simon def guilt trips you into leaving any function for him ://

you’re out with your girlfriends? simon messages you that he’s outside of your dorms right now because he misses you, and that it’d be amazing if you can invite him up. you message back saying you’re not even there then he goes, “that’s fine, i’ll wait.” and of fucking course you don’t wanna make anyone wait outside at ten in the fucking evening, especially when the weather is tipping into negatives, so you begrudgingly say goodbyes to your friends and trudge back to your dorms. simon greets you with a nod, his greedy hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and you try to be annoyed at him but you both know that you can’t wait to touch him. well, your travel back home ends up running longer than simon’s visit—he came by for a ‘quickie,’ him rutting his cock along your pussy literally just by your dorm room door. then he comes in your panties, kisses you breathless, then he’s off. you are still panting and debauched when simon snatches his helmet and walks out of your room, leaving you heaving as you press yourself onto the wall, trying not to sob.

or imagine when you’re with your parents? simon’s invited because of fucking course he is. your dad adores the man, talking about how simon and him are like brothers—which, gross. and simon, for once, doesn’t bring a date and that’s only because he’s turned to teasing you as the dinner goes on. he’s sitting beside you at the dinner table, just in front of your parents, pretending to listen to whatever they’re talking about as though his warm palm isn’t sliding along your thigh, teasing higher and higher until his fingers toy with the hems of your skirt. when simon does slip his hand underneath your skirt to cup your damp pussy, you jolt, your utensils slipping from your hands and clattering onto the table. your mother frowns in worry but you tell her that you’re just jumpy tonight because of your looming deadlines and simon, the fucking culprit, just laughs and goes, “well aren’t you such a studious girl?” and he smiles down at you like he is oh-so fucking proud, all the while his hand teases your clit and slit once more before pulling his hand away as though he’s done nothing. later, when dinner is over and simon had returned to ignoring you, you try to drag him towards the guest washroom just to finish what he started but simon just pinches his lips, shakes you off of him, and then bids you all a good night before leaving. you stand by the door, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists in your heartbreak, listening to the rev of his bike in the garage until it fades into nothing—a sign that he’s truly left.

or think about when you finally get a date? someone who’s close to your age and who you see everyday—a classmate or a coworker perhaps—and who adores you the way you should be. all of a sudden, simon’s back in your life. all of sudden he’s affectionate, he’s loving, he’s gentle. all of a sudden he’s promising you things and buying you gifts and offering to drive you on his bike.

(…and god you are so weak so you turn down your classmate or coworker for simon.)

CHUCKS THIS WORD VOMIT TO YALL N RUNS AWAY

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dark-night-hero · 2 years ago

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Imagine when Michael Kaiser realizes things a little far too late.

Imagine Kaiser wondering when did you started to be so cold? The thing is, you treated him the same as every, it something felt so wrong, so odd. When did you started looking at him like that? "Meine liebe? What's wrong?" He asked as he embrace you from behind and loooking up from the book on your hand, "Nothing." You smile at him, a smile that send shiver down his spine.

Imagine everything was the same as it was before, but he felt like something within you has changed, precisely the way you looks at him was far for different than before. It was so cold and a little hard to read. But you still lean on his touches, still return his smiles, you still kiss him on the lips whenever he would go out and come back from practice. Is he just over thinking?

Imagine it was one of those nights were he would take you to a five star restaurant for a meal, nothing special. He just wanted to take you, seeing you all beautiful and dressed up was enough for him. And yet on the entire meal you never said a word, he was unsure if it was just the fact that you were just preoccupied with the meal or maybe something else. He just hoped that its the former.

"Meine liebe." Looking up from your meal, Kaiser wipe off the sauce off the side of your lips with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth to get a taste of it. Upon seeing him act shamelessly, you felt blood creeping up your face. "Kaiser!" "What?" He chuckle. Everything felt so right.

Imagine, as the two of you ace each other on your bed. As you traces his tattoo all the way from the back of his hand up to his neck, he felt a shiver down his spine as he pulled you close to him, breathing your scent. "Kaiser?" He could only humm in return as his embraces tighten. "Do you have something you want to say to me?" Thinking about it for a moment, he chuckles, not noticing the way you stiffen. But then he slight pull away from you to give you a kiss on the lips. "Ich liebe dich."

Imagine, the truth is Kaiser loves you very much. Like really, he loves you so much. A far little than he could imagine. He when he walked inside the house, the one the two of you have been living together for half a year now and saw you looking so coldly like that. He stiffen. He don't know what he did wrong, nevertheless he must apologise. But does he really doesn't know?

"Meine liebe? What's wrong?" He asked as he hold you by the shoulder when you brush off his usual kiss of a greeting. "It's been half a year." You said and he nod, you must be talking about your relationship right? "So how was it?" "Huh?" "How does it feel to play with my heart?" "Huh?" He almost sounded as a broken record as he kept saying the same thing. He was confused, what are you talking about all of a su- ah.

"What did my brother every do to you to do me like this?" You glare at him. "And even if he does im fact did you something. Does I have anything to do with it?" "Wai-" "No! You wait! I waited two months Kaiser! Two fucking months for things to come out of your damn own fucking mouth and yet I hear nothing!" His heart was painfully beating on his chest as he sees tears started rolling down your cheeks quickly wiped away by you. "So I guess it's true, this. This fuckig relationship means nothing but a damn fucking bet to you?" You looked to hurt, betrayed when you said that.

Imagine the way his mouth open and close. As much as he doesn't want to say it wasn't a bet, that he truly loves you the, that it was love at first sight the moment you walked into the field that day to talk to your damn brother. He doesn't want to sound hypocrite, because he did in fact made a bet with Ness, but it was just a damn excuse on his part so that he could be close to you.

"Scheiße" You curse and once again he flinch. "I should have listened to Noa when he said you were a damn bastard." You spoke brushing off the ever ending tears on your face. "Are you satisfied now? If you are then leave. The half year mark you made with Ness is over, you can leave." When you see him unmoving you push yourself off the counter and shove him hard on the shoulder. "I said leave! I don't want to see your face!" It hurts seeing his face like he was hurting too, like he actually love you. And you know he does, but the trust has already been broken.

Imagine the way he pull you into embrace, letting you hit him if it means venting out the pain you were feeling right now cause by none other than him. "Let go." You said and he shakes his head. "Michael Kaiser, let go." Once again he shake his head and pull you tighter on his chest. "Don't make me repeat myself Michael Kaiser before I regret loving you." "Ju-" He clear his throat as his voice cracked. "Just a minute." Then there was nothing but silence.

Imagine, if someone were to see Kaiser getting kicked out of his own penthouse, others would think it was hilarious. But the truth is that you don't have anywhere to go, Noa doesn't approve of your relationship so you have nowhere to go. And as soon as the door shut behind him, he just stood there before sitting down, leaning against the door and on the other side, he could hear the sound of your cries.

"I mean it when I said I love you, you know? Meine liebe." And as if hearing that he said, only cries can ne heard on the other side. Kaiser was the type of person who would admit his own mistakes, at least to the person he cherishes the most. So he would wait, just like how you waited for the chances he didn't take. He would until you were ready to forgive him. If you could forgive and trust him again, he would.

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yrthr · 1 year ago

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☾ CATCHING YOU TALKING TO YOUR CAT

ot9 masterlist / zb1 masterlist

➛ genre / trope ; comedy , platonic / romantic ? ➛ warnings ; cursing 🎧 — back from the random break and yeah ik im ignorint lovestruck rn but i just need ideas saur.. anyways seeing ateez in september 😜 inspired by this happening to me yesterday..

☆ ➛ k.jiwoong

— “ i love you so much my baby- “

— he opened the door and saw you sitting on the couch squeezing your cat halfway to heaven , speaking to it in that baby voice.

— will probably ignore you and let you do your thing then join you on the couch.

— sort of judgemental but not rlly , depending on his mood.

— “ what ARE you doing ? “

— “ giving my child love wdym. “

— “ okay.. anyways. “

☆ ➛ s.hanbin

— the least judgemental , probably.

— he heard the cat meowing loudly in the kitchen and thought it needed food so he walked in just to see you meowing back at it.. ?

— will keep quiet then take a video plus a couple of pictures for his own amusement and maybe blackmail.

— he’d accidentally let out a laugh , busted.

— “ oh shit how long have you been standing there ? “

— “ long enough to take these. “

— the most humiliating moment of your life when he showed you those videos.

— a hypocrite because you caught him talking to the cat when he cooked it food , just in a language that humans understood.

☆ ➛ zhanghao

— depends on his mood , maybe he wouldn’t meow at it but like speak to it.

— he also has that motherly side to him so he’d probably cook for the cat at least twice a week whenever he has the time.

— then he’d neatly plate the food and then feed it to the cat.

— “ do you like it ? is it good ? okay good. “

— “ omg zhanghao are you talking to the cat ? “

— “ uh.. yeah. “

— both of you would bend down next to it while its eating and just talk either to each other or the cat.

☆ ➛ s.matthew

— 100% judgemental.

— as soon as he sees you babying or meowing at the cat he’s giving THAT stare.

— “ what are you doing ? “

— “ talking ? “

— “ to the cat ? “

— “ yeah why. “

— he’d get used to it after a while but will still judge on the occasion.

— caught himself talking to it one day subconsciously but thats a secret he’d take to his grave.

☆ ➛ k.taerae

— nahh he talks to it too.

— he likes to sing a lot at home and play his guitar so whenever you sit to listen to him the cat will always be around either on your lap or somewhere nearby.

— he probably coos / baby talks to it a lot.

— he also spoils the cat.

— the type to have a full blown conversation with it , like he’ll say something to himself but if the cat meows he’ll just end up speaking to it and waiting for it to meow back as a response.

— “ should i eat something ? “

— “ …meow. “

— “ i should right , okay what do i cook ? “

— “ meoowwww “

— “ good idea. “

☆ ➛ ricky

— he wouldn’t really care.

— i don’t think he’d talk to it or meow at it but maybe shoot it like a little “ hi “ or “ bye “.

— so yeah he doesn’t really care if you speak to it or meow at it.

— but will tease you for it.

— “ hey did you see the cat ? “

— “ didn’t you speak to it just now. “

— “ bitch ? “

— he doesn’t want you to stop though sometimes he eavesdrops on the conversation you have with the cat.

☆ ➛k.gyuvin

— the. hypocrite.

— would give you that judgemental face 100%.

— “ you’re talking to the cat when theres a human here. “

— “ and ? “

— but when you’re gone he’d talk to it too.

— “ i know right we should kick y/n out , but then i don’t have anyone to split the bills with. “

— “ excuse me ? “

— “ the cat said that not me. “

— would deny with his whole life that he spoke to it even if you caught him but will eventually give up.

— “ yeah i had a heartfelt conversation with it. you stole my idea i spoke to it first. “

— “ the fuck ? “

☆ ➛ p.gunwook

— another one that also speaks to the cat.

— it follows him a lot because he gives it so many treats even though you told him not to.

— i imagine the cat just plopping itself on his desk when he’s doing work and he’d use one hand to pet it and the other to write.

— definitely meows at it more than speaking.

— if the cat meows randomly when its sitting at his feet he’ll meow back and it’ll keep going until he gives in and gives it treats. [ he already knows what the cat wants in the first place but yk. ]

— you come back home wondering why theres two cats in your house.

— “ is there another- was that you ? why does your meows sound so real.. “

— “ practice. “

— “ how do you practice meowing…. yk what never mind. “

☆ ➛ h.yujin

— wouldn’t care but would be more curious.

— sees you talking to the cat and actually wonders if you can understand it because of your bond or whatever.

— “ do you know what its saying ? “

— “ uh no.. ? but sort of. “

— would join you in talking to it or just observe and try to figure out what the cat meows mean.

— catches himself subconsciously talking to the cat now and he can’t stop.

🎧— also… in my miguel o’hara phase rn 🙏🙏 ©️ yrthr 2023

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mydearesthrry · 7 months ago

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i loveddd the musician reader blurb 🥹🥹 would loveee to see more

a/n: I LOVED WRITING IT THANK U FOR THIS ANON. enjoy my babies <3 i have an fc for musician!yn x har and its gonna be gracie abrams :p

warnings: nonesies, fluff!!

—

“hey, h?” Y/N called from her spot on the sofa, her laptop on her lap as she scrolled through the files for her next project, entitled five seconds flat.

“yeah, baby?” he shouted back, his footsteps soon following his words as he walked through their house, sitting next to Y/N when he arrived. “whats wrong?”

“um, to be honest, i- i don’t even really know. i just think something’s missing from here,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “like, i love it so far, but it’s missing something. i think it’s missing it’s ‘overarching love’ song. which is really stupid because this album has so many love songs.”

“not really.” he replied simply, shrugging and looking at her.

“what do you mean? there’s tons!”

“really? like what? go through the tracklist, baby.”

she rolled her eyes, mumbling a ‘fine!’, before pulling up the tracklist. “see! um, all my ghosts, what a shame? kinda?”

“exactly.” he stated, giggling at his wife.

“you’re so annoying. can you help me? please?”

he scoffs playfully, “as if i didn’t produce nearly the entire thing f’you, but sure.”

“okay, so i’m thinking of a poem that i wrote a long time ago called lame, and i wanna work on that. it was right before i told you i loved you.”

after cracking open y/n’s journal and flipping through the pages, they had finally had a song.

“fucking finally, holy shit!” she shouted, clapping as she collapsed on harry who laid sprawled on the couch.

“y’still gotta record it, m’precious wife,” he giggled. “and find a feature. since we decided that’s what we’re doing, f’some reason.”

“fuck my life,” she groaned, twisting in her spot to attach her cheek to his chest, hair fanning out around her and nearly tickling his nose. “why can’t you do it with me?”

“no.”

“harry,”

“no.”

“harry!”

“no, dude!”

“harry,” his wife stressed, holding the ‘y’. “pretty please? i’ll do that thing you like with my mouth?” she offered, knowing he wouldn’t refuse that.

“oh my god, fine! but this is the first and last collab im doing!” he grumbled exasperatedly.

“thank you, oh my god!” she squealed, running over to him and jumping, legs wrapping around his legs and her arms crossing around his neck.

“whatever. better hold up your end of the bargain.” he rolled his eyes, his hypocritical hands coming down to rest on her waist.

she grinned, jumping down from him and placing her hands on his chest. blinking up at him owlishly, she ran her hands down his torso and murmured, “i plan to, handsome. i’ll even start right now.”

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jesuistrestriste · 1 year ago

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sage I have art donaldson ideas and ik it's 3 am but HEAR ME OUT.....

he wins for the first time in like forever and reader let's him o whatever he wants and hes like dominant but not in a bitchy way he just took control and it's making me 🥴🥴

bri omfg u have me thinking thoughts rn. . .

this type of dom!art is what i'm trying to incorporate into pt. 2 of you're such a loser, but i'm making this a separate drabble bc im thinking abt this concept too hard now

the way that i'm writing this instead of finishing pt. 2 of YSAL is crazy

content warnings: soft dom!art donaldson, switch(sub)!reader, praise, gentle throat fucking, kinda fluffy.

word count - 2k

---- ✩ nsfw below, 18+ ✩ ---

The large crowd in the stands behind you burst up from their seats and roar with praise and cheers as Art successfully wins the volley against his opponent, resulting in the winning score of 7-5 for him. You can't help but jump up from your seat too, clapping your hands together and shouting things like "YES!" and "there we go!"

Weirdly, you felt like crying on behalf of your player. This had actually been his first win in over several months. He had hit a real slump about a year ago, and beat himself up for it, which only worked to decrease his overall morale and result in more losses down the line. You never actually told him this, but you were genuinely worried that his career might be over.. that he might never win again. But here the two of you were: many long mornings, afternoons, and nights of training and practice later, and he had fucking won.

A huge grin was splayed across his pink, sweaty cheeks as the score was announced and he went to shake his opponent's hand. The other player put on a brave face, shaking Art's hand, but as soon as your husband's back was turned, the player's face dropped into a display of resentment and anger. You scoffed at this, feeling a sense of pride in your partner and smugness at his win. This might have been a slightly hypocritical reaction on your part, though, as Art had been the resentful loser one too many times in the past year. You shrug the feeling of cognitive dissonance off. Who cared? He had his mojo back now.

Art jogs off of the court and makes a b-line right for your open arms, which he joyfully runs into before lifting you off of the ground and spinning you a bit. Once your feet are back on earth, you pull away to look into his eyes, and they are positively beaming with happiness and confidence. It was like looking at a whole new man! You brushed some wet pieces of hair from the middle of his forehead back into place, and then cupped his cheek. He smiled into your touch, and then pulled you back into his chest.

"You did such a good job, pretty boy. I'm so damn proud of you," you spoke quietly in his ear as he held you. He squeezed you tighter, letting you know how much he appreciated your praise.

"Thank you," he whispers.

You pull back and take one of his hands in two of yours.

"Let's get back to the hotel, yeah?" you smiled, and he nodded tiredly with a grin before using the back of his free hand to wipe beading sweat from his temples.

The taxi drops the two of you off outside of the huge hotel, and you both exit the vehicle after you pay the fare with your credit card. Art takes your hand in his with a renewed sense of self-assuredness, and you smile at him as you both walk into the building and take the elevator up to the twelfth floor.

Upon arrival, you pull the key card from your pocket and hold it gently over the red light above the door handle. A brief beeping noise is emitted and then the light is green. You turn the door handle and step inside, Art so close behind you that you can actually feel his body grazing the back of yours, and the door shuts quickly after. As you begin to pivot your body and congratulate him once more, he's suddenly all over you before you can even speak--

He's grabbing hungrily at the fabric of your dress, hiking it up and gripping your soft thighs, as he leans in to bite and suck at your neck. You can actually feel his canines nearly puncturing your skin as he places one of his palms at the nape of your neck so that you can't pull away from him.

"mm-! fuck!" you moan softly, using one of your hands to grab a handful of his hair while the other wraps around his upper back. He groans as you press your body against his, almost grinding into him.

"wh-what.. what are you doing?" you breathe out, swallowing thickly as he continues to leave bruises and bite marks on your flesh that are wonderfully sore and stinging.

He licks at your neck before responding, "I'm just so proud of us, and I want you to understand how proud I am."

The warmth of his breath kind of tickles and gives you goosebumps as you reach for one of his hands and bring it down to your panties.

"You can do whatever you want, love. You've earned it," you whisper into his ear, and then he's hooking his middle finger onto the inside of your underwear and pulling them down to your upper thighs in one smooth motion.

"I know I have, now jus' let me play with you a little,"

He rubs circles into your clit with his thumb, while his other fingers slide through your slick folds.

"You like this? Me having complete control over you?" he coos.

You nod, whining as you lift your leg to wrap it around the back of his legs and give him more access to your parts. He plays with your needy pussy for a couple of minutes more before you can feel his clothed erection pressing against your leg. He pauses his finger's movements, and breathes heavily against your shoulder.

"Kneel."

A beat of silence. There is no noise, except for the faint echo of your heavy breathing. You buck your hips against his hand.

"Wha-?" you mumble, still riding the high of your previously fast-approaching orgasm.

"You heard what I said, babe. On your knees for me," he saids gruffly, before pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

Without hesitation, you drop down to the floor, kneeling in front of him and making direct eye contact with the tent in the front of his white athletic shorts. He runs a hand though your hair, peering down at you with admiration as you begin to reach down and rub at your own clit. Art smiles at your desperation, and then he's pulling down his shorts and boxers until they're almost to his knees.

He holds his stiff cock out and gives it a couple stokes, which makes him toss his head back in pleasure, before he wiggles it slightly in front of your nose. He bends down and forward to give you a sloppy, warm kiss on the lips before he's back to standing upright. Two of his fingers from his free hand tap the underside of your chin.

"Open up, baby. I wanna put it in your mouth so bad.."

You oblige, opening your mouth up wide and letting your tongue loll out and rest against your bottom lip. Your brows turn up in arousal as you continue to get yourself off with your fingers, staring up at your pretty husband. This whole situation was so incredibly hot, given Art's lifelong streak of submission. He rarely took the reigns, but you guessed that today's win must have flipped a switch that had previously been off and lying dormant within him.

He takes a step closer to you and places his leaking tip onto your tongue, which you promptly wrap your lips around and engulf in the wet heat of your mouth.

An involuntary whimper tumbles from his lips at the feeling, but he tries to stifle it by pressing his lips tightly together. He grabs a fistful of your hair, and shallowly bucks his hips into your mouth. Your tongue swirls incessantly around the limited portion of his cock that he's gifted you, and you make sure to swallow whatever drips out.

"Okay, honey, listen to me," he groans, hips still twitching, "I'm going to fuck your throat now, but I promise I'll be careful. You can tap my leg twice if you want to stop. Nod if you understand me."

You nod, his erection still filling your mouth, and you look up at him with pleading eyes. You want this just as much as he does.

"Good girl," he says softly, praising your obedience.

He slowly pushes his hips closer to your lips, successfully stuffing his length down your throat. It takes a second for you to get adjusted to the slightly unpleasant feeling, and you choke a little around him. He studies your face as he continues to stuff your mouth full, making sure that you don't look too uncomfortable or uneasy.

"There you go, baby.. taking me so well, oh ffffu-uck-"

His hips are now pressed flush to your lips, and your eyes well up with tears as you feel the stretch of your throat. You feel a bit of drool drip down your chin and land on your leg below.

Art delicately grabs your head with both of his hands now, brushing some of your hair behind your ear, and then he starts to thrust needily into your mouth. At first, it's small jerks of his hips, but these jerks soon turn into full-on pumps of heady cock in and out of your throat. Your head feels fuzzy at the sensation of this, plus your approaching orgasm and the lack of direct access to oxygen.

"mm-mm-mm-mf-!" you whine high in your chest as he fucks your mouth mercilessly, lost in his own storm of arousal and desperation. Your other hand moves to grip his leg and steady your body from rocking back and forth. You wanted to be a good toy for him right now. After all, he had worked so hard today.

He moves one of his hands to cup your lower jaw and uses his dominant one to grab your hair and hold it back from your face in a make-shift ponytail. All the while, he's still pumping your throat full of his dick, as he lets out low groans and muffled whimpers.

Your body starts to tremble and you squeeze your eyes shut as your fingers rubbing your sensitive nub bring you closer and closer to the edge. Art immediately takes notice, and you can feel the way his length twitches and jumps with interest as it pummels your mouth.

"Are you close..? I'm getting close.. I'm so close.." he moans out loudly, gripping your hair with ferocity.

You release a drawn-out whimper, alerting him that you were ready to cum any second, and he looks down at you with unadulterated delight.

"So pretty when you're cumming, babe, let me see you cum while you're sucking me down,"

At the processing of his words, your eyes quickly glaze over as you start to squirt all over your hand and the floor beneath you. Your body shakes with the waves of your orgasm as you cum, yet you still make sure that you're lavishing his erection with adequate attention.

He moans as he watches your hips arch in the aftershocks of your release, and then his hips are stilling as his balls draw up-

"Oh FUCK, oh fuck me, I'm cumming I'm nnnghh-!"

You feel a warm and rapid flow of liquid down your throat that follows the sound of his cries of ecstasy, and you instinctively swallow it all. Every single drop, and this effectively works to milk his cock dry as he continues to spill into your mouth and whimper with each throb and pulsation of his orgasm.

After he rides out the last bit of his high, Art attempts to catch his breath as he slowly pulls himself out of your mouth. You cough and splutter a bit, having gotten used to the full-feeling, and then swallow a few times to soothe your used throat.

"Where did that.. where did that come from?" you gasp out, also trying to regain the steadiness of your breathing.

He laughs softly with raised brows, before blowing out a harsh breath of air through puckered lips. His brows knit together in genuine surprise and contemplation.

"I honestly have no idea, but I kinda liked it."

You smile up at him, wiping at your spit-covered chin.

"Me too.. maybe this will be a new incentive for you to win," you tease.

"If that's how it's gonna be, I'll win every match from now on," he smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You're on."

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im thinking so many thoughts.

ps. sorry if there's any errors, i wrote this at 3 am :,)

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torasplanet · 11 months ago

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❝𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔𝘿𝘼𝘿.ᐟ❞

BABYDAD!DABI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; dabi doesn't believe your son is his so he make sures the next one is.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, toxic babydad!dabi, reader is kinda toxic too, cheating (both sides), exes with benefits, implied relations between hawks and reader, dabi fucking ur sister, unprotected, degradation, choking, floor sex, no quirk au, arguing, deadbeat!dabi, p in v, fingering, brief mention of todoroki family, hawks being a fake ass homie, breeding, mentions of pregnancy obvi, im ready to be a single mother core, mean!dabi, skin color not mentioned

“It’s not fucking babysitting, it’s called being a father you piece of shit.” You said harshly glaring down at Dabi who sat on his peeling leather couch man-spreading just staring up at you without a care in his piercing blue eyes.

You were standing in front of him yelling at him for not wanting to watch your son, Kaede, and calling it a bother and all he was doing was looking at how good your ass looked in those pajama pants of yours.

Dabi being a deadbeat wasn’t surprising to anyone but you and the only reason that was surprising was that when you were pregnant, he was ecstatic to have a son, his own little mini him. He was practically begging you to be able to name the baby the moment he found out you two were having a kid and when Kaede was born, you barely got to hold him afterward because Dabi didn’t want to let go.

A complete 360 from how he was now two years later. Not wanting to watch the little boy who was a direct copy of him, he’d talk to him and call but watching? Hell no. And don’t you dare even ask him to buy Kaede something other than some McDonalds or a pair of shoes every two months because he’ll just laugh right in your face “I thought you said I wasn’t the father though?” The white-haired male asked with a smirk on his face as he brought his hands to his lap and leaned forward getting closer to you who seemed shocked by his statement.

You didn’t even know he remembered that shit. It was just something you said during an argument which of course led to another argument and that was a while ago when you two were together, nine months ago. You didn’t expect him to actually take that shit seriously especially when Kaede looked just like him, the only difference was his hair wasn’t white and instead it was black. Plus whenever you and him argued, you both lied constantly just to piss the other one off.

“He looks just like you, are you stupid!?” You shouted at him earning a groan from his lips as he rolled his head in a circle cracking his bones and stretching his muscles already tired from your yelling “Are you?” He replied tiredly as he raised an eyebrow at you with his smile wiped clean from his face.

You didn’t respond and kept quiet just staring at him wondering what he was trying to say “You’re a fucking slut and everyone knows it so if you expect me to believe that shit, you must be.” Dabi said with a groan as he stood up from his place on the couch now towering over you. The turquoise color of his eyes was still focused on your face as they narrowed angrily.

Dabi slowly walked closer to you making you take a step back with every step he took forward until your back was pressed against a wall and he was standing extremely close to you continuously staring at you “Don’t call me that you fucking manwhore.” You spat glaring at him not letting him think that he was going to win this argument. He had no right to call you a slut.

He was a manwhore and since the day you two broke up, he’s had a new bitch on his arm practically every week, and don’t even get me started on all the freaky shit he recommended you two try during sex like threesomes and shit. Dabi would call you a slut for enjoying threesomes that he insisted upon. A fucking hypocrite.

His head tilted sideways slightly as his gaze relaxed “Why? That’s what you are, aren’t you?” Dabi wasn’t even bothered by you calling him a manwhore, he’s been called worse by you many times before “That’s why Kaede's always at my mom's right? Because you’re too busy getting gangbanged on camera moaning like a slut?” He continued practically spitting in your face as he got closer to you looking at you like you were nothing but scum on the bottom of his boot.

That was oddly specific of him. I mean you weren’t getting gangbanged or anything like that but Jesus, he was kinda right. Sometimes you’d let Rei or any of his siblings look after Kaede when they wanted to and take the free time to go clubbing with your friends and maybe bring some guy back to your place. In fact, that’s where Kaede was right now.

Shoto and Rei were looking after him today and you decided that you were done with basically being a single mom with only the help of his family and were going to confront Dabi despite all your previous attempts always ending in a shouting match until you left or he kissed you. “No, I’m not.” You stood your ground as you continued to gaze up at him cruelly.

“He’s yours. Who the fuck else’s would he be?” Dabi kept staring at you but his expression contorted into one of amusement and a grin formed on his face. His hand crawled up your body before resting around your throat wrapping his fingers around your neck, he wasn’t squeezing, not yet. They were just resting there but you already knew where this was heading.

Dabi let out a couple of laughs as he blinked finally “I don’t know you tell me. Maybe Tomura’s, maybe Natsuo’s or maybe fucking hawks’.” He stated with his voice darkening with the mention of his best friend and your heart dropped.

Keigo wasn’t the father of Kaede but the way Dabi said his name scared you and when he started squeezing your neck, that made you even more scared “The fuck are you talking about?” You asked with your hand going to his wrist to gain at least some control of the situation but you really weren’t. Nothing was going to give you the control you previously had.

Play dumb. It was a plan that was not full-proof whatsoever and would most likely make Dabi more mad than he was but it was the only thing you could do. You weren’t admitting to him that you knew what he was talking about. You’d never admit anything to this piece of shit. Even if it was 100% your fault that this was happening.

Maybe if you never yelled at him during an argument telling him that you fucked Keigo then he wouldn’t think that the bird boy was actually the father of Kaede but you couldn’t tell if Dabi actually believed that or not. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t but if he didn’t then he was just saying it to mess with you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t fuck him, I know you did,” Dabi said as he kept smiling at you with malicious intent behind it. It was so fucking hot. His smile was always the one thing you adored about Dabi from the start of the relationship and even at the end. Your thighs then began to rub against each other searching for some sort of friction as you felt your panties dampen at the sight of him.

Despite your filthy actions below that he hadn’t noticed yet, you kept your poker face and looked at him like he was crazy “I was fucking lying. To piss you off and clearly it worked.” An identical smile grew on your lips after your words when you saw Dabi’s expression falter under your statement but it dropped when his smile only widened and turned into an open-mouthed one.

“That’s not what he said…It’s not what I heard either.” What the fuck was he talking about? Heard what? You never knew he ever listened to a thing you told him in the first place so what was so important that he actually listened for once “I heard you moaning his name like a damn prostitute. ‘Ugh, Kei! More, more more!’.” You grew embarrassed as he mocked your moans right to your face clearly not giving a shit about your feelings or anything else of that matter relating to how you felt.

You weren’t just embarrassed either. You were fucking horrified because you knew exactly what he was talking about too.

You did fuck Keigo. It was a while ago, after your son was born but you still did it and during that action, he pulled out his phone and started to record. You made him promise he wouldn’t send that shit to anyone especially not Dabi and he didn’t because Dabi never said anything about it when you two were together, when you two broke up or after but now he was…Did Keigo show him? Fuck he must have.

Guess he thought that now you weren’t with Dabi anymore and that he was free to send whatever videos he took of you and him together. You still didn’t feel bad now that Dabi knew you were telling the truth though. He’s cheated on you before too so it was only fair you get back at him for that.

Dabi laughed at your horrified expression and wide eyes “Yeah you know what I’m talking about, don’t you? I know you remember that video.” He said with his hold on your neck tightening nearly cutting off your air supply and yet you were still rubbing your thighs looking for any sense of friction or pleasure you could get. Dabi catching you red-handed and laughing in your face about it only made you more soaked. You were a slut, you’d admit that but only for him.

“You’re crazy. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered. Continuing your ‘play dumb’ plan was still not a good idea, it might’ve been an even worse idea now that you knew what he knew but it’d piss him off. To a great extent because you knew he hated when you played dumb about shit you clearly knew. It made him have to explain that shit either as if he was explaining it to a baby or fuck you until you quit your stupid act.

He pressed you against the wall even harsher as his glare toward you returned obviously pissed off “Guess you need a little refresher huh?” Dabi reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone with his hand still on your neck. You really have gotten yourself in some shit huh?

Was he gonna call Keigo and ask? Was he going to pull up the messages? Maybe he was going to pull up the video.

When he pressed on his cracked screen and shoved it in your face, you knew that’s what he was doing. The audio from the video soon filled the silence as you watched the video from Keigo’s perspective of him giving you backshots, your back arching like crazy, and his lightly tanned hand on the back of your head with a tight hold on your hair. It wasn’t the video you were expecting him to shove in your face, fuck you didn’t even know Keigo took a video of that night.

“Kei! Fuck…please.” You grew embarrassed at your pathetic moans coming from the phone and turned your head away from the screen but the hand that was tight around your neck flew to your jaw and forced you to look back at the phone “Don’t you fucking look away.” Dabi said harshly almost making you flinch but you obeyed and stared at the screen as he asked.

Now you knew that he actually thought that Keigo was the father of your son and you couldn’t even defend yourself against it. You knew that video was before Keigo was born and obviously, before he was conceived because of the clean skin on your back. You have a small tattoo in the middle of your back with dark ink spelling out ‘Touya’ with a flame next to it and Dabi had a matching one on his wrist with your name but you two didn’t get them until after Kaede was born and in this video, you didn’t have it.

“You like that baby?” “Yes, yes! Gimme more please…!” The audio was the only noise in the silent room and it made you uncomfortable. You could feel Dabi’s gaze on you as yours was on his phone “You fucking remember now?” The blue-eyed male said coldly turning off the phone and cutting the video off, it relieved you.

You knew Dabi knew that you and Keigo have fucked before, many times actually after you two broke up and before but he was showing you a video of you fucking Keigo probably maybe five months before you fucked Dabi which led to your son and there was nothing you could say that would make him believe you about that not being the night that led to Kaede. He wouldn’t believe that this video was taken the last night you and Keigo fucked while you two were together and the time after that was when you two broke up.

Hell, he could look at Kaede and basically see himself as if he was looking into a mirror and still wouldn’t believe a word you said “I’m talking to you.” Dabi said making your eyes finally meet his. All that confidence you had just a second ago was thrown out the window now that you were being glared at him while you continued to rub your thighs together looking for friction, it made you feel pathetic and yet you were still doing it.

“It was the last time and that was months before I found out about Kaede.” You muttered quickly and apologetically, you didn’t know him a damn thing. He fucked your sister so why the hell were you apologizing for doing the same damn thing he did to you just because he thinks that was why you got pregnant.

Dabi didn’t even smile as he looked down at you and just stared down “Oh really? Was it the last time because you were scared I’d find out he was the daddy?” He asked his grip on your jaw getting tighter with his short nails digging into your skin making you wince.

“No! He’s not, I swear.” You pleaded cursing yourself for getting more turned on by the tone he was using with you and how he was pressing against your body; you couldn’t back away (not like you wanted to) because of the wall behind you “You swear? I’d believe that if you weren’t such a lying slut!” Dabi yelled at you his glare harshening as his face got closer to yours as if he was going to kiss you, he’s doing that shit on purpose.

Dabi likes to act like he’s going to kiss you then pull away at the last second and laugh in your face about it, he’d do it in the middle of arguments too and it’d make that more appealing for him. You were near to tears at this point and didn’t say anything.

An eyebrow raised as he noticed the shifting of your weight, and his eyes slowly shifted downward until they focused on your thighs. Embarrassment flooded your body at his staring with tears glazing over your eyes “You really think I’m gonna fuck you?” The white-haired male asked not even looking up at you and continuing to watch your thighs, you didn’t even stop. You were embarrassed but clearly not embarrassed enough to stop acting like a whore.

His eyes met yours a smirk crawling on his face “After all your fucking lying? You think I’m fuck that slutty pussy?” He asked, he didn’t expect an answer and was just teasing you at this point, and with a harsh slap to your thighs and a laugh following, he made that clear. Your thighs immediately stopped their movement allowing Dabi to slip his hand between your thighs and put his hand on your cunt.

He wasn’t moving his fingers or his hand but it rested there as a sign he could start moving them whenever “You want me to don’t you?” He asked poking his bottom lip out in a teasing way once he saw the tears in your eyes, you wanted to yank his hand away from your jaw and hit him but you didn’t and stood there sniffling like a bitch on a leash.

You nodded with a sob escaping your throat “Yeah.” It was incredibly sad how quickly he could get you like this. Turn you to mush right in his hands and get you melting on the spot, it’s like he had a leash on your neck pulling at it so you can come crawling back whenever he got tired of those stupid bitches he was fucking and started to miss you.

“Yeah…?” His mocking made you feel even more pathetic and that’s exactly what he wanted. He got closer to your face but he didn’t kiss you like you wanted and instead, he got close to your ear “You want it so bad? Get on the floor.” Sobs continued to leave your throat from his throat, you didn’t even know why you were crying anymore.

Was it because of the aching in your pussy? Was it the way he was talking to you? Was it the humiliation of being talked to like you were nothing but a dumb whore?

It didn’t matter because you were still going to do whatever he told you “Be a good girl and take these pants off first.” He said backing up from your face and turning his hand that was between your thighs so he could slap your ass earning a whine from him.

Dabi removed his hand from your jaw and watched as you shoved your pants down not taking your panties off, if he wanted them off he would take them off himself. His turquoise eyes followed your body as you made your way to the floor sitting there not knowing what he wanted you to do “Don’t look at me baby, turn around.” And you did as he asked.

You sat there on your hands and knees trying to silence your sobs so you could hear what he was doing behind you, you heard shuffling probably the discarding of his pants and boxers.

You hated the idea of him taking you right here on the floor of his living room but you knew how he hated that foreplay shit when he was in a bad mood and wanted to get straight to business and you had put him in the worst mood today. If you wasted any time talking or going slow, he would’ve told you to forget it and he isn't doing shit.

His harsh hands slapped against your hips and grabbed at the sides of your panties before ripping them off of you practically tearing them to shreds “Touya…” You muttered tearfully looking back at him as he threw the scraps of what used to be your panties to the ground “What? Your little boyfriend Hawks bought you that?” He asked with a snort as he carelessly shoved your head to the floor, your cheek pressing against the ground and your arms failing and just falling to the floor as they were pretty much useless.

“No, but…they were new.” Your words were just words at this point, he wasn’t listening at all. He never did. He would never listen to the lies of a slut.

His hands had a tight hold on your hips once again moving them how he pleased “You got more, relax.” Dabi said rolling his eyes as he shoved himself inside of you not giving you any time to relax and take just the tip and then the rest “Touya!” You yelped attempting to move away and at least get rid of some of the length but he pulled you right back into him making a sob escape your throat.

“Fuck you runnin’ for? Thought this was what you wanted?” Dabi asked harshly as he listened to your whines as tears spewed down your face and dropped onto the floor “T…Too big. Slow down.” You sobbed attempting to stretch your arm back and swat his hands away from your hips but nothing helped.

Dabi was big and you knew he was but you’d never get used to how fast he made you feel full and stretched you out. You always needed a few minutes to relax and adjust to him but when he was impatient, it was hard to get him to let you adjust.

Dabi moved closer pressing his chest against your back and placing his chin on your shoulder letting you lift your head from the floor for just a minute “I’ll give you a minute to adjust but you gotta answer a few questions, ‘kay baby?” He said his tone softer than before but there were still hints of teasing in his words. You nodded rapidly desperately.

“You ever ask Hawks to put a baby in this tummy like you did with me?” His warm hand went under your shirt and rubbed on your stomach tapping his fingers on the bulge that was just over your pelvic bone. You sat there silent debating what to say. You never begged Keigo outright to give you a baby but when Keigo asked if you wanted that, you vaguely remembered shouting out yes repeatedly. You and Keigo never talked about that night and you hoped you two never would.

A pinch to your stomach made you quickly decide to tell the truth “Mhm…” You hummed while nodding gently, you weren’t going to waste your breath trying to explain how it was ‘the heat of the moment’ or any other details from that night because he wouldn’t care. You telling him yes or no was the only thing that he cared about.

Dabi hummed in response and he leaned down his mouth close to your ear “Well I’ma do that shit for him. I’ll make sure this baby is mine.” He whispered with laughter following before he nipped at your ear lightly. You didn’t even get a chance to respond to him because he immediately pulled his hips back earning a whine from you and a loud yelp left your mouth when he thrusted back in harshly backing away from your body and exposing you to the cold temperature of his apartment.

“Touya!” He did nothing but laugh at your shouts of pleasure as he started a rhythm with his thrusts, he saw you attempt to grab at the floor but it just looked silly because it was nothing but wooden tile. You were practically clawing at the floor like a cat looking for some type of support.

Oh, how he loved how he could easily make you like that. Make you melt right under him your brain turning to mush because the only thing you could even think of was his dick and how you wanted him to continue ramming into your guts nearly splitting you in half. You felt like your stomach was going to blow up like a hot air balloon and just explode because of the feeling of him creating a bulge in your stomach.

His hand came back to your head making sure your cheek was pressed against the floor forcing your lips into a pout as sobs left your lips with hot lumps of salty tears streaming down your face and onto the floor. “Y’know, I’m surprised…ngh, you’re still fucking tight,” Dabi grunted his pace fast as he watched how your back arched as you moaned shamelessly pleading for more.

“P-Please…touch me please touya!” You begged loudly your fists clenching tightly as you tried to restrain yourself from continuing to grab at the floor knowing there was nothing to reach for. You could already picture the grin on the male’s face. He was really enjoying your begging but he was gonna make you do more of it.

If you thought you could just get what you want that easily, you were stupider than he thought you were. Especially after all that yelling you did at him. You weren’t getting shit until he felt like giving it to you.

Dabi grabbed at your hair pulling at the strands directly from your roots but kept your head on the floor “Touch you where?” He asked a laugh in his speech and his giggle got louder when you whimpered a sob. “F-Fuck you! You know where...” You hissed managing to lift your head a bit and look back at him but his hand landed on the side of your head and smashed your face back onto the floor. There was surely going to be a bruise there.

“Nah I really don’t. I know you in and out but I never know what your crazy ass wants.” The white-haired man spat hatefully making sure to deliver an especially rough thrust to your cervix when he called you crazy making you shout and jerk forward.

Whatever, you didn’t care what he felt or anything he thought. You needed him to touch you and you didn’t care if he got off of your begging “So tell me what you want or I ain’t doing shit.” Dabi said his nails digging into the skin of your hips earning a groan out of you “Want you to touch my pussy. Please…” Oh yeah. That felt good. His dick was even harder than it was before.

Dabi reached his other hand around your body and placed it on your stomach like before particularly on the bulge he created “Hawks ever fuck you like this? Mhm?” He asked leaning forward his clothed chest pressing up against your back as you squeezed around him your walls fluttering as you were beginning to inch closer to your orgasm but you weren’t getting there at all. The only way you would is if he touched those fingers to your pretty clit and you’d do anything for that at this point.

He was being so harsh but honestly, you were lucky he wasn’t filming this to send to Keigo. “No! Only you! Ugh!” The words slipped from your mouth as if you had rehearsed them a dozen of times. You didn’t but you knew him too well and after all the years you’ve known him, he had the biggest jealousy issue and it was nearly every day he was fucking you asking you if you thought anyone would fuck you like he did. That he knew your ins and outs and all your precious little spots and he didn’t give a fuck who you fucked in the future because he’d always be better.

I mean, he wasn’t lying. You two broke up and you were still coming back to him and letting him fuck your brains out “Yeah and don’t you fuckin’ forget it.” He said harshly trailing his hand down and placing two fingertips on your bundle of nerves before drawing infinity symbols on them and you moaned loudly tears escaping your eyes from the large pleasure washing over you.

“So pretty, gonna put a put a fucking baby in you,” Dabi said through his grunts and you knew he was close. His pace was quickening and his hold on your head was growing tighter and rougher and your soaking cunt squeezing around him was not helping at all “Give Kaede a baby brother huh? Or maybe a little sister…” He said but you could barely comprehend anything he was saying. His fingerpads on your clit were rough with their movements and it felt like you were getting fucking electrocuted but in a good way y’know?

“Uh huh…” You grumbled out trying to keep your legs open as you felt the urge to just clamp them shut and they were shaking violently from the restraining and how your knees were about to give out. Dabi groaned loudly his sounds bouncing off the walls with yours whilst he threw his head back snow-colored strands flying everywhere.

He was so close to filling you to the brim “You better not fucking call my phone after this. Don’t wanna hear that fucking mouth unless you moaning f’me.” Dabi told you roughly and you did your best to nod while whimpering and whining like you couldn’t breathe but he wanted to fucking hear you. He slapped your ass hard making it sting terribly.

“I w-won’t!” You shouted your body shaking as you felt your orgasm overcome you like a wave and it definitely felt like a wave with the wet sounds your pussy made clenching down on his dick and he moaned, it was more like a whimper and that’s how you knew he was cumming with you.

Filling you up with his warm cum and you let out a soft moan and just the feeling but it turned into a whine of destain when he pulled out and moved away from your body taking away his warmth and once again exposing you to the cold. He looked down and saw some of the cum starting to seep out of you earning a grin from him.

He was quick to scoop it up and shove it back inside “Can’t let any of that come out right?” Dabi asked as you raised your head from the floor looking up at him so fucked out.

Surely, you didn’t remember shit he said and even if you did, he doubted that you cared at all and he knew that if he did end up getting you pregnant, you’d call him sounding all quiet maybe even crying but he couldn’t blame you for that entirely because he’d pick up the phone every time your name that still had a flamed heart next to it popped up on his cracked screen.

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! humiliation + "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!" ꒰ mei mei x dom,m!reader ꒱: ceo!reader, hair pulling, rough sex, p in v, slight dacryphilia, mentions of sex work, humiliation / degrading obvi, reader is hung ꒰ and an ass man ꒱ , slight dehumanization ꒰ its like 2 lines ꒱, oral ꒰ f!receiving ꒱, p in v. her outfit. DO NOT FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN IN THIS FIC, the reader is not an admirable or morally sound person. ꒰ 5.7k+ ꒱

"𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴." — 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. the poster lazily rested against the wall of your grant office. a "motivational quote" for those who walk into your office. yes, the quote was true, but at what cost should you build your own dreams?

a loud groan leaves your lips as you roll your shoulder, your body strangely tense as you sit in your office chair, attempting to cognitively read the contracts sitting on your desk. sipping on your coffee you hope and pray that your buisness partner, satoru gojo, doesn't come bursting in your office for the 5th time this week. he'll send useless mail, terribly delivered and made jokes, and fake motivational speeches. not to mention his mouth never. stops. moving. granted, your sure he's just lonely, or autistic, maybe both. (the call might be coming from inside of the house!)

despite how annoying that stupidly gorgeous man may be has been right the past few days. "your shoulders are tense as hell. their like rocks!" your tense, ridiculously tense and stressed. when you sarcastically questioned him about what you should do to relive the tension, he genuinely responded with, "i don't know. maybe go to a club, fuck a stripper! maybe you just need some good pussy," gojo says bluntly, "take out your frustrations!" his voice turned weird in the last phrase, but you ignore it and sigh. "im not going to a fucking club, don't have time for the tabloids."

however, now as you sit at your desk, swaying side to side in your "rolly chair" as gojo calls it, you think that maybe he is right. a stress reliever could help. but not from a stripper.

well, maybe a... with a huff you pick up the landline that leads to your assistants office. hearing his voice on the other side of phone. "i need you to book something for me..." you speak looking a picture you pulled up on your phone while waiting for his response.

the day slowly ended, and gojo—without fail dropping in to say hi! and make penis jokes instead of working like the ceo he is. along with making jabs at how "terrible" you looked, due to the tenseness. and after he left, do did the sun. the day had thank fully ended and you could collapse onto the soft mattress that is your bed. the material allowing you to sink into it and give your body comfort it hasn't felt all day. you look at the moving ceiling fan, thinking to yourself about your appointed the upcoming saturday. "mm, she's expensive, but apparently her pussy's good," you mumble to yourself, "lets hope i didn't waste my money..."

sleep quickly overcame you that night, despite the massive intakes of coffee you had. it seems the days of overworking yourself had drawbacks. you really should listen to nanami's hypocritic words. and saturday could not come faster!

finally, day off from the stressful work environment. just you, a book, and that sex worker you booked later that night. a yawn leaves your lips your lips as the words on the paper start to become wonky, and you swear you've read the same paragraph 3 times. "time for a nap, huh?" you stretch before bookmarking the page you were on, setting the book down, and curling up on the couch to take a long and well needed nap. i feel like a teenager "catching up sleep" on the weekends...

after the world went black for who knows how long, something in the back of your brain compels you to get up, a nagging feeling that you normally get before a meeting. you sit up to see what time it is, and you understand that nagging feeling. because you do in fact have a meeting, with "mei mei," according to your assistant.

your not an idiot, you've delt with this before and briefly glanced at her. she's pretty popular, but her prices are high, you'd need money to book her. seems its time to meet the celebrity, huh?

in a little under 45 minutes you sit in the backseat of ijichi's car, resting your head on the head rest with your eyes shut, waiting for the the car to stop at its destination. Cursed2, the hotel that you were scheduled to meet up at. you wondered what your chauffeur thought about his boss hooking up with someone. however, you knew he wasn't going to say a thing. he was there to do his job and nothing else. after a moment of calm, you open your eyes and look out of the window, seeing how the streets are lit up in the darkness of the night sky. the car slows as it turns and you see the giant sign that says "CURSED2" on the window filled building next to the car.

moments later, ijichi opens the door for you and closes it behind you. "thank you," you mumble to him with a nod, pulling on the lapels of your coat. "no problem, sir. enjoy your night."

you step through the sliding doors and into the lobby, waiting patiently at the front desk for an employee. when a woman in dark blue and khaki pants shows up, you notice how beautiful and awake she looks for someone doing night audit, you suppsed it fits for the rich air of this hotel. "i have a reservation," you state your name rub the back of your neck, slowly rolling it. the woman soon pulled up your reservation on her screen and handed you a thin keycard with a seemingly knowning smile. "room 369, sir. it seems you have a visitor aswell."

"oh, thank you," you chuckle to yourself and take the card before walking to the elevator, resting against the railing with a small smile. DING! you look at the two doors slowly opening and step out of the moving room. following the signs you end up at the room '369' which you find ironic, but maybe its your dirty mind at work.

the woman in the room hears the click of the door and smiles to herself. you step in the door with a sigh, looking around the room, impressed with the lengths they went to in decoration. then again, this is a suite in one of the most expensive hotels in the area. shrugging off your coat, you hear rustling and look up in the direction of the sound. your eyes are focused on the woman before you, her light blue hair was falling elegantly on her shoulders, partially covering the dark purple lingerie set she had on. the floral pattern lining the lace of her bra and panties, a garterbelt suspender was over the panties which stopped just under her bellybutton, the garter belts connect to the matching thin stockings she was wearing that went just below her mid-thigh. covering most of the set was a dark purple satin shawl. a smile immediately comes to your face at the sight of her, ideas festering in your mind. oh, that's being ripped off.

"your late. you know that's extra," her smooth and sultry voice fills your ears as she leans against the doorway to the bedroom. "im aware," you smirk and turn your eyes towards your coat as you tug off the second sleeve and set it on the coat rack. "you know, you are an expensive woman to book," amusement and intrigue is caked in your voice as you slip of your "church shoes" and step into the common area of the suite.

a noise of amusement leaves her throat, almost a chuckle, but not quite. "well, you'd pay for an expensive contractor with good quality, wouldn't you? mr. ceo?" you hum and step towards the kitchen, "i suppose i would, yes." you grab the soap and throughly wash your hands before drying them and walking towards her. you stop a few inches before your reach her and carefully grab her hand, kissing her knuckles lightly, your eyes focused on her face. "i apologize for my lateness," you mumble against her skin, your eyes lock with hers as the two of you can see the "intense" intention behind eachother's eyes. "oh? ever the gentleman mr.?" she whispers your last name, smiling at the twitch of your lips against her knuckles.

you sit up and smile. "i pride myself on being one. now, what exactly is the price for my lateness? it was only 5 minutes," your voice is soft and smooth, attention entirely trapped on her. the woman before you hums, "yes, but its my time you know? and unfortunately, i don't own a multi-billion dollar company. a 2,216 yen up charge."

ignoring her little quip, a whistle leaves your lips. "alright. your other prices?" she smiles and turns around, walking into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, you follow suit and sit next to her, pulling on the front of your collar before unbuttoning the top three buttons. she gives you a look but doesn't comment on it, only beginning to talk about her pricing. "stillll expensive," you reach into your pocket and fish out your wallet. she chuckles and stands moving to stand in front of you. "you shouldn't book if you can't handle the woman," she responds as she moves, earning a look from you. your eyes trained on her, lips twitching her as he hands touch your cheek.

"trust me—i know how to handle a woman," an intrigued smile finds its way to her face, smiling a bit more as you kiss her palm. her hands gliding along your shoulders and neck, her eyes focused on the check your signing in your hand. once you sign your signature you lift it up and show her the price before setting it on the nightstand along with your wallet.

her eyes drift to the check, eyes sparkling a bit at the amountodf zeros before she turns her attention back to you. "oh? and what all are you expecting for that?" she slowly straddles your lap, thumbs rubbing lightly against your jaw. "a strip tease?" mei grins. "it's extra," you say the words with her, earning a chuckle from her lips. "no, i don't want it," your voice is still calm, although your hands are resting on her sides, feeling her figure through the satin shawl, fighting the urge to speed up this process.

"awh! that's a shame," she fake pouts, one of her hands palming your semi—erection through your pants, hands skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping your pants to grasp your cock. "and i thought the client was the desperate one?" you tease with a smile, your eyes on her face. "i only wanted to...speed up the process. your—friend here seemed so suffocated in these pants. i only wanted to help," a fake pout is sported on her face as she pulls down your boxers, expression changing slightly when she sees your cock. her hand gently grips it, the small smile on her face growing as she brushes her thumb against the vein on the underside of your cock. you watch her reach for a bottle in the nightstand and pour it on her hand.

"oooh? i haven't had cock any this heavy in a while," she comments, eyes trained on your fat tip as she slowly begins to stroke your cock, "i do hope you know how to use it."

her eyes snap back up to yours, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion. "i told you, i know how to handle a woman," the both of you can hear the change in your voice, it's somewhat deeper, filled with more desire. "grower, huh?" she comments with a smile, locking eyes with you before. your hand gently grabs her wrist, stopping her from further pumping your hard length. her eyes snap from her wrist to your eyes, tilting her head a bit to the side without a word. "as much as i appreciate these services of yours, that's not what want," your thumb gently brushes against her wrists, pressing lightly against her pulse, your other hand sliding the satin velour shawl from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. "i want your pussy."

your words are blunt and expresses what you want to her. some clients wouldn't even start with that, let alone let her "play" with them like she is with you. your...different. "oh?" her favorite word. her eyes sparkle a bit while looking into yours.

she feels the hand holding her wrist release its hold, slithering in the gap of her thighs to yours, your fingering pressing up against her pussy. both of your eyes follow the movement of your hand before the two of you lock eyes once more. "a buyer should be able to test how good their product is, yes?" you watch in amusement when her jaw feathers and her lips twitch.

your hand leaves from under her to join your other hand, lifting her up and setting her back down in the middle of the bed. "i didn't receive an answer," your voice is a whisper, but she can hear a sort of warning in it. "yes," she says somewhat sarcastically. she sees you smile, and feels your hands trail from her hips, down her thighs, smoothly uncliping the garterbelt from the stockings, sliding the stockings down as you go. "someone's experienced," you hear her comment. you hum, "i did tell you that."

lifting her hips up with one hand, you unclip the garterbelt suspender and throw it on the floor. your hands rub and squeeze the bare skin of her thighs, moving to squeeze her hips. "it's a shame you hide such a beautiful body under these stupid clothes," you mumble, your grip tightening slightly as you convince yourself not to rip off the no doubt expensive set she has on. "stupid? i got all dolled up for you and you think its stupid?" your fingers hook underneath the thin fabric of her panties, rubbing the underside of the fabric. "its in the way, and im fighting against ripping it off," you lock eyes with her and whisper, "but, because these panties are so cute i'll fuck you with them on. your bra, ehhh, not so much."

a smile is plastered on your face as one hand caresses the triangular gap in the fabric of her pants, just beneath her bellybutton, feeling that she's shaven clean with a hum. your other hand slides up against the curve of her back, undoing her bra with one hand and tossing it onto the floor aswell.

your hands move to her free breasts. your hands squeeze them gently, thumbs ghosting her nipples, as you smile at the breath she intakes. "sensitive nipples? that's a sight," you grin. your touch is soft and gentle, not a word leaving either of your lips as it seems your just admiring her body. "your quite gentle for someone who just wants to check his product," mei's voice is soft, but salty as she speaks. "you don't have to be rough to check a product. you should be glad im being gentle," your fingers gentle glide along her skin and rest above her panties, "besides, i have to make sure you don't break."

"your very confident in your abilities," her sultry voice fills your ears and you smile. your thumb glides over her pussy through the panties, finding her clit immediately and pressing lightly against it. "mm, when was the last time someone made you cum?"

her legs tense when your thumb teases her clit through the fabric. "f—four months," she stutters slightly as she speaks, looking away when she does. "four?" you repeat her words with a chuckle, "damn, how long have you been faking orgasms." she watches your eyes go to the ceiling, seemingly thinking about something but she can sense its sarcastic. you look back down at her. "well, i guess im making you cum four times." you pull her panties to the side and lightly touch her pussy, sliding a finger in between her folds.

"really? you really are confident," she chuckles, which turns into a small moan when you start rubbing against her clit. you smile and take your fingers from her cunt before grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring it onto your fingers. your eyes catch the expression she gives you, seemingly almost surprised. "what? im not fucking a dry pussy. i'm rude, but not that rude."

your fingers push her panties to the side and tease her pussy, swiping your thumb lightly against her clit. "aw, has something i've done got you turned on?" you question when you feel her slick pooling on your fingertips, "or is it something ive said?" the drop in your voice makes her thighs twitch, the slight twinkle in your eyes makes her questionable. although, whatever thought she had in her head was lost when you shove a finger into her, hooking it in her cunt. "oh, fuck," she breathes out, her hands automatically flying to your arm, "thick cock and thick fingers, huh?"

a chuckle leaves your lips at her little comment, although its hard to take her seriously when blush is creeping onto her face, the tips of her ears already pink, matching her peach skin. "mhm," you hum and slip a second finger in.

your fingers caress her walls, occasionally pressing lightly against that gooey ribbed spot in her cunt. her eyes become half-lidded from your languid movements, seemingly being relaxed from how gentle you are despite your previous suggestive words. her hands are still gripping your arm, although her grip has gotten weak, her hands sliding down to rest against her body. "enjoying the treatment?" you question. she hears the amused attitude in your voice and simply glares at you before she feels your fingers pump faster, clearly waking her up from whatever trance she was previously in. her thighs jolt when your free hand pulls back her clit hood. you whistle, "such a pretty clit."

the fingers in her cunt pump in and out in a fast pace, curling against what you find out is her g—spot based on how her eyes rolled when you pressed against it. one thumb holds her clithood back while the other rubs gentle circles against her bare clit. "i don't understand how some men can't find the clit," you frown, keeping your eyes on her glistening cunt that's taking your fingers so well, "it's quite easy."

it irritates her. your lax personality as if you aren't knuckles deep in her pussy. the entire night, you've spoken as if you know everything, as if you know her body. and at at the moment, she swears you do. but no matter how much you irritate her, the feeling of pleasure is going to outweigh the irritation. your fingertips curling against her g—spot, making her lashes flutter and her eyes glossy. "oh, ah...ngh—! awh!" the sounds that leave her mouth are pitiful, whatever image she usually has been thrown out of the window despite one of her hands coming to clamp over her lips.

you smile at her state and decide to ring an orgasm out of her as you roughly rub her exposed clit while curling your fingers against the ribbed spot in her cunt. your eyes watch hers widen and cross. her pussy clamps around your fingers and her thighs desprately shake, the blush moving to her chest as she creams on your fingers.

her eyes are low-liddled, focused on how you lick your lips at the sight of her drooling cunt. "one," you whisper, locking eyes with her. "oral alright with you? i brushed my teeth," you grin and partially show your teeth, "and i already payed you handsomely, sorry—beautifully. that's included, no?" her eyes have an annoyed-like tint to them, but she nods. "you may." a hum of satisfaction leaves your lips as you lean down and press your lips her pussy, your fingers still making languid movements. your lips kiss her clit ever so slightly before licking a long stripe up her cunt. your lips wrap around her clit and suck lightly before leaving a trail of kisses from her clit to her vagina as your fingers slip out.

your lips feel her spasming hole, begging for something to feel it. "desperate slut," you mumble, teasing her pussy with your tongue. one of your fingers is pulling her panties to the side as you kiss and kitten lick her pussy. your mouth moves to devour her before the two of you hear a pop! you glance at your still hooked finger, one of which no longer has a string of purple in the hook because it snapped. "ah, ill buy you another set," you shake it off and toss her panties to the side, smiling at the unamused expression she had, "ill buy the whore more than one if she truly wishes."

she should have known you were trouble. someone who would risk his career for some pussy, was someone to be a bit skeptical of. and the little flags went off in her head everytime you spoke with that soft and smooth voice. however, not much could be thought about how she missed many of your true attributes when your making out with her cunt.

your movements aren't sloppy, they have technique in them, but it feels like its too much. like your devouring her. mei's legs attempted to shake vigorously around your head, although your hands keep her thighs pressed to the sheets at you eat her out. her hands fist the sheets when she cums on your tongue, listening with tears swelling in her eyes the slurping and gulping as you refuse to waste her release. she hears you sigh and watches you sit up, seeing you lick your lips. the same grin finds its way to your face as it seems your dead set on keeping your words true. "two," you chuckle, eyes watching her face. "mm, tears in your eyes suit you. i would slap you, it'd make you prettier and you deserve it. but, im not going to."

she then realizes your personality, how cruel you could be if you wanted to, and how serious you actually are about your words. you really are about to make her cum four times?!? her eyes drift to your neglected cock. your hard. the tip leaking precum onto the sheets in between the two of you. "oh? did you think i was joking?" you chuckle and reach for your wallet pulling out a condom before ripping it open. "when i say something, i mean it."

you scoop up her hips and turn them to the side, making her turn her body aswell so she's resting on her stomach. then, your hands pull her hips up, pulling her ass into the air, bare and smooth. "pretty everywhere, huh?" you mumble and gently rub and squeeze her ass with a smile. she hears you pull the rubber on your cock before she feels the tip press between her folds. you feel her tense when you presss the tip into her pussy, slowly but surely stretching her out. "oh, fuck," she breathes out, her walls stretching to accommodate your size. she's not sure how, but you seem impossibly bigger inside of her than in her hand. and you can tell by the look in her eye she wants to beg for it to be overwith. your hips smack her ass, a smile on your face as you watch the recoil.

as you move to pull out slowly, you feel her pussy tighten around your cock as if to keep it from leaving her cunt. she hears you chuckle, "aw, aren't you a desperate whore?" you hear the squelch of her pussy when you slide out, only to slam roughly into her. "haven't had dick this big in a while, huh? don't want me to leave?" you coo, the sarcastic undertone in your voice evident to her ears. and she understands that feeling she got from you when you first walked in the hotel room.

she hears you hum, as you begin to state your thoughts outloud. "mm, maybe i should put you in a full nelson? mating press? or should i just rail you like this? i could humiliate you more, make you sob?"

you watch her lips open and press the back of her head into the pillows. "ah, that was a rhetorical question," you snap your hips against her ass. your pace increases, a frown on your face as you do. "aH! ngh—! oooh, f—fuck," her moans fill your ears. and despite how pretty they sounded, it didn't make you happy. mei looks back as far as she could, questioning your furrowed brows in her head. you sigh, slamming your hips harshly as if you were trying to punish her for something, her eyes roll as you do. and alarm covers her when you suddenly stop, right before your tip touches where it's needed. "you know, i expected better..." you switch hands and bury your fingers in her light blue hair. curling your fingers around the strands you yank harshly and pull her head up towards you, forming a deep arch in her back as the movement of your hips comes back to life, hard and heavy. you know the pathetic whimper she let out as her embarrassed as the other hand slides down her skin slowly, fingertips resting gently on her clit. your voice moves to a husky whisper with your next words. "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!"

either the words or the sound of your voice turn her on as she moans and he pussy clenches tightly around you. although, her little moment of "bliss" doesn't last long as your free hand moves. your thumb pushes back her clithood before clamping down on her exposed clit, meeting with your index finger. she practically screams as you do, hips convulsing, tongue lolled out, and her pretty brown eyes rolling to back of her head when she creams on your cock. you just pinched her clit.

"shh," you shush her, fingers still clamped on her clit. "we're going to get a noise complaint." a cruel smile is presented on your face as your practically torture her. "close your mouth, your gonna attract flies."

graciously, you let go of her clit, glancing down at her pussy seeing it puffy and red from your previous abuse. "three," you whisper in her ear and press against the buldge your cock makes in her stomach. "i've wasted my money. and im sure as the money whore you are, you know how irritating it is to waste money on misleading information..." the hand holding her hair lets go to move to her neck. your hand tightens around her neck, giving a non-threatening squeeze. the other hand goes back to her clit, lightly making small circles, constantly stimulating it. "i should get compensation for the terrible service i've received, yes?" you press and rub up on her clit to accentuate your words, her body jolting as you do. your hand massaging her neck, fingers pressing under her jawline. the tears that were swelling in her eyes spill and stream down her cheeks. she looks so, pretty whorish. it fits. and the fact that you've managed to bring this strong woman to tears makes your cock twitch inside of her.

when her shaky jaw doesn't prompt an answer, so you answer for her. "i'll take that as a yes," you push her torso back onto the sheets, "so from now—until i say so, your my fleshlight." you harshly smack one of her ass cheeks, rubbing the reddened skin to soothe it. your words are complete with a smile as you run a hand along her back, forcing her to arch deeper when you press. flexible too? i guess that makes up for something.

a sob racks her frame when you slam into her again. mei swears your cock is penetrating her womb, minutes away from planting your warm seed into her. never has she let a man use her like this. abuse her, like this. it was humiliating. but fuck, her pussy felt good. you were someone who could actually pull orgasms from her, not someone who'd rub her left lip assuming it was her clit. she couldn't help but curse and allow you to fuck her until her pussy was molded to your cock. no one is ever going to satisfy her like you have. you know it and she knows it, despite how cloudy her eyes are. you've ruined her for another man. her brain turned to mush and womb inviting for your big cock. something in her dared to say you've tamed her. and perhaps it was right, because her body obeyed whatever command you issued.

a snap from your fingers woke her up. her cloudy, brown eyes looking back at you. to which she notices, your still fully dressed. you've never taken off a piece of clothing, but she's buttass naked taking your cock like a slut. "pay attention. my compensation isn't going to matter if you can't remember me fucking you near brainless," you smile happily as you say it. as if that's a normal thing to say to a person. she only nods and sobs again when you drive your cock into her pussy.

your hands grab roughly onto his hips. thats going to leave a mark, mei thinks to herself before she realizes what your doing and lets out a strangled moan. your pulling back on her hips roughly, moving her body so she becomes impaled on your cock, over and over and over again. "when i say something, i mean it." your words echo in her head as you really use her as a fleshlight, her face roughly rubbing back and forth against the sheets from your movements. mindless moans leave her lips as she hears herself. not her voice, her pussy. squelching and slick while it takes your cock like a champ. she can feel her previous orgasms rolling down her inner thighs while you fuck her. and despite her not being able to see it, she knows there's a thin white ring at the base of your cock from her. "oh...a—aH! nngh! awh, fuck!" her voice is high-pitched. and she's panting like a dog.

she hears you groan as you speed up the pace. yanking her hips back to meet yours, overandoverandover again. she feels drunk, as if she's consumed too much wine while she takes you. its been years, since she's ever been cock drunk like this. eyes wide and tears rolling over the bridge of her nose and onto the pillows. years since she's drooled over a cock. since dumb and whorish sounds like she's making now, have ever left her lips. she was—a woman providing for herself in this harsh economy. now, she's the whore that everyone calls her out to be.

"fuck," you hiss as the slapping of wet skin fills your ears, paired with her dumb moans. her pussy is so, inviting. you could fuck her for hours and never get tired of its warmth wrapping around your cock. you could practically feel the stress melting off of you and into her gummy walls. all the weight you had resting on your shoulders was being taken out her body. the gentleness and gentleman air you has before was gon and replaced with a tense, lust-filled one. "oh, fuck. take it. ah, take it like the whore you are," you whisper with a hiss, jaw feathering as you degrade her. you were impossibly close, and that fucked out expression she had on her face was not assisting.

"mnh, shit—" you groan and slam her ass flush against your pelvis, making her cunt swallow the entire length of your cock. she's sure she has in imprint of your cock on her tummy. the musk of sex filled the room, as she tightens around your cock. you swear she could break it off from the grip, but that only helped solidify your orgasm. she came for the fourth time that night with a cry. not even ten seconds later you follow suit.

your jaw goes slack as you throw your yes back a bit, eyes rolling as your balls tighten and empty a load into her, well, into the condom you have on. she hears a chuckle leave your lips as you look back down at her. your light pants fill her ears, to her, you don't even sound tired. what type of stamina could you have? "four," you state with a smile, licking your lips with the silent wish that you could see your cum spilling from her cunt and onto the sheets. her ass remains in the air, thighs glistening and pillow soaked with drool snd tears. you hum and slide the condom off, carefully tying it in a knot before tossing it in the trash. your lips part to speak before you hear knockknockknock! at the room door.

pulling up your pants you leave her a mess on the bed and walk to the door, answering it with an amused smile, knowing exactly what the person on the other side is going to say.

its the beautiful woman that was at the front desk, except now blush was evident on her cheeks and she seemed a bit more timid. "yes?" you question, leaning against the door frame. "ah, sir. we're getting some noise complaints, coming from this room. so i ask you to, uh—er, tone it down? please?" she chuckles nervously, looking anywhere but at your face. you respectfully bow. "i apologize, we'll be quiet from now on," you say calmly and smile sweetly as if you weren't fucking a bitch dumb a minute ago. the employee nods, sweat dripping down her forehead before quickly walking down the hallway.

"i told you to knock it off," you say and close the door before walking back into the bedroom, seeing her now resting on her back, fingertips lightly tracing where the buldge from your cock was. "miss it?" you chuckle, "well too bad." you pick up the phone and call what she assumes is your driver as you grab your wallet, leaving the check where it is. she gives you a weird look and you smile. "what? whores don't deserve aftercare, especially after that terrible service." you smile and grab a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and tossing it over her lap. "your leaving, so soon?"

"hm?" you turn to her and smile. "oh, i have a meeting tomorrow, darling. can't stay here, i came for the pussy, that's all." you walk into the common area of the suite and grab your coat, about to slip on your shoes before something crosses your mind. you walk back over to the bedroom doorway. "oh, you can give my office a call. we can meet up and discuss what set you want to replace that one. look forward to seeing you." you wink and walk back. she hears you slip on your shoes and open the door, the heavy room door making a thud! when it shuts.

"asshole."

꒰ n: AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT. DO NOT FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN IN THIS FIC. i went overboard omg. but this is some good smut, okay. i think. idk y'all tell me in october. i promise yall im not an ass man lmao. however, we're going to ignore the risk of STDs in this fic. they don't exist!! 🙏🏾 ꒱

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