#it came out to be fkn harder that it looks

[arek-ian]

“ i depends on you, Juwoon-ah”

[zoeykallus]

Yo yo! If you're taking requests still could I pls nab maybe some Spicy HC of TBB + Rex *finishing* untouched? Like maybe they are so caught up in the heat of the moment or super touch starved and they can't help themselves. I love your writing so fkn much goddamn its just *chefs kiss*

Aloha!

I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this, but it took me some time to get here through my asks and get through some personal stuff, you know to be in the right mood to write this and all... Well, without any further ado, here come your HCs.

You didn't mention a gender, so as always if not asked for something else, I'll go with a fem!reader. Hope that's okay! ... now on to the dirty stuff....

The Bad Batch /Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - A Ghostly Touch

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Consensual Sexual Content/Smut/Edging/Consensual Bondage/18+

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Hunter

His senses are full of you. Your hormones have literally flooded him. Hunter's head is dipped between your thighs, his tongue dancing quickly and deftly on your clit, two fingers between your slick walls.

His cock is almost painfully hard, pulsing, hypersensitive. The last time you were intimate was a while ago, and your scent and the taste of your arousal on his tongue is driving him almost insane.

He listens to your moans, your little excited sighs that are like music to his ears. His hard length is pressed into the sheets, the mattress, while his tongue plays intensely with your pearl. His lips suck your clit perfectly, while his tongue tip, exerting perfect pressure in quick little circles, delightfully teases the sensitive little knot of nerves.

Hunter's muscles begin to quiver, he is so starved for you, his senses so overwhelmed by your sounds, your smell your taste on his nimble tongue.

It's just a tiny movement, his pelvis pressing a little harder into the mattress, his cock grazing the fabric of the sheets with a little emphasis. In the next moment, he grunts in surprise into your pubic as his orgasm bursts over him with explosive intensity. He feels his warm seed spreading out beneath him on the sheets.

A little out of breath, his head briefly pops up between your thighs. Your eyes meet, and you see by his face how surprised and a little beside himself Hunter is.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly, though breathlessly.

He swallows and says a little meekly, "Sorry, I think I just messed up your sheets."

Tech

Kissing, pumping, licking, you tease him for quite a while. Always on the edge, and yet you don't let him slide into the release he craves. But Tech likes that, he asks you for it often, it's one of his kinks. Your lips and tongue keep sliding along his cock, only to let go of him as soon as he's about to cum.

Actually, he should be working, when you came into the cockpit, Tech was lying under the console, between loosely hanging cables. But you laid down next to him under the console and whispered dirty and sweet nothings to him until he finally sat down in the pilot seat and dropped his pants.

Sweat is on his forehead, his muscles are tense, he's breathing hard, the look on his face is adorably helpless. The way he looks at you, you know he worships you and his salvation is in your hands, lips and tongue.

Shakily, he adjusts his goggles with his index finger, licks his lips and swallows.

"Honey, I don't know how much longer I can take this".

A smile spreads across your lips. You look up at Tech with a naughty glint in your eye. His hard length standing erect in front of your nose, you purse your lips and breathe a hot exhale on his hypersensitive cock.

Tech's eyes tear open, a surprised groan comes from his mouth, you can see his testicles tighten and his cock pulsate, moments later his seed spurts from the small slit at the swollen, velvety tip.

Tech emits a silent curse through clenched teeth. He slumps backward in the pilot's chair, breathing hard and sweaty. With a soft laugh, you climb happily onto his lap and beam at him.

You ask him tenderly with a gentle little kiss, "How was that?"

After another deep breath, he smiles at you and says, "Exceptional."

Echo

His mind has long since departed, at least that's how it feels to him. You are alone for the first time, for the first time about to become really intimate, and he sees you here and now, for the first time naked and standing in front of him in all your beauty.

His cock has just reached diamond hardness level, just from the sight of you, just at the thought of being allowed to touch your warm, naked skin. He kisses your breasts and his hand playfully wanders down your body.

Echo is as excited as probably never before, he has waited patiently for this moment for a long time. He sits on your desk chair, and you stand in front of him. His heart is racing, his hard manhood is pulsating, the tip slightly red and swollen.

Your hand playfully strokes along his wonderful cock, and you say suggestively, "I can't wait for you to penetrate me."

Echo expels a shaky breath, just the thought making his hormones go crazy. As you turn your backside to him with a lewd little smile and bend over the table, you hear a soft, startled sound come out of his mouth. Shortly after, you feel something warm splatter against your thighs and buns.

"What…"

Surprised, you look around to see Echo looking up at you from his seat in your office chair, startled, downright horrified.

"I'm so sorry that… that's never happened to me before! It's just, we've waited so long to be intimate with each other, it's been a long time since I…. And I'm just overwhelmed by you."

You see the panic in his gaze and smile softly at him.

"That's alright Echo, you'll have longer stamina on the second try".

You kiss his forehead and say, "Will you help me clean myself up before we continue?"

Echo nods eagerly.

"Of course."

After a brief pause, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your ear, "Thank you, beautiful."

"For what?"

"For your understanding"

Wrecker

Your big man is completely exhausted. Sweating, Wrecker lies in the sheets, you've been teasing him for quite a while, with hands, lips and tongue. His hard length is reddened and swollen at the tip, every little touch makes him whimper.

"This is absolute torture, the sweetest torture there is, but torture nonetheless, sweetheart," he says, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed, his massive fingers clawed into the sheet that's already partially torn under his tense grip.

As you chuckle softly, you hear a low growl come deep from his chest. All of a sudden he sits up, grabs you and pushes you into the sheets. A startled exclamation escapes you as his head dives between your naked thighs, and he drills his powerful tongue into your pussy without warning, while the tip of his nose rubs over your clit.

Within seconds, you are moaning his name over and over as he fucks you with his massive tongue. He moans into your pussy, his hard cock pressed into the mattress beneath him. He is so horny that it almost hurts.

As if starved, he licks you out, his tongue greedily speeds into your little hole again and again while the friction caused by his nose on your pearl remains. His strong hands hold your thighs apart, trembling with excited tension in his hard yet careful grip.

He murmurs into your pubic, "Tastes good…. mmmphf, babe I think I'm about to cum".

As you cry out in lust, succumbing to your orgasm, he's rutting his cock into the mattress, his whole body tense, and finally the release he's been longing for comes for him too. A deep growl escapes from his throat and enters your still quivering pussy, his head still resting between your thighs.

You can see how his muscles finally lose their tension. Lazily, he licks your oversensitive pussy a few times and grins as you twitch in his grip.

Crosshair

He behaved like a spoiled brat. It took forever to convince him to let you tie him up. Crosshair and you came up with a safeword and today, for once, as he emphasized, you were supposed to be in control and in charge of your intimacies, including his.

The look with which he looks at you penetratingly was challenging at first. As you undressed in front of him, his pupils dilated and hunger mingled with the challenge in his expression. As you sit down in front of him, wide-legged in a large armchair, his eyes fall on the velvety bloom of your pussy, between your thighs, and he licks his lips. He's tied to his chair, though, and can't move.

Crosshair swallows, he frowns as you take a vibrator and stimulate your clit, right in front of him. For a little while, not too long, he is quiet. You can clearly see the bulge in his pants.

Finally, he complains, "Come on, at least let me participate in some way".

You smile cheekily and say, "I do, watching is also a way of participating".

Crosshair grits his teeth.

"Kitten, you are on thin ice, you know I will get back at you".

You bite your lower lip, of course you know that, and he knows you are aware of it. He slides restlessly back and forth on his chair, only a few millimeters because his shackles don't allow anymore.

He snorts, and reluctantly says, almost begging, "At least free my cock, it's really uncomfortable like this".

But you let him squirm for quite a while, stroking yourself, close to his nose, swinging your naked body and touching yourself. His gaze grows more pleading, more hungry. When Crosshair looks like he might burst at any moment, you finally relent.

You unzip his pants, pull down his underpants, and his hard cock plops out, hard, gently curved, veiny and gorgeous. It's just a gossamer touch of your fingers, but the next moment he tears open his eyes in alarm, and you feel his hot seed spurt onto your bare breasts, down your neck and onto your chin.

His expression is hard to interpret, there is a certain anger, shame and perhaps confusion in it. Crosshair isn't one of those who is quick or early to cum, you both know that. But something about the whole situation has taken him here and now prematurely, perhaps he liked the shackles a lot better than he wanted to admit.

"You better untie me, Kitten, right now!"

You blink, but comply with his request directly. No sooner is he freed from his bonds than his hand darts forward and grabs your chin in a demanding manner, ignoring the fact that he's just reaching into his own cum.

"I hope you're prepared, Missy," he growls.

His face comes closer, and much more gently, close to your ear he says, "You remember the safeword?"

"Yes, I remember," you say, a little breathlessly.

"Good."

The next moment, he pushes you not so gently onto the bed and begins to undress.

"Time for some punishment" he says with a smirk.

You're in for a long, hot night.

Rex

Clad only in panties, you sit on his lap. You haven't seen each other for weeks, a month and a half to be exact, an agonizingly long eternity. When Rex unexpectedly comes to your apartment, a week earlier than expected, you immediately pounce on him. You rip off his armor and push him onto the sofa.

Rex doesn't complain, not at all, at first he's surprised, but he's at least as starved as you are. His strong hands knead your buns while you shamelessly rub against the bulge in his Blacks pants.

Between wild kisses he says breathlessly, "Darling, this could be over pretty quickly if you don't stop rubbing yourself against me like that…. come on, let me spoil you a little before we do something else".

You don't want to stop though, clinging to him, you just want to feel him, right now you don't want anything else, you don't care if he cums before you can do more, you've already scheduled several rounds in your head anyway.

Rex moans softly, and his hands are still gripped hard in your buns.

"My love… wait…"

Your heart is hammering in your chest, just like his. You finally pull yourself together and hold still, leaning back a tiny bit to look into his face. Sweat is on his brow, he looks breathless, and he smiles wryly at you.

"That was close," he says, scratching the back of his head with a nervous little laugh.

"I just wanted to feel you"

Rex smirks.

"I want to feel you too, beautiful."

You reach down, wanting to pull down his pants, Rex is surprised, trying to stop you but he reacts too late. He is so starved and oversensitive, the small movement, your hand and the fabric brushing along his hard length as you pull down his pants are too much.

The next moment you feel his hot seed, splattering onto your wrist and lap, and Rex wincing beneath you.

"Fuck…" he curses softly, startled.

You smirk at him.

"It's okay, we still have the whole night ahead of us."

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[lisannastraussisanangel]

OHMYGOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AQUARIUS & LUCY HEADCANONS???

(side note: i totally accept lucy would have aquarius walk her down the aisle but lmao she would so have to fight capricorn and loke for it but like knowing aquarius it wouldn’t be that much of a fight ;). god someone write a fic—)

THEY’RE ACTUALLY MY FAVOURITE FRIENDSHIP EVER I BAWLED LIKE A FKN BABY WHEN LUCY BROKE HER KEY AND I CRIED EVEN HARDER WHEN SHE CAME BACK IN THE FINAL SEASON PLS—

(i totally headcanon aquarius was kind of like a second mom to her bc lucy was probs spoiled by the servants to make up for lack of layla and jude’s cruel indifference so aquarius was the one who kept her disciplined and from being too spoilt)

Dude I still can't rewatch that scene without SOBBING. The VA's did such a good job and it destroyed me! I still watch edits and cry about it, if I'm being honest.

Aquarius was def her second mom! Lucy is basically a baby duck that imprinted on Aquarius.

BUT let's get those headcanons going for you comrade!

Aquarius absolutely sobs during Lucy's wedding

When Lucy has her first child, Aquarius freaks out. The whole time Lucy is in labor, Aquarius is taking out all of her anxiety on the other spirits. Imagine Loke walking in asking what's up and Aquarius violently shaking him screaming about her girl.

Speaking of the rest of the spirits being in the middle. Every time Lucy summons a spirit, Aquarius is waiting for them when they come back. She want's to know everything she's missing while Lucy is looking for her key.

Aquarius is the reason Lucy isn't scared of anyone. After years of an angry mermaid threatening her life, Lucy is basically numb to all villains threats.

When Lucy finally gets her key, she's too nervous to summon Aquarius for the first time again. Eventually, Aquarius summons herself and just wraps Lucy in her arms. They stand there for way too long, Aquarius just holding a sobbing Lucy

Aquarius makes a considerable effort not to attack Lucy when she's summoned nowadays. She still gets Lucy 50% of the time but Lucy will take what progress she can get.

Lucy developed Aquarius' temper and every time Lucy freaks out on someone Aquarius looks on like a proud mama.

Aquarius is so proud of Lucy. Like imagine her watching Lucy compete in the grand magic games with Taurus in a chokehold and screaming "That's my girl!" as Lucy kicks ass.

[tatakaebomb]

Waiting on you

ꕥ Pairing : Gojo x Cam girl! Y/N

ꕥ Synopsis : maybe next time ask to see a picture of your clients face before you f*ck yourself to them…

ꕥ Word count : 0.8k

ꕥ TW : fingering, cam sex, kinda yandere themes, stepcest/incest (down to you to choose), dom! sub, nude photos, provocative language, use of pet names, DDLG (?), gojo a fkn creeeeppp yooo, big dick gojo, fingers in mouth, mutual masturbation, sex work, fantasising, probs others, 18+

'Like this daddy?'

'Yeah baby keep going, wanna see how far you can get till your gagging'

You were sat in your room, camera faced towards you as you stick your fingers down your throat. Tongue flopping out as you gaze directly at the camera lens , pleasing the client on the other end of the phone who was graciously stroking his cock to the sight of such a pretty girl doing as she's told.

The tips of your fingers briefly touched the back of your throat, your body intrinsically leaning forward to give a view of your cleavage and how the drool in your mouth drops down into your bra, the line of saliva coating round your nipples from the see through material.

'Fuck- you look so pretty like that baby, if only I was there with you right now...want you to touch yourself f' me, yeah?' The anonymous man spoke, the only thing you could see was the sight of his long cock, sprung against his stomach as he slowly palms himself, warm, red tip glowing from the low lighting and mix of pre-cum as he teases himself, watches you get so down and dirty just for him.

The private sessions were something you offered out to only your best customers, the one that pay the most, the ones that are loyal enough to join your every stream, and luckily for him this guy was one of the minority. But it didn't take long for you to only have one on ones with him, his soothing, deep voice helping you cum every time. The sight of his huge cock being fucked under his large, veiny hand to the sight of you made your mouth pool. He paid hundreds even thousands for just photos of your pretty face, but sooner or later he was wanting more. And he was willing to pay any price that came with it.

'Yeah daddy, anything you say...' you comply, teasingly tugging at the small thong you were wearing, a slight moan leaving your lips as you tug it off. Opening your legs, you show him the mess you've made from just his voice alone, slick and tinges of cum coated over your lips. His low groan made your stomach turn slightly, as he adjusted himself to get a better view.

'Drag your fingers low and tease your clit princess, wanna hear them sexy moans I paid so much for.' Croaky voice slipping through the phone.

You did as he said, rubbing your thumb onto the point of your writhing clit, head swung back as you watched him follow your movements, pacing himself to the same timing you were going at. It wasn't long until your fingers followed, deep inside you nudging at your sensitive g spot 'feels so good daddy, wish it was you...'

'Yeah fuck baby, tell me how good you want it...' his pace increasing, following pursuit you were heading closer and closer to an orgasm, his big dick shafted between his hands.

'Want you so bad daddy, fuck- want you to fuck me so good...' your head rolls back as you play with yourself deeper, nudging yourself just enough you can feel yourself only a tip away from creaming all over your hands, the ones gojo wishes was his, the ones he wants to suck on for hours as he fucks you balls deep after his class. He wants to use you for all the relief he can get because at this point you WERE his only relief. Something he can constantly look forward to, but he wants that to be more. He wants you to be his, but he knows that'll take a while. But he will wait, always for you, his pretty cam girl.

'Shit princess- your voice is so pretty...gonna make me c-cum.' His voice stuttered as you witnessed spurts of cum escape his tip, a low groan and a slightly suppressed moan leaving his throat. He pushed harder down on his foreskin to show you everything. At the same time you came over your hands, white ropes spurting all over the bed you laid on. Your fingers coated as you moaned in delight, every day you cum quicker and quicker thanks to him.

Quickly regaining composure, he began tucking his cock away. You sorting out your dishevelled hair and licking the mess you made, up from your fingers.

'Same time tomorrow baby?'

'Yeah daddy, only for you...'

If only you knew how much of a daddy he really was to you...

[ihavenocluedude]

Major Conveniences ~ part 6

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) x fem!reader

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A/N - Once again so sorry this took for-fkn-ever. But uhm... I’m hoping the next part won’t take as long. But also it’s obviously not going to be as long. This is sort of what I would like to call about the midpoint of the fic??? But that’s just an estimate as I’ve not written the whole fic yet, I just have the picture of how I want it to look in my head y’know. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7 147

"So... what are your intentions with our sweet Klitzy?" Eli had demanded to sit in the middle of the backseat. Between you and Klitz. But was definitely also turned way more towards you, almost to the point of facing you directly and having his legs in your lap.

 "You don't have to answer that," Klitz said quickly, trying to lean past Eli so you could see him.

The drive over to the hotel was interesting to say the least. Eli's demeanor is a hard thing to describe, probably mostly because you've barely even spent time with him yet, but it was definitely somewhere between dramatic estranged relative trying to catch up with you and a businessman that's always trying to get you to buy into his plan. Klitz was trying to help you out, almost acting as if he was your lawyer during an interrogation.

 "How do I... how do I even answer that?" You questioned back, more curious than offended. How does one even state their intentions? And... what actually are your intentions?

 "Are you planning on marrying him?" Oh... well that was usually the typical answer in every romantic cliche movie wasn't it? To say that you'd want to marry the person... Klitz... in a suit... at the end of the aisle with your loved ones around-

 "Oh my god, ELI!"

 "What? I'm just asking." Eli shrugged as if he hadn't asked a very big question to a person who was just in their first year of college. One who hadn't even dated her boyfriend for more than a couple of months. Klitz glared at his friend and yet you could also still see that he was curious about how you'd answer, even as he tried to defend your honor. "Okay... what about this... do you see yourself dating him in a year?" Easier question. Not something you can be sure of, but there was certainly hope there.

 "Yeah." Your answer came quickly, sure of itself in a good way. It wasn't an automated response or rushed, clearly something you'd thought about and you just hoped that came through. You found the proof of that it had come out like you wanted by Klitz's smile. And Eli's approving nod and grin too.

 "Okay, on to the harder questions." Eli could easily be an evil mastermind. He seemed like someone who could come up with some evil plan, and try to take over the world. Though you easily could picture Klitz as a hero, mostly because he'd saved you from anxious thoughts, helped you when needed, and so on... If Eli was an evil mastermind... Klitz would definitely be there by Eli's side, questioning of everything, but loyal.

 "Harder? How much harder does it get than asking me if I want to get married?"

 "Depends on how willing you are about me asking about your background information."

 "Like what?"

 "Family, your childhood, anything you're willing to tell me." Jesus.

 "This feels like an interrogation."

 "Well, you are smart. You've got it figured out, let's start..."

 Sure, Eli had come there just to meet you. They were visiting for you... and he had been the one that had started the whole idea in the first place. Eli was laser-focused on you and whilst you had known about all of this... You were maybe not quite prepared for this level of attention aimed specifically at you. The anxiety had been about giving a good first impression, which you seemed to have done by Eli's earlier 'We've clicked'. You had not been anxious about answering a thousand questions, but that was starting to rise.

 From then on it was mostly friendly banter, Eli trying to get to know you without using the slight interrogation-y tone he'd used earlier. Trying to get to know you through your own words and not what he'd heard from Klitz on the phone. But once in a while, there'd be a question that would catch you off guard. Probably one of those 'harder' questions he'd mentioned. And you knew he didn't frame these harder questions with the friendlier, chattier, more casual questions by accident.

 "And we're here!" Matt announced as he parked the car. Parked in front of a hotel that you'd definitely seen before. It could be seen from campus depending on where you stood, it was usually the hotel speakers stayed at, and it was definitely... quite expensive.

 Sitting in the hotel lobby with Klitz was the first moment of not being asked questions since you'd picked up Eli. And that was because he wasn't there but rather checking in and going to unpack. Danielle and Matt doing the same thing.

 "They're nice." You stated softly to Klitz, almost yawning, sat on a couch next to him. Almost immediately leaned your head onto his shoulder hoping to find that usual comfort, and you did. Hugging his arm and probably getting way too cozy in a hotel lobby.

 "Eli seems to really like you."

 "You're sort of saying that as if it's not good?"

 "It's good it's just..."

 "What?" 

 "I- I'm just... I don't know." 

 Klitz was on edge more than he'd thought he'd be. He had expected to be anxious about this visit. Scared that there'll be a moment where Eli will overstep, tell you a story that he hadn't dared to tell you yet, or that some detail he'd missed in a story he had told you would just... scare you off somehow. And not only that but the intensity of his friends in general. His mind gnawing on itself telling him that you'll be scared off. So much so that he'd built up the tiniest little things in his heads until they felt as big as a mountain. Such things as what if you reacted to how much they say the word 'dude'? He'd never thought about it before but now it scared him like hell.

 "Klitzy? You seem more worried than I was this morning." Your voice was almost pleading. Both of your brains at war with themselves. Your mind afraid that he's regretting letting his friends ever meet you.

 "I'm fine. I just... He's going to tell you everything." Klitz tried to say it in a cheery sort of joking tone, but the bitterness in his head sort of rots into the tone of his voice. 

 "So? I want to know more about you."

 "Yeah, but- everything, everything." 

 "Are you scared I'll find out something that you don't want me to know?"

 "I'm scared something'll scare you off." He mumbled, or maybe more like muttered, the bittersweet mix of nervousness and a kind of begging tone in his voice.

 "It won't. I promise." 

 ~~~

 "They're cute," Danielle stated almost immediately as the elevator doors closed in front of her, Matt, and Eli. 

 "We've barely even seen them together, thanks to him," Matt responds, nudging Eli with his elbow. 

 "They're cute. They're obviously in love." Danielle insisted before wondering out loud "Do you think he's told her that?" 

 "What that he loves her? No way!" Eli piped up, a laugh bubbled out of his mouth whilst still talking. "She'll definitely tell him first." 

 "You think?" Matt questioned next. Although Klitz had never really been the person to instigate things he did have his moments. Matt would not be surprised if saying 'I love you' would be in a moment like that. 

 "Dude, I know."

 ~ 

 The hotel was nice. Like in the way of 'you shouldn't afford this if you're a college student and a newly started filmmaker'. 

 Even if it wasn't what your parents would call 'civilized' you'd thought about asking Klitz several times about how much money they've made through the video. He'd sort of lightly breezed by it sometimes, mentioned what it had covered so far.

 Matt's tuition was fully covered, which was huge just by itself. Klitz's tuition didn't need that much help, scholarship, but they had fixed it up anyway. And Eli got a bit of a starter cushion for his career. That's all that Klitz had explicitly told you that it had covered but it felt pretty clear to say that Matt and Danielle's apartment clearly had at least somewhat been acquired through that money as well as Matt's car that Klitz had told you about. Furthermore, Klitz had been making it pretty clear that he definitely had a lot saved up too.

 It felt like some sort of ironic joke 'millionaire college students' among the more obvious 'students living on ramen as breakfast, lunch, and dinner because it's cheap’.

 Once the visitors had settled into their hotel rooms they'd come down to you two. All stomachs grumbling along in a choir of hungriness, you decided to head to the closest diner.

 When thinking of four rich young people... you did not expect their first suggestions of dinner to be the greasy diner that you mostly went to because they had a student discount. But there you were, Eli obviously sticking by your side to try and make sure that he could sit next to you again. Apparently finding the game of not letting Klitz sit next to you very funny. Klitz managed to sit down next to you before he could even try though, which was quite a comfort. To hold Klitz's hand in yours, resting in your lap, whilst you ate and still continued to get some interrogation-like questions from time to time.

 You wouldn't normally need this much physical attention. Normally it felt like it was just sort of for the peace of mind. A single touch reminding you to take a breath and enjoy whatever was going on. It grounded you. But in this moment it also just felt like a necessary security blanket. A necessary thing of 'keep me calm please'.

 Danielle noticed. She felt like the sort of person who always noticed those sorts of things. Someone who could read others really well. Matt and Eli didn't seem to notice though which was kind of... reassuring in a way. Not having to be seen as vulnerable too when you already felt that way. But you could see how much comfort they got from Klitz too. Although you'd obviously never seen them without him, after all you barely knew them so far. But just the way they talked about him, to him, the way they looked at Klitz, and how he responded made it so easy to see how much the trio loves each other in general. And although you didn't feel like it would be able to compare to that yet at all, you... well, you felt like you loved-

 ON ANOTHER NOTE the hotel room was fancy, big, and luxurious. A couch that probably folded out was in one of the corners of the hotel room even though it probably wasn't needed with the big bed in the focus of the whole hotel room. The typical hotel decorations galore. Big windows that faced campus.

 Danielle had offered that you all could hang out in their hotel room for a while once you got back from the diner. It was already pretty late and you felt like that would become the ending of the night.

 So there you sat on the couch with Klitz laying down, his head in your lap, still facing towards Matt and Danielle so he could talk to them. His long hair spread out across your lap with one of your hands intertwined in it, playing around. Danielle sat on the bed, her feet just barely touching the floor, and Matt sitting right in front of her on the floor. Eli switched between pacing around or sitting on the arm of the couch from time to time. Mostly ranting about his current projects.

 He'd apparently been racing through projects the last couple of months. Growing his empire as he called it. As soon as he finished production on one project he instantly started another one, the projects almost overlapping. He'd been in articles... not perhaps the most conventional magazines as is obvious but still several articles. He did however swear to Klitz that he hadn't told anyone about the 'mysterious actor behind the fencing mask'. Although pretty much every interviewer had asked. You weren't surprised by either fact.

 Eli might be dramatic, a slightly over-the-top guy but it was like he reeked of loyalty. Someone who'd defend Matt or Klitz to the end of the world. Or in the situation they had been through, make a sex education film to get one of his best friends out of trouble.

 By the time Eli had calmed down, permanently sat down on the couch by Klitz's feet instead of the arm of the couch or pacing the floor, it had been probably an hour or two. It was sweet and interesting and just as you had guessed it; 'word vomity'. His legs sort of bounced when he first sat down on the couch but slowly and surely calmed down the more time ticked by. Matt was completely leaned back against the bed with his face turned up towards Danielle whilst she had laid down on the bed, her head just slightly hanging off the bed to touch her head to Matt's. Meanwhilst Klitz had turned himself over on the couch about halfway through Eli's rants. Buried his head in towards you, being able to feel him breathing against your stomach as he hugged you to him.

 "You good?" You asked Eli as he let out a yawn. 

 "I think that flight took more out of me than I thought it did." He just paced enough to probably have walked around the whole campus like twice... and he was saying it was the flight that made him tired? Jesus.

 "You gonna go to bed, dude?" Matt asked, a smug smile once again on his face as he goaded Eli. "I don't think I've seen Eli go to bed first in years." He teased as if there was an obvious contest to it.

 "I think Klitz is the first one tonight actually." 

 "Is he?" Matt questioned next, aiming it at you. You leaned back a little to try and attempt to see Klitz's face a bit more. But once you tried his arms clung to you more. 

 "He seems like half asleep?"

 "Awake," Klitz grumbled, the sound muffled by you.

 "Nevermind, awake. You want to go, babe?" 

 "Yeah." 

 "And Klitz is the first one to go to bed!" Eli practically screeched. Making the rest of you jump slightly in the air, Klitz slapped Eli's arm once he sat up. Klitz's hair was the most adorable version of mussed up. "I win!" 

 "Dude." Was heard coming from everyone but Eli. Even you and Danielle joined in on the usual use of the word. 

 "Can someone please drive us back to campus?" Taking a taxi back to campus would be possible, but not preferred. Matt gave you a nod before getting up, grabbing his stuff and getting the keys from Danielle's jacket, the three of you heading out of the hotel room. From the second you stood up Klitz's arm was once again around you. Almost leaning onto you, just showcasing his tired state. Once inside the elevator, you reached your hand up to brush his hair back a little, intertwining your fingers in the soft hair and gently pushing it back. "Thank you, Matt." 

 "No problem." 

 "Backseat," Klitz said once you got close to the car, already opening the door for you before going over to the other side and laying down in the backseat, his head once again in your lap. "Seatbelt." His voice is simple as he already reaches up for the seatbelt before you have a chance to, putting it in your hands. 

 "I don't think I've ever seen you this tired before." You put on the seatbelt just as Matt got into the driver's seat. Klitz's face once again turned in towards you, handing you his glasses before he smushed his face against you. "This doesn't feel safe, what about your seatbelt?"

 "Fuck it." His tired voice muttered softly before hugging onto you again. A chuckle sounded from both the front seat from Matt and yourself.

 "You've ever seen him this tired?" You asked curiously, looking at the rearview mirror, his eyes meeting yours quickly before looking back at the road and then started talking.

 "Once or twice, sleepovers. Oh and sort of the one time I called him in the middle of the night once. Didn't see him but... yea."

  "Yeah."

 "He's a really good guy." He stated, his voice more serious than just a second or two earlier. His eyes stared at you in the rearview mirror until he had to glance back at the road.

 "Yeah, I know, he really is." Car rides with the members of the tripod in general apparently proved to be really stressful. This felt like an almost more serious version of Eli's earlier interrogation. Although you knew there would be nowhere near as many questions. This was Matt asking you about your intentions. His eyes observed you as much as he could. You in response tried to keep his eye contact without feeling like you were somehow 'backing down'. Or whatever one may say.

 "Is he asleep?" He then questioned, you offered a shrug in return at first before leaning back a little as you did back in the hotel room. This time his arms didn't pull you back to him, his eyes were closed and his face completely relaxed. Adorable.

 "It seems so, why?" This felt like standing at a cliff's edge and looking down at the long drop down. You trusted Matt, mostly because you knew the kind of trust that was between him and Klitz, but you trusted him nonetheless. He wouldn't want to hurt Klitz and therefore this wouldn't, couldn't, hurt in the slightest.

 "Do you love him?"

 "I... what?" You chuckled out in shock at the question. You'd expected a serious question but not that question. As if anyone could expect that to be the question. You'd figured that it would be some serious question... But that? Well, that certainly shocked you. If anything you'd almost wished he'd rather asked you about your intentions like Eli had earlier. Intentions suddenly seemed a lot easier when phased with the alternative of talking about the matter of love with your boyfriend's friend.

 But now you were here. Mostly just glad that Klitz's head was still in your lap, something to ground you. Although you'd instantly taken your hands away from playing with his hair. Maybe just somewhat worried that Matt would ask another shocking question and you'd accidentally yank Klitz's hair and wake him up.

 "Do you love him? He seems to love you." Well, that was a bombshell. But also a big relief.

 "I... Yes."

 "Good. I'm glad he met you." Was that it? Was that supposed to be all there was? His demeanor changed slightly back to the more playful casual way he'd been before, a small smile whilst looking at you through the rearview mirror. Meeting your eyes that just looked at him sort of disbelievingly, eyebrows furrowed.

 "Thank you? That... why ask me that though? Out of all the things you could've asked me."

 "Eli has his questions, I have mine."

 "You sound like- a fucking character in a mafia movie?" You scoffed back, a small laugh bubbling in your throat from the absurdity of it. "Did you know that you love Danielle like two months in?"

 "We moved together to DC like two or three months after just meeting." Matt chuckled in response. Right. She'd moved with him when he moved for Georgetown... That's risky. Sweet. But risky.

 "Right. I guess that's a yes then. I just... I wasn't prepared for that question. And... I haven't told him yet... obviously." Even though it had been clawing at your chest the past few days. You'd never pictured yourself as someone who'd say it 'early on'. But who's to say when it is too early or the right time in general. But... not now. For a while longer you'd keep your... 'secret'.

 "I won't tell him... I think." He responded, thankfully a jokeful tone in the small addition.

 "Dude." The 'dude calling' had gotten contagious apparently as it slipped out of your mouth in response. Matt laughed in response as he was parking the car.

 "We're here now," Matt announced and turned in his seat to look back at you and Klitz, although still keeping his voice sort of light due to the sleeping boy in your lap.

 "Thank you, Matt." You said with a smile before jostling Klitz a little, although still feeling jostled yourself by the conversation you'd just had with Matt. Klitz laid himself on his back, stretching a bit before he even opened his eyes, and started grumbling a little. Running your hand through his hair before placing his glasses carefully back on his face. Remembering a time that you'd accidentally poked his eye... you'd felt guilty, though most of the guilt you felt was for laughing. "Good evening."

 "G'morning."

 "Not quite. We're at the dorms though. C'mon baby."

 ~~~

 The next morning you'd all agreed to meet up in town, find somewhere local to buy breakfast, and explore the town. Eli had stopped with his countless questions, Matt was acting as if he hadn't asked the question he'd asked yesterday... although that was fair. It was obvious he didn't feel like it was a big deal for him to ask that. He just wanted to know something and so he asked it. He just wants to protect Klitz and so... he's trying to.

 But throughout this morning you found yourself asking why the fuck they'd decided to visit during the winter. The place was covered in snow and ice, you all had to bundle up in clothes, and since Eli had spent all of his time in Los Angeles lately... he was not at all used to the cold. In fact, the first store you went into was mostly to force Eli to buy a scarf, as he himself refused to admit that he was freezing, although accepting the scarf very easily for a guy that was 's-swelt-t-tering and sweating' and totally not freezing his balls off.

 New Haven is quite beautiful. Even though it was a snow-covered obstacle course of trying not to slip on the icy sidewalks at the moment. 

 Seeing a place through someone else's eyes for the first time was weird. Showing people the city you've by now sort of gotten used to. The sidewalks you've walked for a couple of months, exploring or just on a usual route to something around town... they don't feel as fresh as they used to. But now you're sort of seeing it again. Getting to appreciate it all a second time but through their eyes. It wasn't that long ago that you came to New Haven and you definitely didn't feel like you knew your way around the whole place quite yet but you'd still gotten used to it all.

 You'd linked one of your arms together with one of Danielle's and tried to talk separately for once. Which worked for the most part, except that Eli apparently has pretty good hearing and nudged in every once in a while. Danielle was asking mostly about school, thankfully. You didn't know if you could go through another interrogation about who you are or how you feel without slipping into an existential crisis.

 She'd asked you what you studied, how it was, if it was hard, if the whole college thing felt right. "I've been thinking of starting college. For a while now actually. I just... haven't pulled the trigger." She explained with a seemingly nervous chuckle and a small shrug.

 "What are you thinking about studying?"

 "I don't know exactly. Journalism maybe? Or philosophy, it seems... fun?" Danielle intrigued you, she wasn't as easy to read as Eli mostly was or as open as you felt Klitz could be. But she wasn't one of those people who keeps a wall up for their own safety, full of sarcasm or jokes that would shield them. She seemed genuine most of the time, although definitely having a knack for teasing and making her boyfriend flustered a lot. "Either way it'll be somewhere in DC."

 "Don't want to be away from your loverboy, huh?" You teased playfully and nudged her with your shoulder, thankfully she chuckled. It was hard to be the newest in this whole dynamic, but Danielle seemed to understand that. She'd been new at one point too... although from what you'd heard from the group yesterday her introductions to the group were quite the spectacle. It wasn't the slightly more awkward process of trying to fit into a group slowly and somewhat desperately, trying to find the boundaries, the unofficial rules, trying to get to know what kind of jokes they're comfortable with.

 So that somewhat joking question had been... well it had felt risky anyway.

 "I really don't." She admitted softly and pretty quietly, a way more sincere answer than you'd expected in that moment. Your head quickly moved to look at her directly, almost trying to study her whilst still trying to come up with an answer.

 "That's wonderful though, isn't it? Being... hooked?" You questioned back, a sense of both hope and slight nervousness in your voice, Danielle's eyes met yours, and gave a small nod. Your eyes returned to the path in front of the two of you. Klitz and you still felt... new. And all of this going on in just your first term at Yale? You were really hopeful about it all, who wouldn't be with someone like Klitz. But it also felt terrifying in a way. Although a lot of people describe love as scary don't they?

 "That's the perfect word for it isn't it? They've caught us. In the best way possible." She sighed keeping her voice rather hushed, making you realize that the two of you had kept your voices somewhat quieter, both of you apparently not wanting the boys to hear everything.

 "Yeah."

 ~~~

 "So Danielle never got the interrogation thing did she?" You asked Klitz, your hand in his lightly swinging between the two of you. You were all walking over to the bowling alley, you'd been trying to find something to do and remembered the bowling alley and thought 'why not'. You'd been talking to Danielle for the most part that morning. Talking about college, the guys, and just generally telling each other stories. But after a while, you'd just wanted Klitz next to you. Wanted to warm your hands on his and to see the slightly red cheeks that weren't from being flustered but just the cold.

 "No."

 "Okay. So... why me though?" They hadn't asked any more questions thankfully and it wasn't as if you were voting for the interrogation to suddenly switch to Danielle but you were curious.

 "Well everything happened quickly with Danielle I guess? And me and Eli got to meet her like just a while after Matt met her. You're my girlfriend. Different situation. Also, they were only hearing on and on about-" Klitz was quick to answer, almost rambling through the entire explanation before cutting himself off mid-sentence. His voice had for the most part sounded so serious until the very last word. As if it all was just there and logical.

 "About?" You asked with a smirk, already knowing where it was headed.

 "Well... they were- hearing... about... about... I have no way out of this do I?"

 "I don't think so no."

 "They were hearing on and on about you. Since we met. And Eli got really curious." His voice was still sort of urgent, straight to the point but he was clearly trying not to smile at you as you looked at him with a grin and adoring eyes.

 "I've been talking a lot about you too, you do know that right? Also... I think it's cute that you've been talking about me." You reassured him and raised your joined hands to press a kiss against the back of his hand.

 "Good." He sighed out of relief, you'd figured that he'd know that by now. That he'd know how smitten you were with him.

 "I need to show you that more, huh? Show you how much I care about you?" You wondered softly, slowing down until you stood fully still. Thankfully the rest of the group didn't notice. You looked at him and tried to analyze. Klitz had been really sweet with the way he showed his affection, if anything somewhat cliche, giving you his sweater and the grand gesture of the study room. You weren't someone to hold back on affection, especially not towards Klitz, but maybe it just wasn't as... visible. At least not to him. But you wanted him to see it. You needed him to.

 "N-no, I mean... I know."

 "You do?"

 "I think so."

 "Well, I want to make you sure of it, okay? I really really care about you." You told him, not a single waver in your voice, which felt almost shocking even to yourself considering the cold winds that rushed by that afternoon. Klitz nodded sheepishly and kissed you, squeezing your hand in his and letting his free hand rest on your cheek whilst he kissed you. It was a quick kiss but one that felt like it meant a lot more than the few seconds it lasted.

 ~~~

 The bowling sort of went as expected. Eli wasn't the best at bowling but when it went well you were not surprised that he was the kind of person to holler and jump up in the air. And although having heard about Matt often looking smug, this was an evening that showed you just how long a smug smile could last, the answer is 'way longer than anyone should be able to look cocky'. But Danielle was the only one who was actually really good. All of which honestly did not surprise you at all.

 You'd seen Klitz bowling before, although he was definitely putting more effort into it this time. The last time both of you had just tried to have fun, almost aiming for the bowling lane gutter for all it mattered. But this time his friends were there and he was trying to at least beat Eli it seemed.

 This was nice. All of the time spent with them had been nice too but this was... well you'd sort of settled in. You weren't as anxious, you'd gotten to sort of speak with everyone alone and you were having fun. The thought of them leaving the next day had popped up in your head from time to time which didn't bother you all too much, you had only met them yesterday and if all goes to plan you'll meet them sometime again. Might even have the courage to talk to them when they call whilst you're hanging out with Klitz.

 But with that thought of them leaving there was a sort of accompanying thought of how Klitz was going to leave campus in just about two weeks. Sure you were going to leave too but... it was just the thought of actually parting for the first time.

 You knew you'd have to spend more time apart than just some day when you've been too busy with studying or something alike. You knew that you wouldn't be able to just spend all of your time around him and there would be times when you couldn't just take a small walk over to his dorm room to see him. Besides the winter break was almost nothing compared to the summer break. Although... you'd figured that summer break would be easier to meet up during. Perhaps get to visit his home town for a few days or him yours.

 But that was months away.

 After bowling, which Danielle won by far, you'd gone to dinner and after that gone back to the hotel room you'd all hung out in yesterday.

 "So, any plans for tomorrow?" Matt asked making everyone look over at him. There hadn't really been any mention of the last and upcoming day but here it was.

 "We're leaving at like noon, dude." Eli was right, it wasn't like they would have a lot of time or anything. It would have to be something small if anything at all.

 "We still haven't seen the campus." She was yawning as she said it but Danielle was right after all. It almost felt ridiculous that they had been almost everywhere in New Haven this morning except campus. After all, that was where you and Klitz spent more time than almost anywhere else, you even live on campus. Most of your life is played out in those gigantic ridiculously old and extravagant buildings and you hadn't really even thought about showing it to them. Although you'd definitely been excited during the first moments on campus, glancing around at those ridiculously old buildings... but you hadn't really thought that they'd want to.

 ~~~

 "So the university was founded in 1701, which means all of these buildings are old as shit." You presented it in a nice tone as if you were a real tour guide. Although the words signified the complete opposite. "That's the library we study in the most I guess. The ol' standard. Which means if anyone needs to find me in the upcoming week or two... that is unfortunately where you'll find me."

 The final examinations before winter break were coming up, there was some time left but you still felt as if you had a lot to study.

 "And probably me too," Klitz added on with a small sigh, at least he would be at your side. Although he would be majorly distracting it would be nice. To have that comfort that he could give you just an arms-length away or so.

 The tour consisted of showing where you'd usually hang out, where your dorms were, and so on. But it didn't take long for the time you had to run out. Thankfully, Matt, Danielle, and Eli had packed that morning, checked out, and made it so you'd be ready to drive Eli to the airport when it was needed. And it was time.

 "This was completely worth it," Eli told you all before starting to say goodbye to everyone. The visit that had been planned and made just because of you had been 'worth it'. Which was... pretty nice to hear. You'd seemingly made a good impression, made the visit fun enough even if it was mid-winter season, and sort of in a way gotten his 'approval' even though you probably didn't need it, it was nice to have. "Klitz, don't screw it up." was the last thing he said before heading off, not completely seriously but still seemingly meaning it to some degree.

 Klitz flipped him off behind his back. Not wanting to chuck out an even just somewhat joking 'fuck you' in the airport. Matt and Danielle drove over to the very parking lot where you had first met them two days ago, although it felt way longer away than just that. All of you getting out of the car to say goodbye before Matt and Danielle would head off on their long road trip back.

 "So, this is it, huh?" You questioned with a sigh, your lips pouting a little at the thought that the weekend you'd dreaded so much beforehand but had enjoyed way more would officially come to a close.

 "It's not the end of anything you know, we're friends now." Danielle teased and hugged you, parting from you before adding on with a chuckle "Or as Eli said, we've clicked." rolling her eyes at the statement herself. You groaned playfully and rolled your eyes as well. "You have to call me, okay?"

 "Hey, my girlfriend," Klitz said, his voice seemingly completely devoid of any joking tone although making the rest of the group laugh as he pulled you gently by your shoulders into him before hugging you to him from behind.

 "Cute." You told him quietly and wrenching your head as to be able to place a kiss on his cheek.

 "Let me say goodbye to your girlfriend, dude." Matt huffed with a laugh and shook his head. Klitz squeezed his arms around you for a second before he slowly released you from his grasp so you could say goodbye to Matt. Hugging him too. Klitz having hugged Matt already whilst you were saying goodbye to Danielle, hugged Danielle shortly before returning to your side. The two couples facing each other.

 "This feels... weird." Klitz's voice was just slightly whiney, "We're going to see each other in just two weeks."

 "Yep, but just like Eli said; This wasn't about you Klitzy, it's about her. We're not seeing her in 'just two weeks'. So this is us saying goodbye to the two of you and hoping to see you again soon." Matt explained as if it was obvious whilst he walked around the car to the other side to get to the passenger side, directing the last 'you' of course specifically at you. Danielle quickly got into the driver seat, although keeping her door open, whilst Matt lingered a bit just at the opening of the passenger side door.

 "I hope so too." You responded easily, knowing that it was completely true. You really wanted to see them again. Hopefully, however, in warmer weather and not hanging out as much in a hotel room.

 A disorganized chorus of 'bye!'s later and they were off.

 And with just about two weeks until Klitz would be too.

 ~~~

 The reading period for finals had started just a day before Klitz's friends visited which meant that the time they were there was supposed to be spent studying... Not that you minded. But you obviously hadn't been studying during that time, so whilst your and Klitz's friends at Yale had started and were already off at space rocket speed into their studying you felt like you were starting at snail pace. Your brain jumbled and disorganized.

 But by Thursday, the day of your first examination, you felt like you were up and running. Thank fuck. Then it was just all about getting through it all.

 Klitz had spent nearly all of that time alongside you. And although you'd been right that it would be really distracting to have him there whilst you were trying to focus on studying... it wasn't the first time you'd studied together and if anything it helped to have him there. Be able to take a break together, get food or coffee whenever you were low on energy, or just simply be able to look up from your course literature or notes and see him. See his lightly furrowed brows and almost pouting lips as he stared down at his own course literature. Klitz has a serious focusing face, albeit you would rather call it cute.

 And even if it was distracting... you were really happy to have him there. It sort of felt like doing it all as a team. Even though you actually only had one exam together.

 The last two weeks of being at Yale were... exhausting mentally and emotionally. Your brain frazzled and tired by the time all of the winter examinations were done. The last day of school so to speak. And despite that you'd tried to convince yourself it wouldn't be a big deal... it kept popping into your head that you would be parting from Klitz at the end of the two weeks.

 It wasn't as if it would be the end. It wasn't as if you couldn't call him like every day if you'd wanted to. It wasn't as if he'd forget about you during a small winter break that would feel like it would be over in a heartbeat... But it kept popping into your head, annoying you. Even if it wasn't some big deal or anything you felt you had to worry about or anything like that... it just kept going.

 Until it was the day. The two of you at the airport, Klitz's flight to California being the earlier of the two separate flights to separate places. You'd been there ridiculously early. Both of you stressing although there was plenty of time. So you spent it goofing around in tax-free. Buying way too many snacks, getting lunch together at the ridiculously priced cafe, running through the airport, and getting sour looks from the security guards.

 But then it was time to stop playing around. You walked Klitz to his gate and suddenly you didn't know what to even say.

 "I- I... I'm going to miss you." You muttered, feeling as if you were unintentionally doing puppy eyes at him. Pleading without truly meaning it. Perhaps pleading with another purpose than to get him to stay. Bringing your hand up to sweep his bangs to the side, although unneeded because of the way it already naturally swung to the side nowadays, for the last time before next year. "I uhm..."

 "I'm going to miss you too. I... I love you." He clearly hesitated at first to say it but he seemed so confident with it. The same feeling that had been clawing at your chest, constantly wondering if he was feeling the same and there he was so confident about it. "Are you going to say something?" His voice was pleading as he placed a kiss on your forehead and hugged you tightly, but you still stood there just in shock. Your lips and brain together fumbling to say something, anything in response. You knew what you wanted to say but then the boarding was starting and suddenly he was walking towards the doorway. Your mind, heart, and entire body panicking.

 "Klitz!" You suddenly shrieked, thankfully not too loudly but enough to catch his attention to be sure. You walked over to him in a rushed pace, your lips pressed together anxiously, coming to a stand as close to him as you could.

 "I- I... I love you too." Stumbling a little at first but getting it together enough to say it with what you hoped was enough conviction to display that you truly meant it. Hugged him tightly again and before you absolutely had to leave you kissed him one last time. "You better call me when you get home." You grumbled the addition nervously, your eyes once again gone back to pleading. Klitz nodded and smiled at you, making you almost automatically smile back at him.

 You'd said it, he'd said it... It was said.

 "I will, I promise. See you next year?"

 "See you next year."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N - Dramatic 'I love you' scene... I don't know... it felt right?? I honestly have no clue if Eli would be one of those guys to like not admit if they're cold even if they are but I think he is. 

[nhinxsworld]

yknow what to celebrate Kuroos birthday I will be posting my twt dom!kuroo bf and his v cute gf series that I used to upload on wattage but comepletly deleted

it starts of very slow but essentially is just a row of kinky smut LOL

these are very very messy btw

Part 1 | Part 2

Kuroo x reader

warning: pet play ; super fkn long ; low key kinda cringey ; gags ; spanking; master/pet ; pet names puppy / mutt / princess ; usage of slut and whore (?)

very caring dom bf kuroo :) has a timeskip kind of thing where it reflects their past

"Tetsu." you whined as he puts his arms around you. His breath tickling your neck "What is it princess?"

His hands feeling you up and down "We haven't had time for us in while now did we?" he asks as his hand travels between your thights giving them a knead.

"Who's fault is that huh?" you told him and he just laughs kissing your neck making you squirm "I'm sorry baby, but it's my last year with the boys, I wanted to spend some time with them."

"I know...I'm not stopping you from that, it's just I feel lonely without you." you said as his hands get undneath your shirt over your tits pulling it off "I missed you."

"Aww baby that's real sweet of you. I missed you too." his touch send shivers down your spine "But that doesn't mean you get to send me those naughty pictures when I'm training."

"You've been on mind all week." he says and takes of your shorts as well "Real bold of you to send such things when you know I was with the team 24/7, did you want someone else to see them baby?"

"Did you want me to get all hot and bothered when I can't reply and help myself?" he continued and bends you over his lap a little slap placed against your skin making you groan.

His hand rubs circles on your butt "come on answer me baby."

"Did you want to get me agitated?" he asks and you nod and another slap lands on your skin, this time a bit more firm then the last "Speak when you're spoken to."

"Yes..." you mumbled.

"Come on continue." he tells you.

God, fuck you were struggling, your sweet dorky boyfriend was no where to be seen. It's like a switch in his persona.

Kuroo is your adorable and caring boyfriend, who always looks out for you. He is always the first to check on you, to ask you how you are, to tell you he loves you.

A sweet guy who can be a bit of dork and nerd sometimes, definitely a show off. You can almost see him as the older brother type or well a kouhai.

But what sometimes seems like his dorky could also switch pretty quickly.  To someone who easily provocates his opponents. He can be very competitive and serious.

A rather dominant behavior shines behind his kind facade.

You've learned that pretty quickly, when you met him.

You've fallen for the tall sweet guy, who I always nice and cooperative.

Before you two even got together he was always down to help you in little things when it came to school related things, or just carrying some stuff around school.

But when you two seemed to have taken a interest in each other he showed a rather flirty side.

At first it was some corny pick up lines to just signal you his interest making you giggle.

The first date, he was all sweet and kind holding your hand as he took you out. He'd take you to his games and would try even harder to impress you.

That's when you started to see the more serious side of him, the more competitive side.

He starts to corner you and he is fairly tall, basically towering you "So sweetheart how'd you like the game?"

Kuroo was pretty smooth with everything he does, you're a stuttering mess whenever he corners you. Most of the time he'd just ask little things, but things started to become more suggetsive.

"You're kind of like a puppy." he chuckles as he had you in that cliché kabedon hold again.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asks and you nod.

"It's adoring really." he tells you and brushes through a strand of your hair "but if you want to be with me, we might have to work on that."

"We've been pinning for each other for a while now. Don't you think we should make things official? I might show you a bit more about me." he says his pointy placed under your chin his tumb at your lips.

"So what do you say? Won't you be my girlfriend?" he asks.

Of course you agreed that's how you two got together.

He kissed you for the first time that day and you cannot forget about it.

What you wished to be a innocent sweet kiss turned rather hot steamy, when he started to touch you up in back of the locker room.

But things didn't go futher then kisisng and bit of touching.

He had told you it was just a foretaste for what's about to come being in a relationship with him.

You though it was just another one of his corny jokes and pickup lines back then, but he really meant what he said.

It was more and more common for him to stop you in your tracks to drag you somewhere, just to make out with you.

He was still as sweet as ever when you two hung out, just sometimes he gets a bit handsy.

It made you a bit nervous at first not being used to so much affection, but you didn't hate it.

Actually you always carved for more, he never gives it though. He had a thing to leave you breathless and then ditch.

You cannot remember the amount of times he left you breathless in some corner of the school and then just skipped off telling you to have a nice day.

He would be the death of you.

At some point you just wanted to beg him for more and perhaps that's exactly what he was waiting for.

One day you asked him to help you with a assignment. He was more then happy to come over and assist you.

Your parents adored him, telling you could not find a better boy then him and you could only agree.

He was all cute again explaining you every little thing you didn't understand. He give you a peck for each thing you've understood. An angel he is always patient with you.

Kuroo loves having you sit on his lap when doing things.

With each thing you understood the peek got a bit more passionate and it didn't take long for them to turn into kisses.

In the end when you two were done, you two were basically making out and as always he pulls away first smiling "Good job baby."

He ruffels your hair with a proud smile, but that's not exactly what you wanted or well needed.

Not when he has his hands around your waist and tight just a second ago.

This man always gets you heated up and then dips.

Not this time though.

You pulled at his sweater and he just looks at you "Something the matter?"

"Touch me more." you told him and he hums his big hands running over your skin.

"Please Tetsu." you started to beg him "Please don't stop."

He chuckled a evident grin on his face "oh?"

"Please." you repeated too shy to look at him.

"Took you a while to ask." he says and pulled you to face him "But I didn't want push things, you seem rather shy."

You looked st him with those big eyes "I'm sorry..."

He just laughs and gives you a soft peek to the forehead "Don't worry baby there is no need for sorry's, I can be real patient, if that's what you need."

His hand rubbed up your thigh "I've been waiting for you to ask me baby. I've been dying to hear you beg for me."

"I hope I didn't make you all too desperate." he says with that smirk on his face. You loved and hated it so much.

At this point you were so used to his touch yet he never fails to leave a shiver down your back.

"How far are you willing to go?"  he asks as his hands slipped under your shirt.

Warm hands just drawing over your skin, you were a bit ticklish and squirmed.

Shy to answer he just snickers and takes his hands out your shirt and just puts his arms around your waist, he leans his head on your shoulder "it's cute how shy you are, but I'm not going to do anything, if it makes you unsafe or uncomfortable." he says and gives you a little peek to your cheek, just cuddling you for a bit "tell me to stop, when you feel like it. Does that sound alright?"

You blush and nod your head "Sounds good..." his chest was warm on your back and the way he held you was so close.

That day he took very small steps, he promised to make things as loving as possible. To caress you and make you feel special.

He'd only show you love.

He is abnormally patient at the smallest whines he'd stop and kiss you.

Ever since then he only became more bold, after that. He touched you more and more and you craved him more and more.

His touch was always so sweet and addicting.

Things started to play out and he showed his dominant behavior. He doesn't hesitate anymore to bend you over his table when you two are alone.

It doesn't matter to him anymore, if you two are still in school. If you look appetizing in that skirt, he will press you against a wall just to touch you.

You're awlays so willing to follow whatever he does.

Not scared to get on your knees for him when he asks you to. Even if you two are on school ground.

The thrill of one day getting caught gave you anxiety, but Kuroo was always with you and reassured you nothing would happen.

It's you twos last year now and you had already applied and been accepted in the same university.

God were you two excited for it, though he is a bit sad to leave his team. He is excited to continue with you.

"Ah...I wanted you so badly..." you told him truthfully "I missed you so much during camp."

It was kind of a unspoken thing to not bother him during training, he takes it pretty seriously specially since he is the captain.

Meanwhile he doesn't bother you when you had important things to do. Doesn't come between you and your friends at all.

Only on rare occasions you two would bother each other, but more in a teasing way.

May Kuroo be jealous about something or you just wanting his attention there is alot of teasing between you two.

It would be boring without wouldn't it?

"Is that so?" he asks as his hands touched your thight, he loves how his hand could almost wrap around the top of your thight. He loves how much taller he is then you "did it excited you? Knowing you can tease me and I can't do anything about it? Having that tiniest bit of control?"

"Did you like that though?" he asks you and another slap that just makes you cry out to him.

"Kind off...." you whimpered.

He raised a brow "Only kind off?"

"Hmmnghh my hands don't feel like yours..." you told him truthfully.

Kuroo is more then pleased to hear that, his little girlfriend who used to be so shy and cute was so needy now.

He hums and slaps your face this time making you face him.

"Such a cute face." he tells you "Well you did make it until the last day so it didn't bother me too much. Did you touch yourself before that princess? Don't lie to me."

You shoke your head "wanted to, but didn't. Promise."

He gives you a sweet kiss "I believe you, pretty." he says before spitting in your mouth "Doesn't mean you're not getting punished, you're mine pretty. Every inch of your body is mine."

His hand at your throat and he makes you swallow his spit a malicious grin on his face.

"You understand that right?" he asks and you nod.

"As much as I don't like others touching what's mine, you're not allowed either." he simply explain "We've been through this."

"Don't look at me like that." he chuckels "wasn't it obvious?"

He sighs shaking his head "I was really exited to comeback home and have you baby."

"I love you so much." he whispers and draws over the curve of your back "I would have given you everything you need." he says soflty his other hand circling your nippel "worshipped you like you deserve."

"But that can wait." he says "Because only good girls get such nice rewards right?"

You nod your head crying "yes..."

"Who are you talking to silly?"

"Yes....master."

"such a good girl but for now I'll treat you like a desperate little slut, who can't go a week without cock filling her up. I'll teach you manners again." Kuroo says as his hand lands on your ass again.

"So what are you princess?" he asks.

"Desperate slut for you."

"What would you do to get my forgiveness and my cock?"

"hnghh anything, this cock slut would do anything." he runs his fingers through your hair so softly "That's right."

Kuroo looks at you with those loving eyes and sighs "Where do we start today?"

He chuckles seeing you shake "Don't worry nothing too harsh." his hand pulls a box out underneath his bed.

"Unless you misbehave." he adds and pulls pulls out a couple items "Come on arms behind your back."

You did immediately and he ties them in place, the restrictions seemed nice enough, soft even.

"Nothing bad right?" he asks as he binds your eyes and puts a gag in your mouth.

You shoke your head soflty.

Soon you felt a all to familiar leather of the paddle he sometimes uses drawing over your butt.

You can practically feel the goosebumps appear on your skin, it was scary and exciting feeling.

"Scared of me?" he asks and runs his warm hand down the same placed the paddle went.

When you shake your head he chuckels "Good, you're my pretty slut, baby."

"You should never be scared of me." he says and the paddle hits your skin in a loud noises and you moan painfully against the gag.

"You're always so loud the first couple slaps." he says as the second one lands. He held your throat with his other hand feeling your voice vibrate when he hits you "it's adoring how both your face and ass flush in such a pretty colour."

He can feel a bit of wetness on his hand when he held your face "Already drooling like a little bitch?"

"We're only at the second spank." he laughs "Are you already soaking too? Are you becoming a pain slut? Does master need to find different punishments?"

You shoke your head and his finger find themselves between your legs "hmm not yet. Keep it that way."

"I don't want you leaking while you're supposed to get punished. You think you'll manage that?"

You nod your head and he starts to spank you again not just your ass but you're thighs as well.

At this point Kuroo knows exactly what he is doing. He knows where to not slap you too hard.

With a paddle or his hand it didn't matter that much to you, but sometimes when he likes to unpack bigger things like a crop or twase he is always careful not to hit you too hard anywhere that isn't your butt.

He never touches your ankels or neck unless he wants to choke you.

Kuroo knows you and your pain tolerance by now. He never takes things too far and if he does he is the first to apologize and fix it.

You're a drooling and crying mess in his lap fighting the urge to let any of your fluids escape your pussy as he wishes.

It was starting to hurt a sick feeling in your stomach, full of needs.

The way one of his hands is so soft just drawings so comfortingly on your back while the other held that paddle leaving your skin with bright pink plotches.

He had taken the gag out of your mouth after the first couple spanks "Hmm how is my sloppy bitch? Got the gag all covered with your spit."

It's difficult for you to answer as he continues to slap you and you try to not be too loud.

He pulls at your hair almost a bit too hard "Come on where are you manners? Didn't master teach you better than this dumb slut?"

"I'm sorry master...." you whined "hh thank you for training me."

"That's right baby." he says as you felt a soft slap in your face and he lighten his grip on your hair "so let's start anew who do you belong to?"

"Hmmm this mind and body belong to master, he can do whatever he wants with it. This stupid bitch isn't supposed to touch what's masters." you cried and he starts brushing through your hair massaging your scalp so softly.

"What else?" he asks as more slaps land on your delicate skin and with each slap you thanked him and apologized for you mistakes.

How you shouldn't be touching yourself and how you shouldn't be teasing him.

"awww my baby." Kuroo coos as his hand is between your legs "Such a good girl."

You weren't all wet and dripping like you'd usually be and honestly your thights were shaking from how hard you were trying.

He draws over your pussy with his hand "Kept yourself all clenched up huhh? Was it painful? Let me sooth you."

"It's okay baby." he pulls of the blindfold seeing your tears.

"My baby did so good." he says lovingly as he pulls you to his chest your arms still tied together and makes you straddle him.

"My pretty sloppy puppy drolled all over herself." he sighs as he hold your face in his hands whiping of some tears and droll "Give master a kiss."

His lips on yours and he can feel how your droll was dripping down his chin when you two kiss.

Kuroo doesn't mind a bit of mess, he doesn't mind at all.

"I love you master, won't do anything bad." you whined and he kisses your temple "I love you too baby, I know you're a good girl. You're the best girl actually. Next time you can just ask me how about that? If you're feeling needy and I'm not around just ask me."

"I won't bother you?" you ask him softly.

"Baby you're never a bother to me." he tells you and kisses your cheek "Never, you could spam me everyday and I wouldn't get sick of it." he always likes to reassure you, that you're never a bother to him. Even if he is out or training, if you truly needed him he'd drop eveything just for you.

"If you want to show me that pretty body of yours sure. Who am I to complain, when my pretty doll want to show me how absolutely stunning she is." he chuckels and kisses your neck "Just warn me beforehand hmm?"

"Think next time you want to send me something, surprise me be creative doll and I might reward you for wanting to tease me, who knows?"

You smiled excited nodding your head.

"So? Does my doll want me to make her feel good?" he asks and you nod your head "Please master."

"Good girl." he kisses your hair as his hands spread your vagina for both of you to see "aww do you get exited when I talk to you?"

"Yes, I love masters voice." you answer him shyly "When master praises me or tells me what to do. I get really happy and exited."

"You're so cute." he snickers as he plays with your pussy for a bit teasing you.

"Are you happy when master touches you too puppy?" he asks and his fingers rubbing so slowly at your clit his other hand pinching and tugging your nipple so soflty.

Your voice breaks when he teases you like that "Yes, yes, so happy when master touches his puppy."

The raven haired man is more then happy to touch his whiny puppy "pretty you're basically grinding against my hand."

"But that's okay." he chuckels "I missed you too. Show me how much you missed me."

He pulls you closer to him and your started to rub your chest against the fabric of his shirt while your cunt continued to grind against his hand.

"Such a needy pup." he runs his hand through your hair "Something you want?"

You were panting and moaning against his shoulder. Your nippels so hard as they touched his firm chest and his soft shirt fabric, finding friction.

Meanwhile your pussy was so wet just gliding over his hand hoping for more, you wanted his finger inside you so badly. You needed them desperately.

Mouth basically watering, drooling from the thought of him touching you with his big hands and filling you up with his thick cock.

You just wanted to hold him and ride him while he touches you in all the right spots, but your arms were still tied behind your back.

"Please master, this needy mutt needs you inside of her please." you begged him "want master so badly."

"Be more specific baby, what do you want inside of you? Where do you want it?" he asks as he pulls you back from him, his finger finding your tongue pulling it out making you droll "fill her up here?"

He stuck his finger down your throat making you gag before pulling them out again.

"Or does my baby mean down here?" he says as his other hand tease your butt "or here?" it dripped to your needy cunt.

"There please there master, please let me have your fingers inside of me." you begged again "stupid puppy needs masters finger inside of her....only he can make her feel good. She can't even do it herself, please master."

He laughs "Awww did this dumb mutt try to finger herself?" he asks as his finger pushed inside of her aggressively making her groan.

"Doesn't even know where it feels good on her own body?" he asks as thrusted his finger in out and you shoke your head "Poor little puppy didn't get to cum even though she though of master?"

You nodded your head as you moaned like a bitch in heat from his finger thrusting in out of your pussy. Your tits desperately rubbing against him still and he starts to grope them.

"Did you play with your tits too?" he asks as he leaned down to lick and suck on them "Didn't feel as good as masters hand and tongue?"

You shoke your head again "no...didn't feel as good as master."

His teeth tugged and pulled at your nipple making you cry in pain and pleasure.

His finger stopped thrusting into your cunt instead he he started to press and curl his finger against that very special spot that makes you a mess and in need for more "tried to find this?"

"It's really easy baby." he tells you as his finger rests on that spot "I'm sure my puppy isn't that stupid to not find this spot, but I guess it makes the difference between you and me, my hand is much bigger then yours."

"I can reach so much deeper then you do." he chuckels as he made his point by just clawing that spot over and over deeper and more then you could reach.

"You need me don't you?" he chuckels and you nod crying.

"No need to cry over that baby." he whipsers "master loves making you feel good, he loves when his little puppy is so desperate for him, he loves it when you beg him to let you cum, because you're in such dire need. I want you to be like this for me."

Your voice pitches up and loud moans escape your lips as he touches you with each sound you make he is only more amused.

"Master please, please, please can I cum? Need it so badly, please, please, please." you plead him and he nods "Of course puppy this is exactly what I want. Cum all over my fingers puppy, show me how good I make you feel. Make a mess for me."

With just his words and couple more rough touches and him holding you in place you cried even more cumming on his hand.

He smiles and pulls his hand out your cunt, you were panting heavily leaning on his shoulder.

"Such a good girl." he tells you and ruffels through your hair so soflty "Look at me."

You pulled of him and looked at him with your glossy eyes he whiped them for you with his clean hand and showed you his other one which was glistening with your cum.

"My messy puppy." he chuckels and licks it off his hand.

"Ah...master...that's...uh...I'm sorry.." you weren't sure what to tell him and he just laughs "Oh baby I've told you, to me you taste the sweetest no need to be shy about it."

"There isn't anything about you I don't love. You don't need to be insecure about anything with me." he smiles and licks his hands clean as if to proof his point that he loves eveything about you.

"I've told you so many times puppy, when will you learn?" he asks and looks at you "Do you want me to teach you again?"

Shaking your head he snickers "It's not really your choice you know? But I guess we can postpone that for another time."

"Thank you master."

Part 1 | Part 2 |

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There’s no asking to use a pussy longer or saying a word or begging allowed in my relationship there’s doing opening swallowing He/she only eat me out when I’ve been good for a week. Then it’s tied down blindfolded gagged and know it’s going to be the best pain today. As they suck bite slap punch step on put items in fist my pussy even once it begins to hurt that I know I’m pleasing my owners so if I dare beg it’d be to keep licking, bite harder, abuse me however makes you happiest-they own my body so they should get full access and free reign to use this body how the want 🍆🌮. I obey my master and mistress my pain is so worth the laugh after joking about what a slut I am. Why? Well because I am. I’m for free use by all owners. And why else? I see them happy even if I’m in tears from pain I agreed to it day one he gave me the option-I signed that contract in 5 seconds after the first date consisting of his monster cock, public sex, degrading me while I sucked him in the mall parking lot while kneeling on the ground outside his car and sucking him as he sits in comfort, smacking my face, demanding to see my body in full immediately now (same parking lot) I looked around saw a movie pouring out w people. I groaned as I took what little I had on off. Then spread while standing outside with gawker. As he inspected and smacked or bit the important parts of me, I then got pulled by my hair thrown on hood ordered to spread til it hurt then use my fingers to spread my cunt wider and expose my clit ….he got a mini whip and whipped my pussy to the amusement of yet another crowd. A woman came up whispering. He laughs. Tells me open your mouth stick out your tongue and lick her til she comes or we will stay here all night doing nasty things in public to my slutty little body. I do so (again a first meeting/date situation…..we’ve been on this date 3 hours and on display most of it. He then says get ready cause bitch I ain’t making love to you I’m fuckimg you like a worthless street hooker without paying and I promise it’s gonna hurt which is so pleasing as much as seeing your face buried in pussy is. When she cums she gets down to bite hit smack flog paddle bite harder clamp and weights and rope binding my tits now she yanked, bounced and twisted as far as they’d go (nipples) while her long ass nails creep down until she reaches my clit and flicks, she hits slaps my clit while he’s still literally fucking Me there is def zero chance I have to ever worry how to say no again. Once he came in my mouth, on my face and cunt? He says put your fkn clothes on I have shit to do. I ran to grab clothes and got in and dressed. As he’s driving me home he asks so we joining via contract or was this a one night ownership (again first date 4 hours in ish. ). When he asked he smacked my face, yanked open my legs and finger after finger entered me. By time I could squeak out yes I’ll sign sir, his fist was in me hard and deep and his cock was about to fuck my face - signed those papers with a dick and fist in me and ate out a chick in a parking lot. As a first date. Not sure anyone could plan a more perfect first date. Best we only stayed together a year when he went vanilla and we had to say goodbye but how many times I’ve rubbed myself reliving this moment!

thinking about someone eating me out until im crying and trying push them away, so they spank my pussy in retaliation until its nice and red. "im not done yet, ill let you know when i am" then they slide their fingers back into my cunt and continue slurping on my clit as i cum again and just except my fate.

when they finally do finish eating me out, my pussy swollen, red, wet and creamy, they run their cock/strap through my folds before slipping in. ill beg for them to stop and that "uts too much" but "baby you got to cum and i haven't yet, just let me use this pretty pussy a little longer" theyll say sweetly as they fuck into me. soon their pounding into me over and over again for their pleasure and i just lay there and take it until they cum or i pass out.

~men,TERFs and minors dni~

[realcube]

haikyuu!! characters with a chubby! s/o 💗

characters: tsukishima, oikawa, atsumu, osamu & suna

thank you anon for this cute request ����

tw// comfort, fluff, angst if you squint, insecure! reader, swearing, they/them reader but reader wears a dress (in osamu’s)

(a/n): anon requested comfort but i feel bad bc i’m writing this like ‘no, (y/n)! stop being sad! you’re beautiful! 😡’ then i remember that i can just select+delete the pain away💗💖

Kei Tsukishima

let’s not pretend like tsukki gives a fuck what you look like tbh ✋

like nobody is ‘perfect’ and everyone is insecure (to varying degrees) so why would he care about your weight?

nobody ticks every single box to meet society’s definition of ‘beauty’  

plus, tsukki thought beauty standards were stupid away so he created his own - and you meet every single one 💖

in fact, almost everyone meets his beauty standards - besides himself ‘:)

he seriously doesn’t care about your weight tbh, it’s the most trivial thing so why would he care?

although, he wasn’t naïve enough to think that everyone was like-minded

your front of ‘i don’t care about what other people think of me’ was strong enough to fool even the most observant of poeple, including tsukki

however, tsukishima failed to take into consideration that you were his girlfriend, meaning that you could be playing the same game as him; ‘pretend to not care about superficial things like beauty so nobody will think for a second that you are insecure about your body’

he wasn’t one to give compliments but neither were you tbh so the mutual agreement y’all have of ‘let’s call each other names as a form of endearment to avoid those awkward moments were you are looking for the right words for praise but can’t come up with anything’  was fair

but after you accidentally sent him a self-deprecating ‘joke’ message that was clearly meant for a friend, he never passed up the opportunity to compliment you ever again

like he kinda just stared at the message like 😮 ‘does (y/n) seriously care about their weight? why? it doesn’t even matter. how stupid! who told them that the shape of their body is important? bc it’s not..’

then he turns to look in the mirror like ‘wow you srsly need to put on muscle, lanky bitch. or else (y/n) will probably leave you for some built jackass like kuroo. pick up some weights, noodle arms!’

anyway, he’s not too good with words and comfort in situations like these but he’ll probably reply to your text with something out-of-character and surprisingly sweet

to paraphrase (bc the actual text would probably be like a whole damn persuasive essay LMAO he starts with the introduction, makes five points and finishes with a conclusion pfft) , i think it would be something like: ‘hey, (y/n). ik that text was probably meant for one of your friends (but if they’re the ones making you feel bad about your weight then you should probably drop those toxic cunts anyway 💅✨) but i just wanted to say that even though you are the biggest clown i’ve ever met (/j) you’re still v beautiful 💗 stop being insecure or i’ll pass away ⚰💀 ok thx love you bye’

Tōru Oikawa

how are you insecure if you’re dating oikawa? /j

like he is such a hypeman

whenever y’all take pics in your ✨fancy outfits ✨ for formal event, he acts as though you are second most beautiful thing on the face of this earth 😍 (second to him ofc)

but he only does that so he can keep up the reputation he has of being effortlessly confident bc he’s scared that if it slips for even a second, everyone will see how truly insecure he is

truthfully, in his eyes, you come first place by miles (❤ ω ❤)

like srsly, you’re so gorgeous in that dress!! he hopes that you know that he is joking about the whole ‘second place’ thing bc you should be able to tell by the way he looks at you that you’re genuinely the most striking person he’s ever laid his eyes on 

you never acted overly confident in front of him but he definitely didn’t think you were as insecure as you are

he thought you were just..humble :)

sometimes he’d hear you mutter something mean about yourself as you passed the mirror but he paid no mind to it as he figured that you just cared about your appearance and wanted to maintain a certain image

however, once he was made aware that you didn’t want to maintain your image but rather, change it - he never let you murmur anything nasty about yourself under your breath ever again, not without proceeding to tackle you to the ground and shower you with his love, affection & praise 💞💕❤

and he never made a ‘second place’ joke ever again, he started his honesty streak by reassuring you that you’ll always be the number one in his eyes 🤩

also, after that, he was a lot more open about his own insecurities with you and you made sure to respect them and help him in a similar way that he did

there is just so much love and admiration between the two of you and at first you were both to shy to express it but now, you both are showering each other in compliments 24/7 bc you both just want the other one to know how perfect you view them as (❁´◡`❁)

Atsumu Miya

atsumu is a hypeman like oikawa but...better :)

IT’S BC HE HAS NO SHAME

he’ll compliment you on anything you wear and he makes it a point to use the most inappropriate compliment as possible, relative to the outfit you’re wearing

so if you’re wearing your pyjamas, he’ll call you ‘glamourous’

if you are wearing a swimsuit, he’ll call you ‘elegant’

if you’re in your work clothes/school uniform, he’ll call you ‘sexy’

and if you’re in lingerie, he’ll call you ‘adorable’

but it makes you blush so hey, no complaints

so when he finds out that you’re actually insecure about your weight, he’s just like ‘no ❤’

like he hates the idea that when you look in the mirror, you don’t see the god(dess) he sees

like why? it’s the same person

💞 fuck ‘perception’ 💞

💕 ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ TF YOU ARE THE FUCKING BEAUTY💕

grrr he was so mad  

but he was also soft 

he was like ‘if (y/n) insecure? then why hot? then why pretty? then why fit perfectly into my arms?’

plus, THIGHS

he’d never diss a person bc they had small thighs or anything BUT he’d also NEVER complain about being given the chance to be with someone with some good thighs 👍

tbh the best could do to help was compliment you ten times harder to eliMINATE ALL YOUR INSECURIES 

(and ofc i don’t mean that in a way - for example - if you’re insecure about your nose, he’ll fkn chop it off......he won’t chop your nose off LMAO he’ll just show you how much he loves it, to the point where you have no choice but to love it too ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ )

anyway, plz love (or at least, tolerate) yourself or else he’ll suffocate you with all his love and affection :D

Osamu Miya

osamu is at a loss when it comes to typical beauty standards tbh

to him, weight (and most things) are similar to..hand size, for example

just like how you can’t imagine someone feeling self-conscious about the size of their hand (especially if their hand is a healthy size) 

he can’t imagine why some one would be shamed for their weight (especially if they’re a healthy size)

so had no idea you could possibly be insecure about something like that and he probably on realised after a few years in the relationship 😅

there was a formal event coming up and y’all were going as dates so you wanted to shop for outfits together 

as couples do ✌

anyway, he was on a dress site, scrolling away until you pointed out one that you thought was pretty - and it matched the color of the tie osamu bought too!

it was a fair price (for a formal dress 🙄 which is probably like $68/50) so osamu was like ‘buy it then ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’  bc he thought it would so gorgeous on you 

but you were like ‘no’

and after he pried further, you explained how you thought it wouldn’t ‘suit your body type’ 

GRRR HE dislikes IT WHEN PPL SAY THIS SO MUCH BC HOE YOU DON’T HAVE A BODY TYPE YOU’VE GOT A BODY 😡💕 WEAR THE DAMN DRESS IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BEAUTIFUL 

but like deadass it’s not your blood type-  it’s just a thing ppl made up to make ppl (mostly women) feel bad about themselves for no reason

but that might just be his inner atsumu talking 🤷‍♂️

he didn’t even know what to say at first- he was just like ????? body type ????

but once he figured out what you meant, he still had no idea what to say- at least, without sounding rude

what if someone came up to you and told you they were insecure about the shape of their knee.......what do you even say???

so he was silent for like the rest of the day

you decided to give him some space just in case something happened which had upset him

he had no idea what to say, in all honesty, so he hoped that his actions spoke louder than words 

around 3 days had passed since you last spoke to osamu and you were beginning to think something you had said made him uncomfortable

you were studying in your room until there was a ring at your door so you rushed downstairs and you opened it to reveal a package sitting on your doormat

you had recently ordered some cleaning equipment so you were sure that the content of the package was probably that

so imagine your surprise when you tear it open to reveal  — you guessed it —  the dress 💕

Rintarō Suna

when he says that he doesn’t care what ppl look like, he means it

he upkeeps his own appearance though bc..it’s his!

like why would he care about what weight you are? that’s none of his business

as you can tell, he’s generally not shallow but sometimes when y’all are just cuddling and your face is pressed to his chest, the words ‘you’re so cute’ just fall from his lips

so ofc he appreciates compliments over his skills, personality, humour etc over flattery about his appearance 

hence, the praise he gives you is usually based around those things too bc he just thinks that you’re just like him in the fact you don’t appreciate skin-deep comments

so when he found out that you’re actually insecure about your weight (or something else), he kinda blames himself

he thinks that the whole reason you’re not extremely confident in your appearance is all due to him and the fact he fact he maybe didn’t compliment you on your looks enough  — but that’s not to say that he doesn’t think you’re beautiful 

you’re the most radiant person he’s ever laid his eyes on and he thought you knew that regardless of whether he vocalised it or not

he wasn’t really sure what to do tbh

bc he loved you and wanted to comfort you ofc but he was scared of making things worse

like what if something he says accidentally makes you so upset that you break-up with him 😭

but he knew he couldn’t just stay silent about the issue, especially when he wanted to say to much

thus, he sent you a heartfelt message on discord 

(rather than snap, whatsapp etc so he could edit it after he posts it bc knowing him, he’ll probably write something, reread it ten times then as soon as he hits send, he spots a bunch of mistakes)

and he’d explain how you’re simply divine regardless of your insecurity and if anything, it just makes you cuter 😍

ok ok so i really don’t want it so seem like he has a fetish bc HE DOESN’T 

but he think your curves are so fun and pretty ❤ 

like everything about you is pretty but suna just can’t comprehend why you’re insecure about something like your weight when he literally adores it (bc he adores everything about you) 

[eclipsedpascal]

Lavender Bruises

Older!Duncan x Female reader

A meeting with you and your father’s company’s buyers, leads to the shocking realisation that you had unknowingly slept with it’s new owner, Duncan Shepherd, just the night before. You needed to hide this sinful secret from your father, which left you stuck between wanting to make him proud and the unsatisfied craving you couldn’t ignore for Duncan to claim you as his personal toy. But you could manage both. Right?

Warnings: mentions of work (ew), alcohol, one night stands, large age gap, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, public sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), intercourse, spit kink, slapping, spanking, hickeys, bruising, degrading/teasing, mouth fucking with fingers? is that a thing?, hair pulling and a ring kink ig:)

Notes: I've been writing this for fkn MONTHS now bcs I kept loosing inspiration, so this is actually the first thing I ever properly wrote! it's kinda complicated ig? idk like the parts in bold are a time skip to the night before and the fic goes in-between the meeting the reader is at and the previous night, meaning there’s two separate smut scenes so!!! but yeah i'm a whore lmao. Also ik hickeys don’t show up the same on certain skin tones and i’m sorry for that. i tried my best to be as inclusive as possible nd didn’t mention anything to do with the skin tone. Also!! if you're interested, I was listening to Cherry lips by garbage most the time I was writing this nd I feel like it fits it pretty well😌

Word count: 8.4k

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Going over the logistics of a content deal with the conglomerate that had recently bought your fathers newspaper wasn't the most preferable way for you to spend your lunch, but unfortunately it was necessary.

You know how these “lunches” go; business meetings disguised as casual discussions. They’re exactly the same if taken place in a conference room. Disagreeing and having to come to compromises you’d rather not, with the only differences being there's more chatter and cluttered noise of dinnerware coming from the restaurant around you.

You much preferred being in the office for these kind of things, but it was at the request of the new owners that you meet here, meaning you didn’t really have choice.

As you arrived at the restaurant you saw your father inside, waiting for your arrival just past the main entrances oversized, glass doors. You were almost 10 minutes late now and you knew he would be pissed. Honestly, you couldn't blame him.

Having to rush through a traffic riddled DC to get home at 10 in the morning because you had spent the previous night in a strangers hotel bed wasn't your proudest moment. Was it worth it? Yes, but it didn’t exactly leave you with much time to prepare for the lunch only two hours later.

You payed the driver and stepped out of the cab onto the drowning, wet sidewalk, desperately trying to shield yourself from the relentless rain that had been pouring down on the city all morning.

Looking up at the grand building on front of you, you could tell the place was going to be expensive. The entrances steps were 12ft wide and made of a pearly white marble that was now soaked with cascading rain water, making them even harder for you to run up in your heels as you tried escape the cold.

“Y/N, where have you been? You're 10 minutes late and these people don't like to be kept waiting." The people your father was referring to? the owners of Gardner Analytics. they had bought what seemed like hundreds of press company's over the past few years, especially those in the DC area. Their most recent purchase being the Washington herald, of which your father was the Editor-in-chief. You had been working there for a few months as your fathers assistant and helping out at these meetings had become routine.

“I'm so so sorry, my alarm didn't wake me and I-“

"It's fine" He interrupted "It's fine, just please tell me you have the documents I asked you to bring?" You could tell he was stressed out from the way his voice was wavering and how often he was stumbling over his words, so instead of trying to explain yourself any further you stayed quiet and did your best to take in as much of the information he was relaying onto you as you possibly could.

As he led you through the dinning room he explained to you who else was there, telling you that the others from the herald who were attending the lunch had already began talks with Gardener Analytics at the table ten minutes prior.

The closer you got to the table the more your fathers voice faltered, trying to round off the conversation so he could properly introduce himself when the time came. "Now Bill Shepherd had to cancel last minute, said it was something to do with his health unfortunately. But not to worry! I've spoken with him over the phone and he's informed me his nephew is filling in for him, okay?”

Before you even had a chance to reply he turned from you, reaching over the table to shake hands with a man you recognised as Seth Grayson; their director of communications, and an older woman who you assumed was Annette Shepherd. She and her brother Bill were the owner's of Gardner Analytics and your father had said it was important he got on their good side.

As your father greeted the others, you began retrieving the documents out of your bag, knowing they would be needed by Seth right away.

"..So sorry for the delay Mr Shepherd, you know how DC traffic can be" Your father chuckled slightly as he shook the man’s hand, making some light small talk. Mr Shepherd? that must be bill’s nephew, you thought.

You felt even more unprepared now; you didn’t even know the man’s name.

"This is my daughter and assistant, Y/N" Upon hearing your father introduce you to the mystery Shepherd, you slotted the documents under one arm and reached out to shake his hand with your other.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shepherd" But as you shifted your gaze up to his own, you realised that there was no need for introductions.

He smiled gently, a kind of smug delight obvious in his eyes as he looked you up and down, taking you all in. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/L/N"

He released your hand from his grasp, moving to clasp his own behind his back. “But please, call me Duncan.”

Duncan fucking Shepherd. how could you be so oblivious? The two of you had spent hours together last night. How hadn't you figured out who he was? As panic ripped through you like a wildfire, you wondered if Duncan was feeling the same way; but from the look on his face, he was enjoying this.

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11:34pm previous night

It was getting pretty late now, and meeting someone who could fuck the stress out of you was becoming less and less likely by the minute. so deciding to finish your drink and leave, you took in the room one last time; making sure you hadn’t missed anyone interesting.

The fluorescent red and blue lighting of the expensive hotel bar was just bright enough for you to spot an older man you hadn’t noticed before. He must have been at least 40. He was sat in a booth with five or six others, all drinking, laughing and joking, yet he was staring at you.

Taking the seat next to you, he called out to the bartender. “Bourbon. Neat.”

You'd been waiting for him to come over ever since you saw him. It had been 20 minutes or so of quick glances and smiles to each other before the group of men he had been with dissipated. You had heard one of the men he was with refer to him as ‘Duncan’ when he had said his goodbyes, but other than that all you could assume about the man was that he was rich; judging by the all black LV suit he was wearing.

"Can I buy you a drink?” Turning to face at him when you heard him speak, you were practically stupefied by how attractive he was. His hair was full of shiny grey streaks that aged him. His stubble complimented his cheekbones perfectly and the speckles of grey throughout it helped bring out the brightness of his piercing blue eyes. His lips were full, and you couldn't help but notice how soft they looked.

“Vodka and coke” You smiled, trying your best to be confidant, but they way he was looking at you was giving you butterfly's you couldn’t swat away.

“I.D?” The bartender asked. You grabbed it out of your purse, proving your age to the bartender before watching him walk away to make your drink.

There was a brief silence before the man spoke again. “I hope my staring didn’t bother you, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.” His flattery almost made you blush, but he wasn’t going to get you with a line that bad.

“Didn’t bother me at all, though i’m sure your friends there must have been envious” You chose to ignore his cheesy line, knowing that as much as you wanted him to take you there and then, you would much prefer making him work for it.

He chuckled slightly, knowing the game you had chosen to play. he looked away from you and down into his glass before taking a swig of the golden-brown liquor that occupied it. “Well I’m known to be quite a busy man, so I’m sure they understood.” He turned to face you slightly, waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

“Busy enough of a man to be drinking on a Tuesday night?” You questioned him teasingly, Ignoring that you yourself had the most important meeting of your young career in just over twelve hours.

“Is that really such a surprise? Most times being so busy is the main reason for drinking” He joked with you as he flirted, making it hard for you to keep eye contact without going red at the thought of such a beautiful man seeking your attention.

Duncan could see how nervous you were under the confident demeanour you had put on, I mean you were practically screaming it out to him at this point. The way you were fidgeting with the chain of your silver earring as you leaned against the bar and the fact you couldn’t even look at him for longer than 3 seconds without blushing was evidence enough for him.

“Well, that’s true.” You giggled a little as you spoke in your anxious state.

Taking a hold of your drink, you wrapped your lips around the paper straw and moved your gaze over to the bartender who was now serving someone a few seats down, attempting to distract and ground yourself from the situation at hand.

You were gripped back into reality quickly when you heard him speak again.

“There’s no need to be so nervous, I’m not going to eat you.” You found his use of the phrase quite ironic, being that’s exactly how it seemed. His eyes were piercing into you in an almost questioning manner, but when he gazed over your body, taking in your satin, black slip dress covered curves, the swipe of his tongue against his plump bottom lip gave you a very different impression; an impression he wanted to devour you. It was as if he thought you were that sweet snack he had been craving all week.

“No? That's a shame” You faked a frown, pouting as you moved to rest your chin on your hand.

“Well I think we should at least be aware of each others names before making such wild propositions, don’t you…?” His smirk never seemed to leave his face as he spoke.

He was good at this game, better than you at least. Of course It was obvious he was going to have had more experience with his age and all, but the way he was charming you so easily with just plain old conversation and confidence was getting harder and harder to match.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” You batted your eyelashes at him a little, for some reason feeling smaller upon revealing your name to him. You felt as if you had lost the upper hand in the conversation suddenly.

“Hm, Y/N. That’s beautiful.” You rolled your eyes. Of course it is. Thats what they all say. You thought.

“Aren't you going to ask mine?” His ego now showing, you decided to make a bolder move.

“You rather fancy yourself, don’t you, Duncan?”

He finished his drink and moved closer to you. “Oh, so you already know my name?”

He was close enough to you now that you could make out the many beauty marks which decorated his cheekbones and hear the rasp of his voice even better than before. It was thick as honey and just as sweet too.

“I heard your friend call you it.” You quickly replied.

He scoffed a little, finding amusement in what he was about to say. He brought his face down closer to yours and began to run his fingers through your hair. “Hm, well he’s an old friend sweetheart. Most people would call me Mr Shepherd.”

You felt yourself grow hot, Duncans words casting a haze of complete lust over your mind.

You did your best to stay confidant, doing everything you could to ensure you didn't loose this game the two of you were playing. “Really? Is that what you like? Mr Shepherd.”

Your faces were so close to each others now that you could smell the bourbon on his breath when he let out a loud chuckle. His pearly whites showing as he did so. You even felt him graze his stubble against your cheek.

“Mhmm.” He ran his finger over your lips as he spoke slowly. "So tell me, what is it that does it for you Y/N? Hm? I mean a girl your age doesn’t decide to stare at a man like me all night just for the hell of it. So what is it? The power? The money? Or is it the age gap so big I could be your father?”

You squeeze your legs together as his sentence finishes, letting out a hushed whimper. Of course you were attracted to older men, that was obvious, but hearing him say it out loud in public whilst being so close to you turned you on even more than you thought previously possible.

He chuckled a little, “So it’s the age then, is it sweetheart? The idea of having a man more.. experienced pleasure you, instead of a man who would leave you to fend for yourself after finishing in less than five minutes. You want someone who can make you cum so hard you’d be begging him to make it stop, don’t you?” Every move Duncan made, every word he spoke was calculated, and it was all in pursuit of teasing you just because he knew he could.

You made a mental note of his nickname for you as you looked up at him. You felt his fingers run across your cheek and then push some stray hairs back behind your ear as you desperately tried to think of something smart to say, anything to say; but he had won. He knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as bad. You didn’t even care anymore. You were more than ready to give what little of a resolve you still had up to him.

He whispered to you as he moved his spare hand up the small of your back. “Now little one, I have the presidential suite of this hotel under my name tonight. So what do you say we go on up? Since now we're just so well aquatinted."

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Having to take part in a meeting with your father and the man double your age that you had fucked for hours the night before was NOT what you had planned for today.

“Mr Shepherd, I apologise that I didn’t make it here on time. I had a pretty hectic morning.” You did your best to keep your chill in your now shocked state, but with everyone watching the two of you it wasn’t easy.

“No don’t worry, I know how DC traffic can be, especially in this weather. As long as you're here now.” A wide smile was planted on his face as he spoke. The same as last night. He never broke eye contact with you, and you found yourself wondering how he could do it so easily.

“Please, sit.” He gestured you over to take a seat as he pulled out the chair next to his own. You thanked him politely and sat down, your mind racing and spiralling out of control at the thought of your father discovering the sinful deeds you and his new boss had taken part in just hours prior.

You felt him tuck you into the table before sitting down next to you. You could hear the voices of the restaurant that surrounded you and the others at the table coming at you. Every noise was muffled, as if your head was suddenly underwater.

“Y/N?” You were quickly brought back to reality when you heard Seth question you.

“From my understating you have the merger documents in your belonging, yes?” He looked at your father for reassurance this was definitely case as he spoke. So with everyone at the table’s eyes on you, you slid the documents over to him.

“Yes! And uhm the specifications for the more politically based content changes are detailed on page 25. I was told that was of high interest today?” You got yourself back on track, trying to stay as professional as possible whilst ignoring Duncan and the predicament you had found yourself in.

“We were briefly discussing the more major changes before you arrived Mr Y/L/N, but I believe you’ve already been made aware of most them?” Duncan addressed your father, kicking the meeting off. But you couldn’t concentrate. You were listening to the conversation, you really were! It was just that you were so wrapped up in Duncan’s voice you couldn’t actually understand what the fuck they were all talking about.

Seeing him so invested in the crucial conversation he was having with your father and the many other associates at the table was just doing something to you.

Observing the way his hands were moving when he spoke, you noticed how he would often clasp them together when he was explaining things, and how he would tilt his head slightly as he listened. His bronzed curls were combed to perfection, resting delicately on the right side of his face and when he licked his bottom lip, it sent a shiver down through your spine all the way to your cunt. You were entirely captivated by him.

Hearing your Father ask for your opinion on the subject being discussed, you shook off the spell Duncan’s attractiveness had casted onto you and responded, giving your perspective on the subject.

Duncan relaxed into his seat a little more as he watched you talking. He knew you had been staring at him, but it was cute, he thought. Almost endearing seeing you get so flustered at just the sight of him. He had seen you squirming around in your seat whilst you watched him and decided the accidental teasing wasn’t enough; he wanted to toy with you more. As much as he possibly could.

“You know, if you’re trying hide what’s happened between us then you might consider making your staring a little less obvious, sweetheart.” He was speaking quietly enough for nobody else to hear and not looking in your direction, pretending to still partake in the tables back-and-forth. Still the fear of your father, who was sat just across the table, overhearing Duncans remarks was petrifying.

You knew you couldn’t let your craving for him and the confusion from not knowing who he was last night effect the meeting, but there he was with that nickname again, stirring your desire even further.

“How are you even here?” You let your frustrations out onto him as you talked back, his cocky attitude getting to you too easily with the stress you were under. “I’m trying so hard not to ruin today and this situation isn’t helping! They’ll fire me if I mess this up and I’ll be fucked! Which surprisingly, I’d prefer not to be!” Your whispering was pretty aggressive, but could you really blame yourself?! This kind of coincidence was rare, so you had every right to be mad at the universe for letting it occur on today of all days.

His ego not faltering for even a second, he chuckled. “Oh you don’t wanna get fucked? Funny, because I remember you saying the exact opposite last night.”

He grazed his hand across your inner thigh, massaging it gently before diving underneath the little black pencil skirt you were wearing to grip onto your flushed skin.

You scoffed at his words and looked up at him, shocked at how bold he was being and expecting some kind of response from him, but he didn’t even look your way. You assumed this was so no attention was brought to the two of you and so you followed his lead, turning away from him just as fast as you had looked.

With the heat of your cunt having grown far too intense to bear, any friction that wasn’t your own thighs pressing up against each other was to be welcomed. So you decided not to stop him. In fact you did the exact opposite, spreading your thighs wider for him, not having the self control or restraint to keep yourself from him any longer.

His hand moved closer to where you needed him most, diving under the crotch of your underwear to swipe his fingers over your slick folds and immediately begin rubbing circles onto your neglected clit.

You stifled a moan, leaning onto the table on front of you to keep yourself steady as he touched you. Finally, he moved his gaze to rest on you, watching you as you struggled to stay silent. He whispered once more, “Always so wet for me, aren't you princess?”

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As soon as you entered the suite, Duncan gripped onto your waist, pushing you up against the door and cradling your cheek with his spare hand before smashing his lips into yours.

His tongue slipped past your lips, dancing with yours whilst he moved his hands all over your body, clutching onto your breasts and then moving them down to explore the rest of you.

He lifted your dress up just enough so he could grip your ass. Pulling you closer to him and making you feel his bulge against your hips, you were too short in comparison to him to feel him where you wanted to most.

He spoke to you in kisses, telling you of how ravenous he was for you and that he was going to savour every moment. He moved his lips down, trailing open mouthed kisses from your neck to your collarbones and to the top of your breasts.

“This fucking dress” He took ahold of the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your head with urgency as you lifted your arms to better help him strip you. Throwing the dress down onto the floor and hearing it land somewhere behind him, he admired your body and it’s curves.

“The perfect wrapping for such an enticing present.” He finished his sentence. Immediately grabbing at your breasts, sucking and kissing them.

You couldn’t speak, too enthralled with the technique of his tongue swirling around your nipple to do anything but moan in response to him.

You threw your head back against the door, staring up that the beautifully patterned ceiling in pure ecstasy. You felt him drag a callused hand down to the waistband of your Lacy white panties, tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach as he traced his fingers over it. His finger tips running across the little white bow that centred the waistband.

He collapsed down to his knees, yanking the delicate lingerie as he fell, leaving it to puddle around your ankles.

He teased your heat, moving from kissing the skin of your thighs to your folds, but not yet reaching the lengths you wanted him to, only adding fuel to the fire in between your legs.

“Please Duncan-” you begged him, desperately needing some kind of release from the binds of lust he had managed to wrap you in over the past 45 minutes.

“Ah ah, don't you remember? You don’t get to call me that.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry, Mr Shepherd.” You corrected yourself, recalling the conversation you had with him prior to coming upstairs.

“Mhmm, now as magnificent as that name sounds coming from you, I know that there’s something else you’d rather call me.” He hummed in disapproval, calmly redirecting your choice of name for him and reassuringly pressing his lips onto your clit.

You let out a stuttered gasp, you did want to call him that, but now you felt nervous due to the build up he had created.

“Com’n, sweetheart. Do you think I don't know why you’re here in the first place? Why else would you be sat all alone in the bar of a hotel you weren’t even staying at? You’re just another slut with daddy issues, sneaking down to an expensive hotel to scavenge for any man good enough to fuck you into submission. Isn’t that right?”

Mildly insulted at his all too accurate observation of you, but enjoying the effect his degrading words have on you none the less, you gave him what he wanted. “Mm yes daddy!” You whimpered out, admitting your ploy to him.

A low rumble emitted from his chest, your words setting off some kind of animal inside him. He dove his face down into your pussy, starting by sucking on your clit gently, flicking his tongue over it and applying more and more pressure as you writhed above him.

His mouth was closed around you now, his grey, speckled stubble scratching your already inflamed skin. You were taken aback by his skills, intwining your fingers through the curls in his hair and tugging on them with every wave of pleasure that hit you.

He snaked his large hand around your thigh, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder while he ate you out. Enjoying the new angle he was utilising, he hummed, sending vibrations through your nerves up to the pit of your stomach, bringing you closer to your climax.

“Mmh.. fuck daddy, i’m gonna cum!” He didn’t let off, his tongue perhaps fucking into you even faster since you told him how close you were. You locked stares as your orgasm took over your body, your lips forming an o as you screwed your eyebrows together in rapture.

He came back up, letting you taste yourself and he placed his lips on yours again. You eased into the kiss, a relaxed haze having taken over your body in your post-orgasm state. Feeling a slight breeze flow up the side of your form, you realised that Duncan still had all his clothes on whilst you had none. Deciding you needed to change this as soon as possible, you began unbuttoning his suit’s matching black blazer and shirt, rushing to feel his skin on yours.

He helped you, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders as you began to unthread his leather belt from the loops of his trousers. “You’re so impatient, little one.” He spoke.

“I think I’ve waited long enough, daddy.” You smirked, dropping the belt at his feet.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor you reached up, gliding your hands across the expanse of his bear chest, taking notice of how small your hands appeared in comparison to him. He watched you, relishing in the glimmer of entrancement that shone through your eyes as you ingested him.

He lifted you, his strong arms carrying you bridal style towards the king sized bed and throwing you down onto its crisp, satin sheets. Grabbing your ankles, he dragged you down the bed towards him and finished taking his pants off. His cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, smacking against his stomach.

He clambered onto the bed, resting on his knees as he jerked himself in his hand, reluctantly groaning out at the first contact his neglected cock had received all night. His pressing cock had made it unfathomably hard not to just fuck you up against the door when he saw that sweet little way in which your face scrunched up as you came.

You were practically drooling, watching him fuck himself into his fist as his eyes scanned across your naked body. Not being able to wait any longer and wanting to finally feel his cock on your skin, you sat up slightly and reached out to touch him. But before you got the chance, he shoved you back down. leaning over you, he held your wrists down against the pillows with one hand and wrapped his other around your delicate throat.

“So greedy, baby” he stoked his thumb over the skin of your neck as he made his observation, watching you struggle underneath him.

“I just know what I want.” You toyed, your voiced coming out slightly muffled with the pressure of his large hand covering your voice box.

“Such an attitude, too.” His cock brushes over your cunt as he sways his head from side to side in disappointment and disproval. “Now sweetheart, you’re gonna stay exactly where you are and daddy’s gonna fuck you just like this, okay? So he can see that pretty little face of yours.”

You gulp at his words, anticipating the feeling of having him inside you. “Please just fuck me. Please.” You knew you sounded absolutely pathetic, but you didn’t care. Just needing him plummeting in and out of you as soon as possible.

He chuckled at your neediness. Taking his hands back from your wrists and grasping his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing in, he let you adjust to his size.

Moaning out, you dug your nails into the bed sheets, watching his head drop down to yours as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck, you take me so well.”

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He slipped his ringed finger into you, pushing against your spongy walls whilst you made a desperate attempt to suppress your moans. You bite down onto your nails, your elbow resting on the table as you put all your weight onto it for some kind of crutch.

He began with a slow pace, making sure you would feel every little movement he made. You heard him join into the conversation once again, mentioning something about an article he had seen from the Herald last month which had impressed him. You weren't even sure. You couldn't think for the pulsing beat of your own heart that filled your ears.

“You all right there, Y/N?” Your heavy breathing must have been a dead give away for something being up, being your father was now questioning you.

You felt Duncan stop his movements momentarily, joining the rest of the table in their standstill, staring at you as they awaited a reply, but his little act of sincerity didn't last too long.

“Yeah, uhm-“ you felt him slide a 2nd figure in, making you fake a cough as to stop the cry desperately trying to escape your throat from doing so.

“Yeah, I’m uh, just thirsty.” Hoping this would ward off the worried looks you were receiving, you were shocked when you heard Duncan chime in. “Oh don’t worry, we can get you something.”

He called the waiter over, asking him for a pitcher of lemonade and thanking him as he walked away, back towards the kitchen. You would have preferred some water, you thought, but you were far too focused on what was going on underneath the table to say anything.

“Now, where were we?” Seth began talking once more, bringing the attention back to where it should be. But Duncan? No. His attention stayed on you. Even more focused on fucking his fingers into than before, he sped up and began going even deeper now, curling them upwards until you were twitching.

You looked up at him pleadingly. You were getting too close to cumming for your own liking, so you grabbed onto his thigh and dug your nails into his expensive black dress pants, warning him. He shot you a devious grin, scissoring his fingers inside you and pressing his thumb down to rub sweet circles on your hooded clit, letting you know he didn’t intend on stopping.

He looked behind you suddenly. Following his gaze, you snapped your head to the side, trying to get a good look at what had grabbed his attention so abruptly.

It was the waiter. He had arrived with the pitcher of lemonade in hand and yet Duncan was still plummeting his hand into your pussy with such a speed you began to wonder if someone had actually noticed what was truly going on. I mean the waiter must know.

At this point you had let far too many questionable gasps leave your mouth, your breathing had become even more erratic as you grew closer to your orgasm. He knew you were about to break before he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you, wiping the juices that coated them back and front onto your skirt so he could pick up the glass on front of you, leaving you unsatisfied.

You scrambled to collect your thoughts and breath as he picked up the pitcher, pouring the ice cooled lemonade into your glass.

“Here.” He spoke. You lifted a shaky hand up to take the glass from him when the grasp he had on it ‘slipped’, spilling the contents of it the onto your lap.

“Oh!’ You jumped up, making the sweet, sticky liquid run off your skirt to your thighs, dripping down your legs and eventually onto the floor. The now empty glass falling with it.

“I am so sorry, Miss Y/L/N.” He picked up the glass, sitting it on the table before joining you in standing. Now he was stood, you could clearly see the dark tint of his cock straining against the constrictive fabric that was his dress pants. It sent a pulse of lust through your cunt.

“Duncan!” Hearing Annette voice her annoyance at her son for being so clumsy almost made you laugh. It was quite amusing seeing his mother reprimand him, being he was a grown man in his 40s.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I-I’ll just go clean myself up in the bathroom. I don’t want to distract the meeting anymore than I already have.” You made eye contact with your father as he rubbed his temples.

He was annoyed at the scene you and Duncan had caused. You gave him an apologetic look, feeling bad for stressing him out even more than you already had with being late, but knowing it was technically Duncan’s fault and not yours.

“Please, let me help you clean up.” Duncan pushed his chair in, quickly grabbing some napkins off the table and resting his hand on your back to guide you towards the nearest bathroom, walking as fast as your weak legs would let him.

His hand stayed delicately placed on the small of your back, until you were out of the tables sight, at which point he took hold of your arm, clutching it like a vice as he dragged you through the bathroom door.

He locked the door behind him in preparation for what was to come. He needed to make sure nobody would be walking in on what he was about to do to you.

Looking back towards you, satisfied as ever now he had you alone, he waltzed on over, pinning you up against the counter with force. You could smell him on you again, same cologne from the night before. Dior, you guessed.

“You’re not very good at staying quiet, are you, Sweetheart?” He mused, hoisting you up onto the counter and forcefully cradling your face with both hands as he moved to kiss you deeply. His tongue ravenously re-familiarising itself with your mouth.

“You almost got us caught back there.” He spoke in between kisses. “Your poor, naive father, watching you. He was probably wondering why you kept squirming.” He voiced a dark giggle, moving down to suckle on your neck and push your skirt up your thighs.

“I almost got us caught? No. Y-you almost got us caught when you decided putting a second f-FUCK, finger into me whilst I was talking to him was a good idea!” You choked out, doing your best to fight through the pleasure of his lips finally grazing your skin as you watched him pull your panties down and slot them into his pants pocket.

“Awh poor baby. Did you not want your daddy knowing that you’re a greedy little slut for his new boss? Hm?” He admired the blossoming lavender and cherry bruises now forming on your neck as he teased, marvelling at the idea they could be noticed by your father once you finished.

He quickly opened his fly, pulling his dress pants and boxers down just enough that he could pump his cock in his hand. Gripping onto your hips for purchase, his fingers dug into you so viciously you could feel the marks he had left the night before. You knew after this, there would surely be more.

He thrust himself into you, earning a loud wail to fall from your lips. You arched your spine at the feeling of him pounding into you, making your head fall back against the mirror behind you. His hand shot up to the it as he gathered more speed, his pace growing far faster than you had anticipated.

“Was it too much for you? Taking my fingers in your cunt whilst you were trying oh so hard to concentrate? I almost made you cum on front of everyone.” You moaned out at his grotesque words, pulling your head up to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“Answer me.” He pulled your chin up back to look at him, still pounding into you. The sound of your skin slapping against one another’s felt even louder in the small, tiled bathroom.

“Yes daddy! It was too much for me - AHH!!” You let yourself go limp against the mirror, giving yourself up to him entirely and wanting nothing more than for him to use you like his personal rag doll.

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Your throat was growing hoarser with every squeal you made. Duncan had been fucking you ruthlessly for what felt like hours now, constantly changing his pace from calm to aggressive and back again. His lips were mouthing over your peaked nipples, tongue slathering trails of saliva across your skin and teeth scrapping over dozens of tiny goosebumps.

“Such a filthy, fucking whore for me.” Squeezing down on your neck with one hand he uses his other to slap you. His ringed hand coming down across your fleshy cheek with a loud crack.

You gasped out, shocked at this move and feeling reinvigorated by the suddenness of it. His abuse only made you more attracted to him, causing your cunt to puddle its juices around his cock.

Slowing his thrusts down to an almost complete halt, he grabbed your jaw, yanking your mouth open just enough that when he dripped his spit down you could catch it. You moaned at the filth of his actions, tasting the bourbon he had drank earlier at the bar.

Following the thick thread of salvia that connected the two of you to each other, he brought his face back down to yours, bringing your sloppy lips together. Never giving you the chance to close your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.

Your lips part, foreheads leaning on each other with eyes locked as you scream and moan at his brutal fucking. “Such a good girl.” He praised you.

“Thank you daddy!!” You cry out, feeling tears brimming in your eyes at the deepness of his cock. You knew he was going to be good when he first pushed you up again that door, but this was insane. You had never felt his turned on before. Loving being completely at his mercy, but receiving none.

He pulled out suddenly, wrapping his hands around your stomach and flipping you over to your front. You got the just of what he wanted and clambered onto your hands and knees for him. He pushed his cock back into your folds, hips ricocheting off your ass immediately.

He pulled at your hair, lifting you up to his chest as he gruffed and groaned. He was much larger than you, making it easy for him to pull your head back enough that he could see the expression on your lust enthralled face.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He demands, spanking your ass cheek and twisting your hair around in his hand. His other hand moved to your gaping mouth, pushing two fingers inside so you taste the metallic bite of his silver band.

You gag as he fucks your mouth, mumbling around his fingers in a desperate attempt at begging him to allow you to cum. You were getting so close now. You guys had been going for so long and your impending release wasn’t going to wait much longer.

“Fuckk, don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s close too.” He took his fingers out of your mouth, bringing them down to your clit and swiping at it furiously. You could feel your own spit on his fingers as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Ohh Daddy’s gonna come so deep inside you, little one.. would you like that?” His breathes were uneven. Thrusts uncontrolled and sloppy.

“Yes!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK Daddy I’m cumming!!” Your cunt pulsated around his shaft, squeezing his own orgasm out of him even sooner than he expected as you screamed. You could taste the saltiness of your own tears, them having run down your cheekbones and into your agape mouth.

His cum flooded your walls, filling you up with his hips pressed against yours as he enveloped you in an embrace from behind. He uttered out a shudder against your temple, his breathe feeling hot and damp on your skin.

He set you back down on the bed and pulled his softening shaft out of you, moving his large hands back to your hips as your own gave out and fell underneath you, pressing your face into the sheets. You eventually rolled over to lay on your back, wanting to let your aftershocks roll through your quivering limbs more comfortably.

He fell down onto the duvet next to you, propping himself up on his side slightly and pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss on your swollen lips. “You alright? I didn't hurt too bad now, did I?” He stroked your face, words alluring as ever now your resting bare bodies were tangled up together in a complete stand still.

“Nothing that I didn't enjoy, no.” You joked, lightly drawing intricate shapes on his arm with your fingertips, still harnessing the blemishing sting his ring had left under your cheekbone. “I’d say we're pretty well aquatinted now; wouldn’t you, Daddy?”

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You could feel cool drips of perspiration slipping down your heated skin from your forehead to your collar bones and all you could do was hope they hadn't taken any of the concealer you had applied earlier this morning with them. You had needed to cover the bruise Duncan’s ring had so easily left on your cheek the night before, since you really didn't want your father or anyone else from work seeing it.

Duncan’s cock was curving in all the right places as he hammered into you. His pace and brutality showing you stars. He seemed even more confident than he did yesterday. Having had experience with you, he knew that you could take his most heinous savagery with delight and didn’t hold off one bit.

His huffs and groans were tantalising, growing louder and more uncontrolled as he fucked you into oblivion. His hand squeaked as it fell down the steamed mirror he leant on, leaving the glass behind you and finding its way to your jaw. He brought your face to his own and kissed you, loudly moaning into your open mouth.

You giggled through your mewls. “Mmm.. I thought I was the loud one, daddy.” You were amused that he had been teasing you so adamantly about the volume of your pleasure, when he was now the one making all the noise.

He paused, quirking an eyebrow at you before slamming his hips into you with a thrust so strong it made you practically scream out. “Oh, my apologises, sweetheart.” He smirked as he picked up his pace once more.

You wrapped your hands in his perfectly styled hair. You no longer cared who knew what was really happening in here, the thought didn’t even cross your mind. All you cared for was chasing your high. You rutted your hips on his and took his length entirely, feeling dangerously close to cumming.

“Fuckkk baby, daddy’s gonna cum okay?. Cum with me princess. Fall apart on my cock.” His unfocused thrusts had you coming undone in seconds. You held onto him tight, digging your nails into his shoulders and pulling at his curls as you cried out in ecstasy.

He shot his seed into you, feeling all his pent up frustrations from earlier at the table leave him as he pushed himself deep into your abused cunt. He didn’t even attempt to stifle his moans, too invested in finally receiving his release to realise just how loud he was being.

He rested his forehead on yours, your sweaty skin pressed against each other as you both attempted to catch your breathes after such a quick, ruthless fuck. You started laughing, finding it utterly ridiculous that you had spent the majority of a meeting you had been terrified for, getting fucked by your new boss (and the man you had fucked the night before) in a restaurant bathroom.

He joined in laughing, clearly finding humour within this strange situation too. Interrupting your laugh, he pushed his lips into yours, kissing you as if your lips were some kind of prize. You felt his cock slip from your cunt, his seed immediately spilling from it as you were left with a sudden, empty sensation.

He made quick work of zipping his pants back up and fastening his belt. You tugged your skirt back down to your thighs, being reminded of how Duncan had snatched your panties and stashed them in his pants pocket. You guessed you wouldn’t be getting them back anytime soon, which you were okay with, you just hoped nobody saw his remnants leaving you left the bathroom.

You flattened out your skirt and felt the wet sticky lemonade that still coated it. You had completely forgotten to clean it. “Fuck, my skirt's still sticky! Why would you order lemonade?” You whined; still mad he hadn’t just ordered some water.

Awaiting a reply, you turned to check your make up in the mirror. Luckily it was pretty light today, so it still looked good other than the bruise on your cheek now being slightly more obvious than before. What really concerned you was your neck. It was covered in every shade of purple and red you were aware existed. If your father and coworkers didn’t know what was going on from how weird you were being at the table before, or how long it had taken the two of you to finish in the bathroom, or the noises that were emitting from it, they would definitely know after seeing all the claims he had left on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that spilt water would have been a good enough excuse to get you all alone in here.” He chuckled to himself, leaning over to rest his chin on your head and wrapping his arms around your waist as he joked over his mischievousness.

“But we should probably head back out there. I’m sure your father’s going to apprentice the beautiful mosaic I’ve painted across your neck” he kissed the bruises he spoke of as he watched you through the mirror.

You scoffed at him, gifting yourself one last look before completely giving up on finding a way you could make your face and neck appear more presentable for heading back to the table.

Duncan opened the bathroom door, nodding his head towards the hallway and waiting for you to hurry up and join him.

The two of you started walking back, your legs struggling to take your weight with how weak they had become. Your heels clicked along the floor, making you far more aware of how soon you would be sitting back down with everyone from work. Like a clock counting down to all the judgmental stares you would surly be receiving.

You kept your eyes trained on the floor as you took your seat at the table. Seths voice trailed off upon seeing the two of you sit down, leaving you both in the middle of an uncomfortable silence that felt near suffocating.

“What took so long!” You could hear the anger and perhaps embarrassment in Annettes voice as she whispered to Duncan. She looked towards you, glaring and scowling before retiring her vision back to him. She was probably hoping that what she assumed to have occurred hadn’t, but from the marks clearly decorating your neck, she would have known it to be true.

“Oh, we just couldn’t get the lemonade out of her skirt.” He tut as he spoke to his mother, smiling and playing off any obvious suspicions. “I’m sorry, really.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, dripping with a sincerity you knew to be false.

“So what was it we were discussing?” he speaks louder now, addressing the rest of the table.

“Uhh actually, I think we have a deal.” Seth replied, looking over at him and then the rest of the table. You heard your father mutter something in agreement, but it was meek. Quiet. He must have felt the awkward tension too. It was ripe in the air, like a shiver you couldn’t shake off. You didn't even want to look at him, knowing If anyone there felt most uncomfortable, it was him.

Saying their goodbyes and finishing up with any last details, everyone stood to shake hands and bid their farewells. You felt your fathers scowl as he came and stood beside you, but you didn't dare look at him. You were too ashamed to face him whilst still with your coworkers.

Duncan walked over to your father, looking more satisfied than ever with his eyes still focused on you as he thanked him for meeting and shook his hand firmly.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr Y/L/N.” He let go of your fathers hand only to take a hold of yours. He grasped it delicately, a touch more gentle than he had ever shown you previously. Assuming he was trying you shake it, you were more than surprised when he raised it to his lips, kissing your rosey knuckles; still red from the tight grip you had, had on his hair earlier.

“I look forward to working with you in the future, Y/N.” He graced you with once last signature smirk as he walked away, leaving you with your father who was waiting for an explanation and apology for your disgusting and foolish behaviour.

Maybe it hadn’t been the worst way to spend lunch.

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[lovelykei]

Haikyuu bf on insta pt.6 ‼️

Im finally here with hq bfs part 6!! This was requested by @eitadesu​ @wansseul​ and @nia-vsqz 

I had already done sakusa so please check my masterlist out! Anyways sorry for the wait I hope you enjoy these!

Atsumu:

“We are n o t climbing a mountain to take cute pictures tsumu”

“B but babe 🥺 it’s only a 1 hour hike🥺”

“I can’t take cute pictures iF IVE HIKED FOR 1 HOUR TSUMU”

That’s the story on how you found yourself at a beach at the crack of dawn😳

He had set up the camera and walked over to wrap his arms around you

“My baby is so pretty, even when you’re sleepy”

Atsumu is a master at sweet talking, he knows exactly what to say to make you feel better

So even though you were cranky about your lack of sleep you melted like putty in his arms🥺

He knew you were a bit camera shy so he always did his best to make you feel comfortable.

He never pushed you to pose but rather just held you close🥺

He really liked looking through the pictures and seeing you smile so whole heartedly at him

It made his heart go ✨🥰💓💕💗🧚🏻‍♂️✨💓🧚🏻💗💕🥰🧚‍♀️

So when you softly rubbed your nose with his in an Eskimo kiss he couldn’t help but wrap his arms tighter around you.

Atsumu wasn’t one to say thank you too often, he usually felt that he deserved getting praised bigegoassbitch😔

HoWEVER when he stood there with you in his arms he thanked all the gods and angels for letting him have you.

Maybe it was they way the light reflected on Atsumus features that made you heart beat like you were 16 again

Or maybe it was the way his eyes met yours and made you feel like the most important person in the world

Whatever it was, on an empty beach at 5:53 on a Saturday

you fell inlove with Miya Atsumu all over again💗

Semi :

First of all semi 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Now that we got that out of the way- let’s begin-

Semi looks h o t playing the guitar, I mean he usually looks like a Greek god but with a guitar? Deadly.

You wanted to learn how to play too, and be a sexy queen/king

And it started, everyday he would sit down in the sofa with you either on his lap or right next to him

For 2 weeks he taught you all the easy basic chords like C G D Dm Am A E Em and so on

But you felt confident, you wanted to learn something harder

So this mf goes straight to bm and you realise your fingers are too short and there’s no way you could ever-

Anyways it takes you a while. It’s an awkward position for your fingers and it feels like your fingers simply don’t reach😔

Semi is v patient, he moves your fingers slowly and carefully

Kisses everytime you get it right🥰

After struggling with bm for about 1 hour semi decided to give you a break lmao

You guys got something to eat before getting back to business 😤

You set your phone up to record and say next to semi ready for your lesson🥵

He kissed your head before getting down to business 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗✨✨✨✨✨🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Anyways that’s the story of how you got a wholesome and soft picture with your boyfriend

Semi loved music and he loved you so being able to do music with you was his absolute favorite thing 🥺🥰✨

Shirabu :

It took a l o t of convincing to get shirabu to get couple stuff.

You wanted matching phone cases? Prepare a PowerPoint on the benefits.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have matching stuff and act like a couple

He’s just a bitch He just genuinely enjoyed teasing you😔

But sometimes when he’d been particularly harsh on you he would surprise you

Yesterday was one of those days when he accidentally went to far

He had said something along the lines of “I don’t need you to be able to play volleyball well” which wasn’t necessarily a lie but it still hurt you regardless

Which is why he decided to ✨make it up for you ✨

He showed up at your dorm after volleyball practice, usually you’d go watch him but since he can’t act right- 😤😤😤😤

N e ways he showed up with a bag in hand and you were like 👁👄👁

And he pulls out this matching couple pajamas

“Kenji 🥺🥺🥺” “I didn’t mean what I said yesterday or well..I don’t need you but at the very least it enhances my performance...slightly...or something”

This is the closest you’ll get to an apology so 😳

Anyways you both put your pajamas on and sit on the couch to watch something

“Actually lets take a pict-“ “no” “🥺🥺” “fine”

You couldn’t get him to smile tho but that’s just a minor inconvenience at this point

Right after you snapped the picture you squealed at how good looking your mans is

So you did the only thinkable..you threw yourself over him and started kissing his face

Kenjiro showing affection? 💀

Kenjiro receiving affection? 🥰

He wrapped his arms around your waist and melted like putty from your touch

He is a simp but make it low key 🥵

Anyways you end up having a sleepover in your dorm 🥺🥺✨

Suna is the Cuddliest!! Person!! Ever!!

Although he came off as a arrogant apathetic guy he truly was the sweetest person, he was just tired all the time

He was like a cat, you know how cats don’t fall asleep around strangers but then when they trust you the even sleep on their backs?

That’s suna 😳🐱🥺

Anyways considering this was your favorite activity, it wasn’t weird for suna to call you over when he got a new bed

He used to have a single bed so it was really small and you had to sleep on top of him

Not anymore tho 😤

You probably still will tho-

Anyways so he called you over to try out his new bed

Notlikethatyanasties

So as soon as you made it to his house he was waiting on you by the door

you both rushed to his room to wrap yourself under the soft covers

“Am I in heaven taro? This must be heaven?🥺” “there’s even angels here y/n”

“𝒮𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓈🥺”

“Never said it was you” 🥴

“𝒮𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓈😡”

This fkn boy is a bully but it’s okay he always kisses it better 😳

After he kissed it better 😤 you wanted to take a picture so you scooted closer to him and angled your phone

He smooched your cheek 🥺🥺💗💗💗

You couldn’t decide which bed you liked better, the new or the old one

What you did know however is that your number #1 favorite place would always be Taros arms 🥺💗

[ayatosmlktea]

best boyfriend series | kirishima

A/N: So there is a list me and the gal pals have compiled of who we think are the best boyfriends in the entire world. I haven’t been in a thirsting mood for so long probably bc im mad ✨depressed✨ so the only thing on my mind is soft boys and how amazing they are. This is the most writing I've done in months but I wrote this for Bri’s birthday a while back and am now sharing them with you bc we could all use some wholesome kiripima 

I wrote these as the thoughts came to my mind so...its not really organized ANYWAY enjoy!

- Your sense of humour and easy going personality is what draws him in even if he doesn’t realize it to be love in the beginning

- Even when he’s training with bakugou his eyes are always searching you out, the way you handle your quirk takes his breath away he just thinks you look so badass in combat

- Every time you ask if he wants to study together his heart starts racing so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out of  his chest and he has to fight back the blush that burns the back of his neck and ears whenever you giggle

- As you and Mina become closer, you start hanging out more with the bakusquad.

- Kiri finds himself getting increasingly distracted by you, he notices every little thing like the way your eyes shine whenever you smile, the way cover your mouth when you laugh which bothers him because the entire world deserves to see how beautifully radiant you look when you’re happy

- He notices the way your body language changes when you’re tired, how your attitude gets a little grumpier when you’re hungry and through learning all of that Kiri steps in to make you whole

- When you’re tired he passes you his notes to copy after class just giving you a knowing smile and ignoring the way his heart flutters when you stare at him like he’s your knight in shining armour

- He doesn’t like the way that Denki and sero playfully flirt with you, it makes him feel weird although he knows he has no right to be jealous so he ignores it

- During your second year you start dating Shinsou and Kiri can feel his world come to a halt, his heart plummets into this stomach but he puts on a fake smile and tells you that he’s happy for you and he hopes Shinsou treats you right

- You don’t seem to notice the way the light in his eyes is gone, how much more time he puts into training now that you’re busy with your new relationship and as bitter and mad as he wants to be he knows you deserve to be happy, even if it isn’t with him so he pushes his feelings down and acts like he isn’t being punched in the gut every time you kiss shinsou and not him

- Your last night in the dorms before summer vacation Kirishima finds himself being woken up by a quick series of knocks on his door

“Denki I told you already pennywise is not under your be-” he stops mid sentence when he finds you outside of his door, sniffling with red rimmed eyes

- He’s barely awake and processing what’s happening as he opens his door wider so you can come inside before one of the teachers catches you out of bed and on the boys side of the dorms

- He can hear that you’ve been crying and are still trying not to when you apologize for waking him up so late but you didn’t know who else to go to and suddenly his entire body is burning with anger when you tell him that Shinsou broke up with you

- He can’t help but let out a broken laugh, Shinsou never deserved your heart in the first place. If he couldn’t see how dedicated you were to the people you loved, how you cared for your friends and put their needs above yours, how incredibly talented and hardworking and beautiful you were then he was the dumbest man alive

- You’re suddenly quiet and Kiri realizes that he’s said all of that outloud and the overwhelming urge to disappear consumes him. He was sure that you were going to get up and walk out and never speak to him again but you don’t

- Instead you ask if he means what he said so quietly he can barely hear it and despite how hot his cheeks are burning with embarrassment he tells you he does

- He stops you when you lean in to kiss him and his heart hurts when he can see the rejection and embarrassment paint your features but he tells you that it’s not because he doesn’t want to kiss you, because of course he wants to, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of your feelings when you’re going through an emotional time

- You two spend the summer hanging out- just as friends, he wants to give you time to get over Shinsou because the last thing he wants is to be your rebound

- But with every day that goes by he finds it harder not to kiss you, not to hold your hand, not to text you every second of the day, not to tell you that he loves you

- The realization that he loves you doesn’t scare him, but it is the first time he admits to himself and accepts it rather than trying to bury it and so after he walks you home and you turn to go into inside he grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a kiss

- It’s not the most coordinated kiss but it sets every nerve in his body on fire and you’re both clinging onto each other like it’s your only lifeline. You break apart with the biggest smiles on your face and in that moment Kiri knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you

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- Well i wasn’t planning to write all that so now let’s get into WHY he’s the best bf

He’s 100% devoted to you, literally you could be in a room full of fkn models and his eyes would be focused on you because he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman to walk the earth

Any other relationship you’ve had in the past does not even come close in comparison to how Kiri treats you

- He would give up his life to make sure you’re happy, seeing you upset breaks his heart because he cannot stand the sight of you crying. It literally tears a whole in his chest

- If it’s within his power to deal with, he will make sure that whoever hurts you does not make the same mistake again. Maybe its a little unethical to use his pro-hero status to strike fear into the heart of creeps who won’t leave you alone at work, or the girls who enjoy gossiping about your relationship behind your back but he does not give a single fuck

- Your happiness comes before his and if you aren’t happy, he’s not happy.

- If he hears people talking about your relationship and making it seem as though you’re only with him for the fame or money he’ll tear them down with the brightest smile on his face not missing a beat

- While he acts all big and scary fighting villains, when he comes home to you at the end of the day he is the most cuddly person you’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter how exhausted he is, he always grabs you in for a hug and doesn’t let you down until he’s satisfied.

- Kiri is really big on skin to skin contact, expect him to constantly be slipping his hands under your shirt and wrapping his arms around you at the most random times

- When you guys are getting ready to sleep he’ll pull you snug against his chest and bury his face in the nape of your neck,

Your scent helps him fall asleep, not in a creepy way but in a ‘you’re safe and here with me so i can close my eyes knowing that everything is okay’ kind of way.

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- In my humble opinion, once kiri catches feelings for you they’ll never fade

- Even if you fight, it only reminds him of everything you two have built together and that you’re worth fighting for

- You hear a lot of your friends complain about how their boyfriends never listen to them, or how they don’t know what they like, you watch them shamelessly flirt with other guys and wonder what it must be like to be in such an unsatisfying relationship

- Kiri knows you better than you know yourself, he’s so in tune with you and your body that you don’t even need to ask him to do anything, he just knows

- He remembers little dates that most boyfriends dont, your first kiss, your first date, the first time he said “i love you” outloud

- He also is the first one to say it and it happens when you’re just hanging out in his room

- He’s known that he’s been in love with you for months but didnt want to say it too soon and have you freak out but after nearly six months in it’s driving him crazy not being able to tell you he loves you

- When he does your eyes glisten with tears and he freaks out thinking that he’s said too soon until you’re crushing him in a hug and tell him that you love him too

- When you’ve had a bad day at work or life is just becoming too stressful for you to deal with he puts everything else on hold to comfort you

- Makes you your favourite meal for dinner, gets your favourite show ready to watch after your shower and massages your feet while you snack on some ice cream for dessert

- Ever since you’d started dating Kiri had a habit of “accidentally” forgetting his hoodies at your place, spraying them with a bit of extra cologne while you were in another room

- He loved it when you wore his clothes, it filled him with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe but it solidified in his mind that you were his

- After almost four years of dating he knows that he can’t spend another second without you being his, forever

- He stays up all night looking at engagement rings but none of them are good enough for you so he does a little more research and finds a place that makes custom rings and has the date the first time he kissed you engraved on the inside of the ring

- He 100% cries the second he sees you walk down the aisle, if he thought you were beautiful before, there’s nothing else that compares to you on your wedding day

-  Everything else drowns out around him and the other thing that matters is you, sliding your rings onto each other fingers and sharing your tearful vows and then you’re pronounced husband and wife and his entire being is elated

- He kisses you with a passion and fervour you’ve never felt before, like he’s pouring his soul into the kiss , every promise he’s ever made and will make and all the things he can’t find the right words to say are transmitted

[joelthedinosaur]

Nuka Queen: Gage x Fem SS Smut

This is my first try at Fallout 4 fics whoops. I love Gage so fkn much so enjoy this filth!

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sex, language

Word Count: 3,534

Gage had Sole pinned against one of the glass windows overlooking Nuka World. They had only recently revealed their true feelings for one another, and had hastily returned to Fizztop after a recent outing to further explore those feelings.

Sole was breathless as Gage trailed rough kisses up and down her neck. His teeth nipped at her skin and she shivered as his tongue traced her jawline. She had her hands knotted in his shirt as she helplessly arched her back and pressed against him, exposing more skin underneath the tattered road leathers she wore.

"Mmm, boss, you have no idea how long I've been waitin' for this shit". Gage had already rid himself of his armor and held his Overboss against the window in his thin tank top and frayed pants. The muscles in his arms and back flexed as he held her effortlessly off the ground, the weight of his hips keeping her secured to the glass. He kept his gaze steady, using his good eye to drink in her flushed skin, her tousled hair. The way her eyes fluttered at his touch and how her lips parted softly to gasp his name.

Sole had never known someone so rough, so callous yet surprisingly controlled in the bedroom. She had seen Gage kill men with his bare hands - the same hands that now caressed and squeezed her body as they kissed. Gage was strong for a Raider despite being lean. He was powerful, and he wanted desperately to show off all his strength for his Overboss.

"Betcha them Commonwealth boys ain't got nothin' on this ol' Raider, huh, Boss?" Gage growled the words in her ear, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "Bet they think yer jus' some kind of princess". Gage smiled wryly as he pulled off Sole's shirt to reveal the soft, milky skin underneath. The tops of her breasts were exposed, untouched by the grimy fabric of her bra, and Gage wasted no time peeling it off her. He hitched Sole higher up the glass, propping a knee up between her thighs to steady his Raider Queen.

Sole shuddered and gasped as Gage kissed down her chest. His mouth was eager and soft, but he liked to bite. Sole squirmed and moaned as Gage left bite marks on her breasts and neck. His fingers pressed firmly into her skin as she wiggled. Gage's cock twitched as she squirmed beneath his weight. He removed the rest of Sole's clothes, and hastily undid his pants.

Looking into the Overboss's eyes for permission beforehand, he slid his cock inside her and growled. "Fuck," he groaned. "You deserve to be worshipped, Boss." His breathing picked up and his chest heaved as he quickened the thrusting of his hips. "You are the best fuckin' thing to ever happen to this park. I have waited so long for you, Boss".

"You deserve every fuckin' thing those worthless raiders down there can haul back." As Gage continued to pound inside her, his voice rose and his jaw clenched. Sole could only hold onto his shoulders for support as he drilled inside her. She could barely handle the feeling building inside of her. "They're lucky I let them live jus' for breathin' the same air".

"I would kill every living thing in this goddamn park with my bare hands if that's what you wanted". His words were loud enough now that Sole was sure the raiders down below could hear them as Gage fucked her harder.

"Fuck, boss. Yer a Queen. The fuckin' queen of Nuka World. You're mine." Gage groaned and kissed Sole long and hard as he came inside her. He smoothed her hair off her forehead and looked deeply into her eyes. This was as good as it was gonna get. This was better than any amount of caps in the world.

[isaac-lahey-imagines]

Imagine #69

How timely that this imagine is the 69th (I promise you, I did not do it on purpose) I have. Also, hope all is doing okay during this quarantine. Can’t believe that the last time I’ve updated here was last year.

Summary: Isaac’s injured and can’t do *fondue (hope my readers know where this came from) – much to his dismay – and you decided to make fun of the situation he was in and tease.

Warning(s): Mentions of blood/wounds, innuendos (children, please), censored curses, sexual frustration maybe?

~~~

“I’m not yet supposed to dive into these kinds of duties and yet,” you mumbled under your breath, and you were sure Isaac heard it.

“I’m not even licensed yet,” you added with an exasperated breath.

Isaac only cocked his head to the side to look at your face that was bowed down, he was trying to catch your attention with the small smile on his face coaxing you to look at him.

You were currently tending to his wounds the best you can with the best that you have in your first aid kit – that was slowly depleting of its supplies of bandages and disinfectants, the more frequent Isaac came home to your apartment wounded. Actually, your first aid kit was getting closer to what Melissa had in her first aid at the hospital what with the needles and thread for more severe gashes.

You sighed, your dabbing motion on the wound with the antiseptic getting a bit harder and heavier with how Isaac’s face started to wince from the pressure.

“Are you unhappy with me?” He asked quietly, his face a bit closer to you now with the smile replaced by a small pout on those soft pink lips.

At that question, you looked up to meet those blue eyes that instantly faded all the frustration you felt at that very moment.

“No, Isaac.” You sighed again, this time smiling softly. “I’m not.”

Isaac straightened in his seat and gave you the knee-buckling smile he only reserved for you before proceeding to plant a kiss on your forehead and a peck on your lips.

“Great!” He suddenly exclaimed rather loudly that made you jerk in surprise, your brows furrowed at the sudden change. “Then can you please help me with these?”

He then proceeded to turn around in his seat and remove his shirt to show you larger gashes on his back. Unbelievable!

“Isaac fkn Lahey!” Your night was going to be long one.

~

Since the wounds were from an alpha, Scott informed you that it would take longer to heal. Which meant you were going to change and redress his wounds every so often – which at this moment, you were thankful Melissa decided to also drop by some medical supplies.

“Hope you’re doing fine on your reviews,” she mentioned while she arranged the bandages and needles in your own toolbox (aka first aid).

“I was. Until Isaac came in that state,” you gestured to the werewolf seated on the sofa having a rather deep conversation with Scott about what happened to them last night.

“Well if you have any questions, you can always ask me.” She smiled, knowing that someone studying for the licensure exam for Nursing would be so much helpful with someone already in the field to help you with your studies.

“I will, thank you.” You answered with a smile.

After Scott and his mom left, you went back to your position in the living room – you on the floor with your review notes and textbooks on the coffee table and Isaac lying on the couch idly scrolling through his phone.

He was sipping on your coffee when a thought popped in your head.

“Can I ride you?”

You can hear Isaac spurt the coffee out back into the mug and spilling some on his shirt.

You weren’t sure if it was possible for Isaac’s head to look at you so fast you were scared that he might decapitate himself, his eyes were dark and wide and you had to keep yourself from laughing at the expression he had on his face right now.

“I’m sorry, what?” he blinked a few times before taking a deep breath.

“You heard me.” You replied plainly, turning around and facing your werewolf with your arm now resting on the sofa beside his torso and the other resting on your knee that was propped up. You had your chin resting on the back of your head, looking rather innocently at Isaac – which internally he had to fight with himself from taking you then and there due to you studying – and his injuries.

“I asked if I can ride you, your wolf I mean.”

Isaac carefully placed the mug back on the coffee table before running his hands on his face with a rather frustrated sigh.

“Y/N, I love you.” He pursed his lips before trying to sit himself up on the sofa.

“But you can’t ride me-my wolf.” He coughed a little as he answered. “I’m injured, plus I can’t shift yet.”

You could only stare back at those blue eyes that were growing darker as you can feel Isaac’s sexual frustration – his abstinence was rather extended with the state he was in.

When he couldn’t take the sudden thought of you bouncing on top of him from your question earlier, he excused himself as he took your coffee mug to refill it.

1-0, you tallied in your head as you watched him in the kitchen with a sly smile.

~

You can see Isaac at the corner of your eyes watching you intently, his phone completely forgotten now.

Flipping another page of your textbook, his eyes just twitched the slightest at the sound of you sucking. He leaned his head back against the backrest of the armchair to the right of the living room before he groaned and closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure if you were doing it on purpose or if you just didn’t hear yourself because you had your in-ear earphones on as you studied.

It went on like this for about 5 minutes, with that wretched thing moving back and forth inside your mouth until you turned your head to see him staring at you with his mouth slightly hanging with his tongue on the corner of his mouth and his eyes darkening the longer he stared at you. You raised a brow as if to ask him ‘what?’ before chomping down on the popsicle and smiling at him.

Isaac’s eyes widened at what he just saw, he never knew that he could feel so aroused yet scared shtless at the same time.

“Baby,” he finally spoke, your pet name sounding rather husky as it came out of his mouth as he carded his fingers through the mop of curls on top of his head.

“Yep?” you answered with a pop on the letter P of the word.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Studying, what does it look like I’m doing?” You asked back.

“Want one?” You offered when he didn’t answer. “There’s a different flavor in the freezer.”

My god she’s playing with me. Isaac thought, pinching his nose bridge when you looked away and continued what you were doing with your mouth.

2-0, you tallied again in your head.

~

When you got out of the building and saw Isaac casually leaning against his car in the parking lot of the establishment, you felt butterflies in your stomach at how much the moment reminded you of the first time he picked you up after school when both of you only started dating.

“There’s my topnotcher!” He congratulated, his arms already open wide as he caught you in a big warm hug. You were still careful with him since his wounds were still present, though it wasn’t as grave as before. “How was it?”

“It was hard,” you groaned against his chest before looking up. “But I guess my hard work paid off.”

“I bet,” Isaac hugged you to himself one more time before kissing your head. “C’mon, the pack’s been waiting at the old diner to celebrate.”

“Wait, they know?” You asked, pausing in his arms before you let Isaac open the car door for you and help you in.

“Of course they know, I couldn’t help boast that I have a smart ass for a girlfriend.” He said before closing your door and walking to the driver’s side.

Buckling your seatbelt and waiting for him to settle down, you giggled a little as you started feeling your phone vibrate with congratulatory notifications from your friends and family.

“You love this smart ass,” you scoffed, liking the feeling of being praised at that moment.

“I do love your ass,” he replied, winking at you before sliding his sunglasses back and revving the car.

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks get flustered at the gesture and how he looked good on the driver’s seat right now. Despite being together for how many years now, you can’t help but feel like the two of you are still ‘new’ in the dating scene.

It was one of those things you loved about Isaac, the way he made you feel like you were still in high school with his hand holding yours as it rests on your lap while he drove. He would occasionally kiss your knuckles and rest his warm cheek against it, telling you how much he loved you to bits.

 It wasn’t a long drive before you arrived to see your friends already settled in and ordering.

When the bell above the door of the diner rang, all eyes on the table landed on you and it was full of loud cheers. Hugs and high-fives were exchanged before you all settled down.

“Can’t believe we already have a doctor in the pack,” Liam said rather proudly, Mason and the boys agreed.

“Mm, not yet.” You paused him, swallowing the fries you were just chewing. “I’ll be studying for that in the future, just you wait.”

Lydia cut in with a smile. “We’re all so proud of you, Y/N!”

“Bet you nailed everything,” Stiles added, his arm resting behind Lydia.

“Sleepless nights and coffee paid off,” you repeated from earlier.

“I’d also like to make a special mention to Mrs. McCall,” you eyed Scott. “Remind me to thank her later when we drop by your place.”

“Couldn’t have done it without her help too, you know.” You added.

“Don’t forget to thank yourself,” Isaac reminded you, knowing how much time and effort you did and made possible for you to be able to be at the top ten.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You agreed. “Fist me.”

3-0, you tallied again in your head.

Everyone at the table had mixed reactions at what they heard.

Milkshake came out of Liam’s nose as Mason almost choked on the cola he was drinking before handing Liam a tissue. Scott and Stiles mouth flew open as fries and chewed burger dropped down on their plates, the ladies blushed when they heard it before looking to you with a questioning look at what you meant.

Isaac was still coughing as he hit his chest with a fist.

“Y/N!” Lydia called for you in a scolding manner.

“What?” You said, chuckling a little when you only had a fist lifted for Isaac to fist bump it.

“Don’t leave me hanging, babe.” You called for Isaac who was still struggling to understand what he just heard.

~

Hope that was okay! Missed writing for Isaac <3

[ificanthaveu]

Dani Reviews Wonder

hello, I'm well aware no one asked for this but this is the only way I can order my thoughts on an album and when Romance came out, someone literally asked me to fully review it and I've never forgotten about that and I loved writing a full review so hello here I am

I hate that I have to do this but DISCLAIMER: these are my opinions. I get that you may not agree with them and that’s totally cool, but if you come into my inbox attacking my opinions on a song, I will not answer it and it will be deleted without a second thought. Let’s discuss the songs, not tear each other apart 

and LET’S GO

1. INTRO

Ok so I typically do nothing with intros because I usually think they’re a waste of time. HOWEVER, I really like this one. Now that we’ve heard the whole album, it really encapsulates the entire feel of the rest of the album. It’s been on my playlist since it’s been released and I'm obsessed with it. The soft little piano in the beginning is just perfect and I really love the build up. (not many lyrics to chose from here ope)

You have a million different faces, but they'll never understand unless you let them in

2. WONDER

I never did a full analysis like I was going to for this song. However, I’m going to do like half of one here. I honestly feel like he can be talking about himself, his fans or a girl. You can see it in all 3 ways. I also just feel like there are some lyrics in this where I'm like YES. It reminds me a little bit of Mirrorball by Taylor Swift in the fact that we expect so much from celebrities and like.....why??? It’s just kind of fucked. I think this is honestly such a good single and I really really love it. I feel like it’s just really pure?? if that makes sense. Like he’s just being like “I wonder why it is like this.” and the BRIDGE ugh she's so beautiful.

I wonder why I’m so afraid of saying something wrong. I never said I was a saint.

3. HIGHER

A CERTIFIED BOP. It’s just so lively and upbeat and I wanna dance and I CANNOT WAIT to hear this live. It’s going to be absolutely insane. Blasted it on my way to get coffee this morning. And the lyrics are so lovey and cute but the beat is just too fkn good. I feel like it’s a very common theme in this album to be like “with you, nothing else matters” and like...can’t relate but ALAS I love the music about it anyway.

All eyes are lookin' at us but I can't stop fallin' in love

4. 24 HOURS

OH BOY time to FKN CRY. I absolutely love how old timey it feels. Especially the beginning, it makes me think of 50s music and I’ve been on a big 50s kick recently. Again he’s just so loud about being I don’t care what anyone thinks because I love you and I know it’s you and like YES PLEASE. and just being so in love that you’d throw it all away to come home to that person every day. I really love how the lyrics start with him being like I don’t know how to do this at all but I love you so lets go from there and then figure out the rest. And quoting “only fools rush in” made me so emotional. I love how simple the music is behind it because I think it really encapsulates the feeling of the song. It’s so hard to pick a favorite lyrics for this song my god.

(Besides the entire chorus) I paint the world that you deserve, every color you'd imagine

5. TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE

UMMMM OK???? Very Justin Timberlake vibes for me personally. Very 70s. Very vibey. “Draw a map for me laced with strawberries” ???? HOMIES I cannot I genuinely cannot. As sexual as this is, I also think it’s just so PURE. Like just teach me what’s best for you and I’ll do it. Also like...Shawn say “fuck” challenge like homie you could’ve just said it. Please. I also feel like if I was in love with someone, it’d hit different but for me it is just so FUN and I love the guitar parts a TOn. Like Idk how you can’t just get up and dance to this. Also this one live is going to be other worldly. And “babe I won’t stop til you feel the rush” I MEANNNN

F'ing me up, I'm what you dеserve

6. CALL MY FRIENDS

Ok, so idk what to really say about this one. I like the concept. I think the concept itself is really sweet and fuck it hits different when you’re away from all your friends especially during quarantine and college in general. Like I was (still am) on the phone with my friends constantly, because like Shawn said, they know me better than any one else ever will because they watched me go and grow through it. It’s also just sad because we grow up and grow apart and fuck it’s HARD. I’m not a huge fan of the chorus and I think that’s the main thing for me. The verses are sweet, but idk really about the chorus. I’m just indifferent about the chorus. But there are just lyrics in here that really hit me like “I miss how it was when we we wished we were older.” that one really gets me. 

I know you gotta make some sacrifices, I don't wanna be alone for one more night

7. DREAM

Ok I LOVE THIS SONG but I have to first get something off my chest. The first time I listened to it, I could only think of the dream song from shark boy and lava girl. I don’t know why. But I’m done with that now. Moving on. This song is just so sweet and lovey and I’m obsessed with it. I really like the rhythm of it?? I think that’s the word I’m looking for idk. ALSO him talking about their little touch bracelets like wtf why is no one in love with me. I honestly don’t have much to say about this except that I’m thoroughly obsessed with it. I kinda feel like this song could be in a movie?? you feel me??? The echoey “dream”s are also just GORGEOUS, also how it gets so soft at the end fuck I love this song. And if I think too much about it I’ll cry, but the parallels between Dream and Dream of You

I don't wanna wake up without you laying next to me

8. SONG FOR NO ONE

This song makes me sad. Very sad. God, just the feeling of having a notification and wanting it to be that one person and it just never is but every time you’re like ok but what if. I was thinking about this last night and the way I see it is that he’s made it clear all of his songs are for/about Camila. So I feel like this one is very guard up, being like “no no this isn’t about you, I swear I’m not writing songs about you. it’s about no one. it’s just something I made up” which just makes it all so much harder. Also the use of “someone” instead of “her” or “you” is also very like “I’m not going to say it.” It’s just all very sad because you have to imagine everyone asking him all the time who his songs are about and he just had to keep saying “no one.” This is the first time where he’s actually been able to say “HEY THEY’RE ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND.” And like fuck, finally. Also imagining Shawn drunk calling her and her having to say she doesn’t feel the same. AND when he's like it’s fine I’ll be fine anyway as his voice kind of trails off like GOD that feeling HURTS. I just have way too much to say about this song because I think you can go really deep into it on what the years before Camila and him started dating were really like for him. 

Close my eyes, things are better in my dreams, 'cause I'm with someone, someone I adore

9. MONSTER

I won’t say too much about this bc this song has been out for a little bit, so I’ll make this a little more personal. my friend Han is a HUGE Justin fan and I am pretty obviously a HUGE Shawn fan. and we’d always be like “omg what if” but we thought it was never going to happen so when rumors started circulating about this, we were fucking freaking out. This song is literally our dream collab. I think Justin was the perfect person for this song because of his time in the public eye. And just the whole song being like “you put me up here, so I guess you’re the only one who can push me off.” And it is pretty fucked how we put celebrities on these pedestals and expect them to not make any mistakes at all when we are constantly making them. It’s just hypocritical. It’s also hard to pick a favorite lyric for this one because I think there are a lot that hit hard so I’m doing a fave Shawn and fave Justin

Raise me up into the sky until I'm short of breath // ‘Cause unforgiveness keeps them in control

10. 305

This one surprised me in the best way. I have no idea what I was expecting for this song but god I LOVE IT. I’m obsessed with it and want to jam forever. Just very boppy??? and so HAPPY. I get so smiley when I listen to it. “Waiting for the moment that you’ll let me down” just stuck out to me because I feel like that’s such a universal feeling. Like when everything’s going so good and you’re like....ok what’s about to go wrong. I’m literally dancing in my seat to this baby. The chorus is so catchy and I really wish I was in love pt 358933. I think this may be crowned as my favorite on the album. It’s just so fun and full of love. 

Would take my heart with you if you walked away

11. ALWAYS BEEN YOU

I have been looking forward to this one and she did not disappoint!! Again, this man is screaming about how in love he is and yes, sir I’m listening. You’re the only one my heart keeps coming back to!!!!! And just the very loud instrumental with the soft “always been you”s is SO GOOD. The boy who’s really underneath all the scars and insecurities!!! God, I just feel like this one is especially raw about love. And for the thousandth time, really wish I was in love to fully feel this but STILL it has such a good beat but is still so so soft. 

Full of words I don't know how to say

12. PIECE OF YOU

Heavily reminds me of Jealous by Nick Jonas and I am HERE FOR IT. I feel like we haven’t gotten a ton of this blatant jealousy from him and the HONESTY of this is very like yes I'm possessive. I’m so into you it hurts!!! The counting is also.....hot. Idk why but I love a song that’s very like “yes I'm protective and pathetic and reckless and what about it???” Again, love the beat. A little 80s in my opinion (here’s me remembering it’s MJ inspired lmao). 

From the second you walked in the room, my night is ruined

13. LOOK UP AT THE STARS

*deep breath bc I love this song so much* ok so I read the lil things Spotify had underneath before each song and I cried immediately when I just READ that it was for the fans and then listening to it in that light just killed me. ALSO if you saw his insta live last night he was literally like “look up at the stars!! remember that one!!” and now I'm like OK THANKS. Anyways, It is so soft and fuck it’s so meaningful. This is one of my favorites for sure. It’s literally like he’s sending you away from the concert and this would be such a good closing song (I know it won’t be but I can dream). I’m crying again but “I'm not going to let you down”??? PLEASE I JUST. Calling us angels!! I’LL NEVER BE ALONE Y’ALL I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH. Never Be Alone has very much turned into our song with Shawn as his way to be like hey I’m always here so YOU’LL never be alone, and now here he is saying because YOU ALL are here I am never going to be alone. AND FUCK IT HITS DIFFERENT. AND SPENDING THE NIGHT IN WONDERLAND WITH YOU!!!! God I’m just a puddle after this one

the streetlights are all saying your name, they always say your name

14. CAN’T IMAGINE

he wrote this on his own and yes I'm emotional about it. I don’t think he’s released a song he’s written on his own since handwritten revisited??? (correct me if I'm wrong) but even that alone is enough for me to know he’s getting way more confident in his music. I think it’s a really good closing because it’s so soft and acoustic and very true to him as he started. The raspiness and realness of it even with the lil thing he says at the end. AGAIN, why tf have I not felt a love like this yet??? Of course, I’m just going to not think of it romantically but just having those people where you can’t even begin to even think about what your life would be like without them. Like I think the lack of descriptors is actually really powerful because like...he can’t imagine it, he can’t explain it so let me just tell you that I genuinely don’t know what would happen if you weren’t here. It closes out the album perfectly (not many lyrics to pick from here lmao)

Without you, all things right would feel so wrong

OVERALL - I honestly really like it there are a bunch of songs I can see myself listening to for a WHILE but there are a few that I'm very eh on as well. I really like the sound of it and the production and just the ~feel~ of the whole album

TOP 3

1. 305

2. Look Up At The Stars

3. 24 Hours

Honorary mentions: Dream and Teach Me How To Love

[encouleurdevie]

let’s finish what we started.

a/n: here we fkn go yall, part 3!! feel free to yell at me for taking so long with this one. also look at how small he is in this gif. you’re welcome.

word count: 3,000

You were perched on the edge of your bed, the day’s events playing and rewinding in your head so many times you couldn’t seem to focus on anything else. You mind was jumbled with a web of feelings and questions.

Alone in your apartment, you were fixated on that afternoon. You pictured Timothee’s face between your thighs. The accidental brush of his fingers against your core, revealing how much you wanted him, how he made you ache with just his close presence. The way his eyes looked when his gaze burned into yours after realizing that he was the one who made you feel like that. And how he then just up and left after the scene, leaving you alone in front of the directors who merely thought this “acting” was stellar.

You wondered where he was, where he went, after descending the stairs. Was he thinking about you too? Was he mad? Did you completely ruin whatever friendship the two of you had by letting yourself get entranced by his touches? Your mind was riddled with questions and clouded beyond measure. And it didn’t help that the dull ache between your legs never quite went away.

After getting back to your apartment, you had changed into a tank top and black shorts, hoping that getting out of character would get your mind back on track but somehow, seeing your bikini lying on the floor only made things worse. And so here you were, sitting on your bed staring at the TV trying to make sense of everything.

The sun had nearly gone down, the day almost over. A few beams of light trickled in through your curtained windows. It reminded you of the night before, when Timothee had walked you back to your apartment, the same light hitting his face as he bade you goodnight.

You’ve got to get this crush under control, you thought to yourself. There were still four more weeks of filming and if he didn’t feel the same it was going to be a terribly long month.

Exasperated, you let yourself fall backwards onto the bed, the sound of some Italian sitcom still spilling into your room. Once again, you thought back to the night before, when Timothee had been sat in front of you, running through his Italian. You thought of his laugh when he would stumble on a word, and his grin when he said something correctly. All of him. You thought about all of him.

You lightly ran your hands across your face, willing yourself to think of something other than Timothee and his face and his hands and -

“Ugh,” you said aloud, your voice sounding dull and annoyed. You were so frustrated, both emotionally and sexually, and you had no idea how to get out of this rut.

Before you could continue to wallow in your frustrations, a sudden knock on the door grabbed your attention. It couldn’t be, you thought. But who else would be at your door? Who else knew exactly which apartment was yours? And who else would want to speak to you this late in the evening.

You pulled yourself off the bed and crept towards the door. What would you even say? You felt the palms of your hands get clammy with nervousness. Either way, you would have to talk to him eventually. No time like the present, right? You almost rolled your eyes at how quickly that phrase had gone from making out with him in the pool to being scared to even open the door. You placed your hand on the cool metal doorknob, slowly twisting it and taking a deep breath.

As you pulled open the heavy door, your suspicions were confirmed. Your eyes attached themselves to the curly headed boy who was currently taking up all the space in your brain.

Timothee stood in the doorway, wearing a loose black shirt and a fitted pair of grey pants that clung to his hips. Instantly, you smelled his cologne and you were transported right back to when you were pulling him close to you in the pool earlier. All you could do was look at him, wondering what on earth was going on inside of his head.

He gazed back at you, jaw clenched and hands lightly curled at his sides. He was breathing in and out deeply, boring his green eyes into yours. They were like tiny emerald magnets; you couldn’t pull your gaze away. He didn’t look angry, but his aura felt fierce, bubbling with pent up feelings. Finally, he broke eye contact and bit down on his lip. You could tell he was formulating words in his head, but having a hard time getting them out. Just as the silence was getting unbearable, he looked at you once more and opened his mouth.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he hissed. You were startled. The voice coming out of him was low, almost a whisper. He looked down for a moment before taking a breath and beginning again.

“Are you even aware that every goddamn thing you do makes me crazy?” He spoke with a harsh, yet needy tone, like he’d been waiting to say this. It seemed that maybe you weren’t the only one who was being eaten up by the tension that was brewing between the two of you.

By now you were breathing heavily, looking up at him, and still not knowing what to say.

“I--” you started, but he took a step closer to you and kept talking.

“Ever since I walked onto this set, I’ve been so distracted by you I can barely think straight and I swear I’ve been going mad just wondering if I even have a shot. Do you honestly think I can just “make this an Elio and Mariza” thing because I know damn well that’s not working for me. And after today I don’t think… god... I don’t think it’s working for you either.” He looked at you hard. “I know you were wet for me earlier.” He edged closer and you forced yourself to nod slowly, urging him to keep going.

At this point he leaned down so his face was lingering inches in front of yours, his breath ghosting over your mouth. “Do you know how fucking hard I was after that?”

You let out a sigh unintentionally, “God, just kiss me, Timothee.” Your words were the green light he needed. Weeks of pent up feelings surged between you as his lips collided with yours.

Unlike the kiss earlier that day in the pool, Timothee had a new sense of confidence as he kissed you. His lips were pressed firmly against yours, moving fast and hungrily. There was no hesitation this time and it was real. It felt like your brain was on fire, each kiss adding more fuel and passion. His hands worked their way down to your hips, and yours went straight into his hair, something you had been waiting to do since you first laid eyes on him.

As the kiss grew deeper, the ache that you had left the set with surged back. You pressed harder on the back of his head, drawing his face even closer to yours. He tugged you closer against him, not daring to break the kiss.

Timothee gradually started backing you into your apartment, reaching behind his back once you were both all the way in and closing the door tight behind him. You both knew he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

“Had to go home and touch myself today,” he whispers into the kiss. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

His lips were hot against yours as he licked into your mouth, each kiss growing needier and needier.

You finally broke away just enough so that your next words came out as mumbles against his lips. “I’ve been thinking about this. About you.”

“Yeah?” he coos, letting you lead him further into your apartment. You detached your lips from his, biting down on his lower lip before turning around and taking his hand in yours. You pulled Timothee by the hand through your apartment until you were finally back inside your room, this time with the boy you craved right at your heels. The tension between the two of you had been so thick for so long, and as you slowly spun around to face him once more, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. All those nights of needing and yearning for each other had finally paid off.

Timothee’s lips were red, swollen, from kissing you with such intensity. His gaze followed you precisely, not daring to look away as you slowly sat down on the bed. Reaching a hand out, you curled your finger around one of his belt loops and tugged gently. Ever so slowly, you leaned backwards. To him, you were like a magnet, and as your back hit the bed, he was right there, hovering above you and clouding your senses with his sweet smell.

You moved your hands upwards, snaking them underneath his shirt and up his back. His skin was hot to the touch as you drew him in closer for another kiss.

He pecked your lips a few times, then dragged his lips across your cheek and began moving downwards. Timothee’s lips attached themselves to your neck. Sucking and biting the skin, he left a dark purple hickey which you knew the makeup artists would question you about endlessly the next day. You grinned, finding it sexy that only you would know it was Timothee who had left it.

“Let’s finish what we started, shall we?” he breathed into your neck. You groaned involuntarily, knowing that you’d finally get the release you’d been craving.

“Please, baby.” you whined, not wanting to wait any longer.

He worked his way down your chest, burning kiss after kiss into your skin. He massaged one of  your breasts over your tank top while he kissed the other, opening his eyes to gauge your reaction as he continued to send chills down your body. You watched him through hooded eyes, admiring him as he caressed you.

When he approached the waistband of your shorts, he slipped both thumbs under the fabric near your hips. You arched your back and allowed him to drag your shorts down your legs, taking your lace underwear along with it. Goosebumps flooded your legs and torso as the cool air nipped at your exposed body.

“Still wet for me, baby?” he murmured, “You were soaking on set, weren’t you?”

He flung your bottoms behind him and pressed his hands against your inner thighs, pushing them apart and completely revealing the puddle between your legs. You whined, aching for his touch, and he smirked, knowing he drove you wild.

Timothee’s head dipped down, and before you could even process what was about to happen, his tongue was flat against your core. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as he began to work his magic between your legs. He licked a long stripe up your center before twirling his tongue around your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming and you squirmed beneath the firm grasp he had on your legs. He sucked harshly against you and dipped his tongue tantalizingly in and out of you. As you continued to moan and whine, Timothee removed one of his hands from your leg and moved it downward. While continuing to tease your clit with his mouth, he carefully inserted a finger inside of you. You cried out as pleasure began coursing through you. He hummed against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge.

“Look at me when you come,” he said, watching you closely.

You forced your eyes back open and caught his stare, letting the pleasure take over. His eyes followed you as your orgasm washed through your body, his mouth never leaving your core.

As you came down from your high he pulled his fingers out of you and placed them directly into his mouth. Standing up and sucking on his fingers, he tasted you slowly. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, which was slowly replaced by the quiet rustle of fabric as you sat up and pulled your tank top off of your body. Silently, you thanked yourself for deciding not to put on a bra, since you immediately observed Timothee’s eyes scanning your naked body in a way that made you feel sexy beyond measure. You moved closer to him on the bed, hands quickly finding the edge of his shirt. In one swift motion, you pulled it up and over his head, revealing his toned chest and slight v-line that was partially shielded by the pants that still covered him.

Gently, you leaned forward, one leg on either side of his standing body, and kissed his torso. His already fitted pants were straining against him, the outline of his cock prominent beneath them. You ran a hand along his dick, relieving him slightly with the added pressure. You continued your light kisses that were traveling lower and lower along his navel. Timothee sighed above you and tangled his hand into your messy hair.

You tugged on his pants until they came down and loosely fell in a pile around his ankles. The sight of him standing in front of you with solely a pair of black underwear was enough to stir up a second round of the pounding between your thighs. Continuing your teasing kisses on his tummy, you pushed the black material down his legs, adding them to the pooled pile of fabric at his feet.

His cock sprung free from the confines of his underwear and stood tall in front of your face. The size of him made you quietly suck in a breath of air. He was big, and you squirmed in  needy anticipation. Instantly, you attached a hand to the base, looking up at him from behind your eyelashes. Above you, he bit his lip and watched you stroke him up and down. Timothee let out a whine, a sound you never knew how much you needed to hear until now. You couldn’t help but smirk a bit. Timmy was needy, whiny, and all for you.

You hands touched his length greedily, and you slowly moved forward again to position your lips around his tip. Carefully, teasingly, you bobbed your head down on his cock, letting him fill your mouth until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” Timothee’s jaw dropped open in silent pleasure, and almost as quickly as you had taken him in your mouth, he was pushing you back off.

“I’ve waited too fucking long for this and if you don’t stop that it’s going to end way too soon.” he panted. He bent down and took your face in his hands, letting his lips met yours again and his caressing your cheeks.

You felt him begin to push you backwards. His body was hot on top of yours as your back hit the bed.

“Want you, baby,” you hummed. “Want your cock.”

Timothee reached a hand between his legs pumping himself while you traced the line of his spine with one of your fingers. That was all it took.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into you painstakingly slow. He wanted you to feel every inch of him sliding into you, filling you up so perfectly. You moaned into his ear, gasping and moaning even more as he carefully slid out and back in, developing a quicker pace. Before long he was thrusting in and out of you, each time hitting a bit deeper inside of you. He pulled you close against his chest, fitting his mouth against the curve of your throat.

“You like that? You like my cock?” he groaned. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyelids hung low over his eyes. He reached down and pulled your hips even closer. Nothing separated the two of you anymore. Skin was on skin, hearts pounding against chests, and hands touching everywhere that was in reach.

“Shit,” you cry out, “I’m gonna cum.” You reached a hand up and titled his chin so that you were looking him dead in the eyes as he continued to fuck into you.

Timothee’s jaw hung open and you could tell he was close too. He thrusted his hips hard against yours, watching you take all of his rock hard cock so well. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he hit your spot over and over again.

You felt your vision start to blur as the familiar high started building up inside of you again.

“Timothee,” you groaned out, arching your back as your orgasm washed over you. You writhed in pleasure underneath his touch feeling so much relief that your eyes watered.

Timothee started letting out small, whiny, grunts above you holding you in place as he reached his own high. Burying his face back in your next, he stilled inside of you, cumming in hot, thick spurts and moaning against you.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily and taking a moment to process everything that just happened. He pulled out of you and rolled over, taking you with him so you were nestled into his side. You were the first to break the silence.

“I was so nervous when I opened the door, you know. I thought you’d be mad or something that I ruined whatever we had going on.” you admitted.

Timothee laughed, “You really thought I’d be mad that the hottest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on wanted me just as much as I wanted her? Yeah, definitely not mad about that.”

You giggled. “Stay. Please. Just stay here tonight.”

“Mi piacha… uh, mi piacer..” he stumbled on his Italian, leaning over and resting his forehead on yours. “Fuck it. I’d love to, Y/N.”

[spooder-moon]

Becoming - Part Four Jason Todd x Bat!Reader

Summary: You had been best friends with Jason Todd for as long as you could remember, things changed when he became Robin for sure, but they changed even more when he became the Red Hood.

A/N: Hey Guys! Sorry to anyone whose been waiting for this part, I went overseas for a few weeks and didn't take my laptop with me so I wasn’t able to write anything! Also sorry that this chapter is so fkn long, I got carried away. Also first time writing smut so please give feedback. Enjoy!! xxx

Word Count: 4.5k (I'm sorry)

Warnings: SMUT!!!! (as promised)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Five Part Six

*3 years later*

Gotham was a mess, when was it not. Crime bosses were thriving more than ever, the Black Mask in control of it all. And then there was this Red Hood guy who had decided to show up and take matters into his own hands. 

Batman and Nightwing had just come back from a mission at the docks, you had been told to stay back at the batcave, Batman wanted to go solo on this one but needed you for intel. However, Dick had decided to come back to Gotham for a month, and he barely follows Bruce’s orders anymore, let alone yours. 

“That Red Hood is a pain in my ass, literally. And seriously, what the fuck does one do with a weapon like that?” Dick said, announcing his arrival. He was talking about an Android that had the ability to absorb other heroes super powers, and it would have kicked his butt if batman hadn’t blown it’s head off.

“I mean, I’m guessing use it to try and take down Batman,” you replied, turning around in your chair to face him.

“Ok smart-ass, don’t get smug with me. I would’ve loved to see you try take it down.”

“Bet I could have done a better job than you.” You grinned, the playful banter between you two always lightening your mood. 

Dick came up and gave you a big bear hug, “It’s good to see you Y/N.” You stood up to hug him back. 

“Yeah yeah, you too.” You hadn’t seen him in about 3 months, you missed him you had to admit - but you’d never tell him that.

“Hey Alfred!” You heard Dick say to the man behind you as you pulled away from the hug.

“Good to see you Master Richard.”

“Great, now that everyone has said hello, Y/N tell me what you know about the Red Hood.” Bruce said gruffly.

Sitting back down in your seat you got up some footage of what had just happened at the docks. 

“There’s no trace of him anywhere, every diagnostic I’ve run has come up blank. The interesting part though is that when he took out his men to stop them from talking he could have easily shot you both right there. Instead he let the android have it’s fun. He’s clearly skilled and well trained, those sniper shots were from about 3 blocks away, so it doesn’t make sense as to why he wouldn’t just kill you. Maybe he’s an old enemy from the past? Someone you put in Arkham that wants revenge? I’m not sure but he’s clearly playing a game here.” You told them everything you knew about him which, if you’re being honest, wasn’t much at all. “From what I can tell from his antics with Gotham’s underground, he’s wanting to take out the black mask. Honestly it’s hard to tell who’s side he’s on. He’s stopped drug trading for minors but takes 40% of all other proceeds.”

Bruce grunted, “If he kills he’s not on our side. We’re done for the night, tomorrow you can keep looking for clues as to who he is and what he wants.”

You nodded, shutting down the bat cave computer. 

…

The next night you were listening for the bug that Bruce had planted in the Black Masks office.

“Batman, there’s a trade tonight that the black mask is operating. I don’t doubt that the Red Hood will be there to take it down. If you want to catch him this is your chance.” You said over the intercom that Bruce and Dick were on the other side of. 

“We’re on our way now, I need you to come out and tale us from a distance in case we lose him. Make sure he doesn’t know you’re there until you can catch him.”

Following Bruce’s orders you quickly got into your costume, grabbing your throwing knives - which you preferred to batarangs - and any other weapons you think you’ll need. You say a quick goodbye to Alfred as he takes over your place at the computer, before hoping on your bike and speeding out of the cave. 

You followed Batman and Nightwing from the ground as they chased the Red Hood over rooftops, all the while keeping your distance, sticking to alleyways and always being at least 3 moves behind. It wasn’t until you saw the train station explode that you jumped into action. 

You heard Bruce cough through the intercom, “Redwing, we’ve lost him and Nightwing is injured. I need you to-“

“I’m already on it, he’s in my sights.” You interrupted Bruce as you started the chase. You knew better than to be obvious when trying to chase him. Contrary to Bruce’s tactics you preferred to be sneaky and catch when they least expected it. 

Tracking his path you took the opposite one, as he turned down a thin alleyway you were there to cut him off before he could make it all the way through. Quickly, you threw a knife at his front tire, countering it and causing Red Hood to fly over the front of his bike with an “Oh shit” which you managed to catch.

Hoping off your own bike you were quick to knock him down with a hard hit to his chest before he could start running again. As he landed on his back winded you caught Batman’s attention through the intercom. “Batman, I’ve got hi- ah.”

Red Hood had kicked your legs out from underneath you and started to scale up the fire escapes on the side of the apartment building you were next too. “Nevermind,” you groaned to Bruce as you got up ready for a chase. Grabbing your grappling hook you followed him up the side of the building, arriving at the top at the same time he did. It surprised you when he didn’t run like you were expecting. Instead he stood facing you, his body ready to fight but not as tense as it had been while he had been fighting Batman and Nightwing earlier. You took the first swing, you knew hitting his helmet would probably hurt your hand more than it did his head so, you aimed at his side. You managed to hit him but he moved away before the force could do any damage. Red Hood continued to block all your attacks but seemed to never hit first. It confused you, frustrated you, made you more aggressive even. This wasn’t anything new, you often found that some crooks would go easier on you because you were a woman, thinking they didn’t need as much force to take you down. You made a point to always prove them wrong, you were just as dangerous as Nightwing, if not more when it came to your apparent anger issues. The men who went easy on you always lived to regret it. 

“Redwing, what’s going on?” You heard Bruce through the intercom. “Kind of in the middle of something here Bats.” You grunted as you blocked a punch coming your way. Finally, you thought, he decided to play fair. Something about the way he fought was familiar to you, as if you’d seen him in action before. And it was clear that he had been trained by someone of immense skill. 

You didn’t see the fist coming from your right until it was too late and it smacked your jaw. Ouch, he’s gonna regret that. Recovering quickly you jumped and landed a round-house kick on his chest, it was enough force for him to stumble closer to the wall behind him. Without even thinking you grabbed one of your knives and launched it at him. It lodged itself through his shoulder and into the wall behind him, pinning him to it.  

You heard him grunt in pain. “Oh you play dirty, I bet old Bats doesn’t like that.” You could hear the smugness in his voice, you frowned as you walked closer to him. 

“Game over Red Hood, how does jail sound to you? Cosy?” You were inches apart now, oh how badly you wanted you take off that helmet and see who was underneath. But you let your guard down, Red Hood ripped the blade our of his shoulder and pushed you against the wall instead, you stopped moving when you felt your own knife pressing into your neck. The Red Hood starting to say some snarky reply but paused when you turned to look at him properly. 

“Y/N?” He questioned in disbelief. You’re heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t because he knew your name, although that was alarming, but no, it was the way he said it. That voice, it was so eerily familiar, it was a voice that you knew you had heard before, but this time it was deeper. 

“How do you know my name?” You questioned in a whisper.

He ignored your question, “Seriously?! You’re working for the fucking Bat now? Of all the people, he recruited you?” He seemed shocked and angry through you weren’t sure at who. 

You repeated your question, this time louder and harsher, “How do you know my name?”

He laughed, “Oh Y/N, I know more than just your name. I know you better than you know yourself, or at least, I used you.”

“WHO ARE YOU?” You were angry now, and curious. Who the fuck was this guy?

“Nuh-uh-uh, not yet. This is way too much fun.” The amusement in his voice was irritating. You struggled in his hold trying to get free but stopped when you felt the knife pressing harder into your skin. “I’m going to let you go now and then I’m going to disappear and you’re not going to follow me, OK?” You grunted in agreement. 

“Great, before I go, I need you to do one last thing for me.”

The way he said that made you tense up, it was too familiar, you felt bile rising in your throat at the thought of what he was going to say next. You stared at him, eyes blazing and begging him not to do it.

“Kiss me.” 

Jason. 

…

You blacked out after that. You weren’t sure if he’d hit you on the head or if it was just from shock, but you woke up in your bed at the manor with Dick staring over you. Before you could finish sitting up you felt the bile rising at the back of your throat again and you sprinted to the bathroom. You felt Dick come in and hold your hair back and you started to cry thinking of tonights events. It couldn’t possibly be true, Jason is gone, dead is dead. 

“Y/N, what happened out there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Him and Bruce had obviously heard it through the intercom and come to find you after you stopped responding. 

“He knew my name Dick, how did he know my name?” You muttered out, cleaning yourself up at the sink. He said he used to know me, recognised me even with my mask on, and what he said to me. Only one person has ever said that to me, and that person is dead.” He knew you were talking about Jason, he could see it in your eyes. You got the same look every time you spoke about him, it was as if the life in you momentarily drained from your body, and suddenly you were back to that girl who almost killed herself 3 and a half years ago. 

You shook the thought from your mind. “It’s not him, it can’t be him. Jason is gone, dead is dead.” You found yourself saying this over and over, as if trying to make yourself believe it was true.

“It wasn’t him Y/N, someone was just messing with you, it couldn’t have been him.” Dick spent the night reassuring you until you fell asleep from exhaustion. 

…

The next night Dick went back to Blüdhaven to recover from his injuries. You had ventured down to the batcave just in time to catch Batman sneaking out. “Where are you going? Should I put my suit on?” You questioned Bruce, it wasn’t an unusual thing for him to leave on a mission without telling anyone, he still has ideals about working alone. 

“Nowhere, no, just stay here.” His voice was stern. 

You looked at the computer, seeing that whatever he had planned for tonight was still up there. He had received a calling from the Red Hood. “You’re going to see him? Why can’t I come?”

“I know what happened last night, and I have my suspicions too but you’re too close to this. You’re letting you’re feelings cloud you’re judgement.”

You looked at Bruce in disbelief, “I’m letting my feelings cloud my judgement?! You’re the one about to go help him fight off the Black Mask’s men!” You were outraged by how hypocritical he was being.

“This isn’t up for discussion, stay here or else.” With that he hopped into his Batmobile and sped off, leaving you in the dust. He should know that you weren’t going to listen to him, not when it came to this. With a huff you went to get changed into your costume, waiting 10 minutes before following him with the GPS tracker you had on him. 

As you arrived at the scene of the fight Batman and Red Hood were already well engaged in battle. You watched from the rooftops as Batman jumped through a car thrown at him. Ok, that was pretty cool. You couldn’t help but admire the way Batman fought, you always had. But watching the Red Hood work was enchanting almost, he was fluid in his motions and not as aggressive as Batman, it almost calmed you in a sense. 

You were distracted from your thoughts when the Red Hood blew up one guys head, you had to move out of the way as to not get sprayed with blood. You listened to them talk, how Batman tried to reason with the Red Hood but he wasn’t having any of it, instead launching a smoke bomb and disappearing into the night. You were quick to see where he went and even quicker to follow his movements. You almost didn’t see Batman pick up the blade that had sliced the Red Hood’s arm. 

You followed Red Hood through the streets of Gotham, making sure to be quiet and kept unseen, from what you could tell he hadn’t noticed you following him yet. He parked his bike in an alleyway behind your old apartment building. What was he doing here? You thought as you observed from across the road. You lost him when he went inside the complex. 

It was now or never, you were going to confront him. You took a chance by climbing up the fire escape to your old apartment. If he was who you thought he was, he’d be there. You were quiet to sneak through the window of your old living room, you froze as you saw him standing with his back to you at the other end of the room. You saw him lift his head up and his shoulders square, he knew you were there. 

“You’re not as sneaky as you think.” The Red Hood said without turning around, his voice still muffled by the helmet he wore. 

“Why let me follow you here then?” You asked quietly.

“You could say I’m particularly fond of my memories here, there’s a specific one that draws me here.” He was talking about your first kiss with Jason. 

“Who are you?” You questioned.

“I think you already know the answer to that,” he was right, you just didn’t want to admit it. 

“Take off your helmet.” Your voice was firm, it wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

He chuckled but obliged your order. His hands rose to the back of his head as he released the mechanism keeping the helmet together. Taking off the helmet to reveal the jet black hair you knew all too well, he placed it on the kitchen bench in front of him. 

“Turn around.”

He did, slowly. Even though he still wore a domino mask you recognised him instantly. He was just as beautiful as you had remembered him, only now more rugged, older, his jawline sharper, he was absolutely stunning. 

“Your turn,” he gestured to your domino mask which you pulled off gently after a moment of hesitation. You heard his breath hitch, “You’re even more beautiful than I remember Y/N.”

You walked up to him slowly until you were chest to chest. Gently, you reached your hands up to take off his own mask which he let you. When you finally saw his whole face and saw his stunning blue eyes up close you couldn’t help the tear that fell down your cheek. 

“Jason.” You breathed. “How is this even possible? How are you al-.”

You were cut off by his lips pressing harshly onto yours, you froze for a second, shocked by the abruptness of it, but the warmth that spread through you made you melt into him. As soon as he felt you kiss back Jason’s hands where clasped tightly onto your hips, drawing you closer every second. Your arms circled around his neck, one hand playing with the thick black locks you loved so much, and the other leaving light scratches on his upper back. 

The kiss became harsh, desperate, the need you two had for each other so undeniably strong. Your head was fuzzy as millions of questions ran through it. Has he been alive all this time? If so, why has he only just surfaced? Your thoughts were interrupted when Jason drew your hips together, and lightly grinded against you, testing new waters. You gasped at the action and Jason took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours in a battle for dominance which he eventually won. 

You both pulled away slowly, gasping for air and cheeks flushed in a warm glow. As you looked Jason in the eyes you saw a vulnerability you’d never seen before. 

“Please, I need you. Let me have you.” His voice was just above a whisper. So many conflicting thoughts ran through your mind in that moment. You knew it was wrong, you didn’t even know if he was the same person, you didn’t know what he had done these past years. But you thought about all the pain it had caused you when he died and you realised you would do anything for just one night with him. You would deal with the consequences tomorrow. 

Without saying anything in response you crashed your lips back to his, this time more feverish and needy than before. When he realised you were his for the taking Jason lifted your legs around his waist and backed you into a nearby wall, you crashed against it hard but you barely registered the pain - too focused on Jason. Your chests were flush against one another as your hips started to grind in sync. Jason let out a low groan which instantly shot right to your core. He pulled away from your lips and looked you in the eyes, asking one last time for permission. His eyes were clouded with lust and something else, you were sure yours looked the same when you nodded in consent. His lips dove to your jawline kissing and sucking harshly down your neck until your suit got in the way. Jasons hand snuck up to your neck line and gently began to pull down the zipper of your suit, until it stopped at your utility belt. With both hands he pushed the suit over your shoulders and down your arms leaving you in your bra with the bottom half of the suit still on. You were quick to respond by pushing his leather jacket off of his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground behind him. He began taking off his armoured top as you undid your utility belt and threw it across the room blindly. As his top came off the first thing you noticed was the scars that littered his torso, your eyes narrowed in on the fresh was you had given him just days prior. You leaned forward to kiss it gently, receiving a sharp intake of breath from him. 

“Sorry about that,” and you were, although you couldn’t help the slight smirk that appeared when you thought about it. 

He grunted, “You could have hit my heart you know.” 

Your lips started trailing up his neck and his breathing became shallower. “I have great aim.” 

You connected your lips again, you felt Jason move you away from the wall and start walking towards the bedroom. He gently placed you down on your old bed. Hovering over you he started to leave open mouth kisses down your body until he reached the end of your zipper, looking up at you he started to pull the rest of your costume from your body, with your help you were left in your bra and panties lying before him. Jason took a moment to admire your womanly body and how perfect you were to him. He lay between your legs as he began kissing up your thighs to where you needed him most. As he got closer, your breathing became more ragged with every kiss until a gentle kiss over your clothed core elicited a low moan from you. Without teasing any further Jason ripped the panties from your body and dove his tongue into your wet core, earning a loud gasp of pleasure in return. As Jason lapped at your folds you arched your back to rid yourself of your bra. One hand found itself locked in Jason’s hair, and the other massaging your breast and playing with your nipple. You couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips when Jason suddenly slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping roughly and sucking on your clit. As you tugged his hair harshly he moaned, the vibrations adding to the tight coil quickly building in you. 

“Fuck, Jay, I’m gonna-.” Just as you were about to hit your high Jason pulled away from you entirely. You looked up with hooded lids to see him hastily ridding himself of his pants and his boxers, his impressive length slapped against his stomach and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him. Jason moved to hover over you and you felt him brush against you just slightly, making you sigh. 

Jason smashed his lips back to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as you reached your arm down to grab his length, you pumped him a few times earning a loud groan from the back of his throat. Not being able to wait any longer you guided him to your entrance and he slowly pushed in, stretching you out as you winced slightly before sighing in pleasure. Jason moaned against you as he pushed all the way in before halting. He pulled away from your lips to look at you. 

“Are you ok?” He mumbled, voice laced with ecstasy. 

“I’m perfect,” you moaned out. That was all he needed to start moving. 

As he slowly started to move in and out of you his head fell to the crook of your neck where his lips sucked at your skin. Your face contorted into one of pleasure, a light frown on your forehead and lips parted slightly, occasionally letting small whimpers and moans slip past them. 

“Faster Jay, please, faster.” Your words came out breathless, you didn’t even know if he’d be able to hear them but when he started to pick up the pace you knew he had. 

Your body started to rock back and forth, your hips moving to meet his in perfect sync. Everything felt perfect, like this is how it was meant to be, like you two were made for each other. 

Without pulling away from each other you rolled until you were on top. Your hands planted firmly on his chest and his gripping your waist, guiding your hips up and down onto him. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes were closed tight and lips were parted to allow to shallow irregular breathing. The sight of him below you was so breathtakingly sexy it almost had you reaching your high right there. You continued to pick up the pace, you both of you were quickly starting to become undone. Jason quickly rolled the two of you over again, taking control once more to start slamming into you. You felt the heat building in your abdomen, it was like nothing you had experienced before, never this intense. 

Your walls started to clench around him and your nails left deep scratches in his shoulders, he let out a loud groan at the new feeling. “Jay I’m close. Fuck, don’t stop,” you managed to whimper out in your dazed state.

“Fuck Baby, I know, me too.” Hearing him call you baby sent you over the edge a few hard and long thrusts later, screaming his name you reached your high and your walls clenched tight around him. Jason came soon after, grunting your name and biting into your shoulder as he spilled inside of you. 

He continued to thrust sloppily, bringing you both down from your highs. You winced slightly as he pulled out of your overly sensitive warmth before he collapsed on top of you, your bodies slick with sweat and smelling of sex. You ran your hands through his hair as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, lightly kissing and nipping at the skin there. 

As you lay there in silence, chests heaving together the questions rushed back. Your mind was going crazy thinking about what had just happened but more importantly what would happen next. Would you wake up in the morning to find him gone, or would you leave first? Does this mean you two can finally be together after all these years? Was Jason even the same person? Did this actually mean anything? Would things change completely now or just stay the same? 

As if sensing that your thoughts were racing Jason lifted his head to hover above yours. His eyes searched every detail of your face as if finally seeing you after all this time, and yours did the same. You moved your hands to cradle his face, your right thumb stroking his cheek. Jason closed his eyes at the soft caress before leaning down to connect his lips to yours once more. This kiss was so much different from the rest, it wasn’t rushed or desperate, it wasn’t filled with the need to be as physically close as possible. No. This kiss was soft and slow and filled with hope. A hope you needed so badly in that moment.

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