#ngl the last one made my skin crawl

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Oh oh!!!!! Can you do prompts about "Language"!!!

Been wanting to write a language related fic for months but can't think of any cool ideas :(

Best regards,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Ah, apologies for the delay, I’m not always online.

Anyway, let’s see what I can do:

Language

There’s yet another prophecy about doomsday, but it’s encrypted/in an ancient language. Time for Hero to ask for Renowned Linguist’s help once again, aka Villain under their secret identity.

Superhero claims that Citizen’s body language shows that they were lying during their interrogation. They’re not. They just really, really don’t want to be here.

Hero and Villain are the only two who can speak a dying dialect. Reluctantly, this brings them together.

Same idea, but they’re absolute nerds and speak Vulcan or Elvish fluently.

Hero&Sidekick (or Villain&Henchman) share a second language the other team don’t speak. It’s great to yell messages at your ally that your foes can’t understand.

Hero and Villain don’t speak the same language. They need Henchman/Sidekick to be a translator to understand each other. The translation might or might not be accurate.

Villain has captured someone who knows things, but speaks in a language they can’t understand. They use an online translator. Confusion ensues.

Villain has captured someone who knows things, but speaks in a language they can’t understand. They kidnap Sidekick to force them to be a translator. Sidekick tries to communicate with Citizen and find an escape plan together without getting caught.

Villain’s Evil lair has a great gadget able to detect any kind of human voice to detect any intrusion. Shame that Hero speaks ASL, then.

Once captured, Villain has a lot of four-letter words to say about the way the heroes treat them. Hero whumps them into watching their language.

I hope these can be useful to you! (I'll keep your other ask for later.)

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More prompts like this under this tag.

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[yndrgrl]

katsuki bakugo is the only man who can help bunnygirl! you during heat.

established relationship. normal! au. first time as a couple.

warnings: nsfw, lowkey angst ngl, fellatio, praise, slight degradation, creampie

if you're here for the nsfw part, i marked it >:)

a/n: dude, idk why my last fic has that "mature" label 😭 also is this a hypersexual comfort fic? yeah.

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"are you okay? you look hot?"

"your forehead is on fire!"

"you look red. drink some water."

you've been hearing that non-stop all day. of course, you know that everyone has good intentions, but it was so annoying.

no, you didn't feel fine, nor did you feel sick. it was a strange, embarrassing thing to admit. in a world full of truly remarkable quirks, you just had to get a basic one. your quirk was rabbit. you know mirko? yeah, well you two are in the same boat.

you have floppy bunny ears the same color as your hair, a puff ball of a bunny tail, & muscular legs. all so cutesy & alright to deal with. the behavioral traits were what got you though. increased hearing, jittery/easily scared, & most annoying of all, the heat that came with it.

though it wasn't unusual to have heat, it was definitely not something you mention in a passing conversation. heat made it hard to focus on anything except for breeding & sex. your senses are enhanced, making clothes feel itchy at all times. your train of thought always derailed to live making. that's why you were prescribed heat repressant.

no side affects & it worked like a charm.

however, this month you forgot to stock up on them, & you just so happened to run out. you would've just skipped school to get some, but it was midterms, which comes with tests & presentations that simply could not be made up. it was either fail your classes or bite the bullet.

"oi! what's your deal?" someone barked at you. ah yes, your boyfriend of six months, katsuki bakugo.

"nothing," you said with annoyance. another thing about your heat is that you get irritable because of the overwhelming feeling of needing to do a certain activity. "don't worry about it."

taken aback, katsuki reached out for you & spun you around. your eyes welled with tears of frustration & utter embarrassment, the tips of your ears were red, & every thread of your clothes made your skin crawl. "hey, what's going on?"

"i-it's nothing, just leave me alone. class is about to start." you understood how much katsuki prides himself in his academics. you're not gonna be the one to drag him down; that's not very amazing-cool-awesome girlfriend of you, after all.

he wanted to say that he didn't care & let's just ditch class, but you both knew you couldn't. the exams were too important. luckily for the both of you, the last period of the day was study hall. most kids just skip it, starting their free time early.

just a few classes, then i can go get medication, that's not bad at all, i've been through worse, you thought in attempts to calm yourself.

yeah, but imagine how could it would feel to be absolutely railed, oh fuck, imagine katsuki-

you had to cut yourself off, he was standing right beside you after all.

your relationship with katsuki has been slow, healthy, & true. the most you two have done in the span of six months is make out, grind, & grope each other clothed. both of you saw a future together so having sex didn't have to happen right then & there. if it happens, it happens, but there was no need to have it to connect.

you didn't want you first time with the love of your life to be because of your current circumstances.

"did i do something?" he asked, making your ears twitch.

"no, it's not you," you reassured, "there's nothing going on." you both entered the classroom, & you could feel katsuki's worried stare focused on you the entire time.

you took exam after exam, which, in of itself, is a long, stressful process. the bell rang throughout the school, & your classmates shuffled out of the room to go to their last period. finally, it was study hall. you threw everything into your backpack without a care. you were practically panting.

throughout the school day, the pressure building inside of you only gotten worse. you couldn't stop thinking about katsuki. his god-sent body, his perfect face, his rugged voice. god, he turned you on so much-- too much, actually.

you felt bad for ignoring all of his texts throughout the day. if you didn't, however, you had a feeling you would've sent some embarrassing messages.

as you exited your class, someone grasped your wrist, dragging you out of the school. their touch lit you on fire. you knew exactly who it was. "let me go, katsuki."

"no, not until you tell me what i did!" he growled at you. he doesn't even realize how wet i am for him-

you had to shut off your thoughts, but that's easier said than done.

"i told you already. you didn't do anything."

"well something is going on with you. tell me what's happening," he raised his voice, a vice grip still hanging onto your wrist. you were getting overstimulated & overwhelmed. once again, you couldn't help the angry tears from forming. you couldn't help but hyperfixate on your panties brushing against your sensitive clit. you couldn't help that your nipples were painfully perked.

you can't just admit that though. it's such a stupid problem to you. you felt so wrong & disgusting for thinking about sex all day. "you wouldn't understand!" you finally yelled back. "you wouldn't get it."

he didn't respond. katsuki continued to drag you throughout campus, leaving you with your thoughts.

god, i made him mad, you mentally cried out. hopefully he'll hate fuck you then-

you want to rip out your own brain & throw it on the concrete. it was a constant cycle of that the entire walk.

a few moments later, you realized you were in his dorm, sitting on his bed with him across from you in his desk chair. both of your hands were in his as he brushed his thumbs against your knuckles. that alone gave you goosebumps. "please tell me what's wrong, baby," he said in a hushed near-whimper. "i'm worried about you."

"you really wouldn't get it, katsuki," you whispered, finally letting a few tears roll down your cheek.

he placed his index finger underneath your chin. he gently raised your head, your gaze following suit. the two of you locked eyes, his swirling with worry & yours sprawling in uncertainty. "then make me understand."

"it's my stupid quirk," you exasperated. you tried coming up with ways of how to say what you want to say without scaring him off.

"what about it?" he asked.

"you have such a nice quirk, you know," you started, avoiding his question. "it's just so much flashier & cooler than mine. there's already a rabbit hero!"

"what are you talking about? you do have a cool quirk."

"i'm a bunnygirl. nothing more. people already know what to expect-"

"what is this really about? you brag all the time how you get to come up with new ways to make your quirk yours," he countered, not convinced with your answer. "there's something more, isn't there?"

katsuki was so good at reading people-- at reading you. the other times you've confided in him, your voice lacked clarity, stability. why would it be different now? it wouldn't, that's why.

"yeah, there is," you admitted, tugging on his hands so he'd get closer. "i just don't know how you'll react or how to even say it-"

"it's fine. just tell me, i won't get mad or judge you or whatever," he assured. you began to cry even more, staining his dress shirt.

he smelt so good, i can feel his muscles through his shirt, he's so sexy-

"i need you," you muttered into his chest.

"what was that, baby?"

you glanced up at him, eyes glossy, lips pouted. "i need you."

katsuki's breath hitched, "what are you talking about?" yes, he's had theories about your quirk & its drawbacks. was this it? was his theory correct?

more tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks as you tried to explained, "i have... you know."

his cock stirred, scolding himself mentally for getting hard during a time like this. "have what?" he wanted you to say it, confirm his suspicions.

you took a deep breath. "i have this thing every month or so, & it just makes things so much harder."

"tell me." his stern voice sent shockwaves through you.

it made you obey him automatically, robotically. "i'm going through heat." a silence followed. "it's normal for people with quirks like mine to go through this. i usually have repressants! & i know this probably makes you so uncomfortable; i understand if you don't want to be-"

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katsuki cut off your rambling, almost offended. "don't ever say that. i want you, all of you."

"p-please don't say such things," you begged him as you felt your pussy throb. "i'm r-really trying to hold back-"

"let me take care of you, princess," katsuki purred, finger tips ghosting over your exposed thighs. he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "do you want this, y/n? because i want you right now. if you tell me you don't want this, i'll stop."

all you could do is nod, your breath turning uneven.

"say it, y/n."

"i need you so bad. please, katsuki," you cried out as you rubbed your legs together.

he smirked into your neck before he started kissing your neck. you couldn't help but whimper. he noticed you holding back, so he bit your neck. he sucked hickeys all over your neck. your unsteady breathes turned into needy moans.

"t-take off my shirt, please-"

katsuki took in your demand by ripping it off your skin as if it were poison. he unhooked your bra, throwing it on the floor. "ah fuck," he groaned, cupping your breasts.

"are they o-okay?"

"you're fuckin' perfect, baby."

with one, he replaced his rough, calloused hand with his mouth. you grinder against his thigh as flicked your nipple with his tongue. "k-katsuki~"

he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "all mine," he growled in between. he nipped at the skin around your nipples. your neck & chest were soon littered with purple marks & bites.

"let me touch you," you begged & you began to fidget with the buttons of his shirt. "take this off~"

"so needy, aren't you, princess," katsuki teased, yet he gave into you. he threw off his shirt, looming over you. goosebumps pricked at your skin, all over your arms down to your legs. you found yourself trailing your hands all over his abs, his muscular arms, around his back. it was like your hands had a mind of their own.

you flipped the two of you around, so now he was under you. "c-can i please mark you?"

he let out a laugh of amusement, making your face turn a deep red. "you don't have to ask, baby," he told you. as a response, you mimicked his actions from earlier. your lips kissed all over his neck, leaving marks in its wake. you trailed down to his chest, then his abs then his v-line until you reached the band of his pants.

the entire time, he was groaning, feeding you praises that shot straight through your core. when you stopped, he looked down at you, & there you were, staring back at him with eager, wide eyes. he could read you so well. "go ahead, y/n. pull them down."

to which you did. you hands hooked both his uniform pants & his boxers. you pulled them down, & your mouth watered when his cock sprung out. "i-it's so big," you moaned; you meant to only think that, but you couldn't help it.

his mushroom tip beaded precum, his veiny shaft twitched in anticipation. "you see how hard i am for you? all for you," katsuki told you, watching your eyes dart to his then back down to his cock.

you started licking him to test the waters. you saw as his eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth agape, narrowed eyes. your licks evolved into you sticking his tip into your mouth. your tongue flicked around his cock. you crossed your eyes & whined when you tasted his precum. thanks to his quirk, it tasted almost sweet, salty, & god, was it addicting.

you bobbed your head up & down his thick rod. the tip hit the back of your throat while spit flooded your mouth. it was hard to breath, but you didn't care. having katsuki inside of you was more important than breathing. "slow down. you're gonna make me cum, good girl."

that was enough inspiration for you. you needed his cum. you forced your head all the way down his cock, your nose buried in his pubes. your eyes watered (for the fifth time today), & you stared into katsuki's eyes. both of his hands tangled themselves into your hair. "i'm gonna fuck that slutty, little throat, okay? just tap if it's too much," he informed, but he had a feeling you were going let him do whatever he wanted.

you moaned as a way to let him know that you heard him. the vibrations quivered his tip. "mmm, fuck. you're doing so good," he praised, jutting his hips forward the drawing them back.

his thrusts at first were small, in fear he was hurting you. however, as he looked down at you, your eyes rolled back, drool spilling out of your mouth, rubbing your aching clit for some sort of release, he couldn't hold back. he started using your throat as a fuck toy.

fast & rough, & all you could do was take it. take it, even though you're crying & it's hard to breath. "i'm close," he uttered out in between moans. his sultry voice turned a pitch higher in a humiliating tease, "you want my cum, baby? huh? c'mon, tell me you want it."

you choked out muffled, "yes please" & "cum down my throat please." he laughed at you trying to form sentences with your mouth stuffed. "such an eager bitch. fine, i'll give you what you want."

he thrusted his hips forwards, keeping your head in place. you face smushed against his hips. his cock twitched as he unloaded spurts of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, & strings of saliva mixed with his semen leaked onto your skirt. you looked back up at him, finding his cock still erect. "you look so surprised," katsuki said as he caught his breath. "i'm still so hard for you. after all, i told you i was going to take care of you."

"p-please have sex with me," you barely even whispered.

"what was that?"

"please-"

"i still can't hear you," katsuki told you, stroking his dick. he really knew how to push your buttons

"please fuck me, katsuki! i need it, i need you so bad~ i need your big cock inside of me," you blurted out. you finally let you stupid, nasty fantasies get the better of you.

judging from katsuki's smug expression, he wanted you to indulge in them. "alright, alright. you've been such a good girl for me. it's the least i could do," he shrugged before flipping you over so you were trapped under him. even in your most intimate moments, he was cocky. & god, did it make your pussy wet.

as he started to pull your skirt down, your hands shot to grab his wrists. "no, fuck me now, i can't wait. it hurts too bad," you whined, your glossy lips pouting.

"of course, princess," he said with a smirk. "whatever you want." katsuki's fingers dove under your skirt to push your panties out of the way. he held your legs up, placing your calves over his shoulders.

he lubed the tip of his dick with your juices by running it through your folds. "you're so wet for me, good girl."

"it's all for you, katsuki~" you purred, anticipation practically killing you. you felt pride as he turned his head to kiss the meat of your calf in approval.

"can't let it go to waste," he told you. he lined his thick, heavy cock with your entrance. something must've taken over you because, the moment it lined up with your hole, you shoved your hips forward with your entire body.

you let out a squeal of pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate for katsuki's lengthy cock. "shit, baby, you almost knocked me over," he chuckled as he readjusted. both of his hands were on your hips.

"shut up & fuck me," you growled at him. his cock twitched, brow raised in amusement.

"yes ma'am," he replied, "but remember you said that." from the get-go, his thrusts were powerful, immediately finding the cervix. your nails dug into his biceps down to his wrists. moans, whimpers, & screams spilled out of your lips.

katsuki took his fingers to your mouth & demanded in a low voice, "suck."

the action made you quiet down. he found your g-spot soon after, & you felt lightheaded. with his fingers down your throat, his cock abusing your most sensitive spot, & katsuki whispering dirty nothings into your ears, you shut your eyes & released all the tension building up.

"f-f-fuck, i-i'm cumming, katsuki," you rasped, voice having a small lisp thanks to his fingers. you squirted all over his abdomen, breath heavy & uneven.

he didn't stop though. he still rammed his big fuckin' dick in & out of you, not letting you calm down from your euphoric high. in fact, his hand that you slobbered all over found their way to your clit. he drew small circles around it. "ah, katsuki!" you moaned. "it's too much!"

"you'll be a good girl, & take it, won't you? i haven't cum inside you yet," he responded while his other hand pinched your nipples.

"i-i-i'll be a good girl, katsuki~" you slurred, speaking on beat with his thrusts. he made you cum three more times then you felt as his hips became more robotic, shorter, uncalculated.

"i'm cumming," he groaned through gritted teeth. "i'm cumming. fuckin' take all of it." thick jets of hot, white cum stained your walls. his dick pulsated inside of you. you came again; who could blame you?

he took a few deep breaths, collapsing on top of you as he pulled out of your pussy. cum spilled out of you & onto his sheets. he embraced you, whispering, "round two?"

[ventismacchiato]

26 behind the lens — the ship has sunk !

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes; same day but it’s now night time

translations for french at the end of the chapter

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You hear a knock on the bathroom door, causing you to jump at the noise. You’d been hiding in your shared restroom for a while to update your friends on the situation, losing track of time as you sat atop the counter in nothing but your pajamas.

“Hey, are you alright?” Kuni asks from the other side of the door, “You’ve been in there for a while silently. Better not be jerking off without me.”

“I’m fine,” you call out, face blooming, “I just have an extensive thirty-step skin care routine,” you lie.

“Alright, I’m going to bed,” he hums, and you hear his footsteps walk off.

You place your face in your hands and let out a low groan, hiding a secret identity was not as easy as Hannah Montana made it seem. You hop off the counter and splash some water on your face to make it seem as if you did have a routine. After muting your phone so as to not hear Aether telling you how bad you were keeping a secret you sat on the edge of the tub for a few minutes, collecting your thoughts.

The stress was really catching up to you. What the fuck were you doing?

You turn your mind off and wander out into the bedroom, the only source of light being the beams of white streaming through the curtains. Kuni’s body was turned away from you, his chest rising up and down slowly. He must’ve been exhausted from today.

You quietly crawl under the covers with him, pulling the comforter up to your chin. You were going to face the other way so as to not bother him but much to your surprise, the blankets rustled and Kuni was now facing you.

He lifts his eyelids open and tugs you in close, hands sliding underneath your shirt to caress your cold skin. Your chests are pressed up against each other, which causes you to circle your hands around his waist out of instinct.

“Goodnight,” he mumbles, pressing his face into the pillow, “I’m glad you came,” he trails off.

“I am too,” you reply, letting yourself play with his hair.

“Star confessed to me today,” he says, his words muffled from his face being hidden in the pillow, but he peeks out to gauge your reaction. You pretend to be surprised.

“Oh, what did you say?”

“That I would rather be with you, obviously,” he says, pinching your waist.

“I’d like to be with you, too.”

Kuni blooms red at that, hiding his face back in the pillow.

You’d come clean after Paris.

You wanted to enjoy this for as long as you could.

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filler

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

sunghoon, yeonjun, and lujiuerhei as scara, felix as kazuha

ngl i kinda regret making ayaka a friend in this au but i’m too far gone ☠️

shadow moth hacking scara’s twt hes in a silly goofy mood

lmk if u can’t read anything in an ask and i’ll zoom in for u,,it’s hard trying to cram everything into ten pics

translations:

merci d'être entré dans ma vie = thank you for coming into my life

author’s notes — lmk if the french is right i trusted google for this one

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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₊❏❜ ⋮ Innocent Little Civilian

Kinktober Day #26

Prompt: Corruption Character: Touya "Dabi" Todoroki This Work Contains: fem!reader, civilian!reader, reader's hiding dabi away in her home, dabi's kinda manipulative here ngl, blowjob, cumming on reader, mentions of virginity kink, small mention of reader having one of my ocs' quirk (nature-based quirk) WC: 963 Note: surprise pt. 2, i hope this didn't disappoint y'all pls this might be bad :> Taglist: @interstellar-inn, @pixelcafe-network, @eveningatthemoviesnetwork, @thehoneypotserver, @s4no, @c1nna1nmyr0ll, @chaoticmoonave, @kenuis, @arlerts-angel, @awkwardchick87, @awkwardaardvarkforever

Innocent. Sweet. Kind-hearted. 

Those were the three words that Dabi could describe you as. And those three words unfortunately made you an easy target for someone like him.

Currently on the run from the authorities for everything he had done, he had no choice but to break into the closest house by opening a window and that was how he met you.

“Hey, who are you?” Dabi was already on alert and had blue flames ready when he turned to see you. Even with the darkness of the living room, the flames were bright enough to reveal the owner of the voice. There you were staring back at him, almost fearfully as you appeared to be shielding yourself with your arms. As if that would’ve stopped him from firing at you. 

He could tell you had a quirk too, judging by the vines wrapping around your arms and legs. A quirk related to nature? You were definitely a bad matchup against him if you chose to fight back.

You on the other hand were terrified, a wanted criminal broke into your house for gods know what reason and could easily hurt you, especially with those flames. Just one look at them made your skin crawl and even with the vines of your quirk covering up your exposed skin, you would be no match for him.

“Heh… What do you know? This is your place, right? You don’t mind me crashing here, do you?” The flame that was covering his hand grew smaller and was now lit up over an index finger, mimicking a lighter. Usually he would demand instead of ask, but something about the terrified look in your eyes drew him in.

As you opened your mouth to answer, you were interrupted by knocking on the door. You immediately ran to answer and were greeted by two policemen. It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together that they were looking for the man that just so rudely entered your home.

“Excuse us ma’am, we’re looking for a man that is currently on the run and he was last seen in this neighborhood. You wouldn’t have happened to see anything  suspicious, would you?” The description of the man in detail was what sealed the deal for you. But what you would say next was something that surprised you and Dabi greatly and you still can’t figure out why you did it.

“No I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t know anything,” you said.

And from that day forward, Dabi knew that you would be valuable to him. And what better way to show his thanks than to keep you by his side as his little pet?

You had a tight grip on his thighs as he held your hair in a tight ponytail as he fucked your mouth in a not too rough but not too slow pace. He couldn’t go too rough on you. Not yet at least. But the teary eyed expression on your face as he pushed past your gag reflex was really making it difficult for him to control himself.

Sure, it took a little bit of “convincing” with some small flames showing up get you to agree to his terms, but by any god that was out there it was worth it. Worth it enough to get you to where you are now.

“That’s it baby… that’s it. Sooner or later you won’t be needing me to help you anymore,” he snickered as he felt you gag a bit when he went too deep. That was okay, Dabi still didn’t mind teaching you the ropes. He was no expert but for you, the one who didn’t turn him in? He was all too eager to be your teacher.

He would let you go and take a breather as he quickly began tugging at his cock to finish himself off, and where else to do so but on your cute little face?  

You licked your lips of the taste that remained of him along with the drool from him guiding you and telling you to remain still while he face fucked you until he was ready to cum.

“Open,” you immediately followed his command as he cums, ropes decorating your face and tongue before you licked your lips away. When you showed your tongue to him again to show him that you swallowed, Dabi already was ready to devour you right then and there. So close. So close for him to lose whatever self control he had left to take the last of your innocence away 

“Good, looks like you already know what to do at this point.”

“Um, are we done?” You asked, despite cleaning yourself up of his cum. How can you still remain the same after all that? Maybe he really was a way too eager man than he would care to admit, and he had you to blame for it. The adorable questioning look you gave him was the cherry on top.

Dabi smirked back, “Oh no no no, dollface. I’m definitely not done just yet. Now why don’t you lay back on your bed for me? I have something for you and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Last of his self-control be damned, tonight was the night that he finally gets to take your virginity. After that look you gave him, he was ready to be a slave to his urges.

As you laid on the bed, hair fanning out over your pillows, Dabi swore that you were an angel laying under him. An angel ready for him to take for himself and he couldn’t wait anymore as he began to strip. 

He couldn’t wait to keep you as his precious pet for the rest of his days.

[muffinsin]

sorry for reminding you, i've just been binging your masterlists lately and I noticed that Daniela's part for the GP reader leash & collar ask was missing. no worries if you don't plan on writing it, have a nice day! 😁

https://www.tumblr.com/muffinsin/738200126975311872/what-if-gp-female-so-punishes-the-dimi-sister?source=share

Ooo, very fun!👀 ngl I tend to forget about older posts very fast, so thank you for the reminder (and the link!!!)🙇‍♀️

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

You’re groaning silently to yourself, your girlfriend’s ass on full display for you. You’re meant to be worked, and Daniela knows this. Maybe, she is so pouty because you managed to refuse her puppy eyed-look before, when asked to simply “not do your job”. Perhaps, your little Daniela only wants your attention as usual.

She’s not being very subtle, either.

Being tasked to clean up the library and hallway leading up to it, you have already made several encounters with her, and you haven’t even managed to get started on the hallway leading to her room, yet!

You’re organising the bookshelf, a somewhat bearable task turning nearly impossible thanks to Daniela’s input.

Every few seconds she reaches for a book you just put in, only to fly over a few pages and leave it out on one of the tables or a completely different spot in the shelf.

This makes the fourth time she’s done it, and you’ve had enough. A quick look around assures you that you’re in luck, for no other maid is around.

Daniela gasps when you grip her upper arm tightly. “Release me, servant!”, she demands, but you see the playful smile underneath her made up face of disgust.

Her defiance breaks down fast, when you snatch and grab the lower half of her face tightly and force her up against the bookshelf.

The mere position and being this close to your lover makes your skin crawl and dick harden under your tight uniform.

“What do you think you’re doing, Daniela?”, you speak through somewhat gritted teeth. Your little brat is driving you insane today, and gets off to it without a doubt, too.

She blinks up at you coyly, almost innocently. “What do you mean, lover of mine?”, she coos, and you feel her cheeks heat up under your palm at her own words. You smile a little. Sweet, little, naive Daniela stuck in her sweet, little world of romance and love, games and teasing. You intend to break the little brat out of her world tonight, or at the very least remind her that there are rules to this candy-sweet world of hers.

Daniela whines when you squeeze her face, her lips and cheeks squished by your hand. She looks utterly adorable, you think. “Be a good girl and behave. This will take hours with your little input”, you command.

She’s whining again, and you gasp when you feel her hand cup the bulge between your legs. Coy as she plays, Daniela has always been a bold one.

“But play with me”, she coos. “I’m way more fun!”, she whines. “Mother won’t know”, she adds, her usual puppy eyed look full on display for you. It makes your cock twitch.

You want nothing more than to pull her aside, to fuck and paint her face white, to take her body for yourself again and make her feel good, to pump her full until the little brat can’t walk. Perhaps this would keep her from interrupting your work, at last.

Alas, she has too much endurance and attitude to allow just a quick fuck. You know, you will not be able to deny yourself the sweet treat that is Daniela Dimitrescu when you’ve had a taste.

As such, you merely turn her around and slap her ass, an action rewarding you with a breathless yelp and a moan that makes you shudder and become painfully hard.

“Hear me”, you whisper, tucking the cute, auburn strands of hair behind her ear. The woman pressed between you and the shelf is shivering, her ass subtly grinding against your front. You notice, of course. “Do not interrupt my work again. I am not above tying you down when all can see you, Daniela.”, you whisper. She’s blushing again, a gasp pulled from her again. You wouldn’t! You couldn’t! Ah, but you would, and you could, and you will, should she not behave.

You dare grind your hips forward just a little bit, a quiet groan ripped from you as her soft, thick cheeks immediately have your dick twitch in your tight boxers and uniform. She whines helplessly. The little siren almost has you, yet you manage to still pull back again, her hood in your hand forcing her head back.

Wide, hopeful golden eyes meet yours. You swallow down the urge to take her right then and there. “Your mother demands my work done. Perfectly so, even. You know this, Daniela. I have allowed you to distract me too often, my little vixen. Now, sit still and behave for me. Read a book, or play with your sisters”, you suggest.

She groans. She doesn’t feel like talking to Bela or annoying and playing with Cassandra now! She wants to be with you! Still, even little, delusional Daniela knows when she won’t get what she want from you, and only turns to press a sweet, happy kiss to your lips before she swarms away.

“Don’t be too long!”, she whines, pleads, or demands. You aren’t too sure, but shake your head. This is not the time to get distracted. You really ought to finish with the damn library…

You sigh as you exit the library, hours later, your eyes heavy, your arms aching, your goal of finishing your work barely closer than hours ago.

You’re exhausted, and although Daniela has somewhat left you alone to work, showing up only every half an hour or so, you know her patience is running thin. That is, if it hasn’t entirely run out yet.

Your question seems to answer itself, when you keep on cleaning until you’re at the bit of the hallway right in front of the door leading to your girlfriend’s room.

Coming from the inside, you hear loud moans and whimpers.

Your cock immediately strains against your underwear again. Such sweet, filthy sounds coming from her. Moans and groans, little gasps and “Ah”’s. You grit your teeth. You know, she’s doing this because of you, to get your attention.

You turn back to your work, gripping the sponge tightly as you bring it down on the floor.

“A-Ahh-Ah, yes, fuck me”

Your dick twitches. In matters of seconds you’re on your feet, pushing, no, slamming open the door.

She jumps, the beautiful creature is laid out in the bed, in nothing but her red bra and panties, her own hand hidden underneath them.

She blushes as she looks at you, but her eyes pull you in seductively. Then, anger takes you over. What if someone else had heard her? You know she was trying to go for that, too.

You snap your fingers at your brat and immediately a gasp slips past her lips and she swarms to you, her head lowered as she falls to her knees in front of you.

A brat indeed, but a trained one. You smirk at her. It seems, your little Daniela paid attention during her training.

You lift her chin, her golden eyes looking up at you. She seems almost innocent. Almost.

But still, you see the attitude and brattiness bubbling beneath the surface, the very behavior that has made her act out so very often today. White, hot anger rises in you. You snap your fingers again.

“The leash. Now, Daniela”

Your voice leaves no room for arguments and she knows it perfectly well.

As fast as she can, she scrambles and swarms for the deep red leash and collar hidden away in her closet.

Again, she kneels, this time holding the leash by her teeth like the perfectly trained submissive you know your little darling can be.

She shivers when you take off her necklace, instead replace it with the leathery choker.

You connect the leash and give it an experimental tug. Laughter comes from you as the poor thing is yanked forwards, her face smudged right between your legs, against the bulge she was so very eager to get her hands on before.

You keep here there for a moment, smirking down at your little brat.

It seems, now, now that you’re here, now that you’re ready to put her in her place, your little brat feels like behaving.

You smile down at her sadistically. No, her momentarily good behavior will not make up for her previous actions.

You step into the room fully, the leash wrapped around your fist forcing her along. She is made to stick close to you, her body flush against yours when you stop at her dresser. You know, this is where most of her naughtier toys are stored.

She’s whining and whimpering, breathing softly but audibly at your feet as you search through it. You notice, she is attempting to stay quiet, as though hoping it will have you forget her naughtiness only hours prior.

Daniela’s cheeks turn a visible pink shade when you reach in and grab the first item you make contact with; a silver, smooth plug with a green crystal towards the end.

“Open”

Again, she obeys in an instant, wrapping her lips around the toy as she looks up at you. She looks so tamed, so sweet and shy. You know though, your little darling is just as much of a brat as she can be a good girl.

You let go of the toy and hum contentedly as she keeps sucking it, her hips rolling slightly, the end of the leash and its chain ringing quietly as you drop both to the floor. The cool metal against her skin has her jump momentarily, then press into it.

She watches with wide eyes as you pick up the bottle of lube next to her bed, surely used for whatever she would have used on herself next. All to catch your attention in the hallway, no doubt.

You tsk quietly at her, eying the open door and the abandoned supplies at the hallway. You know, you still need to get some work done today, if you don’t want to be scolded by the head-maiden again.

“You’re not going to interrupt my work again today, Daniela”, you speak, your voice controlled. You allow confidence and slight irritation to slip through. Just enough to have the leashed woman squirm a little.

“It wasn’t-! Ngnm…”

She quietens as you take the plug from her and pat her head, almost as if chiding her. Daniela sits quietly, unusually shy as you cover the wet end with lube. Right in front of her. She squirms in anticipation.

“Bend”, you command. She squirms a little, then, a naughty smile turns up at her lips. You grit your teeth. Of course, your darling girl must still brat when she knows you ought to return to work.

“Hey!”, she shrieks when you grab the end of the chained leash instead. A single yank your way is all it takes to pull the pretty brat over your knee, her red panties doing a poor job of covering her thick, bubbly ass cheeks.

You slide your finger underneath the red hem of them, then, antagonizing slow, you pull them off her creamy, pale skin. She squirms and whimpers, her warm cheek a visible shade of pink.

“Spread your cheeks, brat. This will go far easier if you submit”

Daniela moans and whines at your words, but obeys nonetheless. Smooth, soft, red painted fingers dig into her soft ass cheeks and pull them apart for you, exposing the pink hole hidden between.

You eye the plug; she’s had bigger, and smaller, before. But it will do for now.

“H-A-Ah!”, she gasps when the cool silverish tip pushes inside. It’s cool, compared to her warm, almost hot, insides. You feel the heat radiating from this part of her body, a sharp contrast to her cool skin.

Daniela groans and whines as the toy is pushed inside, until shivers take over her backside and a low moan slips past perfectly shaped, unpainted lips when you push the toy in wholly.

You give its end a light push with your index finger, a wet squirting sound coming from it as it’s pushed all the way inside.

She’s shivering and moaning, whispering little phrases you don’t fully understand. You doubt she does, even.

Daniela gasps when the panties are pulled up again and she’s made to stand, the chain of her leash and its leathery end dropping to the floor once again as you release it.

She stays still, perfectly obedient in this moment, save for her squirms.

Her hips roll, her ass pushing back and forth in an attempt to take pleasure for herself from the plug. She is granted little to nothing, certainly not enough to get off.

As you dig through her drawer again, you feel her eyes on you.

Daniela drools from more than just her mouth as she watches you, her mind full of dirty fantasies of being taken by you. The thought of letting you finish your work in peace crosses her mind, so long as she at least gets to suck you off a few times. You did seem so painfully tense today…Daniela giggles. She just wants to play, really!

She gasps, horrified, when she finds what you picked, then quickly follows this up by a playful, though slightly sad pout. Really? The tape again? But she’s been so good about running her mouth, as you like to say.

Upon attempting to turn her head, Daniela finds its lower half grabbed by you. You shush her, sensing the rising amount of bratty arguments.

She wants to run her mouth.

She wants to use it.

She could use it on you, too.

Instead, auburn hair is brushed from her face and the harsh, grey duct tape is placed over her lips. Another layer follows, and another. The woman tries to speak and whine, even to push the tape off with her tongue, but only muffled words and whimpers reach your ears.

She whimpers when her wrists are taped next. Had she not been such a brat, your touch would have been gentler, sweeter, a little slower. Alas, Daniela can only smile and blush under the tape as you grab her arms and push them together behind her back, then drag the strong tape around her wrists.

At last, your little brat is at your mercy. Or close enough, you figure.

Golden eyes widen when you move the vibrator wand from her drawer and pull up her panties fully before slipping it inside.

Within moments of the toy being turned on your sweet brat is moaning muffled phrases and groans of pleasure already.

“Mhmmm! Mhm! Mmmm!”, she protests as she’s pulled along, out her room and to the hallway. You know, this late at night no one dares to be out of their room. This royal is all yours to enjoy.

Daniela whines as she is chained to the window, the leash wrapped tightly around the handle. She knows not to tug, should she not want to risk the lethal cold-burn caused by the window opening. It’s completely safe, so long as she obeys and stays still.

You pick up your bucket and sponge again, lowering yourself to the ground yet again. Your fingers grip the sponge harder than necessary.

Her little, muffled moans and whimpers really do a number on you. Your uniform feels too hot and tight. You’re painfully hard, so much so you must struggle with yourself to resist the ever growing seductive option of simply taking Daniela.

The longer you work the more tempting this seems.

Perhaps, even just to pull her to her knees, pull off the tape and have her suck you off until the uncomfortable ache goes away.

In time, even this doesn’t seem enough. You scrub fast, as though able to scrub the want, the need, to bury yourself deep inside your whimpering little brat.

And Daniela hardly seems any better. She’s moaning and whimpering behind the tape.

You’re certain, she’s cum more than twice already, and even without looking up, you can tell her clit is awfully sensitive.

It only makes you want to play with it some more, to suck the little bud until the little brat cries out her pleasure for you.

She’s squirming and whimpering, her eyes pressed shut in a desperate attempt to keep still.

After a short while, you can’t keep up your calm facade anymore. You throw the sponge back on the ground carelessly, and for a moment, you allow yourself to look at your work and check your progress.

Half the hallway is done, and the library. A good enough result for you, you decide.

Daniela watches you with wide, hopeful eyes as you rise from the floor, her golden eyes teary. You coo at her, your hand raising to her cheek. She’s shivering and morning at your touch, even one as innocent as this.

“Mmmhmmm”

She watches eagerly as you begin unbuckling your belt, her hips raising and rolling already, her hands lightly tugging at the tape.

The vibrator is pulled from her quickly, and she shrieks beneath the tape when you pull down the red panties in one go.

You pull off the rest of your uniform and groan when, at last, you get to grip your pulsing cock and slap it against her cool thigh.

“Will you behave, if I take you now?”, you ask, demand. She nods quickly. Yes, she’s so desperate, so needy. She wants you, needs you, craves you.

Daniela whimpers as you grip the leash, yet stills when the window stays closed. Still enough room.

A gasp is ripped from her when the tape is torn off. Your desperation leaves you little room to be gentle with her now. Her own has her crave your roughness.

She’s pushed up against the window harshly, the cold surface unusual against her sensitive skin.

Your lips brush against her ear as she whimpers, then, with a groan, you finally allow yourself to line up your tip with her sopping wet pussy. Her arms twitch momentarily, revealing the urge, her wish, to grab onto you. Not this time, you figure. This time, your little brat will have to keep those claw-like nails to herself.

“Quiet, princess. You don’t want to wake the staff with your screams now, do you?”, you coo. She shivers. “Yes, ma’am”, she breathes out softly, her disobediently at last teased and punished out of her.

You groan lowly when you push your hips forwards, her wet pussy wrapping around you like a warm, soft blanket. She squeezes you immediately and you have to resist the urge to bottom out in her immediately.

With your hands sliding across your body, you find your grip at her hips. The leash is grabbed tightly again, and a single, loud shriek is pulled from her when you begin thrusting your strong hips.

With her hands bound, she can only hope to muffle her moans and soft praises by biting her lip, yet her head is soon thrown back.

You moan lowly, careful not to wake anyone. She feels heavenly, and the position lets you take her deep and hard.

Bit by bit, you turn the previous brat back into your good girl, whimpering and moaning, drooling slightly at the lips and praising each and every move of yours.

“You feel so soft”

“Your pussy feels amazing, my love”

“Give me more of that beautiful voice”

Each praise only makes her grip you tighter, more and more so. She’s close fast. You’re greedy, though, so when Daniela cums already, you make no move to slow down.

You groan loudly. Her arched back has you thrust and rub up against her walls and allow you to feel the plug at their other side.

“A-Ha-Aah!”, she moans, slurs, gasps, her eyes closed, her lips parted and slick with drool. Her whole body is being pulled back and forth with each thrust of yours, her pale ass cheeks pink with your front slamming against them each time.

You know, she can take more.

Your hand slides from her hip and between her legs, easily finding the warmth radiating from her.

“A-Aah! Yes! My love! Ye-eess!”

With her lips brushing lightly against the cool glass, heavy panting soon causes the window to fog. She’s pushed up against it with every thrust, her palms and the sides of her hands bloodied as she moans and squirms, sharp nails dragging against you and her own skin.

“Goo-ood girl..!”, you praise. You squeeze your eyes shut, your hips picking up the pace as you at last bottom out in her.

She’s moaning at every second of this, her auburn hair covering first her face, then yours when you lean forwards.

You shiver as you cum, thick ropes of it shot deep into her. She moans and whimpers softly at the feeling, her insides warm and her scent covered and engulfed entirely in yours.

“Now, come on”, you groan after a few moments. She can barely follow when you pull away and yank her leash, leading your good girl back into the room at last. You decide, work is done for the time being. Now you’re in mood for sweet rewards and sugary dessert.

[kqulitz]

Would you mind doing some more sub! Bill? The last one you wrote was soooo gooooddd 😩 I always see them blowing steam off on the reader after concerts but the other way around would be hot ngl

a/n: ty nonnie 🫶 i hope this is good!!!

post-show

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: after a show, you get rid of some pent up energy with your boyfriend.

tags: both reader and bill are 18+, smut, sub! bill, dom! reader, hickeys, semi-public sex, having sex in a broom closet, cunnilingus (male receiving), mommy kink (still not sorry), riding/fem on top, p in v sex, low-key breeding kink, unprotected sex, aftercare!!!

smut under cut, minors dni!!

lowercase intended

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

your reddened fingers ache as you finally let go of your guitar’s strings. the adrenaline running through your body has your chest heaving and your heart hammering in your chest. the fans are screaming so loud you can barely hear yourself think. you share a glance with tom, who silently raises his brows. you weren’t very happy with your performance on a few songs, you saw some people in the crowd practically judging you. you catch your breath, taking your leave as georg follows you. the band disperses, making sure to wave goodbye to the fans.

you put your guitar down, sighing heavily. “meine liebe..!” (my love..!) bill jogs to catch up with you, his hand gently touching your lower back. “hi, bill.” you sigh, keeping your hands as still as possible so you didn’t worry him. “what’s the matter? you’re not happy? we did great!” he gushes, clearly made up with the experience. “yeah- yeah, we did…” you sigh, grasping his hand to lead him ahead of everyone. “babe, where are we going?” he asks, glancing back at the others who are busy putting their equipment away. you hush him, opening a door and peering inside before pulling him in. bill turns to you as you close the door, making sure to lock it. “schatz, what are we-?” (sweetheart) you cut your lover off as your lips meet his; your hands squeezing his hips. bill hums softly, wrapping his arms around your neck to stabilise himself as you push him against a wall.

your hands tug his shirt up, palms roaming over his skin as he shivers. bill whines softly, back arching as he leans into your hands, craving your touch. “been wanting you for ages.” you mumble between kisses, one hand trailing down to his pants. you undo the button to his jeans, fingers adept in doing so with only one hand. “mama, please…” he whines, clinging to you tightly. “be patient.” you mumble, pushing his pants and boxers down. bill whimpers softly as you sink to your knees, wrapping your lips around his tip. “fuck-“ he chokes out, cock twitching as you bob your head a little. you hum a little, letting the vibrations tease him. bill’s hips buck forward, his mouth agape as he leans his head back against the wall. “mama, go faster- please..!” he whines. glancing up at him, you rest your hands upon his thighs to prevent him from fucking into your mouth. your tongue drags over the underside of his cock, listening to your boyfriend moan.

“mama, please..!” he begs, knees buckling a little. you pull away, helping him sit down. you crawl into his lap, kissing him passionately as you grind. the feeling of the panties under your skirt grinding against his bare cock is driving him insane, his hips pushing up against you as he whimpers into your mouth. “please fuck me, mama- i need you..!” he begs, fingers pulling off your shirt. you chuckle softly, pushing your panties aside and letting his saliva-covered cock lube up your already wet folds. bill moans, hiding his face in your shoulder, biting down hard to silence himself. you wince as his teeth nip your skin, carefully guiding him into your cunt.

bill moans loudly, it’s muffled in your shoulder. you choke out a swear as you sink down on his cock, feeling how he whimpers against you. you let yourself adjust, sighing softly, as you close your eyes. bill’s fingers dig into your back, he’s panting against your shoulder, the sensation tickling you a little. finally, you begin to move, grinding your hips slowly. bill’s head falls back, hitting the wall as he whimpers. “be quiet, baby. you don’t want to get caught, do you?” you purr softly, kissing his needy lips. bill nods a little, his hands grabbing at your hips to speed up your movements. you oblige happily, bouncing on his twitching cock.

footsteps grow near, and you clasp a hand over bill’s mouth- stopping your thrusts. your boyfriend whines against your palm, hips fucking up into you with desire. “bill, baby- stop for a second. someone’s coming.” you whisper, listening as people walk past. you can hear tom loudly asking where the two of you had gone as he passes the door. bill breathes slowly through his nose, waiting for you as you listen to the band pass. finally, it goes quiet, so you continue your movements, letting your hand fall from bill’s mouth. he whimpers and whines, back arching as he thrusts up into you.

you smile, letting out a breathy laugh as he leans in to kiss you. he mewls, cock twitching. you bring one of his hands to your clit, moaning as his fingers make quick work of rubbing soft circles over your bud. that heated pool grows in your stomach as you grow closer to your orgasm, watching your boyfriend who’s coming undone under you. “ich bin nach..!” (i’m close) he whimpers, back arching. “dann komm schon, baby. mach mich zur mutter.” (come on then, baby. make me a mother.) you encourage, forehead resting against his. bill groans as he cums, hard, the feeling of him feeling you up making you moan. “good boy, well done.” you purr, running your fingers through his hair. bill’s fingers don’t slow, toppling you over the edge as you cum around his cock.

bill pants, gathering himself as he softens inside you. you hold him close, kissing his cheek affectionately. your boyfriend closes his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. “are you alright?” you ask softly. “mhm… i’m fine.” bill pulls away, smiling lazily as he kisses you. you notice how his eye makeup had smudged; it makes you giggle. “what? is it bad?” he asks, wiping his cheeks gently. “no, it’s not that bad.” you respond, voice soft and loving as you rub the smudge away for him. “we should get going before the boys get suspicious.” bill sighs, kissing you softly. “mhm… okay.” you get up out of his lap, fixing your panties. bill flusters a little, fixing his pants. “you’re not gonna clean up?” he asks softly. “with what? a mop?” you giggle. “we can clean up properly at the hotel.” you say, grabbing his hands and helping him up onto his shaky legs. you kiss his lips, pulling your shirt on again as he does the same. “come on then, baby.” you giggle, leading your boyfriend from the broom closet.

[lucisz39]

Eurovision Semi 2

I was at work through the Semi so here are some very late notes.

01- Denmark: Reiley — “Breaking My Heart”. I swear you're a better Eurovision country than this. The song is catchy I'll give it that. Reiley had shaky vocals and sang exclusively to the camera the entire time. There are tik tok personalities like Sam Rider and then there are ones like Reiley. One has some stage presence the other only can make it work staring straight into a camera. I'm not sorry he didn't make it.

Sidenote- Daði Freyr? Love that for us

02- Armenia: Brunette — “Future Lover”. Not one I was feeling but shes talented. After Reiley I'm glad she didn't keep direct eye contact with the camera the entire time. Happy she escaped the placement of death unscathed though. Good for her.

03- Romania: Theodor Andrei — “D. G. T. (Off and on)”. The first song of the night I had downloaded. In the same category as Portugal for me. On Stage the artist is a sledgehammer of charisma. Some of the solo promo performances were much better than the national final. He's a great singer but he needed to rework the staging not the song itself. I love this one but I'm not surprised it didn't make it

04- Estonia: Alika — “Bridges”. It's a very pretty song. Exactly the kind of song that would qualify. I love her costuming but other wise forgettable. 

05- Belgium: Gustaph — “Because of You”. Another song I downloaded but it's not one I listened to a ton. I was worried how this one would go down live. But it a lot of fun! I had a big smile the whole time. The backup singers were absolutely killing it. That's saying nothing of the dancer! Simple effective staging.

06-Cyprus: Andrew Lambrou — “Break A Broken Heart”- Yeah I didn't remember this one. It's catchy and I'm feeling it. I really like the staging with the water effect and the fog. The performer is Barefoot which always a good start (think it worked in his favor). Is it me or does it sound like Believer by Imagine Dragons? And with that I think I just talked myself out of liking it.

07- Iceland: Diljá — “Power”. I normally love Iceland in Eurovision.  I'm surprised this one didn't grow on me. She's a talented performer and is giving it everything she's got. But not a song for me.  I am little sad she didn't qualify. I want to see Iceland win one year and I hope we didn't lose our best chance in 2020 with "Think About Things"

08-Greece: Victor Vernicos — “What They Say”.  Oh my god he looks like a baby. Repeat after me "not a song for me" (I'll say that a lot) but I liked this one. Hes got good energy. That being said, I really do root for the young ones swinging for the fences. I was rooting for the kid but understand why he didn't make it. I hope he keeps going with music and possibly Eurovision.

09-Poland: Blanka — “Solo”. Why the fuck is this here. Look at least she sounds like she's improved. That being said, hope she comes in last. NGL I skipped ahead when we hit the dance break.

10-Slovenia: Joker Out — “Carpe Diem”. Ok this is my favorite song of the year. Was a bit scared they were going to change the language to English when they released that version. Happy to see that wasn't the case. This performance was so much fun. Gonna be devastated if these guys don't make top 10. I knew they made it before I watched the replay but even still I was so stressed till they were announced. I was watching the Finnish broadcast and their hosts also sounded EXTREMELY stressed about them not getting called right away.

11-Georgia: Iru — “Echo”. Not even going to lie. I'm conflicted about this one. I love the way it sounds huge and bombastic. Iru can certainly sing. Love the staging but wish some of the dancers from the music video came in. At the same time the lyrics lean closer to worship music than a self-love song to me. It makes my skin crawl and I don't like it.

12- San Marino: Piqued Jacks — “Like An Animal”. I'm almost embarrassed about how much I like this one. I listen to a lot of alt rock and indie rock. I was primed to like it. This is another of my favorites and was on heavy rotation on my drives home. It's fun and catchy. It both makes me smile and want to dance. But I mean it’s a fine song. The performance at the national final was way stronger than the semi. It took the front man a good 2 minutes to get it together and start selling his performance. In a different year, if the stars aligned it could have made it to the final and it would have been in the bottom. I'm not surprised it didn't make it, but I am a little sad. Come on guys it wasn't a ballad! That's gotta count for something.

13-Austria: Teya & Salena — “Who The Hell Is Edgar?”. I said it before and I'll say it again. These guys had me nervous. Love the song it's been on heavy rotation. But I only saw one live performance before this and it was a fairly shaky one. Not tonight though. All cylinders were firing. My only note is I'm sad they didn't use the old guys in suits from the music video as the dancers. Also, please note, I am in love and so very fucking queer.

14- Albania: Albina and Familja Kelmendi — “Duje”. Again a "not my thing" song;. Nothing but respect for it though. A very heartfelt song and real family affair. But! Whoever compared them to the Addams family, I'm never going to not think of that now.

15- Lithuania: Monika Linkyte — “Stay”. Ok you might be expecting me to say this is another "not my thing" song... But I really really love this one. There are like 2 ballads that got me this year. This is one of them. The  “ciūto tūto” hook is living in my head rent free. She's got a lovely voice and the emotion she puts into the song really sells it. It's a very heartfelt song and it makes me want to wrap her up in a hug.

16- Australia: Voyager — “Promise”. Ok remember what I said for Piqued Jacks. How I mostly listen to alt rock... Yeah I don't love this one. I'll take it over (most) most of the ballads but it's my least favorite out of all the rock leaning ones. It did get a download though! I will say out of everyone in this contest I felt like Voyager wants to be here the most. Australia wants to be in Eurovision. I would rather watch people who want to be here than people feeling eh about it. Please keep inviting Australia. I was going to be genuinely upset if they didn't make it to the final.

Bonus!

- The Drag Queens. Ok I agree with the consensus. How do I vote for them?

Side note: All the Big 5 (6) were downloaded.

-Spain. No words. I love this whole thing. It's dramatic and so very different from last years. I only wish they took more notes from the music video for the staging.

-Ukraine. Her name is Fashion. Not the staging I expected. I quite like it though. There is something very classy about this one as well.  

-UK. Ok first off. Who dressed this girl in Shein? The song? It's a girly bop and a good time. She's not the best singer but well I don't think the UK wanted her to be. Look they have had a coronation and Eurovsion in the same month. Let them have this.

Look Semi-1 was an all out brawl for spots. This one was the Snooze fest. Yet somehow this is the semi of disappointments for me. See y’all Saturday for the final. How much time do you think it’s gonna run over this year?

[rviden]

Ngl I want to see Baal, Zhongli and Venti take revenge on the Harbinger reader now.

— BETRAYED BY THEIR HARBINGER S/O | PART 2

#includes — baal, zhongli, venti

#warnings — descriptions of death, blood

#pronouns — they/them

#BAAL

her heel pressed down between your shoulder blades — the pressure growing more and more as the time passed. every second that she saw you defenceless and powerless under her, bleeding and pleading for her to stop, only fuelled her anger.

“i trusted you. i believed that you had no ill intent. and i cared so deeply for you — and look what it’s come to,” every break of sentence was furthermore accentuated with a jolt of her foot, pressing your front harder into the rough ground. “the god you claimed wasn’t worth a damn thing now has your life in her hands, and the thought of revenge on her mind...” her foot left your back, but the crackling of electricity, and the purple glow you knew all to well appeared. “you’re nothing but a bug in my path — one that i will crush without regret.”

“betrayal truly is a pain in my ass-“

“when you turned your back on me and used me as if i was nothing... that was the day you sealed your fate as yet another vision in my collection,” with those words, she knelt down, keeping the sword of hers within your view, and ripped the vision from your hip. bringing it up to her eyes, inspecting the vision much like you inspected her gnosis. “it will make a fine addition to the statue however... i think it will go front and centre — a beautiful centre piece with such a wonderful story behind it.”

the half groan, half whimper at the words from her sounded like music, yet twisted her heart at the same time.

“what’s the story behind it?”

baal brought her foot to your side, and flipped you so you were laying in your back — your eyes now facing the darkening sky as rain began to poor down.

it was fitting really.

“the story?” she brought the blade of hers to hover over your chest — the electricity that made up the blade sending shocks to your skin, making you wince in pain. “a pathetic mortal — one of which served another in secret — used an archon of all people, and really thought that they would come out on top,” the tip of her blade came to rest over your heart. “now look who’s looking down upon them with a blade to their chest.”

she raised the blade above her head, looking into your eyes with a look of hatred and betrayal, with a glimmer of sadness — sadness due to the thoughts of you and her happy with one another once upon a short time ago.

“this is the end of your story.”

you could only offer a smile through the pain your were feeling. “make sure to tell my tale.”

“your tale will be wiped away as i rid my blade of your blood — but i’ll make sure to deliver your body in pieces to your beloved archon.”

her blade came down — blood splattering onto her face and hands as she listened to the last breath escape your mouth alongside your whimpers and cries.

“i’ll see you in the afterlife my darling.”

#ZHONGLI

“i wish it didn’t have to be this way, i truly mean that,” his body sat beside your own bloody, bruised, and broken one. despite holding back, zhongli had done enough damage to ensure your slow death without fully intending to.

“we could’ve been happy — we could’ve lived a long life together-“

“that’s not true and you know it, don’t be naive,” you whimpered out, desperately trying to put all of your energy into your veins to try and will yourself to sit up, but every breath, blink, and beat of your heart sent sharp and brutal pains throughout your body. “i serve a cause that is completely against all that you are, and you represent nothing but a mission.”

zhongli lowered his head, his eyes filling with tears. he knew he’d hear words that sent his mind into a scrambled mess and made his heart break into grains of crushed glass.

“a mission huh,” he sighed, trying to grab ahold of his emotions that were just a smidge out of reach. “well i suppose this is the end of that — you lived an exciting life however, and i’ll try to make the end of it quick.”

the panic rushed throughout your powerless body — trying to will your broken limbs to move in any way. to swing at the archon, to crawl away, or to shield your body from the spear he readied over your body.

moments prior, he had scanned your body, trying to decide on the quickest way to put you out of your misery, and also one that wouldn’t hurt you too much.

as much as he wanted to be mad, to bring every ounce of his power down upon you until you were buried beneath thousands of pounds of stone — he couldn’t.

because although you had taken his heart, his trust, and almost everything that made him who he is away from him, he couldn’t bring himself to wish pain upon you.

so with a teary, whisper goodbye, his spear lodged into your chest — your body growing limp immediately under him.

“goodbye y/n.”

#VENTI

venti cradled your head against his chest, tracing the features of your face, smudging around the droplets of blood that coated your skin.

it was a quick means to an end overall, and while he was fulfilled with his doings, his heart ached just as much as it did the day you betrayed him.

“i remember when i first met you, y’know that,” his gaze never lifted from your face. “it was at dilucs tavern — i was playing that night, and you had just arrived in mondstadt with nothing more then a smile that made almost everyone swoon.”

looking back, he remembers feeling special — like out of all the gentlemen and maidens in the room, he had caught your heart. your eyes had stayed trained on him despite the countless bodies coming up to your own, offering drinks and food, promises of good times, and questions about you.

but you had stayed near the small stage tucked in the corner — the bard himself stood atop it plucking away at his lyres stings, and serenading the tavern with a soft voice and his rhythmic words.

but it was all an elaborate plan to steal something of his away.

“why did you have to work for the other side,” his head smacked against the tree trunk behind him, a groan of sadness and discomfort following. “this is the last place i wanted to end up, and yet here we are.”

venti pulled your body closer to his own, giving one last squeeze before standing and laying your body at the roots — a tree that only he and friends of old knew about.

a place tucked away from the rest of the world, so you could be left in peace.

“the lousy god beat you,” he let out a small, halfhearted laugh at the revaluation. “and here — he lays you down for an eternal rest.”

he left your body there, flowers surrounding your body and a full bottle of mondstadt’s finest wine — a toast to your glory days, when all that you showed him was love and affection.

the resting place of someone he used to know.

i’m proud of baal’s and zhongli’s but i’m not sure about venti’s...

[bgyuus]

chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing. 

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*) 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go? 

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him. 

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. 

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy. 

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present! 

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life. 

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise. 

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?” 

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3 

[multifandomwhore-003]

Pregnant (Rewrite)³

Pairing: Dad! JJ Maybank x Mom! Mexican female! reader

Summary: What would've happened if you did choose to have the baby?

Genre(s): Fluff.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Ngl, school made me lose all inspo, so this is a quick headcanon so y'all don't kill me

Parts one and two are on the masterlist! 𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𓆉︎ REQUESTS OPEN, REQUEST HERE THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK Reblog if you like

-JJ Maybank was a mess the day your daughter was born

-First, he panicked

"I'm not ready to be a dad, I can't do this shit, what the fuck was I thinking?"

-John B slaps some sense into him because if you saw him like that you'd freak out too

-Then, he couldn't stop crying his eyes out the minute he held her for the first time

"She's so beautiful,"

-He was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes for the first time so that made it even more special

-She had electric blue eyes which he bragged about being his, but the more you looked at them, the more they seemed like a blend between his and your grandmother's

-She had the same eye details as him, but the color was so bright and so strong she almost looked like a doll

-She had your same tan skin color with warm undertones

-She had a cute little button nose and semi-full lips

-Long story short, she was the prettiest baby anyone in your family had seen

-JJ Maybank became a full-on 40-year-old dad the minute his girl was born

-He was still his goofy self, sure

-But, adventurous and reckless JJ who?

-Like, this mf gets more worried about the baby than you

-You had to change pediatricians like three times because he wouldn't stop calling them

-He also managed to change the baby's name at the last minute

-Florence Maybank

-Tbh you were too tired to argue your last name into the mix

-You highkey never complained about his willingness to care for her so much

-Why? Because he took care of everything

-Diaper change? Don't worry, he's got it

-Feeding time? Stay in bed because he's handling it

-Crying in the middle of the night? Expect it to be over in less than ten seconds

-To be fair, his lack of sleep was also due to online school

-Doing homework and making the baby sleep was the ultimate multitask

-What did you do? Rest, sleep, eat and play with her once in a while

-JJ was with you when you went into labor and he knows how much it hurt

-The last thing he wants is for you to get tired

-When anyone comes to visit your daughter, expect them to meet her over-protecting dad

-No touching the baby, no talking near the baby, no breathing in her direction

-One time she couldn't sleep and so you spiritually cleansed her with an egg

-It's a Mexican thing, you basically rubbed the egg around her body while whispering prayers, and once you were finished, you had to crack it in a glass of water

-Once you explained to him that you had to do that because sometimes babies get too overwhelmed with people constantly watching them, he only allows two people a day

-He doesn't let her watch horror films with you because he doesn't want her to think that's okay

-You try and convince him that your dads did that with you and you turned out fine

-He eventually gives in, but no matter how much he tries to act tough he can't watch them

-So he just leaves her with you

"If she cries she's never watching this sh- she's never watching this again,"

-He tries not to curse anymore because he doesn't want her first word to be something bad

-He cried when she smiled for the first time

"She looks so cute when she smiles,"

-He cried when she laughed for the first time

"I don't care if she laughed at someone being cut through a bread slicer, this is the happiest day of my life,"

-He cried when she crawled for the first time

"Look at her, when did she get so big?"

-He cried when she said her first word

"Did you hear that? She said my name! How the fuck is she so smart? She definitely got that from you, I could never,"

-He cried when she walked for the first time

"Is she really growing up this quickly? I just want my baby back, fuck toddlers,"

-And oh boy, don't even get me started when the 'terribles two' began

-She wasn't really the loud, annoying, tantrum-throwing type

-But only two weeks in, you figure your daughter was a Slytherin

-I mean, she is a Scorpio after all

-That bitch has got more tricks than Atlantic city

-Everything she wanted, JJ got it for her

-Sometimes she even played you too

-But it eventually fades away when she starts kindergarten

-JJ Maybank was that suburban mom who cried non-stop in the car

"And remember, if any of those assholes, I mean, kids hurt you, I'm gonna have a little chat with them, but also, be nice to everyone, don't be mean,"

-Your daughter was a social butterfly so she has no trouble making friends

-One time some other kid tried her and you were immediately called to the principal's office

"But dad said-"

"I don't care what your dad says, you can't threaten someone telling them he'll shoot them with his gun"

"But he punched me,"

"Then you punch back! And if he keeps doing it, then you tell him about the gun,"

-You apologized to the other boy's parents, they were super chill

"It's okay really, we're the ones who are sorry, we already talked to Elijah, and I mean, they're kids, they lie about the worst things all the time,"

-You just nodded and smiled

-If only they knew it was true

-You scolded JJ so much after it

-He looked like a sad puppy the entire day

"You don't want her to watch horror films but you tell her about the gun? Really JJ?"

"I didn't think someone would actually hurt her,"

"They're kids JJ, they're emotional assholes,"

-Time passes by and now she's someone's first crush

"Where did you get that?"

"Mark gave it to me,"

"It's a nice flower,"

"Yeah, I guess,"

-She comes home and puts it in a vase near her bed

-One time JJ offered to pick her up from school and he finds out

"Mark, what a stupid name"

"Let it go JJ,"

"No, who the hell does he think he is giving her chocolates and stuff?"

"He's a nice kid,"

"Nice? She doesn't deserve nice, she deserves the best"

-Things take an interesting turn when you drive her to school

"Mom, I don't like Mark but he keeps giving me gifts,"

"Then tell him,"

"I don't wanna hurt his feelings, he's my friend,"

"But if you don't tell him now, he's gonna keep liking you more and when you like someone else he's gonna get even more hurt,"

"But I already like someone else,"

"Who?"

"Samantha,"

"Mark's sister Samantha?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh, this is gonna be messy,"

-Mark eventually gets over it and now all three of them spend time together

-You know when you had your first boyfriend/girlfriend when you were a kid?

-Yeah, Florence has a girlfriend

"Well, at least she's not with Mark,"

"I swear to god if that girl hurts her-"

"You will give her all your love and you'll help her get over it, okay?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I was gonna say,"

"Right,"

-Unfortunately, not all parents were as open-minded as you

"Fine, I'll tell her to stop saying Samantha is her girlfriend if you apply this rule to all these motherfuckers- I mean kids, she's not doing anything the other ones aren't, she has a crush, her crush likes her and now they're saying they're together, I did that too when I was kid, so you better not be telling me this just because it's between two girls because if that's the reason, my lawyer will make sure you will never work as a principal again,"

"Miss Ruiz-"

"And this is not a threat, it's a promise, so unless you talk to the other parents, you better lawyer up asshole because I'm not coming back for thirty percent, I'm coming for everything,"

"Is that a reference from 'Social Network'?"

-JJ swears that's the hottest thing he's ever seen you do

-And Florence brags about how her mom was the one who got the principal fired

-We've now reached Florence's teen years

-She has her quinceañera party

-JJ cried in the waltz

-And you also plan a family trip through Europe

-Amsterdam, London, Vienna, Prague, Munich, and Spain (All of these are based on my personal experience since I was there)

-Amsterdam was more for you than her, but it was nice to feel young and stupid again

-You all stayed in different rooms so there was a lot of everything

-Weed in every shape or form

-Sex

-Drinking

-Since JJ couldn't surf while being away, he went out for morning jogs

-You had never thought sweat looked sexier

-They say you've never truly experienced Amsterdam if you've never seen a live sex show

-Florence and your dads stayed in their rooms that day

-Let's just say the next morning neither of you could walk

-London was cute

-JJ couldn't stop butchering the British accent

-He actually got quite good at it after hearing all the locals

- You guys went to Kensington

-Buckingham

-Trafalgar Square, where you encountered a whole bunch of hooligans

-JJ had seen a documentary on these guys, which is why he didn't even think about fighting them

-The Big Ben

-Windsor

-Piccadilly circus

-Vienna was so effing beautiful

-Everything was so pretty

-But the highlight of your entire time there was an opera you attended

-It was just so romantic and magical

-After the show, you went to dinner with JJ

-He proposed

"Will you marry this dingus?"

"Yes,"

-You both cried, a lot

-Prague was also really pretty

-Florence was the one who enjoyed it the most

-Beautiful women everywhere you looked

-JJ would constantly scold her for staying behind

"Would you stop looking at women?"

"You're looking at them too,"

"Yeah well, I admire their beauty for a second, I don't drool all over them,"

-Munich was something else

-You planned on going to the Neuschwanstein castle

-The ride to the village it was located was so fascinating

-The entire road looked like a fairytale

-There was a place where all the houses looked like elf houses

-Little cottages with adorable gardens

-When you got to the village, you had to hike all the way up to the castle

-You could go on a horse ride, but you decided not to

-You regretted that decision pretty quickly as you saw that the horses would leave their shits anywhere

-But the grossest part weren't the shits, you couldn't even see those

-They were all covered in mountains of flies

-And every time anyone would go near them, they would all fly away, causing everyone to scream

-Everything got better once you reached the top

-When the quick tour through the inside finished, at the end they showed you a balcony

-The landscape looked like a painting, you refused to believe it was real

-Everything just seemed so perfectly placed

-Madrid was incredible

-You spent an entire week there

-The first three days were a nonstop tour

-And the last four you spent it shopping, relaxing, going out at night and also having sex

-But then you returned home and none of you could move for an entire week

-School began

-Florence had a glow up

-And much to her dad's misfortune, she's gorgeous

"If I see one more of these horny bitches look her way I will punch them,"

"You were a horny bitch once too,"

"Exactly, which is why we have her in the first place,"

"JJ, she's a lesbian,"

"Have you not heard of trans women Y/N?"

-It doesn't matter how soft Florence's girlfriend looks, JJ will never let his guard down

"You're not staying in the same room as your girlfriend young lady, you stay in your room and Emma can stay in ours, your mom and I will sleep on the couch,"

"We will?"

"Mom-"

"You better not drag your mother into this, her house, my rules,"

-It's not that he doesn't like Florence's girlfriends

-The problem is that Florence just happens to have his charisma and ability to flirt

-So he knows exactly what she's capable of

-Although, he thanked whatever mystical and omnipotent being out there for her not to be adventurous

-Florence liked to party and hang out, but she had her priorities straight

-First school and family, then everything else

-She's not gonna go on a treasure hunt where she would risk it all

-You guys got married and it was perfect

-JJ suggested you'd do it in vegas with just the two of you first and then you'd have a real wedding

-So that's what you did

-To be honest, you were drunk and giggling the entire time

-But it was special

-At your real wedding tho

-Things got insane

-He cried when you were walking down the aisle

-He cried when he was saying his vows

-You also cried a whole bunch

-Because your family was Mexican

-They had to call the cops on how loud you were

-You managed to get out of it, and then you didn't care

-Kiara was your maid of honor

-Pope was JJ's best man

-You did have a bachelor and bachelorette party

-Kiara and Sarah hired a limousine and stuff

-It was really just dumb and fun

-Since Pope planned JJ's party it was just them three getting knocked out drunk at a bar

-They're banned from that bar now

-And there's also a picture of JJ and Pope kissing because the bartender dared them

-JJ Maybank never backs down from a dare

-Time jump, Florence gets accepted into UCLA

-He cries when she goes to college

"Dad, I'll come to visit you in the holidays,"

"No you won't,  by that time you'll have a beautiful girlfriend who you'll spend the holidays with,"

"Dad, I promise I'll come at least once a year,"

"You better,"

-JJ cried for a month after she left

-He would look through her baby pictures

"I miss our little baby,"

"I know,"

-And Florence did keep her promise

-She'd come home for Christmas and thanksgiving

-And occasionally in the summer

-I dunno how to end this so I'm just gonna go now

-Love you whores

-Bye

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿. ҂ 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

request:

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests rn lol but I was wondering if you can write a clay imagine? It can be smut or anything lol

pairing: dream x fm!reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, calling dream clay, cliche apocalypse au, blood, kinda sad ngl

word count: ~3000

links: ao3

a/n: Hi everyone. I have no idea what this is, but if you like it let me know! I was struggling with coming up with something for dream but here we are on a crackpot tangent. N E WAY, thank you for all your support and requests! Have a great week and happy reading ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

Soapy bubbles clung to your arms as you pressed your hands into the hot water, sighing as you reached the bottom of the sink. You didn’t care about the murky discoloration of the water from the stack of dishes you had just polished off. You attempted to let the stress of your day roll off your shoulders to mix into that same water. Call it a baptism, but the solace you got standing before the sink, pouring your emotions into the dark, louring water was comparable to nothing. The radio buzzed with slight static as the station attempted to break through the heavy interference.

That was until three long pulses echoed over the station, making your skin crawl as if an unseen force were intruding on your alone time. You stood up straighter, water dripping down your arms and splashing on the linoleum floor beneath you as you listened to the grizzled news broadcaster read from an obviously unedited announcement. The world outside of your apartment seemed to still, silence echoing through the streets where shrilling sirens lived only moments before.

“Breaking news… NASA has just verified that the mystery asteroid is, in fact, in danger of crashing into the Earth… As of this moment-” His voice cut out, your radio buzzing into static. In a panicked effort, you vaulted across your kitchen, slipping on the dishwater in the process as you tumbled to the ground. Before the pain could set in, you climbed to your feet, smacking your hand atop of the radio. It finally crackled back to life as you twisted at the dials feverishly. “... three days. To repeat, there is a countdown on the NASA website… take shelter when the time nears.”

Your ears rang alongside the three pulses to indicate the message was over. You were in denial, figuring there was no way this asteroid was actually going to obliterate the Earth. Surely, it was a joke. Everyone had been making memes of the space rock since it was picked up on NASA’s radar a month prior. Surely, this was just a test.

You waited for the city to come back to life, but everything remained still. After everything you’d all been through in the last year, an asteroid was going to be the end.

A sharp and urgent knock hammered against your door, making you jump a few feet in the air. Before you could move to see who it was, the person was already through the threshold. You peered around the corner of the kitchen and down the hall, your gaze meeting a pair of dark green irises. Clay’s towering figure stalked toward you, his eyes brimming with tears and panic. He pulled you into his embrace rather hurriedly, as if he’d been itching to wrap around you before he broke down.

The hint of cologne clouding the air around the two of you suggested that he was on his way out. As your hands followed their muscle memory to grip onto his clothes, he dug his face into the crook of your neck. It was becoming clear that even if you weren’t responding to your best friend’s need, he was going to take it from you.

He pulled away from you slightly. Your mind had gone completely silent as he looked at you, his attention struggling to focus on one part of your face. Your body felt numb and your tongue had gone dry. His gaze traveled towards the ground and he stepped back slightly, worry spreading across his features as he clamped his hand around your forearm.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” His voice cracked slightly as he dug into the drawer beside you to find a towel. You furrowed your brows before finally catching sight of the blood seeping from your arm and between his fingers. His hand was large enough that it nearly served as its own bandage.

He tugged you behind him towards your bathroom. “I fell…” You mumbled, your mind now racing with questions. Why couldn’t you feel the cut? Or his hands? He pushed you upwards to sit on the bathroom counter, his crimson hands shaking slightly as he rinsed them off. Your fingers tightened around the towel holding your wound together. As he focused on the task before him, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. He rolled his head on his shoulders and took a deep breath to steady himself as fished through your First Aid kit.

“I was on my way to Nick’s and I heard the news. I’m…” He brought his arm up slightly to brush away a few tears against his shoulder. He pulled open a package with his teeth. You watched him carefully as he worked to clean you up. His blond locks hung over his eyes, curling around his ears and twisting about as he focused and you could almost hear his mother’s voice telling him he needed a haircut.

Your chest ached. “Clay, I think I’m having some kind of a breakdown,” you mumbled, your own eyes prickling with tears as he looked up at you quickly. Usually, you were the one that kept it together. It had been like that since the two of you were teenagers. Despite the fact that Clay’s tall, muscular stature gave off the appearance of an intimidating being. In actuality he always let his emotions get the best of him, leaving you in charge of being the rational one.

But as he patched up your arm and struggled not to fall apart, the reality was settling in to weigh heavily on your shoulders.

He began to talk softly to you---much like you usually did for him---making sure his touches were delicate and slow. While his hands were coarse from years of football and building decks with his dad in the summers when the two of you were younger, they were so tender when dealing with you. He cradled you as if you would break at the slightest flex of his finger.

“Why didn’t you just go to Nick’s?” You asked him once he’d finished bandaging your arm and had begun rewashing his hands. The scarlet water in the sink looked almost surreal after you’d been staring so long at the caliginous dishwater. He rested his hands on the edge of the sink, his eyes flashing up to look at himself in the mirror before chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Your hand traveled up his arm, his skin warm beneath your touch as you tugged on his bicep to bring him closer to you. He moved to wrap you in his embrace once again, his breath melding into your hair as his fingers closed around the fabric of your shirt. “I’d rather spend the end of the world with you,” he barely whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder softly.

You pulled away from him gently, his forehead moving to rest against your own. One of his hands moved to brush into your hair, his fingers finding purchase against your neck. The familiar smell of smoky vanilla and sage seeped into your mind at his closeness. You thought about your first kiss shared in “the name of science,” after you turned fourteen. Clay had been so awkward in his body at that time; his hair shaggy, stretch marks along his knees from his growth spurt, and a growing realization that you were in fact, a member of the opposite sex.

The Clay before you, even in his state of anguish and anxiety, stood with a cockiness that that Clay couldn’t have even dreamt of. His thumb glossed over your jaw, his eyes cast down as if his mind was wreaking havoc on his movements. Cautiously, you leaned towards him, sealing the space between the two of you as your lips pressed against his. The air of catastrophe seemed to dissipate around you as he pulled you tighter against him. The taste of mint and a faint whisper of fruit from the gum he always chewed blended against your tongue. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, wanting him pressed to you as close as he could be.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms as he made his way to your bedroom. As your back hit the mattress, Clay’s lips were back on yours, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to tug the fabric over his head. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones, his tongue ghosting against any mark that formed on your skin from his teeth. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming. He pushed your shirt off and you wiggled out of your sweatpants.

His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. “I want you, Clay,” you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants. It was clear that even as the timer clicked away the minutes the two of you had together, you wanted to savor him. If the world ended now as the two of you were in each other’s embrace, you would be fulfilled.

He smirked slightly at your words, his lips finding your neck once again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that,” he moaned, pressing a kiss behind your ear. He slunk down to press his lips against your stomach, moving slowly up your body to bury his face in your hair, grinding his hips against yours. You fought not to roll your eyes as you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, pulling his pants off. He pressed his lips against yours, humming into the kiss as you wrapped your leg around one of his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, grinding against him.

As Clay pushed himself into you, your whole body relaxed as if he were made for you. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, letting you adjust to him. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm, the angle bringing your thigh to rest against his side. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper.

You began to feel every inch of him in you as his hips ground against yours. Clay’s lips left yours to press against your jaw and your ear, one of his hands interlocking with yours, binding the two of you further together in the act. It was his carefulness of your forearm that sent a shock wave through your body as you were bitterly reminded that instead of a lifetime of cherishing moments like this, the two of you were cursed into his disaster arc.

His hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as you pulled him down to you again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so, making him pick up his pace. His other hand pressed against the side of your neck, bringing your skin closer to his lips as he pressed open mouth kisses to the landscape of your neck, thrusting into you and making the tension in your body tighten with pleasure. Your arms moved to wrap around Clay’s torso, pressing your lips against his shoulder as he moved. Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure.

As you laid beside him, he played with your fingers, the quietness between the two of you nearly comforting. There was almost the question of “what now” hanging in the air.

A knock came at your door once again, your heart dropping slightly at who the person could be. You shot a look to Clay before pulling on one of the discarded shirts and your shorts from earlier. Your apartment was cold after being in bed with Clay, the air nipping at your skin and sending a shiver down your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the billboard beside your window had the countdown displayed in heavy red numbers. You swallowed your uneasiness and opened your door.

Nick stood before you, his eyebrows slightly perked at---what you could only assume---your unkempt appearance. He wet his lips briefly. “Dream’s here right?” He asked, peering over your head a bit. You silently opened your door completely, letting him inside. Clay came out of your bedroom, tugging a hoodie over his head that he had previously shoved in one of your drawers. As Nick eyed him, it seemed like he’d forgotten whatever serious matter he needed Clay for. Instead of the skittish expression, Nick’s face twisted into a knowingly smug quip.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, moving down the hallway and into your kitchen. “What’s up?” He queried Nick. You followed the two of them as Nick began to ramble about the end of the world.

Your chest tightened at his words as you took a seat at your kitchen counter. Clay uncapped a beer, leaning on the marble across from you. “There’s a bunker nearby. It belongs to some random old guy but I know some people who can get us a spot,” Nick muttered almost as if he were worried your neighbors would hear and sabotage his plans. He looked between the two of you quickly. “I think it’s worth a shot.”

You watched Clay closely as he thought, his expression nearly blank due to his somberness. You could practically hear the clock ticking away outside as the red light began to seep into your apartment. Clay chewed the inside of his cheek. “What do you think?” He asked, suddenly breaking the deafening silence and turning to you. “I wanna go where you go.” He looked almost like a child as he said this, but you were grateful he wanted to be with you in the end.

You tore your eyes from him, focusing on the ring forming in your sink from the dishwater that you hadn’t had the opportunity to drain. Your mind raced with the possibility that Nick was offering. “What’s the worst that can happen? We’re dying anyway, right?” You responded wearily.

And that’s how you found yourself packed into an underground shelter, Clay’s body pressed against yours as nameless people crowded the dense area. Nick huddled against the two of you, the asteroid’s timer serving as a foreboding heartbeat as it reminded you all that these were the last moments of your life. Clay’s arm tightened around your shoulders as you buried your face in the softness of his sweatshirt. Your legs were going numb from sitting on the ground with your knees folded to your chest, but you didn’t dare move from his grasp. Nick’s side dug into your own as he attempted to shrug away from the hysterical woman beside him whispering to herself.

Only the mumbling of prayers and lamenting sobs broke up the lulling music playing over a small Ham radio resting on a bookshelf in the corner. The tune reminded you of an eerie scene in a movie from the ‘60s. As the song faded, a newscaster began to discuss the timer, wishing that everyone was with loved ones and had spent the last of their money.

And then the final ten seconds came. Your fingers threaded with Clay’s as he pressed a lasting kiss to your forehead.

“... Nine. Eight…”

Nick leaned into you. The two of you had never really been close, but on your journey to the bunker, he'd become a companion to you just as much as he was Clay's.

“... Seven. Six…”

You let your mind travel to your past, prom in particular. When Clay shut the skirt of your dress in his passenger door by accident. You were so mad at him for finding humor in the situation.

“... Five. Four…”

You thought about the week prior when you were considering skipping a lecture because you were tired. What you wouldn’t give to go back to the simplicity of problems like that.

“... Three. Two…”

You hugged Clay tighter to you, hoping that if you both got blasted into whatever kind of eternity was waiting, you’d land at the same time.

“... One.”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, even the newscaster. The silence was painful as you all waited.

Clay and Nick moved quickly, looking around the room. You furrowed your brows at them, your grip tightening around the front of Clay’s sweater. “Do you hear that?” Clay stated, his voice coming out rushed. Nick nodded, watching as the rest of the men in the bunker began to talk amongst themselves. You couldn’t hear anything, worry settling.

“What?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

Clay pushed himself to sit up away from the wall, dragging you up with him. “How can you not hear that?” He urged mildly. Fear began to pick at your nerves as you noticed the same reactions filling the shelter. Nick stood up, following some of the other guys who heard whatever they were talking about. Clay slipped from your grasp. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered and you grabbed his hand. His eyes flashed a different color as he looked at you.

A few of the women followed the group, attempting to get their companion’s attention before one of them opened the shelter door.

[kurokoros]

avarice | kuroo

Rated: M

Words: 6.7K

Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: The lingerie you’re wearing is all delicate lace and shiny bows, just begging for him to unwrap you like a present. And he supposes that’s exactly what you are: a little toy for him to play with.

AN: A very happy birthday to Kuroo. As for everyone else... I’m sorry lol Also sorry for any mistakes/typos! I wrote like 4K of this fic today, and I just don’t want to edit tonight.

Warnings: smut, cock worship (?) oral (giving) blowjobs, face-fucking, deepthroating, swallowing, lingerie/formalwear, pet play (use of “pet”, cat ears, and... a tail), anal play, double penetration, teasing (kuroo’s kind of a bastard in this ngl), dirty talk (praise/degradation), biting, light bondage, mild choking, hair-pulling, spanking, rough sex, orgasm control, minor overstimulation, creampie

There’s just something about seeing you in lingerie that Kuroo loves.

And the set you’re wearing now might just be his new favorite. It’s a recent addition to your collection, bought especially for tonight, and he can’t help but stare, eyes roaming over you slowly. Cherry red silk is a vibrant pop of color against your skin, contrasted beautifully with black lace that looks soft to the touch. Sheer, black stockings cling to your thighs. But it’s the garter belt that makes him pause, makes his fingers itch to tug on the strap and let it snap back against your skin just to hear one of those slutty little squeaks comes tumbling out of your pretty mouth. Soft, fluffy cat ears are perched on the top of your head as an added bonus, a treat that took just a little coaxing. Something about them made you surprisingly shy, but that only made him want to ruin you more.

And now look at you? The lingerie you’re wearing is all delicate lace and shiny bows, just begging for him to unwrap you like a present. And he supposes that’s exactly what you are: a little toy for him to play with.

Oh, but he’s going to make you feel good, too. He always does.

Kuroo leans back in his chair, watching as you fidget under his heated stare, wet and needy. Your thighs rub together as you kneel on the floor, trying to ignore the cold, hard bite of the floor beneath you. Already, you’re practically squirming for him, and he hasn’t even touched you yet, content to draw things out until you’re practically begging. It’s raw anticipation that has you trembling, your stomach in knots and your breathing uneven.

It’s unfair, how relaxed he is in comparison. Perfectly at ease while you’ve been reduced to a mess. The only thing keeping you still is the promise of your patience being rewarded.

Aware of your eyes on him, Kuroo shifts in his own seat, spreading his legs wider just to tease you. And you fall for it, unable to stop your gaze from dropping to his muscled thighs and the outline of his cock straining against his slacks. Amusement flickers in his eyes when you force yours back to his face, but he doesn’t reprimand you.

“Come here, kitten,” he says, beckoning you forward with one hand. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth when you do as you’re told, and you shiver under the look he sends you. Gold eyes latch onto the gentle sway of your hips as you crawl across the short distance to him, greedy and possessive in the way they trace your curves, drinking in every inch of your bare skin.

As soon as you’re within reach, he grasps your chin between his fingers and thumb, tilting your head to meet his eyes. You lean into his touch as he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, sighing. But Kuroo doesn’t linger there. He loosens his grip on your jaw. The tips of his fingers brush against you sweetly before he shifts his touch, tracing the curve of your neck.

One of his fingers slips beneath the choker wrapped around your throat, tugging you forward. The bell around your neck jingles, and your breath hitches, but you let him pull you closer. Kuroo leads you towards him until your hands are braced on his spread thighs, dangerously close to his cock.

He pulls harder on the choker, incessant. The soft velvet digs into your neck, and you gasp. The bell jingles again as Kuroo flicks it lazily, sending the tiny ball pattering against your sensitive skin. You shudder as the cold steel teases your throat, contrasting with the heat of his hand. For a second, he toys with the bell, rolling his thumb over it as he stares down at you, gaze predatory.  

Letting go of the collar, Kuroo rubs his thumb against your cheek affectionately, that avarice glint in his eyes never disappearing.

“What a good girl,” he says as you melt into his touch. Your eyes flutter shut briefly, relishing in the gentle touch, but knowing it won’t last. Forcing your gaze back to his, you’re unsurprised to be met with his own mischievous one. He taps his fingers against the underside of your jaw. One at a time. A slow, steady rhythm. He stares at you a little longer, head cocked to one side as if contemplating something. “No,” he muses, “My good little pet.”

The last word is sneered mockingly, and you squeeze your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to soothe the needy ache between your legs. Those pretty, lacy panties he bought you are beyond ruined already. Drenched in your arousal. Slick drips down your inner thighs, soaking into the tops of your stockings.

Kuroo grabs you by the jaw again. His fingers dig into you harshly, making you wince. “Are you gonna behave for me, kitten?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe back to him, response automatic. His firm tone and harsh grip demand your attention. And you know you should focus on what he’s saying, but you can’t stop your gaze from dropping to his cock. Just for a second. Foolishly thinking he won’t notice—he always does. It takes a moment too long for you to catch yourself, but it’s too late. Both of you know you’ve made a mistake.

The fingers gripping your chin force your head back up. Amusement flashes in his eyes as soon as your gaze snaps back up to meet his, more malicious than playful. “You that desperate to choke on my cock that you’re ignoring me?” There’s a warning laced in that question. Either way you answer, you’ll be in trouble. But that’s exactly what he wants. It’s all part of the game. “Greedy little slut. Go ahead then, if you want it that bad.” He pats his thigh, directing your gaze back down to his crotch.

To someone else it might seem like an invitation, but you know better. It’s a command.

Still on your knees, you shuffle forward until the chair he’s sitting on is pressed up against your abdomen. The hard wood digs into you, cold and uncomfortable, but Kuroo is warm beneath your hands. Your fingers tremble as they slide over his inner thighs. The feeling of your palms rubbing over the firm muscle beneath his dark pants makes him hum, and you bite your lip at the quiet noise.

His belt jingles as it comes undone, metal and leather falling apart until the deft work of your fingers. Kuroo huffs a laugh as you tug a little too eagerly on his zipper, yanking it down roughly, but he doesn’t stop you from pulling his cock from the confines of his slacks.

A low groan rumbles in his chest as your cool fingers wrap around the base of his cock. Kuroo spreads his legs wider, giving you more room to work as you stroke him slowly, tracing your finger along the prominent vein running along his dick. Your grip tightens the way he likes it, and your thumb circles the flushed tip, smearing the pre-cum already leaking from the slit.

He watches through half-lidded eyes as your hand slides back down his shaft and you start to lean in, breath fanning over his cock. Kuroo lifts his hand from where it was resting lazily on his thigh, reaching for you instead. He’s careful not to dislodge the fluffy ears from the top of your head as he strokes your hair away from your face.

The slightest amount of pressure is applied to the back of your head, pulling you in closer. The suggestion of a choice when there isn’t one.

Willingly, you allow him to drag you down to his lap. You take the head of his cock into your mouth without hesitation, humming as the heavy weight of it settles against your tongue. The wet muscle swirls around him slowly, tasting him, and Kuroo makes an approving sound in the back of his throat. Briefly, he leans his head back and closes his eyes as you bob your head just a little, sucking on the head. As he pets your hair encouragingly, you lean in, taking him further into your wet mouth, like he’s wordlessly telling you to do. Deft fingers weave through your hair as you swallow around him.

Taking half of his length into your mouth, you tease your tongue against the underside of his cock before pulling away again. You’re rewarded with a low groan from the man above you. He tugs at your hair as you pick up a slow, steady rhythm, taking your time as you suck him off. Teasing him, though you know it’ll only get you in trouble.

The thought has your thighs rubbing together as subtly as you can manage, a surge of heat rushing to your neglected pussy. It isn’t subtle enough. Or maybe he’s just to clever to miss it. Either way, Kuroo’s catlike eyes easily notice the way you’re squirming.

A needy whimper vibrates around his cock, and Kuroo scoffs condescendingly.

He rubs the pad of his thumb against the corner of your mouth. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, swallowing around him again, and he can feel the tremble of your tongue against the underside of his cock. “You like sucking me off that much?” he asks, cupping your jaw in his hand. Kuroo can’t help but think how pretty you look like this, on your knees for him with your lips wrapped around his thick cock. Only half of his dick is in shoved into your mouth and you’re already struggling to take him. He can’t wait to watch you choke on him. “I bet you’re so wet already, kitten. Just from having my dick stuffed down your throat. Such a little slut for a nice, fat cock.”

You squeeze your legs together tighter, feeling hot under his gaze. The belittling words hit you in your chest, and you moan around him. It only makes him more smug. Suddenly, you want to wipe that smirk off his face. Consequences be damned.

Before you can stop yourself, you surge forward, catching him off guard as you relax your jaw and take him deeper into your mouth. Nearly choking yourself on his cock. You struggle, gagging around him, but force yourself to stay like that as Kuroo throws his head back with a groan. As his eyes start to flutter shut, you pull back until only the head of his cock is left in your mouth. You glance up at Kuroo again, purposely swirling your tongue around him before you suck.

“Fuck.” His free hand grasps the arm of the chair with a vice grip, knuckles white from the pressure. Kuroo pulls your hair a little harder, making you whine around him. Forcing his eyes open again, he catches sight of the pleased, almost smug, look in your eyes a second before you can hide it from him. His grip shifts in your hair, and you yelp as he yanks you back. His cock slides out of your mouth with a lewd, wet sound. You gasp for breath, wincing at the sting in your scalp.

“Brat,” he hisses between his teeth, gold eyes narrowed dangerously. He lets go of your hair only to grab your jaw. His fingers dig into you, his grip bruising, and you whimper as he forces your mouth open. Like earlier, his thumb rubs against your cheek, but this time there’s nothing sweet about it. “If you’re gonna suck my cock, suck it right.”

The hand on your jaw yanks you forward impatiently, and you try not to gag as he shoves his cock into the back of your throat. Your fingers dig into his thighs. Tears well in your eyes. Your lips are wrapped around him obscenely, your nose just barely brushing against his abdomen. An ache forms in your jaw, the stretch catching you off guard.

He groans as your throat constricts around him, and you whimper as he holds you there. Kuroo slips his fingers into your hair, letting you slide partway off his cock as you gasp and sputter, only to drag you forward again, forcing you to choke on him. The rough treatment only makes you wetter.

“Come on, kitten, none of that.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away a tear as it slips down your cheek. You’re making a mess of his lap, saliva dribbling around his cock and staining the front of his pants. “What’s wrong?” Kuroo’s tone is mocking as starts to buck his hips, fucking your mouth. “I thought you wanted to choke on my cock?”

You grasp desperately at his thighs for something to hold onto as Kuroo grabs a fistful of your hair and starts to drag your mouth up and down on his cock. The pace he sets is fast and harsh. On your head, the car ears shift, but don’t slip, somehow staying in place despite his roughness. Filthy, wet noises punctuate each thrust, and Kuroo seems to feed off the sounds you make around his dick, moans muffled as you choke. The bell around your neck jingles with each thrust.

He’s using you just like a little toy. His pretty pet. Disciplining you for being disobedient earlier.

You think you’re getting off on it more than him, being punished like this. Arousal swirls in your belly, but there’s nothing to soothe the ache between your legs. You’re empty and needy, and Kuroo’s going to keep you like that until you’re begging and crying for him to touch you.

Through teary eyes, you peek up at him, finding Kuroo already staring down at you. Something in your expression sets him off. Your eyes hazy and wet, pupils blown wide with arousal. Spit leaking around his cock from your stretched mouth and swollen lips. “Shit.” He groans when you swallow around him, your throat starting to relax as he fucks your mouth. His thighs tense under your hands, muscles taut. Kuroo grits his teeth, grunting. His pace stutters, his cock twitching against your tongue. You swallow again, sucking, and his grip on your hair tightens until it hurts.

Kuroo yanks you down on him, stuffing his cock down your throat and cumming in your mouth with a low, satisfied moan. You have no choice but to swallow it down, sputtering and choking as he fills your mouth.

The hand grasping your hair drags you back slowly, Kuroo hissing at the sensitivity as you give his cock one last suck before it bobs free. You gasp as soon as his dick leaves your mouth, taking in a greedy gulp of air. Much gentler than before, Kuroo strokes the back of your head, petting you as you catch your breath. He tugs his fingers free of your hair, cupping your jaw instead, and you lean into his warm hand as he rubs your cheek.

His free hand pats his thigh, a gesture that you recognize. The grip you have on his legs is the only thing holding you steady as you rise on shaking legs and crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Kuroo wraps his arm around your lower back, pulling you flush against his chest. You curl into him, soaking in his affection. Saliva and cum smear against your skin as his cock rubs against your inner thigh, still hard and hot beneath you. Kuroo hisses at the sensitivity, gritting his teeth.

Some of his cum slips from the corner of your mouth, dribbling towards your chin. Kuroo catches the milky fluid on his thumb before it can drip and make a mess. He presses the digit to your lips. Knowing what he wants, you part your lips for him, greedily taking his finger into your warm, wet mouth and sucking slowly.

“That’s it,” he coos at you as your tongue swirls around the tip of his finger. “You did so good for me, kitten. Such a good girl.” You give his finger one more suck before he pulls the digit from your mouth with a wet pop and goes back to cradling your cheek in his palm. “I bet you think you deserve a reward for that, don’t you?”

He tilts your head to the side, exposing more of your delicate neck and the collar around your throat. It looks even better up close. His shifts his hand from your jaw to the side of your neck, long fingers curling around your throat. The threat of him squeezing makes your breath hitch, but he only slips a finger beneath the velvet lining and rubs. The bell makes another soft sound.

Kuroo’s mouth finds the soft skin of your neck as you raise your trembling hands to the front of his jacket, grounding yourself against him. He kisses just under your jaw, nipping at you. It doesn’t hurt, but his teeth surprise you, and you mewl as his sucks and nibbles at that spot. Once he’s satisfied with the mark he’s made, Kuroo leans back. Cold air is blown over your wet skin, and you flinch, making him chuckle before he moves lower.

It doesn’t take long for him to find your sweet spot. Whimpering, you tilt your head further to the side, giving him more room. An appreciative hum vibrates against you, and you whisper a breathy, “Please.”

A pause. “Please what?” he asks, grabbing your hips to still you as you try to grind down against him. You huff, squirming, and he smacks the outside of your thigh as a warning. “Come on, kitten, use your words.”

“Please, sir,” you repeat, correcting yourself with a whimper. “I need you.” It’s a weak attempt to get him to touch you, but you’re too distracted by his mouth on your neck to form another sentence. Too horny to think about anything else but his cock stretching you out as he fucks you from behind.

Humming to himself, Kuroo rolls his hips against your leg, rubbing his cock against your inner thigh. “I think you can do better than that,” he says after a moment. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Frustrated and painfully aroused, you can’t help but snap at him. “You know what I want.”

This time he bites you. Hard. His teeth dig into the side of your neck until you wince, flinching away from the sting. But Kuroo forces you to take it until the pain makes you moan. His hands squeeze your hips, holding them in place so you can’t squirm away. The lick of pain turns to pleasure, and he only lets you go when your back arches and your breathing gets heavy.

“You gonna keep acting like a fucking brat?” The evenness of his tone is betrayed by a firm edge that makes your cunt clench around nothing.

You shake your head, frustrated tears burning in your eyes. Any other time he would make you answer him verbally, but the sight of your watery eyes makes him soften.

He coos at you, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips as he kisses your temple. “I know, kitten,” he murmurs. “You want me to fuck you nice and hard, don’t you? Stuff you full of my cock and cum until you can’t take any more. That’s what you want. And I’ll give you all of it. But I wanna hear you beg first.”

As he speaks, he rubs his hands over your thighs, flirting with the hem of your stockings before slipping a finger beneath the strap of your garter belt. You cry out when he lets it snap against your skin, finally giving him one of those slutty little squeaks he’s been waiting for all night. He thinks about doing it again. Maybe you’ll cry out his name this time if he does. Beg like he wants you to. But there’s something else his fingers are itching to do.

You jerk when his hands slide around to grope your ass, spreading you apart from behind. Your cheeks burn with heat, embarrassed, and it doesn’t take long for him to figure out why.

Soft fur brushes against his fingers, and he smirks as it tickles the back of his hand. How he didn’t notice it before, he isn’t sure. Maybe he was just too distracted by the way your lips wrapped around his cock to notice the fluffy tail dangling behind you.

You gasp as he gives it an experimental tug, jostling the plug buried in your ass. Kuroo chuckles when you bury your face in the crook of his neck, mewling and pressing your breasts up against his chest as you clench your fingers in the front of his suit. With you curling into his chest in embarrassment, he can see over your shoulder, getting a good look at the black tail that’s a perfect match for those cute cat ears he gave you the other day.

Keeping one hand on your ass, he spreads your cheeks wider. His other hand wraps around the base of the tail, stroking it all the way to the tip, marveling at it. Silky fur tickles the backs of your thighs as he lets it drop, and you moan, grinding down against his lap desperately.

He lets you get away with it, for now, enthralled with the new toy that’s making you feel so, so good. “What’s this?” Kuroo asks rhetorically, tugging on the plug a little harder. The amused lilt to the question only mortifies you, but the humiliation is outweighed by excitement. “I knew you were kinky baby, but fuck. Can’t say I was expecting this.” He slaps your ass, watching you clench around the toy. “That feel good?”

“Yes,” you mewl, response muffled against his neck. The plug in your ass is long and blunt. Slightly curved in a way that fits you perfectly. It doesn’t fill you up like his cock, only making you more desperate to have him inside you, too. Kuroo presses his thumb against the base, and you make a needy, intelligible sound, practically dripping all over his lap.

The pad of his thumb rubs against your stinging cheek. “You really are my good little pet, huh?” He bites back a hiss as you unintentionally grind against his cock. “Such a naughty slut. Is my cock not enough for you? Need something stretching out that cute ass of yours, too?”

Half-drunk on his words, you only nod deliriously. You’ll agree to just about anything right now if it’ll get him to do something. You press your lips against his neck, kissing and nibbling at the bare skin within your reach.

“I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with that plug inside you,” he says as you fumble with the buttons on his jacket. You huff, giving up, and he smirks as you rip open his suit. A button snags and pops off, falling to the floor, but he doesn’t stop you from shoving his jacket over his shoulders. You only get more frustrated when the fabric catches, the back of the chair blocking you. Giving up, you turn your attention back to his neck, sucking just above the collar of his shirt. “You’re gonna look so pretty whining around my cock, begging me to fuck you harder.”

There are still too many layers between you. He picked a three-piece suit just to torture you with it. Your hands slide down his chest and tug at the buttons you come across, unsure if it’s his shirt or vest, but simply not caring. All you want is to feel his skin against yours.

“Tetsu,” you mewl as he gives the tail another firm tug, pulling just enough for the thickest part of the plug to stretch you out again. He lets your use of his name slip, for now. After all, you’ve been so good for him so far. His pretty little pet. There’ll be plenty of time to punish you for it later. And he knows exactly how he’s going to do it.

“Please, please. I want you to fuck me,” you babble, only half-aware of the words coming out of your mouth. “I want your cock inside me. Please, Tetsu, I want you so bad. It hurts.”

The needy tone of your voice goes right to his throbbing cock. Kuroo places his hand against your bare back, trailing his fingers over the dip of your spine all the way to the back of your neck. You squeal as he fists his hand in your hair and yanks you away from his neck.

“Bed. Now.” The words are bitten out around a harsh kiss. He smacks the outside of your thigh, and you slide off of his lap onto trembling legs, barely able to hold yourself up. Gold eyes pierce through you as you take a step back. You turn on your heel at the stern look he sends you, stumbling forward with a yelp as Kuroo slaps your ass harder than before. The sting lingers.

He’s on his feet a second later, following you to the bed much slower. Kuroo drops his jacket at the foot of the chair, and his vest is shrugged off before he’s halfway across the room. As you crawl onto the bed, he rips at the buttons of his black dress shirt, revealing his bare chest to your wandering eyes. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, his strong forearms tense.

You settle onto your hands and knees, ready to bend over before he can tell you to. He loves seeing you with your ass in the air, your face buried against the blankets in an attempt to muffle your moans and sobs as he fucks your pretty pussy.

You’re trembling with anticipation by the time he reaches you, but Kuroo doesn’t climb onto the bed yet. Instead, he grasps your chin in his palm, tugging you to face him and drawing you in for another passionate kiss that makes you feel dizzy. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away, nipping at you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he mumbles against your lips. Pressing another fleeting kiss to your mouth, Kuroo shifts his grip to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper. He takes a step back, letting you go. In one fluid move, he hooks fingers around the knot at the base of his throat and yanks off his tie. The crimson fabric dangles from his fingers, and he toys with the end of it.

Kuroo crawls onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reaches for your hips, rubbing his thumbs against you before moving to your waist. A firm palm against your lower back makes you arch for him. Like before, he lets his palm slide against your spine until his fingers wrap around the back of your neck and force you down on the bed. Your cheek is pressed against the blankets, and you’re able to crane your head just enough to see him looming over you.

Slowly, he twists the tie in his free hand, keeping you pinned down with the other. There’s a dark look in his eyes, predatory, like he’s a cat and you’re the mouse he’s finally caught, trapped beneath him and helpless. You’re right where he wants you to be, ready and waiting for him to toy with you until you’re sobbing his name and begging for him to fuck your cunt.

He rolls his hips against your ass, grinding his cock against your dripping slit through your panties. He bumps against the plug stretching your ass, driving it deeper inside you, and you make the most pathetic little moan as you try to rock back against him.

Letting go of your neck, he grabs your wrist off the mattress beside your head and wrenches it behind your back. You aren’t prepared for the stretch, and you wince as he pins your arm against the small of your back. Before you can figure out what he’s doing, he already has a hold of your other arm.

The fabric of his tie is cool against your wrists as he ties your arms behind your back.

As you tug uselessly at the knot, Kuroo leans back to look at you. A low groan makes you bite your lip. Kuroo spreads you apart from behind, nudging your thighs apart with his knee to get a good look at your slit. “You’re soaked, kitten,” he says, reaching between your legs and rubbing his fingers against your panties. Your hips buck as he presses against your clit, circling your sensitive nerves and giving you just a taste of what you want before he takes it away.

“No!” You gasp as he shuffles back, hot touch leaving your neglected cunt. “Please, Tetsu, don’t stop.”

Despite your begging, his hands fall still against your hips. Idly, he toys with the cute bows holding the sides of your panties together. His fingers feel like they’re branding you every time they brush against your skin, his touch hot enough to make your toes curl. You struggle against the binding around your wrists again, but they don’t budge.

“You know, that’s the second time you’ve used my name tonight.” With a single tug, your panties come apart under his clever fingers. The ruined lingerie drops to the bed between your knees, revealing your soaked cunt to the cool air. You stiffen, but not from the cold. Kuroo moves his hands back to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and carefully shifting the tail out of the way. This time, he gets a good look at your dripping pussy, slick dripping down your thighs now that your underwear is gone. One finger dips between your legs and runs through your wetness before he taps your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You swallow down a moan as he plays with your puffy bundle of nerves. “I thought you knew better than that,” Kuroo continues after a long pause.

Suddenly, he slaps your clit. You squeal, flinching away from the dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Maybe I should leave you like this for being such a brat earlier,” he muses, smirking as he hears your breath get caught in your throat. You choke on a whimper, wanting to beg him not to, but unable to find the right words. “Oh, you didn’t think I’d let you get away with that, did you, kitten? No, you need to be punished for being disobedient.” This time, he slaps your inner thigh, rubbing the tender spot for just a second. “What do you say I leave you here, tied up and dripping all over the bed like the horny little slut you are, desperate for a cock to fill you up?” He chuckles as you shake your head. “I like the sound of that.”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, voice cracking.

He drags his fingers along the curve of your ass. “You’re sorry…?” he repeats, trailing off.

You wet your lips. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s better.” He grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he grinds his cock against your slit. The tip drags over your clit with every roll of his hips, and you can’t help but shiver. “Now, beg me to fuck your pussy.”

Your lips move, but you can’t understand what comes tumbling out of your mouth. Whatever you say is enticing enough for him. Kuroo’s fingers dig into your ass, the head of his cock prodding at your soaked entrance. He shoves his dick inside of you roughly, slipping inside easily you’re so wet for him. You moan into the blankets as he stretches you out, thick cock filling you perfectly.

Kuroo swears as your pussy clenches around him. He holds your hips still, savoring the feeling of your warm, wet walls. The plug in your ass makes you even tighter than usual. The added pressure is fucking fantastic and filthy, and you’re shaking by the second thrust.

The pace he picks up is brutal, hard and fast. Kuroo drives his cock into you over and over, finding your sweet spot with every harsh roll of his hips. Every thrust causes his pelvis to smack against your ass, jostling the plug inside you. The fluffy tail tickles the back of your thigh, the ticklish sensation making you squirm. Your arms ache from being stuck behind you, but it only feeds into the tight knot of arousal in your lower belly.

You bury your face deeper in the blankets, smothering your gasps and moans. The bell on your collar keeps jingling, the tinkling muffled by the steady slap of his hips against your ass. You’ll have bruises by the time he’s done, but you don’t care, high off the pleasure he’s giving you.

Kuroo reaches around your chest to unhook your bra, tugging the scrap of lacy fabric down around your bound wrists to free your breasts. He leans over your back and slips his hand beneath you, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. A keening sound falls from your mouth. You arch your chest into his hand, pressing more of your smooth skin into his palm.

He doesn’t linger there for long, releasing your breast in favor of moving his hand to your throat and squeezing just enough for you to feel him there. He doesn’t try to choke you, but he steals your breath anyway. The light pressure around your neck and the slap of his hips against yours has you lightheaded.

You’re going to cum, you think, your cunt starting to clench around him. That coil in your belly is wound so tight you could cry, but he leaves you teetering on that razor thin edge of pleasure and pain, neglecting your swollen bundle of nerves and refusing to let you orgasm yet.

When you moan his name, Kuroo lets go of your throat. He slaps your ass, making you cry out even louder. Finally, he slips a hand between your spread legs. Your knees buckle when he strokes your clit. Your hips stop surging back to meet his thrusts, and your moans cut off abruptly. The stimulation makes your limbs twitch, your body going taut as your stomach starts to flip.

He pulls his hand away.

Your eyes snap open. “No,” you gasp, trying to roll your hips back against his as his cock stops moving inside you. “No, no, no, please, don’t stop,” you beg, eyes watering as the pleasure fades into a dull ache between your legs. “Please. I—” You cut off with a hiccup. Tears of frustration roll down your cheeks and soak into the mattress. Lips quivering, you can’t smother the sob that bubbles up in your throat.

Kuroo is right there to soothe you. “Shh, I know,” he murmurs, rubbing his hands over your thighs. “I know it hurts. But I needed to punish you somehow, kitten. You were so naughty before.” You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or not. His tone is soft. Almost sweet. But you can’t bring yourself to turn you head and check for a smirk.

He’s pushed you right to your limit and then some, and he knows it. “It’s okay,” he tells you, squeezing your hips as he rolls his hips, thrusting against you slowly. “Now, I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

Slow circles rub against your clit when you finally nod, mewling and arching your back for him. Kuroo’s pace picks up with every stroke of his thumb until he’s shoving his cock into your pussy at a brutal speed. He barely gives you a second to take a breath before he drives the air out of your lungs again.

It doesn’t take much for him to have you moaning beneath him. Little whimpers and mewls roll off your tongue as his cock thrusts against your sweet spot. You’re trembling all over again, adrenaline and arousal making you quiver. His breathing is ragged, and his thrusts grow uneven and rough as your pussy gets tighter around his cock, sucking him in deeper as he plays with your clit. He rolls it between his fingers, pinching your swollen nerves until you cry out his name.

His fingers wrap around your tail, and a moan tears from your chest as he pulls the plug partway out of your ass, forcing the widest part to stretch you before he lets go. The plug is shoved back inside of you as his hips slap against you, his cock and the plug slamming back into you at once.

The pad of his thumb presses against your clit just right, and your hips jerk against his as you squeal. At once, all of the tension in your body snaps. The breath is slammed from your lungs, and you tense beneath him, shaking as your orgasm rips through you. You clench around Kuroo’s cock and the plug stuffing your ass, and he moans as your slick walls grip him tightly.

Kuroo fucks you through your orgasm, his thrusts slowing, but not stopping. His finger stays on your clit, rubbing until the pleasure becomes too much and you try to get away. With one last resounding smack, Kuroo shoves his cock deep inside you, filling you with his cum.

Eventually, he pulls out and maneuvers you down onto the bed. You’re too spent to complain about his manhandling, pliant as he shifts you into a comfortable position. By the time you come to, he’s tugging the tie from your wrists and tossing it onto the floor. You wince as he eases the anal plug out of your ass and sets it aside. You squeeze your legs together, sticky fluid dribbling down your inner thighs as his cum starts to seep out of you.

Warm lips press against the back of your shoulder as your breathing begins to steady, your heart still racing in your chest. Boneless and exhausted, you sigh as Kuroo trails kisses all the way to your neck. His nose bumps against your necklace, jostling the little bell, and you giggle as his hair tickles you.

The heat of his breath fans over your face. ���Okay?” Kuroo asks, pressing a sweet kiss to the underside of your jaw. You nod, lulled by the warmth of his body pressed against your back. He wraps his fingers around your wrist where his tie dug into you. “Good. You were such a good girl for me, kitten. You did such a good job,” he says, muttering praises against your skin with each gentle kiss. “Want me to clean you up?”

This time you shake your head. You wriggle your wrist from his palm and slip your fingers between his, anchoring yourself to him. “Five minutes?” you beg, too tired and sore to move just yet. It’ll only get worse if you stay like this, but you trust him to take care of you later. “Happy birthday.”

Kuroo laughs as he gives in to the demanding tug of your hand, finally resting move of his weight against you. It isn’t the dorky, belly laugh you’re used to, but it’s more soothing than cold, calloused way he chuckled before, and you relax.

“Thank you.” He kisses your forehead. “Best birthday present I could have gotten.”

A tiny grin pulls at your lips. “Was it the cat ears?” you ask, giggling as he tugs on one of them. How they’ve stayed attached to you this long is a mystery.

One of his arms slips beneath your stomach. He kisses your cheek this time. “They’re pretty cute on you. The tail was a surprise, too. Didn’t think you had it in you to be that naughty.” You can feel his lips quirk into a smile. “Makes me want to punish you again, kitten. Maybe this time I’ll make you cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

He’s only teasing, but the lewd image makes you squeeze your thighs together tighter. “You’re insatiable.”

“Can you blame me? I have such a pretty girl to take care of.”

[dreamingofaizawa]

Leaving Him, Finding Her

Professor! Aizawa Shouta x Fem! Student! Reader

College AU

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 please make your way to the nearest exit, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.

Warnings: smutty smut, HEAVY DADDY KINK, DD/LG dynamic, Daddy Dom Aizawa, complete sub reader, a temporary collar cuz I have a thing for collars (don’t come @ me, a real collar was too big a commitment to put in a forbidden hookup), praise kink in here, light oral (female receiving), bondage, shibari, unprotected sex, Aizawa being softer than a baby’s bottom, angst, fluff

Word count: 4.6 k

Author’s Note: Alright, ngl I cried writing the end to this cause I’m a little bitch when it comes to the softness after angst. Like, the only thing that makes me cry more than a sad ending is a happy one, and writing these scenes as they pley out is making me absolutely fucking weak. Also, my daddy and praise kinks are beaming, and so is my absolute love for aftercare. I’m lowkey super proud of this one, I’m a sucker for soft doms. 

Update: I'm editing it. Timestamp: 3:23 am Fri, May 14. (Very minimal) Editing completed: 4:20 am Fri, May 14.

Enjoy the read~

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He's beautiful. Ruggedly handsome in every way. Long, wavy, raven locks pulled into a slightly messy bun, revealing the scruff kept just barely tame on his strong jawline and chin. The dark circles under obsidian bloodshot eyes did nothing to steal from his allure. The scar under his eye and a frame too muscular for a simple college professor made you wonder what he’d done before lecturing in your physics class. It also had you wondering other things.

‘(y/l/n)’

What exactly did all that muscle look like? What did it feel like? Running your fingers down his neck and chest, trailing down his abdomen. Or crawling your hands up his legs, caressing his thick, muscled thighs. At night your thoughts ran rampant with images of your physics professor. A very naked professor, to be specific. And you had a title for him that you’d never want to reveal outside of your dorm bedroom.

‘Miss (y/l/n)’

What did he look like under the white dress shirt that was just slightly tight over his chest? And his pants that were fitted perfectly around his thick legs. You're experienced enough to know how submissive you are, and you wonder if he’d be a good dom, wonder if you could be a good enough sub for him. What did it feel like to have him bend you over his desk? Or tie you up as he ravaged your body? What did it feel like to let him have his way with you, to give him control…

“Miss (y/l/n)!”

You jump, immediately snapped back to reality, and recognize who had called your name. Your words came tumbling out without a second thought.

“Yes da-” you catch yourself, “Mr. Aizawa!... Yes, Mr. Aizawa?” Your face burned and your eyes shot wide at the fact that you’d nearly just called him the title from your fantasies. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and neither did any of your other classmates.

“If you aren’t paying attention perhaps the material is not challenging enough for you?” You swallow and shake your head.

“No, sir! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! I’ll be more attentive.” He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been distracted during class. See me during office hours.”

With that he continued with the lecture on centripetal force. You groan inwardly, though you only have yourself to blame.

Your grades hadn’t slipped, even if you were zoning out in class. Mr. Aizawa hit the nail on the head when he asked if the material wasn’t difficult enough for you. You’d studied physics before, it was simple for you, and you only needed to ask for notes from your classmates to be sure you did the work the way your professor wanted it to be done. The only reason you’d been enrolled in the class was because it was a requirement, and it was your last year so you had to take it. If it weren’t for your smoking hot professor you’d have hated every second you needed to sit in the lecture hall. He released the class, and you quickly packed up and left, not seeing the darkness in your professor’s eyes as he watched you leave.

It's dark by the time you still back onto campus, Mr. Aizawa’s office hours are strangely extremely late. There's no movement in the dark hallways, the only light coming from underneath Mr. Aizawa’s office door as you approach. The fact that the institution is large enough to give every teacher their own office is beginning to bother you, your overactive imagination getting the better of you.

After a breath, you knock lightly, answered by a muffled, 'Come in'. Another breath. You twist the handle and step into the office, and the man mumbles, 'Close the door behind you please'. You oblige, though your heart is beating out of your chest.

“You wanted to see me, professor?” He hums, eyes flicking up to you as he sets a red pen down on the desk.

“Yes, miss (y/l/n). You haven’t been paying attention in my lectures.” You look down at your hands clasped in front of you, nerves and shame beginning to eat at your resolve.

“I apologize, I’ve been tired lately,” you lie, sticking with your story from earlier.

“And yet you have one of the highest grades in the class.” You keep your eyes glued to your hands, which are now fidgeting nervously. The silence is beginning to nag at your mind, your nerves buzzing.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Your eyes widen momentarily, then you force a confused expression as you look up at your professor.

“I’m not sure what you mean…” He leans forward in his chair, his elbows holding his weight on his desk.

“I mean I think you’re distracted for other reasons. If you were struggling to sleep it would be evident. I’m a prime example,” he motions to his face. You bite the inside of your lip, your heart thumping loud in your ears.

“W-what other reasons would I be distracted?” He stands up and slowly makes his way around his desk, stopping mere inches in front of you. The close proximity has your breath shallowing and your heart pounding. You keep your eyes locked onto his, something akin to fear - no, maybe it's closer to obedience - not letting you look away. He narrows his eyes at you, a skeptical but knowing look.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that little title you let slip in class earlier.” Your eyes blow wide, your breath hitching in your throat. He walked to the door, locked it and walked back to you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I d-don’t…” Your words fall short when he leans down, his breath hot on your ear and neck.

“Don’t lie. What was it you almost called me?” Your body shook, your breaths jagged, but you don't answer. At your silence, he nearly growled in your ear. His left arm snakes around your waist, pulling your body into his. His right hand comes up under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Answer me, kitten.” The commanding tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You take a small breath before closing your eyes and answering.

“D-daddy. I...almost called you daddy.” He hums, the sound rumbling through your body.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” You obey nearly instantly, swallowing as you meet his gaze. He let out a small sigh, words ghosted from his lips.

“Good girl.” The praise makes your entire body shudder, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Now, tell me why you would call your professor ‘daddy’ so automatically.” You felt your face burn, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your veins.

“I… I think about you… at night…” He tilts his head and quirks a brow, urging you to continue. Your voice is shaky, your eyes struggling to keep eye contact as you reveal your darkest secrets to the man at the center of them.

“I call you daddy when I’m alone in bed…”

“Or when you’re in the middle of a lecture.” You bite your bottom lip and nod as he finishes your sentence.

“Such a naughty little girl, aren’t you. What should you say when you do something wrong?” You swallow thickly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.” His hand under your jaw turns and grips it hard, just enough to make you wince.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes widen and your jaw quivers. Is he asking what you think he is?

“I-I’m sorry… Daddy." His grip on your jaw loosens as he turns your face to the side, leaning in and leaving a kiss under your ear.

“That's right. Such a good girl.” Your body shakes again, the feeling of his scruff on your cheek, his lips on your skin, and his voice in your ear, making your body react on its own.

“Do you have classes tomorrow, kitten?” You search your brain for the information he’s asking for, closing your eyes in concentration. After a few moments, you find the answer.

“N-no…” He pulls completely away from you, moving behind his desk and leaving you dazed. You watch, your body still recovering from whatever just happened, as he gathers his belongings. He holds the door open, turning to you.

“Come now kitten.” You blink at him, your mind trying to make sense of the situation. You follow him anyway, letting your body move on its own.

He’s a few steps ahead of you, and you follow him as he walks to his car, opening the passenger door. You get in, not quite able to question what’s happening, but trusting the man regardless. Soon the car pulls into a driveway, and you get out and follow the black haired man into the house, still dazed. His voice brings your attention to him, his hand under your chin again.

“Do you want this, kitten?” You nod.

“Use your voice, pretty girl.” God, hearing the praise is making your head spin.

“Yes. I want you Daddy.” His thumb strokes your cheek idly, grounding you in the moment.

“Good girl. Do you know what a safeword is?” You nod, the concept is more than familiar.

“Yes Daddy.”

“Do you have one?” Another nod.

“Gemini.” His hand lifts your chin gently as he leans down and slots his lips against yours. Your body relaxes, sinking into the kiss, focused on the sensations of his touch. His lips are soft, gentle, and his hands smooth down your back, landing on your hips.

He separates from you, looking down at your half-lidded eyes and blissed out state. You're already slipping into subspace. Your mind is floating, wanting to zero in on something. Anything. Your eyes aren’t quite focused, searching Aizawa’s face for a focal point. He recognizes that look. You need a platform to stand on, an anchor, and you need it desperately. He grabs your wrist and pulls you along behind him. He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a small, but sturdy, black fabric choker. A play collar. Moving behind you, he loops it around you and clasped it at the back of your neck. When it's secure, he quickly moves in front of you and loops his finger under the material, giving a gentle tug. You shudder and take a deep breath, your eyes fluttering closed. It was enough. He hums, stroking your cheek gently.

“Is that better kitty?” You open your eyes to look up into his, and he swears there are hearts shining in them.

“Yes. Thank you daddy.” He pulls you into another kiss, this one more passionate. When his tongue licked at your lips you let your mouth fall open, his tongue searching the wet cavern fervently. He pulls away and tugs your sweater up over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room, doing the same with your bra. With your top half bare he pushes you backward until your knees hit the bed and you fall onto it. He leans over you, leaving soft kisses along your collarbones as he removes your jeans and panties.

Completely naked, he lets his eyes rake over your form laid out in front of him. A small, elated sigh rolls from his lips.

“So pretty, kitten.” Your eyes flutter closed from the praise.

“Thank you Daddy.” Aizawa groans and leans down to kiss and lick at your neck, letting his hands smooth over your hips and legs.

“Such a good girl. So obedient for Daddy.” He feels your body shiver beneath his fingers from that bit of praise. Getting up off the bed he reaches into a different drawer, pulling out three bundles of rope. Turning back to you, he gives a command.

“Middle of the bed, kitten. On your back, arms up.” At the order, you move, getting into the position he specified. 

He crawls over and begins to tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard, the rope secure, but not too tight to be uncomfortable. When he’s done with your wrists, he moves down to your legs. One by one, he lifts them and bends them at the knee, tying your ankle to your upper thigh, and spiraling the rope up to your knee, tying knots down one side and up the other in a beautiful leg tie. Finished with his task, he leans back to admire his work. You’re nearly purring. You know how much you love being restrained, and this man had made you into an artwork, laying out for his eyes, completely at his mercy. He can see the doe-eyes you're giving him, see how still you're being, how trusting you are of him to take care of you. And he loves it.

He moves between your legs, you automatically spread them to give him room, and he leans over, whispering against your lips.

“Such a good girl for me,” before giving you a soft kiss.

“Stay still for me, pretty thing.” He gets off the bed and swiftly undresses, returning to you. You sigh out, elated as your eyes trace down his toned body, drinking in the sight of thick corded muscle rippling under scarred skin. Your gaze lands on his already erect member, thick and long, a prominent vein running underneath. You’d imagined what he could look like, but reality far outshone your imagination. The sheer awe shone through in your voice.

“You’re beautiful.” His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised at your words. Leaning down, he kisses your neck sweetly.

“Thank you kitten. Now let me take care of you.” Back between your legs, he sits on his knees and kneads your breasts in his hands, pulling and tweaking your already hardened nipples, making you mewl. Your skin feels hot at his touch, your body relishing in the pleasure his fingers give you. He leans down and takes a bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking it before pulling off with a small pop and moving to the other, giving it the same treatment. Rough hands grope and knead down your body, giving appreciative squeezes at your hips, before smoothing his palms down your pelvis. He sits back on his heels and gazes at your glistening pussy, already dripping with arousal. Swiping a finger up your slit, he gathers the slick there and brings it up to his lips, sucking your juices off his finger with a groan.

“You taste so sweet kitty.” You respond with a mewl and another ‘thank you’. He takes his finger and slides it into your heat, and you sigh at the sensation as he pumps it slowly, before adding a second finger. The stretch is wonderful, and he begins to curl and scissor his fingers, searching. You let out a small moan and your back arches slightly off the bed when his fingers curl and hit that spongy spot inside you.

“There it is. Does that feel good kitty?” You nod, floating on bliss.

“Yes, Daddy, it feels good.” He hums and returns his attention back to the task at hand, increasing his pace as he pumps his fingers. His other hand comes up to your pelvis, and his mouth latches onto your clit. The stimulation has you gasping and squirming under his ministrations, and the hand on your pelvis holds you still.

He slips his fingers out and holds them to your lips, and you open your mouth to suck your essence off of them.

You can feel the coil in your belly tighten, winding up as Aizawa hits all the right spots inside you that has you softly moaning and straining against your bindings. Your wet walls are fluttering around his fingers, his tongue lashing at your puffy nub.

“I can feel you. Cum for me kitty.” He reattaches his mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, his fingers digging into that soft patch inside you, and your walls clamp down as you come apart, the muscles in your abdomen tensing and arching your back off the bed. Aizawa releases your clit, but keeps pumping his fingers, letting you ride out your high.

“Such a good girl, kitty.” He pulls your hips up onto his knees as he rubs his painfully hard cock up and down your core, gathering the slick on his shaft. You desperately want to feel him inside you, but you still yourself and hold back your begging mewls. Your resilience and need to be obedient and good for him makes Aizawa groan.

“I want to hear you, kitten. Every sound you need to make, I want to hear it.” He lines himself up with your slicked hole as you nod. With that he pushes his cock into you, and you mewl out at the delicious stretch he’s giving you. You’re both panting as he bottoms out inside you and holds still, allowing you to adjust to him.

“You’re so tight babygirl. Feels so good inside you.” He grips your hips and begins a slow pace, grinding into you, making you moan and squirm, but it’s not enough.

“Please Daddy, harder, please.” The near growl that escapes him has you reeling.

“Since you asked so nicely, kitten.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming into you and setting a brutal pace, and you’re moaning out loud, your voice a sinful melody in Aizawa’s ears. Your limbs are struggling against the restraints, tugging and flexing hard. Before you know it, that coil is tightening again, pulling taut in the pit of your stomach, searing white hot pleasure pooling like magma. Your walls are fluttering again, and Aizawa reaches down to rub tight circles onto your clit, urging you to come undone. He’s pounding into you with reckless abandon, and as you feel yourself coming to that edge his hips begin to stutter, making known he’s close too. He angles his hips and ruts into you, hitting your g-spot mercilessly, and you’re pushed off the edge, moaning loud, toes curling, cumming hard and clamping down on his cock. A few more strokes, and he pulls out as he’s cumming, covering your chest and belly in his hot, thick cum. 

You’re both panting as you come down from your highs, exhausted and spent. After a few minutes, Aizawa gets up and disappears behind a door, returning with a damp washcloth. He cleans his cum off of you and tosses the cloth into a hamper, before beginning to untie your legs. Once they’re both free, he slowly pulls them out and massages them, relieving the slightly cramped muscles, and you’re sighing gratefully as the tension in your body is released. He does the same with your arms as you lay there, your body weak. When he’s done, he puts a palm on your cheek, and you nuzzle into his touch, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“How are you feeling kitty?” You let the tears fall, the intensity of the night beginning to take a toll on your mind. He pulls your body into him, cradling you as you cry quietly, letting you ride out the emotions.

He rocks you in his arms, rubbing soothing circles into your back and whispering praises into your ear, until your cries subside into small hiccups. He leans back and looks down at you, nuzzling into his chest.

“You okay, (y/n)?” You nod and take deep breaths, relaxing in his arms.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” He hums and lifts you off the bed, carrying you into the bathroom. He plugs the drain and turns the handle, letting the tub fill with warm water. As it fills, he holds you close and places soft kisses on your face and lips, showering you with affection. When the tub is full he turns off the tap and sinks down into the water, your back to his chest, and the warm water soothes your aching body. Aizawa grabs the soap and washes you, massaging you as he goes. He scrubs shampoo into your hair, fingers massaging into your scalp making you hum appreciatively. He washes himself, then drains the tub and turns on the shower head to rinse the both of you. 

When you’re all rinsed, he steps out and dries himself with a towel, before helping you out and wrapping you with a fluffy towel of your own. Dried off, you leave the towel on the counter, and Aizawa scoops you up again and lays you down on the bed. He disappears again for a minute, and reappears with a glass of ice water, giving it to you to drink and climbing into bed.

When you finish sipping at the water, you leave it on the bedside table. Before you can move to get your clothes back on, Aizawa pulls you back into his chest, spooning you with his warm body.

“Sleep,” he grunts into your ear. You're too tired to argue, so you relax in his hold and let the blackness take over your mind.

You wake up in your professor’s arms. You turn to look at him, admiring his sleeping face. His voice startles you.

“It’s not very polite to stare.” Your face heats a little and you look away, suddenly shy.

“S-sorry.” He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck.

“It’s alright.” You sigh at the realization that this is going to end, that it has to end. You can’t share a bed with this man while you're his student, it could ruin both of you, moreso him. So you begin to move out of his arms, but he holds you tighter.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You sigh, a tired, sad sound.

“This can’t continue, Mr. - ”

“Shouta.” You blink.

“What?” He grunts, clearly unbothered.

“Call me Shouta.” You swallow down the lump in your throat.

“Shouta...this…can’t become a thing. You know that.” You can feel his breath on your neck as he sighs, and he releases you from his hold. Silently, you dress yourself. You dare to take a look back at him before you leave.

“Thank you, Shouta. I wish things were a little bit different.” He nods, whether in agreement or understanding you aren't sure.

“I’ll see you in class in a few days, (y/n).” You give a soft smile, and leave.

____

The few months before graduation were agonizing. Having to see Shouta three times a week drove you absolutely mad, and when you finally graduated you were almost happy that you didn’t have to see him again. But it was just as painful not seeing him. Your mind was riddled with the dark haired man for months after graduating. You’d lay awake at night wondering if you made the right choice, wondering if somehow you two could have met more often and kept the rendezvous a secret. Often you found yourself letting a few stray tears fall, wishing you’d been able to stay in bed with Shouta longer that morning. You were miserable. And you knew it was because even if the only intimacy you’d shared was the best sex you ever had, you had fallen madly, hilariously in love with your college physics professor.

____

Shouta stared up at his ceiling for what felt like the millionth time. His mind is on you. Always you. After you graduated, he knew he’d never see you again. And it killed him. Nearly 6 months had gone by, and he's still stuck on you, on your body. On your obedience. On your beautiful face sitting in his lecture hall. He’d seen you on the first day, and he was entranced by you nearly instantly. You were extremely smart, and he loved that. But he was a professional, a professor. Your professor. And you were his student. So he buried that attraction he felt and made sure to never let you see how much he wanted you. He only noticed you dazing off during class because he’d glance at you more often than he’d like to admit. He let it go, simply because your grades remained high. But that day he just happened to ask the class a question, and when nobody answered, he went to you because he knew how intelligent you were.

But when your words slipped from your mouth, something in him snapped. He knew there were very few explanations for you to use that title, all of them being you were thinking of someone using it. And by the near instant speed of your response, he could guess who was on your mind. That night was pure bliss. He loved every moment, and never regretted it. Even as you thanked him and walked out of his house, even knowing he may never get to spend another night with you, he didn’t regret anything. He let you walk away because that was the best thing to do. After you graduated, he could approach you again, and he’d get you back. But he couldn’t find you. 

In the time since graduation he’d told his best friend and fellow professor Hizashi Yamada about the complex situation. Hizashi felt for him, knowing when Shouta fell, he fell hard, and the situation is a bad one. He was never judgemental, as he’d had his fair share of forbidden romances. The blonde would visit him in class often, bringing a fresh cup of coffee for his sulking friend. The loss was affecting him more than he liked to admit, and his sleeping habits were bad enough as it is. Hizashi’s visits were always welcome, and a nice distraction, even if they were short. But he was still hooked on you.

He's sick of feeling so defeated. He's tired of feeling so lovesick. He needs a distraction. He needs coffee. He got up and showered, and got ready to drive to the nearest cafe a mile down the road. As he stood in line to order his coffee, he let his eyes wander the cafe, drinking in the soft pastel colors on the walls. It reminds him of you. You’d always wear pastel sweaters. Once again, his mind drifted and landed on you. 

And so did his eyes.

____

You had a day off work today. Deciding you didn’t want to sit around the house and sulk like you usually do, you took a shower, got dressed, grabbed your keys, wallet, phone, and a book to read, and headed to the cafe on the corner two blocks from your apartment. Sitting in the plush seat of the booth with your hot mocha latte, you cracked the book open and dove in. You got lost in the words on the pages, your mind living in the adventure written in black ink. You were ripped from your imagination when a deep voice interrupted you.

“Do you mind if I join you, kitten?” Your eyes froze on the page, jaw clenched, heart beating out of your chest. You tore your eyes from the book and looked up at none other than Shouta Aizawa. 

You haven’t seen him in almost 6 months, and the man still plagued your thoughts. But the sheer joy you felt seeing him overtook you as tears fell from your eyes. Not even a moment later, you leapt from your seat and threw your arms around his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight, afraid you’d slip from him again. You cry softly into his shoulder, letting yourself enjoy the moment with the man you know you love. You can’t help the words coming out of your mouth.

“I missed you so much, Shouta. I couldn’t stand not seeing you.” Somehow, he holds you tighter.

“I missed you too, kitten.” He reaches a hand up to pet your hair as he leans back, his dark eyes peering deep into your own.

“I’m here now. And you’re not my student anymore. So if you’d let me, I’d like to take you on a date.”

You freeze in place and look up at him, shocked at what you're hearing. You don’t know if he loves you the way you do him, but in this moment you know he has very real feelings for you. Like it's instinct, you lean in and kiss him passionately, letting your tears wash away the pain you felt ever since you left him that morning. When you broke away you were both breathless, and you nod your head frantically.

“I’d love to go on a date with you Shouta.” A genuine smile spreads across his face, a clear show of his happiness.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” You nod again, and grab your book and phone and follow him out to his car.

This time, you had no reason to leave.

This time, he had no reason to let you go.

This time, you’d stay.

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Broken-Collapse pt2

TW//Mentions of rape/assault//TW

Main Masterlist

     “We wouldn’t have let you jump, (y/n). You don’t deserve that.”

     “You don’t understand. They have connections and as soon as they step out of those cells, I am a dead man walking. I’d rather die at my own hands than theirs, so yes you should’ve let me jump.” 

     You pushed out of Olivia’s arms and ran into the bathroom. Walking into a stall, you locked it, slid down the wall, and started scratching your arms like crazy. You wanted to be grounded. You wanted to feel the pain. You wanted to see blood. You just wanted to be in control. 

-

     Amanda, Barba, and Oliva watched as you stormed off. The blonde was quick to follow, knowing how much damage you could do to yourself in just a short amount of time. 

     She heard the pants that were coming out and the occasional sniff. Walking towards the only closed door, she realized it was locked.

     “(Y/n)? Sweetheart, I need you to open this door for me.”

     The detective faintly heard her sergeant come in but kept her focus on the distraught girl inside the stall. 

     “N-no. I-I need to d-do it. Just le-let me do it.”

     Both women could hear the franticness in your voice. 

     “Sweetie please just open the door. Let us help you.”

     There was no answer. Your sobs only grew louder and breaths more distressed. Neither of them wanted to break the door so Rollins decided to slide underneath it and ignore how unsanitary it was. 

     She saw that your scratching had already broken skin and there was blood caking up on your arms. The detective quickly unlocked the door before grabbing your wrists and pulling them up, preventing you from hurting yourself any further.  

     Liv saw what was happening so she hurriedly went on the search for a first aid kit. 

     Rollins sat there, whispering reassurances while you were openly sobbing and whimpering in her chest. 

     “Breathe, honey, just breathe.”

     You shook your head and kept hyperventilating as Liv came back with something to clean your wounds. 

     “It hurts. It hurts so bad.”

     Amanda took a deep breath and assisted you in standing up. She led you to the sinks and helped you sit on the counter with the sergeant’s help.

     The older woman cleaned your arms while you dropped your head onto the blonde’s shoulder. She rubbed your back and guided you through some breathing exercises. 

     “I’m tired.”

     “You can take a nap soon-”

     “No, I’m tired.”

-

     You sat on the couch in Amanda’s apartment, staring blankly at the tv. She was right next to you but it felt like the distance between the two of you was miles considering you were off in your own world. 

     A light rub on your shoulder brings you back to earth and you realize Amanda is crouch’s in front of you. You didn’t even flinch which the blonde noticed and she gave a small smile. 

     “I ordered some Chinese food. You need to eat something.” 

     The detective lifted up her hands before bringing them to yours and helping you get up. 

     During dinner, Amanda was gently coaxing you to eat at least half of what was on your plate before you could go to bed. You were convinced that the food was somehow poisoned and not safe for you to eat—even though you knew she wouldn’t do that to you—and it had been so long since you last had a meal, that you rarely had an appetite and sometimes just the thought of food disgusted you. 

     With much persuasion and hesitance, you started to take a few bites. It was then you realized how hungry you actually were. Throughout the evening, you and Amanda chatted a bit which took your mind off of the case and your mental exhaustion for a while. 

     It was about 7 pm when you could barely stand, resulting in the detective changing your bandages, then leading you to the guest bedroom. 

     She tucked you in, telling you to come to her if you needed, before turning off the lamp and exiting the room. 

-

     It was 2 am and you were lying wide awake. You thought you’d be out like a light the moment your head hit the pillow considering all that happened today; but nope. All you had done was twist and turn; thinking about those sick smirks that were resting on their faces. Their yellow teeth and alcohol tinted breath. The look in their eyes that said ‘I’m coming for you.’ 

     Before you could even give it a second thought, you were on your way to Amanda’s room. The door was open, so you went in and started calling her name before poking her in the side. 

     She grumbled before rolling over to face you. Immediately, she was alert, thinking something was wrong, but you shook your head. 

     “I-I couldn’t sleep. C-can I stay here w-with you?” 

     The blonde’s eyebrows raised to her hairline. You took her surprised silence as rejection and started to back out of the room slowly. 

     “N-never mind. D-don’t worry about it.” 

     This time, the older woman was the one shaking her head. She reached out and grabbed your wrist. She felt you tense for a second before relaxing and walking forward. 

     “Hey, no. It’s fine. C’mon.” 

     She lifted the covers as an invitation into her bed. You reluctantly crawled in and got settled. She could still see the hesitance in your eyes and slowly wrapped her arms around you. Once again, you tensed before relaxing with a deep breath. 

     You felt Amanda give you a light kiss on your hairline as you teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. 

     It was the first night in a long time that you dreamt of the roses instead of the thorns. 

-     

     You stayed with Amanda for a week before the state practically forced you to go into foster care. They said ‘you weren’t in any immediate danger,’ anymore. You had been there for only a few days before they sent you to a foster family. 

     Something in your gut told you this was going to go bad. But it didn’t matter. Because no one listens to you. And if someone did, it was always too late. 

-

     It was your first day with your new foster family. It was a woman and who she claimed was her fiancé. She seemed kind of familiar to you; it was on the tip of your tongue but you just couldn’t remember where you’ve seen her. 

     At first they appeared to be a normal and loving couple, but they always say looks can be deceiving.

     By the second day, you were locked in your new room, aka a storage closet. It was cold and probably moldy. You were hungry seeing as they hadn’t given you food since lunch yesterday. 

      You were huddled up in a corner rocking back and forth when the man busted through the door and started to drag you out by the arm with no explanation whatsoever. He was pulling you so hard, it felt like he dislocated your shoulder. 

     The buff man practically pushed you down the stairs and roughly led you to the couch. When you looked up, you felt all the blood drain from your face. 

     It was them. They were here for revenge. 

     You just wanted Amanda. Was that too much to ask?

-

     Things continued like this for a week. Adam Johns and Michael Pierce were there everyday, waiting for you downstairs. 

     They would beat you then proceed to have sex with your limp, unconscious body. You thought it hurt the first time but this...this was unbearable. Sometimes, you’d disconnect mentally and just go into a state of nothingness. You didn’t feel, you couldn’t hear; it was just nothing. You wished that you could feel nothing all the time and leave this life. But you couldn’t. This was reality; your reality. And there was nothing you could do about it.

     Should’ve let me jump

-

     The blonde detective was walking from the cafe, on her way to work when she heard whimpers nearby. 

     She walked towards the sound with her hand hovering above her holster, just in case. She surveyed the area and what she saw broke her heart. 

     “Oh, sweetheart.” 

     “I told you they were going to come for me.”

-

     Rollins called Liv and told her the news. She immediately took you to the hospital, hoping that this time you could get a rape kit and put those bastards away for good. 

     She went into the room you were resting in and immediately saw your disheveled state. She was quick to run over and pull you in her arms. 

     That was all it took for you to completely break down. All you wanted these past few weeks was a loving touch; someone who would vow to take care of you no matter how broken or disconnected you seemed to be. All you wanted was Amanda. She was there when no one else was. She showed you the most affection since your mother died. 

     “We’re gonna put those bastards away for good. They’ll never be able to hurt you again. I promise you.” 

     For some reason you believed her. 

-

     “Manda c’mon! We’re gonna be late!” 

     “Okay, okay! I’m coming.” 

     It had been almost a whole year since you were last assaulted and you’ve been living with Amanda since. She was an excellent mother to you and you couldn’t have asked for a better life. 

     Admittedly, it was tough on both of you at first; you had to get used to someone helping and taking care of you as well and Amanda had to care for a child which is already a tough job let alone a child with major trauma. But the two of you made it work. 

     In weird ways, you bettered each other. 

     The detective came down the hall and grabbed her purse before walking towards you and swinging her arm across your shoulders. 

     “Finally. You know those hooligans can gobble up a whole 3 course meal in a span of 10 minutes. We’ll be lucky if an appetizer is left.” 

     The woman chuckled at your dramatics before heading towards the door with you in tow. 

     Living with your newfound parent made you happy; an emotion you had forgotten how to feel. The squad made you happy. 

     ‘I’m glad I didn’t jump.’

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The ending lowkey sucks ngl. Hope you all liked it though!

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Freak

MarkxReader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary/Warnings: Based off of Freak by Doja Cat

because Mark listens to doja cat and doja cat put freak on spotify and both of these things did a lot for me personally.

Smut, but also some angst and fluff.

Warning! Switch!Mark and Switch!Reader, jealousy, unhealthy relationship and reactions, reader is kind of dramatic ngl, and like a daddy kink for like 2 seconds. I really just wanted to write a smut based off the song but somewhere along the way it developed a plot. The song also uses ‘girl’ but as per usual this fic does not use gendered pronouns (also I would put a read more on this but I don’t have my laptop so I’m so sorry)

“Is it too tight?” you try not to laugh as you whisper in his ear, your lips brushing against his skin making a shiver wrack his body and his hips cant upwards.

You bite back a whimper when the bulge pressing against the fabric of his jeans bumps into the seat of your underwear, a devious and satisfied grin pulling on his lips before he responds, “just tight enough baby.”

He tugs roughly at the cuffs that lock him to the head of your bed to prove his claim, the dull metal denting his skin. You had only asked to be nice, the irritation that swirled in your belly fed the evil little monster in your mind that screamed, ‘I don’t care about you Mark. I hope it hurts.’

Truly, you never would want to hurt Mark, unless it turned him on obviously, but unintentionally? Never. But where you sat straddling his lap and he laid shirtless and restrained below you, you can’t help but itch in anger and jealousy. A need to make him hurt as much as you wouldn’t admit out loud that he hurt you.

You had met Mark through mutual friends, and it wasn’t too far into the night that you realized you were hooked onto the grinning boy, an evil need to see what he could offer clawing at your skin. You ignored the concerned lingering looks your friends passed you when they noticed your interest, and you definitely ignored your best friend when she tried to discreetly mention that Mark may be a little too soft hearted for your shenanigans, too puppy like to keep up with what you liked to do. You were absolutely giddy as you watched the wide eyed pretty boy laugh and grin at the conversation amount at the group, and you were even giddier when his face flushed a deep red when your eyes met in response to your foot brushing his leg under the table.

Every time your eyes met that night, you’d offer a less than sweet smile. One time even adding a gentle wave of your fingers when you caught him staring. Excitement finally flooded your veins when you motioned to the exit of the small bar your friends had gathered at, and he gulped and nodded in response.

So no, you didn’t listen to your friend, and to hit the nail in the coffin, you drug Mark into the backseat of her car. She had very politely agreed to be the designated driver of the night, and you very nicely returned the favor by stuffing your mouth full of the nice boy she warned you to leave alone while you sat snuggly on his face. The evidence of your terrible listening skills left across both of your chins, and even some drops left on her upholstery.

No one seemed to notice your absence when you crawled back into your seats, or the way Mark wouldn’t stop licking his lips throughout the night. Every time his tongue peaked from between his lips making warmth tingle between your thighs.

Your friend figured it out. Of course she did, when she found your panties stuffed under her passenger seat and a few suspicious dried spots on the seats, and of course she gave you an ear full. ‘Mark is too sweet for this,’ and ‘you can’t play with him like this, he’ll start to feel something.’ Her words only passed over your head. You're an adult, and so is Mark, so it’s not like what you were doing was bad. The disappointment shaking of her head was the only response you got when you told her this, and all she got was a roll of your eyes.

So no, you didn’t leave Mark alone. Far from it actually. You found yourself magnified to his side whenever your friends gathered, childish grins shared between you two at the knowing of what would happen later that night, and you even wormed your way into his life outside of your friend gatherings. His boyish charms, and the warmth he offered brought you back to him every time, and not to mention the way he could use his tongue. Sometimes you two even revisited the back seat setting of your first meeting when your friend shot you one too many warning glares and you wanted to prove a point.

And maybe you shouldn’t have told him that you don’t date. ‘I don’t really do relationships,’ you whispered into the thick air of his room as you lay naked next to him, your head laying on his shoulder as his fingers brush your skin. You ignore the way his chest deflated at your words, assuming it was just his breath relaxing, and instead focus on his acknowledging hum and the quiet, ‘yeah, um.. me neither,’ he mutters. Those words being the last of the night before you fell unconscious, warm and naked in his sheets.

No maybe, you definitely should have never said that. Not when you could already feel the boy clawing out a nest in your heart and building a home. Not when you could feel your body light up whenever you found him amongst the crowd of your friends. Not when you found yourself enjoying the time spent tucked into his side just as much as you enjoyed the time that you were stuffed full of him. But you only realize this when you see him standing with her.

“I don’t see the problem,” you friend brushes off your grumbling question of ‘why is he with her’ with her hand swatting at the air, “it’s not like you were going to date him anyways. All you do is play games.”

You feel your face heat up at her words, anger and a tinge of embarrassment stinging your nerves, “but still,” you dumbly respond, no other words forming from your irritation.

“But still what?” she finally turns to lock her eyes on you, “I told you not to mess with him. Mark Lee is a boyfriend guy. He wants to be in a relationship so bad he can’t stand it.”

“That’s not what he told me,” you bite back, a petulant attitude filling every space inside of you.

“Of course it’s not, what like he’s gonna scare off the best lay of his life by admitting he’s a hopeless romantic?” her eyes go wild as she tries to reason with you, a task she’s not very unfamiliar with, “you might be a great fuck, but you’re also incredibly dense.”

You feel your chest cave at her words. The reality check squeezing your heart in sharp claws. The only small comfort you get is the small smile of pity she offers when you begin to resemble a kicked puppy.

“Just talk to him about it some other time, or if you really want to know what I think, just leave him alone and forget about it,” she puts down her now empty glass to free her hand to pet at your arm, her warmed palms making you melt slightly, “just don’t do anything stupid please.”

But of course you have to do something stupid, if you didn’t it just wouldn’t make sense. So you pull yourself away, a quiet, ‘I’m gonna get a drink,’ falling from you pouting lips as you turn away. An uninvited grin momentarily breaking your moodiness when she swats at your butt in encouragement.

And you do head towards the table covered in drinks, but unfortunately Mark and the mystery girl had moved themselves right into the path you had to take to get there. The smile he offers when your eyes meet feels like a punch to a chest, the small wave and a bubbly ‘hi’ chilling your skin.

If you were a real adult you’d smile, nod, and keep walking. Maybe trying to talk to him in the morning, or taking the advice you’d been handed and just end what you had with him before it got any worse, but you weren’t a real adult. A jealous child that had their favorite toy taken by a sweet girl that didn’t know it had your name scratched into it was hiding in the shell that was your body, and that child started to break your shell when instead your face twisted up in a grimace. You make sure not to let your eyes fall on the girl next to him, she hadn’t done anything and you didn’t want to start something with a stranger, but after a dramatic eye roll, you locked a harsh glare on the boy.

He jerks back as if your stare was a sharp knife digging into his stomach, a flash of confusion and hurt landing on his face. His mouth gapes open to question your attitude, but there’s no time for words to escape him before your turning and heading towards the exit.

It’s as if the room is suddenly filled with dozens of more people than there were before you saw him. Elbows and shoulders hitting you as you move through the ocean of bodies, every contact on your skin sparking your irritation up by a few degrees as you start to get overwhelmed by the activity around you. Being touched felt like a demon was dancing around your shoulders to see how much he could get on your nerves, to see how much he could push you until you made a bad decision.

The cold air that hits you when you get outside turns your stomach, your nails clawing into the railing of the house’s porch in an attempt to calm your breathing and cool the fire burning in your belly.

You wanted to be angry when you heard you name coming from his lips, but the concern in his voice and the warmth of his hand running against your back makes you melt in both happiness that he followed you and shame at how that made you feel.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” he asks and you decide then that you don’t want sympathy. You wanted every other part of him all to yourself and if that wasn’t realistic, then you might as well take what you know you could get.

You turn faster than he expected as he jumps slightly as you move in his arms. Your fingers immediately grab the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, your nose pressing into his as he grabs at your hips to steady himself.

“I need you Mark,” your sudden whiny tone throwing him off from what he had witnessed in the house. You tug on his shirt and pout up at him in a way that, no matter what the situation, has made him give you exactly what you wanted, “please?”

“Um.. yea- yeah okay,” he shakes his head to clear his thoughts, a small smile pulling on his lips, “are you sure? You’re good right?”

“Yeah,” you lie, as you move to press your mouth along his jaw to avoid making any more eye contact, “just need to get fucked real bad.”

The laugh that shakes his chest feels like nails being pressed into your heart.

The drive to your house was used to plot your revenge, and maybe your last time having Mark to yourself. You had pulled him away from someone else tonight, but how many more times could you do that before he decided he didn’t want to be pulled anymore? Your friend had said he was a boyfriend type, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he sees you as someone to date.

And that's how you got where he laid now. You barely gave him time to park before you were jumping out of his car and stomping to your front door. Your quick strides made him have to pick up his pace behind you, only just getting his foot in the door before it slammed in his face.

You only glanced behind you as he locked the door behind him. You voice cold as you walk to your bedroom as you command, “take off your shirt.”

You heard him fumbling behind you as you strip to your underwear and climb onto your bed and once he had walked through the doorway everything was a blur.

Your nails dig harshly into the skin of his chest as you sit up, a small smile pulling on your lips when he whimpers out from the pain. You run your hands up and down the skin of his stomach as you take in his form, trying to memorize every inch below you. You feel your breath deepen as you move over the boy that’s ruled the space of your mind for so long.

“C‘mon sweetheart,” he encourages, your eyes falling shut when his voice wraps around your bones, “do something to me.”

The quickness of your response is almost embarrassing, as you sit back on his hips. Your fingers grip tightly onto his belt when his bulge digs into your core, the rough fabric of his jeans sending you reeling. Your shoulders shift forward and your thighs tense as you begin to slowly rock against him.

You whimper as pleasure runs up your spine, your arousal already beginning to seep into the fabric of your underwear and dampening his jeans as you move desperately on him.

It’s always been this way since the first time you had each other. Your mean attitude melts once you're on top of him, even when he’s locked up the way he is now. Even with the upper hand he’s still made his claim on your heart and you’d do anything to please him. But that doesn’t stop you from loving to watch him squirm.

“Fuck Mark,” your words are raspy as they leave you mixed with a groan. Your hips rapidly rutting against him as your body craves the type of orgasm that only the boy below you has been able to pull from you.

“Move down to my thigh,” he demands, his hips tilting upward to try to get you to move away, “wanna watch you come on my thigh before I'm inside you.”

You shake your head defiantly as your hips start moving in circles, your clit meeting the spot where his tip presses into the fabric and making you tremble and moan.

“Mm fuck,” his hips lift off the bed to match your pace, this and the way his teeth digs into his lip and the fact that he refuses to say the safe word you two agreed on is all you need to keep continuing, “fuck stop I don’t want to come in my pants.”

“Then don’t,” you sneer as you slow your hips to press harder into him. You both moan in the stuffy air that fills the room, the promise of an orgasm finally starting to bite at your skin.

“I can’t stop it when you’re acting like this,” he pleads and swears loudly as you continue your motions. His conflicting emotions of wanting to hold off but also wanting to come so badly showing blatantly on his pretty face, “fuck you’re always so mean when you’re in control.”

“Deal with it, you wouldn’t come back if you didn’t like it,” your words are punctuated with a throaty groan as you start to come. The muscles in your stomach flexes as you clench hard around nothing. Your body shakes as you fall forward, you palms lying flat on his stomach to hold you up as it feels like you’re being ripped at the seams. The static in your brain almost fully blocks out the irritated swearing you hear from below you and loud metallic sound that follows.

You can’t stop the scream you let out when you’re suddenly pressed face down into your sheets, your ass pressed back into his crotch as his harsh fingers curl around your hips. Your body still shakes in aftershocks and makes your head feel like it’s filled with water.

“I told you to move to my thigh,” he voice is rough, but not truly angry as he sits up behind you. He shoves his thigh between your legs to make a point, the friction from his jeans digging into the sensitive skin of your core makes you whimper as he uses his hands to pull you back and forth on the length of his thigh, “why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you bite back. Your nails claw into the sheets below you as you move with his hands. The pleasure and the pace of everything happening around you melts your brain as you speak before you can stop yourself, “if you didn’t you would have stayed with that girl from the party instead of coming back with me.”

He stops moving once your words reach his ears, his fingers massaging your skin the only part of him that moves as he lets the sentence move through his mind. You cringe at the realization of what you said and at the feeling of his nails scraping your skin as he pulls one hand away.

“Are you by any chance jealous sweetheart?” you hurry your face into the mattress in shame, your ears perking up only when you hear the clicking noise of his belt and the sharp sound of his zipper being pulled down.

You hum into the fabric pressed to your face as you sink further down towards the bed at being caught having feelings like this.

You hear the cracking sound of his hand meeting your skin before you feel it, the dull throbbing pain spreading as the seconds tick. You do feel your body jump in response and more arousal begin to drip from your body.

You loudly whine in protest when his fingers gently wrap around your neck and pull you up to press against his chest, and once your face is placed next to his, he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Answer me baby,” his thumb runs circles into the skin protecting your jugular making you melt back into him, “were you or were you not jealous tonight.”

“Yes,” you admit, placing your pride in a wood chipper.

“Yes what?” you impatiently grunt at the question, but can’t help but love the way he’s playing with you.

“Yes daddy,” you punctuate with a roll of your eyes.

“You shouldn’t be,” he continues to press soft kisses across your skin as his body warms every inch of you. His tone is full of patience making you calm and dazed in his hold, “I’m all yours.”

You yelp, as once he’s finished speaking, he simultaneously digs his teeth into the skin of your jaw and shoves himself fully inside of you. You scratch at his arm as you flutter around him in an attempt to adjust at the sudden intrusion.

You can feel your tongue moving as you plead into the air, but when he begins thrusting into you all the sounds are formed into one mass in your mind and your toes painfully curl. His hips smacking into your skin and the way he makes you stretch around your eyes roll back.

“That’s right,” the steady tone he holds as he knocks into you is almost unnerving as you begin to ragdoll in his hold, “and this little jealous streak you have going makes me think you belong to me just as much as I belong to you.”

He shifts on his knees in search of a better angle, and once he hears your breath pick up he knows he’s found it deep inside you. The way you crumble against him makes him wear a mean grin.

“All mine aren’t you?” he sounds far too proud of himself for your liking. There’s a beat of silence before his open palm lands harshly once again on the tingly skin of your ass, “aren’t you?”

“Yes Mark,” you spit out before you begin gnawing on your lip. Tears form across your water line as once the words finally leave you, he rewards you by moving to press his calloused fingers against your clit.

Incoherent words spill from you as you jerk against him, but he only laughs in response. He immediately starts moving tight circles against the buzzing skin, enjoying the way your chest moves from the way your body arches away from him, your nipples pressing against the thin fabric of your bralette making his brain go haywire.

“You need to come baby,” his voice is gruff and strained as he bosses you, finally showing the way your so tightly wrapped around him is affecting him, “after the little game you played earlier, I’m not gonna last long. You know that don’t you? That’s why you did it?”

“No Mark, I promise,” you shake your head as you grind against his fingers, a second orgasm looming over your head.

“Now don’t start lying to me now, you evil little thing,” you can feel yourself start to shake and your legs start to tingle as he whispers his taunts in your ear, “come for me.”

His fingers, his words, and the way he splits you apart pushes you flying over the edge. Your orgasm floods your veins as you clench harshly around him, the pleasure rocketing up your spine and making you cry out.

The way you wrap around him as you come, makes his hips stutter as he begins to come. He lets out a long groan into your ear and the sound and the feeling of him releasing warm and thick inside you makes your hands reach back to desperately grab at his hips. His fingers speed up as he comes, his orgasm making his brain too foggy to register that he’s elongating your orgasm until it’s bordering on painful.

His adrenaline subsides as he releases the last bit of come inside you, making his balance falter as he collapses both of you to the bed. He’s conscious enough to move his hand from your throat, and instead moves it to pet your face in an attempt to sooth you.

He’s still deep inside of you as he presses his chest against your back to curl around you. His heated breath hitting your face as he uses your face as a pillow as both of your breaths even out. You feel his knee push between your legs, and it feels like your muscles have been turned to jello.

It feels like decades before he finally whispers, almost like he’s afraid that speaking too loud would scare you away, “I didn’t know you’d be jealous.”

“Stop,” you cringe at how sinscere he sounds.

“No we need to talk about it,” his arm wraps around your ribcage and pulling you closer, wanting to make sure you feel safe before entering the conversation.

“I never thought about how you were feeling, so I really never expected you to get jealous over something like that, so I’m sorry.”

“Mark stop,” you don’t think when your hands falls to lace your fingers with his, “I’m the one who overreacted and got jealous over something that wasn’t my business. You shouldn’t be apologizing.”

“But I want to,” he shifts onto his elbow to peer down at you, the emotion behind his eyes scaring you, “if you got that jealous, that means you were clearly feeling something deeper that I wasn’t noticing, and considering how strongly I feel about you, it’s disappointing that I didn’t notice.”

“What do you mean how strongly you feel?” the insecurity in your tone makes your stomach turn, but you need to know.

“I like you a lot,” he sighs deeply once the words are out in the open, “and I have since we met, but when you said you didn’t do relationships I convinced myself that I couldn’t lose you so I just agreed. It was stupid, but I really change your mind if I just stuck around.”

“You did though,” you hand mindlessly moves to grab onto his ear, your fingers kneading the cartalidge and making him shiver, “I like you too, and I should have told you but I was being a brat about the idea of actually liking someone.”

“Oh so we‘re both dumb hm?” he teased leaning into your touch, the fondness behind his eyes making warmth spread across your chest.

“Yeah but I think we already knew that.”

“True,” he lays back down to wrap himself around you and press his mouth tightly against yours momentarily, “also that girl was only a classmate. You got jealous for nothing.”

“Nothing is an understatement,” you groan in embarrassment, “we never defined what we were, there was no reason for me to get wound up like that.”

“If I had just gotten the nerve to tell you that I wanted a relationship you never would have gotten wound up.”

“We really are both dumb,” your blank tone pulls a boyish laugh from him, making him smile and press kisses across you skin.

“You wear me out you know that?” you grin up at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that would read as innocent if you weren’t tangled together in the way you were.

You lean up slightly, crowding his space with your breath, before running your tongue over the seam of his slightly parted mouth, “like you’re not obsessed with it.”

He darts forward, catching you lips in his and making you squeal both from shock and the feeling of him slipping out of you from his movements. He circles your body with his arms and pulls you to lay on top of him.

“You know I’ve never met anyone like you,” you squirm against him, not actually trying to get anywhere just to annoy him a bit. Your legs fall to the sides to straddle him, reminding you of the way the series of events that happened in your bed tonight started. You squeak and pout when he digs his teeth into the skin of your jaw to still you as you keep shifting, “and I don’t think I ever will.”

“Same to you Mark. You’ve ruined me.”

[kindahoping4forever]

Call Out My Name Like Lines From A Page // Calum Hood

I was blessed with this concept by an anon a couple weeks ago and almost immediately had to stop what I was doing to write it. Clownery in its purest form. Thank you for sharing, anon. And thanks to my fav Cal girl @cal-puddies​ for the advice (which for this piece was mainly yelling at me to finish it but still.)

Warnings: Boyfriend!Cal, shades of soft dom!Cal, manual and oral stimulation of a female, male masturbation, slight cumplay, this is basically PWP, ngl

Word Count: 2400

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“Hey, pretty girl, I didn’t think you’d still be up.”

It’s late when Calum walks into the bedroom, after a long day in the studio led to a late night blowing off steam at a bar downtown. 

“Honestly didn’t mean to be, just got caught up reading,” you shrug, holding up your dog-eared paperback for him to see.

“Aw, well thanks for makin’ me feel special, love,” he jokes, leaning in to give you a kiss on his way to the bathroom.

You playfully bite his lip as he pulls away. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, needy,” you tease.

While Cal takes a quick shower, you get up, take your teacup to the sink and turn off the lights you’d left on in the living room for him. When you get back to the bedroom, he’s sprawled out on the bed in his black tank and grey sweatpants, reading the back of your book.

“Looks good,” he comments as you climb in next to him. “You know what’s also lookin’ good right about now…” He exaggeratedly raises his eyebrows in approval of the sight of you wearing only panties and one of his t-shirts; he reaches over and slides a hand up and down your bare thigh to test the waters.

You smirk at him. “Are you ever going to be able to go out and get tipsy without wanting to come home and eat me out?

“Oh, I come home wanting to get between your legs even when I’m stone cold sober, baby,” he replies, pecking at your neck, hand traveling higher to brush against your clothed center.

You giggle, basking in his attention for a minute and then wriggle away from him. “I was actually hoping to finish my chapter before bed, babe,” you admit.

“I’ll wait,” he declares, passing the book to you.

You grin at his persistence. “It’s late.”

“You’ll stay up,” he insists, laying back with a cheeky smile.

You chuckle and resume your reading while Calum pulls out his phone and starts mindlessly scrolling. One hand remains stroking your thigh and you feel his eyes on you every so often and you have to admit, you like it; when he’s like this it makes you feel an irresistible combination of loved, desired and powerful.

You’re surprised that you actually get close to three pages read before his hand starts wandering again. Your eyes flicker over to him but his gaze stays fixed on his phone, as if the hand currently rubbing you over your panties has a mind of its own. 

You are able to stay focused on the words in front of you for a few more paragraphs, until Cal’s hand slides beneath your panties and starts making contact with you; his fingers dip in and out of your wet folds, lightly tracing the geography of your pussy and you involuntarily rock your hips against them, looking for friction.

“Thought you said you could wait for me to finish my book, baby,” you complain playfully.

He brings his hand away from your thighs and turns to face you as he raises his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “I know a busy woman like you appreciates a good multi-task,” he shrugs. 

You bite your lip at his boldness and tentatively return to your reading. He keeps to himself for a minute or two and then suddenly his hand is nonchalantly inside your underwear again. “I have less than 10 pages left, Cal,” you laugh.

“Sounds great, baby, take your time,” he nods casually, as he presses on your clit, causing you to jump.

Your voice is shaky as you say, “Instead of stretching out my panties, you can take them off, you know.”

He looks at you, amused. “Thought you said you wanted to finish your book,” he teases, pulling the material down and off your legs.

“Who said I wasn’t going to?” You fire back, eyes glowing.

Calum laughs in a delighted, low tone that goes straight to your core and moves to lay between your legs. “Fair point, love.” He traces a finger from your knee down your thigh, to just over the lips of your pussy. “We’ll see what gets finished first, you or that chapter.”

You raise the book to your face once again and try your best to focus despite his light strokes up and down your center. He’s having fun messing with you and that’s turning you on almost as much as his touches. You decide to push his buttons right back and quickly rid yourself of your shirt. He looks up to see you with your book in one hand and your breast in the other, tugging at your nipples. He groans.

Your brain manages to process some more words on the page and just as you’re about to turn it, you feel Cal’s tongue on you, licking a long stripe up your center. You shudder but keep reading. Unsatisfied with your reaction, he does it again; only this time, when he reaches your clit, he sucks it between his lips and you cry out. You feel him smile against you as he pulls back and goes back to tracing your skin with his fingertips.

This dance continues for the next few minutes: you gain your composure and keep reading, he teases you by slowly grazing his digits across your folds and just when it feels like you’ve gotten used to that, his mouth suddenly makes its move.

You’ve been staring at the same sentence for what feels like forever now and Cal’s mouth is firmly attached to your clit, swirling and suckling. You notice the hand that had been bruisingly gripping your thigh isn’t there anymore and you peer over your book to see he’s shifted his body so that he can get a hand on his cock. You assumed he had been rutting up against the bed, he usually can’t help it when he goes down on you, but you still moan when you see the tell-tale wet spot on his sweatpants.

“Cal…” you breathe, setting your book down to thread your fingers through his hair. “I give up… fuck… just want you to make me cum.”

He pulls away from you. “I don’t know, baby, that chapter seemed really important to you, I wouldn’t want you to be left wondering,” he says with a slight edge to his voice. He gets up and looks directly at you as he strips off his clothes and wraps his hand around his cock. “Keep reading and I’ll let you cum.”

You whine in frustration and he scowls at you with disdain; Cal doesn’t get like this too often, usually after a stressful day, sometimes after a night out. It’s undeniably hot, especially when the memories flood your mind during the months you’re alone while he’s on tour, but in the moment it’s unbearable.

He gets back on the bed and gets next to you, on his knees; he purposefully strokes his cock in front of you and leans down to let the precum he’s just teased out fall onto your nipples. You suck your lip and start pawing at your breasts but he swats your hands away and reaches over to pick up your book and shove it in your hands before crawling back between your legs. 

Calum nips at your thighs, waiting for you to resume your task before he’ll resume his. You impatiently buck your hips and lament, “Baby, please, I shouldn’t have made you wait.” 

He shakes his head and shifts again so you can see him touching himself. “That doesn’t look like you reading, does it, pretty girl?” He groans as he teases over the head of his cock. “Told you I could wait for you then, I can still wait now.”

You grumble and hold your book up, hands shaking as you turn the pages to find your place. He purrs his approval and licks a long stripe up your pussy as a reward. You try to continue and do what he asks but he’s devoting all of his attention to you now, tongue alternating between dipping inside your entrance and dancing around your clit. Just when you’ve started to recover from one sensation, he switches it up and your entire body trembles. 

You realize you’ve been on this particular page for quite a long time and have absorbed none of it; your lust-addled brain tells you there’s no way Cal could possibly know that though and you turn the page anyways, hoping he’ll reward your progress and let you cum. 

A glimmer of hope shoots through you as he lifts his head up and coos, “Another page? Great job, baby.” A knowing look spreads across his face as he sinks back down to you and growls, “Now read to me.”

Dread and confusion washes over you. “Cal… no,” you whimper.

He shrugs at you. “Seems like such a good book, I’d like to hear some of it, please,” he says in an even tone, as if he isn’t currently squeezing his cock. “It’s had no problem holding your attention so far.”

You take a breath and start to read aloud. It takes a couple of tries for you to make any sound, your throat is so fucking dry. Every sentence comes out in a voice that’s not your own, every word is a struggle, every letter looks like an unknown alien symbol. You could be making this all up off the top of your head for all you know, it feels like you’re speaking in tongues.

Calum makes good on his word and continues to eat you out dutifully as you move swiftly through the book; a moan escapes you every now and again and whenever he applies suction to your clit, you let out a series of gasps that you fear will make him stop and reprimand you, but he never does. You can tell he’s getting desperate too, you can feel him grunting against you as he works.

Your voice is barely audible as you announce, “Cal… babe… laaa… last page…”

He looks up at you, fire in his eyes, your wetness on his face. “Doing so good for me, baby,” he praises, panting almost as much as you are. “Let me have it.”

You’ve never read faster in your life; your eyes fly over the page and you’re speaking at a lightning pace. You’re actively thrusting against Cal’s mouth now but he’s beyond the point of caring, he needs you to cum too. You see him rocking his hips against the bed, cock shiny, angry and longing for attention. He openly moans as he prepares to finally bring you over the edge, lips attaching to your clit and not intending to let go until you finish.

You choke out the final few words and fling the book across the bed, hands rushing to dig into Cal’s hair. Now that you’re able to be fully focused on his actions, you can feel your climax building with great intensity. One long whine is all you’re able to manage as your orgasm plows through you; your hips thrash wildly against his face, you tense up so hard your body seems to fold in on itself and you squeeze your eyes shut so tight you can see stars.

He licks you through it, murmuring in encouragement; he pulls away at the first sign of oversensitivity but he lingers around your thighs, pampering you with soft kisses and reassuring tones. As soon as your body starts to relax and your breathing slows, he’s sitting up and frantically tugging at his cock.

You’re absolutely spent from what you’ve just experienced but the sight of your boyfriend so desperate to get himself off just from pleasuring you has you immediately feeling needy again. You can’t seem to find your words yet so you just whimper and reach for him.

Cal gets next to you, hand working his shaft relentlessly; he’s breathing in that pronounced way that tells you it won’t be long before he’s finished. He starts to lean in and you sit up on your elbows to meet him halfway, kissing him hungrily. You don’t want to disrupt the rhythm he has going on his cock so you scratch your nails up and down his thigh, which makes him groan into your mouth. 

His hand speeds up as he starts panting your name and that needy feeling washes over you again. You get his attention by squeezing his thigh; he opens his eyes to see you sitting there with your mouth open, tongue out, waiting to be filled with his cum. 

“I fucking love you, baby,” he sighs as he scoots closer. He lays the head of his cock on your tongue and gives himself just a few more strokes before you feel warm cum shooting across your mouth. He moans as he slows his pace but maintains a firm grip, making sure he gives you every drop he has. You’ve earned it.

Once he’s finished, he drops his hand and his head and lets out a giant sigh. Before he can pull back, you make quick work of taking him into your mouth under the guise of cleaning him up; really, you just wanted to taste him for even a minute longer.

Calum murmurs in protest and pulls away, collapsing onto the pillow next to you; he pulls you into him and you rest your head on his chest. You lay there for a few minutes, listening to each other’s breathing, enjoying the comfortable silence you often find yourselves in after being intimate.

“Never been more proud to be such an avid reader,” you joke, pressing a kiss to his chest tattoo.

He lets out that surprised raspy laugh you love that always happens when he’s tired. “Lucky my girl’s such a nerd,” he teases, squeezing you close.

Cal sits up and reaches across the bed to retrieve your discarded book. You watch curiously as he pats around the sheets and glances at the floor before he hands it to you and says sheepishly, “Sorry, baby, dunno where your bookmark ended up. Looks like we lost your page.”

A wide grin spreads across your face as you take the book and pull him back down to you. “I don’t think I’ll mind starting back from the beginning.”

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