#it really made me get over all my initial embarrassment and just kind of. fully embrace being earnest

[offorestsongs]

being in my little carefully curated fandom bubble makes me genuinely forget that some people still think that oc x canons or self-shipping or x reader fics or whatever are 'cringy' or 'embarassing'

[pitchsidestories]

akward and desperate for love II Lena Oberdorf x Lioness!Reader

masterlist I word count: 1005

a/n: hi everyone, the oneshot is inspired by this request here, let us hear your thoughts on it. ❤️

You hated the initiation ceremonies at Bayern Munich.

It had nothing to do with the club. You loved it here. You adored the city, the familiarity of the club and of course your teammates.

But the initiation ceremony filled you with dread and nervousness on behalf of all the new players. Even now, two years after your own initiation, the thought of singing in front of your new teammates made your skin prickle with embarrassment.

At least as an established member of the team, you had the privilege to just sit back and watch. Which was easier said than done, considering that your girlfriend had just joined the team and would have to face the same fate as everyone else.

In contrast to you, she seemed very relaxed about it. Not relaxed, you suddenly realized. She was drunk.

You leaned over to Georgia who sat across from you at the table: “G, why is Lena tipsy? I thought the beers all had no alcohol.“

Your fellow England teammate made a face as if you had just asked her the worlds’ dumbest question before she finally answered: “You really thought they were okay with non-alcoholic?”

She nodded into the direction of your German teammates. Many of them enjoyed their occasional beer but in all your time here, you had never seemed to get into it.

“But they’re all labeled as… Wait, what mischief are you two up to again?”, you interrupted yourself, turning to Georgia and Lea who tried to hide a giggle behind her hand.

“Nothing.“, the only other lioness in the team grinned innocently.

“Lies. They refiled them with alcoholic beer.“, Sydney blurted out, clearly also a few drinks in.

“Shhh.“, Georgia tried to silence her.

Simultaneously, you felt Leas elbow knocking hard against yours. Excitedly she pointed towards the stage: “Y/n! It’s Obis’ turn to sing now!”

“Children, the lot of you!”, you playfully scolded your teammates before turning to Lea.

Your heart dropped for a moment and your eyebrows knitted together as you watched your girlfriend take the stage. You felt unnecessarily nervous for her.

“Oh god…“, you whispered.

She seemed completely unfazed, flashing her typical confident smile at the team.

Georgia yelled: “What are you going to sing?!”

“Before I start to sing, I want to say a few words first. The past weeks have been really hard because of my injury…“, she started, fully ignoring Georgia. You could tell from the redness of her cheeks that she wasn’t sober anymore and you silently prayed that no one would notice that she paused for way too long already.

“Yeah, tell us, Lena!”, Georgia once again shouted from her seat, prompting her to go on.

“And I couldn’t have done this without my wunderbaren Freundin and Lea. I might’ve lost against her in the Euros final, messed up the tackle, but won after sliding in her dms. Luckily, she agreed to meeting me privately afterwards. This song is dedicated to y/n.”, Lena continued grinning.  

With closed eyes you went back to the time two years ago. It has been the perfect weather for your home tournament in England.

The fan excitement grew over the weeks, your teammates and you have never experienced something huge like this before, your lives forever changed by that summer in 2022. Lena and you both were even younger than now, both hungry and felt like you got something to prove.

 In the final the playing style of the German annoyed you to no end, the midfielder was reckless on the pitch and her challenges against opponents was ruthless. You could never imagine falling for someone like Lena despite her big beautiful brown eyes and loud but very kissable looking mouth.

She turned out to be a different person off the pitch. The young player who was your age was funny, charming and kind. Even a bit shy because you were her first big romantic relationship which you couldn’t believe at first because Lena was so lovable once you got to know her.

“Glad I was mentioned too.”, Leas laugh brought you back to the present.

“Lea, you know that you’re her platonic soulmate, right?”, you replied warmly.

“I appreciate that, but she loves you way more.”, the blonde declared winking.

“I hope the song is over soon, everyone’s staring at us.”, your voice slightly muffled against the fabric of the striker’s sweater in which you hid your burning cheeks.

“Don’t worry, they’re actually staring at her.”, Lea tried to comfort you in a reassuring tone.

“I hope so.”, you muttered under your breath.

Later in the safety of your hotel room you glared accusingly at your girlfriend. “I can’t believe you’d do this to me. In front of the whole team!”

“Why? That was fun.”, Lena frowned.

“It was embarrassing.”, you sighed.

“Was it?”, she chuckled amusedly.

“Yes, for me, you know that I worked hard for the place I’ve in this team..”, you started.

“And?”, the German interrupted you smiling sheepishly.

“You don’t feel guilty at all, huh?”, you realized.

“Nope.”, Lena replied letting herself fall on to the bed arms wide open.

“You’re terrible.”, you shook her head before following her on to it.

“You think so?”, the brunette looked alarmed.

“No, not really, I’m just joking. Promise.”, you quickly added when you noticed her concerned face.

Sometimes you both got lost in translation her English wasn’t the best and your German basically non existing.

 “I do hope so.”, she answered sincerely.

“To be honest, I’ve never been this fiercely loved before.”, you admitted.

“You better get used to it.”, Lena said, kissing you, before pulling you into a hug.

“I’ll. Good night.”, you promised. A glance at the clock let you know that it was already past midnight, and you were having training early in the morning.

“What do you mean good night?”, the midfielder gasped.

“It’s late or isn’t it overdorf yet?”, you teased her.

“It’s never overdorf.”, Lena replied cheekily before showing you that the night wasn’t over it had only begun.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Please do a subbish Choso with a kind girlfriend fem Dom reader that grabs his crotch (out of view of the others/they don't see what is happening from the chest down) even slowly massaging it, with other people in the room. They could be at a conference or being at an event with Yuji or something else and Choso doesn't know how to react/what to do because he is flustered, he knows it's not something you should do in public and he never had been in this kind of situation (or most experiences with her for that matter because she's his first, only and last <3).

-Selenophile 🌙🌌✨

This party was nice. Or, at least Choso thought it was nice. He had never been to one before now.

He watched from the sidelines as everyone chatted and talked to one another. Looking at the crowd but more often than not his eyes drifting over to Yuji. Choso was glad to see his little brother so happy.

“Hey you,” Choso turned his head to see [Y/N] coming up to him. A smile on her face and a drink in both hands. “What are you doing over here all alone?”

“Just watching.” He answered as he took one of the cups.

Choso was aware that he is different than most. Being half-cursed spirit he knows that he was not fully accepted by the people whose job it is to irradicate cursed spirits. It never bothered him though. He had his brothers, he had Yuji, and he had [Y/N].

She came to lean beside him against the wall. Also looking at the crowd. “If you’re not having fun, we could leave.” She suggested.

“I’m having fun.” He told her.

“Yeah, but we could be having more fun.”

Before Choso could ask what she meant by that, as it was clearly something mischievous from her tone, [Y/N] had slipped her hand into his pocket and began touching him through the thin material.

Choso balked at the contact. His initial thought to say something, or even yip like a lost puppy, but he stayed quiet. He didn’t want to draw attention to the situation. Get [Y/N] in trouble or embarrass Yuji. “Just relax.” She told him. Her voice hushed but firm. Still embarrassed, Choso had no choice but to obey. Again, he didn’t want to get [Y/N] in trouble. And….he wanted to obey.

Her hand was still warm even through the thin material of his robe. Thank God for blousy pants. His hand gripped his drink which he had yet to take a sip of hard. Eyes forward. Staring at the crowd. “Do you think anyone will notice?” Her voice cut in again. “Like, if they looked back here, do you think they would know what’s going on?”

“N-No…” Choso doesn’t want to imagine it. The looks of ridicule and disgust. Looks he was familiar with as he had gotten them all his life. And yet, he could feel his cock swell in her hand. Think of, just on the other side of the room, his social doom was just hanging there. All it would take was for one person to glance their way. The exhilaration of panic making a fast acting aphrodisiac.

“You better cum quick. That tent in your pants is getting pretty obvious.”

“I..I can’t—” Choso stifled a moan as her hand grazed over the tip of his erection through the cloth. The pre-cum leaking out also probably making it obvious. He couldn’t be expected to cum in front of all these people though.

“Oh come on.” [Y/N] cooed. Pressing up against him like she was going to tell him a secret. “Not even for me?”

Her teeth bit at his ear lobe. Making Choso shutter all through out his body and straight through to his cock. His cum spilling out in the material of his pants. Not nearly enough of his barrier to keep her hand clean or their secret secret. They were doomed now.

[Y/N] then took her drink and spilled it on the front of his pants. “Oh no! Oh I’m such a klutz Choso! I’m so sorry!” The shift in her personalities from dominating sex kitten to ‘bumbling idiot’ made Choso’s head spin. It already wasn’t very clear from his orgasm.

“Oh no, what happened?” Yuji asked as he came over, like a good brother, to check immediately.

“I spilled my drink on Choso. I really am sorry.” The half-spirit shuttered again as [Y/N] brushed at the area where his over sensitive cock was in an effort to ‘clean it’. “I don’t think it’s coming out….”

Yuji offered to be their shield so [Y/N] could sneak Choso out without anyone noticing the accident. He didn't want the other embarrassed. “Thanks Yuji!” [Y/N] told him as they slipped out the back. Choso also gave his thanks, but was too nervous that Yuji might realize what was actually going on to put any real effort into it.

“Well, that was fun.” [Y/N] teased as they walked back to her place. Choso couldn’t exactly agree, now that his head was clear.

He was embarrassed, over stimulated, and he was cold now from the moisture at the front of his pants making contact with the cold night air. He hoped all parties didn’t end like this.

[Y/N] then stepped in front of him and turned around. Blocking his pant with a mischievous grin again. “What do you say we head home and I clean you up properly?” Her intent was clear, even without her licking her lips at him, and Choso blushed. He hoped all parties didn’t end like this, but he wouldn’t exactly complain.

[decepticon-nerd]

Transformers: Earthspark - Season 3

Personal thoughts and opinions. Spoilers, obviously

1: Breakdown

I am a bit confused by Breakdown’s character in the series overall.

When we are introduced to him, it isn’t as a loyal to the cause Decepticon, it’s as a friend of Bee’s who seems to want nothing other than the freedom to go racing when and wherever he pleases. However, in the last two seasons we see him betray Bee more than once. In the first episode of this latest season, Bee sneaks into the dome with Mo and Thrash specifically to get Breakdown out, and Breakdown turns on him in favor of the other cons. Repeatedly through the show he’s gone back and forth between loyalty to Bee and loyalty to the cons.

I’m willing to accept that perhaps I’m misunderstanding the character right now, but in my (current) personal opinion, he seems incredibly inconsistently written.

2. Tarantulas

There is still no sign of Tarantulas since his first introduction. I am unsure if the character was cut outright due to budget reasons, but I’m disappointed that he does not reappear. A friend of mine stated that he could be dead, but we see no evidence of this in the show. Furthermore, he does not board Prowl’s ship with the other cons to head back to Cybertron. That being said, if he is alive, he is still on Earth somewhere.

3. Fair Maestro

I'm kicking this man right in the balls. He's annoying and he needs to be arrested with multiple unlawful imprisonment charges.

4. Megatron

I don't really give a shit if people like Earthspark Megatron or not, and I don't really care if he could have done more to stop G.H.O.S.T. All I care about is the fact that this man calls Twitch "Little Bird" multiple times and I am just

He loves these children with all his spark and I am experiencing emotions over it

5. Prowl

First impressions: I want to punch his teeth out. In a way, he kind of reminds me of Knockout - he initially calls the humans 'pets' and refers to them as fleshies multiple times. Due to a misunderstanding, he also physically attacks Megatron.

As episodes progress, he verbally attacks Megatron as well, at last until Megatron saves his ass.

He's blunt, he's relatively rude, and he's rough around the edges, but overall I personally think he's written well, and the show does a good job of keeping him from being a copaganda character.

There's also his side profile which made me physically recoil

Sir you look like a beluga whale why is your forehead so big

6. Starscream

This motherfucker got himself stuck in a baby jail of his own making and when we finally get to hear him speak again he's fucking having tea with Spitfire's corpse propped up in a chair across a table from him. Then Jawbreaker bites him, Hashtag kills him, and Prowl arrests him

7. Terratronus

Now we're getting into one of the big things that bother me the most. There is a whole ass green alien dome in the middle of the city. There is a whole ass titan in the middle of the city. Why isn't getting the dome down and making sure there's no civilians stuck inside with cons and a chaos storm one of the Autobot's biggest priorities?

Follow up question, why are the civilians of Witwicky just going about their day to day like nothing has happened?

In this day and age, someone has likely posted video footage to social media. The government should be fully involved by now, yet the most we see is Schloder tailing a road raging Bumblebee after he's infected with the hate plague.

That aside, we do finally get to see Terratronus in all her glory. And also, apparently, the power of friendship can turn this titan into a Valkyrie that can put TF1 Sentinel Prime to shame.

8. The Maltos

I think this bugs me the most, and I didn't even notice until my friend pointed it out. I think they may have whitewashed Mo and Robbie a bit. Not cool, Hasbro

Other things of note:

Ew, human romance and secondhand embarrassment

Oh, Izzy is a quintesson spy. Interesting. What happened to the real girl, then?

The chaos terrans are not dead

Breakdown get your ass back here you left your son behind

Frenzy and Laserbeak are iconic. Love them

Hasbro stop being homophobic and give us a medic you had the perfect opportunity with a FUCKING DRIVE IN THEATER

[yuseirra]

Can you make a comic where hikaru and ai are having romantic physical touch, like kissing or cuddling???

I actually never seen hikaru and ai being romantically together, I always love your doodle and theory about hikaai❣️❣️❣️❣️

I hope you never stop 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰

Hello~~~ heheheh.. I.. I was really surprised when I found this in my inbox today as I had my eyes open at 3am in the morning. What a coincidence because I ACTUALLY GAVE THIS AN ATTEMPT. JUST RIGHT BEFORE I READ THIS ASK. What timing, wow!! this was going to be left in my notes forever because I-...'d have been too shy to post it publicly but yeah it's dawn and I'm half-awake and dazed and all, I'm going to drop it here and slide back into the abyss

(yeah please do listen to Ruler Of My Heart btw I even translated the lyrics for you guys...it's in the link!! Imagine it's them singing them together lol. i listened to that as I drew this earlier)

I picture it's Ai who's made all the big advances, I mean that's exactly what's happened in the work. She initiated things. I think Hikaru'd have treated her very carefully considering how sweet he used to be.

To add, at this point I'm pretty sure these guys are at least inspired from Amenouzume and Sarutakhiko, they share too many similarities with those gods; and if that's the case, then even this is pretty accurate towards the legend and the gods because Amenouzume is the one who approached and got her man to love her, legends state SHE flirted w him and they just.. get married right after that. He just took a liking to her immediately... Even better, she literally got the perfect guy being the adorable and precious goddess she is, I'm so proud of her!! He governs over so many things and is so powerful (like one of the seven gods who have the title of Okami) but most of all he's virtuous!! He's noble!! Hey if I'M Japanese and and I write stories about the entertainment industry with gods involved there is NO way I don't incorporate this story somewhere?? I'd be so disappointed if it's not going to be mentioned when Amenouzume's already been brought up.

The reply got really long because I got overboard about this ship again, I'll put a read more ;)

If you've ever seen me throughout all these years, I draw tons of cuddles and fluff but I NEVER draw anything more than a cheek kiss, ever because I get embarrassed to bits. But with these guys...UGH let me justify myself, things look really bad rn but they ACTUALLY CANNOT GET ANY MORE MUTUAL IN CANON...

One of them states they were only alive when they had the other and that they loved her from the bottom of their heart and the other says they wanted to live with the other forever and confesses they were the first one they ever wanted to love, even while they didn't fully understand what love is!!! How strong IS THAT??

I care so much about canon, as soon as those dropped I just, there is no way I can't unsee that. It's just there. Furthermore, they already have two kids between them!!! They did all the things a couple would do, wouldn't they have??? I'm sure with all the positive comments they've made about each other, I can just go on and on.

What I can infer is, if there is someone who can make Ai drop those from her mouth out of her heart.. they're definitely the one who's made her really happy. She can't get more loving than that..he managed to do it, so I see him being so precious to her, he's worth everything to her you know? She went through so much for Kamiki's sake and yet she's so warm towards him I just can't!!! That's what got me because I could already see HE would have "loved" Ai a lot may it be twisted or not. Ai is smart. She's so serious about love too. Then what they had must have been so genuine. He couldn't have hurt her or made her suffer, that's not how it works.

The way I see it, he actually used to be the really gentle and timid type(this is what really gets me; he was so kind!!;), and he totally shifted upon having lost her. HE USED TO BE SO SOFT!!; and he still kinda is. I can see how he'd have been really nice in the past, it sort of does still seep through his behavior. He's just totally broken. This guy, I'm pretty sure he devoted himself to a cause related to Ai's life after she'd been gone...his life after her death is just him struggling to do something related to her, he's written that way and that's how he broke. How did he- what happened?? I just; he's broken so bad!!; Well.

Back to you, @jusmingamba :) I'm someone who's nuts over keeping close to canon,

if canon doesn't disappoint me, I can keep going... 'v')9 Thanks for the support! I don't want to stop either, I hope the MANGA doesn't make me feel that way, it's been so rough.. I knew it was going to be a tough road ;v; BUT GOSH. It's been so bumpy and tense and everything, I keep saying this over and over, but just what kind of guy did Ai love/?? The thing is, I see many good things about him but???;;; they make him appear as if he's so evil too so. I hope that's intentional. He has/had all the potential to be this really interesting and complex character, I hope they use it. I CAN. I WOULD. I CAN DO IT. SO I can't picture the artists not doing it themselves.. it'd be such a waste!!

If anything, they have to come back to them at least once before the manga ends because I cannot see Ai's wish being disregarded. That was an important plot point and I just DON'T see the plot being that cruel to her. They've been so cruel to Hikaru, geez.. but if he's someone she loved so much, I hope what she wanted does come through one way or the other, that's the only way I see this being a "fulfilling" story in the end.

I lost sleep.. I'm going to be so tired today and also pretty embarrassed from posting this but I regret nothing!! You're welcome!! Have a nice day!!!!

[stellar-waves]

my forever flanery fix

So I met Sean Patrick Flanery...

And I gave him a lot of art...

And I fully embarrassed myself in the process...

But I made him smile. A lot. And obviously, he made me smile like an idiot.

Didn't help that I just kept going back to him throughout the day. Each time, I felt more and more comfortable and got to talk with him about anything and everything.

My guy filled my heart and my camera roll with a million selfies of us together. 💗

I know, I know, it's super cheesy to say "omg meeting him changed my life," but it really did. And as a result I'm going to rework some things around here re: my pseudo-anonymity and ownership of my artwork. I'll explain everything below the cut...

I totally fangirled and admitted that he was the reason I went to Florida, because I wanted to meet him so badly. It was literally my first convention ever. I had printed out the Boondock Saints artworks I did earlier this year, signed my real name, and gave them to Sean. Same with this graphite drawing of him as Connor. I met another fan of his who was so sweet and kind and supportive. I got to see so many awesome vendors and other artists and even buy some rad art. (to borrow a phrase from Rabbitt 💚)

It all got me thinking about how I tend to hide my true fangirl nerd personality in real life because I'm so deathly afraid of what other people think. Hence why here and even on Instagram, I lived anonymously as a big fan who makes all this art and writes all these silly stories and musings and I just...I don't want to hide anymore.

So my stellar-waves Instagram account is going to get phased out—I've already deleted some of the art I had posted to share later on my personal account.

As for Tumblr...I'm going to update all the art with my signature (literally initials but still). Because I won't lie, part of me is seriously considering doing commissions and potentially selling my fanart as prints and stuff...maybe even at a convention? I don't know what that will look like just yet as I'm not sure I'm quite ready to link my personal account here. Nor am I quite ready to share my real name. But I am a visual artist first, so that takes priority as far as serious business/social stuff.

I think some anonymity will still exist for the sake of my fanfiction. Because I still want to write. It's been a fantastic release for me over the past year, and something I genuinely missed doing. But not exactly something I want to invite a lot of people from real life to see...especially the man himself, though surely my dude is way too busy to even pay attention.

So nothing is really disappearing per se...at least not forever. Some things will just look different.

And I was right... Sean Patrick Flanery is a goddamn saint for real. 🩵

. . .

[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Robstar Week Day 6: Faux Pas-sible (Prompt: Favorite Quotes Crossover AU)

So if you couldn't guess from the title, I kind of cheated today and completely switched out today's prompt for one from last year. The Crossover AU story was one of the ones I'd been most eager to write, but it was such a specific prompt that I couldn't combine it with one from this year like with the last three days. So, when I didn't get any real ideas for the "favorite quotes" prompt, I decided to replace it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Those of you who follow my fanfiction in general probably predicted the choice of crossover or can at least see it from the title alone, lol. It's actually a version of a scene that I had in mind for a full crossover story between Teen Titans and Kim Possible which itself will probably never see the light of day but is still something I like to play around in from time to time.

Faux Pas-sible

Robin yawned heavily and tried to stretch all his limbs at once as he made his way down from his bedroom to the Tower’s common area. The Titans had been up late the night before after Plasmus slipped into the sewers during a routine battle and led them all on a merry chase beneath the city. The guests currently staying at Titans’ Tower had been helping them out, and the mission had still ended with Robin covered in grunge and so annoyed and exhausted that he couldn’t even be bothered to change before collapsing into bed. He seriously needed to clean up soon (and wash all his sheets now, for that matter), but first he really just wanted coffee.

With another yawn, he opened the door into Ops to see that someone had already beaten him to the kitchen. The familiar shock of red hair and bright purple outfit made him smile a little. Maybe he could use a different kind of pick-me-up.

“Well, hello there,” he said, trying his best to sound alluring. He wasn’t really much of a flirt, but Starfire liked it when he tried to be cute and there was nobody else here to see him if he flubbed it.

He saw Starfire pause, startled by his entrance. She started to turn her head, but before she could turn around fully he placed his hands on her waist and leaned in close.

He then promptly forgot what he was going to say next, mostly because he was too busy being hurled over the figure’s shoulder and slammed hard onto the ground in front of her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Kim Possible snarled at him.

For a moment, Robin just blinked up at the guest of the Titans he had just inadvertently gotten fresh with. Too late, he realized that the gunk still on his mask and the counter blocking his initial view of her waist had kept him from noticing that he was looking at the wrong purple-clad redhead.

“...You’re not Starfire,” he finally squeaked.

Kim scowled down at him. “Yeah, no duh,” she said.

Robin just stayed on his back on the kitchen floor. From the heat in his face, he knew he had to have turned a brilliant red. “I would like to go crawl into a hole and die now, please.”

Kim raised an eyebrow at that. After a moment, she looked down at her mission gear and sighed. “You really mistook me for your girlfriend, didn’t you?”

Robin finally – if very gingerly – mustered the energy to sit upright. Kim had a really good arm.

“I really need to clean up and get a mask I can see out of,” he muttered by way of explanation. “Sorry.”

Kim considered it for a second, then shrugged and went back to preparing her coffee. Now it was Robin’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“You’re not still mad?” he asked, standing up.

Kim shrugged again. “Ehh. I trust you enough to believe it was an honest mistake, and frankly, this is exactly the kind of blunder Ron would make. Sorry for body-slamming you.” She picked up her mug and inclined her head toward the still-steaming coffee pot. “Coffee? I’m guessing that’s why you came down here in the first place.”

Robin let out a low sigh and rubbed the back of his head. “Honestly, at this point I think I’m so keyed up from embarrassment that caffeine will only make it worse. Let’s just agree to never speak of this again and I’ll go and change before I do anything else to make your team feel overly welcome.”

Kim smirked. “Deal.”

Robin was making his way back to the door when it opened without his input and Starfire – the real Starfire, he made sure to double check – drifted in. She lit up upon seeing that she was not alone in Ops.

“Oh, good morning, Kim Possible!” she called out with a cheerful wave to Kim. Then, more sweetly, “Good morning, Robin.”

She leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead, but then stopped. Her nose wrinkled a little. “Oh my, you are still rather dirty,” she told him in a low voice.

“Don’t worry Star, he’s well aware of that!” Kim called out with just a hint of a teasing tone.

Robin could feel himself blushing again. “Gonna go fix that now,” he muttered, pushing past Starfire before she could take notice and question him about it.

Having the extra help around was nice and all, but Robin was really going to have to keep in mind that there were currently more people in the Tower than the ones he was used to.

That, and maybe try and ask Ron what kinds of faux pas he'd made to be directly compared to this… incident. It would be useful to know how not to die of embarrassment.

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Hello! Feel free to ignore this, but I wanted to give my two cents about the MC's initial personality while playing. Now, this may be blunt, but at first, I was incredibly disappointed. Usually, I tend to play stoic/quiet MCs who don't lash or speak out, and it seemed to be quite the opposite to the distrusting and stoic mc in the game. However, I was thinking extremely hard about this, and I actually get why the MC was so outspoken, especially when V literally pointed a gun at them. Stoic and stubborn MC, from what I saw in the prologue, could easily be more nonchalant *before* the alien invasion, but that, obviously, changed. When C found them and brought them to the hideout, I didn't take into account that MC was in a vulnerable position, and I only focused on the part that MC hadn't interacted with another person in years. So, yeah, of course, MC may be overwhelmed, but their not gonna let people (V *cough*) walk all over them. I guess the thing was that I was so used to stoic MCs in IFs just standing on the sidelines and observing, but that is obviously not that kind of IF. The thing that had gotten to me the most, however, was the second-hand embarrassment of MC actually talking back to V after he blatantly insults them because I could never😭 I guess what I am trying to say is that even though I was seriously taken aback, none of the characters (including MC) are not gonna be 2-dimensional (as you have stated multiple times), and it has definitely grown on me, even if the MC was a little more of a fire-cracker than I expected. I am really looking forward to seeing where you take this story, and I will absolutely be eating it up because even if I might have to be tossing my phone across the room occasionally (bc my second-hand embarrassment is so easily triggered😭😭), I cannot get enough of your writing and characters!! I hope this made sense because I was just rambling about my take on if you are willing to make the MC a little more stoic or have some mute choices, which I am not against, but at the end of the day, I will still be reading the fuck out of Memento Mori! Have a good day/night!!! MWAH💋

Hi sunshine!

I appreciate your super-thorough analysis of both MC's personality and also your initial/developing reaction to it!

Just wanna offer some perspective on why I'm writing MC the way I am (you've already nailed a lot of the points but this is gonna be a succinct explanation from my head hehe)

MC is ultimately a fully fledged character in Memento Mori. While writing, I have about six different MC's in my head, each with distinct personalities, motives, and reactions to events. As I'm writing Ch. 2 in particular, I'm using these characters to influence the choices available and the stat checks necessary for certain actions. MC was never going to be a self insert. I love a good self insert sometimes, but it doesn't work with this if!

What makes characters feel realistic and multi-dimensional to me is their ability to break out of their different archetypes. We all know the ones like The Mean Girl or the Shy Kid or the Comic Relief. We can use your Stoic!MC example. Do we as humans act the same exact way every single day with every single event and interaction? No, we don't. Because we are complex, muli-faceted individuals that can have conflicting thought and actions, or opinions. What makes a character feel flat is when they are only given like 3 personality traits and stick to those regardless of what happens around them in the story.

So in Memento Mori, your Stoic!MC will have moments where they're outspoken and opinionated. The Charming!MC will lose their cool and lash out rather than smooth talk. The Friendly!MC will snap at someone without thinking. We aren't perfect, neither is MC, and I think that adds dimension to what can easily be a very blank slate kind of character. This isn't exclusive to MC, either! Veronica/Vincent will be nice to you sometimes for seemingly no reason. Zero will have moments where he is not okay and rejects your comfort when he reads it as pity. Cecelia/Chase will not always be the bouncy comic relief that uses humor to make everyone smile.

To add insult to MC's injury, like you mentioned in your ask, they are suffering from extreme amounts of PTSD and trauma. They have lost everyone and everything, they're a young adult living in complete isolation for two years. They're starving, they're injured, they hate themselves and being alive. It's going to take them a while to feel like themselves. In the span of one day, they've been nearly killed by a monster, then they're covered in blood guts and sweat when they meet C, then C brings them to meet 6 other people (including two aliens) and now they're going on this extensive journey with complete strangers, while that very morning they were contemplating ending it all. it's a lot.

By the time MC meets V, they are already at their limit of dealing with bullshit so V pointing a gun at them was never going to fly. V insulting them was a no-go either. Now, in the future, MC can ignore V more often because they'll be less on edge than when they were all first introduced. Once they have time to process, then they can react what is most familiar and comfortable for them. It will take time.

I laughed when you called MC a firecracker! I'd say they're more...unpredictable as a character when they're under high stress. As time goes on, they'll adjust and mellow out in some ways, but right now? MC has had ENOUGH with feeling like shit all the time.

I'm really glad you were a bit embarrassed by MC talking back to V because that was my goal AHDSEWLKMFRLK it's supposed to feel a bit uncomfortable. It's MC trying to clap back on someone when they have lost most of their social skills. It made ME cringe while writing it. Like oof MC, just ignore them???!!!

I'll definitely be adding some more options to be a bit more stoic or selectively mute in chapter 2, and as for chapter 1, I think more options to stay silent while talking to Cecelia/Chase or when they're speaking with Delphine/V could be good too. I'll see how it flows!

You'll see at the beginning of Ch.2 that MC already feels a tiny bit better. Nothing much but at least they aren't alone anymore, and they have a hot shower and some real food. So small wins for MC!

I think that's all I wanted to say for now!!! Thank you again for your message, my friend!!! I'm glad you're liking my writing and my characters, it does mean a lot to have your support!! <3

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Could you do reading on Kai and Kyungsoo relationship please. Thank you <3

Kai and Kyungsoo's relationship according to tarots

Hi anon! It was on my to-do list, so here it is! It was a fun reading, they must've been pretty young when they met, especially Kai :')

Disclaimer:

My readings are made for fun and you should read them for fun too. So don't take them seriously.

Their relationship

7 of wands, rev 4 of cups, rev 5 of swords

It's a relationship that didn't begin on a good note.

I think there was some sort of evolution, getting to know the other better, sharing experiences etc.

It was a process to build trust in each other, so I assume that at first they might've been a bit wary of each other.

One of them felt like they were left out or ignored.

At one point they solved their problems although I don't think there was a real issue like them arguing about something, but it was more like having a prejudice or a preconception that was later proved wrong naturally just by spending time together.

I have the impression Kai was a bit immature when they met and he couldn’t understand Kyungsoo at all.

But at some point they found a common ground and started to work on their relationship.

I think there’s appreciation and respect in both parties and a willingness to preserve their union.

If you’re willing to protect a relationship, it means there’s a lot of affection and interest for each other.

It's possible one of them became protective, like a support whenever the other feels lost.

I truly feel that they really developed a nice and comfy union.

What Kai thinks

rev the fool, rev the temperance, king of pentacles

He thinks Kyungsoo is mysterious and hard to understand.

It’s possible at first he wasn’t even that interested in knowing him more and it’s possible he had a bad impression of him

He probably was unable to read him and got contradicting signals, like idk Kyungsoo might've seem very cold, but then he was willing to give him a hand or to lend him stuff, so he might’ve wondered for a good chunk of time if Kyungsoo hated him or not.

It’s kinda similar to what I found for Chanyeol, but he tried to approach Kyungsoo and his introverted aura was interesting for him, while Kai was extremely intimidated, so it might’ve taken him longer to get used to him.

Chanyeol got King of Wands in his reading while Kai gets king of Pentacles. Kyungsoo is indeed a king lmao

Jokes aside, king of pentacles shows that at some point Kai got to know Kyungsoo better and that he realized that behind his cold aura there is a very kind and reliable person, mature, successful, loyal, encouraging.

Pretty much like Chanyeol, he also recognizes Kyungsoo’s solidity, his hardworking persona and his sweet heart.

From this it seems like Kyungsoo is a pretty coherent person and always himself, no matter who he’s dealing with. It would be fun to do a reading with another member and see if I get again similar vibes lmao

What Kyungsoo thinks

rev 3 of swords, rev the wheel, rev 5 of wands

I feel Kyungsoo might’ve felt Kai’s “fear” of him and probably got a bit hurt because of that.

Probably he wanted to be friends from the first moment they met, but Kai was like “omg does he hate me?”, so he might’ve felt extremely frustrated.

He might’ve wondered why he was so intimidated by him even though he never did anything wrong.

At some point they managed to solve their issues, as I said. Kai finally understood Kyungsoo better.

Or simply Jongin became more mature.

I’m not sure if Kyungsoo fully got over the initial stage of their relationship, he might have those 3am moments when you wake up and remember what you did when you were 15yo and he probably remembers how awkward they were.

Probably there were pretty embarrassing moments for him, who knows if any of the other trainees teased them or something like that.

But now they definitely reached an equilibrium, they have a peaceful relationship.

[comphet-critical]

What if i had sex with like four guys (only piv with one, but gave oral/handjobs or tried to with the others (i'm bad at it lmaoo)) but was drunk?? I mean, i wanted it to happen, and i remember even feeling dissapointed when they didn't have condoms with them so we couldn't do piv, but maybe it was just bc i was drunk and wasn't fully realizing what was going to happen?? As you can imagine, all four guys were strangers i met at the pub. Next day i didn't feel repulsed but i certainly didn't wanna know anything about these guys and even felt anxious when one of them kept on texting me (i had to block him)

Also, i had sex with one guy who i met on tinder (it was on our third date, and we had been talking for two months i think) back in march/april of last year, being fully sober and while it wasn't really pleasent bc he was too big for me and i was kind of awkward i didn't feel repulsed but when it ended and we went to sleep i felt super anxious about it bc i didn't really enjoy it either and couldn't really sleep :/

i went home the next day and we even had a fourth date and had a good time hanging out but i remember him implying that we could go to his home to hook up again and i excused myself saying that it was a really nice day outside and that we should enjoy it. Eventually, we kind of planed a 5th date in his house to watch a sport that we both liked but i felt anxious about it (bc i knew that he would try to have sex again) and i declined and eventually we stopped talking.

Apart from all of this, i think i've had crushes on boys/men, but i'm not really sure anymore, and i think that sometimes it was more wistful thinking or even admiration in the case of the celebrity ones??? But from time to time i find a guy attractive (mostly when i'm kind of buzzed but not always) and i don't know what to believe because granted my experiences i don't know if i would enjoy being sexual with him or not.

Like, last time, i was hanging with two of my friends and some friends of them and while we were drinking at my friend's house, one of them caught my eye and i kind of felt attracted to him and this only intessified when we went to the club and i tried to dance with him (and got succesful lol). I remember feeling jealous when he would dance with the other two girls in our group and happy when he started to dance with me. Also, i felt warm and comfortable with him touching me and i felt like i was into it. At some point i tried to make out with him but he let me know that he wasn't interested and just liked dancing with girls because of the sensuality or whatever (also i think he told me he was gay but then told another girl he had a girlfriend so to this day i don't know lmaoo) and so nothing happened and eventually we went home and i was very embarrassed the next day bc i probs made him uncomfortable. Also, when we were saying our goodbyes i told our mutual friend that i wanted her to let me know when he was coming on our next night out and apparently i was very insistent over it.

Aaaaaaand i could give other examples of my experiences with men, but i'm already sorry i made you read this. But basically there's been men in which i have had some interest/crush but i could never really test it because i never tried or because they weren't interested. On the other hand, because of this sometimes i've settled for guys that wanted me and entertained them for the night, a few days (twice at a summer camp lmao), and with the tinder guy i guess for a month, before i got tired/anxious (the ones i made out while on a night out were more or less fun, mostly initiated by them. The only time i really initiated and felt like i wanted to know about the guy the next day i forgot to get his number and our mutual friend said he wasn't attending classes anymore lmao).

And lastly (bestie i swear i'm sorry for putting you through this) i kinda had two boyfriends when i was like 8 and 12 (so not really bf but you get it) and the first one didn't really like me and when he told me i remember crying and feeling upset about it and the other one apparenlty didn't like me either (we actually dated for like 3 months even if we didn't see each other that much but we kissed and i didn't feel repulsed nor anxious, which it's interesting i guess, but also it didn't feel special, just fine i guess) and lets say i was dramatic and made a scene in front of mutual friends and people made fun of me for several years which affected me and made me really insecure (among other things but whatever).

Sooo, i know you are not a psychologist (i should talk to this to a therapist, i know) but what do you think about my experiences?? I know i'm attracted to girls but figuring out how i feel about boys is so difficult and makes me stressed and sometimes i think it even consumes me?? Almost as it was a puzzle and i needed to me make sense of all the pieces and i can't rest till i figure it out. Btw, i'm a 23 y/o and at some point i thought of my self as a lesbian due to some of these expierences but then i've met a guy that caught my eye or that i kind of felt attracted to (like the one i danced with) and i don't know what to think. Anyway, sorry for all of this, in a way i just needed to vent because it's all to much.

you’re bisexual

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How do you experience panic attacks I wonder if that’s what’s happening to me at night and early in the mornings

Oh boy this is gonna be long.

Cortisol levels are higher in the morning so it’s sort of normal to feel anxious in the morning! If I have something stressful to do and i’m up early for it I can’t even eat I’ll like gag. But I also have generalized anxiety and other craziness as well. I don’t have panic the same way I once did. Everyone experiences them differently! Some people cry and literally freak out, some are just quiet. Panic attacks are usually random and from pent up unresolved anxiety. Someone who didn’t know me well probably wouldn’t know I was having an issue aside from getting shaky. Mostly because I’m deeply self aware to my own detriment and will never make a scene or make myself look a mess so I internalize everything. I don’t like medical things and have had a lot of that recently and internally am stressed but on the outside it looks like I’m chillen, like unless you really know me you wouldn’t know fully, that’s probably why I’m not always babied by strangers (which is great for me) I don’t want that and it makes it worse. I do well actually in stressful situations/environments and on my own in them at times because without a source of familiar comfort it makes me flip a switch in my brain to look/be brave as fuck, because what I’m not gonna do is embarrass myself ever and I can pull a good poker face. Growing up I went through a lot alone and I can go back to that place and deal with a lot and rely on lil ol me to get through it, but gonna need all the comfort after. It’ll just take a lot out of me physically after. Mine have gotten so much better and it’s more rare now. I mostly just get extremely nauseous and feel like I’m probably going to die immediately, and it’s random like I can be washing dishes and get a wave of doom wash over me and internally am like running from a bear in the woods but standing at my sink. When I use to get them bad a couple years ago I’d get them at night and would have to lay down and like sweat it out basically, lasted for hours back then. It’s just your fight or flight response misfiring, but it literally feels horrible and I wouldn’t wish the feeling on anyone, takes a lot out of you, like ur body is reacting to danger and there’s a lot of physical symptoms, and that dread ooof gurl. I can cope wayy better with it now but you never can get use to the initial feeling. If you’re going through this I promise it’ll get better, in 2019 I took cold medicine and got really drunk and ended up in the er from what was like a bad reaction/medicine induced panic attack it was terrible, after that I was having them like daily for months. Was a nightmare, because I didn’t know what was happening it took a long time but I climbed out of it and I very rarely have them now and if I do I can get it together. I had a mild one at work this past winter randomly and just paced around and felt like throwing up but didn’t, and made it through and still did my work. I actually went and took the trash out to the dumpsters in the dark (cold air helps). I don’t let it like devastate my life anymore and that’s kind of key, not giving it so much power. They don’t scare me as much now so I can get over it faster and now they don’t happen as much. Anxiety feeds off anxiety. It’s just your body trying to protect you unfortunately it’s bad timing and feels not good. A misfire. I take way better care of myself now. I take magnesium (glycinate or taurate) for my anxiety and it help me a lot, also walking and doing cardio helps. You’ll come out of it promise, it just takes time.

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Leona Smut Drabble 3(?)

More cunnilingus with Leona cuz I said so 🥰

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The sight of Leona crawling on his knees was intriguing. But that intrigue quickly turns into apprehension when you realize he was crawling his way to you.

It wouldn’t be a lie to say you were avoiding Leona. It’s not like you got into a fight, but you really needed to focus and get your work done. It was easy so you didn’t need Leona’s help, but that was the problem. When you need his help he’s the best person to be around. When you try to hangout with him while you do your work however… It’s almost like he takes it as a challenge to distract you and keep your eyes only on him. Pulling you down for naps, tugging at your hands or clothes, even initiating something.

Leona already reached you before you could make a decision on what to do. Grabbing at your inner thighs Leona lifts himself up so he is now resting on his knees, towering over your slumped form. With no prior notice he grabs your pants and rips them down the middle, doing the same with your underwear. You stare at him unimpressed. Unfortunately you’re used to these kinds of antics already but you're not going to make this easy for him. Crossing your arms you stare back hard, Leona matches that stare with a slight smirk. He tightens his hold on your spread legs, keeping them on either side of his waist, winning the silent argument between you.

The moment you saw Leona approaching you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus on work. Even if he was a good kitty and just napped beside you, his presence is distracting in general. But when Leona leans in and starts peppering your neck with kisses, you resume ‘working’ just to spite him.

Ignoring the feeling was harder than you thought, but you never should’ve underestimated Leona in the first place. Slowly dragging his teeth down your neck he lets his textured tongue trail up the skin of your throat as he sucks hickeys there as he uses his palm to play with your cunny. Still giving no response you're shocked out of your count to ten when Leona picks you up. Your back is against the wall and your inner thighs on his shoulders making you about a meter in the air. Forcing to rely on Leona to not drop you.

Smiling at the shocked look on your face, Leona wastes no time running his tongue up and down your clit. Trying not to squirm too much so you don’t fall, you look at Leona pleadingly. “What’s wrong? You were ok with avoiding me and ignoring my presence, just go back to work.” From there he continued to work on your cunny. Taking advantage of your fixation on his textured tongue, flattening it out to lick at your folds. Sucking on your clit, Leona shakes his head slowly from side to side.

The rapid feeling of your orgasm approaching made you just want to move away, but there was nowhere to run. When your body inevitably starts shaking you’re surprised to see Leona not falter at all as he continues to hold you in place securely. He was methodical in how he worked, rapidly flicking at your clit with his tongue just the way you liked. While trying to keep your balance one of your hands reaches down and places it on his head, accidentally tugging on the roots.

Fully expecting to get scolded or even edged for pulling on Leona’s hair, your apologies are cut short by Leona’s moan. Leona makes no acknowledgement of this though and only goes harder. Pushing his tongue past your gummy walls and placing wet kisses on your cunny.

Minutes felt like hours as Leona only gets messier with his eating. Lewd suckling and slurping noises paired with loud squelches. Made you cover your face in embarrassment.

Arching your back, Leona follows your body’s reactions while you cum, continuing to devour your cunt. Only moaning louder when you try to tug his face away from your heat. Digging his face deeper between your legs to make his tongue reach deeper inside you made your toes curl. The texture of his tongue you could not get over as it was rubbing along your walls.

Your next orgasm approached quickly but something felt different, it felt really weird. Before you could string together to warn Leona you’re already coming. Your body shakes as you see white, but the leftover panic shoots straight back up when you feel like you just peed. Looking down you did not expect to see Leona’s lower half of his face, as well as the upper part of his shirt, drenched. You then belatedly realized, you just squirted.

A small break was all you got as Leona pulled away to catch his breath. But taking one look into his eyes and you can tell that you won’t be leaving the gardens anytime soon.

[frankenhookersmonster]

stop making sense - chapter one, “shot in the dark”

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (no smut here but this series + my blog are 18+ so minors kindly leave xx), eddie munson x afab!fem!reader, slowburn, fake dating!, kind of enemies to lovers!, catcalling, jason being gross, eddie being a reckless driver, mention of drug use

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It was the third time this week Jason made a comment when you walked by. He’s always propped up against his car, surrounded by guys who all look identical: same beady eyes, same stupid swoopy hair. They’d all stare as you walked to your car, almost like they were waiting for you to leave your last class. They’d perk up, snicker to each other as Jason would straighten himself out and clear his throat. “Y/n! When are you gonna let me take you out?” 

You completely ignored him, not really sure what reaction he was looking for. Maybe he thought it was romantic, some story to annoy your future children with about how he won you over after consistent pestering. All it was doing was grossing you out, giving you something to talk to Robin about. 

You continued on to your car, already seeing tufts of red hair and dark earthy clothes, not dissimilar to your own, hovering by the passenger side door. Jason persisted though, turning himself to face you fully. “Just give me a smile and I’ll leave you alone, sweetheart.” His voice was almost sing-songy, rhythmic, and his words made the group beside him erupt in laughter and words of encouragement. He was lying, even if you did smile he wouldn’t stop bothering you, both of you knew that. You thought you would be embarrassed, all of your peers heading home for the day just to catch Jason Carver attempt - and fail - to woo you. In reality, you were embarrassed for him. 

It wasn’t a secret that he and Chrissy Cuningham had broken up. Though the two of them kept everything relatively private for a while, they just so happened to be the most well known people at Hawkins High School, so rumors spread. The most popular one was that Chrissy wouldn’t put out and Jason dumped her, you didn’t necessarily believe it. Chrissy was a nice girl, you had known her since you were kids, small town and all. You weren’t friends by any means, but you would occasionally make friendly conversation if the situation led to it, sometimes you’d even pair up for group projects. You never understood what she saw in Jason, and when you’d happen to eavesdrop, it wasn’t often but her and her friends could be loud, she always seemed to complain about him. So you doubted he initiated their breakup, and the thought of him crying over a girl did make you smile. 

Jason was a dick, always had been and likely always would be. He was something out of a movie, a villain who thought he was a hero, and though some people treated him like royalty, most realized how strange he was.

You weren’t sure why he picked you to be his next target. You were pretty, but that’s about where the similarities ended with you and Chrissy or any of the other girls Jason had dated. More often than not they were cheerleaders, got good grades in all of their classes, popular with the student body and teachers, who came from neighborhoods where all of the houses looked exactly the same with yards with flowers that never seemed to not be fully in bloom, perfect girls to bring home to mom and dad. 

You didn’t necessarily think you were all of that, you weren’t a cheerleader, you didn’t have any interest in most of the extracurriculars your school had to offer. Your grades were decent, you certainly had the time on your hands to get your work done, and get it done well. Friends weren’t your strong suit, you had a handful of people you were friendly with but only confided in a number of them that you could count on your fingers. 

As far as suburbia goes, you had hardly even stepped foot in a neighborhood that had a picket fence. You lived your whole life in a trailer park, first one your mom shared with your grandparents and then, once she had gotten her footing in a job that underpaid her, a trailer for the two of you a couple hours away in Hawkins, Indiana. It wasn’t The Ritz, but it was good to you. 

As you made your way through the parking lot, the boy’s harassment got drowned out by tires screeching against the pavement and chatter from various sports teams heading to their respective fields. Your car was close, Max Mayfield finding you in the crowd and shining you a rare smile. Once you unlocked the door and you both made your way into your seats, she turned her music off. Usually you noticed she would just remove her headphones and drape them around her neck, the faint sounds of synths and vocals still ringing from them. Even then, there were some days she wouldn’t even take them off. In your car, though, she’d always take them all the way off and rest her walkman in her lap.

Your mom was the one that offered for you to start giving Max rides around. She had started taking the bus, but after seeing how early she’d have to get up to walk to the stop and how late she’d get home in the afternoon, your mother felt bad. Though you protested at first, she sweetened the deal with the promise of gas money. Max turned out to be a good kid, she acted a little bit older for her age, so much so that you would forget she wasn’t a friend to confide in and slip up about something mildly inappropriate. You liked your drives together, even if they were very long, and you could tell Max liked them too. 

“Did Jason give you a compelling enough case today? Ready to take him up on that date offer?” She was clearly joking, poking fun. She didn’t have a lot of people she got like this with, her mom worked a lot and all of her friends were fifteen year old boys, so not really the best company. You turned the keys in the ignition, immediately fumbling with the radio with a deep groan. “God, that dickhead’s gonna be the death of me.” Max giggled at your words as you settled on a song before quickly pulling out of the school parking lot.

“I don’t understand how he just doesn’t let up. Like, is he convinced that one day you’ll just change your mind and give him a big wet kiss?” The thought of locking lips with Jason Carver made you legitimately sick to your stomach. You mustered up a gag. “Just tell me something about your day that’ll distract me, please.” You watched Max tilt her head back from the corner of your eye, searching for something to say. “All of my classes were boring, Lucas is sick so I didn’t even get to see him today.” 

You both went quiet, you could feel her staring daggers into the side of your face. “How is Lucas?” Her eyebrows furrowed. “I just told you, I didn’t see him today.” You could almost hear her blink at you. “No- I mean, how is Lucas?” Max pressed herself into the seat, grumbling. 

The two of them had been pretty hot and cold, after a particularly bad day Max had told you all about it. It was clear to you that he was still into her, but she had gone through a lot over the past year and probably wasn’t ready for a relationship, as juvenile as it might be. Nonetheless, you liked to tease her. 

“I’m not talking about this.” Her face was in her hands, voice a little muffled. “I’m just messing with you. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She shuffled in her seat, a hand fidgeting with the seat belt before she spoke again. “There’s nothing to talk about, I guess. But once there is, you'll be the first to know. In return, I expect every detail about you and Jason’s passionate love affair.” You reached a hand over to smack Max’s shoulder. 

“Not funny, Maxine. The thought of him is making me nauseous, do you want me to throw up and drive us off the road?” She continued to laugh, and though you agreed that Jason going after you might be entertaining from afar, being involved in his little game was anything but. His comments, though initially made you angry, made you feel dirty. He probably thought they were harmless, but when you were alone in bed late at night, lights off and curled up in blankets, his words, his voice, they rattled around in your head. You tried not to let things get to you, but how could you not let this creep up and make your chest heavy? You wanted to stay strong, make it seem like it didn’t faze you, especially in front of Max, but it did. 

“He’ll get bored sooner or later, or maybe he’ll get back together with Chrissy.” You nodded at her words, realizing how reassuring she can be. You paused at the light only for a moment before it went green again. 

You hit the brakes fast, though, because to your left a van flew by and turned down the road you were headed. Your arm flew to Max, stopping her from moving too far in her seat. “You alright?” You asked, a little out of breath and adrenaline running. She nodded, loosening her grip on the side door handle. You both watched the van bump down your road, headed into the trailer park. “Fuckin’ Munson.”

You met Eddie Munson when you were ten. He was a little bit older than you, swore like a sailor, and claimed he knew how to drive. He moved into his uncle’s trailer, the one diagonally across from yours, though despite this you hardly interacted. He was always up to something, lighting firecrackers outside of people’s windows, playing his music so loud in the middle of the night that all the dogs in a hundred mile radius bark for what seems like hours. Your mom always told you to stay away from him, that he was just trouble. So you’d watch him and his antics from your bedroom window, more fascinated than anything. That fascination slowly turned to annoyance, sometimes you just wanted to sleep and not hear Ozzy riffs mixed with dog whines. 

At school, Eddie was a smart ass. Always talking back to teachers and picking fights. He was in the right a lot of the time, and you had to admit that his quips could make you laugh. That didn’t mean it wasn’t obnoxious, coupled with the loud theatrics he’d display through the halls and in the cafeteria. 

His driving had always been bad, he drove too fast, swerved, and never paid attention to the road. This wasn’t the first time he had cut you off, it actually happened quite often. You never brought it up, never had the chance to since the times you’d interacted in the past few years was in the single digits. And as you and Max crawled up to your house, you both looked on as Eddie waltzed up to his house, nonchalantly. “He must almost hit a million people to not be fazed by that.” Max muttered, and though she was joking you could imagine Eddie nearly hitting every car he passes on the road.

You parked, waving Max goodbye as she gathered her stuff and trudged over to her front door. You pulled your bag out of the backseat and caught yourself looking over to the Munson trailer again. It looked as if no one was home, all the lights were still off even though you knew Eddie was inside. Your gazing didn’t last long, you were tired and your bed was calling, only for you to lie in it and think about that dickhead Jason Carver.

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[beyondspaceandstars]

The Knife

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, fingering, knifeplay/knife kink, dirty talk, slight degradation, slight metal arm kink, definite finger and hand kink - 18+, minors DNI Summary: Seeing Bucky casually flip and twirl knives really does something for you. And he happily indulges the fantasy. A/N: Alright I’ve never really written a bit of any kind of particular kink but I mean, come on, of course I had to try. I am super aware this is not the most original idea but I still wanted to add my take on it. p.s. i forgot to do an initial tag list portion on this because i am not used to having one but i will fix that for the next lmao i am sorry

Masterlist

You thought you were going to explode as you walked into the kitchen. Standing in the middle there was Bucky mindlessly flipping one of the knives in his hand — of course, it had to be the metal hand — as he cooked dinner, watching the food simmer away.

He looked so casual as he lingered at the stove, twirling the knife between his fingers. He was doing little tricks, tossing it in the air and catching the handle of it perfectly. It was just so effortless — and made you unbelievably wet.

Truly, this wasn’t a super uncommon thing to come home to. As some people bit their nails or played with the ends of their hair, Bucky twirled kitchen knives. While a habit you’ve now come to… appreciate, it certainly startled you the first time he did it. He had thought nothing of it, much like the position he was in now, as he played around with the knife. While the naturalness of his motions was quite a sad habit he had been forced to pick up, he seemed more comfortable with it. Almost treating it like some special talent or party trick. As for you, it was just a fucking turn-on.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the knife and your boyfriend’s moving hand as you slipped off your shoes. You placed your purse down gently, slipping off your coat. Bucky turned around as he heard your movement.

"Hey, doll," he greeted you with a warm smile, the knife not stilling. He never missed a beat.

Your words were losing you as you watched him keep up his motions but now he leaned against the kitchen counter, across from you. You had apparently been hypnotized in the motions because Bucky was giving you an odd look, eventually breaking you out of your phase as he asked, "Are you okay?"

You blinked in surprise, forcing your eyes away from the weapon and to his beautiful, concerned face. You gave a small smile. "Yeah, sorry," you chuckled, walking over to the stove to inspect what was on the menu. "Long day," you added, waving a hand in dismissal.

"Yeah?" He hummed. "Something got your mind occupied?"

You picked up a spoon to stir around the vegetables. You were about to respond, trying to shake off your initial feelings when a body was suddenly pressed against your back. You gasped at him, at the surprising force he possessed. He practically towered over you. His breath was heavy as he leaned down, his lips just grazing over your skin. One hand suddenly came to your hip while the other, holding the knife still now, pressed the side of it to your skin. You just about jumped at the sudden action.

"I-I’m fine," you mumbled, trying to ignore the cool metal pressing to your hot skin. Trying to ignore how it went directly to your core. Trying to ignore the god damn wetness pooling —

"What’s got you worked up, baby?" Bucky asked. You could pretty much hear the fake frown he wore, acting all innocent. While you two had never talked about any sort of weapon play, or really many kinks to begin with, he must have seen the lust encompassing your eyes.

As he waited for an answer, Bucky trailed the side of the knife up and down your arm, cautiously and slowly, letting the metal cool you. His other hand gripped your hip tighter. You let out a sigh at his touches, unable to really keep yourself together anymore.

"It’s- It’s the-," you lost your train of thought as Bucky’s free hand came up under your shirt, caressing your side gently. He moved the knife to begin tracing your collarbones obvious by that little bit of neckline skin peeking out from your blouse. It was surprising but earned him a moan from your lips. Bucky chuckled darkly, placing a soft kiss on your neck.

"It’s the knife, isn’t it?" He asked, finishing your sentence for you. There was just a hint of mocking in his tone which didn’t help the wetness still forming between your thighs.

Weakly and just as pathetically, you nodded. It was all you could do — you couldn’t trust your voice.

Bucky seemed to like that as he began pressing on. The hand under your shirt slowly made its way down your torso to the buttoning of your jeans. He popped them free and wasted no time dipping two fingers into you. You yelped at intrusion while he moaned at the wetness soaking his fingers. He pumped them steadily, making little flicking motions every now and then.

The knife on the other hand was still near your neck, making weak little traces, being dragged over your hot skin. Nothing was enough to hurt you and Bucky was sure skilled with quick reflexes, always prepared for the little jolts your body gave as he continued fingering you.

"So wet for me," Bucky mumbled, picking up the thrusting of his fingers. "And all from me twirling a knife. How pathetic, don’t you think? It’s a knife, doll. A weapon. Could slice through anything and yet it turns you on?"

You let out a small whimper as he forced you to fully press against him. Your bodies were practically cemented together. You felt him getting hard making you so desperately want to help him out but there was no way out of this. Your mind was a daze as he never let up with fingering you. The coolness from the knife still rested on your skin sending shameless shivers across your body.

Your orgasm was building up now as his motions picked up. Without much warning, he decided to add his thumb to mix, moving in tight circles on your clit. That forced a surprise moan from you, making Bucky chuckle.

"F-Feels so good," you mumbled, your eyes fluttering close as you leaned your head back to rest it on Bucky’s shoulder.

Exposing more skin for his access, his lips attached to your neck, kissing and nipping at it. The knife now began moving slowly, delicately, down the valley of your breasts and to the rest of your torso. You groaned at the movement, the scandalousness of it. The absolute danger this held but the total trust you had in Bucky.

"Yeah?" Bucky hummed. "What feels good? My fingers?" he gave a rough thrust for emphasis making you jolt. "Or the knife?" The weapon stopped just above where his hands were disappearing into your jeans. You weakly lifted your head and glanced down, really seeing now the sudden contrast between his loving fingers and the haunting knife. It made you nearly lose your mind as you let out a groan, feeling your orgasm just approaching.

"Hmm," Bucky hummed, following your gaze. He seemed to pick up words where you were failing. "I think it’s the knife. I think my dirty girl likes the danger. Likes seeing me handle it. Right, doll? Isn’t that it? That’s what got you soaking my fucking hand?"

You gasped at his words. They were just doing enough for you, borderline too much. You wanted to practically thrust away but that was not happening.

"B-Bucky-," you whimpered. You were right on that edge and Bucky knew it as he picked up the motions. The pressure on your clit from his thumb movements got stronger as his pumping didn’t let up.

"Come on, doll," Bucky’s voice had dropped, almost panting behind you. He was fully turned on but completely consumed with you. "Cum for me, honey." His arms were just barely keeping you standing. Without him, you were crumbling.

Determined to get you just there, Bucky pressed the tip of the knife to your lower stomach. It didn’t do any harm but the action was just thrilling enough that you couldn’t stop yourself. Your orgasm plunged through you as you let out screams full of Bucky’s name and incomprehensible moans.

Your boyfriend was chuckling lowly watching you squirm under his touch. He threw the knife on the counter, fully gripping your hip with his now free metal hand as his fingers and thumb continued working you through the pleasure.

"Please, Bucky — " you groaned, "Too — Too much."

He gave a couple of last pumps, letting your wetness totally coat him, before removing his hand from your pants. You nearly fell forward but Bucky was quick to grab you. As you caught your breath, he went back to planting sweet kisses along your neck.

"That’s it, doll," he mumbled against your skin. "So good for me. So dirty, baby. Getting turned on from my knife…" He let out breathy laughs as you pulled yourself out of your dazed, orgasmic state.

"Don’t-," you chuckled, shaking your head. You were finally thinking clearly again, almost embarrassed by how far you had succumbed to him. All because of a fucking knife.

"Don’t what?" His hands left your body, allowing you to readjust to your regular standing position. As if nothing happened, you turned back to the food still cooking away — luckily not burned. But Bucky wasn’t quick to leave this alone. "Don’t talk about how my girl has a knife kink?"

You gasped, "Bucky!" You shot him a look as he went back to leaning against the counter. His arms were folded, looking so cocky and proud now. That flirty grin was playing his lips as his eyes raked over you, shamelessly. You could still see his erection poking through his pants but you opted to ignore it, turning back to the food. He wasn’t getting anything now if he was going to tease you about what had just happened.

"Why didn’t you tell me, doll?" Bucky finally asked, sounding much nicer.

You refused to look at him again. Your eyes were set on the sautéed vegetables. "It’s just… I don’t know. Figured you’d find it weird or something."

Bucky sighed. A metal hand came to your arm, rubbing gently. "Never think that, honey. I love exploring this stuff with you. I gotta know what my girl likes if I wanna keep her happy, right?" You could tell he was smiling widely at you. His words were making you blush uncontrollably.

You nodded, "I’ll try to remember that."

"Good," Bucky said as he came up behind you again. The motion too familiar from just seconds ago. "Now… Is there any other things that you like I should know about?"

A shiver went down your spine. You glanced at the metal hand laying softly on your hip. "I do wonder about your arm."

"My arm?"

"Mhm," you confirmed. "I wonder if it vibrates."

Bucky let out the wildest, deepest groan. "You’re going to be the death of me."

[havin-a-wee]

Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

this is so long overdue i apologize but this is a request! i kinda love this piece so i hope you guys do too!

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

[hongjoongsforehead]

mommy’s slut

sub!oikawa dom!(f)reader

warnings: mommy kink, choking, omorashi, dacriphilia, spanking, overstimulation, implied oral(f receiving), degradation, dumbification if you squint, slight praise

oikawa knew he was fucked. literally. he had been teasing you all day. constantly slapping your ass while you guys were out for lunch with his team, grinding on you, kissing your neck, trying to get a rise out of you.

but this. this was your breaking point. you were sitting with the rest of his team, not really listening to their conversation but out of nowhere you hear oikawa say

“i’m obviously the dom in the relationship...”

hearing these words made your head perk up from your phone, you glare at oikawa a silent way of telling him to watch it. he looks back at you for a split second before going right back to the conversation.

“oikawa, watch it”

you gave him another warning but he still wanted to act out and make you seems like a sub.

“y/n i don’t know what you mean, i’m obviously the dom here little cutie”

the rest of his team was laughing at you which only added fuel to the fire that was burning inside of you. without thinking you walked up to oikawa and grabbed his throat barely applying pressure.

“ahh- y/n w-what are you doing?” he gasped

“tell them.” you replied

“tell them what?”

“tell them how much of a little slut you are for me oikawa.” you ordered.

oikawa struggled to release your grip from his throat but that only made you tighten it more.

“ah o-okay fine...i’m your slut y/n” he finally admitted.

you released this throat and he panted, gasping for air. everyone was now looking at you while you gathered your things getting ready to leave iwaizumis house.

they all had their mouths wide open, eyes popped out not expecting to see such a side of you.

“oikawa get your things and get ready to leave.” you told him, he instantly followed your orders.

“bye boys, we will see you next time.”

they all responded with a variation of ‘goodbye.’ although before you could leave the house iwaizumi stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“y/n, please don’t hurt him too bad, we still have practice tomorrow.” he asks.

“i’ll see what i can do iwa.” you responded nonchalantly.

getting to your car, you turn it on and begin to leave iwaizumis house. the ride back was filled with an uncomfortable silence and every now and then you could see oikawa shift in his seat. stopping at a red light you decide that you want to play with your toy for a little bit.

“when we get home you’re going to go upstairs strip and wait patiently until i get there with you. got it?” you ask

“yes” he responds, barely a whisper

“yes who oikawa?”

“y-yes mommy.”

“good boy.”

once the light turns green you begin driving again, looking over at him every now and then only to see him shifting around him his seat.

you finally arrived at your house, you and oikawa were just sitting in silence when you finally decided to break it.

“go do as i told before your punishment is worse.”

hearing this oikawa got out of the car and rushed into the house looking down the whole time.

after about ten minutes you decide that it’s been long enough, so you get out the car and head towards the door. opening it you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you get an idea. smirking to yourself you refill yours and grabbing another glass of water before walking to your shared bedroom. opening the door you see oikawa sitting on the bed naked and hard, waiting patiently for instruction.

you hand him one of the glasses to which he looks up at you in confusion.

“what am i supposed to do with this mommy?”

“drink it honey.” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing ever

“but i’m not thirsty mommy...”

“i don’t remember asking all of that my love.”

oikawa looks at you for a little longer before finally decided to follow your orders of drinking the water. he drink about half before handing it back to you, which you deny. you shake your head at him and signal for him to finish the cup. of course he doesn’t know why, but you grabbed one of the largest cups that you had in the kitchen. you were absolutely determined to break him beyond return tonight.

once he finishes the first glass of water you hand him the other, which he didn’t like.

“mommy i’m too full, do i have to drink more?”

he was getting whiny which you knew meant that it wouldn’t take long for him to fully submit to you. without a second thought you bring the cup to his mouth and made him drink, only a little bit spilling past his lips.

once the glass was empty you decided it was time to put your plan into action. you sit down next to oikawa on the bed and instruct him to lay over your lap.

“you get fifteen spanks for embarrassing and teasing me all day. do you remember your safe word baby?”

“yes mommy, i remember.”

“what is it baby?”

“p-panda.”

“good boy. now you’re going to take your spanks like a good slut and maybe i’ll give a reward.” you told him. you knew that he would be expecting the first hit so you waited a couple minutes before spanking him.

you landed hit after hit on him, with him counting after each one. once you got to fifteen oikawa was sobbing and gripping the bed sheets like his life depended on it.

“are you okay baby? do you need to use your safeword?” you asked because he looked utterly wrecked.

he frantically shook his head no before trying to speak up before realizing that he couldn’t. he put his head back down in embarrassment before trying to speak again with no luck.

you pull him up by his hair making him look at you in the eyes and the sight you saw was enough to have you dripping. his cheeks were stained with tears, his hair was dripping with sweat that would eventually drop onto his face, his tongue was hanging out his mouth causing drool to fall down his chin.

“my pretty baby…looking so wrecked for mommy.” oikawa whined at your words and tried to squirm out of your grip which you didn’t allow.

“you’re embarrassing me mama.” oikawa wouldn’t stop wriggling i’m your grasp until you flipped him over on the bed and held his legs open. you decided that now would be a good time to execute your plan. you place one of your hands on this abdomen above his bladder before applying pressure.

you knew that as soon as you applied the pressure to his stomach oikawa was reminded of the fact that he did in fact have to pee which caused him to fold in on himself and moan loudly. a fter a few seconds went by he unraveled his body and layed back flat on the bed. you moved your hand back down to his throbbing cock and gave him a few slow strokes which had his thighs shaking.

after letting go of his cock you led your hand back up to his bladder area. before pressing down and massaging the area. oikawa was soon letting out loud moans and whimpers at the overwhelming feeling.

“m-mama please…”he was squirming trying to get away from your hands, not wanting to make a mess everywhere.

“please what baby? what does my little whore want from his mommy?” you honestly didn’t know how you were holding yourself together because oikawa was so hot when he begged.

“w-wan’ c-cum first mama. please let me cum mama please.” oikawa was practically sobbing once again, probably harder than before.

“okay slut how do you want mommy to make you cum?” you decided that he’s been through enough teasing and you should finally fulfill his wishes.

“want your hands, m-mouth, anything please just make me cum mommy!” you could tell that he was starting to get bratty again so you decided to take initiative.

you grab oikawa s cock and start stroking him at a fast pace that has him gasping for air. you knew after all this teasing he wouldn’t last long at all, so you leaned your head down to his cock, licking the tip before taking him halfway.

the moans oikawa let out we’re going straight to your core making you want to just forget all about this and fuck your baby until all the both of you saw were stars, but then you remember that you’re supposed to be proving a point so you get back to doing what you were doing, making your baby feel good.

“m-mommy gon’ cum! please let me cum mommy. i’m so close…please!” you pulled off of him but continued to stroke him at a fast pace once again before leaning to his ear and whispering.

“go ahead baby, go ahead and cum for mommy.” and almost as if on command oikawa was cumming all over himself and your hand. he was letting out the most pornographic moans that sounded almost like screams but turned you on nonetheless. his moans consisted of nothing less than screams and chants of ‘mommy’ or ‘feels so good’

you stroked oikawa all the way through his orgasm until he was practically shaking in overstimulation, letting more tears fall at how good all of it felt.

once oikawa came down from his high he noticed that your hand returned back to his stomach over his abdomen when he remembered that he had to pee really badly. and if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you can’t piss and cum at the same time so once one of those things is out the way the other would come rushing to you faster than you���d think.

oikawa was once again whining and squirming in your grip again trying to get your hand off him.

“baby if you want me to stop at all just say so. but if not let me know now because i’m not gonna hold back” you wanted to make sure that he knew that he wasn’t being forced into anything and if he wanted to stop you would be completely okay with that.

oikawa nodded at your words and you let him off the hook with a non verbal answer since he is still kind of dazed from him previous orgasm.

you begin to stroke his cock again while simultaneously pressing on his bladder area knowing that you’ll get the outcome that you are looking for.

you knew it shouldn’t take long because you know oikawa was already close to pissing himself earlier. as you were stimulating these two places on his body he began to shake some more while trying to close his legs together to keep from peeing everywhere.

you forced his legs open again while applying more pressure to the areas before looking up at oikawas face. he was crying again and biting his lip to try to keep his moans and whimpers low.

“m-mama..”

“yes baby? what is it?” you faked innocence.

“gotta pee mama.” you were cooing at him at this point because he was just so cute, your cute little whore.

“go ahead baby, make another mess for mama.” with that oikawa was doing as told, making a mess of the sheets, himself, and you. moaning the whole time because he finally got the release he was wanting.

once he was finished you quickly got up to go get a towel and some clean clothes to put him in. you got oikawa up and led him to the bathroom to run him a bath.

setting him into the water you let him wash up and relax his muscles for a bit while you go change the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the washing machine.

heading back in the bathroom after hearing oikawa call out for you, you see your baby drying himself off which makes you remember that you never actually got to cum.

thinking nothing of it and just planning to get off with a vibrator once oikawa fell asleep you help him into his clothes before going back into your shared room with him.

getting under the new covers oikawa cuddles up to your body and you press a kiss to his forehead before pressing one to his lips.

you and oikawa indulge in light conversation, mostly oikawa apologizing for acting like a brat earlier and you forgiving him when he realizes that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together about the whole conversation.

he then remembers that you didn’t get to cum during your scene with him. feeling bad he lifts the covers off of your bodies before going between your legs and pulling down your pants and panties.

“what are you doing baby?” you had to ask because you were genuinely confused. had he picked up on how needy you were acting?

“mommy didn’t get to cum, wan’ make mommy cum. please mommy?” he gives you puppy eyes which he knows you can’t resist.

nodding while speaking you say, “go ahead baby, make mommy feel good.” and that was all the confirmation that oikawa needed before going down on your still dripping folds, eating you out in the best way he knew how.

this took way longer than i anticipated because i simply lost motivation everytime i started writing again but here it is! my sub oikawa fanfiction :)