#more in a he wants to tug on his leash and bounce around instead of hold still way

[theadventurek9]

Ryker has now decided that waiting to finish peeing isn't worth it. That he should start running around before he finishes peeing. Getting it all over himself and maybe on anyone else nearby.

He also has decided that just emptying his bladder completely is not worth it either.

[subwaystragedy]

His Kitten || Dom!Aizawa x Sub!Male Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dirty Talk, Pet Play, Collaring, Praise, and Rough To Gentle Sex

"You like that kitten?" Aizawa demands, leaning forward with his hand in your hair as he continues to thrust into you, having set up a special intimate night for the two of you since he was off from all work for a few days. Never expecting such a pent up and aggressive man, in contrast to his usual intimate ways of sex. "You like my dick deep inside you? Hitting your pathetic prostate to make you cry, that what you like?" "Fuck! Yes Shouta!" you yell best you can with your face buried in the sheets of your shared bed. His nails dig into your hips as he uses your body for stability.

The bells attached to the fake cat ears you have on ring with every thrust, your ass in the air with your legs bent straight down so he can reach as deep as possible inside you, moaning wildly at the stimulation, "Taking it all so well kitty," he speaks in a low and silky voice, smooth yet rough as he lets out a small chuckle. "God that collar looks so pretty around your neck sweet boy," is all he has to say, angling his hips up just a bit more to make you scream out, "Th-thank you!" "Such a pretty kitten with my dick inside you, yeah?" He questions, the best you can do is let out a choked gasp, as he speeds up, thrusting quickly and almost erratically as he chances the high for the both of you.

Laughing lowly as he takes the leash of the collar you're wearing and wraps it around his hand, using the other to push you down so you're laying flat on your stomach, still managing to force your back to arch as he tugs on the leash and picks up the pace once more. "Sh-shit Shouta!” is all you can muster to moan at the new feeling of pleasure as he thrust deeply inside you. "So pretty under me, love hearing you scream out," he speaks softly. Chuckling to himself as he watch your ass bounce from his thrust, moving the hand without the collar to it as he holds your ass, "Love the feeling of you on me," followed by another low laugh.

"You look so blissed out kitten, does it feel good baby?" you nod vigorously at the question, biting your lip and whimpering lightly as he thrust slow and deep, jolting his hips forward harshly every time. "God you feel amazing baby boy," he says in a hushed tone before leaning down to kiss your shoulder over and over, soon leaving open mouth love bites on them as he stills inside you. Making you whine and wiggle under him in some form of simple hope for him to move, hearing him shush you before talking lowly, "Be still kitten, I wanna feel you around me," his words drive you wild, knowing damn well he's teasing you with his small laugh at your words and distress.

"Sh-shouta! Move!" He hums against your skin, rocking his hips into but not thrusting, kissing your back and neck, "But you feel good like this," he hums again, "With me deep inside you." His words make you whine, trying to lift your hips to encourage his future movements, letting a drawn out whine escape your throat as he holds your hips down and slowly rolls into you, his strength preventing you from doing anything. “Be still kitten, I want to go nice and slow now,” he talks in between kisses, taking the leash and tugging to the left, a silent suggestion for you to turn your head, and you do, being met with his lips on yours as he pulls out slowly further than before to slam back into you. Moaning into the kiss with you as he keeps up the pace, Shouta pulling away to speak tauntingly, “You like it slow kitty? You like how I fuck you nice and deep?”

A high pitched whimper leaving your throat as you nod, jolting forward with the force he used to thrust into you, Shouta letting go of the leash to hold your face instead as he kisses you once more, the intimacy of it all getting to you as you fuck. Moving with you to keep up with the now sloppy kiss, his tongue entering your mouth in a messy make out session. The noises lewd, both from the sound of skin against skin and the wet sounds of Shouta swirling  his tongue in your mouth, exploring it depravedly like he has a million times before. The occasional sounds of ringing following with each thrust from the ear atop of your head, feeling your lover pull away gives you the sign to breathe once more, huffing after you inhale quickly. “Gonna come with me, huh kitten?” grunting in between his words, lowering his head after you nod as he focuses on pumping himself in and out of you. 

Picking up the pace as he rests his hand on either side or you, the position making him arch his back to thrust his hips properly. The sounds of his hips hitting your ass becoming louder, along with both your moans, small huffs coming from Shouta as you moan out, feeling his dick stimulate your prostate as he moves to hold your hands resting against the bed. The sensation becoming more intimate from the small action, hearing his voice once more as he tells you, “Gonna cum kitty,”he groans, “Gonna come inside you.” He speaks for you, “Cum with me,” while speeding up his movements, leaning over you once more as he kisses the back of your neck. 

Groaning slightly as he gives a final thrust into your ass, the feeling of his own cum inside you spurring your own orgasm on as you feel the cum covering the sheets being glad your fucking on just one side of the double bed you share with Shouta, feeling him lean atop of you again as you sigh. His arms sliding under you as he flips the both of you to your sides, simply laying on the other side of the matters as he kisses you neck, “Did so well kitten, so so well,” feeling his sigh on your skin as you close your eyes contently. Slowly but surely drifting off in the comfort of Shouta’s arms

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 24: Monster Fucking

Warnings: smut, monster fucking, werewolf!Slash, rutting, slight possessiveness, riding, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Slash was hairy and cuddly and absolutely wreaked, when you found him on a late night walk you hadn’t thought it would lead to this.

It was dark and you found a puppy while coming back from the convenience store just down the street, as it got older you realized it wasn’t a poor puppy tossed from its mother but a werewolf.

Slash was already attached to you and fairly tame, always asking for cuddles, curling up and watching you cook. Really he just slept a lot and kept you safe on walks, which was all you really needed from him.

However, Slash had been acting different lately. He preferred his human form over his dog form which meant that instead of sleeping at the foot of the bed he was curling up behind you, pulling you tight to him. He wouldn’t let you put the leash on him anymore for you walks and would keep his arms around you, snarling at anyone who passed by.

He wouldn’t let you leave the house alone, he would barely let you leave his side. He was marking everything in your house and you had no idea what was happening.

You managed to sneak out of the house while Slash was sleeping, his breathing heavy and nose twitching, tail tucked between his legs.

You went straight to the public library near you, looking for whatever book you could on werewolves -those were more just fantasy bullshit and so not right, you made a mental note to write your own. The books on dogs gave you an idea of what was happening.

Slash was going into heat, really a rut.

You took that information and went back home to find your house trashed. The couch was torn up, coffee table thrown over, the TV was safe which was the least you could’ve asked for.

You went to the bedroom to find Slash who was slumped against the headboard, completely naked and surrounded by what appeared to be your entire closet. He was panting and sweating, whining when he saw you.

You couldn’t help but notice his hard, leaky cock against his abdomen. It looked painful.

“Oh, is my good boy having a hard time?” You asked, genuine sympathy in your tone. He nodded, weakly reaching for you. “Do you want me to, like, get a dog for you?”

“You.” He said, brows knit together, a pout tugging at his lips. “You, I want you.” His words came out choked. You couldn’t say no to him, not when he was in this state.

Your hands planted firmly on his shoulders as you bounced on his pulsing, aching cock. Tears rolled down his cheeks, whines and sobs mixing with moans. You had to question if he was enjoying it but if you slowed down at all or did anything else that made him think you were about to stop he’d grab your hips with a bruising hold, clawing at your skin.

You couldn’t count how many times he’d cum, he still wasn’t done, you weren’t done because you hadn’t cum yet.

You could feel him still pulsing in you, prodding deep and hard at your gummy walls, all the seed he’d already spilled seeping out of you, serving as lube.

You cupped his face in your hands, leaning in and kissing you. “Sweet boy, you can’t keep going like this.” You whispered against his lips, pecking them once more.

Slash’s tongue darted out, flicking over your lips before he started trailing kisses up your jaw and down your neck. It was sweet until he bit down on your neck, the spot just between it and your shoulder, breaking the skin.

It was as if some new found energy bursted in him and he flipped you onto your back, holding onto you in his jaws a moment longer to make sure you weren’t going anywhere as he held you down, not that you were running.

His tail wagged behind him, a clear indication that he was enjoying this. His hips snapped into you repeatedly, hitting that same spot he’d found you loved oh so much, deep growls flowing from him as you clenched around him, calling out his name as you came, nails digging into his back.

“Mine, all mine.” He growled, looking down at you with hungry eyes.

You’d read in one of the books that after marking their mate ruts could last upward of a few days to a few weeks, you didn’t know how much more of this you could take without breaking. The latter being you carried his pups.

[miam0re]

Master's Couch | Il Dottore

Warning: blow job, deep throating(kinda rough but consensual), collar and leash, slight choking from the collar, master/pet dynamics, Bondage??(wrists bound with a belt), mind break if you squint, dottore so evil gremlin vibes, more stuff i probably missed

Pairing: Master!Dottore X Fem!Pet!Reader

Summary: Sucking off your master on his couch like a good little pet

Mia's Notes: [1.5k words] Oki deep inhale because this was written in one night from this sudden burst of motivation I got from @surveyycorps and her Modern AU Dottore HCs (Y'all she's the biggest dottore simp I know and it shows in her writing, you guys should totally check her out)

Your knees were slightly bruised and aching from how long you had been kneeling on the hard wooden floor between his legs, bare body fidgeting for some kind of ease to your muscles as you pouted up at your Master. Dottore held your gaze with his eyes sparkling like scarlet gems, yet they dripped with venomous intent of using you and abusing to please his own lecherous desires. He yanked at the leash wrapped around his forearm, tugging you forward by the collar on your neck. He towered over you from where he sat on the sleek leather couch, looking at you condescendingly as if you were nothing but a vessel for his selfish needs. He leaned down to whisper into your ear, warm breath making you whimper. 

“Why don’t you put that mouth and those pretty hands to some good use, Pet?”

A simple command, yet so effective. Under his sharp gaze you pawed at his trousers, groping the outline of his dick and stroking him through the layers of clothes. You peppered kisses over the seam line, shivering at the thought of how big he was. You could feel him twitch and grow under your grip and you wondered if you could make your Master cum just by stimulating him from the out-

A sudden pull of the leash made you choke on air, tongue hanging out lewdly as you were forced to look at Dottore’s displeased face. “Are you trying to play with me, Pet? This is not how I’ve trained you to behave. Stop teasing me and get to it already, unless you wish to be punished severely.” His threat was real; punishment was no fun when all you wanted was to make him feel good. A teary-eyed you whimpered and nodded timidly, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops, discarding it to the side of the couch. 

When you pulled the zipper and pulled his boxers down, his cock bounced out of its confines, his thick shaft slapping against his abdomen. His dick was stiff in your hands as you pumped him a few times, fingers grazing against the bulging veins running up the massive length of his dick till your thumb circled the swollen red tip, smearing it with his oozing precum. You licked your lips and pushed your hair behind your ear, leaning forward and kissing the hot tip of his cock, sticking your tongue out to catch a taste of his precum. Just a hint of his essence on your lips and you were already addicted to the flavouring, craving it some more. 

You parted your lips some more, sinking his cock further into your mouth. You bobbed your head in slowly shallow movements, getting used to the weight on your tongue. Above you, Dottore threw his head back and groaned, slightly bucking into your hot, wet mouth. Your eyes pricked with tears as you moaned against his cock, swallowing whatever amount of his length you pushed yourself to take. Struggling to blow his entire dick, you wrapped your fingers around the base, squeezing ever so often so that no part of him feels without attention.

The way you hollowed your cheeks and rolled your tongue along the sides and the tips of his cock made Dottore bite back moans, looking at your fucked out expression with pride at how well he had trained you to use your body to make him feel good. But it looked like you weren’t giving it your hundred percent, given that you were still using your hands to stimulate him instead of taking his whole length down your throat.

“Hands behind your back, Pet.” He ordered, voice reverberating through your being and making you instinctively cross your wrists behind your back, looking at him with those submissive, glazed over eyes.

He smirked and reached for his discarded belt, passing the end through the buckle and looping it around, creating an escape proof restraint to keep your wrists in place. “Why are you still struggling, Pet? I thought you would have been used to me deep throating you by now. Have you gone out of practice?” He chuckled and tightened the belt around your wrists, the strain of the position causing you to splutter moans around him.

He leaned back, pulling the leash with clear meaning- get back to work, Pet.

You hummed and continued your ministrations, moving your head up and down, letting him further into your mouth. Your moans at the stretch vibrated around his cock, with your saliva, a sign of your unquenchable thirst, dripping down his shaft and lubricating him to reach the deepest parts of you. Even with this newfound motivation of wanting to please your Master, you just couldn’t take him past a certain point, feeling your throat spasm when his tip slid down your tongue.

“Perhaps you require some…assistance.” A heavy, gloved hand rested on your head, caressing your hair maliciously. You looked at him through your wet lashes, eyes widened in alarm. “There there. That’s a good little Pet. You can take…just…a…little…more.” Every pause in his statement was accompanied by him pushing your head down, watching your lips roll over the ridges of his cock with pained squeals. His fingers tangled into your hair with a fierce grip, having full control over how and when to move your head.

Dottore grunted loudly when his cock prodded at your throat, the contractions massaging him. His chuckles made you sink your nails into your palms, squirming to breathe, but still, not giving him the sign to stop. You wanted this. The thrill of being completely dominated by Dottore, him determining all your movements and having your life in his hands had you rubbing your knees together, your body growing aroused.

He began mercilessly pulling your hair and pushing your head back down, your lips slamming around the base and his cock repeatedly thrusting against your flattened tongue. High pitched moans and deep groans echoed through the room along with sloppy sounds of him deeply fucking your mouth. He was addicted to how warm you felt, a perfect little cocksleeve for him to thrust into and stimulate himself, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The way you licked and slurped at him, sucking him and vibrating moans on his cock, he was going to cum soon.

“You’re so good. I’m going to cum…Drink it all up and don’t you dare spill even a single drop.” He huffed, moving your head faster and harder. You were excited to feel your Master grace you with his essence, so you tried to make him feel even better, slobbering up and gliding your tongue over the thick appendage. That submissive look in your eyes and Dottore knew he had completely broken you.

He was moving your head so fast you could see stars. Every grunt when you squeezed around him was a sign that he was right there, just a moment away from-

“Ah! Cumming! Take it! Take it all!” Both his hands flew to the sides of your head, keeping you place as his dick spasmed inside you, squirting sticky liquid right down your throat and on your tongue. Whenever you swallowed his cum, your tightening mouth just milked more cum out of him as he bucked into you, body barely hovering over the couch. The salty flavour coated your tongue and you hummed, content with making your Master cum.

When he was drained of his cum, he sat back, heaving in exhaustion. Carefully, you slid his softened dick out of your mouth with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting your lips to the tip. You licked him up, cleaning all of the dripping cum because you were just so eager to have all of his intoxicating flavour all to yourself.

Dottore chortled and pulled the leash, dragging you away from his dick as you looked at him and whined desperately when he released your burning wrists from their bonds. “Now now, don’t be so greedy.” He held your chin and forced open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out to show him how clean it was, how you drank up all of his cum, how you were careful not to waste anything that Master had given you. He nodded in approval and kissed the tip of your nose. “Spread your legs for me, Pet. I want to see the effect I have on you.” He smirked and loosened his hold on the leash to allow you to lean back on the floor and spread your knees, showing your glistening and swollen folds, awaiting the touch of your Master. You whimpered and traced your fingers over the entrance, looking at him with urgency.

“My my. Seems that I have neglected my Pet. Worry not, Dear. I’m going to make you feel so good, that you’ll forget about anything and everything, except that you belong to me, for me to use as I deem fit. Come on, stand up and show off that body to me, so I can decide how I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

[captain-mj]

Write the vampire muzzle fic >:)

Okay! And because some people asked Vampire Soap Fic

Ghost didn't understand the big deal. Soap had bit him before with no issue. He supposed those were usually very controlled, gentle nips. That day, something must've been different. Whether Soap was just more worked up or hungry, but he had sank his teeth into Ghost, deep and hard enough that each individual tooth could be seen. It had taken a few minutes to staunch the bleeding and his poor boyfriend was so distraught about it. Soap had also seen the marks on Ghost’s back from his nails and Ghost was very, very glad that he hadn’t see the bruises from that one time he had been on top and Ghost had handprints on his thighs. 

So they came to this solution. Well, Soap did. Ghost still thought he was overreacting.

That being said, the leather muzzle on Soap’s face was… alluring. It connected to his collar that had a ring on it. Hypothetically, it would connect to a leash, but Ghost had drawn the line there. He wasn’t going to put his boyfriend on a leash because he was nervous about biting him. His hands were tied to the bedframe with the handcuffs from the same leather set. 

“Are you okay?” Ghost wanted to check in, gently checking that nothing was too tight. 

“I’m fine. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“It was a simple bite.” 

Soap pointed to the scar on Ghost’s shoulder. “It’s still there. I can’t risk you, Simon.” 

Ghost ignored the warmth that gave him, instead kissing his hair. He tugged the little ring, watching Soap’s pale skin flush just a little. Soap had already been stripped down. All on display for him. For Ghost. 

Ghost rubbed his chest gently, warming the skin underneath it. Soap, now that he wasn’t worried about it, moaned and bared his teeth. Long fangs sticking out from where his canines would be. 

Ghost slid his hands down his body. “You’re so cold. Always like it.”

“You’re so warm. Come on, hurry up. Need you in me.”

“No. I want to take my time.” He squeezed him gently. “Gonna take you apart and you’re going to sit here and look pretty.”

Soap groaned and tried to press into him, but he was still worried, not wanting to push Ghost in case he hurt him. 

Ghost kissed along the inside of his thighs before sinking his teeth in to him. He wished he could cut into him the same Soap could. His tongue laved over the spot before he bit again. He scratched down his thighs and felt Soap arch underneath him. 

Ghost forced Soap’s legs further open and licked up his cock, keeping eye contact with Soap as he did. 

“Simon…”

Ghost grinned and dipped down and licked over his hole. His tongue pushed gently into him, surprised by how tight he felt. No matter how rough he was, Soap always bounced back so quickly. Such a tight, cold fucking pressure. 

Soap whimpered and whined as his legs thrashed. His thighs clamped around Ghost’s head, trying to encourage him to do more. Ghost was a cruel bastard though and watching Soap struggle against his binds, leather digging into this throat, was making him want to be a bit mean. He doubted Soap would mind. 

So he sat there, holding his legs open and enjoying him. Lightly pressing his tongue inside before licking up his cock. His fingers teased his rim when he focused on his cock and his slit while he was focused on his hole, very carefully skating between enough stimulation to keep him interested and not nearly enough to get him close. 

Spit and precum covered the inside of his thighs as he refused to let up, watching Soap try to escape even more now. 

“Simon…’ Soap whimpered out. 

“Johnny, do you want to be let out?”

“No. Gotta…” he panted for a second, steeling himself, “gotta keep you safe, Lt.”

Ghost shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.” He eventually got bored of his relentless teasing, watching the relief on Soap’s face when he grabbed the lube. Starting with one finger, he worked him open. He didn’t bother with gentle, but he did go rather slow, watching as Soap’s muscles flexed and tensed to try to get him further in. 

“Please. Please.” Soap whimpered out. Like always, the cold caught Ghost off guard. It wasn’t cold like ice. More like porcelain or rocks. Soap’s body didn’t withhold heat for very long. Ghost twisted his fingers gently and tried to press in deeper. He managed to fit another finger in and curled them slowly, feeling Soap shudder happily. 

Ghost slowly worked him up more and more, scissoring his fingers and getting more open. He pushed his tongue in with him and licked into him while his fingers pushed in deeper. 

Soap squeezed around his head again, whimpering. He cut his lip, blood gently dripping down his chin. Ghost would have to think of a solution for that. He’d rather have Johnny bit him than himself. 

That didn’t stop him from continuing to drag this part out too. Watching his lover fall apart, blue eyes never leave his. Finally, Ghost conceded, too horny to keep teasing. He forced Soap’s knees to his chest and poured more lube over his hole before coating his cock in it. 

Soap steeled himself for more teasing and Ghost shoved in roughly, catching him off guard. He cried out and squirmed, legs moving to wrap around Ghost’s hips. Ghost put one hand on the wall above his head and the other on the bed next to him and pounded into him. 

Soap leaned up for a kiss and Ghost obliged by kissing his hair. He grabbed the little ring on the collar and forced his head back. Soap tried to escape his gaze, but Ghost wouldn’t let him. Tears were filling his eyes but Ghost wasn’t sure if it was from the rough treatment or the teasing or even just the embarrassment. 

“Johnny. I know you’d never hurt me.” 

Soap shook his head frantically and his eyes rolled back when Ghost hit his prostate dead on. 

“Oh, love. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He twisted the ring so the collar tightened. Soap flushed and relaxed a little, pressing back against each thrust. His little whimpers faded into proper moans but he still looked wrecked. 

Ghost reached up and grabbed the front of the muzzle, moving his hand to make him shake his head. Soap’s tongue immediately pressed against his fingers, licking over them desperately. 

“Good boy.” Ghost purred and Soap clenched around him. “Held out for me so well. Go ahead and come for me, love.” 

Soap moaned and nodded, trying to press closer to him before his whole body tensed. He came hard and started to go limp. Overstimulation must’ve him hard because he was properly sobbing soon after, though his legs still stayed around his hips. 

Ghost took his time, knowing Soap would stop him if it became too much. He buried himself deep in him and came, loving the slow lazy smile Soap gave him when he did. 

“You’re wearing the muzzle and collar more.”

“Yes, sir.”

[coopet]

https://www.coopet.online/post/how-to-play-with-your-dog

Being a dog requires a lot of playing. Our canine friends adore playing with their human friends, which can occasionally make playtime challenging. This may be especially true if you have a new dog in the family or if you live with other pets and want everyone to get along.

There is a lot to be said for the fundamentals when it comes to dogs. Although teaching your dog to sit, lie down, come, and stay are excellent manners to impart, playing with your dog entails more than just the fundamentals. There are many enjoyable activities to play with your dog in addition to the essentials like walks, brushing, and feeding. There are various activities you may do with your dog to strengthen your relationship, such fetch, bubble chasing, and hide & seek.

Advice on Playing with Your Dog

Stick With It

Have you ever visited a dog park to see dogs playing? You are not alone if you've ever felt envious of how easy your dog can play with its human pal. While some dogs adore the water, the majority are simply incapable of playing. You can help in this situation. A playful technique to teach your dog to swim is with flirt poles. And it's simpler than you would imagine.

Playing with a flirt pole is an option if you and your canine companion are looking for novel ways to connect. Small, flexible tubes called flirt poles are attached to your leash and your dog's collar. You may playfully tug on the pole while walking your dog, and it will wag back and forth.

a tug-of-war

Dogs are fun, safe, and a member of the family. You can unwind, drop your blood pressure, and lessen stress with their assistance. Dogs can, however, occasionally become excitable, boisterous, or downright mischievous. In this situation, enrolling your dog in obedience training may not be the best course of action. Try tug of war instead with your dog.

With your dog, practice fetching

Each and every dog enjoys playing with its owner. The bouncing, chasing, jumping, and more jumping. It can become a costly pastime if you own multiple dogs. Man's best buddy, dogs can be entertaining to have around. Dogs, however, also occupy a sizable amount of room in a house, both in terms of the area they occupy and the money you spend on caring for them. Therefore, you might want to think twice about bringing a dog with you if you're intending to move into a larger home soon. But don't give up! Playing fetch with your dog is still an option. Simply carry it out outside.

Dogs enjoy chasing toys. They enjoy playing games. A dog will chase and play with a wonderful toy for hours. When you throw the toy, they adore it. And because dogs like playing with their toys so much, you might not even notice that they are exercising. Playing with your dog helps him expend the calories from eating his favorite foods or gorging himself. He exercises his cardiovascular system by running around, playing fetch, and chasing the stick he mistakenly believes to be a toy.

Consider agility training

Although running and fetching with your dog may make you happy, you aren't maximizing your time together. Breaking bread and playing fetch together can be made more enjoyable with agility obedience training. Your dog will learn to sprint, leap, weave, jump, and weave around obstacles during agility training. This exercise strengthens your relationship with your dog and helps him gain self-assurance, stamina, and general health.

Dog handlers and their dogs race through a series of obstacles during agility training. There are no specific athletic requirements to participate in agility, nor is it a competitive activity. Instead, it is a practice meant to improve attentiveness, focus, and compliance. The event is open to working dogs, including guiding dogs for the blind.

Play with water to try it.

Dogs are inherently interested and energetic creatures. However, it doesn't have to be difficult to play with your dog. You're not required to go out and purchase pricey toys. Instead, there are lots of delightful, straightforward activities you can do with your dog that will benefit the earth, your dog, and both of you.

Water games are enjoyable and rewarding for you and your dog. Water sports are a great way for your dog to burn off some energy and get some exercise. Play these games with your dog to create some cherished memories.

Game of "Hide and Find Treats"

It's a terrific way to add excitement to both of your life to play games with your dog. Simple games can be played with them as you hide snacks and play hide-and-seek. Games that involve hiding goodies are excellent for teaching your dog to hunt for them and for establishing routines for your dog.

I am one of many people who adore pets. But can you play with them effectively? Playing with your dog is a fun, interactive method for him to get exercise, burn off energy, and have fun. And hiding gifts for them to uncover is one of the best ways to play. Since all dogs enjoy discovering treats, this is a fun game for both you and your pet. Try some of the snacks from Holistic Pet; your pet will love them. To find out more, read the holistapet review.

Conclusion

In conclusion, exercising your dogs frequently and letting them run free will bring you a lot of joy, but you should also make an effort to develop positive relationships with them. Dogs are extremely sensitive to people, which is a wonderful thing. It's nearly impossible to avoid engaging in play with a dog, whether it's in the park or on the couch because it's so easy and instinctive.

[little-fics]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Request summary: you are not happy about your daddies new way of keeping track of you, but maybe you could warm up to the idea of it

Warnings: Age regression; pacifier mention; sort of leashes but its like a baby leash connected to a backpack; baby has hurt feelings; I could have missed something so please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I really hope you like it nonnie, I really enjoyed writing it. love you buggy boos <3

You wanted to look at everything not matter where you went with your daddies. At the park it was every dog, every leaf. At the store it was every fluffy thing you could find, every piece of candy or toy. If you saw something you wanted to look at, you were gone. Steve and Bucky had discussed their options after the fifth time you'd run off from them. It wasn't that they didn't want you to look, but you're their baby and you needed one of your daddies to go with you. The problem with that? You forgot in your excitement; a lot.

That's how you've found yourself in this predicament.

You were ready to go to the zoo, tattered thigh jean shorts and a pretty tie-dye shirt with SpongeBob's crew with cute purple shoes. You were bouncing on your heels at the door, waiting impatiently on your daddies. You know better than to go out the door and wait for them by the car, so you're whining, rushing your daddies.

"Papaaaa, it's time to go! We not gonna get to see eb'ryfin'!" Steve came rounding the corner, Bucky trailing right behind him with a lavender backpack in his hand that seemed a little full. Steve picked you up, balancing you on his hip, "We're almost ready little one," he wiggled his finger on your tummy, "we just want to show you something before we go." Bucky held the backpack up, smiling innocently.

It was so cute, it was a shade lighter than your shoes to match perfectly. It was plain, other than the pins and small keychain fidget toys your daddies had surely put on. He opened it up and it had a coloring book, a pack of colored pencils, your favorite pacifier and Lincoln the Ram, the oldest stuffie you had. You reached for the ram, and when you'd pulled him out you saw a bag of candy. Bucky laughed when your eyes lit up, "No baby, that's for today, you can have some later." You jutted your lip out and he shook his head, "Nice try, but puppy dog eyes only work on papa."

When you accepted that, Steve spoke up, "This is a special backpack sweetness." Your brows furrowed as you looked at it, not seeing anything about it. Bucky pulled out a stretchy cord that ended in a scrunchy like bracelet. "When you put this backpack on, daddy or papa will put this on." He slid it on his wrist and tugged at the cord close to his wrist, "So you can't go wondering off like you always do." You whined loudly, "Won' run off!" Your face in Steve's neck, letting out another loud whine.

“Oh silly baby,” Steve kissed your hair, “it’s okay, you’re not in trouble for being curious, we’re just trying to protect our kitty.” You let out a heavy groan, “No, don’ wanna wear it.” You clutched to Lincoln, your chin wobbling on edge of tears. “Dollie,” Bucky said softly, stepping forwards to rub your back, “it’s dangerous when you run away from us, you forget in the pretty head to tell your daddies where you’re going and we can’t find you.” You let out a long groan in protest and stayed in the crook of Steve’s neck, Bucky’s hand still on your back, “We can stay home instead of going and seeing all the animals, would you like that better?” Your head rose and you shook your head at him, “No daddy, I’ll wear it.” Bucky felt a strain on his heart when he saw the way your pout still rested on your face. “You won’t hardly notice it baby,” he kissed your nose, “not with all the pretty animals we’re gonna see.”

When you got to the zoo, Bucky unbuckled you in the back. You always sat in the middle because that’s where you were most protected, so he had to drag you out of the car a bit. “Okay baby,” he held the backpack up, “put ‘em in there.” You just stared at him a minute, “What if I pinky p’omise to be good?” He shakes his head, “Baby, you already are good. You agreed to wear it to be safe, we can’t go in if you’re not going to be safe.”

You huffed and put your arms in it, the band already around Bucky’s wrist. “Good girl, now listen to me baby, you gotta keep your backpack on, it can’t come off or it defeats the whole purpose.” You nodded deftly, body now trained on bouncing towards the gate. As you got around more people, Steve grabbed your shoulder and bent down to your face. “Did you hear daddy baby? That backpack doesn’t come off until we are back in this parking lot or you're in one of our arms, understood?” You nodded and Steve raises his eyebrows, “Yes papa, I understand.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb before giving you a quick kiss, standing back up.

It had worked remarkably well, you’d gotten distracted by all the animals as suspected. You were pulling Bucky around everywhere, and of course with Bucky came Steve. You pulled them to the lions rather quickly, jumping up and down, changing positions all over the outside of the enclosure to see them. “Daddy!” You ran to near the end of the enclosure, stopped dead in your tracks by the leash.

Bucky chuckled, but to you it was no laughing matter. “Wha’ you doin?” You pulled on him, shaking your bag roughly, “Baby, slow down okay, we’ve got plenty of time to look at the lions.” You made an angry face at him and continued to pull at the leash, “Come on! Wanna walk wif it!” You stomped your feet until he finally caught up with you. “Dis’ is why I always look wifout you, you too slow.” Bucky ignores your comment, mainly because you grab his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, shaking his arm and pointing at the big cat, “Take it home wif us?” Steve, who stood behind you, laughed in shock, “That’s a no from me bug, come on, let’s go see what’s next.”

With his recommendation you remember that there are so many more animals at the zoo. You squeak out a high pitched okay and take off skipping. Your long legged daddies had no problem keeping up throughout the next few hours, but then you had to potty. Truth be told, you were tired of looking at the giraffes anyway.

You glanced up to your daddy, who's whispering something in Steve's ear and laughing. You tug on him, and he turns toward you, "Gotta go potty." He smiled, nodding his head, "Of course bug, thank you for telling us without trying to run off." You grumbled and started walking to the bathroom, keeping the leash taught the entire time. You started to shrug off your backpack, irritation creeping up your spine before stopping.

You turned around to Steve and Bucky, a frown plastered on your face. You waited until they were dead in front of you, you slid off the backpack and pushed it roughly into their chest, stomping away to the bathroom. Both of them stared at each other for a moment, Steve commenting lowly, "Awfully grumpy." Bucky's mind swirled, you're not one to be outrageously bratty, so when you came back out, he knelt down and grabbed your hand.

"What's going on my buggy boo? Is something bothering you? You not feeling good?" You shrugged, pulling your hand back and taking the backpack with a wobbling lip. He made a clicking noise, smiling and took the backpack from you. "How about papa wears the backpack and I'll carry you, it's about time for lunch anyway, right?" You seem to instantly relax and let Bucky balance you on his hip, kissing your cheeks.

Steve slipped on the backpack, an odd and tight fit on his body but with the straps completely loosened, it had a millimeter of wiggle room. He starts to lead the way and Bucky whistles sharply at him. Steve turns around with raised eyebrows, but Bucky is looking at you with a 'can-you-believe-him' look.

Bucky turns to Steve, grabbing the bracelet part of the backpack and sliding it on your wrist, "You can't go running off either," Bucky looks down to you, giggling into his shoulder, "isn't that right sweetness?" You nod, looking up to Steve, shaking your wrist, "Papa we gots tuh know you safe!" Steve immediately catches on to what Bucky's doing, and smacks his forehead playfully, "How silly of me, huh dovey?" You pointedly nod, a smug look on your face, "Uh-huh, now nommies please!"

You're in a much better mood being carried by your daddy, shaking the leash playfully at Steve when you sit down at the table. He slid the backpack off of his back, laying it down on the table. "I thought maybe you'd like a dum dum while we wait on Daddy to come back?" Steve was bouncing you on his knee, already popping the sucker into your mouth. You laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed while enjoying the sweet lemon in your mouth, too asleep to notice it disappearing from your mouth.

Bucky sits down with Steve, smiling at your tired form, "I told you she'd tucker herself out and we wouldn't be able to get through the whole zoo today." Steve scoffed, "You act as if she's going to be willing to leave." Bucky kissed Steve softly before planting kisses all over your face, rousing you from sleep.

As much as you don't want to be grumpy, you can't help but frowning at Bucky. He just kisses your nose and tilts his head towards the food at the table. Your eyes land on the chicken strips first and your whole body bounces at sight of the large slushy on the table. "I-Buh-'S mine?" Bucky laughs at your apprehension to breaking the rules, don't have too much sugar. "Of course baby, we thought you'd like something sweet, like yourself."

When you are done eating lunch, Bucky tries to help you put your backpack on, but you run away from him, around the table. "Nuh-uh," you cross your arms over your chest and look to Steve with puppy eyes. "Baby," he starts, coming over to you, sitting on the metal seat, "what's going on? Don't you like your new backpack?" Your bottom lip wiggles again, tears in your eyes, "'S ugly." Steve looks shocked, "Honey, you love purple, what's really going on?"

That's when the damn broke, tears falling from your face and broken sobs coming out. Steve's holding his arms around you, and Bucky's found his way to rub your back. "Shhh, dove, tell papa what's got your head going so fast." You're hiccuping, letting out broken coughs with small gags, unable to form coherent words. Bucky grabs your chin, holding your straw to your lips, "Here baby, take a drink of your slushy." Somehow you listen to him, sugar is always a good bribe for you.

"Dollie," Bucky pulls you onto his lap, "what's wrong?" His eyebrows are raised, forehead against yours, noses almost touching. He's waiting for you to regain a normal breath to press harder. He doesn't get the chance, because you start talking before he can ask again. "J-jus- 'nother reason tuh ignore me."

Bucky's heart breaks, Steve's expression matching the hurt Bucky feels deep inside him. "What on earth are you talking about honey?" Your eyes start to tear up again and Bucky scolds you gently, "No, no more of that you hear me?" You nod and let Bucky wipe away one of your stray tears. "Honey, we bought the backpack because we were so worried, not so we could ignore you. You run around and poke at everything, you forget to tell your daddies what you're doing and it scares us. You understand baby?" You shrugged and Bucky sighed, kissing your cheek. He's about to say something else when Steve picks you up from Bucky's lap.

"Bucky, put the backpack on, let's go," he's gentle about it, but you're still upset. "No! Wanna see more pets!" Steve tries to lightheartedly chuckle, but it comes out dry, "Oh dove, we're not leaving the zoo, we're just moving on." When Bucky has the backpack on he puts the leash on your wrist, just as it was when Steve wore it.

Steve catches you shaking the band around your arm, and a lightbulb goes off in his head. "You see baby?" Steve starts, and you're confused, so he continues, "You're constantly playing with it, that means your eyes are on daddy at all times." You furrow your brows, a pout still resting on your face. "Go on Bucky," Steve nods in an opposite direction, and Bucky starts walking. When the leash reaches the end of its rope, your arm is pulled until Bucky turns around to face you.

You're hesitant, eyes flickering between Steve and Bucky, "No forgettin' me?" You're looking up into Steve's eyes, swimming with love, "Dove, you're everything on our mind every second of every day. We got it so if anything happened, anyone tried talking to me or Bucky, or we argued over dark or milk chocolate, we'd never be too distracted for you." You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling closely to him.

You can feel the leash pulling on you, and it takes your attention away from Steve. Steve doesn't move his feet though, Bucky playfully moving side to side to pull at the cord around your wrist. "Papa, daddy's tryin' to run off!" You could hear Bucky laugh as Steve caught up to you. "Whatdya say we get some of that ice cream you love so much Dollie, before we go see the rest of the animals?"

You beam at Bucky, a genuine smile crossing your face that lights up your eyes. "Dippin' Dots!" You shake and dance in Steve's arms, "Lemmee down, lemme down! Dippin' Dots! Dippin' Dots! Dippin Dots!" Steve lets your feet hit the ground, and you pout a little, glancing to the backpack. Steve seems to pick up on your hesitation, "How about daddy wears the backpack, you wear the bracelet and hold my hand? That way everyone is kept together and safe?"

You happily take his hand, all wariness thrown to the wind when you started skipping. "Dollie," Bucky stops, making you and Steve stop in place. He looks stern for a minute, but then breaks into a laughing fit, pointing to the righthand turn at the intersection. "You were so excited," he kept laughing, moving you to see the stand with many balloons and a sign that says 'Dippin' Dots', "that you ran right by it!"

You take off running, Bucky and Steve quick to follow. They didn't bother trying to gently reprimand you, they didn't care if you were excited and couldn't contain yourself. In fact, they loved it, as much as they needed a way to keep track of you with the leash, they wanted a way to make sure they never miss your bubbling excitement.

When you've made it to the stand, you are tugging on Steve. He looks down to you, watching your eyes flicker to the balloons. He smiles at you, adding your favorite color balloon to the order. Once you'd all sat on a bench, he starts to tie the balloon around your free wrist but you jerk away. "Daddy," you turn to Bucky, "we switch." You starting pulling the backpack off Bucky without waiting for a response, causing him to struggle to shuffle around his dippin' dots while laughing at you.

You've safely switched who holds what, now chowing on your dippin' dots in your hand and a y/f/c balloon on your wrist. You're starting to think the backpack isn't so bad, maybe you can convince them to buy you more of the things you want if they see you so excited over them.

Or you could always pout about the backpack and get what you wanted any ways.

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Freshman Year

stoner!Atsumu x f!innocent!reader x stoner!Suna ft stoner!Osamu

warnings: Drug (weed), gangbang, oral (giving), anal, dubcon, fucking whilst high, university!au, sex tape, cockwarming, corruption kink, sleepy writing

words: 1.8k

To say you were inexperienced, naive and artless, they weren’t wrong. You’re the last person who would cheat on their essay and cause yet another headache to your lecturer. You’re the classic ‘goodie two shoes’ as Atsumu calls you, the same couldn’t be said about both Miya twins and Suna, however.

They are anything but good.

You should’ve listened to those whispers of warnings and rumours that made their way around the campus, how they’re the last people you’d want to get involved with despite their popularity among students. You either love them or hate them, there’s no in-between with valid reasons.

You don’t belong in their world, you know that. But it doesn’t stop Suna from wanting to strip the innocent of you. Maybe it's the way you smiled nervously at him or maybe the glare you gave Atsumu whenever he made those snarky comments, but one thing for sure is that he wants to show you what you’ve been missing.

“Suna...” It almost came out as a whine whilst your head fell back against his shoulder, dark iris swallowing those rings of colours whilst your lips parted delicately with a cute pout. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” He coo, arm resting snuggly and comfortably around your waist as he pulls you even closer to press a kiss on your temple. Chilling at the Miya’s with Suna and his friends has become a regular thing ever since your first proper encounter with him at the party, where your friend ditched you for another guy. Perhaps you should’ve seen through him before accepting his offer to keep your company that night, maybe then you could’ve avoided whatever this is between you and Suna. But would you’ve pushed him away if given the chance?

“Wan’ more...” You whimpered, earning a chuckle from the man as he peppered your cheeks with few more playful kisses before pulling away. “What do you want, princess? C’mon, use your words” Suna love to see it when you’re desperate like this in his arms, staring up at him with those bleary eyes, cheeks flustered and small hands trembling as you grasp at his jacket with wants. “Mmn... smoke... wan’ more of smoke...” You slurred between each hitched breath of yours, feeling a few pairs of eyes glued onto the both of you as Suna leaned closer after taking a drag of his blunt before letting the heavy white smoke slips past your plump lips like weightless velvet. Oh, if only you knew how alluring you are when taking every ounce of the fumes from him greedily. Close enough for both of your lips to slot together, but far away enough for a grin to tug at his lips before pulling away. “Still not used to taking it on your own hm?” Or maybe you just adore these tingles dancing against your skin every time Suna shotguns it to you, as if he’s feeding you his essence in the most sexual way possible.

“Ya babying her too much, Suna. Gonna end up spoiling her.” Atsumu wasn’t wrong, ever since his friend introduced you to an unfamiliar world of ecstasy, he has you wrapped around his fingers like a puppy on a leash. “Why not, jealous Tsumu?” You could barely listen to their conversation as a giggle slipped past your lips, Suna could still remember the time you took your first hit. Trying to copy him only for those bitter smoke tickles your throat, making you cough with tears swelling from your eyes. It was cute though, he praised you for being a good girl, done so well on your first try as he wiped away those tears before wrapping those legs around your waist to give you the fucking of your life and the rest was history.

It was Suna who got you addicted to... him.

“You bet, how come she’s always hanging off your arm when you guys aren’t even together?” Astumu scoffed as shifts from his seat, watching from the opposite sofa with a frown over his defined features. It is unfair really, how you’ve chosen Suna over anyone else. Atsumu would love to slips his arms around you once in a while too, playing with those pretty lips of yours whilst you get drunk of him instead.

Despite no strings attached between you and Suna, shaking your head no as soon as he mumbles softly under his breath, beckoning you to go sit with Atsumu but no — you didn’t want to. “Nnu...Wanna stay...” Instead, your grip tightens on the fabric of his jacket, snuggling further into him until your head is buried at the crook of his neck.

If only you’re sober enough to see the faint but taunting smug smile Suna have stretched across his lips as he shrugged at his friend, guiding you to sit properly on his lap instead with your back facing Atsumu. “Better luck next time.”

God knows how long you’ve been sitting like this, legs folded on either side of Suna’s lap as you rest against his broad shoulder. Pins and needles crawl up your numb legs, shifting with an uncomfortable whine. To think Suna would waste a perfect opportunity like this, you’d be wrong, especially when all if most of his companions are high off their heads to even notice what the two of you’re about to do. “Baby, want my cock?” Suna isn’t subtle about it either, bulge poking at your clothed core. The mention of his cock was enough to have your clouded mind runs wild, grinding against his clothes erection with an eager nod. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cockwarm Suna in front of other souls like this, Tsumu would shuffle towards the both of your and join in occasionally. Shotgunning you with his own blunt whilst lazily as he jerks off to your moans and tangle bodies. “What happened to the sweet innocent princess we knew?

As the time you spend with Suna and the Miya twins grew, so did your confidence. Becoming more familiar with the substance than you originally were, however. It was naive of you to think you could do this properly on your own without Suna here to keep you out of trouble because you’re a big girl who knows how to take care of herself. But instead, you have taken a pretty big hit, blame Atsumu. It was his idea to lower the amount of tobacco this time around, instead of feeling the familiar high you have with Suna; this is something way stronger.

How did you end up atop of Tsumu with his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, you have no idea. Only remembering fragments of things he had said to you prior to this, “Suna aren’t here is he? Shame. Let me be Suna tonight for ya, baby. Ride me inside, bet I could treat ya better than ‘im, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. It’s not like he’s ya boyfrien’ or anythin’.” That’s all you could remember before a snap of Atsumu’s hips snapped you out of your thought, drawing a meal from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t hide that pretty voice from me now.”

Atsumu’s little plan would’ve been a success if it wasn’t for Osamu, consider it payback. Call him selfish if you want, but seeing his twin brother knocking the breath out of your lungs sparks his jealousy. Sure he could’ve joined in easily but what’s the fun in that?

Suna has been stood by the door for a while now, watching as you desperately bounces on Atsumu’s cock and moaning his name between each of those sloppy kisses. But still, that stoic face remained unbothered, maybe a twitch here and there but nothing major, the completely opposite of what Samu thought he would do. After all, despite Suna saying he doesn’t care nor does he wants you, everyone knows how much he cares for you enough to keep you around for as long as he has. Instead, Suna approached the two of you. Yanking your head up those sweaty locks of yours whilst you could barely register the shift in his eyes, “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you? Just wanted an excuse to fuck Tsumu.”

He wasn’t wrong, both Miya twins shares the same face and it is hared to ignore their handsome features after all.

Osamu was dumbfounded when Suna positioned himself behind you instead, not only did he not have a good go at Tsumu but at the end decide to join too before prepping your rear end the best way he can before inching in, frowning as he does. “Fuck... just as I expected. You’re so fucking, right baby”

Neither one of them paid attention to Samu before Suna caught him palming at his jeans, only then did he come closer with his cock freed with one hand whilst the other holding a phone and hit record. You should see the way your lips parts whenever you’re close or the complete fucked our expression that suits you so well, no worries though; Samu will keep a good record seeing as how well you take all three of them together with Samu’s cock lodge deeply down your throat, stuffing you full with all ends.

At least this time you are not the only one who’s slurring nonsense as you came, Tsumu was the first one to pump you full of his cum first then it was Samu and lastly Suna. Showering you in praises and kisses before the younger Miya twin decides to take up the aftercare duty upon himself since Tsumu has already blacked out and Suna doesn’t look that far off either with the remaining blunt in his hand.

Samu is the gentlest of them all, washing you carefully as though you’re a glass doll. Having you put on one of his shirts and setting you on the kitchen counter whilst he cooks, earning small nods and hums from you whenever he asks you a question. Samu’s surprise you even managed to hold yourself this well before finally crashing against his shoulder, it was a struggle to get you to eat some food and drink some water but he did anyway.

Only for Suna to snatch you away again with a wave of his hand and a pat on his lap, you practically scrambled out from Samu’s arms and into Suna’s chest. Snuggling comfortably against him with a content smile on your face.

At the end of the day, you are Suna’s precious little princess. He’s the one who shown how to roll a joint, how to smoke from a bong and be a little rebellious. The Miyas twins could hook up with you as many times as they want, but he knows you’d be running back to him as soon as it is over.

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TordMatt × Reader Smut

You twirled the skirt and admired yourself in the mirror. Hmm. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

Buying lingerie and sexy outfits was like a new hobby to you. You now have a small collection of lingerie, collars, socks, and other revealing outfits.

But this one- the newest to the collection- was a maid outfit that came with cat ears.

It came with a tail as well, but you weren't ready for that yet. So it was set aside for the future.

You smiled and fluffed the poofy skirt. You liked the way your body fit in it. It showed your curves and brought out the thickness in your thighs and breasts.

The knee-high socks also helped with that, but you haven't put them on yet.

Which sounded like a good idea. You opened the second drawer to your dresser and looked through your sock collection.

Lace? No. Ribbons? No. See through? Also no.

Your mind clicked when you found a pair of plain black socks. They were perfect to complete your outfit. You sat down at the edge of your bed and slid them up your legs. They clung onto the chubbiness in your legs, and made them profound.

You did another look in the mirror before snapping a photo to capture the moment. Every time you dressed up like this, you usually took a photo to save the moment.

Playing with your hair and looking through the few photos you took, your head snapped up as you heard your bedroom door click.

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen my- OH MY GOSH!"

A familiar ginger haired boy ran over to you, circling you and looking at the outfit you displayed.

"M-Matt!"

"Look at you! You look so cute!" He grabbed onto your face and squeezed it, mushing your cheeks.

Wow, could this get any worse?

Matt started exploding with questions. Questions like: Where did this come from? Do they have one in my size? Is there a tail with the cat ears? They're cat ears, right?

All while questioning you, he was touching you. Feeling the fabrics and such. Poking at the cat ears in your head.

You stayed silent, completely embarrassed to be standing in front of someone looking like this.

"OMG, Y/N! I can't believe how cute you look! You usually don't try and look homeless with your outfits. This is a great change!"

You sighed, ignoring the comment, "Thanks, Matt."

"Cute, indeed."

You and Matt turned your head to another familiar voice rippling through.

Tord leaned against your door frame, taking a drag from his cigar and blowing the smoke.

Did Matt leave the door open? Oh, God! Everyone in the house is going to know now! And Tord's a bloody perv, oh my gosh!

Thought were racing through your head as you watched Tord fully enter your room.

He slowly circled you, like Matt did, looking you up and down.

"Todd! Doesn't she look so adorable!"

Tord smirked, letting cigar smoke find it's way out of his mouth. The scent filled your room, making you internally groan. You hated the smell, and now it was on your sheets.

"Very."

Matt bounced, grabbing your shoulders, "Y/N, can I have a turn in it?"

Your eyes widened. You couldn't take this off now, not in front of the two. That would be so embarrassing.

You felt something wrap around your neck, snapping at the front and slightly pinching the sensitive skin.

A collar?! You left the damn drawer open, and Tord found that collection.

"Quite the collection, Y/N. I'm impressed." Tord opened your window and threw his cigar out. Good riddance.

"Jesus fucking christ, this can't be happening..." you put your face in the palms of your hands and slightly muttered to yourself.

You were lunged forward, almost colliding into Tord's face. Your faces were inches apart. You could smell the cigar scent running off of him.

"Only it is, my dear."

You noticed one of the leashes you had that came with a collar. It was wrapped around Tord's fist. When did he put it on? Nothing was felt.

"Ah, Tord! Don't be so rough with her. Give me that, you're doing it wrong."

Matt took the leash from Tord's hand, gently tugging you to him.

"I'm not doing it wrong, friend. Just being rough, is all."

You spoke up, "Uh, what's happening?"

"Sounds like Matt wants to have a little contest." Tord crossed his arms and arched a brow.

Matt tugged on the leash a bit harder, "Maybe I do!"

Tord walked back to the entrance of your room, shutting and locking the door.

Oh gosh, this perv was planning something sexual. Why aren't you saying anything to stop it? Why are you obeying them?

You swore it was the power of the outfit taking over your body.

But honestly. You liked the use of the leash and being pulled around between the two men. It felt right for some reason.

"Okay, then. Deal." The two guys standing in your room shook on it.

You were too zoned out to pay attention to what they agreed to. Too zoned out to even notice that Matt dropped the leash, and it was now hanging in front of your legs.

"Come here, Y/N." Tord sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

Instead of immediate action, you stared at him, unsure of what to do.

"Come here, beautiful." Matt sat next to Tord and motioned for you to sit on his lap as well.

You looked between the two, unable to decide. Were you really going to sleep with them? Would it make things awkward?

"Now, Y/N." Tord interrupted your thoughts with a command. He sounded more stern.

You found yourself slowly walking to him, not wanting to disobey. Honestly, with how kinky Tord was, you were scared to disobey him. Who knows what he would do to you.

But on the other hand, you were also curious to see what he would do to you.

So you went to Matt, gently sitting on his lap. You made eye contact with Tord and smirked.

"Good girl, Y/N." Matt wrapped his hands around you, giving you praise.

But Tord glared at you, "Bad girl, Y/N."

He thought for a moment and smirked, "Maybe a punishment is needed."

Matt started to gently kiss your neck and rub your body. The gentle kisses kind of tickled when they reached sensitive places.

"Ack-!" You were tugged back by the leash. It took you by surprise.

You looked up and saw Tord looking down on you, "You'll behave for me."

A slap was placed upon your ass. You jumped and tugged away from Tord, and into Matt's shoulder. He kissed and rubbed at your body as Tord spanked you.

God, the stimulations running through.

Tord had lifted the skirt, revealing the laced thong you were wearing to match your outfit. He delivered another slap.

The bare skin made it sting more as he spanked you again and again.

Matt started to gently take off your maid outfit, kissing your body as more was revealed. You let him slide off the top and skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. And the socks, of course.

They admired your body, hands running along it. Matt tickled his fingers along your spine while Tord squeezed your thighs.

Each was attacking each side of your neck, leaving soft kisses, rough kisses, and bites.

Matt rubbed your thighs, slowly making his way up. The tip of his finger lightly rubbed the bundle of nerves hiding within the black panties.

Tord wrapped his strong hand around your neck, pulling your head back for a deep, wet kiss. He snaked his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours. His hands going down to your breasts, giving them a nice squeeze. You reached behind and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside and giving Tord full access.

You softly moaned into Tord's kiss when Matt slipped his hand in your panties, giving skin to skin contact. He played with your clit, rubbing it in circles, while using his other fingers to rub at your wet entrance.

"Somebody's soaked," Matt whispered in your ear, giving you chills.

Matt gently pushed you off his lap so you were standing. He started to slowly slide your panties down, biting his lip and making eye contact.

Tord roughly took charge and ripped them off, then shoved you on the bed. He climbed on top of you, taking his shirt and pants off. You heard Matt's zipper in the background, not breaking eye contact with Tord.

He pushed his body onto you, passionately kissing you again. Matt climbed beside you, gently stroking his length.

Tord trailed passionate kisses down your body, stopping at your vagina. He didn't give you time to think, he just went down on you. He licked and sucked on the swollen bundle of nerves, making you arch your back, biting your finger to keep yourself from moaning.

"It's okay, darling. Don't be scared to make those pretty little noises for us~" Matt held his hard cock in front of your face.

You let Matt put his erection in your mouth, letting it muffle your moaning. Tord rubbed his fingers at your entrance, teasing it for what happens next.

As Matt lightly thrusted in your mouth, Tord roughly fingered you, trying to find that perfect spot. God, the overwhelming pleasure was going to kill you. You wanted them inside you, and to stop teasing.

Once Tord found your spot, you choked and moaned around Matt's dick. He leaned his head back, softly moaning.

You arched your back in pleasure, trying to take more of Matt in your mouth. It felt so good, you didn't want it to end.

But all things had to come to an end. Tord and Matt made eye contact, nodding as if they planned something. They both pulled away from you, leaving you a whimpering mess.

Matt sat you up and on his lap. Your back against him, facing Tord, who was between your legs.

Matt slightly lifted you up, placing you on his cock, and slowly sliding you back down. You softly moaned as you sat and adjusted on Matt.

After a few seconds, he started to slowly thrust into you. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, whimpering and softly moaning for him.

Tord scooted closer, positioning himself at your entrance as well. Matt stopped thrusting and let Tord slowly slide into you.

You groaned and bit your bottom lip. The stretch hurt, but it was more pleasurable than it was painful.

Matt started to rub your abdomen and thighs, comforting you from the blissful pain. His soft touches felt nice, and you wondered how he would be to just cuddle with.

Once Tord was fully in, he grabbed the leash and pulled you forward, into a kiss. This time, it wasn't wet or passionate. It was softer, adorable even. He pulled off, going down to your neck and whispering, "Are you ready, Y/N?"

You nodded, closing your eyes and preparing yourself.

Both males started thrusting at their own pace, throwing you off. Matt was going slow and gentle, but Tord was going a faster, more rough pace.

You grabbed onto Tord's shoulders, moaning so loud, it was almost almost scream. Holy shit, this was new. They both hit different spots inside you, driving you insane.

Matt picked up his pace, but still going gentle. He wrapped his arms around you and played with your breasts while planting soft kisses on your back. You could hear him softly moaning. The shakiness in his moans were cute.

Tord was breathing heavily, giving a few grunts here and there. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy as he reached his peak. He held your legs up, clinging onto them tightly as he reached his climax. He quickly pulled out as he came, groaning and resting his head on your leg. The face he made was hot to you. The way he looked so vulnerable.

You felt Matt tighten his grip around you, pushing his face in your back as his moans became more frequent. The shaky breaths and moans were driving you to your own orgasm. His thrusting became rougher as he moaned louder.

"Gahh, Matt~!" A flood of pleasurable relief flooded your body, all the while making you more sensitive.

Matt thrusted a few more times before spilling his warm cum inside you.

That had caught everyone off guard. You weren't on birth control.

"Dammit, Matt. Why'd you do that?!" Tord barked, obviously pissed.

"S-Sorry! I was too into it and forgot.. I'm so sorry, Y/N." Matt held onto you tightly as he pulled out. Hot cum leaked from you.

"I-It's okay. I'll figure something out." You turned around in Matt's arms and hugged him back. The poor ginger felt so bad, it's almost like he was going to cry.

"Everyone clean up. We'll go to the pharmacy." Tord had already gotten up and was buttoning his pants.

Matt nodded, letting you go and slowly getting up and dressed.

"I'm jumping in the shower." You put on your dirty clothes and went into the bathroom. You were hoping there was Plan-B at the pharmacy.

You got undressed in the bathroom, tossing your dirty clothes aside. You unclipped the leash from the collar and set it aside. Looking at the collar in the mirror, you realize this was the one that you lost the key to.

Meaning it was stuck.

You groaned and jumped in the shower anyways, washing the sweat and cum from your body.

Once out of the warm water, you wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to Tord's room. Maybe his big brain can pick the lock.

You opened the door slightly, listening to it squeak. You looked for Tord, who was sitting on his bed, on his phone.

"T-Tord.. the collar is stuck."

He looked up from his phone, motioning you into his room. He took one look at you, and then went to his desk.

It was scattered with papers and a few tools.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a tiny screwdriver. You heard the shower running again, assuming I was Matt.

Tord lifted your chin and picked the lock off the collar, letting it release from around your neck. You sighed in relief; thank god you didn't have to go into public with a collar on.

You and Tord heard the shower stop, and saw Matt exiting the bathroom.

"Ready?" He sounded like he had been crying.

You nodded.

"Alright, let's go then." Tord tossed the car keys in the air and let them fall back in his hand.

You and Matt followed behind him outside and into the car, finally going to the pharmacy.

Luckily, they had Plan-B in stock.

[bakugohoex]

“aren’t you my good little kitten”

pairing: jean kirshctein x female reader

cw: established relationship, kitten!reader, fluff, nsfw (MINORS DNI!, master!jean, leash pulling, kissing, shoe fucking, nipple play, ass slapping, ass grabbing, female masturbation, thumb sucking, consensual sex, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, marking, bruises, aftercare)

word count: 2400+

a/n: yeah so i finished the fic yay, hope you enjoy hybrid reader ive never done something like this before but hopefully it worked

other information: hybrid collab by @ultimate-astridwriting

summary: in which you’re jean’s little kitten, spending the night getting off whilst he goes through paperwork before finally he has his way with you

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He was too pretty to resist, the way he flicked the pen between his tongue and finger as if he was teasing you. His eyes occasionally looking down at you as you kneeled patiently at his leg, a low mewl coming from your mouth. He always told you about his job, how he’d come late from the office with more paperwork he needed to go through. The time he spent away from you always had a purpose, it was to provide for you.

You brushed your cheek against his leg, his suit trousers being a flimsy material as he had discarded the jacket to the other shirt, shirt sleeves rolled as he unbuttoned the first three buttons with his thick fingers. “Patience, kitten,” your ears faced forward as the swish of your tail moved enthusiastically as you kneeled with his favourite lingerie set.

The black cupping your chest as your cunt had already drenched through the black lace. Your favourite part was the black collar that suffocated against your neck, the gold clasps of metal of a leash that was fastened against his other hand. A gold ringing bell swished as his hand moved to his knee, your tongue licking at the back of his hand, before going to each individual finger.

“What did I say?” His voice was harsh as he moved his hand away from your mouth and instead tugged on the leash making your wet cunt hit the top of his shoe. He had forgotten to take them off before he had entered the apartment but by the way you had given a loud moan at the impact he couldn’t help but smirk as he looked down at you.

“M…master,” you mewled as you rubbed against the shoe, it helped to gain some relief but made Jean chuckle.

He dropped his pen putting a hand through his brown locks, tugging at the end pieces as he watched how your tits bounced every time you moved back and forth against his shoe. “Having fun,” he looked down as he tugged at your leash again watching how your tongue fell from your mouth, eyes closed as you continued to hump against his shoe.

“Mmm…ye…yes…more…” your moans were always so pretty, the way his other hand moved to stroke the back of your ears as you flustered at the feeling, ears almost folding in as you moaned. He had begun tapping his foot at each brush of your cunt, making you move down just as he moved up.

Saliva dripped from your mouth as it went down your chest and to your thighs, “such a good kitty,” he comforted as your tail wagged at the praise continuing at your movement. “Why don’t we take these off?” Jean had disregarded his work as he pushed his chair away from the desk giving you more room.

He kept a grasp at your leash, wrapping it around his hand as his knuckles had become whiter. He undid the bra as your chest fell for his eyes, he licked his lips before motioning for you to remove your underwear. You looked up with pleading eyes as you gave him our soaked underwear, he held them as he stuffed them in his pocket.

Your eyes never left his brown ones as he looked down at you, “continue.” It was a command as you got pulled towards him, chest moving up and down as your bare cunt hit his brown shoes. He could see your slick hit the shoe at the new darkened shoe.

He went to grab the paper reading them as our moans filled the office, he already knew Connie had filed the paperwork due to the shitty format that had somehow been allowed. Signing as he occasionally looked down at your agape face, he watched as one had gone to grab his thigh before the other went to your hard tits.

The way you arched your back making your tail brush against the desk as you pinched at your nimble tits. You were always a sight for sore eyes, the way you’d be at the door in a matter of seconds, brushing your head against his legs as he stepped inside. The way you’d lick at his face to wake him up in the morning and sit on the table waiting for a kiss and breakfast to be served to you.

What he loved the most was seeing you trying to get off on every part of him, thigh riding had become a favourite of yours but trying to get off on his shoe was different but the way you did it so effortlessly had him intoxicated. “Wan…want to cu…cum ma…master,” he smirked once again as he looked down pulling at your leash as he watched you lick your lips, spit and saliva against your face, your ears dropping down as you could feel the orgasm hit.

“Cum kitten,” Jean cooed as he moved closer to your face, his hand nuzzling against your cheek as you brushed against him instinctively. The coil in your stomach snapping as you mewled loudly as your white gush fell onto his shoe and the wooden floor. “All dirty aren’t we,” he watched you nod enthusiastically through your tired state.

Dropping the paperwork down he tugged at your leash making your stand before, cum falling down your thigh as he grabbed at your ass. Just brushing the start of your tail as you shivered, feeling his grip to the fat before giving a harsh slap against one cheek. “That’s for ruining my shoes…” he paused as he grabbed your waist, the pain still seething through your backside as he watched your movement.

The way you fell onto his thigh as your ass hurt even more from hitting his thigh, you purred slowly as your tail wagged in excitement, your hand finding its way to his hard. You could already see it form as your other hand moved to play with the back of his hair. The hair against his chin and jaw brushing against your neck as he left soft kisses, even when he did punish you for ruining something he always came back to comfort you.

He gave a moan as your hand moved against the fabric of his trousers against his cock, “go to our bed, don’t fucking touch yourself, okay?”

You nodded but his hand grabbed your jaw, thumb brushing against your lips as he wanted a proper response, “yes master.”

He let go of your leash as he watched you leave the office, cum on his trousers and shoe as he looked at his dark office. He finally stood up after five minutes, removing his shoes as he chucked them in the bin before beginning to unbutton his white shirt.

His thick fingers easily did it as he discarded the shirt to the ground, removing the rest of his clothes as he was left with his boxers and nothing else. He heard low whimpers coming for your shared bedroom as he peeked through the door seeing your cunt rut against the sheets, back arched as you couldn’t help but disobey his order. He opened the door slowly making the door creak as he entered watching intensely, “stupid whore couldn’t wait.”

His voice was a mutter as you tensed, stopping in your grinding against the sheets, drool falling onto your thighs as your eyes widened, “master.” It was a cough as you watched Jean’s tall stature come towards you, it only took two large steps before he knelt on the bed.

The view of the dark city coming from the open windows, the curtains open as a sensation swept under your thighs of the silk sheets. Jean grabbed your throat as he pushed his thumb into your mouth making you fluster.

His other hand went to the back of your ears as he scratched at them, hair moving through his fingers every time he moved his nails to them. His thumb pushed into your mouth as your eyes felt heavy as you looked down at his toned body, seeing the bulge already push against his boxers.

Your mouth opened up as he removed his thumb, saliva coating the finger as he gripped onto your face, letting his thumb brush against your cheek before letting his other hand move from the back of your pointed ears to the leash around your neck holding it as he lifted you up to his height making you get on your knees before kissing you.

Saliva and spit mixing with one another as his tongue divulged inside of your wet mouth, he could taste all of you before his other hand moved off your face and down to your tits, his fingers rubbing against the nub as the bell on the leash made a sound once more, he stopped kissing you as he looked into your eyes.

“Turn around, kitten,” you compiled as he let go of you, your ass rubbed against his bulge as your tail spiralled past his open arms resting close to his side, fur brushing against him as you pushed your ass up to his front, his broad palm pushed your face onto the sheets as he grabbed the leash once more, having a perfect view of your cunt as he held your firmly with the leash.

Pulling his boxers off with one hand and letting them fall to the bed, his cock springing up to hit your ass, he watched you squirm as you felt his cock glide back and forth between your ass and cunt. “Tell me how much you want me.”

It was a command as he tugged on the leash making you moan as his other hand went to grab onto your ass cheek. Your slick coating his cock to help him divulge into your cunt once you answered, “want you so…so fucking…much master.”

“That’s my girl,” he muttered before slamming into your cunt, a loud muffled moan erupted from your mouth as you remained on fours feeling him continue to slam back and forth into your pretty walls.

The low groans and continuous moaning from both of you caused you to tense around him at every hit he took inside of you. His hand on your ass leaving harsh prints as he continued to squeeze and hit it.

Your tail falling at the sheer pleasure you were feeling as you had begun to drool on the bed through your mewls. The way he spoke affirmations of his pretty kitten, the way each time he slammed into you he gripped onto your ass cheeks even harsher. “So…so good kitten…”

He could barely breathe as he continued to slam into your walls, “J…Jean…” the way your lips had spoken his name had intoxicated him as his pace had increased in a matter of seconds. The harsh thrusts become faster and go deeper to hit the back of your cervix.

“Gonna fill you…fill you up kitten,” he groaned as he tugged the leash making your body harshly move closer to his own. Back hitting his chest as he repositioned himself inside of you making you ride his cock as both hands went to massage your tits.

Mouth making contact with your open neck as he continued to move his hip upwards letting your drool hit his hands. The squeezes of the fat on your chest making you moan even more and the bites he had left with the brush of the stray hair from his hair nuzzling into your neck. “Love you kitten,” he groaned lowly into your ear as you gave a tired smile.

“L…love…love you too,” you responded back feeling his pace begin to quicken once more, he wanted you to feel him all. His thick cock began to harshly move in you as you couldn’t help but lean your head against his shoulder.

You could feel cum begin to build up once more in your stomach a coil ready to snap and by the way your cunt clenched, Jean knew it as well, “gonna cum baby,” he murmured almost teasingly, “cum for me kitten.”

Feeling the coil snap in your stomach as white gush flowed out once more from your cunt, the squelching of Jean’s cock pushing the cum back into your cunt surrounded the room. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his aggressive grabbing of your chest and sides as he wanted to cum inside of his pretty kitten.

“Be my good kitten, make me cum, c…come on,” he spoke as he watched you move your hips just as he moved upwards you were coming right back down. Feeling all of you as he bit at your neck as you continued with your actions, “aren’t you my good little kitten,” it was a statement as he moaned it out feeling his own high coming.

He didn’t give you a warning as his cum began to fill you up, feeling yourself slowly move on his cock. Cum spilling from your cunt and onto your thighs and silk sheets, he gave another groan as he felt flushed at the feeling. You steadily got off of him as you went on fours stretching your limbs as Jean finally looked down at you.

You nuzzled your head onto his thigh, as he looked down picking you up softly to sit on his lap, “we need to clean up,” he spoke softly as he touched your scalp massaging it gently, he saw just how tired you had gotten,

Jean placed your drowsy state on the bed, taking the silk sheet off as he threw it to the side, he put his boxers on, checking on your position as soft snores escaped from your mouth. He went to grab a shirt for you to wear with a new sheet to put on top of the both of you.

His white shirt he wore on a daily basis was in his hands as he lifted you up, putting you in the shirt before lying beside you with the silk sheet on top of you. He instantly felt you turn over meeting his chest as your hands laid on his stomach. “I love…you, Jean,” you murmured in your sleepy state as you snuggled into his side.

Jean put his arm around you as he looked down at you softly, “I love you too, Y/n.” He kissed your temple before closing the light, holding you in his arms as you both fell into a sweet slumber.

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[americxn]

Hey! I love ur writing so much. I'm happy ur a part of this community<3🥰 I was wondering if I could request a super dominant reader and James March smut?? He is so dom himself that I rly crave an uno reverse card on that. like, choking him, ordering him around, him shocked af at your dominance but enjoying it immensely, maybe even caning him with his own cane?? wekdjfksjfke 🌝 thank U in advance & it's totes ok if not, mwah have a gorgeous week<3

Satiated (James Patrick March x Fem!Reader)

this is... I don’t even know what this is but it’s not good lmao, I’m so sorry; I’ll probably rewrite this but I didn’t want to leave this request waiting for too long

wordcount: 4.3k warnings: NSFW, caning, penetration, riding, choking, swearing

“I want to try something.” You announced, shouldering open the door to your shared bathroom, James’ dark eyes flicking to you in the mirror, the scars littering the strong, pale planes of his bare back like slivers of silver in the bright light. “Yes?” He drawled, turning partly to you whilst continuing to pat his face dry with the freshly laundered hand towel in his grasp; your eyes scanned the pronounced valley of his back, trailing downwards to the loose waistline of his black slacks clinging low on his hips, his braces having been pulled from his shoulders and allowed to dangle at his thighs. Stalking for him, you took one of them in your grip, pulling on it harshly and forcing his body to angle fully towards you. He surveyed you, curiously setting his dark eyes alight, the pristine towel tumbling from his grip as he blinked at you, the force with which you had maneuvered his body utterly out of character.

  Your confidence faltered under his scrutiny but you spurred yourself to continue, reaching to his other hip for the elastic of the brace residing there and simultaneously tugging on both, James’ hips knocking into yours as you claimed his lips with your own. James bit back his dazed grunt of surprise as your lips connected to his, teetering slightly on his bare feet before allowing his eyes to flutter closed, surrendering himself to the determined warmth of your lips. You hummed at his softness, retreating slightly to reangle your head before crashing your mouth onto his with renewed vigour, giving him a mere moment to adjust to your new approach before prying his lips apart with your tongue and flooding into the heat of his mouth. Much to your delight, James shivered, his back arching slightly further into your body as you ran the tip of your tongue along the roof of his mouth before meeting his own tongue, answering to his demanding nudges with possessive ones of your own. You smiled onto his mouth, pleased with how he was responding and reaching to the waistband of his pants, ensuring to keep the kiss deep and claiming whilst your fingertips worked to unclip the brace dangling limply by his left thigh, then the one at his right hip. He didn’t even seem to notice, too indulged in simultaneously tasting you and silently willing you to taste him more, his velvety tongue brushing against yours with demanding fervour. Having successfully detached the accessory from his pants, you brought it up around the back of his neck, looping it around and holding it in a tight grip with one hand at the hollow of his throat. Detaching your lips from his, you swiped your lips softly across the tip of his nose in a lingering touch, smiling in anticipatory delight as you tugged firmly at the brace around his neck. James took a responding step forward. You evaded his advance by taking a step back of your own, his eyes alight with timorous curiosity. You passed him a wickedly sweet smile before turning, your grip tight on the thick elastic around his neck as you began walking casually back into the main room of your shared suit, James staggering after you, both full of apprehension and eagerness, enticed by the newfound domineering sway of your hips as you lead him from the bathroom. You dragged him over to the bed, giving the makeshift leash at his throat a harsh tug, eliciting a surprised intake of breath from him as you forced him closer to the mattress before you, the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the wooden bedframe. Releasing the brace from his neck, James’ eyes caught on it as it fell to the floor, his gaze shifting to you as you uttered a soft praise at his cooperation, his eyes darkening even further when your fingers dropped to the front of his slacks, the clinking of his belt filling the thick silence of the room as you deftly worked to undo it. James shuddered under your touch as you moved to the buttons holding his pants together, your knees bending to follow their journey down his legs until you were knelt before his feet, your hands reaching up to grip onto his pale thighs. His chin rose as you tightened your grip, his cock twitching from the confines of his cotton underwear, trying to strain for you as your nails bit into his skin. Leaning in, you placed a single lingering kiss to his navel before rising, allowing your fingers to trail up his thighs, journeying across the material of his loose fitting underwear as you stood to your full height, the corner of your mouth curving into a self satisfied smirk at the smattering of goosebumps that rose onto his skin in the wake of your fingertips, the column of his throat working as he swallowed thickly. “May I inquire as to where this has come from?” He asked feebly, his fingers itching to take ahold of your waist. When he reached out to try you batted his hands away, offering him a reproving glance from beneath your lashes. He shrunk under your disapproving scowl, his lips closing tightly. “You’re always in charge. Now it’s my turn.” This was your only explanation before you commanded him to remove his underwear, stepping back to watch as he did as instructed, a small blush rising onto his cheeks as he fully exposed himself to you, any remaining dignity stolen as you watched on, fully clothed. You took a lingering glance at his semi-hard cock as it presented itself proudly to you, his thighs tensing under your branding gaze. Dragging your eyes back up the quilted surface of his torso, you painted a lovingly unforgiving expression onto your features, bringing your face close to his. His eyes drifted shut, lips parting slightly in anticipatory invitation, wanting to feel your mouth on his once more. Instead, you took ahold of his hips, rubbing your thumbs along the swell of protruding bone. “Where’s that cane of yours? I want to put it to good use.” Unsurity swarmed gaze but he dipped his chin in an obeying nod, shuffling around your body, the prominent muscles in his ass working as he strode to the corner of the room, retrieving the cane that was resting against the far wall; a thick sheet of arousal draped over you at his unfaltering compliance, all of your attention narrowing in on the shifting of his powerful muscles beneath his tight skin as he hurried to obey you. “Thank you.” You crooned when he hastened back across the space to you, the polished dark wood of his cane gleaming in the dim light of the room as you took it from his grasp. Reaching out a hand, you drew the tip of your finger up the centre of his torso in one long stroke, your nail scraping softly as it completed its trail up the column of his throat to his chin where your finger stilled to force his head to tilt up towards the ceiling. “I didn’t think that you would be so willing to surrender to me.” You mused quietly, applying more pressure to the bottom of his chin with your fingertip, his eyes never straying from yours as you forced his head back further, displaying the full length of his throat to you. He fumbled for words, eyes scanning yours as you pressed your body closer to his, your clothes soft against his too sensitive skin. “I’m intrigued.” He finally whispered to you, the tip of his cane striking the floor as you loosened your grip on it, leaning your weight onto it slightly. Smiling sweetly at him, you took ahold of his hips, harshly turning him and shoving him down onto the bed. His body bounced slightly atop the mattress, his elbows grappling to gain purchase on the surface of the bed to push himself up. You waited until he had rose partly onto his elbows before reaching forwards to place your palm flat between his shoulder blades and forcing him back down flat with a firm push. Giving him no time to recover, you adjusted your grip on his cane, raising it into the air before bringing it down on his bare ass with a harsh crack. His body lurched forwards in response, his stunned grunt muffled as he buried his face into the soft covers. It took him a moment to retrieve his senses following the burning lash you had laid across his bare skin, by which point you were already raining a second strike down across the pale curves of his ass. And a third. And a fourth. He groaned, his teeth latching onto the sheets beneath him in a futile effort to stay quiet as your assault on his ass continued, each strike fuelling the burn radiating across his skin. With several more strokes administered to his increasingly flushed skin, he seemed to succumb to the pain, became drunk on ecstasy, greedily feasting on the hurt you infused into him; not accustomed to being the one receiving any sort of physical punishment, his back arched of its own accord, his pert ass parting in a silent plead for more. “Pitiful.” You tutted, reached forwards to rake the tips of your fingers through the red welts highlighting the pale canvas of his skin. He mewled, toes curling in perverted bliss as you painted smaller marks onto him with your nails, relishing in the simmering warmth radiating off his abused skin under your touch. James was mumbling incoherently around the mouthful of sheets caught between his teeth as you stepped back, delivering several more strokes to his ass with the hard wood of his cane. He shrieked when you laid the final, harshest, strike on his ass, the pain both sweet and strenuous, some drool escaping from his lips and soaking into the covers beneath him. Admiring your handiwork, you gazed across the gracious curves of his ass, marred with ever deepening sangria welts rising onto the contrastingly pale mounds. Reaching for him, you lightly tapped his hip, encouraging him to turn over; he heeded your wordless request and winced as his tender ass rubbed against the soft sheets. You cooed at the sight of his fully engorged cock, the purple head swollen and dripping a pearly bead of precum, his liquid need having left a small damp patch on the covers beneath him. You let out a breathy chuckle as he lifted his hips up, rutting his cock into the air in shameless need, showing you the effects that your rough treatment of his ass had pried from him. “I didn’t think that you were so much of a whore to get off on me hurting you; you’ve proved me wrong.” Your words had a broken noise cracking from the back of his throat, suspiciously close to a whine as his cock twitched, beckoning you to give it attention. His eyes were glazed with undiluted arousal as he stared up at you, and you noted the way that his eyes flicked feverishly from your face to the cane still tightly gripped in your hand, yearning to feel its impact upon his skin once again. With a pointed smirk, you placed it on the covers beside his head, his arousal radiating off body, turning the air that coated your fingers warm. Withdrawing your hand, you turned away, ensuring that all of his focus was fixed on you as you slowly rid yourself of your own clothes, discarding each article in a neat pile by your feet until you were just as exposed as he was. He scanned your body with greed as you turned back to face him, his hips once again making a futile thrust into the empty air above him, the swollen tip of his cock screaming for attention. “I could leave you here like this.” You mused, taking a step closer to the bed. He threw his head back in premature despair at your softly spoken words. “I could make you wait for your pleasure. I could reduce you to nothing but an unending pit of desperate need; I could make you crave me.” He let out a shakily spoken “no” of disagreement. “No?” You pushed, taking another step towards his tense form on the bed. He lifted his head to watch as you crawled onto the mattress, positioning your knees on either side of his thighs, his cock straining up to reach you. “No.” He bit back in confirmation. You cocked your head as you settled onto his upper thighs, lifting a hand and brushing your thumb over his tip so gently that the touch barely registered to James, who didn’t dare take his eyes off your hand as you gathered the single drop of precum threatening to spill; lifting up onto your knees, you reached to bring your hand up to James’ mouth, who instantly closed his lips around your thumb, his tongue swirling over the soft pad of it. He groaned at the bitter taste of himself on your skin, his lips parting to allow you to withdraw the digit. You decided that you could spend hours upon hours toying with him, watching him pitifully roll his hips up into nothing, the sight of his puffy lower lip caught tightly between his teeth to prevent any undignified noises from slipping out absolutely delightful. But your own arousal was causing your patience to slip, and so you maneuvered back down his body to where his cock was stretched to attention. Lowering your core to him, you laid your palm flat to the curve of his shaft, spreading your legs in order to part your cunt before rubbing yourself along the underside of him. His eyes drifted shut, his head falling back onto the covers beneath him as you steadily rubbed him between your engorged folds, your wetness smearing onto his vein decorated shaft as you drew yourself from his head to the very base of his length, your hand flat as it held him to your pussy. A string of breathily mumbled curses fell from his parted lips; you smirked. James very rarely swore and the rare profanities only spurred you on, pressing him further against your core as you continued to rub yourself up and down him. “More.” He stated after several more moments of this, his obedient demeanour slipping as you continued to tease him, drawing out the soft pleasure you provided him with your slickness. “Sorry?” You questioned, halting your movements; with a pitiful grunt, he bucked his hips into you, trying to use you for his own pleasure. “I don’t recall allowing you to make demands.” You finished, pushing yourself slightly up on your knees to hover just out of the reach of his cock that now glistened with your juices.  “You’re playing too much.” He complained, pushing himself up onto his elbows and reaching for you. With a scowl, you slammed your palm into his throat, closing your fingers tightly around his neck and forcing his upper body back down. “Ungrateful bitch,” you spat, pinning him to the mattress by his throat. His eyes flashed in surprise as you increased the pressure of your grasp, fingertips burrowing deeper into his skin. With a flush working its way into his cheeks, he seemed to instantaneously surrender to you once more, his body settling back into the mattress as he seemed to recognise how direly he had underestimated your determination to switch the roles for once. “Maybe I didn’t cane you hard enough.” The words were carried on an exaggerated sigh as you sat back, moving to push yourself off the bed entirely. “No!” James sputtered, his lithe fingers closing around your hand that strayed from its hold around his throat as you made to stand. Pausing, you raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry. Please, just do something. I need you. I need to feel you. Please.” Your stomach twisted in sick delight as you watched the man who had never begged for anything in his life moan his defeated craving for you. Grinning down at him in savage delectation, you settled fully back onto him, taking his length in your palm and guiding him into your cunt. His jaw fell slack, his pupils seeming to dilate with pleasure, pleasure that was only magnified at the returning grasp of your hand around his throat. Sinking fully down onto him, his groan of relief was sweet to your ears. You rocked your hips experimentally, pausing to reach for the cane beside his head. He accepted it as you guided it horizontally into his mouth, his teeth closing tightly around the hard wood which groaned under the force of his bite; the cane was ornate, expensive and thus, heavy, and a dim ache spread along the length of his jaw almost immediately with his efforts of keeping its weight balanced between his teeth. Picking yourself off his cock slightly, you slid down its length once more, ensuring that he was seated fully within your slick channel before rising once more to repeat the movement. James shuddered beneath you, his eyes drifting closed and his hands closing around the wood of the cane at either side of his head. The grip of his fingers was just as tight as that of his jaw, needing something to ground him in the midst of the vast pleasure already unfurling within him. With one more rise and fall on his cock, James was bucking his hips up into you as you sunk back down his length, unable to keep still beneath your ministrations and forcing his cock to plunge even deeper inside you. Your eyes shuttered as he did so, the walls of your cunt tightening around him, attempting to pull him deeper; the urge to reprove him was strong, but the pleasure that his rutting sent skittering along your nerves was even stronger. The sensation of him fully filling you drew a broken moan from your throat and you lifted yourself up once more, only to slide slowly back down his length, repeating the unrushed action several times, drawing out the pleasure that the simple movement gave you. James let out a soft groan around the polished wood of his cane, his eyes fluttering with his tongue pinned beneath it and rendering him inarticulate. His pulse fluttered beneath the palm still pressing into his windpipe, the sheen of stubble populating the skin prickling into your touch. Your clit pulsed steadily as you seated yourself fully back onto his cock, your need to touch him, to feel him, becoming indescribable as James resumed his reciprocating action of lifting his hips up to meet yours, the two of you establishing a feverish pace, the swollen head of his cock hitting hard and deep, your movements becoming increasingly febrile. With you own pleasure mounting, the sight of his face, scrunched up with bliss, a red hue coating the skin from your harsh grip on his throat, the lightning shaped vein forking through his forehead was divine and all other thought but of that of him inside you, of the pleasure you were evidently giving him, evaded your consciousness. A breathy moan of your own drifted from your lips, James’ eyes cracking open so that he could watch you ride him through a heavy-lidded gaze, eyes glazed with gratification. You continued to pick yourself up on his cock before fully slamming down once more, again and again and again, your slick, sensitive walls pulsing around him, his head continuing to hit deep, each thrust ripping away at the bundle of pleasure glowing in the pit of your stomach, the orgasm hidden at its centre your goal as you fucked yourself on him. You clenched the inner walls of your tender cunt, letting out a shakily moaned “fuck” as it forced James’ thickness to press into the entirety of your slickness. James mewled beneath you in response, much to your satisfaction, his teeth tightening around the wood of his cane, biting down hard as you rode him closer and closer to release, the series of pleasure filled whimpers that tumbled from his lips quietened by the intrusion. You groaned deeply in response, James’ eyes almost rolling at the sight of you trailing one of your hands down to your cunt, rubbing at your clit harshly as the other hand came to grapple with one of your tits, fondling the soft mound whilst you pleased yourself. His eyes were wholly dark as he watched this, his mouth going utterly dry as you let out a soft gasp, your eyes drifting closed. Your fingertips brushed against the very bottom of his shaft as you drew ever larger, harder circles onto your clit, drawing in a hissing breath. You knew James was getting close when the fervour with which he thrusted up into you faltered, his grip on the cane turning bonewhite, his knuckles visible beneath his pale skin. Slowing your pace, you giggled in cruel, blissful amusement at the despairing groan of protest that leaked from around the cane in his mouth. “I’m tempted to finish myself off on your cock and then leave you here.” You mused softly in a honeyed tone. James shook his head to the best of his ability with his teeth latched onto his cane. “No?” You hummed in patronising question, sinking yourself even deeper onto his cock than before, your knees slipping further apart in order to fit your hips snugly onto his, grinding onto him slightly. James threw his head back, a single tear of aggravated need leaking down the side of his face. You cooed at his pitiful display of desperation, stilling fully on him as you continued to work yourself with the tips of his fingers. A small thread of drool leaked from the corner of James’ mouth at the sight. “Go on,” you groaned, deciding that you needed your own pleasure to be provided to you by his cock just as much as he needed his pleasure to be provided by your cunt. “Use my cunt. Make yourself cum.” He slammed up into you immediately, the force with which he rammed his entire length up into you nearly throwing your body off of his, both of your hands falling to rest on his torso to ensure that you remained seated on his cock. The tendons in his neck become more pronounced as he slammed into you again and again with reckless abandon, your heavy, aching tits bouncing with the force and your knees struggling to maintain purchase on the silky bed sheets. You blinked, trying to clear your blurring vision as your eyes strained to retreat into the back of your head, James’ cock stretching and filling you so perfectly that you felt intoxicated on pleasure, your toes curling and fingers trembling in their place on his flexing torso. He knew the exact angle with which he needed to pound up into you, his swollen head hitting deep, abundantly fuelling the pyre of ecstasy building within you, his breaths coming out hard and fast, fogging the polished wood of the cane lodged between his teeth. “Look at me.” You ordered when his thrusts became dangerously messily, leaning forwards to catch his tightly clenched jaw in your sweat coated palm, the muscles within feathering and twitching under your touch. His eyes locked with yours, a shuddering, drawn out groan floating from him as his hot seed spilled up into you, catalysed by the look of pure hunger he beheld in your meeting gaze. His unleashing of hot, liquid bliss had your own orgasm crashing into you, it’s force utterly euphoric as it passed through you in waves of electrifying heat. Your eyes rolled, pupils becoming lost to pleasure as the planes of James’ abdomen clenched, the tightening and pulsing of your slick walls around him drawing out his own release as you struggled to gain control of your body amidst the throes of your own, your face contorting in bliss. James was released from his orgasm with a strained grunt, his body melting back into the mattress, the tight planes of his body coated with sweat as he watched you recover from your own orgasm, completely sated beneath you, his back teeth digging into the wood of his cane further and exacerbating the ache threading through his jaw. Your fingers trembled, struggling to grapple onto his scar flecked skin, needing to grip onto something in a futile attempt to ground your mind that was lost to abundant pleasure. With a shuddering gasp, your eyes righted themselves, jaw falling slack as your muscles were released from the tight knots that your pleasure coursing through you had forced them into. Panting, you collapsed forwards, James’ skin hot beneath your lips as you planted a kiss onto the hollow of his throat. His cock softened within you, his eyes glinting with appreciation as you reached up, coaxing his fingers to loosen from the cane and withdrawing it from his lips. Shallow indentations had been left by the fierceness with which his teeth had sunk into the hard material. You crooned softly at the sight, bringing the length of the cane to his eye level to show him his handiwork. He smiled weakly, satisfied at the marks he had left, a constant reminder of the pleasure you had given him. Patting his cheek, you offered him a softly spoken praise, genuinely thanking him for handing you the power that he usually exercised so keenly before capturing his lips with your own in a sweet, healing kiss.

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Taste of Her Own Medicine

I wrote a zosan fic; come read it (Ao3 link in the reblog)

Description: Zoro is running late to a meeting with Sanji. When he finally gets there Sanji is swooning over the ex that crushed his heart while she peacocks and shows off her new boyfriend. People like that really pissed Zoro off.

Zoro checked his watch again. God damnit, he was late. Again. Which meant Sanji was going to kill him for it. Again. He couldn’t even pin this on Sanji this time, either, because Zoro was the one to suggest they meet at the fountain. To be fair, when he suggested it he’d been sure that he in-fact knew the way to the fountain. When he reached where it should have been, however, it inexplicably wasn’t there.

Now he’s rushing halfway across town to get to where it apparently actually is, if his phone’s map could be trusted (Zoro did not trust his phone’s map, sure that it was constantly sending him on the slowest, stupidest route possible. He was definitely always better off just going his own way). At least the exercise was warming him up, the sun yet to burn off the late spring morning’s chill.

He was only twenty minutes late, maybe Sanji would let him off easy for once? Zoro sighed inwardly, knowing that would never happen. It was going to be stupid to be yelled at about this, too, since they weren’t even doing anything where timing was all that important. They were just trying to find good birthday presents for Luffy. Zoro was kind of hopeless at presents while Sanji was always amazing at them, always picking out something thoughtful and custom-tailored to the recipient. Zoro most often showed up with an amazon gift card feeling completely stupid about it. Knowing this, Zoro had stealthily suggested they go hunting together so they didn’t, “buy him the same thing.” As if Zoro would ever give as good of a gift as Sanji would. He was actually surprised Sanji hadn’t seen right through him and refused, but the other had actually more-or-less readily accepted the idea. Zoro supposed there was a first time for everything.

The first time for Zoro to not make himself late, however, was not today.

After some wrong turns and two dead ends that might have actually been the same dead end twice, Zoro finally, finally saw the large fountain that marked the beginning of the city park come into view. He slowed his jog to a walk, glad he hadn’t yet broken a sweat. Couldn’t let Sanji think he actually cared about keeping their appointment. Not that it mattered what the cook thought, of course, but if he thought Zoro cared he might somehow get an even bigger head than he already had. Not that Zoro actually cared in the first place, too, of course. He hadn’t been looking forward to spending a whole day shopping with Sanji even a little. Not at all.

Zoro looked around the paved area, searching for Sanji amongst the small crowd mingling by the fountain. The day was still a bit crisp from the morning, but that didn’t seem to dissuade people as they gathered around the mouth of the park. Some were alone, some in groups, and others towed animals on leashes either walking the pets or clearly getting walked by them. Zoro surveyed the whole crowd, looking for Sanji standing off by himself, probably bent agitatedly over his phone with a cigarette in his mouth. None of the loners in the area fit his description though.

Had Zoro somehow actually made it here first after all? That didn’t seem even a little bit likely. He kept looking.

Finally, after a long moment of searching, he managed to spot him. A familiar head of blonde hair, a neat dress shirt, and long legs stood by the side of the fountain striking an impossible-to-mistake silhouette.

He wasn’t alone, though.

In front Sanji was an unfamiliar couple: some brunette girl holding the hand of an average looking boy. Was Sanji hitting on a stranger while her boyfriend was literally right there? Really?

Zoro’s face morphed into an unimpressed look. How classic. He really had no idea what he was expecting, offering to take Sanji around in public where he might run into females in the wild. A strong feeling of annoyance grew in his chest at just imagining the stupid drivel that must be spewing out of that mouth of his.

Zoro began to march over there with intentions to drag Sanji away by the ear when he suddenly stopped himself in his own tracks. His brows furrowed, studying the way Sanji was standing. His entire posture was eerily off. One hand was in his pocket while the other held a lit cigarette. His shoulders were tight and a little high, legs slightly farther apart than normal as if on defense. There was absolutely none of the easy oozing he exuded whenever he normally was chatting up some girl. He wasn’t swooning even a little.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

A thrum of worry pulsed through Zoro. It wasn’t that he was worried about Sanji – he could take care of himself, plus, Zoro reminded himself, he didn’t give a fuck about him (how does he keep forgetting that?). Rather, he was worried about what kind of threat these two people could possibly pose to get someone as cool-headed as Sanji so visibly tense.

Looking at the two, he knew he couldn’t place the boy, but the brunette… did he know her? Her face was rather indistinct, no particular piece of it sticking out to him. Her clothes looked well-pressed, and they were probably fashionable, not that Zoro had any real frame of reference for that. Her brown hair was half tied up in two little buns on her head, the rest left to fall down past her shoulders. She just seemed like a completely random, normal person; an auto-generation of any other girl about their age in the city.

Then the girl laughed at something. The sound was shrill and obnoxious in a way that grated on every nerve Zoro had. He wanted to absolutely break something.

Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Zoro knew exactlywho this girl was. He scowled at the memory.

She was some chick Sanji had dated for a while, maybe a couple months? A name itched at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. Two months was considerably longer than most of Sanji’s little trysts. He had even brought her around to meet everyone once; it was kind of a big deal since they’re friends are not only their family, but also extremely likely to scare any normal person away. Sanji had really, really actually liked this girl, Zoro was pretty sure.

And then she dumped him.

She’d reportedly done it unceremoniously one night, completely out of the blue. She simply told Sanji that she was, “done with this relationship now,” and left. Zoro had heard that line a hundred times over in the weeks following as Sanji wallowed pitifully, hit hard by the sudden cold shoulder. It had not been a pretty sight in the slightest. The ever-enamored cook had eventually bounced back, like he always did, but it really had taken longer than usual. Even Zoro had felt sorry for the guy at the time.

And now here she was. A completely random encounter in a city filled with a thousand other people that could be here instead. And she had the nerve to do, what? Strike up a casual conversation with someone she herself had so soundly dumped, some new boy in her tow? Inching closer, Zoro just barely started to be able to hear them. It was clear even just from her tone that the words exchanged were more than awkward hellos. The girl was gushing about her boyfriend the businessman, annunciating the words as if she wanted the whole park to turn and listen. She played with some expensive looking necklace in a way that was definitely supposed to be noticed, certainly some token from her little purse-mule of a boy.

That kind of thing really pissed Zoro off. Dump someone for no reason? Fine, whatever. But then go shoving yourself at him? In public and at random? She had to know how Sanji was physically incapable of being anything but overly polite to women, abusing that to get her kicks. Zoro grit his teeth as he watched Sanji gush at her that she looked as beautiful as always, that he simply adored how her hair grew out since he’d last seen her, that he was so happy she was so well taken care of. Underneath the gushing Zoro could practically feel how upset this whole encounter made Sanji, a self-pitying tone sewn into each sentence. It was like he was a slave to his own actions. The girl clearly let her ego be boosted by his attention and that made Zoro even angrier.

Zoro eyed the boy she had tugged along. He may have been some business guy or whatever, but he certainly didn’t look very impressive. His haircut was basic, his jacket was a bit too big and made him look like he was playing dress up, and his expression seemed far away as if zoned out. Zoro had him beat in muscle and looks easily. Zoro’s shirt was tight against his well-built chest, his jeans were slung low to show just a peak of his boxers, he’d have a healthy little glow from his jogging, and he raked a hand through his hair to give it a little volume. He was fully aware of exactly how good he looked in comparison and just pissed off enough to decide he might as well use it.

He wanted to see if little miss ex could handle a taste of her own medicine.

“Oi, Sanji,” he called, finally making his way to the trio. Sanji’s shoulders jumped to his ears. Zoro thought he looked like an animal frozen in crosshairs, waiting for its instincts to lead it to fight or flee. He turned slowly to look at Zoro, his face in a very un-handsome expression of combined panic and agitation.

Zoro fought his instinct to give just as nasty an expression back knowing he was now being watched by the brunette; his little show had now officially begun. Instead, he gave Sanji an easy smile as he sauntered over to him, eyes only on him, pretending to not even notice the couple right in front of them. This, of course, only lead to Sanji scrunching up his face in incredulous confusion. If this idea was going to work Zoro was going to have to wipe that look right off him.

When he was beside him, Zoro slung an arm around Sanji’s shoulder, letting himself drape over the other. Sanji was only one centimeter shorter than him and just as strong, so it always surprised Zoro just a bit how slight his naturally thin frame felt in his arms. A small, stupid rush of protectiveness briefly filled his chest and for once Zoro indulged it letting himself draw Sanji close to him. Sanji went stiff as a board and his eyes blew open in surprise. Zoro took advantage of his surprise, not letting him even think about getting a kick in as he reached out with his other hand to grab hold of Sanji’s stubbled chin.

He drew the other in for a quick, soft kiss.

The sharp scent of tobacco filled Zoro’s senses, but underneath it lied the familiar aroma of spices that followed Sanji everywhere he went. The scent was familiar, but the feel of Sanji’s lips against his was new. For all the times he’d bitten a mark into Sanji’s pale flesh, nipping along skin usually hidden later by shirts, Zoro couldn’t actually remember them kissing. If they ever had, they certainly would never do it as gently as this. He counted to ten in his head, wanting the kiss to look real while still public-appropriate.

Zoro was perfectly prepared for Sanji to remain like cardboard, perfectly fine carrying the kiss by himself. Suddenly, though, as if some sort of switch had gone off, Sanji softened, easing into Zoro’s hold like butter into warm bread.

All at once Sanji’s plush lips gently pressed back, allowing his weight to fall where Zoro’s arms had guided it. The count in Zoro’s head faltered for a second, mind going dumb from shock. Zoro had kissed plenty of people before, was a damn good kisser himself, but somehow nothing had ever felt like this. There was something in the way Sanji relaxed into him, how perfectly their lips slotted together, and the sensory of the strong scents and rough stubble and pillowy softness of lips. It all made even such a simple kiss simply intoxicating. Had they really never done this before? Why the hell not?

At ten (or was it eleven? Twelve?) Zoro drew his head back, ending their kiss with the soft sound of lips parting. He didn’t go far, though, hand still on the other’s chin, their breath mixing in the space between them. He opened his eyes, not knowing when he’d closed them, to find Sanji staring at him with a dazed expression and a gentle, pink blush spread across his cheeks. Zoro couldn’t help but smile, a strange feeling like fondness welling up in his chest. It was probably just hormones, like always, reminding him of the other times he’d made the typically put-together Sanji blush in more heated circumstances. Yeah, that was it, had to be.

“Thanks for waiting,” Zoro said, for once owning up to being late. Sanji blinked owlishly at him, as if trying to place where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. At that cute look something compelled Zoro and he made no move to stop it, giving a sweet kiss to the bit of forehead poking out from blonde bangs as if in apology.

“Ahem?” an impatient voice said, jarring Zoro back into reality. When had he left? It was like he’d had complete tunnel vision. Now, though, the situation around him came back into sharp focus. The mild chill of the spring air, the bubbling fountain behind him, the obnoxious couple in front of him, the reason why he did what he just did. Yes, right, he’d had a reason for doing that. One, singular, solitary reason and absolutely no other. A mission, even. Right.

Zoro dropped Sanji’s chin, ignoring the tingle in his hand and the definitely non-existent desire to hold him elsewhere. He instead hooked his thumb in one of his belt loops and assumed a pose hanging off of Sanji who was now tucked rather snugly into his side. The girl had her arms crossed and looked huffy. He raised an eyebrow at the two, acting as if they’d been the ones to interrupt him. “Sorry, didn’t see you there,” Zoro said casually, just knowing an egotistical bitch like her would be bothered by that. Sure enough, the girl’s eye twitched just a bit. Zoro held back a smug smile at getting a reaction so easily. “And you would be?”

Indignation flashed in the girl’s eyes. Had Zoro asked that rudely? Oh, pardon him. She stood herself up to look taller, as if looking down on him despite being a few inches shorter. Zoro refused to be phased.

“I’m Alice,” the girl introduced herself, not bothering to introduce the boy with her. It was probably for the best as the boy’s eyes had followed Zoro’s thumb down to where it rested, clearly distracted.

“I’m sure Sanji has told you all about me,” she added with fake sweetness, an almost sadistic smile crawling up her face. Alice, right. Alice was definitely the name Sanji wailed into his empty wine glass when Zoro and the others had tried to take him out on a boys’ night to cheer him up. He actually used to kind of like that name, but now it was forever tainted with the memory of this haughty cunt in front of him.

Instead of admitting to the recollection, though, Zoro looked at her blankly. “Alice…” he said, as if mulling the name over. As if he needed to search long and hard to find any semblance of someone in Sanji’s past named Alice. “Hm,” he said at length, “no… I don’t really remember having heard about someone by that name. Have you ever mentioned an Alice, babe?”

Despite addressing him, Zoro didn’t dare look at Sanji’s face. Even just the hint of doubt or disbelief or anger from Sanji might be enough to shake Zoro off his game and have this all come crashing down more humiliating than when they’d started.

He looked at Alice, instead, who looked at him like he’d grown a second head. The very concept that Sanji might not have cried his heart out about her every day since their parting was clearly a new one. It made Zoro so happy to have so suddenly shut her down with just a few words.

“Hold on! W-we’ve met before!” Alice protested, apparently recognizing him now. Zoro noted that she didn’t wait for Sanji to confirm or deny if he’d ever deigned to mention her once their relationship had ended. Zoro wondered if she was scared to know. Hearing something like that from the man himself might just shake her precious little ego. Zoro would love to see that happen.

“Oh, we have?” Zoro asked mildly, showing a clear disinterest in whether they had or not. He pretended to mull the concept over in his head just as he had her name. He certainly remembered the party Sanji had brought her to. He remembered that it had sucked because her laugh was too annoying to ignore even from across the room and cross-eyed drunk. Finally, he shrugged simply, clearly not caring one way or another. “Guess it just wasn’t very memorable.”

At that Alice looked absolutely stricken, an arrow piercing directly into her pride. Bullseye, Zoro thought to himself, narrowly remembering to keep his face schooled. He so badly wanted to give her the same wolfish grin he reserved for his enemies at tournaments, but his own internal satisfaction would have to suffice.

In his peripheral, Zoro saw Sanji take a long drag off his cigarette. Hopefully that meant he was willing to quietly play along. Possibly it meant he thought Zoro had genuinely forgotten about her and that he was about to get pummeled into a paste in about five seconds.

“S-So then, you two? You’re together then?” Alice asked, clearly affronted and looking for something to refill her sails. Zoro wondered if she was beginning to consider him her replacement. He wondered how he measured up.

Suddenly, though, she seemed then to get herself a second wind, puffing herself up in her coat. Zoro refrained from frowning, if just barely. And here he’d been winning.

“It’s so adorable to see new couples, isn’t it Darek, sweetie?” she said sweetly, grabbing on to her boy’s sleeve. The boy in question nodded absentmindedly, eyes locked on where Zoro was oh-so-incidentally toying at the waistband of his boxers with his thumb. A charming one, wasn’t he? “We’ve been together for four months now. It’s just so hard to find the one you’re truly meant to be with, but so rewarding to know they’re all yours. How long has your cute little thing been going on for?”

So she was considering him to be her replacement. Moreover, it seemed clear that if that were the case, he’d be the winner. This was her alternative hypothesis, the situation that would set the world just a little bit more right than it was right then. If their relationship was new she could brush it all off as certain to be doomed in a week or two, as so many new relationship were. Well, he’d better set her little worries to rest, now shouldn’t he?

“This little love bug,” Zoro said, pressing a sweet kiss to Sanji’s cheek, forcibly holding the other’s shoulder’s down when they jumped, “Has been all mine since August.” Would he most likely be paying for “love bug” with his very life later? Yes, yes he would. But it was so, so very worth it to see Alice’s face as she did the math. Zoro distinctly recalled The Wailing Remembrance of Alice having begun in that hot and muggy summer month. Logically, then, that made Zoro one hell of a rebound, and one that stuck quite nicely, too.

Alice was clearly taken aback, her refilled sails deflating again catastrophically. The cutesie pda, Zoro’s complete disinterest in with her, and the dawning evidence that maybe Sanji hadn’t been so hopelessly lost without her was doing exactly the job Zoro had hoped it would.

“B-but I thought you two hated each other!” She cried, looking between the two and sounding a bit desperate, “That you couldn’t stand in the same room without arguing!”

She, of course, had seen firsthand at the party the animosity between the two. She also had probably had to sit through at least a couple sessions of Sanji bitching about whatever thing Zoro had done to purposefully annoy him. Well, Zoro figured, you know what they say: when in doubt, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

“Oh?” Zoro said, cocking his head to the side, “Why do you say that?” He said it as if she was insane, as if she hadn’t seen their fights herself, as if they weren’t literally known for their arguments with each other. He said it like it was completely and entirely natural for them to be like this now. It helped that Sanji hadn’t moved an inch, hadn’t given a single physical sign that this wasn’t exactly what they usually did. He made it seem like he was perfectly comfortable being held close to Zoro’s chest. That it was where he belonged.

They had even, in fact, gone a whole five minutes without arguing.

Alice’s mouth opened and closed for a minute, her mind clearly trying to calculate and recalculate this encounter, but the numbers just didn’t seem to be adding up in her favor. Zoro almost pitied her, except that she had very much started it and brought all this upon herself.

Finally, she looked to her boy as if for some sort of support. All she found was that his attention was firmly on Zoro’s chest, eating up the eye candy readily. He even went as far as to lick his lips.

“Darek!” Alice scolded under her breath, scandalized, slapping his chest for attention.

“Ow!” Darek said, shocked out of whatever daydream he’d been having.

Zoro finally let himself give a toothy smile. He considered his damage officially done. Alice had clearly been knocked down a peg or two, and her little walking-wallet of a boyfriend had been reduced from oh-so successful businessman to just another ogler looking for the next pretty thing. This was a resounding victory.

Now for a victorious escape out of this situation as fast as possible.

“Come on, babe,” Zoro said, turning his head to nuzzle into Sanji’s hair. How did he always forget just how soft those golden strands were? “I’ve made you wait long enough. I owe you a date.”

Zoro smiled into the last sentence, making it sound like their “date” was the only thing on his mind. Like he’d been thinking all week long about getting to see the other, the thought being his lone reason to keep going day after day. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth, obviously. There had been absolutely zero percent of him that had put any emphasis on this little outing even once this past week. He hadn’t done laundry for the express purpose of having something he liked to wear, he hadn’t trimmed up his sideburns and played with different hair products all week, and he definitely was not currently wearing cologne. The smile was simply an affectation of the truth, just for the sake of the ruse. That’s it.

Before anyone had time to say anything more, Zoro gently ushered Sanji to turn away from the other couple. To his relief, Sanji went willingly.

“W-wha-hey! Wait a minute!” Alice blustered, stomping a foot.

“It was nice meeting you,” Zoro said, not even looking back at her, just waving his free hand slightly.

“I told you, we already met!” she fumed, but Zoro paid it absolutely no mind. He grinned like an absolute shark, amazed he was getting away with this.

“Wait!” She yelled again.

Then, she played dirty.

“Sanji,” she said, a whimper in her voice.

Sanji stopped dead in his tracks. Zoro did too, not wanting to have to actually drag the other. He closed his eyes and cursed in his head. They had been so close.

Sanji took a long drag off his cigarette. As he sucked in, the moment seemed to stretch out, becoming longer than it was before. Finally, he blew a long exhale, smoke leaving his mouth fluidly. He tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette, dropped it to the pavement, and ground it out with his toe.

Zoro didn’t look at his face. He didn’t want to see even an ounce of hurt from such a stupid, shallow, nobody of a girl. It was so ridiculous for someone like that to make someone like Sanji feel anything at all, let alone pain. It made bile rise in Zoro’s throat and blood rush in his ears, but he kept his cool. He’d tried his rescue strategy. This was now nothing but Sanji’s fight.

Sanji turned his head over their shoulders. Zoro expected whimpering or pitiful noises, or maybe simply his standard gushing. Assurances that Alice still lived in his heart, that she always would. He’d tell her that she was the most beautiful girl in the world, that nobody could compare, that he would never want anyone else more than he wanted her. Zoro felt an unusual nausea in his gut.

“It was good to see you, Alice!” Sanji called brightly, his tone clear of any whining or gooeyness, much to Zoro’s surprise. No hurt? No presentation of wounds? No flattery? No begging?

“I’m glad you’re doing well.” Zoro was nearly in shock; Sanji sounded completely genuine. Did he… get over her? Just now? In this moment?

He hazarded a look at Sanji’s face and found a brilliantly beaming smile that reached his clear blue eyes. It was a smile that could put a thousand suns to shame, a smile that could launch a thousand ships, a smile worth the world over in gold and then some. Somehow, Sanji was really, truly happy.

Something inside Zoro absolutely melted and something else bloomed warm in his chest.

Before Zoro could even start to think about processing that, Sanji turned to him, and he was simply lost. For a brief second that stretched into minutes, days, years even, nothing else existed but him and Sanji and Sanji’s blue eyes shining back at him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the beautiful man in front of him.

Then Sanji spoke, and Zoro forced himself out of that moment. Back to reality. Again, when had he left? He couldn’t recall.

“Come on, then, dearest,” Sanji jeered, his eyes now gleaming mischievously and smile saccharine sweet as he prodded. Zoro cognitively knew that he was always annoyed by that expression yet couldn’t seem to summon up the actual feeling of being annoyed. “I believe you promised me shopping?” Zoro felt a hand slip into the far back pocket of his jeans.

Now they really did look like a disgustingly lovey-dovey honeymoon-stage couple out for a date. Sanji gave his ass a teasing squeeze, snickering as Zoro felt his whole face grow red hot. Who had initiated the touching again? It couldn’t possibly have been him. This was far too intimate for him to have started, surely.

Zoro gulped heavily and remembered that he had a part to play here. He once again ushered them forward down the street. The last thing he heard from the girl – her name already returning to a blank spot in Zoro’s mind – was her yelling at her boyfriend to get his jaw off the ground and stop drooling already.

Zoro let Sanji lead them down a couple blocks, dazed and distracted. During the whole encounter he’d kept himself perfectly calm, but now that it was over his heart was beating hard in his chest. He replayed the whole scene in his head, impossibly surprised that it actually worked. How in the hell had it actually worked? How had they passed so easily for an actual couple?

Zoro was still wondering at how miraculous their success was when Sanji broke his concentration.

“Hey, Zoro,” Sanji said, casually as can be, leading them down some sort of alley between buildings.

“Yeah?” Zoro grunted, freshly shaken from his thoughts.

“Could you do me a favor?”

“What do you want, shit cook?”

“Well, would you mind ever so terribly-“ Suddenly, a foot came flying at his face and Zoro was too startled to block it in time, “-GETTING YOUR BIG, DUMB GORILLA HANDS OFF OF ME!”

Zoro went flying into the wall of the alley, back hitting with a sharp snap of pain. He was fine, though, nothing he couldn’t brush off.

“What the hell was that for?” Zoro scowled. He peaked at the wall behind him; the brick was only cracked a little, just barely resembling the outline of a person. Nothing identifying, so it was fine.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Sanji sneered, adjusting the collar of his button-up and dusting off his pants as if the mere presence of Zoro in his bubble was sullying.

“Heh, I can think of a few times you’ve liked me touching you just fine,” Zoro retorted, wiggling his brows suggestively.

“You’re such a pervert,” Sanji said with disgust.

“You’re one to talk, love cook, swooning after a girl with her boyfriend literally right next to her.” Zoro swiped his thumb under his nose, checking for blood and finding none. Nothing seemed broken, that was good.

“Hey!” Sanji protested, looking angry. Had Zoro gone to far with bringing it up already? He knew the situation wasn’t exactly typical. Still, the whole thing still kind of pissed him off, so why shouldn’t he talk about it? “I didn’t ask for your help back there!”

“Oh?” Zoro asked, a smirk coming to his face, “So you admit that what I did was helpful?”

Sanji’s face grew red, frustration and agitation clear. “Oh, go die in a hole, you moron.”

“Whatever,” Zoro shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, and leaning against the cracked brick coolly, “I was just pissed off, that’s all.”

“You?” Sanji asked condescendingly, “What the hell did you have to be pissed off about?”

“Don’t like that girl, is all,” Zoro answered plainly, closing his eyes as he relaxed, his heart rate finally dropping back to normal after all the excitement. The physical distance from Sanji and the sting of pain had broken his strange headspace. He was feeling like his usual self again, now. No weird, overly emotional thoughts swirling around. “Didn’t like her when you talked about her, didn’t like her when you brought her around, and I didn’t like her when I saw her just now, either.”

Zoro could feel Sanji study him for a moment, as if trying to decide if he bought that. “And what exactly has she done to you to make you hate her so much?”

Zoro huffed, rather done with the interrogation despite it hardly having begun. “I just can’t stand her attitude, that’s all. She’s so holier-than-thou, and then goes around parading herself like she’s the best thing since sliced bread.” The nerve of that girl, honestly. Zoro worked up a little mucus in his mouth and spit at the ground. “She thinks she can just waltz around hurting people to make herself feel better. Pisses me off.”

“Hey, you can’t say that about a beautiful lady!”

“Oh, piss off,” Zoro said, rolling his eyes, “First of all as far as I could tell she wasn’t even that good looking, average at best.” He will fully admit to his radar being finely attuned to men only, though, so maybe he’s wrong, but she really didn’t seem like anything special to him. “And secondly you never would have taken that kind of crap from a guy. You would have kicked him to the moon and back the second he tried that shit. But with her, and every other woman ever, you let her walk all over you. Not exactly a good idea when the girl’s a grade-A bitch.”

They stood there in that alley for a long moment, Sanji just watching Zoro and Zoro just watching him back. They both knew he was right.

“Tch,” Sanji spat at length, “I was raised a ladies’ man, and that’s just how it is.” Zoro knew that, too. This wouldn’t change anything. He doesn’t know how it happened, but somehow that behavior just got hard coded into Sanji. It was fine except that it was annoying and opened him up so easily to those who would misuse his kindness. There weren’t many of Sanji’s exes that Zoro didn’t outright hate, now that he thought about it, and certainly none that he properly liked. Maybe that was why.

“And anyway,” Sanji cut in, breaking Zoro’s wandering thoughts, “Why the hell do you care how I’m treated anyway?”

What? Did he say that? No way he’d said that. “I don’t!” He didn’t! Zoro felt his face grow hot, which didn’t make any sense. This was stupid. “I-It’s just the principal of the matter, is all!”

“Oh really?” Sanji asked, clearly unconvinced.

“Shut the hell up, bastard,” Zoro snapped, now really well and truly done with this whole affair. He took a breath, cooling himself down. Sanji always got him so worked up it was stupid. “Whatever, believe whatever the hell you want, I already told you the truth. She was a cunt and that’s all there is to it.”

The words clearly ticked Sanji off, but that was good, got him distracted from whatever bullshit he was spewing about Zoro caring about him or something. Idiot.

“You know, you could really do with learning some good manners towards ladies.” Sanji scowled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro said, waving off the idea for the billionth time. “Last time I treated a girl any differently she caved my head in with a stick. Won’t be making that mistake twice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sanji asked, making a dumb face as if Zoro had said some sort of convoluted metaphor.

“Forget about it,” Zoro dismissed, having not intended to bring Kuina into this. He shoved off the wall and decided it was time to get out of this alley and back to what they came here for.

“Whatever,” Sanji said, rolling his eyes, apparently too done with Zoro to bother to pry.

Zoro walked until he was passing Sanji by, heading toward the mouth of the alley. Sanji stood silently, looking like he was thinking about something.

Just as he passed, Sanji said something quietly, “She really was a bit mean, wasn’t she?”

Zoro stopped there, just in front of the other. He didn’t get it. He didn’t know why Sanji was like this. Why was it so impossibly hard for him to admit when a woman was bad to him? So inconceivable to fight back? It made Zoro so impossibly upset sometimes. But here he was with this one little admittance. This one time this one woman was a bit mean to him. Zoro shouldn’t shoot this down. He couldn’t bring himself to if he wanted.

“Yeah,” Zoro huffed, a bit of a smile playing on his lips with the magnitude of the understatement. “And stupid too,” he added.

“Stupid?” Sanji asked, hackles raised all over again, “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Sheesh, isn’t it obvious?” Zoro asked, huffing a short laugh through his nose, “First she dates you, which already brands her as an idiot –“

“Hey!”

“- And then she brings around that chump as if he’s supposed to somehow make you jealous. Seriously, as if he’d ever hold a candle to you.” What a joke.

Sanji didn’t say anything to that, and Zoro looked back curiously.

Sanji was just staring at him, eyes a little wide and face dusted pink. “Hah?” Zoro questioned, one eyebrow quirked. “What, did I say something wrong?”

Sanji looked at him for a moment longer, the silence stretching between them yet carrying surprisingly little tension. Finally, Sanji seemed to shake himself out of it. “It’s nothing, moss-for-brains. And get out of my way,” he said, shoving Zoro by the face.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Zoro yelled, shoving Sanji’s hand off his face.

“Ah, deal with it, grass-head,” Sanji said, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, “Let’s find whatever the hell kind of present Luffy would want already.”

Zoro grumbled but followed along, ready to get this errand over with and the weird events of ten minutes ago behind him. This event would be receiving absolutely no post-facto analysis. There wasn’t a single thought, feeling, or action that needed a second look at or processing time to rectify with his current world view, and he was eager to put it all out of his head.

“And hey,” Sanji said. Zoro sighed inward, sure this was going to be something weird about the thing that just happened, “Thanks.”

Yup. Weird. Weird, weird, weird. It was so weird for Sanji to thank him, he almost hated it. He did hate it. He absolutely definitely hated it. That must be what the rosy feeling in his chest was: hate for how weird it was.

“Yeah, well, you know,” Zoro said, shrugging the whole ordeal off as they did with almost everything that’s happened between them, “Don’t mention it.”

This, as so much else, would be their little secret.

A comfortable silence rested between them as they each took a moment to breathe.

“By the way, are you wearing cologne?”

“IN YOUR DREAMS!”

[eremiie]

okay but hear me out hear me out

gojo would make you wear his blindfold

pairing; gojo x reader 

note; I WASNT GONNA WRITE TODAY BUT BUT

it was dark, your senses were heightened, the sound of him dallying around you was so prevalent, so there. 

every step he took made your head whip in the direction, your hands scrunch at the sheets under you, it made your knees knock together in anticipation, and god did you wish you could see.

where was he?

the feeling of a hand fitting itself snugly against your hip made your body jump, your breathing stutter, and the only thing that kept you grounded in the spot you were at was the familiarity of it. it was gojo, pulling you towards him, and it was only then that you payed attention to the dip of the bed as he kneeled on it.

his hands were warm. while one was pressing against your hip the other one slid up your back, pushing down to make you arch until your cheek was smushed against the bed, and you couldn’t help but whimper feeling his abdomen rub up against you.

it felt better than it should have, maybe because you were hyper aware of everything from the way you were breathing to the small chuckles he’d let out everytime a body part of yours would twitch.

you were like a mouse being hunted by a cat, cautious and aware of every little thing around you thanks to the black blindfold that guarded your vision.

if you were the mouse, then gojo was the cat; the thing was, you were already hunted.

“why are you so scared, doll?” he hummed lowly, and you could practically see the smirk on his face. “what? you don’t like my idea?”

you shook your head, the fabric underneath you scratching your cheeks and under the blindfold your eyes were squinted, as if narrowing your line of sight would’ve helped you see any better than you already couldn’t. “can’t see.” your voice was small and timid.

“well that’s the whole point.” a low laugh that went right down to your throbbing cunt, maybe it was that or the finger that began tracing up and down it, collecting the slick that was beginning to pool, making it glisten.

your back arched more and you tried rocking yourself on his finger but his hip had an iron grip on you, and you could only whimper. “a little patient, maybe?” his finger slipped away and when he spoke again your breath hitched, you could hear him right beside your ear as he asked, “you want me that bad?”

and instead of shaking your head you nod, “yes please.” maybe if you spoke to him nicely he wouldn’t take his time, become as submissive as possible, be at his mercy (it’s not like you already weren’t).

“i guess i could be nice today, after all, it’s not much you can do.” his slender fingers pat the top of your head before sliding down to grip around the back of the blindfold, pulling it back and making you yelp as your upper body was lifted from the bed.

you felt exposed, your tits bouncing against your chest as you were lifted, your arms in front of you as if you were trying to steady yourself, and you could feel his eyes on you, trailing down your body from where his head was tilted next to yours, back pressed against yours. 

your mouth was parted as you felt his cock rubbing in between your folds. and you knew you were getting him wet because of the way he slid between your lips so flawlessly with no effort— the way he slid into you with no effort, your body lurching forward by instinct and your hand flying to his side as you let out a moan that hid his groan.

he bottomed out, and you relaxed your body a bit when he pulled out slowly then slid back in even slower. although, it was short lived as he thrusted up into you hard with a grunt, a gasp leaving your lips. “gojo—”

“shh,” your hands stretched for the bed, wanting to feel something underneath you, and he gave you that liberty, loosening his grip on the blindfold and letting you get on all fours, still holding onto the blindfold like a leash while he began moving in and out of you. “feel good, right?”

“mhm,” your ass bounced against him as he fucked into you, occasionally pulling your head back a bit, while his was thrown back in pleasure at the way he used you as he pleased, the way you squeezed around him and rocked yourself back into him at times. 

it almost didn’t matter that you couldn’t see because the way he fucked you felt ten times better, you could feel him sliding against your walls and the sound of your messy cunt around him went straight to both of your ears. 

“i bet you wish i could fuck you like this all the time, hm?” every push of his hips was rough, body being staggered forward. 

when you didn’t answer right away, too focused on the way he pounded into you, he gave a small tug to the blindfold, and you hastily nod, “yes, wan’ you to fuck me like this all the time.”

“so you do like the blindfold?” you didn’t understand how he could speak so clearly through the pleasure, his words being scrambled in your brain.

“yeah, yeah,” 

he chuckled, letting go of the blindfold and letting it hit the back of your head, you immediately burying your head into the sheets, and your hips raising for him to hit deeper, because he felt so good and you just wanted more, just wanted to feel him more. 

“good, cause i like it too, i don’t think it’s going anywhere.”

rip me i got lazy lol

[volleychumps]

ive been feeling fluffy lately and can u make scenarios where s/o accidentally bump or crash into akaashi, iwaizumi, kuroo, oikawa, and eita and s/o highkey has a crush on them and shocked and doesn’t know how to react but then suddenly gets a kiss on the lips/cheek/nose with a confession? idk if this makes sense loll! thx!

Awh, I’ll do a continuation of this one for the requested boys, thank you for the request, love I know you’ve been waiting a bit<3

Accidental Confessions w/ Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Semi

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Akaashi

The library bustled with light chatter as your earbuds played a light tune in your ears as you scanned the bookshelves, deep in thought as you decided on what to grab. The aisle was more isolated away from the others, and you didn’t mind- most people were here to study anyway, uninterested in the aisle that held the older novels.

Your eyes widen a little when you begin to pull a certain book out, the whole shelf seeming to rock with your movement as you still immediately, wanting not to cause a commotion if the shelf were to fall along with the many books obviously over-stacked on the shelves. You bite back a groan, glancing around before deciding to quickly pull the book out anyway, thinking if you were fast enough, the shelf wouldn’t be able to lose its’ weak sturdiness.

The shelf immediately begins to lurch forward, and you panic, shutting your eyes tightly on instinct, knowing your current upper body strength wouldn’t be able to support such a hardware. All you could do was pray it wouldn’t lurch far enough to fall-

You wince for potential impact, instead hearing quick footsteps and the sound of two hands jutting against the shelf. You hear books fall to your feet, and put your hands over your head in case any fell on you.

Either you were just lucky, or-

“Must be a really good book then, huh?”

You open your eyes just in time to see a hard-covered book hit Akaashi Keiji’s head, one of his blue-green eyes shutting at the impact in slight pain. The heat flames to your cheeks before you can control it, glancing around to realize if your now distanced friend hadn’t been there, you could have been squashed flat. His hands were resting on either side of you, arms outstretched as he had ducked his head to cover yours from any falling books.

The tune still playing in your ears seemed muffled as you tried to grasp the situation, a stutter fumbling into your words.

“I’m so s-sorry, does it hurt?” You melt into panic, looking away from anywhere except Akaashi’s usual blunt stare.

“Getting hit by books is never fun. Now I know how Bokuto feels.”

You shrink away, attempting to escape from Akaashi’s human cage.

“Thank you, Keiji.” You manage out in doing so, still not meeting the eyes of someone you once called a friend before certain feelings led to you avoiding him. “We should get you checked-”

“Why are you avoiding me, Y/N?”

Fuck.

“I’m not. And we should really go to the nurse-”

“Y/N.” Your mouth goes dry when Akaashi tugs one of your earbuds out, leaning into you even more as you’re suddenly thankful for the isolated aisle. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You exclaim, fumbling your words. “I-I did something wrong! And it would just be easier to ignore everything I feel for you, but I can’t when I’m near you all the time-”

You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you try to run again, but Akaashi easily keeps you in place, the blunt blue stare seeming to have another emotion swimming amongst his eyes matching the ocean.

“Y/N.”

“W-What?”

“I just saved you from a bookshelf and potential death. Do me a favor.”

“What?” You repeat in a squeak, shying away behind your book as Akaashi merely shows a ghost of a smile, pushing the book away as you back into the bookshelf, eyes widening at the proximity. 

The book cluttered to your feet amongst the others, the tune in your one ear still playing as Akaashi slipped the loose earbud in, filling your ears with music and your chest with symphony as his lips pressed tightly against your forehead. 

“Just let me say that I like you too, will you?” 

Iwaizumi

“Sit here! I’ll be right back!”

Iwaizumi didn’t really know how he ended up here.

The ace watches as you rush out of your kitchen with flushed features, examining the few cuts on his hand and legs from the fall of his bike. Your morning jog just so happened to be one you lost yourself in, your foot entangling with one of Iwa’s wheels that led to his painful outcome and you insisting you come back to yours to assess the damage.

Iwa crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter before wincing a little. This was nothing. The whole reason he had even accepted was-

“I found the kit-!”

Iwa watches amusedly as you trip over yourself in your return, stumbling a little before giving him a cute apologetic bow and settling next to him, fiddling with the opening of the kit.

“I’m really fine, Y/N.”

Iwa arches a brow when your movements still, and your blossomed cheeks had the ace feel pride swell in his chest at his effect on you.

“W-Wait, you know me?”

“We’re in the same class.” Iwa attempts to play it off, clearing his throat. Truth be told, the ace had heard of your cutesy crush on him a few weeks ago, only making Iwaizumi notice you more and more with each passing day. Of course, he was really good about being discreet about it-

still, that didn’t cover the smirk on his face when he caught you glancing his way once or twice.

“Right...”

“That is why you invited me here, right?” Iwa sweatdrops. “You don’t just let random men you don’t know-”

“No! Of course not!” You rush out embarrasedly as Iwa hides his teasing smirk, covering his mouth with his hand as you sterilize a cotton swab. “I do know you...”

Iwaizumi closes his eyes at the stinging on his cheek as you gently glide the swab over it, disinfecting it thoroughly as your heart pounds at the situation. How had your crush ended up seated in your empty kitchen on a Sunday morning?

“Is your bike alright?” Your shaky voice makes conversation as Iwa takes another teasing jab, scoff in his words.

“I’m doing just fine, thanks.”

“T-That’s not what I mean!” You whine, even more embarrassed than before as Iwa’s chest rises with a chuckle. This was fun.

“Where else?!” You question, wanting this to be over with once you placed a bandaid over the cuts on his cheek and hands.

“My back.”

You spin around hastily when Iwa deadass takes his shirt off, flexing a little as you hide your face in your hands, not believing this was happening. You take a shaky breath that had a coy grin tickling Iwa’s lips as he feels your hands gently trace up his back to his wound.

“Enjoying yourself?” Iwa questions as your silence makes him turn around a little, smirk fading when he sees you had buried your face in your hands once again.

“Please stop teasing me.” Your hushed voice mumbles into your palms as Iwa immediately feels the guilt wash over him, prompting the dark haired boy to turn around completely.

“Hey- I’m sorry.” Iwa gently tugs one of your hands away from your voice to reveal your teary eyes and blushing face, eyes widening at the sight as a warmth spread over his chest.

“You’re fun to mess with- I didn’t mean to go that far.”

Iwa feels something in him snap when you pout, nodding and refusing to meet his eyes before he pulls the wrist in his hand towards him, causing you to lean a little into him as your eyes widen.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Hm?”

Your face burns at the feel of Iwa brushing his lips against your cheek, causing you to wrench out of his grip and stumble back in absolute shock. You control your breathing as Iwa pulls his shirt back on over his head, looking at you casually before swinging his bike keys on one finger. 

“So do you want to go on a date, or what?”

Kuroo

“Please grab him!”

Kuroo’s eyes widen as the cutest cat he had ever seen leaps up into his arms with ease, a grin spreading out across the captain’s features as he strokes its’ soft fur as it purrs, snuggling into his arms.

Apparently, the owner of this cat just happened to be the cutest person, in his book. For awhile now, actually.

You groan, jogging lightly up to the boy you knew as the captain of the volleyball team while bowing your head apologetically as Kuroo’s grin only widens at the sight of you. You plant your feet on the sidewalk, smiling a little at the way your cat seemed to be content with the feel of Kuroo’s arms.

“I’m so sorry!” You click your tongue, carefully taking your pet from the captain’s arms and setting it on the ground as your cat rubs up against one of your legs, grinning a tad apologetically. “Kuroo-senpai!” 

Kuroo didn’t know what to say, chuckling a little awkwardly as a heat tickled his ears. You weren’t strangers for the most part, you were just the girl who passed by him after the third bell with the same friend everyday, always offering him a bright smile and nod as you strolled past him. 

And he continued to look for that smile at the same time of each day, a little more bounce to his step each time your lips stretched for him. 

“It’s nothing, little fella got loose, did he?” Kuroo crosses his arms, fighting to keep the nervous crack out of his voice as you sigh, running the hand that wasn’t holding the loose leash through your hair. 

“He hates walks because of this thing, so I’m not that surprised.” 

“Walking a cat is a rare sight to see.” 

“You’re a rare sight to see.” You counter, tone teasing as Kuroo’s eyes widen a fraction as the heat spreads to his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you be like, spiking a volleyball right now?” 

Before Kuroo could question whether or not you paid attention in a flirtatious manner, a tug at his legs stopped him as the captain reacts quickly- 

Your pet, as a form of hell to pay, had casually walked a circle around the two of you with both of you failing to notice, walking off as the leash slowly tightened around your pairs of ankles, prompting you to trip as your ankles become tied together. 

A squeak slips your lips as Kuroo turns, relasing a loud groan as his back hits the concrete, your front falling onto his chest as Kuroo instinctively wrapped his arms around you for utmost protection. 

“You damn cat!” You groan, trying to get up to no avail as said cat licks its’ paw from a distance, causing you to roll your eyes before realizing the situation you were in. 

You lift yourself up a little with both arms, a blush rushing to your face at how close your face and the captain’s was as Kuroo’s slackened jaw tightens to form a smirk. 

“Falling for me, are you?” 

“Talk about cheesy.” You laugh awkwardly, beginning to scramble off. “Again, I’m so sorry-” 

Kuroo’s arms tighten around your waist, tugging you back down to hold you tightly from this position as the captain’s feral eyes seem to gaze up at the sky, you stuttering as you look up from his chest with blossomed cheeks. 

“S-Senpai?” 

“Just a little longer.” His arms tighten. “Please?” 

The beat of silence was filled with shock as your eyes widen at the sound of Kuroo’s chest beating rapidly, the captain chuckling when you seemed to be listening a bit too intently. 

“Now would probably be a good time for me to tell you that you’re the cutest girl I’ve wanted to take out for awhile, huh?” 

Oikawa

“Gotcha!” 

You blanch as Oikawa Tooru’s gym bag falls to the ground with a thud, catching you in the flashiest way possible before you could fully hit the ground, your papers flittering around you like snow as you bite back a groan. One of your hands rested on the captain’s chest, your waist in the hands of the one and only- 

Really, right in front of his fangirls? You think, reminded of the salad meme as you scramble out of the brunette’s hold, rushing past him with a rushed thank you in hopes to avoid the herd. 

“W-Wait, Y/N-chan!” 

You nod to his friend Matsukawa in thanks as you accept your now collected papers, ignoring his calls as you turned the corner hastily, embarrassment flooding your cheeks along with a strange beat in your chest. 

“Mattsun, I failed again...” Oikawa’s hand slackens as a pout overtakes the brunette’s lips as Matsukawa shrugs, amused by the whole situation as he nods over to the poorly-hidden fanclub. 

“Blame them.” 

Oikawa groans, turning to glare at his fellow senior. “I said help me win her over, not trip her!” 

“I’m no miracle worker.” Matsukawa simply shrugs, pocketing his hands in his school pants as he grins in the direction you had run off in. “Still, I get it. You want the girl who’s not a complete ditz for you.” 

“That’s not why!” Oikawa denies, brushing past the group of girls vying for his attention. “Y/N’s special. She doesn’t...” 

“Treat you like the asshole you are?” 

“Yeah! That!” Oikawa snaps before realization dawns on the brunette’s features, glaring at a cackling Matsukawa. “Wait, no-” 

“I can’t believe we’re friends.” 

Oikawa’s sassy retort falls on deaf ears as Matsukawa turns into his class, offering a single wave to his captain as Oikawa groans, heading in his own direction as he wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell you, deciding to skip class to sulk in his sadness. 

Rounding a corner, he’s surprised to see none-other than your figure sitting quietly in a secluded staircase that was hardly used, seeming to be skipping as well as you tapped a pen to your lips, working on some forgotten homework as a pile of the previous scattered papers sat at your side. Oikawa’s lips pull into a natural smile at your content features, his heart rate picking up, thinking he was being given another chance. 

The brunette considers his next course of action, grinning before shaking your shoulders and scaring you out of nowhere. 

“Y/N-chan~!” 

You jump, a small scream erupting from your mouth before you hastily cover your mouth with widened eyes meeting chocolate ones as Oikawa flinches, not expecting you to react that way. 

“Who’s there?” An authoritive voice booms as you both seem to panic at the same time, and the next thing the captain knows, your papers were shoved messily into your bag before your hand tugged at his sleeve as you ran, pulling him along in the process.

You throw the door to an unused classroom open before dragging Oikawa in and sliding the door shut quietly, not bothering with the light as Oikawa watches with widened eyes, thoroughly impressed. 

“You-!” 

Oikawa swallows, nodding obediently when you put a finger to his lips, listening for the chaser’s footsteps to fade away before you sigh, flicking the light on before glaring at the brunette. 

“Are you insane?”

“In my defense- who could’ve guessed that corridor echoed?” Oikawa responds with an easy smile as you relax a little at the sight before going to retort- 

The footsteps come again, prompting Oikawa to panic and tugging you so your back hits the wall next to the door, shushing you as you did to him as the easy smile comes back as his pointer finger rests against your lips as he seizes the opportunity. 

“If we get caught, I just want you to know that I love you.” 

Oikawa’s breath hitches when you roll your eyes, prompting the brunette to tilt your head up carefully, brown eyes drifting over yours before cupping your face and kissing the tip of your nose just as the footsteps race past the door, your stunned features causing the captain to smirk at the pink that lightens your cheeks. 

“I wasn’t joking.” 

Semi

The car seemed to have come out of nowhere, and your feet stilled on the crosswalk stupidly as the sign for pedestrians continued to flash as the driver tried to skid to a stop-

but it was clear that it wouldn’t be enough.

The breath gets knocked out of you as soon as you clench your eyes shut tight, trembling at what was to come until you realize that the car wasn’t what caused your loss of breath. 

Semi Eita pants, chest heaving as both of the setter’s arms supported his weight off of you, nonetheless protecting you from the horrid outcome that was darting straight at you as his brown eyes lit up, brimmed with fury and worry. You lay on your back, frozen in shock at the fast-paced events as the street of cars zoomed past the two of you on the sidewalk. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Your classmate questions, backing off immediately when he sees your eyes well up with tears, voice shaky as you stare up at him, unblinking as the fear trickles over. 

“T-The sign...” 

Semi sighs, turning to flick off the driver who was asking if you were okay before telling him to get the hell out of there, helping you to your feet in doing so. The walk to school should have been like any other day, Semi walking behind you to the same destination about eight feet away with his eyes trained on the back of your head- 

ever since you had held back the eight feet to wait for him on a rainy day, ushering him under the umbrella so you could both get to school at least semi-dry, Semi Eita had made it a point to work up the nerve to walk to school with you as an every day occurence-

Even if was eight feet away, content with making sure you made it there safe. 

“Can you walk okay?” Your classmate’s voice was unusually softer, yet still had his custom hard edge to it as all thoughts of making it to school on time faded from his head. 

You blink, seeming to be in a daze as you stared at the ongoing traffic that seemed to be going about as it normally would as you begin to imagine what you would have looked like under it. Semi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, not used to being so close to you as you begin to tremble before sighing. 

“Don’t worry about being late. Sensei wouldn’t-” 

“I could’ve died...” 

Semi’s eyes widen when you wrap your arms around yourself, still shaking. 

“...right?” 

“I mean, yeah?” Semi regretted the words as soon as they slipped, watching as a new round of tears came on as the trembling turned almost violent as a hand covered your mouth. 

“Oh my god-!” You hiccup, and the setter panics, moving before he can think. 

Semi’s hands cautiously take your face gently, forcing you to look at his eyes. “You’re alive. You’re fine.”

“I-I’m not-!” You seem to be on the edge of falling to panic, and Semi’s eyes widen even more as he realizes he needs to bring you back and grounded, making a split decision before he can back out. 

“Close your eyes.” Semi instructs, an authority edge to his callous voice that had you listening as the tears continued- 

The trembling seeming to lift completely as soon as Semi Eita’s lips press against yours tightly, sending your mind awhirl in a way that had him holding you against him tighter until your breathing evens out, the buildup of anxiety fading at the feeling of the amount of emotion behind the setter’s actions. 

You’re still sniffling when the setter pulls back slightly, uncaring of the public eyes of traffic. 

“S-Semi?” You manage out, wiping your eyes as Semi’s breaths take a turn to become shaky, the setter looking down with his forehead resting against yours. 

“I’ll take you to school from now on.” The words came out confidently as Semi’s thumb catches a few stray tears, locking eyes with you as the anxious feeling in your chest is replaced with a beating one- one you could hear in your ears. 

“Would that be okay?” He presses, not prepared for the small smile that takes over your features before you reach up and press your lips against his cheek sweetly, taking the setter off-guard as Semi finds himself interlacing your fingers with his. 

“Okay.” 

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[suituuup]

that's the kind of love i've been dreaming of

Has Beca mentioned that she hates his guts? Everything is just too… annoyingly nice. His charming smile, his messy but not too messy hair, his sense of humor, and well, his taste in women, as he’s dating the girl Beca happens to be in love with.

Word count: 2005

Rating: T

Entry for Bechloe week, day one: “Because I'm in love with you, dumbass.”

Beta by the lovely @snowonebutyou and thanks to @green-eyed-weirdo for bouncing ideas with me <3

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*

The muffled giggle greeting Beca when she steps through the door makes her groan. The deep voice that follows confirms that Chloe is indeed not alone, and Beca briefly considers turning around and… going for a walk or something.

But her feet are about to fall off, she feels gross from her overcrowded subway ride home where she’s pretty sure a dude sniffed her hair, and she is really fucking tired.

She’s just flopped down face first on the pull-out couch when the door to Chloe’s bedroom opens, and two sets of feet grow closer.

“You alright, Becs?”

Beca grunts something inaudible in acknowledgment before she rolls on her back. “M’fine.”

“Hey Beca,” Chicago greets her with a soft smile, and Beca somehow manages to leash in her sneer.

“Hey,” she mumbles, the best she can muster when it comes to Chloe’s boyfriend.

Has she mentioned that she hates his guts? Everything is just too… annoyingly nice. His charming smile, his messy but not too messy hair, his sense of humor, and well, his taste in women, as he’s dating the girl Beca happens to be in love with.

Yep. It’s only been four years and a half; not a big deal.

She was this close to admitting her feelings to Chloe, still reeling with adrenaline after her solo performance, when Chloe ran to Army Boy instead. Beca doesn’t think she knew what a broken heart felt like until that very moment.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Chicago asks, setting his hands on Chloe’s hips.

“Yeah,” Chloe agrees and leans up to kiss his lips. Beca rolls her eyes, grabbing her phone from her back pocket as a distraction from the display of gag-worthy affection.

The door finally clicks shut behind Chicago, and Beca hears Chloe sigh. That kind of content sigh that has jealousy flare up within her because Chloe should be sighing like that because of her.

“I thought he was leaving tomorrow morning?” Beca asks as she scrolls through her Instagram, not really registering the photos zooming past her eyes.

“Not anymore,” Chloe says, biting on her bottom lip like she’s trying to prevent a smile from breaking through. “He’s um, going to be stationed in Brooklyn. His request just got granted.”

A huge lump forms in Beca’s throat as she registers the news and an uneasy feeling seized her stomach. “That’s--” she swallows with difficulty, swiping her tongue over her dry lips. “That’s great, Chlo.”

She soon exits Instagram, opening her safari to look for apartment listings.

*

Finding an apartment in New York City within her price range, as it turns out, is pretty fucking difficult.

You would think Beca was aware of that given the fact that there used to be one more person living in her current studio, with a simple curtain acting as bathroom walls.

(she definitely has PTSD from that night Amy had food poisoning from Taco Bell.)

When Amy moved out, Chloe took her room, because Beca is the night owl of the two, usually coming home late from work or cooking dinner after Chloe has gone to bed.

It’s pushing eleven by the time she makes it back that night, and she prays that Chloe is already in bed. The past couple of weeks following the news have been… weird, to say the least. Beca has been avoiding Chloe, coming up with excuses whenever Chloe asks her if she wants to hang out.

She makes herself a quick dinner (okay, makes might be a bit of an overstatement: she just pours some hot water over instant noodles. Don’t come at her.) and messes around on her laptop for a while, turning the lights off just after one am.

A moan reaching her ears just as she feels herself dozing off has her eyes fly open. A moan that very much belongs to Chloe, and Beca just wants to disappear off the face of the earth. Quiet laughter follows, and when the bed starts squeaking, leaving no doubt regarding what they’re doing in there, Beca ponders smothering herself with her own pillow.

She grabs her headphones instead, hastily placing them over her ears before she hears something that will most likely scar her forever. It somewhat cancels out the sounds, enough for Beca to fall asleep. She flees the apartment before either of them is awake, drowning her sorrows in a double espresso from the corner coffee shop.

Over the next few days, she excels in avoiding Chloe. She knows Chloe’s schedule well enough to come back when she’s either asleep or not there. Or at least she thought so.

“Hey.”

Beca freezes as she closes the door, looking over her shoulder to find Chloe popping her head out of the fridge.

Beca clears her throat, rubbing her nose with her knuckle as she stares down at the scuff of her shoes. “Hey,” she echoes, setting her keys down on the counter.

“Long time no see,” Chloe says as Beca sits on the edge of her bed to take her boots off.

“Yeah um, I’ve been busy,” Beca mumbles as she undoes her laces.

“Busy avoiding me?”

Beca’s spine snaps straighter at that, and she looks up to meet Chloe’s eyes. “No, just--” her shoulder lifts in a half shrug. “I figured you and Chicago might enjoy some private time together.”

Chloe hums like she doesn’t believe her. “You’d tell me if-- if something was bothering you, right? I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”

Beca swallows. “It’s not you, Chlo. I’m just--” she sighs, feeling her frustration rise as she scrapes her brain for a believable lie. “Work sucks and I feel like I’m getting nowhere, so I’ve been crankier than usual.”

Chloe nods, her lips curving in a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry you’re having a hard time at work,” she says. “We should go out tonight! It’s been forever.”

Beca’s rebuttal lies on the tip of her tongue, out of reflex. She swallows it back, because Chloe is giving her those puppy eyes she’s mastered so well, and Beca knows damn well she can’t resist. Besides, she could definitely use a drink. Or ten.

“Yeah, okay. Sure.”

That’s how they find themselves in an overly too loud, busy club a handful of hours later. Beca is definitely tipsy, and Chloe has just ordered shots, so she knows she’s likely to finish the night with her head in the toilet. But she hasn’t laughed like that in a while, and it feels amazing to be… Beca and Chloe again.

It’s ruined just after Beca downs her first shot, when Army Boy shows up.

“Hi!” Chloe exclaims, springing up from her stool to hug him.

Beca grits her teeth so hard that she’s half-concerned they might break, her eyes throwing daggers at Chicago’s head.

“Hey Beca,” he says, apparently oblivious as he slides on the vacant stool.

Beca simply tilts her chin towards him, along with a tight-lipped smile. As Chicago orders his drink with the waitress, Beca shrugs her jacket on. “I’m gonna go,” she announces over the music, not caring one bit that it’s obvious as to why.

She doesn’t wait for a reply, letting her legs carry her towards the exit as quickly as possible as tears burn her eyes. She bumps into someone in her haste and mumbles a disoriented sorry, sucking in a much needed breath as soon as she steps outside of the club.

The music gradually fades away as she starts down the sidewalk, tugging her jacket tighter around her frame when a chill rolls down her spine. She’s not even sure in which direction she’s going, set on hailing the first cab she finds.

“What the hell is your problem??”

Beca freezes at the familiar voice, swallowing around the forming lump in her throat before she turns around. She barely meets Chloe’s eyes. “I’m just tired, Chlo.”

“Bullshit,” Chloe spits out, a scoff flying past her lips as she shakes her head. Her typically warm eyes are bone-chilling icy. “You left the second he got here.”

Beca sighs heavily, her hands forming fists by her sides in an attempt to tame her growing irritation. “Yeah well, maybe I didn’t feel like being the third wheel. I thought it was just going to be you and I, tonight. But you two have been attached to the hip and all you can talk about is Chicago this, Chicago that.”

“Well I’m sorry if I enjoy his company,” Chloe fires back. “You know, the least you could do is be happy for me.”

“Oh great, the guilty card,” Beca says, eyes rolling skyward. She sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t be happy for you, Chlo.”

Chloe staggers back as though Beca’s words slapped her in the face. “What?”

“I said, I can’t be happy for you,” Beca repeats, her tone rising along with her frustration.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Chloe asks, a mixture of anger, hurt and confusion surfacing in her features. “Why can’t you be happy for me? That’s what best friends are supposed to do, you know. I mean, are you even still my best friend? Because you haven’t been acting like one those past--”

“Because I’m in love with you, dumbass!” Beca finally blurts, a lot louder than necessary. Her declaration catches the attention of a few bypassers, but Beca is too focused on Chloe to care.

She watches as realization dawns in Chloe’s eyes, and all she can hear is her heart beating madly in her ears. She swallows, glancing down at the crack in the sidewalk. “And I’m the biggest idiot in the world,” she mumbles, roughly wiping at her cheeks when she feels a few tears rolling down her skin. “I’ll be out of the apartment by tomorrow.”

Beca is thankful Chloe doesn’t follow her when she turns around and resumes her journey home. She ends up walking all the way, too embarrassed to break down in a cab like in those stupid rom-coms. She texts Amy when she makes it back to ask if she can crash at her fancy apartment, fishing out her suitcase as soon as her friend agrees. Tears keep leaking out, and Beca wipes them away with her sleeve before she starts shoving her clothes into the suitcase, trying to ignore the way her heart aches.

A key slides into the lock just as she’s done packing. Beca straightens and hastily wipes her cheeks dry, even though she knows her bloodshot eyes will betray her.

“You’re really leaving,” Chloe murmurs, her voice barely audible.

Beca sniffles as she heaves her suitcase off the bed and sets it down. “Yep.”

“Why?”

Beca bites back a humorless laugh. “I don’t know, maybe because I’m not a masochist?” She deadpans. “Seeing you and Chicago together isn’t exactly fun.”

“We broke up.”

Beca’s breathing halts as she registers the words. Her jaw slacks. “What?”

Chloe clears her throat a little, taking a step closer. She’s fiddling with her keys, something she does when she gets shy, nervous or nervous, or excited. “Well, I broke up with him.”

“You did?” Beca croaks out.

Chloe nods, the corners of her lips upturning in a sheepish smile. “Because it’s always been you, dumbass.”

Beca’s lungs flood with oxygen, and her shoulders slump, releasing the tension at once. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Chloe echoes, raising an eyebrow as she takes another step.

Beca closes her eyes briefly, her head tilting as she frowns. “Sorry, I think my brain needs to be re-booted. Could you um, could you say that again?”

Chloe chuckles, finally closing the remaining distance between them. She cups Beca’s cheek and joins their lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Beca’s knees quake as a bunch of butterflies release in her belly, and she can’t quite believe this is really happening.

She licks her tingling lips when Chloe pulls away, feeling a bit dizzy. “Um, I’m not sure I quite got that one, either. Care for an encore?”

The first of many, many ones.

[onyxylophone]

(ahhhhh more of @bakedbananners werewolf mcga AU! ♡ trigger warning: mention of scars!)

"Making Sure the Monsters Get Home Safe at Night"

"Okay, say it with me, Magnus: we don't sniff the gross, sticky things we find on the sidewalk."

Alex folded his arms, glancing down at his friend beside him as the two made their way down the street. It was late- close to 10 o'clock- which Alex was grateful for. Less people around meant less innocent lives for him to worry about.

Magnus, who was a giant wolf at the moment, just looked up at Alex like, I can't understand a word you're saying. Also, I happen to love gross, sticky things.

"Right," Alex said, "How silly of me." He paused, "You feeling any better, dude?"

Magnus just sighed heavily in response. They had been walking back home from Samirah's house when a car had rushed by, honking loudly as it passed. Magnus had just barely managed to duck into an alleyway before the resulting panic made him transform.

Since then, Alex had been forced to improvise. Pull the 'emergency leash' out of your belt loops, circle it around your pack member's neck, and ta-dah! Now you're just taking your abnormally large dog out for a walk.

Magnus' ears perked up. He started to pull, making Alex stumble forward a few steps towards what was definitely something alive and moving behind a nearby garbage can.

Alex growled a low warning in his throat. He was not interested in dealing with the later complaints of a werewolf who's tummy hurt from eating a bunch of crap while transformed. Magnus thankfully listened, pausing for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth testing Alex. Not this time, at least.

"Alright, new plan. We gotta get you to calm down," Alex brainstormed, tugging on the end of the leash as Magnus- once again- made a beeline for an old Taco Bell wrapper that was so soaked in rainwater it was halfway melted to the curb, "Come on, let's go! You don't want that!"

"Urf." Magnus replied, letting loose a defiant sneeze all over his friend's pant leg. Alex made a face of disgust before stopping suddenly, a brilliant idea crossing his mind.

"Magnus! Are you…hungry?"

Alex's tone was happy and cheerful, his voice abruptly higher pitched. Personally, he hated having baby-talk used on him, but Magnus was thrilled. His tail started hitting the backs of Alex's legs hard enough to form bruises.

"You are?" Alex coo'd, "You're hungry? Are you going to be a good werewolf boy and listen to Alex?"

Probably not, Alex thought to himself, but at least if he eats something he might turn back. Anything was better than an old, wet burrito wrapper.

He looked up, reading the street signs to get a vague idea of where they were headed. They could go back to Samirah's and try to stay the night with her, but Alex had a feeling her grandparents might not like that too much. So instead, he resolved to take them somewhere where they could both grab a bite to eat.

~

"Hey, can I get a dipped cone, and a regular cone with sprinkles for my dog, please?"

"Of course! One moment."

Alex bounced on his heels, absently scanning over the Dairy Queen menu. Next to him, Magnus wiggled in place, sniffing up at the metal counter attached to the check-out window.

The girl currently taking his order was nice enough. She filled two paper-wrapped cones with vanilla ice cream, curling the tops with a single swooping motion. Alex rested his chin in his palm, balancing one elbow on the ledge as he answered her questions.

Is that your dog? Mine and my sister's.

How long have you had him? A few months.

He's so cute! What's his name? Magnus.

"Cherry or chocolate?"

"Hm?" Alex asked, snapping back into focus.

"I was asking which cone dip flavor you'd like. Cherry or chocolate?"

"Oh!" Alex replied, "Cherry, please. I'm allergic to chocolate."

The girl nodded. Alex flushed, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. She was looking at his scars. His hand flew up to his face and throat, tracing the claw marks with his fingertips. An all-too-familiar ache started pushing on his ribs from the inside. Fuck.

Alex fought back the urge to shift, quickly paying and taking the cones as fast as possible. When Magnus' ice cream passed from the cashier's hand to Alex's, the wolf growled, shoving his snout up onto the counter and baring his teeth. The girl jumped back.

"Magnus! Be patient!" Alex scolded, casually shoving the other werewolf's nose off the metal ledge before turning back to the human in front of them, "Sorry about that. He's just…hungry."

To emphasize his point, Alex bit down into his ice cream. The outer fruit-flavored shell cracked under his teeth. He swallowed a mouthful of cherry and vanilla, feeling it settle in his stomach and take the edge off of the instinctual need to transform.

"C'mon, Magnus!" Alex called, wiggling both cones in his hands as he moved back towards the sidewalk, "Follow Alex! Follow the ice cream!"

~

The only quiet place Alex could think to eat at was the nearby park. He guided Magnus there by memory. Big, open space; hardly anybody there around midnight, which meant room to run and lots of good spots to sleep.

Alex slowly chewed another bite of ice cream. If Magnus had been human at the moment, he would have cringed. According to him, just watching Alex eat ice cream made his teeth hurt.

Still, Alex held his cone in one hand and Magnus' in the other, reaching his arm out over the edge of the park bench he was currently sitting on so that the latter could eat, too.

You're supposed to chew ice cream, Alex told himself, I've been chewing it since I was a kid.

It wasn't exactly any better to eat ice cream Magnus' way. I mean, God, look at the guy. He was currently smearing ice cream and rainbow sprinkles all over his fucking face.

Alex smirked, briefly holding his cone in his teeth so he could pull out his phone and take a picture for the pack group chat.

After waiting what felt like hours to finish their ice cream, Magnus ate the entire cone in one bite- paper sleeve and all. He sat on the ground with his head resting on Alex's leg, letting him slowly run his hand from the start of Magnus' muzzle to the scruff of his neck.

"Ready to go home?"

Alex looked into his friend's eyes, searching for any sign of bipedal brain activity. Magnus tried to lick the sprinkles off his muzzle and ended up inhaling one up his nose.

"Ack!" The werewolf coughed and then snorted loudly, sending multiple colors of the rainbow skittering across the concrete.

"Oh, that's attractive."

Alex held Magnus' face still with one hand, using the other to wipe his sticky wolf snout with an extra Dairy Queen napkin.

As he was leaning over to trash the used napkin, he felt Magnus gently close his mouth around his arm.

"Hm?" Alex hummed, looking back at his friend, "What's up?"

Magnus rumbled, tugging with a surprising amount of restraint for a werewolf the size of a small horse. Alex was currently interested in keeping all of his limbs attached, so he got to his feet, letting Magnus drag him further into the park.

"You know-" Alex said, narrowly avoiding face-planting after tripping over a tree root, "-I wouldn't call this the worst date I've ever been on."

Eh, he wouldn't remember any of this anyway.

Magnus finally came to a stop at the base of a tree, in the middle of a bare patch of grass surrounded by thick bushes. He released his grip on Alex's arm and started intensely sniffing the ground.

"Magnus," Alex inspected his sleeve for potential teeth marks, "If you have business to do, I don't want to be here for it."

Magnus circled around three times before dropping onto the grass with a heavy sigh. He looked up at Alex, his grey eyes big and watery.

"Ohh, no. Absolutely not," Alex folded his arms, "We are not going to sleep here. Samirah will kill us if we get caught by animal control again."

He started manually untangling the twigs and leaves out of his curly hair. Magnus let out the most pitiful whine imaginable. Alex sighed, rolling his eyes.

"...Fine. But just until you fall asleep. Then I'm calling the others to come and get us."

Alex focused on relaxing his entire body. He felt briefly feverish, his body being wracked by chills as canine fangs painfully ripped through his gums. After so many years, he barely felt the transformation anymore.

His consciousness dulled as his senses sharpened. The nearly constant pressure in his chest alleviated like a balloon popping from inside his ribcage, causing his form to warp and expand. Alex's hands morphed into paws as they hit the ground. He shook himself off. Magnus' tail wagged, thumping loudly.

Alex only let himself circle around once. He laid down beside Magnus, curling up into a tight ball and tucking his nose underneath the tip of his tail. He pushed his back up against Magnus' side; warm, like usual. Alex closed his eyes, feeling Magnus rest his head on his shoulders as the other werewolf got comfortable.

Just until he falls asleep.

~

Alex woke up to the sound of birds chirping. She groaned, groggily pawing at her face. In response, the werewolf behind her nuzzled further into her neck; the arm that was draped around her tightening its grip, pulling her closer. So warm…

Wait, arm?

Alex's eyes flew open. It was just barely dawn. Birds flitted back and forth in the tree branches above her head. Magnus mumbled something in his sleep, fingers drowsily gripping a handful of Alex's shirt.

Alex gasped. She shot straight up into a sitting position, shoving Magnus off of her. He tumbled onto his back with an undignified yelp before slowly sitting up himself.

"What was that for?" He complained, growling under his breath as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Alex just replied with a snarl, hoping her bared teeth would make it so that Magnus wouldn't notice how red her face was turning.

He opened his mouth to respond, only for the early morning stillness to be broken by a single, far-off howl. Both werewolves immediately snapped to attention. The message was clear: Where are you?

"That sounds like Mallory…" Magnus said quietly.

"Shit!" Alex grabbed for her phone, rubbing at her own blurred vision as she tried to read the time, "We both fell asleep! We've been out here all night!"

The rest of pack 19 must have been wondering what happened to them. Alex typed a quick message into the group chat. She cupped both hands around her mouth and tilted her head back, taking in a deep breath before responding with a howl of her own.

"We need to get home," She stood up, looking over at Magnus, "Climb on."

Magnus still wondered how Alex could transform so easily. She went full wolf in under thirty seconds, staring at him to signal once she was ready. He swung one leg over her back, hugging tightly around her neck with both arms.

"Try not to drop me on the fire escape this time, okay?"