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palaceofpassion · 3 years ago

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Breaking Ren Ch. 2

Not for the light of hearted!

Warnings, forced feminization, spanking, mean spirited talk.

“MMMmmm♥ You’re amaaazing~” “Oooh Jaune~!♥”

“Mmmph~ Not Nearly as MMmph~ Amazing as you Pyr~”

CREEK CREEK CREEK

As the light of day peered into the room of team JNPR, two bodies rocked back and forth. Hands held together as their lips met one another. The leader knight and his beloved champion paused, their hearts filled with love and warmth as they peered into one another’s eyes.

With every consecutive thrust, every time their lips met little pecks here and there, his heart swooned. He really was lucky to have her, he’d make sure to never take her for granted.

Pyrrha watched the boy of her dreams, the one who hadn’t known who she was, the one that helped her belong and made her feel loved. There were few who understood just how wonderful he was, and honestly at this point? They were just missing out.

“Mmmm~ OooOH Jaune~ I’m so close♥” She felt his fingers lace and lock with hers, through his palms she felt his pulse, felt his breath, they were in sync as one.

“MMmm me too Pyr, I’m almost there~” The two continued to move, their hips bucking in rhythm with one another. Their bodies rocked and jerked in unison. Both of them felt the powerful burning sensation at the pit of their cores.

“OOoOOH!” Together they came, Pyr’s pussy quivered, her juices squirting from her core. Jaune’s cock twitched, pulsed and convulsed as his cum erupted.�� Both of them groaned as the felt their respective orgasms hit a fever pitch, relaxing as they finally came to a conclusion.

“I love you Jaune~ I love you so much~ You’ve brought me so much joy, more than any other person has ever done~ Because of you I’m not alone, I’m not someone's idol, I’m just yours.”

“Pyr~ I feel the same way, I owe you my life. You’ve been there for me, when no one else was, when I didn’t believe in myself you did. I love you so much.” Once more the two lovers pressed forward, their lips meeting, a passionate kiss was shared between them.

Only to be interrupted by the stifled sobs of the individual on the bed next to theirs. Nora had nearly broken down, her mouth gagged with Jaune’s used underwear, her arms bound by powerful dust controlled cuffs meant to hold her in place. She sobbed as she watched her teammates, two people she thought were friends, currently use the love of her life as if he was nothing but a toy.

Her eyes clenched tightly, the last week had been hell for her and Lian. While she did her best to hold on, Lian had almost completely stopped, he didn’t fight or struggle but he didn’t give into their demands. He simply used his semblance to mute himself. Even now he did his best to hold on, his anus filled with Jaune’s thick seed, a constant occurrence nowadays. His face was currently buried in Pyrrha’s ass, forced to pleasure her as she and Jaune shared an intimate moment.

“Nora… stay quiet, you’re ruining this…” Jaune turned to her, a part of him hurt, watching his normally bubbly teammate so down. But she had to learn, he needed to train her, and using Lian was the best way. “You just keep there, looking pretty okay? Enjoy my boxers, after all, it’s the only taste of a real man you’ll ever get.” He released a low hearty chuckle, followed by Pyrrha’s sweet giggle.

“It’s not all that bad Nora, Jaune’s got an excellent taste~” Her voice was low and husky, her eyes glancing back to her beloved who gave her an appreciative look.

Before they could get back to it, the alarm went off. Both eyes turned towards the Alarm, ah it was about time to get ready. “Right well… time this day started.”

“Awww~ Okay. You get a shower first okay?” Jaune smiled and nodded, pulling out of Lian.

PLOP

A thick glob of cum oozed out of his constant gaping ass, “Well I’ll go get Lian ready too then~ Someones gotta get him looking pretty for the day, and I’m obviously the prettiest one here~” Pyrrha rolled her eyes at her beloved’s sarcasm, though… he wasn’t wrong. Hopping off of their gasping toy she took the time to appreciate Lian’s new look. Apparently Jaune’s cum was something intense, Lian had somehow become even more feminine lately. His waist had slimed, his muscles had begun to diminish, and his face had become smoother, more round.

Pyrrha watched as Jaune tugged on Lian’s collar, pulling the leash they had gotten for specific in dorm use. They weren’t quite ready to make Lian’s treatment public just yet.

As the boys entered the bathroom; Pyrrha turned her attention to Nora. She moved towards her smaller friend, removing Jaune’s boxers. “There we go~”

“W...h...y?” Pyr watched as Nora began to sob, her eyes red from her fresh and old tears.

“Why what dear Nora?” Tilting her head she gave Nora a questioning look. “Why Lian’s being punished in your place?”

“He’s not Lian! He’s Ren! My Renny!” Pyrrha simply shook he head as she gently stroked the ginger’s hair.

“No, that’s not right Nora. You had your chance, Jaune gave you so many to just behave. But you spat on his good will. And well, Lian let you get away with everything, so as Jaune’s said, Lian had to be punished.”

The two paused as loud grunts and thumps started to go through the bathroom. “Oh my~ Jaune just can’t help himself, he’s got such vigor~♥”

“Whyyyyyy....” Nora struggled against her restraints, “I… I thought… I thought we were friends.” She felt gentle arms wrap around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Oh Nora~ Of course we’re friends~ Just now… now Lian’s our toy too. You have to understand, it’s her place, and she’ll be happy once she realizes that. Besides~ you two would have never worked out.”

Nora felt fear as Pyr continued to stroke her hair, where had the kind Pyrrha gone? Why were they doing this! She didn’t want them to treat her so badly, she missed her old team!

“Don’t worry~ I’m sure Jaune will let you join one day, you’ll be our pretty little toy too~ You’ll get to have his babies! Oh it’ll be so wonderful!~”

Fear seized Nora, she didn’t want that! She wanted Ren’s children!

“Come on, let’s get you ready~.” She felt a gentle kiss against her chee as Pyrrha stopped restraining her with her semblance. The old Nora would have jumped at the chance, but she was just so tired, she hadn’t been sleeping and she was mentally and emotionally exhausted.

She followed Pyrrha as the boys finally came into the dorm. Ren was once again dressed up in a girls uniform… one that they had made for him. It fit his new curves well, his hair was tied to the side again, and his slim face was far more appealing. Nora hated herself, she realized how good Ren looked as a lady. She glanced at Ren’s skirt, knowing full well that Ren was going commando, Jaune didn’t allow Ren to wear underwear in the case he needed a nice quickie.

Though… to her confusion she noticed jaune hadn’t been wearing clothes. His cock free and hard still, he watched as he grabbed Pyrrha and her by the hands pulling her in. “Hey Lian! We’ll be back in a while, going to show Nora what a man can do.” Fear, absolute fear filled her heart as she stared at Ren, whose face was filled with terror, and hurt. But she watched as he used his semblance to mute his emotions, he wasn’t going to help her…

Ren was doing his best! It’d been so hard since they started mistreating him, they’d been using him as their personal toy for all their twisted pleasures. He wasn’t even sure if they’d had sex yet and were just using him. He hadn’t given in, he wouldn’t, but as he watched Nora get dragged away, powerless to fight against his situation he felt his heart sink. No… they couldn’t take Nora from him, she was the last thing keeping him together. He felt his semblance activate automatically, a form of defense he’d been using recently. His heart broke as he watched her teary eyed expression.

The door closed with a loud thump, he felt fear in his hearts as loud moans filled the bathroom. Crawling to his bed he moved into a fetal position, he hadn’t broken yet and he definitely wouldn’t now. But he still felt hot tears flowing from his eyes.

Nora’s breathing became ragged, her pulse erratic and her skin began to crawl. She was currently pinned between Jaune and Pyrrha, both of which were much taller than her. Her face was buried between Pyr’s impressive bust. Though, what scared her was the thick rod that was currently resting in the cleft of her ass. She felt it pulse, heat radiating from the meaty shaft, panic filled her as she tried to cry only to realize there were no more tears.

“Don’t worry Nora~ You’ll love this.” She felt Jaune’s hands at her hips, his cock repositioning itself in the gap between her thighs. She felt his hips move.

“No please… please Jaune, I want Ren to be my first, pleeeease.”

“Now Nora~ You know Lian can’t give it to you, she’s just not big enough. But me?” She felt heat between her thighs, something was prodding at her entrance, her outer lips splitting apart. “Me I can give it to you, all of it.” She felt his voice, hot against her ear, he pulled back and her grip on Pyrrha tightened as she prepared herself.

Instead of something piercing her though, she felt the veiny rod slide across her quivering pussy. The head bumping and rubbing against her clit, shivers of pleasure and disgust went through her body.

“Mmm~ You feel so good Pyr~” She felt the two above her move, pressing her against them tighter as they began to kiss. They were using her but not using her, this was horrible. Was this how Ren felt?

She did her best to stifle her moans, but everytime Jaune quickened, his pace becoming rapid, she lost a little of her resistance. By the end she was moaning loudly, her body betraying her as she felt Pyrrha’s lips against her neck, biting down on her. Jaune’s hands had moved grabbing and plying at her ample bust.

Being the least experienced of the trio she orgasmed first, it so happened to be the strongest one she’d ever had. “MMMOOOOOOOOOH GAWWWWD!♥” Shame filled her body as she wailed loudly, but even then Jaune didn’t give up, his thrusts constantly sending pleasure through her body even as she went limp.

This continued for a few more minutes, she’d lost count as her mind blanked, she was so tired.

By the end of it, she was on her knees covered in Jaune’s thick seed, afraid that it’d scald her flesh. Her orange hair was covered in white, and her face was drenched in his scent. She hated it, she hated it so much! She wanted Renny, she wanted her Renny to hold her. This was absolutely awful. ♥

She felt Jaune draw closer to her, “Heh~ Don’t worry, I’ll let Lian take one thing from you at least.” Joy, that was good! Ya… they still cared right? She was just tired, but she wasn’t broken. She wouldn’t break, not ever, a defiant flame rising in her heart. She’d save her Renny, and they’d be away from these two monsters.

She felt their hands all over her body as they washed her, toyed with her, prepared her for the day.

As the trio came out of the shower Jaune watched Ren bowled over on Nora’s bed, his body was completely grey, obviously from his semblance use.

Making his way over, Jaune raised his hand, giving it a good SLAP , this caused Lian to come to attention.

Ren’s eyes glanced over to Nora, his fears seemingly confirmed as he noticed how exhausted she was. So they did it… they’d taken Nora’s first. He felt another part of him crumble.

“Alright, enough moping, come on let’s get going.” He felt Jaune pull on him, forcing him to his feat. He followed mutely behind Jaune, though he noticed Pyrrha specifically kept him away from Nora.

As the four members of JNPR began to exit the dorm, they ran into the members of RWBY. Ruby had been having trouble keeping the rest of her pets under control, Weiss, Yang and Blake had all become more defiant, and it was obvious she was tired.

“Hey Rubes, you alright?” He could hear the sounds of faint buzzing, at least they hadn’t rioted just yet, but it looked like she could use some help.

“Yeah, just tired, these three are such a pain to handle.” Ruby paused as she stared back to Jaune, “Hey Jaune?”

“Ya Rubes?”

Jaune noticed Ruby’s hands which began to twirl around one another, “Can you… can you help me train them?”

Jaune cocked an eye as he looked at his meek friend, he noticed the dash of red on her cheeks. Pyrrha noticed it as well, a grin on her face as she elbowed her lover. “Ya, ya we’ll help you. Might as well get our pets tamed right.”

“Tamed?! Pets?! You indignant bastard, what do you think we are!?” Jaune didn’t say anything instead turning to Ruby, even as Blake drew closer, he noticed the scowls that on Weiss and Yang as well.

Turning to Ruby he patiently asked, “Ruby? Do I have permission to discipline your pets?”

“PETS YOU BA…”

Blake was cut off by Ruby’s fervent nodding. “Yes please! They’re so terrible!”

The remaining members of team RWBY looked at their leader, shock apparent in their eyes.

“Like this idiot could even…” Weiss was quickly silenced however.

SLAP SLAP

Both her and Blake stared at Jaune, each holding onto a different cheek. “Both of you will be QUIET! Do you understand me?”

Yang was about to say something, step forward when she felt the vibrator in her pussy strengthen. Pyrrha had felt it earlier, their little toys had been made of metal, something Ruby had probably done intentionally as she was currently smiling at Pyrrha. “UHHGGGG YOU BASAAASTARD!”

Jaune made haste, grabbing Yang by the hair and pulling her close, “You will be quiet, do you understand me?” If he had been paying attention to his beloved and his red headed friend, he would have noticed their faces turning crimson at his domineering tone.

“Let me Go you BASTARD!” She was about to strike him when she was suddenly pulled into an Armlock, Pyrrha had moved already pinning Yang to the ground, applying pressure to her back. “OW OW OW STOP PLEAsE!” Aura was great, but it wasn’t so great when it came to being held.

As for Blake, she’d barely been coming through from her shock, though that ended once she felt Jaune’s hands against her ears, her faunus ones. Fear filled her chest as the ribbon that hid her ears was stripped off. “You… you will show your real ears, you’re just a pet, not a person.” She was about to say something else when she heard a click. Turning to Ruby, she had noticed she was recording this.

“Ru...ruby?”

“Sorry Blake, but you’ve caused us the most trouble, you need this. Now be a good girl.” Blake was about to say something else when she felt Jaune’s hands at her waist, underneath her skirt. Pulling down she felt him strip her panties off, with a tug he simply tore them from her posh rear.

“Pet’s don’t need their underwear. Pyr?”

“Yes?”

“Take Yang’s.” Yang began to panic as Pyrrha wasted no time tearing her pure white panties from her plump bottom.

Blake was about to pounce on Jaune once more when she felt the vibrator’s power increase, turning to Ruby she saw her with the remote in hand. Strength left her as she used the wall to balance herself, before she could compose herself once more.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

She felt four powerful slaps across her bare ass, “AYEEEE!” They were hard and painful, strong enough to draw tears from her eyes.

“You, will, listen.” She whimpered softly as she nodded her head. Jaune pocketed both her panties and the ribbon.

Turning to Weiss he saw her freeze, before he could do anything she gave up. She’d never been hit before, and honestly she had mixed feelings. On one hand it hurt, on the other though… “I’ll… I’ll get them myself.”

Jaune watched as she slipped her panties off, a pleasant white color. Weiss flinched as Jaune’s hand came close to her face again. “Good girl…” She felt his hand rub against her cheek, scratching her gently. She nodded.

“Well we have to go to class, I doubt this will keep them calm, but when everything’s done with the day we’ll get to training our pets okay Ruby?”

Rubbing a streak of red from her nose she nodded. “Good let’s get going.”

And the group followed behind, Jaune, Ruby, and Pyrrha leading the way. Weiss, Ren, and Nora just behind them, and Blake and Yang behind them. Only four people seemed to be in a semi good mood that morning.

Glynda smiled as she watched her students pile out of her class. After her previous talk with Mr. Arc and Ms. Rose, their teams have been rather well behaved. With that said, she wasn’t blind, she’d seen the changes in their teams demeanor. From Miss Nikos sparklingly face, to Miss Valkyries downcast demeanor. The way that Xiaolong and Belladonna seemed unable to stay still, to Schnee’s oddly pleasant look. Though, what caught her attention was Ren’s change in clothing and continence. She hadn’t been the only one to notice, as she’d seen several boys, and even some girls eyeing the young man. Well young woman it seemed, she wasn’t one to judge. Though, she had a feeling that the change hadn’t been one of their own choosing.

She watched as the leaders of both teams seemed to hold themselves a little higher, their teams muting whenever they received their glances. A small smile touched her lips, so they had taken her talk about discipline seriously.

As the day came to end she noticed only Rose, Xiaolong, Arc, and Valkyrie stayed.

“You two know what to say.” It was Arc who spoke these words.

Glynda watched as Xiaolong and Valkyrie approached her, Xiaolong seemed angry but muted. Whereas Valkyrie seemed emotionally tired.

“We’re Sorry Ma’am.” Oooh~ This was pleasant.

“I see… well so long as you learned your lesson.” Both girls nodded and waited.

“Alright! Let’s get going!” Ms Rose was the one to take command this time, the two girls nodded and followed her out.

“Actually~ Mr. Arc, Ms. Rose can you stay behind?” Both students stared at each other in confusion, though they relented and sent their teammates on ahead.

“I’ve noticed the change in your teammates. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on.”

She watched as her young pupils froze, fear obvious in their face.

“Now now, I’m not going to scold you, in fact. Good job.”

“E...excuse me?” It was Mr. Arc who broke the silence.

“You’re doing exactly what needs to be done, both of you have done praise worthy work. Though… it seems that you’re still ‘training’ your teammates.”

Once again the students paused, Rose was the one that answered next.

“Yes… ma’am… Jaune’s going to help me ‘discipline’ my team a bit more. They’re still a little unruly.”

Glynda nodded, she knew how difficult it must be for the younger girl to keep her team under control. With a smile she pulled out a receipt.

“Here you go, this is for both of you. I noticed the changes early on but I wanted to make sure first. This is from a special shop of mine, consider it a gift for outstanding leadership.” Both students looked at the tag, it was for a domination shop in Vale, TIED A KNOT .

“Ma’am?” Both students looked at the professor.

“These… things happen from time to time. Professors tend to give gifts to their favored students.” She smiled as she made her way back to her desk.

“The expenses have been covered, you just need to pick up the products~”

Both students nodded as they made their way out.

Jaune didn’t know how to feel right now, he had expected to be scolded, to be shamed, but instead their professor had given them the okay. Apparently their hands off approach extended even this far. Turning to Ruby he saw the girl practically vibrating, a smile on her face. Instinctively he placed a hand on her head, giving her a gentle pet. He felt her lean into his touch, a smile on her face.

“This is so exciting Jaune!” He agreed.

“Yeah… yeah it is. My team will go and get the supplies, do you mind bringing your team to our dorm? Get them ready?”

“Sounds good!” He watched as the read reaper burst into a flurry of petals, grabbing her three teammates on the way out.

“What was that about?” Smiling at his beloved he held the receipt out, grasping it Pyrrha let out a small gasp.

“Seems we have permission.” Placing his hands behind his back he began to walk out, “We should get going, no need to change our uniforms will do just fine.”

Pyrrha frantically nodded as she began to practically skip after him. Without a word both Nora and Lian followed. Lian was forced to stand on Jaune’s right, while Nora was on Pyrrha’s left hand.

“I suppose~ We’ll be making this official soon.” Jaune’s hand slipped past Lian’s skirt, lifting it so he could give her a good squeeze. He felt Lian flinch under his touch, his cock twitched in his pants.

Strange things had been happening recently, Velvet had noticed a change in her friends from the year below. She’d seen Jaune and Pyrrha become closer, finally they’d gotten that across it seemed. But she’d seen the change in their teammates, Ren had started to dress like a girl, and Nora wasn’t as peppy. She wasn’t sure what was going on but something had to be, though there was another thing. As a Faunus she had a heightened sense of smell. And lately she's been smelling something addictive coming from the four. Specifically from Jaune, Ren, and Pyrrha, rather she could smell Jaune on both his teammates. She’d seen the way he seemed to take complete control of Ren, how he was holding and domineering him.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was exciting, and she wanted to know more. Her eyes trailed downwards as Jaune’s hand moved to Ren’s lower section, she almost gasped in surprise when she realized the other boy wasn’t wearing any underwear. Even more so when she noticed Jaune squeezing, his finger sliding in between the cleft of Ren’s ass.

Continuing her spying she found them at a well known Bondage shop, TIED A KNOT. This confused her, but she continued to watch, unnoticed so far. As they left the store she pursued once more, finally stopping when they took a detour down a dark alleyway. Silently she followed, her ears picking up on movement, muffled voices, and something else.

“Shit~ You’re so tight Lian, you wanted this didn’t you?” Vel felt a million emotions at once, fear, lust, jealousy, arousal, but more importantly, the urge to join in. Before her eyes Jaune Arc the dorky leader of JNPR, was currently smashing into Lie Ren’s ass, the rather pretty boy who no longer looked like a boy. No she saw a woman, nay a slut, one that was currently pinned against the brick wall of a building, their ass sticking out. She watched as Jaune’s pe… no his massive cock! Slammed in and out of Ren… no Lian’s plump ass. Their bodies bucking back and forth in sync. Her eyes gazed away briefly, Pyrrha was recording everything, a smile on her face, her tongue flicking between her lips from time to time.

She wasn’t sure where Nora was, at least not at first. Glancing back at the boys, she noticed Nora below Lian, Jaune’s hands were actually on her hips holding her close as he continued to thrust into what was once her boyfriend. She could hear her soft sobs, as if she’d lot something precious.

Normally Vel should have stopped this, she should have gone in there and made sure that none of this happened. But there was a part of her who watched this in awe, she felt desires she’d never experienced before, ones that were lightning an unknown flame in her belly. Before anyone would notice her she left, her direction back to TIED A KNOT.

Ren felt humiliation, he did his best not to show it, not to give them satisfaction. But even with his semblance it was hard to ignore the looks he was getting. He knew why though, he could feel it too, every step he took more would slide down his legs. Jaune’s semen which dripped from his ass had started to leak out as they made their way back to the dorm.

He felt even worse when he realized he couldn’t see Nora’s expression, was she ashamed of him? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that things weren’t going to end any time soon.

When the team got to their dorm they found Ruby already waiting outside, her teammates nowhere to be found. “There you guys are!” Dashing towards them she stopped just ahead of Jaune, handing his scroll back to him.

“Thanks for letting me borrow this!”

“No problem Rubes. I’m assuming the girls are inside?”

“Yep!”

“Alright let’s get going.” Pushing open the door he smiled at what awaited them. All three girls were currently stripped of their clothes, bound and gagged with their own underwear it seemed. “Nice touch on the gag.”

“Thanks! I figured they wouldn’t be needing them anymore so might as well make use of it.

“Ooh! That’s creative Ruby.” The red heads stared at each other, giving one another a warm smile.

As everyone filed into the room Jaune began to strip, EVERYONE’S attention was drawn to him. Even those that had already seen him nude before. He’d grown a lot since coming to beacon, not quite on the level of Sun, but he had muscles that begot his loose clothing. Then there was the other thing, the other members of JNPR had seen it before, but for RWBY? This was a first, different emotions went through the girls. Yang was one of unbelief, Blake was one of an odd sense of fear, Weiss while unsure of herself felt something she couldn’t quite touch on, Ruby? Ruby felt an intense thirst enter her body, she wanted some of that.

“Right then, let’s get started. Lian, strip.” All eyes turned to Lian, who did their best not to look at anyone. Slowly she took off her clothes, revealing that she too wasn’t wearing underwear. But to the surprise of the members of RWBY, he also wore a small cock cage, one made by Pyrrha.

The girls felt pity for him, but that didn’t last long as they realized similar fate’s would befall them.

Jaune grabbed the bags from Nora, tossing them onto his bed he began to fish through them. 5 collars were retrieved, each with a tag, and different animal symbols. A mix between cats and dogs, “These are gifts from Goodwitch. From now on you five are officially recognized as our pet’s and bitches.”

Blake tried to interject again, but her underwear prevented her from doing so. Jaune simply turned to her and grabbed her by the hair dragging her to Nora’s bed. Even as she struggled she couldn’t find the strength to fully fight back. “Ruby.”

“Yes?” She asked, her face red and excited. “I’m going to start with this little bitch. Is that okay?”

Ruby nodded enthusiastically, she failed to see the sorrow in Yang’s eyes.

Removing the gag from Blakes Mouth he pinned her to the bed. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” SLAP Once more he struck her face.

“I told you to shut up Blake.”

She still held her defiant look, “YOU BASTARD WHO CARES! I’M NOT A FUCKING ANIMAL! DON’T YOU DARE PUT TH…” SLAP SLAP

“I don’t like using violence, I hate it even, I won’t punch you, but you need discipline.” Turning to Ruby he smiled, “Ruby can you hold her down for me?”

The younger girl nodded eagerly. In a flash she was sitting on top of Blake who struggled under the weight unable to breath.

“See, it wasn’t just these collars, no~ Goodwitch ordered us some more.” From the bag he pulled two things, one was an anal plug with a black cat tail. “This one was for Blake apparently.” The second item? It was a studded paddle, “And this is for anyone who misbehaves, I suppose Blake gets to test both those out.

Blake couldn’t see what was going on, she could barely breathe, but she wouldn’t let these bastards do what they wanted! She wasn’t an animal, he was a proud Faunus, not some… some human bitch! Before she could really get defiant though she felt Ruby hop off of her. Her eyes widened as she saw Jaune with the paddle in hand.

“Here you go Ruby~” He handled the paddle to Ruby, her eyes practically going.

“Can… can I really go first?”

“Of course! She’s yours after all~” It was Pyrrha who spoke up.

“Ruby… please no?” She couldn’t believe how excited her teammate was.

“Sorry Blake, but you’ve been a bad girl. And you need to be punished.” A chill fell down her spine, in a flurry she tried to get up and run, but she was grabbed by Jaune. She felt his hands on her shoulders. In a flash she soon found herself face first on the bed, a hand held onto the back of her head.

“Alright Ruby, give her a few good swings.”

A few good swings meant way more than just that. Blake’s eyes clenched as she felt the paddle hit her ass.

SMACK

It wasn’t once or twice, it was over and over. Blake lost count, her mind numbing from the pain she was going through, her ass red and on fire from being hit over and over. She blanked out not too long after.

“Well shit… she couldn't even last five minutes.” It was Pyrrha, a sinister smile upon her lips.

Ruby smiled, attaching the black collar with a cat’s paw onto Blake’s unmoving body.

Yang was at a total loss! What was going on?! WHY WAS HER SISTER DOING THIS! WHY WAS PYRRHA?! WHY?! She felt her heart shatter when Blake stopped moving. She didn’t want them to do this to her, no please make it stop. She wanted to shout and yell, but before she could she was interrupted.

“Master, mistresses?” All eyes, including Jaune, Ruby’s, and Pyrrha’s all fell upon Weiss in shock.

“Weiss?” It was Ruby who spoke first, surprised the heiress had managed to remove the gag on her own.

“I’ve… I’ve been a bad girl, can you… can you please discipline me?” Well now that was surprising.

“Yes.” It was Jaune who spoke first. “Yes we can… though seeing as you’re being a good girl.” He paused and brought Pyrrha down on the bed, having her sit. “You’ll get the honor of having Pyrrha spank you with her bare hand.”

Weiss' eyes lit up, she was getting special treatment! “Yes please! But… but can you spank me later too?” Her eyes were needy, hungry, so much so Jaune couldn’t help but smile.

“Sure, so long as you keep being a good pet okay?” She nodded slowly.

Yang couldn’t believe her ears, this wasn’t the same Weiss she knew!

Weiss made her way over to Pyrrha, who couldn’t contain her joy, there was more to just being a dom in this situation. Pyrrha hated Weiss, she hated her so much. Not just because she had held Jaune’s attention for so long, no it was more than that. She hated the way that she used her position to leverage and berate Jaune when they first met. She hated how she often used her own position to trample on those she thought ‘lower’ than her. Then there was the way that she tried to use Pyrrha early on, she’d heard the whispers after that, that they could end up as a power couple. Her and Weiss? Yeah right, she’d rather be incinerated than let that happen.

As she felt the flat girl below her she couldn’t help but feel excitement, “You know Weiss~ I hate you.”

SLAP!

Pyrrha’s hand came down upon Weiss’ smooth pale bottom. “I hated how you treated Jaune!”

SLAP!

A soft whimper escaped Weiss lips as tears formed at the edges of her eyes. “I HATED HOW HE LOOKED AT YOU!” Jaune felt guilt at this one, he really was an idiot.

SLAP!

More tears formed, Weiss ass began to turn red. “I HATED THE WAY YOU LORDED MY POSITION, NOT YOURS OVER HIM WHEN WE MET!”

SLAP!

Her slaps became heavier, faster, stronger. “I HATED THE WAY YOU TRIED TO USE ME! YET HAD THE GAL TO THINK HE WAS DOING THE SAME, YOU LITTLE HYPOCRITICAL BITCH!”

SLAP “I’M” SLAP “I’M SO” SLAP “SORRRRRY!” SLAP “I’VE BEEN A BITCH!” SLAP!

“That you have Weiss, but that’s okay, cause now you’re our good little pet, our little bitch, isn’t that right?”

Weiss shivered at Pyrrha’s soft touch, the way she rubbed her reddened rump. “Yes… yesss I have mistress, I’ll be good~”

“Good girl~” Slowly Pyrrha pulled Weiss back, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. Her eyes glanced towards Jaune’s twitching cock. “I see someone liked that~”

“Shit that was hot… how could I not?”

Giggling Pyrrha began to gently lay Weiss down on the bed. “You’ll get your chance to have fun with her too, but she’s still new at this and pretty tired I think.” Weiss though exhausted had a rather stupid smile on her face. Pyrrha slipped her collar on, one with a small fox paw.

“Now then… your turn, you stupid cow.” It was Jaune, grabbing onto Yang’s hair he flopped her onto his bed, back against the sheets. He saw the panic in her eyes, she wasn’t defiant any longer. For people like Yang hitting her friends was the best method of breaking her. Slowly his hands traisted her toned belly, his fingers slipping up to her breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted her perky nipples, “You’re just a huge slut aren’t you? Look at these milk bags, you’re only as good as a milk cow you know that?”

Yang wanted to fight, but she was so scared, fear had gripped her heart and the once brave girls were gone. “Glynda got us some toys for you too~” She felt Jaune move, the sound of a paper bag ruffled. She watched as he pulled out what appeared to be two rings, with small weights dragging off of them. But then it hit her, those rings had needles.

“Noooo” She muffled through her gag, fear starting to reach every bit of her.

“Pyr, Rubes?”

“Yes~” Both answered in a singsong voice.

“Hold the cow down for me please.”

“Of course!”

“Yes!”

Yang felt her body held down from her sides. The air was soon knocked out of her lungs as she felt Jaune sit on top of her chest, his entire weight upon her body. She flinched, a heavy thick musk filled her nose. His massive cock lay just below her chin, resting between her breasts. She had already thought it was huge before, but now? Now it was terrifying, if that entered her, it’d break her… maybe that wasn’t so bad? Maybe… maybe she didn’t need Blake?

“Now… this is going to hurt.” Her attention snapped back to him, but she couldn't find his hands. Then it happened, an intense and sharp pain shot through her right breast, unable to clearly see she still knew what happened. The needle pierced her nipple droplets of blood slid down her breast. “There we go~”

She squirmed under his weight unable to move, though a heat formed in her core, her pussy began to moisten.

She struggled under his touch, feeling him pull on the ring once it was in place. “Mmm~♥” She hadn’t meant to moan into her panties, but it happened.

“Wow… what a freaking slut.” It was Ruby, Ruby! “I can’t believe we’re related… Bet you’re mom was the same way.” Yang wanted to cry, but she wasn’t given the chance as her other nipple was pierced, once more pain and now pleasure burned through her body. She nearly blanked out like Blake had, once more Jaune pulled.

“Now don't be that way Ruby~ You can’t fight your blood sometimes, let Yang be a slut, it’s all good.” She felt his breath near her ear, “Don’t worry though~ I’ll be your daddy.” Her heart thumped in her chest, he did remind her of her dad… Why did she think that?! “You won’t be needing Blake anymore.”

Panic filled her chest, but then she felt him pull on her rings, pain filling her body, she blanked out as she began to pee in fear and pain.

The trio got off of the broken mess of a girl, turning back to Nora and Ren, Nora by this point had stripped as she felt they’d want her to. They had done almost nothing to her, not in comparison to the others.

“Now then you two…” He paused smiling, however, he was interrupted at a knock on the door. “Huh… put a pin on that.” Slowly he opened the door, on his face peering through, it was Velvet who seemed oddly anxious.

“Hey Vel. Whats up?” Velvet could smell sweat and fluids from her side, oh god did she come at a good time?!

“Uhm… uhm. Hey Jaune.” She smiled at him, Velvet was definitely cute, “I… can I join?”

“J...Join?” Before he could ask more, he was presented with a collar, a brown one with a bunny rabbit on it. A smile began to cross his face.

“Please?”

“Yes… yes you can.” Opening the door wide, Velvet couldn’t contain her excitement, a huge smile on her face as she looked at the stunned faces of Ren and Nora, or the broken bodies of WBY. Her tongue slipped past her lips as she walked in. “Welcome my dear bunny.”

“Thank you master~” Jaune closed the door behind them.

The night was going to be so much fun~ Good thing he had the camera set up in his room, it’d make recording all of this so much easier. As Velvet walked towards the bed he gave her ass a good firm slap, squeezing her tight rear, his fingers slipping through her underwear.

“Mmm~♥” Her cheeks flushed red, his cock twitched in excitement, though he wasn’t the only one. He watched Pyrrha and Ruby eyed Velvet, lust and hunger obvious in their countenance. He wasn’t the only one looking forward to the next few hours.

#Lie Ren #Pyrrha Nikos #Nora Valkyrie #Jaune Arc #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Yang Xiao Long #Blake Belladonna

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Manager!Seijoh KYO ROUTE

a/n: AAAAA HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!

THIS IS KYO’S ROUTE AND TBH, I REALLY WANT TO MAKE AN IWA ROUTE BUT I ALSO WANT TO MAKE AN OIKAWA ROUTE BC IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT SOMEONE’S FAVORITE IS ACTUALLY OIKS AND I WANT TO GIVE HER THAT ENDING AND I WANT IWA TO HAVE AN ENDING AS A PERSONAL REQUEST HEHEHEHEHEHE

REMINDER, THIS IS A WHAT IF SCENARIO LIKE WHAT IF SHE ENDS UP WITH KYO AND HOW WOULD IT HAPPEN SO THIS IS NOT REALLY GOING TO BE PART OF THE MAIN MANAGER!SEIJOH SERIES

anon requests:

-i love the seijoh manager one and i was just wondering if i could please request one where she ends up with kyoken

-OH MY GOD Can y/n-chan and kyoubabie end up together and like how would the team react wawlndksndkfnkdndkfnkd im so soft

-I kinda like the idea after the time skip that Kyo and the manager end up together, he's still such a softie for her. I feel like after seeing how Kyo acts around her the team wasn't surprised that they ended up together and kinda expected it.

- what if manager reader and Kyotani kiss 😳👉👈

- hi I love your seijoh manager aus! They’re so cute and wholesome but also very chaotic 😭 I have a request,, if yn and kyo end up together then can you do a scenario where the boys find out and are like 👁👄👁 huh, u choose the dog?? NDJJS IDK KYO IS SO UNDERRATED BUT N E WAYS ILY AND YOUR SERIES YOURE SO TALENTED 😭💕

i totally not already planned this part from the last part

tw: hint of abuse

ALSKDFJASDKJAFKLDSJFLKA HINATA SAID NYOOM

so,,, yep lets start

hehehehehehehe kyo is so protective like bls be mine

even though miyo has been expelled and doesnt mess w you anymore, he still looks out for you and makes sure no one messed w you

like he actually goes to the first floor immediately and leans on the wall outside your class so he could walk with you to the gym or to lunch

at first, you thought it was bc oikawa told him to look out for you but when you found out it was competely all him, you were so soft for him and appreciative at him taking the time to go to you

like one day after class, you were planning on just eating lunch inside the classroom with kunimi and kindaichi but you were thirsty and felt stuffed in the room so you excused yourself to go eat at the roof

as you opened the door, you came face-to-face with the blonde upperclassman and you were so shocked that you closed the door on impulse

you said haha not today satan

but you realized who he was and hurriedly opened it

‘ohmagod im so sorry kyo-san!’

he shrugged

‘its fine’

you smiled apologetically and cleared your throat

‘so,,, what can i do for you, kyo-san?’

he shoved his hands in his pockets bc in truth, he didnt really know, but he caught sight of your bento on your hands

‘the roof?’

he asked making you look at him, impressed

‘howd you know?’

‘if youre not eating in there, the roof would be the only other place youd eat, right?’

you leaned against the doorway and reached forward to rub his arm

‘you stalking me now, kyo-san?’

he narrowed his eyes and looked away

but he grabbed your hand before interlacing your fingers and you were shocked to be dragged with him to somewhere in the school

‘the roof’

was all he said and you quickly kept up to pace with him until you arrived your destination at the top of the school

it was quite a cloudy day so the sun was actually out of view but it wasnt going to be a rainy day

the temperature was slowly getting colder since you were now transitioning from fall to winter but you didnt care bc it was still fresh air

you hurriedly tugged him forward and sat him down next to you so you both were seated together

‘do you not eat lunch kyo-san?’

‘no. i dont have time’

he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them while you laid your legs on a straight line in front of you so you could rest the box on your lap

kyo laid his cheek on his arm as he watched you excitedly unwrap the cloth and open the mint-green lid to reveal the rice and tamagoyaki with chicken bites inside

‘itadakimasu!’

you softly clapped your hands then positioned your chopsticks but you paused, head turning to kyo

he felt like he was caught stealing something lmao stealing glances get it so he quickly averted his gaze to the railing that surrounded the roof

you delicately placed a hand on his arm which gave you his attention and you raised a piece of the egg dish

‘one?’

you offered and he shook his head but you pouted at him making him sigh then open his mouth

now you were no gorgon ramsai im cackling sorry but you could cook since your mother believed that you werent a girl unless you knew how to cook

his eyes were shining as he chewed and you giggled before holding up another piece which he quickly snatched up

‘ill bring you your own bento tomorrow kyo-san~!’

and you did

the next day, you waited for him at your class and when you caught sight of him walking from your class window, you bounced up in your seat, startling kindaichi from eating his noodles

‘y/n?’

kunimi questioned but you werent even looking at him

‘ill see you later, aki!’

you waved and opened the door to go to kyo, who lowkey got scared when you just ran up to him

he raised his hand to ruffle your hair and you got closer to him and held out the blue box

‘here. as promised’

he held the box and stared at it, like it was the first time someone gave him this

you took his surprise as gratitude and grabbed his hand, swinging it as you talked about your lessons on your way to the roof

when he opened it, he lifted the first container and saw what was hiding at the very bottom shelf

it was a serving of famima chicken with its wrapper stil intact

‘how-’

‘saw you eating it when you first joined the team. then i started noticing you eating it whenever we go to the convenience store’

the fact that you were so perceptive towards him brought an unfamiliar feeling inside him that made his heart thump and stomach to tickle

‘dont worry, kyo-san! i made sure everything was good!’

your eyes closed due to the intensity of your grin and you raised a thumbs up to prove your word further

he blinked at you and truly thought you were an angel

an angel sent down to help a lost hope like him?

was that you?

were you his angel?

during practice, he was actually very calm and collected and wasnt pushing anyone at all which surprised everyone

iwaizumi even stared at him confusingly and if iwa was looking at him like that, the entire team knew something was up

‘oi, kyotani, you good? you sick?’

rip 2020 would like to know your location

the fake blonde turned to him and shook his head, face free of any glare or irritation

in fact, he looked like a completely different person if not for the hair

‘im good’

he answered

‘did they have a buy one get one sale on that chicken of yours?’

oikawa tested

if he answered him, something was definitely wrong

‘no. i dont think so’

yep, something was wrong

oikawa was screaming and shouting that the world was going to end while the others were laughing, panicking, and worrying while iwa just stood there, staring at his underclassman

you returned from filling up the bottles and was confused at the state of the team

‘i-um-what happened’

kyo’s ears perked up at your voice and he bounded up to you like a doggie seeing its owner come home

you smiled and reached up to place a hand on his shoulder with ease bc he was one of the shorter players therefore easier to reach

‘did oikawa-san break again?’

you asked and he nodded

‘hes being an idiot’

he mumbled

‘hes just being oikawa-san, kyo-san. you still have to respect him as your captain, remember that’

you said and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because you said so’

iwa was watching this interaction with very wide eyes and his confusion only grew like 10 million times

kyotani kentarou never answered to anyone and if he did, that must be earned

as far as iwa knew, kyo was just so soft to you and treats you so different than the 7.8 billion people in the world

no person in the world could ever get kyo to act like that except you

and there had to be a reason

and iwa was pretty sure he knew

after practice, you were scheduled to look after the cats in shinsou’s house so you were going to walk with kyo

he was impatiently waiting for oikawa to finish talking to you until his patience just snapped and he grabbed you and lifted you up to his arms then just started walking, surprising everyone in silence

you instinctually wrapped your legs around him and held on to his shoulders tightly while his arms were bounded around your waist

‘OI! KYOKEN-CHAN! HOW DARE YOU STEAL Y/N-CHAN!’

oikawa was punching the air

you placed your cheek on his shoulder and let out a breathy chuckle

‘you couldnt wait for another second, kyo-san?’

‘the trash was starting to reek’

you laughed and grimaced at the laughter that bubbled out of you

‘so mean, kyo-san!’

your laughter made him subconsciously smile and he held you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder as he continued on the trek to the familiar purple house

once you did arrive though, kyo refused to let your hand go

ope reference?

‘kyoooooo~! cmon! let me gooo~!’

‘no’

he grumbled and continued to hold your hand tighter as you tried to tug it free so you could walk up the gates to your employer

‘i need to work~! pleeeease~!’

you whined but he scrunched his nose in distate, pulling your hand forward so you stumbled into his chest where he wrapped both arms to cage you in

‘no. i dont want you with that grape head’

he growled lowly making you laugh and you turned so your ear would be right above his heart

it was beating fast

his scent travelled up your nose and you closed your eyes, snuggling even further

cherry blossoms and vanilla with the slightest hint of sandalwood

‘i need to go’

you mumbled but he gripped your tighter

‘stay with me’

he whispered

tbh you wouldve if literally hizashi-san didnt catch you at the front of his house cuddling

it was quite an embarrassing encouter when he wouldnt stop talking about it and you had to actually push him and aizawa out the door

‘we were really rooting for hitoshi but do what makes you happy, dear!’

‘hizashi-san, please!’

you werent really aware of how clingy kyoken was and it only caught your attention when during one of your lunch (dates), he clinging on to you

your position has now shifted so you were sitting between his legs while you fed him food and he would rest his chin on your shoulder to watch the clouds and sky

‘kyo-san, did something happen? youre clingier than usual’

he shook his head and buried his face in your neck

‘allergies’

he whispered and you leaned your head on top of his, continuing on eating your food

‘hey, kyo-san, do you think it will snow soon? we’re getting into december already so it would snow soon, right?’

you asked and he emerged from his spot

‘i hope so. that would be nice. we need a little more snow now and then’

im SCREAMING RIGHT NOW AND TEARS ARE WELLING UP IN MY EYES HELP-

‘yea. yea. when it falls, i want to go out and stand in it. if we’re lucky, we could have a snowball fight up here. whaddya think, kyo-san?’

pls dont blast at me with the timeline bc tbh my timeline is so messed up and if i was to fix that, id basically have to scrap this entire series bc of how messy with the timeline it is

‘yea. we will’

he hugged you tighter that day

when he didnt show up for practice, you were frantically looking for him

did he skip?

you knew how he struggled not being able to play with the others and missing this opportunity wasnt something he would do

and you were worried where he was and he might be hurt somewhere

you ran out of the gym and out of the school grounds, running through the alleys and any secluded area bc he mustve had a bad day and wanted to get away

indeed, you found him in the alleyway and you were horrified at his bloodied face and ruffled clothing

he was seated on the floor, head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, even oblivious to the dogs and cats that were worriedly nudging him

‘kyo-san!’

you shrieked and his eyes flew open and he quickly stood up to run but you were quicker and restrained him with your arms around his middle

it was so bad

his foster family,,,, everything was such a mess

he trembled in your arms and you felt his fear, his terror, and you gently, but firmly, held him so you could look at his face

he was staring at the floor angrily, tears welling up in his eyes and you shakingly placed a hand on his cheek, bringing it down so he could rest his forehead against yours

assuring words would fall deaf to his ears so you didnt even bother

instead, you tried to hold his hand, ignoring the flinching, but gently held it and brought it up to rest on top of where your heart would be

his eyes closed and your forehead nuzzled against his

‘feel my heartbeat. recognize me, as it beats for you’

you whispered to him, his other hand shakingly touching the hand that was on his face so he could caress it and he moved his head, placing a kiss on your palm

‘its beating for kenta-kun,, no foster family, no volleyball team, nobody else and nothing else matters but my heartbeat, so focus on it. because this is everything i could give you so treasure it, please’

you whispered, your own tears falling, hurting for your love

okay im full sobbing

‘and the snow. it will snow soon and you and i,,, we will go outside and we will play in the snow. the world will turn white but your colors will still paint my sight. let my heartbeat be your colors and let me color your canvas during the snow, kyo-san. it will beat for you, and only you, for as long as you let it. your heartbeat has painted mine already and its the most beautiful colors ive ever seen’

he cried for the first time that day, not in pain or sadness, but in happiness, because he can finally see it

your love and your colors starting to brighten the black and red hes grown accustomed to and helping him see, indeed, the world was beautiful

but it was truly your colors that made him realize that

kyotani and you stayed in that position for a long time and yahaba, who went after you, saw and quickly ran back to the gym to assure that you were alright and kyotani was safe, in your arms

after the natsu fiasco, he was a frequent visitor in your house and your family gets the gist of yanno, his home life, and your mother even gave him the spare key of the house

‘if y/n-chan trusts you, i do too’

yall what 😭

at night, you would lay out at the backyard, laying side-by-side and pointing at the stars and making up stupid stories as to why that star was brighter than the other or why the moon was built like that

but kyo was more focused, much happier, that he can see everything so much clearer and better

he turned his gaze from the stars to you beside him, your hair spreading out beneath you and your eyes sometimes disapperaing when you would laugh too hard

‘i wonder why the night sky is blue instead of black like the universe’

you wondered out loud but kyotani whispered something you didnt think youd ever hear from him

‘because you let me paint everything with my colors and i refuse to let you see something that i suffered seeing my entire life’

you returned his gaze and this was the real kyotani kentaro

not kyoken,

not kenta-kun

kyotani kentaro

and my god was he beautiful

he kissed you that night

it wasnt anything lustful, nothing aggressive, but not exactly gentle

it was a perfect balance of need yet hesitance that made it so much more powerful and important because it relayed the unspoken words that he had the hardest time letting out

and that was okay with you

kyo’s eyes and touch said everything he wanted to say

there was no one in sight, no body to judge the violent boy and the kind girl, just you and him with the man in the moon, gently smiling that the so-called lost cause finally found his redemption

okay that serious and sad stuff is finally out of the way and no more crying this time so dont be sad anymore :(

your relationship was never something you flaunted around or bragged about bc you and kyo were pretty private people so nobody really knew bc kyo still acted the way he would when oikawa would flirt you but yahaba noticed

oh lordie he noticed

he noticed kyo was much angrier when oikawa does his antics and he would stick closer to you, exchanging bashful smiles with you

the team only noticed when you seemed to just glow

like not like a glowstick

but like your,,, aura,,,

you laughed more, you smiled more, you teased everyone more

you were so,,, you

they had a hunch that something happened between you and kyo but they were never really sure

but ehehehe they confirmed it alright

the third years: mattsun, makki, iwa, and oiks were walking down the hallway when again, someone peaked out the window and saw you and kyo by the shade and you were perfectly angled so they could see the two of you

you were pressed against the wall while kyo was hovering over you with an arm beside your head while his hand was caressing your hip

makki let out a chortled scream that caught the attention of the others and he pointed at you two wordlessly

omg WAS KYOTANI SMILING

they watched as kyo smiled then teased you by kissing your nose, then your cheeks

‘kyo, kiss me right!’

you whined but giggled

kyotani had a teasing smirk but continued kissing you everywhere but where you wanted

‘hm? here? or here?’

right below your ear was your ticklish spot and he knew that so his kisses there tickled you and sent you on a giggling spree

‘kyo~~~!’

finally, he relented and gave you a sweet, yet passionate kiss that always managed to leave you breathless

that was when oikawa went on a rampage

well, he waited until classes were over but during practice, oh girl he went on a rampage

‘Y/N, KYOTANI!’

everyone knew he was serious when he didnt call them with those ridiculous nicknames

ngl you were scared too but kyo just glared at him

‘what’

he grumbled but you instinctively placed a hand on his arm

‘are you dating now, y/n, kyotani?’

iwa gently asked but oikawa was being oikawa

oikawa glared at you then pouted

‘OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, YOU CHOOSE THE DOG?!’

everyone gave each other nervous looks bc they kinda expected this but oikawa asking it like that made them sweat

they expected kyo to blow up but it was you who glared at oikawa, standing protectively in front of kyo

‘and what about it?’

you hissed and oikawa jumped, a hand over his heart

‘REALLY, Y/N-CHAN?! HIM?!’

‘yea and whats the problem with it? how is it your business? why do i need to validate my feelings for him? who do you think you are?’

oml kyo had to drag you out of there bc you were seriously about to fight oikawa for even having the NERVE to say that to you

like kyo held you up with his arms under your armpits as you were kicking the air and wanting to go back in there

‘no! let me go! kyo! i will hit him! come on! baby please!’

you whined and continued kicking

as much as kyo wanted to see you violently hit oikawa, he knew you would feel bad about it later and be guilty for hurting your captain

‘puppy, please. youre too angry right now and i will not sit there and listen to you whine and be sad that you hit oikawa tonight’

you hmphed and crossed your arms

he finally set you down but he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he placed a kiss on your cheek

‘but im really happy though. im really happy that you would fight for me’

but you stayed mad, pouting and looking away with your arms crossed

it was a cute sight honestly

‘of course i would. i would fight anyone who says stuff about you because i love you’

you ranted, just realizing what you said when you finished

no one has exactly said the ‘L’ word yet so you were partly scared that you said it

but kyo laughed then kissed your neck affectionately

‘i love you too, but my puppy is a nice, gentle, kind, little angel’

every compliment earned you a kiss and your tough and angry act finally slipped and you were giggling in his arms

‘yanno, if someone were to see you like this, they would think youre an impostor’

you commented in between giving him little pecks

he shrugged

‘meh. i dont care. i have you so i dont really care what they say about me. but now about you on the other hand-’

you slapped him on the chest

‘you hypocrite! youd fight someone for me but not me fighting someone for you?! how mean!’

you faked a look of surprise but he silenced you with a last kiss

‘youre so cute, y/n. my baby’

the team was a little bit in shambles while you two were away with the third years basically crying and pouting but they really did see this coming so no one was genuinely surprised, even oikawa

‘she really picked him, huh?’

iwa mumbled, a sad smile on his face as if he was just realizing it now

it was something they shouldve easily seen coming and accepted as kyo was so different around you and you treated him so much more than the rest

but why did it hurt so much?

as i mentioned before, they were all really hurting though because in a way, you were their first love

but they wish you to be happy and for kyotani to treat you right because you deserved the universe and more

TIME SKIP!!!!

OH YES I LOVE THIS!!!!

so basically, from my estimation, the timeskip is about 9 years after the third years graduate

so you are like 25 while kyo is 26

lets say you got a job as an editor alongside some guy named akaashi keiji while kyo was still playing volleyball

you got,,,, married quite early like tanaka and kiyoko and you have some minis running around

god decided to give you twins as children like a year after yall wed and currently, you were,,,, having another one??

ehehehe this part made my heart balloon up

imma make it so that kyo actually went to see the olympics with you and your kids are like 3 and theyre actually volleyball fans due to the influence of their uncles and father and partly you

it was easy to get tickets bc iwa literally works for the team and tooru is literally a player and they really wanted to see their godchildren

ngl the team was salty bc you picked them two as godfathers but next time, theyre making you pick out of a hat for your future child

so here you were, each parent carrying a child, lets say the girl is naomi while the boy is naoki, and the girl was wearing a mini argentina oikawa jersey that he specially got for his goddaughter while iwa got naoki a mini kageyama jersey just to spite oikawa

they each were wiggling in excitement to see their uncles and omg imma switch it again that the whole seijoh team is literally there like the og gang is there and watching the olympics

naoki and naomi were excitedly looking around at the unfamiliar faces and kyo was laughing when naomi tugged his collar when she saw her godfather’s picture upclose

‘papa! its kawa! kawa!’

she giggled and he ruffled her mini pigtails

‘it is, isnt it, mimi-chan’

while your son was calmly in your arms, you watched your husband and child interact with each other and her giggling as he tickled her nose

‘y/n-chan! kyoken!’

a familiar shout from only one person made you turn and see oikawa with the others at the back

of course he was huddled in a jacket to not attract attention but the og seijoh volleyball team was back together after so many years apart

‘kawa! hi!!’

naomi wiggled and she told her dad to let her down so she could run up to oikawa who was a few feet away

naoki also caught sight of his idol and you let him run after his sister but crash into the strong arms of iwaizumi

‘hello zumi’

naoki mumbled

‘hey little man! how are you?’

you gave everyone hugs and went to go to a restaurnt nearby to be away from the chaos of the people and kyo could tell you were getting tired standing

he helped you sit on a chair but you kept on grumbling to him

‘kenta, ive been pregnant before, with two! im fine, okay? so stop worrying’

kyo scrunched his nose but flicked your forehead

‘of course i have to worry. you have a literal human being inside of you’

‘well-’

but he used his hand to scrunch your cheeks to prevent you from speaking

‘what? hm, what was it, doll?’

the team gagged

‘seriously! we suffered 3 years of this already! stop it!!’

kindaichi whined

you stuck your tongue out at him and everyone got settled on their seats before ordering their food

the children were being entertained by the others and you were giggling at the antics of your friends

‘honestly, you all are nearly 30 yet you still act like children’

you scolded but had a smile on your lips to show you were actually teasing

‘and you act like youre 50 just because youre married with kids’

kunimi countered with his tongue out

you gasped before trying to reach over the table and snatch the tongue out of his mouth

‘come here you litte-’

but kyo gently sat you back down with a stiff smile

‘baby, doll, darling, love, i swear you forget youre not 18 anymore. please youre gonna send your husband to an early grave if you keep acting like this’

he whined, fake crying and the team was so shocked to see him still acting like this

‘oh my god, y/n-chan, how did you ever get kyoken-chan to be like this? did you brainwash him?’

oikawa mumbled

‘papa dont cry’

naoki tried to reach over the table from iwa’s arms to his father who he thought was really crying

yahaba shook watari in cuteness and mattsun turned to makki

‘can we get one?’

makki scoffed and hit him but still laughed

‘papa is worried that mama will hurt your baby brother, nao-kun’

kindaichi choked on his drink while oikawa screeched, holding naomi tighter

‘BROTHER?! ITS A BOY?!’

the guests in the restaurant were startled by the shriek from the argentina player and you gave kyotani a betrayed look

‘urusai, oikawa!’

kyotani snarled, face turning red at his blunder

‘CAN I BE GODFATHER THIS TIME?!’

‘YAHABA YOU IDIOT! ITS ME!’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU SHUT UP MATSUKAWA! ITS ME!’

‘OIKAWA YOU GREEDY LITTLE BIT-!’

‘SHUT UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD!’

you slammed your hands on the table, on your feet and glaring down at the men

naoki and naomi were already used to their mother yelling at uncle mattsun and uncle makki so they were snickering at their uncles terrified face

‘mama, they scared’

naoki commented, fiddling with iwa’s jacket zipper

‘its like y/n-chan and kyoken-chan switched personalities or something’

oikawa muttered, still looking wide-eyed at you

‘that’s it. kenta, hold my purse-!’

‘BABY, WHAT-!’

oh my god it was a sight to see

you have this <6 feet professional olympic volleyball player being hit by a pregnant short woman with her shoe and a bleach-blonde man trying to hold her hands so she alternated to kicking

‘y/n-chan! wait!’

‘nearly a decade later and 2 children later, y/n-chan still knows how to hit’

watari watched with a fond smile, reminiscing their old volleyball times

‘will y/n-chan be okay?’

yahaba worriedly asked but naomi gave him a smile that was a copy/paste of her father’s

‘no, uncle baba. its if kawa would be okay’

while everyone else laughed,

oikawa screamed

AND THATS A WRAP! if its not what you guys wanted, not gonna lie, i was even hesitant to write this part because as much as i love kyo, hes quite a hard character to understand and write for, but i didnt want him to be the typical brute caveman child, instead i wanted this to be like him showcasing that hes not just a screaming man but hes a scared boy whos awkward and doesnt know how to express himself. also, its not canon in the manga or the anime, but i put that he was in the foster system and they werent,,, nice,,,, so thats why he knew first aid bc he had to do it on himself and why he was so calm about her getting hurt and treating her. but thank you for reading this one and im about to write an iwa and an oikawa so expect that in the future!!!

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penaltbox · 4 years ago

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you’re my weakness - brock caufield

the biggest of thank you’s goes out to @puckyess for writing at least half of this new fic with me via text lol. if you like it pleeeease reblog and give feedback!! it means so much to me 😊 it’s a short one but i love it a lot!

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Ty walks by the bathroom around 9 in the morning and he’s barely struck by the music floating out from the other side of the door. He frowns and stops in his tracks, leaning towards it to try and understand what he was hearing. He smirks a little when he realizes and heads for the kitchen, ready to grab some breakfast and plan how to pick on Brock that day.

It doesn’t take long before he gets his shot and Brock comes walking out, fully dressed and smiling away. Ty laughs as soon as he sees his teammate, causing the other boy to give him a weird look.

Ty nods in his direction, a sly smile on his own face, “someone’s up early today.”

Brock feels his cheeks heat up a little but he shrugs it off. He’s sure Ty knows what his plans entail for the day considering he spent almost all of his free time with you anyways, but he isn’t about to confirm that. It apparently doesn’t deter the captain though because he keeps the questions rolling.

“Since when do you listen to Dan and Shay so much? I heard it when you were in the shower,” Ty asks again, his grin growing little by little as Brock grows more flustered.

“Why are you listening to me shower, you weirdo? And why are you in my apartment? Don’t you have your own to be at?” Brock deflects, reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

He knows exactly where he got the urge to listen to Dan and Shay so often and it’s from you. You were the reason he was always so giddy on weekends that he didn’t have hockey. You were the reason he heard love songs in a different way nowadays. You were the reason he was up and had his hair done all before 10am. He was crazy about you.

“I ended up spending the night. Robbie and I were watching some film pretty late. She coming here or are you meeting her somewhere?” Ty asks, knowing why Brock was up and ready, too.

“Here to start but I think we’re going to get food right away. She was saying she wants to try this place in Verona the other day so I wanted to take her there. Try not to pick on her too much while she’s here please.”

Ty’s smile turns soft suddenly and he’s really starting to freak Brock out.

“Dude, what’s that look for? Why are you being such a creep this morning?” Brock asks, side eyeing his teammate.

Ty nudges Brock with an elbow as he walks past him, setting his empty cereal bowl in the sink, “you’ve got it bad, huh?”

Brock opens his mouth to give him a smart comeback but the air gets stuck in his throat. He hadn’t thought too hard about it before. He knew he enjoyed being with you and knowing you were his, but had it really become something more without him realizing it?

“I mean I like her, yeah” he finally replies as his cheeks get rosier by the minute.

“Oh you just like her? That’s all it is?” Ty presses, folding his arms over his chest and looking smug.

“Yes, I like her. What are you getting at?” Brock questions, wondering why Ty was pressing so hard on the subject.

“Uh huh. Where were you last night? Whose apartment did you come from that made you late to practice two days ago? Who were you FaceTiming on the bus three nights ago? Whose place did you rush over to once we got off said bus? Who makes your face light up every time you get a text? Who do you look for every time you score?”

Brock finally has to cut him off, his cheeks feeling like they’re on fire as the realization starts to set in, “Okay, maybe I more than like her.”

“So when are you gonna tell her? How do you even bring that up to a girl? Are you gonna say it? The l-word I mean.”

Brock’s head is spinning from all the questions. How is this something Ty saw before he even knew it? Was he that obvious about it? He’s trying to piece it all together, but he knows he’s on a time crunch before you show up at his door.

“I don’t know dude! I just realized it so I haven’t really thought that far ahead,” he snaps a little and Ty immediately holds his hands up in defense.

Ty knew Brock just needed a nudge because he doubted how you still liked him after all this time, but everyone around the two of you knew just how smitten you both were with each other. Brock has another question pop into his head immediately and this one makes his stomach sink a little.

“You think she might l-...you know, be into me too?” he asks hesitantly.

Ty laughs when Brock asks because yes you absolutely have the l-word for him and Brock was just too slow to realize it.

“You both look at each other like you hung the moon. Of course she loves you,” Ty shakes his head and well, Brock pretty much wants to run and find you right then and there.

This piece of information has Brock’s head and heart running a mile a minute but his feet are frozen in place. He knows what he wants to do but he can’t seem to get his body to move quite as fast as his thoughts are running at that moment.

“Dude, what’re you still standing here for? You have somewhere to be!” Ty tells him.

Brock finally manages to pull it together but when he goes to practically run out the door you’re already there, ready to knock, with coffee in your hands. Brock freezes and Ty lets out a loud laugh that has you immediately confused.

You’re shocked to see him all flustered and Ty with the biggest shit eating grin behind him so you’re immediately a little concerned. This certainly wasn’t how most mornings went when you stopped by their place. You’re actually surprised Ty is even up yet, let alone standing there looking so smug.

“B, are you okay? You look warm,” you ask, glancing back at Ty again.

“He’s just done a lot of thinking,” Ty drops before walking out of the room quickly, or at least out of sight. You’re almost certain he’s probably right around the corner, but that’s not your concern at the moment. You don’t like the words he’d used and immediately start to think the worst.

“Thinking about what?” You barely whisper out, assuming Brock was breaking up with you.

Ty knows he pulled a little shit move but Brock needed the push. He was so nervous to bring it up but he knows he has to calm you down from the bomb Ty dropped in his lap. This isn’t at all how he would have thought telling you about his feelings would go, but here he was and he was feeling worse and worse about the scared look in your eyes as you stood in front of him.

He’s able to see your wheels turning and he can’t help but think to himself that he really does know you. He’s quick to pull you in for a hug though and reassure you it’s nothing bad.

“Hey, hold on. Don’t go down that road right now,” he mumbles, pulling back just enough to look down at you. He tucks a hair behind your ear, “I want to talk to you about something serious, but it’s not a bad serious, okay?”

You can hear in the slight waiver of his voice that he’s nervous too and a million ideas are popping into your head as to why he might be like this. You two had been fine just last night so what could have changed in the short amount of time you were apart? You nod at him though, wanting to get the inevitable out of the way so you could relax or run back to your own apartment and cry sooner rather than later.

“Okay, go ahead,” you nod, trying to reassure him. He was usually a pretty open book with you and he feels somewhat guarded. It’s doing nothing to calm the bundle of nerves in your stomach.

Brock glances over his shoulder before shaking his head as he looks at you, “no, let’s go in my room. I’d rather do this somewhere more private.”

You hear a thud followed by a low ‘ouch!’ that lets you know Ty was still around the corner and you see him walk by and out onto the balcony, despite the cooler temperature outside.You know it was his way of giving you two privacy but it only fuels your dread.

Brock’s expression softens though and he reaches for the coffees that are still gripped tightly in your hands, “thank you for the coffee. I really appreciate it.”

He takes the still warm cups and sets them on the counter, motioning for you to follow him the rest of the way to his room. What once felt like your second home now felt charged with nerves and anything but comfortable. Brock steps aside and lets you into the space first, leaning back against the door after he closes it. The flood gates open before he even realizes it and suddenly the words tumble out quickly.

“I’m in love with you.”

You turn around quickly, wide eyes locking on him as your jaw drops. Did you hear him right? Did he say what you think he just said? No wonder he’d been so nervous. The lack of reaction from you, other than pure shock, had him thinking he’d made the wrong choice and it was far too early in the relationship for a confession like this.

Apparently you take too long to process his confession because he turns around suddenly, reaching for the door handle and very much ready to bolt from his own room. You somehow get your brain and body to work together and quickly make your way in between Brock and the door.

“Wait!” you say, putting your hands on his chest and looking up at him, “please don’t leave.”

You and Brock just freeze, staring at each other for a second before he breaks first, “just tell me you don’t feel that way for me yet and we can move on. I can wait to hear you say it. It’s fine.”

But you do feel the same, you’re just not sure how to say it because you’ve never said it to a boy before. You take a deep breath, your fingers flexing a little against the fabric of his t-shirt. He’s keeping you grounded in that moment and you need it so much more than he’ll ever know.

“But I do feel the same. I do love you. I’m in love with you, too,” you finally mumble, slowly looking up and locking eyes with him. The soft smile and look of adoration on his face makes your knees go weak and you feel your own cheeks start to redden.

His tone is as soft as his look when he asks, “are you sure? You don’t have to say it just because I did.”

You shake your head and lean against him, arms slipping around his waist as you finally smile, “no I really do mean it. I was just really afraid to say it first because I didn’t want to seem like a psycho clingy girlfriend or anything.”

“Does that make me a psycho clingy boyfriend then because I said it first?” he asks, but the teasing half smile you get from him lets you know he’s only teasing.

You laugh and grab the back of his neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss that you intended to start slow, but it quickly heats up. Brock keeps things under control somehow, but can’t help the small moan that he lets out when you gently bite his bottom lip.

“Everyone is still home, including our random plus one of Ty. He’s probably eavesdropping right now. Plus I was going to take you out for breakfast but it’s more like lunch now if you still want to go,” he says, his hand gently rubbing up and down your side.

Small goosebumps break out under his touch, and you nod at his suggestions, “I’d love to go get lunch with you.”

A quick kiss that he intentionally keeps short is all you’re left with before he opens his door again, always letting you go first like the gentleman he was. Cole joins Ty on the couch in the living room, smiling when he sees you.

“Oh hi, didn’t expect to see you so early. Ty tells me you two finally fessed up on your feelings for each other,” Cole says, his smile just as teasing as the one on the captain’s face next to him.

You and Brock look at each other, surprise clear on both your features. Apparently you were both late to the party when it came to knowing you both were head over heels in love, but you didn’t mind. It was a party you planned to stay at for the rest of your life if you had any say in the matter.

#brock caufield #Wisconsin Hockey #ty emberson #cole caufield #mine #my writing #hockey fic #college hockey fic #hockey writing #hockey imagine

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hermannsthumb · 4 years ago

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"newt isn’t sleazy and is also too busy wrestling with the ethics of hitting on his hot TA if the guy is 5 months older than him to even notice" pleeeease write this

Anonymous asked: "When I Kissed the Teacher" AU ft professor newt and his hot 5-month-older TA hermann

and coincidentally, this older one

Anonymous asked: i just rewatched mamma mia 2 and was wondering if i could request a "when i kissed the teacher" newmann fic?? love your writing!!!!!!

Ask And Ye Shall Receive. sorry ive been MIA 😔 concept from this post I made earlier this month. idk what class newt teaches that hermann would be qualified to TA for but just like, decide for yourselves

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Newt’s never been a list-making kind of guy, or--for that matter--even really a planning ahead kind of guy, but certain circumstances have thrown his life more out of wack than usual lately, and he kind of needs the stability the like of things like lists offer. Desperate times and everything. Or, at the very least, Newt is desperate.

So Newt plans, and plots, and deliberates, and he even agonizes a little, but most of all, he makes a list.

On one half of the page, he writes pros. On the other, he writes cons. On top, he writes--what else?--Hermann.

The problem started in late August. Newt knew for months he was going to be assigned a teaching assistant come that semester--it was him, after all, who’d suggested it to the dean in the first place--but the Hermann Gottlieb of extensive, impressive, overachieving CV and overly-former cover letter was a far cry from Hermann Gottlieb in the flesh. Newt expected a dork, frankly. Someone too socially awkward to feel brave enough to thank someone for holding a door open for him. He expected a PhD student so eager to please he’d cater to Newt’s every whim, whether it was grading horrendous freshman lab reports or fetching him a sandwich from the commissary between class sections.

They met for the first time at the campus coffee shop. Hermann was dressed in an oversized pair of slacks, a threadbare green sweatervest, and honest-to-God saddle shoes; the buttons of his Oxford were done up all the way, from the collar to the cuffs, and an ornate cane was settled against his thigh. His haircut was tragic. “Dr. Geiszler,” he said, all clipped and English, and held his hand out to Newt. “Hermann Gottlieb. It is a great pleasure to meet you. I’m an admirer of your work.”

"Sup,” Newt said, and tried to bump their fists together.

Newt knew he was in deep shit then. It wasn’t just because Hermann was gorgeous (which he was, in a sort of weird, frumpy, ripped-outta-1945 way), or that the scowl he proceeded to level Newt with made his soul wither and his heart race a little bit too fast, but both of those things in conjunction with a big one: Newt was, and is, so fucking love-starved. It’s an unfortunate byproduct of being made a professor when he was as young as he was and completing a PhD before he completed puberty. His early twenties should’ve been spent dyeing his hair terrible colors and adding to his already impressive tattoo collection and having questionable hookups with other young twentysomethings; unfortunately, the only young twentysomethings Newt ever seems to come across are his students, and he has a very strict code of ethics. Not to mention it wasn’t like he was getting any action before that as a weird, gangly teenager with peers several years his senior. He was bound to latch onto the first genius hottie who crossed his path who wasn’t trying to flirt their way into bumping that B- to a B+. And better yet, Hermann is five whole months his senior!

The shit only got deeper when the semester started. No, Hermann was not the sort to fetch Newt sandwiches, or coffee, or Aspirin from his office, nor was he the sort to handle the dreaded lab reports (at least not unless Newt handled them with him), and he definitely wasn’t eager to please. Newt, anyway. If anything the opposite was true: he seemed to actively derive enjoyment from undermining Newt at every turn.

“Wrong,” he’d mutter during class if Newt screwed something up in a lecture, or “No, Geiszler, you’re doing it wrong again,” or “How in the blazes did you get three bloody PhDs when you can’t even do simple addition?” and snatch Newt’s dry erase marker away to scrawl his own answers on the whiteboard. It was less like having a TA and more like having...well, a bitchy, annoying co-teacher. Or, God help Newt, a colleague. And boy, did he wave those five months over Newt’s head like a fucking flag. Newt was immature; inexperienced; clearly not as serious about his studies--his completed studies--as Hermann. Meanwhile Newt’s class (bright young twenty somethings, taller than Newt, cooler than Newt, with more friends than Newt) would giggle and snicker, and Hermann would look smug.

It drove Newt fucking batty.

It also made him, like, super turned on.

The two can co-exist. Apparently. Hermann Gottlieb is already helping Newt discover new and existing concepts; what a fucking excellent TA he is. Someone give that man a raise.

So Newt draws up a list, and he writes Pros, and he writes Cons, and he writes Hermann. The pros are regrettably easy to come up with, because Hermann is Hermann, and (bitchiness and undermining of Newt aside) it’s unfair how many he has. Hot. Stupid sexy accent. Stupidly smart. This is crossed out and replaced with so smart he makes me feel stupid (in a good way), because it seems like an important distinction. Glasses on chain. Mysterious. (In a tall, dark, and handsome way. Sort of. Average height--which is tall to Newt, pale, and handsome. He still scowls more than he talks, which makes him feel mysterious. In a Bronte sort of way. Newt can picture Hermann drawing a billowing cloak around his shoulders and stalking some desolate moor in the moonlight, though in this case maybe’s more of a puffy parka than a cloak.) In tiniest font of all is makes me laugh, because Hermann does, goddamn it, with his snide asides and cutting remarks and sarcasm, often not even directed at Newt when it’s just the two of them alone in Newt’s office at night.

The placement of “is my TA” on the chart is acting as a particular annoyance to Newt, entirely on account of the fact that he can think of several pros and cons for that as well, and he’s not sure whether to nestle it between dark eyelashes and once called me a moron in front of my class and I got a hard-on or beneath sweaters smell like sweat and mothballs, has annoying tic of clearing throat when lost in thought, and the dick wins 86% of our arguments. Sexy forbidden fling. Abuse of power. Is older than me so it's not as weird as it could be? I’m his boss. The school’s paying Hermann though, not Newt, and it’s not like he’s going to scurry off to the dean and demand Hermann’s funding slashed if Hermann turns him down (which he’d most likely do). But it still feels like a breach of ethics.

On the other hand, Hermann is exactly the sort of guy he’d try to pick up at a bar if he still did things like that. (Tenure, rather than giving Newt breathing space to kick back and relax a little, has only increased his obsession with his work, and now when he gets a Friday night free to himself he mostly switches crap on the TV and falls asleep with his cat on the couch.) It’s about the experience, the impossible task of seducing someone who--by all accounts--is too straight-laced and tight-buttoned to indulge in something that debase. They were always the best in bed. Tension, Newt knows, has to snap at some point.

He’d like to wrap Hermann’s personal piano wire around his thumb and bang away at the keys until it snaps, too. Ethics, Newt thinks (folding up the list and stuffing it out of sight), his ass.

Newt sacrifices a Friday night with his cat and Unsolved Mysteries in favor of working on a solution to his Hermann Problem. Swamped with work, he tells Hermann over the phone, it fucking sucks, dude, I could really use your help in my office, and Hermann grumbles, and snaps that Newt should learn to be better prepared for his own damn classes, but declares he’ll be on campus in half an hour and that Newt will be ordering him takeaway for dinner as an apology.

The door swings open at half past five. Hermann is bundled in that heavy parka and scarf (which, even for a Boston November, still looks a little too warm), and his hair is damp. “Is it raining?” Newt says, perhaps stupidly, because there’s not a single droplet of water anywhere else on Hermann’s body.

Hermann makes a face at him and pushes the door shut with his cane. “No,” he says, tersely.

“Then why...” Newt touches his own hair.

“I was taking a bloody bath,” Hermann snaps. “I don’t work on Fridays, as you well know, Newton.”

The use of his full first name stings Newt oddly even as the notion of Hermann luxuriating in a bathtub excites him. “That’s Dr. Geiszler,” Newt snaps back, because goddamn it, he’s Hermann’s boss, he deserves respect, and then mentally adds a small, depressing tally to the Cons half of the board. Ethics, ethics.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Dr. Geiszler,” Hermann says. He throws his scarf and coat viciously at the small couch in the corner of Newt’s office, then takes his usual seat across from Newt. “Well? Where are those papers it’s so crucial we grade?”

Hermann in a bathtub, Newt thinks. Hermann naked. Papers, Newt thinks. “Papers,” Newt says, and he shoves a stack at Hermann with twice as much force as he means to, causing several to flutter to the ground. “We need...to grade them,” he says. Hermann naked, in a bathtub, maybe some candles lit around him, some nice music on, daydreaming about that wretched professor he works for. Damn it. “I have a pen,” he says. “To grade.”

“What on earth are you saying?” Hermann says. “Be quiet. I can’t concentrate with your abominable prattling on.” Then he mumbles something that sounds like incessant, rips the top paper off the stack, and begins to slash at it in red ink. He doesn’t bother gathering the two from the ground.

Why did Newt invite him here, again?

Oh, right. He pushes his glasses up his nose and feigns casualness, pulling out another paper for himself to grade. “A bath,” he says. “Just to, uh, relax? Or...?”

Hermann narrows his eyes. “Or?”

Newt shrugs. “It’s Friday. Were you getting ready for a date or something?”

This time, Hermann’s mouth twists down into a frown. Almost suspicious. “Why do you care?” he says.

“I don’t,” Newt says quickly. “Just making small talk.” God, he could picture some stud of a computer science PhD candidate winning Hermann over with techno babble--or maybe one of his fellow students, ugh, maybe they made a study group together that meets Friday nights, and Hermann was getting all gussied up, goddamn handsome astrophysics grad students--

“I was relaxing,” Hermann says. “You must be aware at this point you cause me a great deal of stress, Dr. Geiszler, on a daily basis.”

“Oh,” Newt says.

He gives up on the small talk after that. Hermann’s promised takeout arrives--a small carton of pad thai--as does Newt’s--a large carton of the spiciest thing they had on the menu--and they eat in silence. They have about three-quarters of the papers to go when Hermann suddenly sits back in his seat with a groan and rubs at his eyes under his granny glasses. “Bugger,” he says. “I can’t fathom this one for the life of me. I’m too tired.”

“It’s getting kinda late,” Newt agrees. “Maybe we should--”

“It’s not that,” Hermann says. “I had a glass of wine earlier, and--oh, it doesn’t matter. Your students need to learn how to write in a way that’s actually bloody legible--it’s like chicken scratch.”

Newt hops up and leans over his shoulder, squinting down at the page. Hermann’s hair smells nice, like something floral, and his skin has a small hint of what could almost be cologne. Why is Hermann wearing cologne? “Okay, let me see it,” Newt says, struggling to keep from getting lightheaded at the close proximity to Hermann. “I’m used to that kind of shit.”

“No,” Hermann says, drawing the paper close to his chest. “I am perfectly capable of managing it on my own.”

“Dude,” Newt says, “let me look at it, seriously. Hermann--”

He manages to tug it away from him. The handwriting is pretty bad, but the math seems to be worse. “Didn’t they do the readings?” Newt mutters under his breath. “That’s not even the right equation for the diameter. I gave them a cheat sheet, man.” They’re junior year engineering students--they should know this shit.

“I know what the equation is,” Hermann snaps. “I can grade it on my own. Give it back.”

“I didn’t say you didn’t know,” Newt says, “I said this kid--”

“It’s the radius squared--”

“Hermann, dude,” Newt says, “I know you’re--”

And that’s when Hermann grabs him by his skinny tie and kisses him, hard.

They stare at each other afterwards. Hermann’s eyes are as wide as saucers; his mouth is hanging open. Newt’s tie slips from his fingers, which then fall limp to his lap. “Holy shit,” Newt squeaks.

Hermann is gone with a swish of his parka and a loud clack of his cane. And with a stack of papers Newt still has to somehow get through. Figures.

Their next few classes together are subdued. Hermann doesn’t interject any of his biting commentary or corrections, or even offer critiques of Newt’s lack of professionalism (when in the past his skinny jeans were such an easy target), and when the period is over, he practically sprints from the classroom before he and Newt can be alone together for even a second. It’s fine by Newt. Whatever. Maybe Hermann can get over it over Thanksgiving break, and Newt can try to get over the memory of Hermann’s strong fingers tugging him down, Hermann’s floral shampoo, Hermann’s chapped, wide lips against his, the little grunt of shock Hermann made as he did it, like he couldn’t believe his own audacity...

It’s not likely.

It’s December, the last week before finals, and Newt’s in his office bundled up in a sweatshirt (because the heat never seems to fucking work in here), revising a draft of an exam, and dreading the thought of trudging home in the snow, when there’s suddenly a knock at his door. Anticipating some overeager freshman here outside of office hours, he doesn’t look up as he says “Come in.”

A familiar clearing of a throat.

Newt shoots straight up to his feet. He knocks a mug of coffee to the floor in the process. “Hermann,” he says. “Uh. Hi. What--what are you doing here?”

Hermann shuts the door behind him, then takes a careful step forward. He’s back in his big dumb coat and big long scarf. “I thought I ought to tell you myself first,” he says, primly. “I’ve submitted a request to the dean to be reassigned to another professor next semester. Our research interests are far more in line, and I don’t imagine our personalities shall clash as much.”

“Oh,” Newt says, pretending his heart isn't sinking in his chest like a hunk of lead. Was he that bad of a kisser? He feels like he deserves a second shot at it--he wasn’t ready last time, you know, he bets he’d really wow Hermann if he had a fair heads up. “Are.. are those the only reasons why?”

“No,” Hermann admits. “They’re not.”

He crosses the room, and corners Newt against his desk before Newt even realizes what’s happening. “They’re not,” he says again, then adds in a murmur (lifting one hand to brush his fingers against Newt’s hair), “Dr. Geiszler.”

Neither of them talk much, after that.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #thxstral

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years ago

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8, 6, 32 w minicat pleeeease! :D

Okay, last of the drabbles and this one is a doozy. >.> Like 10 pages long, ugh. But Grace deserves it cause she’s been my rock during these drabblez and really helped me commit to getting them done. Thank you so much for your support! Please enjoy this as my thanks.

AU: College

Trope: Fake dating

Prompt: “Shut up for a second, will you?”

Pairing: Minicat

Tyler wasn’t stupid; he knew he was one of the last choices people thought of when needing help with something on campus. In his defense, he was busy; his parents’ low income meant he had to have a full time job while also maintaining a high GPA for his scholarships for his overly priced college. His classes were tough, never wasting time on filler courses when he was paying thousands of dollars to attend. It meant hours of homework after long shifts, sometimes all nighters. He didn’t have the time of day to breathe, nevermind think about others. Brock, probably being too understanding of a roommate (Tyler didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of him, but Brock’s sad eyes always hit him far too hard to ignore), never pushed him to engage in extra socializing or unnecessary events. Brock’s dumbass boyfriend tried (seriously, how did Brian manage to swindle Brock into falling in love with him? Gross.) to provide Tyler with ‘the college life’, which was harder than getting water from a rock.

But even Tyler wasn’t a big enough dick to miss Brock’s birthday party.

At least the venue was nice; Tyler swirled the water in the fancy glass while he leaned on the country club’s bar, watching the large group of strangers mingle. Brian came from money that far exceeded Brock and Tyler’s wildest dreams. Brock almost never allowed Brian to spoil him, which had been a different experience for Brian. It still bothered Tyler how lost Brian first looked when they both turned down his money for ‘hanging out with him’. Tyler had seen his flustered roommate refuse to let the rich brat pay for a two dollar water bottle once. So when Brock had finally, finally caved enough to let Brian pay for his birthday party, Brian didn’t hesitate to go over the top. Every person who Brock had ever met seemed to be at the event, filling the room with hundreds of people.

Tyler hadn’t bothered following his roommate when Brian pulled him somewhere twenty minutes ago. Honestly, knowing those two, he didn’t want to see what they were up to. Brock had morals, but Brian was a charmer. He used it for teachers, police, and anyone who had eyes and the smallest of hints of attraction toward men. Seriously, Tyler had seen Brian give far too many straight guys a gay panic for it not to be seen as a freaky mutant power. Brock was helplessly in love with Brian (seriously, why?), which meant he was even more likely to fall for any of Brian’s sneaky schemes.

Especially when it resulted in sex.

“Ugh.” Scrunching his nose at the thought, Tyler took another swig of his drink before scanning the crowd again. So far, the event had been pretty tame, which was saying something for Brian. His parties were always over the top for all the wrong reasons. If the police weren’t called, it was seen as a failure, according to Panda. But Brock had asked Brian to make the party alcohol free, and like the sucker for pretty brown eyes he was, Brian had agreed.

Tyler glanced down at his phone again, wondering when Evan and Panda were going to show up. They were the only friends he bothered with when Brock hung a sock on their apartment door. Evan had texted saying they’d got stuck in a late lab and had told them he’d be coming late. So Tyler, lacking the only three (and a half; Brian was okay when he cooked breakfast) people he actually liked at the party, was alone. But what the fuck else was new? It was better that way. He knew that too many people would just distract him from was important. His grades, his future, and his goals in life. So what if he spent more Fridays alone than with people? That his phone could go three days without a text? That he hadn’t gotten laid in over a year? And so what if some nights, his stupid heart wondered what it’d be like to have a disgusting relationship like Brian and Brock, to be pointlessly cared for and overly adored-

“Really, you should go.” The voice that cut into Tyler’s self-loathing made him frown, refocusing his eyes to pinpoint where it’d come from. Two seats down from the bar he’d inhabited alone (because who would wanna hang out at a bar with no alcohol?), a guy that Tyler recognized looked stiff when staring at another leaning completely into his space. It took a second for Tyler to realize who it was; Craig was a high school friend of Brian’s, and had become one of Brock’s good friends when Brian and Brock started dating two years ago. Craig also went to their college, making a name for himself despite the thousands of students. He was always busy, invested in way too many clubs and groups between his classes. They were so different, that Tyler saw no reason to befriend him.

Except Craig had tried to get to know Tyler. Despite being busy and having far too many social groups for Tyler’s liking, Craig had actually always made an effort to create small talk whenever they bumped into each other. They weren’t friends, really; maybe acquaintances if Tyler was being generous. Since Craig was Brian’s best friend, he was around more often than Tyler was comfortable with.

Because Craig was good looking, flirted worse than Brian, and was just a damn distraction. He was someone that could yank Tyler’s attention from important homework or project’s due dates to argue about how ‘culturally important’ The Office was. Sometimes he got Tyler to explain what he was working on, which devolved into little conversations about their lives that had nothing to do with the original topic. Craig learned about Tyler’s complicated relationship with money, while Tyler heard stories about Craig’s struggles with depression. He knew about Craig’s promiscuous years when he was a teenager, which led into the conversation of how both discovered their bi-sexuality. One time, Craig’s eyes shined with excitement while he told Tyler all about his dream of becoming a marine biologist.

Tyler had barely finished his term paper that night.

In a little over two years, Craig snuck his way under Tyler’s skin like a weed. Each time Tyler swore he wouldn’t let Craig get his attention (because he had to stay focused), the busy body made it a point to prove him wrong. Brian had mentioned Craig to Tyler a few times when trying to get him to come out with their group, like he was some bargaining chip. Like Brian knew something that Tyler didn’t.

It annoyed Tyler how often he ended up at those events.

Normally the first to wear a grin far too big for his face, there was no sign of a smile now. Craig’s body language was telling Tyler all he needed to know about the predicament; these two were not friends. “Does Brian even know you’re here? Because I doubt Brock invited you.”

“I’m a plus one of a friend. The new boy toy seemed to forget my invitation in the mail.” There was a cockiness in the stranger’s voice that instantly pissed Tyler off, his eyes narrowing as the conversation continued.

“Yeah, maybe because you’re Brian’s shitty ex-boyfriend, and he’d rather eat shards of glass than see your face again. And Brock’s not a boy toy; they’re actually in love. I know, new concept for you.” Craig’s snark was coated in a sweet tone that seemed to rub the ex the wrong way, though Tyler got a small chuckle out of it. Craig was always presented as cheerful and energetic, but one on one talks proved there was more sarcasm than sweetness. He was Brian’s friend after all.

“You think Brian’s going to actually manage to keep an innocent guy like that? We both know he’s far too self-destructive for that kind of happily ever after. Why do you think he always comes back to me each time?” Okay, Tyler could conceed he wasn’t always the nicest to Brian, but he also knew the guy wasn’t trash. Brian was good for Brock, as annoying as that was. And this punk was really starting to push Tyler’s buttons.

“Brian’s happy, actually happy. Brock wants him, not his wallet, and you’re not ruining that. So you need to leave, now.” Craig’s firm words didn’t have the effect that he wanted, and Tyler felt his teeth clench when the other man stepped into Craig’s personal space, posturing.

“Don’t think you can really make me. Last time didn’t go so well for you, did it?” This guy had muscle, and was obviously taller than the man sitting on the bar stool. Craig’s lips looked tense when they pressed together tightly, but Tyler could pick up on the slight flinch of his shoulders. This guy didn’t just bother Craig; he scared him. He was trying not to show it, but Tyler was sure it was a well known fact by how cruel the smirk on the other man’s face was. “How’s your arm, by the way? Fractures can be a pain in the ass, so I’ve heard. Still got that pop in your shoulder?”

“It’s fine.” The tone was quieter than before, and Craig pressed closer to the stool’s back, Still, his eyes shone brightly with defiance, unwilling to lower. And after a moment of tense silence, Craig surprised Tyler when his lip rose in a half-cocked grin. “How’s your dad? Divorces can be a pain in the ass, so I’ve heard. He still got that freckle on the tip of his-”

“You fucking slut.” Tyler was out of his seat before the guy could raise his fist, catching the punch inches from Craig’s face. Craig let out a surprised squeak, but Tyler didn’t look back when he used the contact to shove the man back, stepping between him and Craig.

“Don’t even think about it.” He didn’t need to posture or present himself as intimidating; his broach shoulders and tall genetics already did the work for him. While this guy had looked impressive in front of Craig, he wasn’t nearly as intimidating when compared to Tyler’s glare and tense shoulders.

“Who the fuck are you? His boyfriend?” The words were snapped off like an insult, as if the guy thought dating Craig was the worst punishment someone could have. From the corner of his eyes, he picked up on the wince behind Craig’s glasses, knowing he’d heard the same disgust Tyler had. Craig’s sexual history wasn’t hidden knowledge, though how much he’d changed since high school seemed less known. Sighing, Craig pushed out of his seat, shoulders dropped in shame. Like maybe he agreed with the scumbag.

“He’s-”

“Yeah, I am.” In a move that was far more suited for Brian, Tyler reached out, snagging Craig’s hip and yanking him closer. It was impulsive and fucking stupid, but Tyler’s heart lost track of it’s beat when feeling Craig’s warm body meld against his. It felt like a perfect match, with Craig’s head bumping against his collar bone before settling into the crook of Tyler’s neck. He let his arm drop around the waist, keeping Craig plastered to him to support the act he still wasn’t sure he wanted to perform. “Is that a fucking problem, asshole?”

“Tyler…” Craig’s lost tone didn’t sound right for the man who two nights ago gushed about the astrology compatibility on Tyler’s couch. He tried not to focus on how annoyed that made him, burning his glare into the man who now snorted.

“Oh, wow. You really want to claim this trainwreck? The kid’s had more people in him than the New York subway station.” The insult was tossed out without hesitation, like it was used far too often in correlation to Craig. The body against his tensed for a second before going limp, the words sucking whatever fight was left in Craig’s body out. And Tyler didn’t know anything about this situation, shouldn’t have cared about Craig’s happiness or the weird past these two had. This was Brian’s drama, Brock’s fight, Craig’s problem. It didn’t mean shit to Tyler, had no correlation to his future. Because it wasn’t his job to help people.

But that excuse wasn’t good enough this time.

“You talk about my boyfriend like that again, and I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.” He added no growl or movement to his threat, making sure his words were clear and deadly in their presentation. His hand squeezed the hip under his palm, letting the line between pretend and reality blur for a moment. “He’s mine. I don’t care what people think of us; I don’t give a fuck what he did before me. And I ain’t worry about anyone else coming after me, cause I’ll make sure he doesn’t need to find someone else. If those idiots couldn’t keep him satisfied, that was their loss. I don’t have a problem in that department. My only problem at the moment is you.”

“I never fucked-” But Tyler didn’t want to hear what this asshole had to say.

“Out of respect for my roommate, I’m not beating the shit out of you for hurting Craig before. But I’m really losing my patience. If you ever come near Craig again, I’ll make sure they don’t find your body. And since my boyfriend likes that dumbass Brian, he tends to hang out with him alot. Enough that you might bump into Craig if you bug him. That would be a bad day for you. You understand, or do you need specific details?”

Tyler didn’t interact with people often, but he sure as hell knew how to threaten someone.

“You-whatever. Brian’s not worth this shit. Enjoy your five minutes with Craig while it lasts.” Tyler could hear the fear in the guy’s voice when he turned tail, but he didn’t let his eyes move away from the glare he’d pinned on him since the threat.

“Your dad’s dick is small!” Craig’s shout at the guy retreating made Tyler roll his eyes, sending a look that made Craig smile sheepishly. “Well, it is.”

“I don’t need to know that,” he answered, feeling the chest against his ribs vibrate with Craig’s laugh.

“Aw, come on. You know what you were getting when you made me your boyfriend.” Craig’s smile was a nice change of pace, and Tyler’s arms pulled him closer without thought. A moment of surprise passed through both of them, Tyler unsure why he hadn’t dropped his hold on Craig’s waist. He knew the guy was long gone, and their act didn’t need to continue. Yet his brain and body didn’t seem to be on the same page. Craig looked pleased at the lack of distance, curling a hand on the back of Tyler’s neck. But the hesitant bite of his lower lip proved that the bravado wasn’t fully felt. “Rumors are gonna start, you know. If you’re looking to get yourself out of this alive, we shouldn’t be so close.”

“I already said I don’t care what people think of us.”

“But that was when-”

“Shut up for a second, will ya?” Tyler sighed at the headache that was forming behind his eyes. This was why he didn’t deal with people. “If it’s going to bug you or whatever, then we can make sure Brian spreads it was a joke. But I don’t have a social life, and I really could give two fucks what anyone but my teachers think about me. And if having people think I’m your boyfriend keeps assholes like that from harassing you, then use it.”

“You don’t mind? You really don’t mind being labelled as my boyfriend?” There was a spark of excitement in Craig’s tone when his eyes looked up at Tyler with an awe that made him squirm in discomfort. He felt his face flush at the attention, his stomach twisting in a way he couldn’t explain.

“How many times do I have to say that I don’t care-”

And then Craig was kissing him. The suddenness of the lips on his made Tyler’s mouth part in surprise. Craig took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and hum in pleasure. The softness of the tongue against his was mind-numbing, Tyler unsure how to counter the skill that Craig used. But after a second, he decided he needed to try. The fingers trailing lightly along the back of his neck during their leisure kiss had goosebumps rising on his skin, Tyler’s hands yanking Craig closer to feel the smaller body flush against his. The slight wiggle of Craig’s waist against his own proved the movement was appreciated, and Tyler only broke the kiss when soft lips sucked his tongue in a way far too familiar to an act he didn’t want to think about in public.

“That was nice.” Craig’s grin was pressed to Tyler’s slack lips, his breath even as he dropped a small peck between his next sentence. “We should definitely do that more to sell this whole boyfriend thing. Maybe in a bed and with less clothes on. A snapchat or two, you know, commit to our roles and such.”

“Jesus Christ.” He wanted it to sound exacerbated, not breathless, but it was obvious he missed his mark when Craig tossed his head back and laughed. Tyler stared down at the bright smile of his… something, arms tightening to keep Craig close. Unsure how he had gotten there, he only knew one thing for certain.

He was never helping someone out again.

#mssjynx #Minicat #Mini Ladd #I Am Wildcat #Fire and Ice boys #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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writinandcrying · 4 years ago

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You already know why I’m here 🐢 Bi trans-male, do no harm take no shit, im very social SOMETIMES, stoner, hide my negative feelings like its coke from the cops, touch starved, i try really hard not to fight everyone that pisses me off, workaholic, i just need peace why the world wont help, if youre important to me i WILL protect and give you presents dont test me, i would like to demand love 24/7 but its fine 18/5 😋

i hate how long it took me to do this please remember that I love you and I’m sorry!!!!

*Crack knuckles* alright let’s do this

Well would you look at that I ship you with 2 turtles😉 so imma be nice and give you 2 matchups for it

I ship you with (not at the same time incest is gross)....

Raph

And

Mikey

( That tongue tho? 😳 I Am Looking )

Anyways I’ll give you why I think raph would be good to you first, then Mikey

“Do no harm take no shit” Raph likes the attitude, would be more comfortable around you bc of it, he will protect the ones he loves but confidence? Standing up for yourself? That shit is hot. I think you two would be able to help each other out regarding the “Anger” issues, by either cooling of or coping together on bad days, you two have a free card to just rant the ears of eachother, he HATES when you hide stuff from him, he cares about you and wants to help you! ( he can’t see he does the same and when someone (Mikey) points it out he’s like woop-) honestly this boy is also touch starved so when you two get together ( cuz it’s happening ) you would both be very cuddly, huggy, groopy he will NEVER admit he wants attention all the time but trust me. He does. and he will gladly spend time with you how ever you want, but loves when you sit between his legs when his knitting... and you know... things can get really hot and heavy between you two, MAKEOUT KING. Also let’s hope the walls in the lair a thick enough also sound proff, at least a little bit. Eitherway, if you aren’t ready for anything of that kind. Would respect you boundaries, and DEFINITELY beat the SHIT out of anyone who decides to be disrespectful towards you

Now Mikey on the other hand, would also help you in those “ let’s not fight everyone that pisses me off- whatchu looking at you wanna FIGHT?” feelings, but in a different way, he would try to divert the situation and try to make you distracted by something that brings you joy( or that he thinks it should bring joy to someone) he would listen to you rant if you want! But honestly he doesn’t like when people are frustrated, would ask if you want to go skating or maybe do some graffiti in some abandoned subway station! Wants to jump from rooftop to rooftop to see how New York’s looks just breath-taking from above? Scream your anger out from the top of a skyscraper? Let’s do it!!! Would MOST DEFINITELY get high with you, ( personal Headcanon: he has a green bong that glows in the dark with stickers, it’s the coolest thing he has ever found on the sewers that wasn’t completely gross or broken) sleepovers with movies and video games, laughing until 2 am and trying not to make too much noise so Leo and the others wouldn’t be suspicious, probably would eat the whole fricking fridge with you, I think when he finally sees he really likes you more than a friend it’s when you defend him and protect him from assholes in the street calling him names or just people being general dicks after him saving them. He’s so used to him and their brothers having to either lower their head for the cusswords and screams that comes along with saving rude people that seeing a human speaking it up for him, for Mikey, the dumbass one, it’s. It’s too much. Totally touches him, he’s so loving with you. Wouldn’t let you feel unloved for a SECOND. Would hug and kiss and just shower with love, LOVES! YOUR PRESENTS! Will start a present war, will draw you pieces every time you give him a new present, also please don’t hide anything for him, if you have a bad day pleeeease talk to him otherwise he won’t be able to stop thinking about it that maybe he was the one to fuck it up. Honestly it’s so cute to see both of you together and seeing how protective you can be off him, he feels so cared and his brothers will def love and respect you a bit more after realizing that you really love him for him

This was long but very soft 🥺 hope you liked it! Matchups are closed

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt match up #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo #giulia writes #hoemine

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lordxgrinnyxboy · 4 years ago

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watching london tgm! pt 2!

they actually carry clarence in in his coffin????

Kupsak sounds Different

OOOOOOOOOOH THAT WAS OSRIC’S VOICE THAT DID THE “Will our land at last be free” LIKE THE LINGERING ECHOES OF THE TRELAW SPIRIT. NICE.

the voice he used leaves me with no doubt he could’ve been another amazing Gwynplaine.

“Get out” WAS OSRIC LITERALLY THERE DID OSRIC STRAIGHT UP GO BUST A FUNERAL

OOOOH IT’S THE TRELAW REBELLION NOW. SPECIFICALLY THE TRELAW REBELLION. THE REBELLION BELONGING TO TRELAW.

for just a second i was living in a world without Barkilphedro but there he is, man, there he is. i was surprised to see him.

ooooh. oooooh “Angelica has not emerged from her chambers for almost exactly 20 years, during which time, she has not uttered a single word” WHAT?

DON’T SEND SPIKE TO GO GET HER WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

off topic but getting back to the previous post if the “father she’ll never see” was part of the inscription and Ursus gave it to her then he’d know about it so it can’t be that did the MOM get her a necklace that said she’d never see her father??? was the mom like “ope we gotta pack up and sail away without your dad but lemme get you a cool trinket first” or was there no inscription and Ursus is just assuming that it was the dad who gave her the necklace but it was actually the mom and the mom got a necklace for Dea without telling Ursus but hold up aren’t they poor? wouldn’t somebody have known? do they have separate bank accounts? did the mom say “well I got our unborn child a present but it’s a surprise you’ll find out later” why a necklace that says “dea”? did the mom name her without consulting Ursus? how’d she know wh-? was she going to name the baby ‘Goddess’ regardless of gender? (valid?) was she asking a goddess to protect the baby??? did she have the baby, immediately go get her a little trinket, and then freeze to death? was ‘Dea’ a deliberate move or was it just the last name trinket in the shop? Were all the “Makynzeiye” necklaces taken? I Have Questions About This Necklace

anyway

the other version always makes me feel almost like Barkilphedro murdered the king himself. i don’t get that so much in this one but i do get the impression he Knows What He’s Doing with this speech and is Doing It On Purpose. Having A Good Time, as it were.

angelica????

oh my

“SWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE” uhm

b-bird noises?

ooh she’s actually. calling out the corruption of her father. good girl angelica.

“I will make this country great again” did they. have. to say that. did they have to. was it necessary. why make me think about that man. why do that to me. london has no rights u-u

wHAT we’re back in the cart? No JoJo?

london gets rights for the fact that Gwyn’s crouching. that is a very good crouch sir, perfect.

“with mojo and father...GAH” oh gwyn :(

that hit him so hard so sudden like :(

FIDDLIN WITH THE BANDAGES IS CANOOOOON IT’S CANOOOOOOOON I AM VALID! I’M VALID! I KNEW IT! I THOUGHT SO! YES. YES. WOOHOO

gwyn your arm

the drama of that dismount. the delicate self-yeet. incredible.

WHY IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS YOUR SHIRT TUCKED IN YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT

“please help me find” gwyn what is she supposed to do, google it?

CROUCH

oh here we go

that was terrifying jojo

jojo that was terrifying

the dance is. worse.

pleeeease no please no please no pl

where did she get that

i am scared for my life rn

JOJO STOP

ohhh i’m dreading Brand New World. can’t believe i’m gonna have to watch Gwynplaine Trelaw literally be killed for sport. she’s gonna snap him like a twig 😭

JOJO I AM BEGGING YOU TO PUT THAT DOWN

i am so scared of this jojo i am so

oh JOJO’S gonna offer to make the scuttling dream a reality???

book canon right there

😱😬😭

in this one she literally warns david personally to his face he’s got no excuse let’s go david wygd

but sure let’s go to the fair

i don’t hate this david but he’s like the mellow, zero-energy edition.

he bouncin

he’s turned into a starfish???

i hate Bristol!Jojo’s costume so bad but dang if i haven’t gotten used to it and now this one’s a little weird

i’m not strong enough tbh

dirry-moir just crouched and i’m gonna have to sue for copywrighte on gwynplaine’s behalf. i’ve apparently lost my ability to spell

idk man these people are just incredibly scary

oh thank goodness that part’s over

london!gwyn looks like a hobbit that’s been stretched out. like a screenshot of Mr. Elijah Wood in Unexpected Journey, but it’s been pasted into MS Paint and then stretched out a bit and then squished down and stretched out again and somehow pasted back into the movie.

i am genuinely so grateful we get another cart scene. i need time to recover from never seen a face.

the dynamic feels different in this version

awww the shoulder pat :3

this Gwyn is a whole other person. he’s both Calmer and More Wound Up. at the same time.

😭 he just 😭 literally choked 😭 i can’t 😭 he just fell right over 😭 wilted like a flower 😭 howm i supposed to cope with this 😭

Don’t pat him so hard Ursus for pity’s sake DX

aw we’re not doing Born Broken in front of an audience this time? rights are evaporating.

is Gwyn even alive rn i think he straight up died

did he take the medicine yet?

Ursus are u touching his face?

HE’S HAVING A WHOLE SEIZURE

What Was That Move

i have lost my ability to exhale

i think Gwyn’s doing a physical impersonation of a fish being mercilessly dragged from a lake by a grappling hook thrown from a moving speedboat

i do like how Ursus crouches down to their level while they’re on the ground

love how Mojo looks over like “are y’all seeing this”

LOOK AT THE SMILE OF YOUR MOTHERL

THAT’S WHY URSUS FREAKIN SNAPS

Ursus is holding Gwyn by the wrist and just shaking his arm as punctuation like “I CANT tell you ANYthing you DON’t already KNOW” URSUS STOP

GWYN TRIED TO PULL AWAY AND URSUS YANKED GWYN’S ARM

URSUS YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS

i mean i always thought the near hysteria was valid and acceptable but you know what Gwyn is MORE than allowed the “NOOO NOT TODAY” line. he can HAVE IT. understandable. he did nothing wrong.

someone’s drinking a beer

i’m sorry but the way he just climbed through that curtain was hilarious

it’s too calm. mr. maskell you’ve got three seconds to lose your damn mind and go absolutely OFF

BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING

CLAP

twinge

this one doesn’t have enough hysteria but it gets points for being even more boneless

lost an elbow again

here we go his brain’s going AGSHAFUIABNAVSBKJAG AGFYAIAFIguAI here we go it’s happening i can see the sparks

MR MASKELL PLEASE

GWYN YOUR ARMS

YOUR SPIN GWYN

that right there was what medical professionals commonly diagnose as a Religious Experience.

his pantlegs are even shorter in this version

OH HE JUST YANKS THE BANDAID RIGHT OFF.

jojo please

hangon i gotta go back and see him in Zero Bones mode one more time that was actually so personal

i must say that rewind was Flawless. without even looking i took it back exactly to him coming through the curtain. at myself goodjob man

i would like to formally apologize to myself for just having the “talent show au” thought. stop that.

WIGGLY FINGERS ON “WALKS IN THE NIGHT”

can’t believe i’m in love with an overcooked linguini noodle

he is So Floppy it genuinely hurts to even look at and honestly i love that for me. I’m living. i’m about to watch this scene a third time in a row see if i don’t

it really is a little low on the sheer manic vibe but at the same time it kinda has the energy of if you climbed into the washing machine or maybe dryer while the appliance is on? or if you got in the washing machine but you brought a toaster with you. and threw your phone in separate.

another perfect rewind let’s go I’M THE STUUUUUUUFF OF YOUR NIGHTMARES WAS I

his voice sounds like it’s coming from a vintage record player and it’s definitely in black and white with a smattering of static and just a slight flavor of tin and honestly i love that for me

Gwyn’s literally one of those old door stoppers you know like the little stick on the bottom of the door and sometimes you pull it all the way to one side and then let go and it’s like FWOBBLEFWOBBLEFWOBBLE and you’re like “OOOOOOH”

JEAN VALJEAN

ARMS UPPPPPPPP GO BACK AND BOIIIIIIIIIIING

LOVE that dude. Amazing.

did he just spit actually? he physically can’t? at least traditionally?

steppy leggies!

one more time and then i’ll move on. just one more.

rewound too far i’m now back at “Ursus If You Don’t Let Go Of That Boy’s Wrist”

come on through that curtain Gwynlit i am Ready for You.

I’M THE STUUUUUUFFFFF OF YOUR NIGHTM

i want this played at my funeral and i want mr. maskell to be there to dance to it

so i guess in this version his limbs just short-circuit at different times huh because i mean genuinely for real his elbows just seem to nope out every now and then

this right here is what mr. hugo meant when he said, if not in as many words, that you were a ten.

ARRRMMMS UP! ANNNND BAAAAAAACK AND

B O U N C E

he has the x factor

love how he just shuffles back through the curtain like that one gif of the yellow dude being absorbed into the bushes

JOJO I LOVE YOUR DRESS WHAT

Dirry-Moir’s voice is nice even if it’s Very Different

fr jojo that’s actually kinda cute

Osric my dear i Love You

and now they’re all dirilious

dilirius

dilirious

dileros

d e l i r i o u s ?

that

Dea and Gwyn just dropped out of the sky

awww mojo came to check on him

Mojo’s nudging at Gwyn’s arm and Gwyn’s Not Having It

Ursus you’re banned from touching him i am Mad At You

Gwyn’s having another attack in this version it is constantly happening. has this boy sipped any sauce yet?

he just stood up and now he’s like

HE’S DOING HAND FLAPS HE’S GOT FLAPPY HANDS HE’S ACTUALLY. WHAT. FLAP FLAP FLAP I LIKE IT I AGreE WITH THIS

ooh he reacts a little bit to “all the other fairground freaks”

FIDDLING WITH THE BANDAGES

Ursus sounds Angery

oh. gwynlit :( he’s cryin :( on “I don’t believe you” :(

😭💀😭💀

these two have PROBLEMS in this version and i am Hurt

he’s doing hand things again

VOCAL THINGS

this is canon now

DEA JUST HELPED HIM WITH THE CRIMSON LETHE

it looked like he was too jittery or something so she puts his hand over his and helps him bring the bottle of crimson lethe up to his mouth

im really just filling up a shopping cart over here

did quake just clock ursus over the head or did someone get shot boy golly that was loud

wait though with the little noise that Gwyn did a second ago, we hear it after the crowd starts doing it but in-universe did they hear him do that at some point and now they’re imitating it 👀

THAT CRISMSON LETHE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT HE JUST FLOPPED FORWARD AND DEA HAD TO CATCH HIM 📝👀

oh. “The Grinning Man Is Not To Be Disturbed” is because he’s straight up out of it after having the medicine. oh no

Mojo just growled as Gwyn stood up and i heard it wrong and thought there was like a cartoon sound effect like “LOOK HOW FAST HE JUST STOOD UP. WOOSH.” but no it was a growly bark

he held onto Dea’s hand and kind of hopped over to the door that was neat

i’m gonna start holding everything i read Like That

shjshgsj he just held it Like that and Stared before switching to holding it normally and actually opening it

random Itch

her outfit really is cute though i like this costume

“who I aaaaaaaaaam” stop the voice is too good sir

okay but that maneuver really is illegal y’all ought not to have done that

wait wait lemme go back and

i don’t know how i feel about that

one more time lemme check lemme just ch

*phil collins voice* oh lord

there is no reason

gwyn sweetheart you are not strong enough. she will kill you.

i now know what song this reminds me of now and i’m so upset

why do they have the outside of the cart looking like a happy meal box

GWYN WHAT WAS THAT

he just did the squawkiest laugh oml

HOLD UP

“you must see or you’ll never know” “YOU’RE RIGHT! Something is changing! She wants to meet me!” WHAT IS THIS CONVERSATION

HE SOUNDS HAPPY

SHE KNOWS HE’S GOING TO MEET SOMEBODY AND SHE ACTUALLY KISSES HIM LIKE “You must go!” WHAT

boy i know you did not just finger-gun goodbye at the blind girl

he’s walking in place now and i’m crying

she told him he must go now and he took it so literally he left while she was still talking

THE WALKING IN PLACE THOUGH. IT’S IN SLOW MOTION. I AM DISTRAUGHT

did you just wave at someone Gwyn

he’s so doped up

i think he thinks he’s about to get beat

okay in this version he doesn’t Let Osric grab his hand Osric just kind of grabs him and then Gwyn snatches his hand away and Osric’s like “i’ve got a funny feeling in my hand” meanwhile Gwyn puts his hand up and looks at it for a second and shakes down his sleeve and then he’s all hands-on-hips and looking at Osric like >:?

i think he just did the sound with them

and he’s having another attack.

he just fell back and they caught him and one person grabbed his hand and yanked him forward and now they’re picking him up

idk think he knows he’s alive in this version

AJSHFAJGAH THEY’RE DOING HIM LIKE THE PUPPETS IN THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST DANCE SEQUENCE THEY JUST TOSSED THAT BOY LIKE A FRESHLY-LAUNDERED BEDSHEET

he ain’t well sir

that’s all for now!

#bristol is still immeasurably better but i am having a great time negl #tgm #the grinning man

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chilly-me-softly · 5 years ago

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Part two to the Ben meeting your daughter please xx❤️❤️

Part 1 (someone requests a part 3 I’m falling in love pleeeease)

“Ben, hey listen, I got a problem”

“Can I help?”

“I hope so. Emma’s father called me and he can’t pick her up from kindergarten today and I clearly can’t right now” you sigh as you look out the window of that waiting room. Working from home has its benefits but at least once a month you had to report to the big boss in person and always made sure to book the appointment when you didn’t have Emma. Usually these meetings last for hours, to make sure there are no problems and to evaluate the work of time just spent. But your ex called, he had a problem and can’t look after Emma that day. Which also meant picking her up from kindergarten now and even if you had left that building now you doubted that with the rush hour traffic you would have been able to get there on time. “Could you go pick her up?” you bite your lip expecting an answer, it was the first one that came to mind and you didn’t think twice about calling him because it was almost your turn. And Emma was gonna be out of there soon, so you had to move fast.

“Uh… yeah, yeah, I’m coming out of practice now. But call the school and make sure it’s not a problem” a thud comes to your ears, maybe the car door closing, and you smile because in all that mess you hadn’t thought about it.

“Thanks, I’ll make it up to you” he giggles before starting the car, “Make the call”

“Do you mind if we make a little stop?” Ben turns to look at his friend as he puts his cell phone in a space above the radio and he shrugs, stretching out to find a decent station in the meantime.

Ben had come back, he had come back to your house many times. Emma seemed to have got used to the boy’s presence, she had started asking him questions - the first time the little one had gone to him without being pushed by you, his heart had almost burst with joy. A simple ‘Ben, I’m thirsty’ as you were nowhere to be seen, but he had got up to get her water as if she had asked for the moon, his hands shaking and he almost dropped everything.

Things seemed to be going well between them, he had started calling her Twinkle after her teddy bear and the little girl didn’t seem to mind. He could swear her eyes shone a different light when he did it, but they were still far from being great friends.

They had never spent any time alone though, somehow you were always around to calm her down or knowing what to do and his love for you grew day by day as he saw how you handled everything to the best of your ability.

But now he was worried, he really hoped there wasn’t a problem with school or Emma. The only thing that really frightened him about children was when they cried, he was terrified of not being able to calm them down or not knowing what to do, and he didn’t want to pass for a parent who didn’t care about his child’s well-being. It was a big thing, he knew that you were cornered in such a short time but he also knew you trusted him otherwise you would surely have found another way.

“A school?” James was confused while Ben was unbuckling his belt. “I won’t be long” the fact that his friend was with him calmed him down a lot, in short between the two of them James was the easygoing one and he loves kids, and kids love him.

He already picked Emma up from school, you and Ben were planning a day at the park. But he’d stayed in the car waiting for you to pick her up from her class, now he’s already asked the first person in front of him and has no idea where he’s going.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Emma?” he sees the little girl scribbling something on a piece of paper and he sighs inside for getting into the right class, “The mother, (Y/N), must have called to say I was coming by” he must seem like a hopeless case because the teacher smiles at him exactly as she would at a child in her class as she calls the girl’s attention.

She looks at him confused when she sees him but smiles at him as she approaches him and wraps her tiny arms around his legs, damn that heart will explode out of his chest some day.

He lowers himself to her height and leaves a caress on her cheek, “So Twinkle, your daddy had an emergency so you’ll stay with me for a while. What do you say, are you in?” the little girl nods moving the two braids on either side of her head, a smile on the boy’s face as he tells her to get her things then.

And after making her put on her coat, the girl looks up at him reaching out her little hand and waiting for Ben to hold her in his. The little princesses’ backpack in one hand, the other wrapped around the little one’s and they can finally get out of that building.

When she sees they are approaching the car and sees another person inside it, here comes back the shy little Emma. Ben stops feeling the baby’s grip getting stronger and stronger, “Em do you mind if my friend James joins us today? He’s really good, I promise”

The little girl seems to think about it for a few minutes, looking at the car with serious eyes and he almost doesn’t burst out laughing at the situation. But then she nods hesitantly and he drops to her height again, “I know it’s difficult, but the unexpected happens sometime. And the two of us are going to have so so much fun” he presses his finger lightly on her cheek to make her smile and he succeeds, the little giggle that comes out of her lips gives him the urge to get up and take her in his arms. And the little girl does not withdraw, on the contrary she wraps her little arms around her neck and waits for him to take her to the car.

He places her on the seat carefully and puts the belt on her, then places the backpack next to her. He’s quick to get into his seat and turn towards her, “Are you all right?”

“Yes” she murmurs playing with her little hands and he smiles before turning to James.

“Nice braids” the boy smiles at the little one while Ben starts the engine and smiles seeing her cheeks turn red from the rearview mirror as she thanks him.

“Do you know what to do yet?”

“No” sighs Ben, “(Y/N) is working and hasn’t told me much else”

“Why don’t we go back to my place? Diego’s there, it might work”

He takes another look in the rearview mirror, “Twinkle do you like dogs?” at the affirmative nod of the little girl, he knows what to do.

‘Please tell me you didn’t buy her a dog’ you write after hours of silence. Emma, Ben and James had headed over to the latter’s house so, the little one always hid behind Ben’s figure. When they got inside, it hadn’t taken Diego long to run to his master and smell the new girl’s shoes.

“It’s small” she had commented when Ben had stopped to let her take off her coat and both boys had giggled.

“You can pet him if you want, it’s okay I promise” she looked Ben in the eye for a few seconds before squatting to pet the dog’s little head. She giggled at the sensation making a smile appear on Ben’s face and on James’s face enjoying the scene a few steps away. Ben had told him the whole situation, it was clear he loved the girl as much as his mother but he had no idea that he was at those levels. Now he wanted to meet you too, his friend had no excuse.

After a juice and a snack, they all moved into the living room where Diego had enjoyed the attention of the child. The two older ones had enjoyed the moment, joining in the cuddles or showing the little girl how to throw the ball and play with the little dog.

And it was at that moment that he took a picture of her to let you know that everything was going great. ‘It’s James’

‘Thank god. I could have left you for that’ a thoughtful emoticon at the end of the message that makes him giggle as he quickly writes his reply.

'Really…’

'A dog needs care. Anyway, I’ll be home by 7, I’ll get dinner’

'We’ll be home by then’ a little emoticon sending a kiss and a heart from you and the conversation’s over. Ben doesn’t have time to put the phone down that one hand rests on his knee, “Ben, tired”

“Ow sweetie” Ben picks her up as soon as her arms lift towards him and strokes her back when she snuggles up to him.

“Want me to take you upstairs? James has a nice comfortable bed if you want” but the baby squeezes closer to him and then Ben stays on the couch, rocking her as he can until he feels the grip on his shirt become less and less present.

“She’s a really lovely baby” James sighs as he looks at his friend, proud of him and what he’s doing. Raising a child is hard, especially when you don’t have a blood relation to it. And as hesitant as he was at first, he saw it now. He saw the relationship that he was trying to build with the kid and he almost didn’t believe everything he told him about her, she didn’t seem so shy around him or it showed that she was getting attached to him.

“I already love her James” he can hear the emotion in Ben’s voice as he lowers his gaze to the creature in his arms sleeping with her mouth open. “I’m scared most of the time, but I like it”

“You’re a great dad, Ben”

“For fuck’s sake Madders” Ben raises his head trying not to let down those tears that suddenly threaten to come down and James giggles. “For your good I’ll pretend I haven’t seen you… and heard you”

Ben’s car parks behind yours when you’ve just opened the front door, the baby greets you from the car and waits for Ben to unbuckle her seatbelt before running to you and greeting you. And then you go into the house, putting down the boxes with the dinner but you notice you don’t have the usual tornado around. You take a look at the door, and a smile comes across your face when you notice that Emma is waiting for Ben, who is getting her backpack, and takes his hand before going inside.

“Hey, you guys had fun I see”

“I don’t know, Twinkle, did you have fun?”

“Yesss” screams the little girl hopping around the place and making her hair move, free from her braids now. “Mom, can we get a dog?” you glance at Ben who’s laughing and you can calm the baby by sending her off to wash her hands.

“You’re so sexy in this outfit” Ben immediately takes advantage of it to wrap his arms around your waist and get close to you.

“Every time she asks me about the dog, it’s up to you to tell her no” you murmur, your forehead in contact with his and his eyes in yours.

“James is available at any time of the day” you laugh back, “but I’m serious, you’re really hot”

“Stay over tonight?” you bite your lip and he puts a thumb on it to remove it from your teeth.

“But she-”

“I know” one look and then his lips are finally on yours, another mark on your belt. One closer to building something even more serious and beautiful.

Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

#thank you anon #ben chilwell #ben chilwell blurb

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alrightinbed-betterwithapen · 6 years ago

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Busted — David x Natalie

A/N: a loverly anon asked me for Natalie and David realizing their feelings. I basically can’t not write smut at this point in my life so here you go! Smutty, smut smut folks!

Summary: Four times they almost get caught. And the fifth time? The fifth time is really their own fault.

Send me requests here!

XxxX

There are four terrifying moments in David and Natalie’s lives where they almost get caught fucking.

Well, technically there are five. During the fifth time... well, let’s just say the word almost doesn’t really apply.

XxxX

The first time is mid April of last year.

David’s 420 vlog is looming and he’s so on edge without posting tri-weekly, he might burst. They all said it would be good for him, he needed a break, but Natalie knew better. David’s life was entirely encompassed by the vlogs. It made him stressed, crazy and exhausted, and he loved every moment of it.

He’s stir crazy, coming up with one idea after the other, the next one as good as the last, yet he’s pulling at his hair and bent over in frustration on the couch. Natalie can’t bear it, he’s so wound up he can’t think straight. She doesn’t like seeing him like this, so unlike himself.

That’s why she drops to her knees in front of him and stares until he mets her gaze. Her hands go to start unbuttoning his black jeans, unwavering from their intense shared look. He lifts his hips to help her push them down to his ankles. And he really can’t help grabbing her ponytail and pulling her face towards his lap. Natalie takes him fully into her mouth, sucking him to full hardness, allowing saliva to dribble out and around him.

The sticky, wet mess sounds obscene as David takes over control of the pace she had set, guiding her mouth over his dick in quick, rough strokes. She starts to gag when his cock hits the back of her throat, but that makes him speed up. He’s groaning openly into the room, fucking Natalie’s face with force behind each thrust. She’s bracing his thighs and opening her throat when David’s grip tightens in her hair and pulls her completely off.

“C’mere,” he murmurs while releasing her hair, yanking her black Clickbait shorts and underwear to the side as he maneuvers her onto his lap. Her arms wrap around his neck, hands curling to grip the hair at the base of his neck when he lines his cock up with her slit, leaking slick just from blowing him.

Their haggard groans bounce off the walls as she sinks down onto him, David’s hands biting into her hips. Fully seated, Natalie leans forward to press her lips to his, pushing her tongue in to find his. He pulls her forward sharply to bottom out, starting slow, deep thrusts that have her moaning into his mouth. She’s rocking her hips with his guidance, doing her best to not pull away from their sloppy kiss, but he’s making her whole body jerk with each rough pound into her cunt. Natalie has to break their kiss and rest her forehead on his shoulder when scoots both their bodies to the edge of the couch, hands bruising her hips, and starts fucking her properly.

That’s when they both hear the garage opening from down the hallway to their bedrooms. Natalie is stunned, still in David’s arms and eyes wide with terror. Then he’s yanking her off his dick and lap in one go, throwing her on to the couch next to him. There’s not a moment for either of them to groan from the loss before he’s standing and pulling his pants back on. Natalie just adjusts her panties and shorts while grabbing the white blanket on the back of the couch to cover her lap.

David’s running a hand through his hair, trying to calm down as the door to the garage squeaks open. He looks at the brunette for a brief moment while moving towards the kitchen, a slight grin on his lips. Natalie grabs for her phone she sat on the coffee table earlier, opening Twitter to distract herself from whoever was making their way towards them.

“Alright, what the hell are we filming today, Dave?” Jason announces as he rounds the hallway into the living space. “Hey, Nat,” he says, giving her a nod as he continues to David in the kitchen. Natalie steals a glance back once Jason had passed her, watching David take a long drag from a water bottle.

He smirks at her.

She rolls her eyes.

XxxX

The second time is in June, and they’re in Chicago.

The club they’re at is packed and Ilya is getting seriously fucked up. So are all the other Vernon Hill boys, but Ilya was really making it his mission to not be able to remember this evening come tomorrow. David is pumped for the footage, but can’t stop looking over at Natalie. She’s wearing a short skirt and translucent blouse that shows off her chest beautifully.

She knows she’s distracting him, so she actively tries to make herself sparse, getting slightly drunk and meandering around the club. He’s not deterred though, moving the group wherever she goes. At least she’s a pleasant distraction for him.

David drops his camera on Mike’s lap and tells him he’ll be back when he sees Natalie skirt away and down the hall of the club towards the restrooms. Having been here before, David is aware that there are single bathrooms down this way, the kind that are perfect for pushing Natalie into and getting his hands on her as he slams and locks the door behind him.

She’s laughing turning in his arms to fall into a kiss they’d been avoiding all night. He’s fast though, knowing what he wants when he lifts her onto the sink and pushes her skirt up.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” David groans, kissing her neck and feeling her wet folds. “Fuuuuck, you’re gonna kill me, Nat.”

“Yeah, probably, but fuck me first,” she replies, pulling at the button of his jeans and dragging down his zipper. He’s hard, he’s been hard since he saw Natalie’s outfit for the night. He’s pulling himself out of his boxer briefs as he turns her around, making her stand and face the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink.

“I want you to watch your slutty little self get fucked,” he says, hand in her hair, stare boring into her through the mirror. She nods and spreads her legs while leaning most of her weight on the sink. He rubs some of the wetness from her on his dick before spitting crudely in his palm and pumping himself. Natalie’s hips impatiently twitch back, watching him with bated breath. David’s smirk should be illegal, she thinks when he pushes all the way in with one fluid roll of his hips.

Natalie’s jaw drops in the mirror, a drunken little uh coming out of her. Davids eye snap shut at that, hips stuttering out a few sharp thrusts without his permission.

“How are you so fucking tight, huh? Little whores that walk around nightclubs without panties shouldn’t be this tight,” he tells her, fucking into her roughly. She’s still staring at him, mouth open, body jerking with his brutal pace. She can’t take it anymore.

“David, fuck! Yeah, please, faster,” she begs, watching him look down to where he’s slipping in and out of her, a look of great concentration on his face.

“Pleeeease Dave, please. Fuck me, fuuuuck me,” she’s crying when he shoves in at just the right angle to hit her g-spot. His head jerks up, peering into Natalie’s desperate eyes, his lips red from biting them as he fucked her. In that moment, he could come just from how slutty and wanton she’s acting, cunt gripping around him.

The moment is interrupted though, by a loud banging on the door.

“Natalie! Are you in there?!” Dima is yelling from the other side of the door, going to wiggle the handle but finding it locked. “Hey, I saw you come this way and I don’t know if you’re in there, but if you are, you should know we’re being kicked out- hey, don’t fuckin’ touch me dude, gimme a second!” they both hear him cut himself off to yell at someone in the hallway, probably security.

“Ilya puked on a bottle girl and they want us out! You need to find David and meet us outside!” He’s hollering, voice growing quieter as he’s most likely being dragged away by the bouncers.

David’s still inside of Natalie, both of them sporting a panicked and mortified face. They just stare at each other, punch drunk with adrenaline, before separating and pulling their clothes back on.

David peeks his head out the door to find the hallway empty, turning to tell Natalie to leave first and he’ll wait a couple minutes. She’s blushes the whole walk outside, ass stinging from the slap David gave her as she trudged out of the dirty bathroom.

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The third time is in September, when David and Alex have the brilliant idea to pop boner pills.

They’re driving home after dropping Alex off at the apartment. David’s giggly, hyped up and talking a million miles an hour, every once and while reaching down to push on his crotch, desperately trying to relieve pressure.

Natalie’s just drunk enough from her night out with friends, that she doesn’t hesitate to kneel up on the passenger seat and reach over the console to David’s lap. Her hand massages him through his jeans, looking towards him with bitten lips.

“Are you gonna help me out, baby girl,” he mewls, reaching out to turn on self driving, pushing his seat back a bit. Natalie’s nodding as she frees his cock from the confines of his dark, skinny jeans. He is hard, like, a scary shade of red and the head turning purple, hard. She salivates while dropping to lick at the tip, gripping the base. His hands dig into his own scalp while letting Natalie settles into a rhythm, bobbing on his cock and then pausing to lick the vein underneath.

Davids hands flail outwards, hitting his steering wheel hard a couple times when Natalie takes one of his balls into her mouth to suck on while still stroking his shaft. He’s letting out a long, desperate Fuuuuck, when a voice sounds loudly around the Tesla through the speakers.

“David?” Alex’s confused voice asks through the Bluetooth call that he somehow made without realizing, “Hey, are you okay dude?”

Natalie stills, glancing up at David, her glassy, drunk eyes wide. He’s shocked as she is and tries to collect himself before sputtering, “Yeah dude, sorry. Just starting to feel really weird from those pills. I didn’t realize I called you. My bad.”

Natalie pulls away from David and back to her side of the car, wiping her mouth, giving him the most evil little smile he’s ever seen.

“Yeah, I know, me too. Just fucking put it on self drive and get the fuck home. I don’t need you killing yourself and taking Nat with you,” Alex says around a huffed out laugh, none the wiser to what had been happening in the car when he picked up the call.

“For sure, I’ll call you in the morning. Talk to ya later,” David reassures, before swiftly ending the call.

Natalie’s laugh is outrageous and she’s doubled over for a good couple minutes. David just grips his cock, throwing his head back, cursing those stupid fucking pills when Natalie says she’ll finish him off when they get home.

XxxX

The fourth time is during Halloween.

Natalie is dressed up as a devil and David has to really concentrate to not focus his camera on her cleavage while vlogging. She looks so good and David just wants to leave bite marks and hickies on her chest.

She’s dancing around all night, taking advantage of her near bare body being on display. Every once in a while throwing him a flirty, sultry look, each gaze piling up until he snaps. The squad and their friends are now back at David’s, continuing the party well into the night, when he sends her a text that simply says,

I need you to take care of something in the garage.

She doesn’t run, she walks briskly, politely leaving a conversation with Corinna and Kristen to head out to David. When she opens the door, he’s leaning on the back end of his Tesla, the garage door open, staring out into the night. He turns to her, smiling, and jerks his head, motioning follow me. He’s pushing off the car, walking out of the open room and rounding the corner that leads to the five foot wide run along the side of the garage.

Natalie’s smile is bright and sober. She wanted to stay clear headed to remember how David fucks her after a whole night of teasing. There’s a tall, wide shrub that obscures the opening of the run that she has to maneuver around. David is leaning against the rough stucco of his home, palming himself.

Stepping forward, she tells him quietly, “I’m not kneeling on the ground in this to blow you. Just so you know.” He just looks her up and down, a fucking sex demon with lingerie to match.

Grabbing her hip and spinning them so he’s shoving her against the wall, he barricades her in with his right arm, the left running down her chest. He briefly tweaks a nipple through the thin lace and continues his way down to her stomach. She likes this demeanor he has on and stays still on the wall, arms hanging limp at her sides. She lets him massage her mound through the thin fabric, making her throb and start to leak through her clothing. She tilts her head when he leans into her neck, allowing him space to leave kisses.

David pulls back and presses his forehead gently to Natalie’s, a sweet moment juxtaposed by the way he slips his hands into her panties and starts collecting her slick on his first two fingers.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The only way you could look better right now is if you were coming around me,” he purrs, eyes searching hers feverishly. He’s pushing into her cunt when he says, “I guess I’ll have to settle for around my fingers.”

Natalie bits her lip, bringing her hands to David’s face and pulling him into a dirty open mouthed kiss. He’s stroking her insides in search of that one spot that makes her scream. As he finds it, loud voices come pouring out of the garage, the sound of the door opening and shutting. She bites his lip hard to stifle a moan.

Zane, Todd and Ilya are laughing about something and they can hear bottles clinking as David keeps caressing her sweet spot and sucking on her tongue. Natalie doesn’t know why she’s not stopping their kiss, but he isn’t putting an end to it either. It’s getting harder and harder to not make noises, and she has to pull away from his lips and bite his shoulder to stop the whimpers when his thumb finds her clit, still working his fingers inside her.

Footsteps grow closer and then stop at the edge of the garage where it meets the run. They pause simultaneously then, almost busted if not for the shrub. And then there’s the tell tale sounds of puking and vomit splattering on the ground. Zane and Todd whoop and try to rally Ilya as David and Natalie cringe. Then the boys are trudging back inside, Ilya yelling about another round of shots. David’s fingers are unmoving inside her when he asks, “Moment killed, huh?”

Natalie knocks her head back on the wall letting out a huge groan of frustration.

Yeah, yeah it was.

XxxX

The fifth time is during Christmas.

Natalie and David never learn from their close calls. They never actually figure out what it is they’re doing. They just keep longing and looking and breaking and then fucking in the closest possible semi-private location they can find.

That bites them in the ass back home in Chicago.

There’s a party at Ilya’s and David has Natalie’s legs wrapped around his waist, perched on the edge of the desk in the office. He’s kissing her breathless and pounding into her soaked pussy, the sound of wet squelching and skin slapping fills the abandoned room. They don’t notice the door crack open or the random girl pull her phone out and start recording.

No, neither even realize what’s happened until the next morning when David’s phone starts blowing up. They watch the video in bed together, cringing the entire way through. When it ends they sit silently.

“So, what do we do now?” She asks.

“I don’t know, do we do like an explanation video?”

“Saying what?” She presses, “Oh, yeah. We just fuck every once in a while, no big!”

David laughs at the thought. No, they can’t do that. He’s turning to sit towards her on the bed and sighs, “So, we stop fucking and never acknowledge it?”

“I don’t want that.”

“Yeah, me either Natalie,” he stresses, rolling his eyes, “People will be commenting about it, literally, forever if we don’t address it.”

“No, I mean I don’t want to stop... us.” Her words feel like a confession.

“Me either,” David mumbles softly, taking in her nervous form, picking at her nails and foot twitching rhythmically. Waking up with Natalie made his whole day amazing. When she kisses him, he forgets every problem in his life. He wants to make her feel good and writhe under him forever. He wants her.

“I think I might be in love with you,” he admits, the words coming out for the first time, while the feeling is a familiar ache inside him. He waits for her to speak and wants to die. She doesn’t say anything for several long moments.

“I think I might be in love with you too,” she finally confesses.

He smiles and pulls her into a kiss that leads to making out that leads to fucking in the early morning sun on his hotel bed.

When they’re showered and dressed, David pulls out his phone, Natalie firm on his lap and tells Snapchat all about his new girlfriend.

If he spends over half the story ranting about how shitty Ilya’s friends are, well, that’s his prerogative.

Natalie laughs the whole way through.

XxxX

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years ago

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Seeking long-term, fun, and literate roleplay! Pet photos on request.

My name is Chris and I'm a 28 year old roleplayer with 15 years experience writing! I'm an ICU RN in my free time with a beautiful wife and an even more beautiful cat and a fairly brand new puppy. I write mainly over email and reply 2-3 times a week with anywhere from 5-16 paragraphs, depending on the characters and actions in the scene. I also communicate over various messengers if that is at all your jam for plotting purposes and the like. I write M/F and F/F lines. And, since I'm a ICU nurse, I can always promise painfully medically accurate roleplay. I put extra *s by the lines that I will literally lose my mind if you approach me about. Searching hard! Figured I'd start with original lines: -This American Life Something set in the 1970s, focusing on a roadtrip. A group of teenagers leave their small town behind to head out west. I love this time period. Can be supernatural, supernatural lite (think Twin Peaks weirdness) or totally natural. F/F True Detective line A line about a pair of detectives from the city taking on a murder in a small down that isn't jazzed about two women taking the reigns of such a large case. Fandoms! -Star Wars** I know Reylo is all the rage these days, as is Qi'Ra/Han. But, man ALIVE, I really want something focusing on the core four: Luke, Leia, Han, and, ya boy, Chewie. Something taking place in that three year gap between New Hope and Empire as they work among the rebellion. Strange new worlds, getting into scrapes, sharply running from the empire, avoiding Vader, bounty hunters, and all sorts of things. This time period is far from explored and we can really thrive in the galaxy. Primarily I want to focus on the budding relationship between Han and Leia and Luke's training, pre-Yoda. In a perfect world, I'd want to write Han and Chewie (If anyone thinks Chewie is just a NPC, get out my face) while my partner takes on Leia and Luke. I'd be willing to switch out Chewie for Luke if need be, I guess? We could also split up C3PO and R2. Let's real build out the resistance and delve into the 'WARS' part of those big yellow letters that never get enough attention. On top of all of that, I also have an original love interest in mind for Luke if someone else plays him! She's a spitfire. Alternatively, I'd be down for writing something set in the clone wars. Perhaps two jedi that broke the order's relationship laws and then survived Order 66 together? -Preacher Seriously. Love this show, love this comic. Would happily write Jesse or Cassidy against Tulip. Just definitely looking for a Tulip -The Boys Would love to write Hughie against Starlight! Currently working my way through the season that just dropped. -Marvel -I will love you forever if you write an Elektra against my Daredevil. They are toxic and in love and I love it. Whether it be the comics or the Netflix series, I don't care. Someone please write me an Elektra. -Alternatively, I'd also be happy to write against a Black Widow, either with Daredevil (They were a mainstay OTP in the comics in the 90s) or Logan/Wolverine (This line would be bloody and murder-y as hell but it would be some fun).** -Has anyone seen the trailer for the neverendingly delayed New Mutants movie? I would love to write something based on that horror aspect of the mutant universe.* -I'd love to write an older MCU Peter Parker (like college) running across a MCU version of Black Cat. Or just a Spiderman roleplay in general. I've always wanted to write Peter but have never gotten the chance! I have a ton of ideas for this, plus faceclaims for a few of the villains. Pleeeease hit me up***** -If you write Jessica Jones, I'd be willing to write almost anyone against her. Just let me know. -Hawkguys! I would love to either write Clint sgainst Kate Bishop (This would be a slightly skewed MCU vibe) or Kate against America Chavez. I would really love to do either of these lines -DC -I'd love to write Batman against Catwoman, please. I'm not too picky on the setting or the iteration.*** -John Constantine against almost anyone. I'd kill for an Elsa Bloodstone but that's obscure as heck. A mage and a monster hunter that are both English taking on the supernatural underworld. Let's make it into an adventure like magic Indiana Jones and just go nuts with it. Seriously, this could be so fun.*************** Otherwise, Zatanna (old flames), Jessica Jones (Two cynical alcoholics become barstool neighbors before one's business shows up at the bar as well), or Scarlet Witch (Instead of going to Stephen Strange, Wanda ends up as John's student)? -Hannibal I've been dying to do a sort of season 4 for a while now, focused on Clarice Starlings interaction with Will Graham and later Hannibal Lecter. Just need to find someone willing to create an original style Clarice. -Resident Evil I'd like to write Leon against Claire Redfield or Jill Valentine in an original outbreak or a new one. I know this is an old school fandom but I'm a diehard fan. -Star Trek Okay, so first up, I am not the most well versed Trekkie in the world. Never watched any of the TV shows but am a massive fan of the trio of rebooted films and would love to give Kirk or Bones a try against Uhura, Dr. Eve, or maybe a female Vulcan OC? Hit me with ideas! -The Matrix Another obscure fandom. Maybe just an original crew, set during the movies, after, or an AU where they're the only survivors of Zion? Im not sure but I could plot something out! -Uncharted I'd love to write Chloe Frazier against Nadine Ross, continuing their adventures. I'm pretty wide open on what we can do with this one. -Overwatch I just recently got into this game and think the fandom is a ton of fun. While I might need a bit of tutorial on the storyline outside of the characters, I'd be down to write a few of them. But I have no idea what the standard ships are. RANDOM CRACK SHIPS! Caught in a Web: I would love to write an iteration (Daniel Craig or an original) of James Bond/007 against a non superhero version of Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow. Spy vs spy shenanigans as two people working for different governments. Totally impossibly but putting it just in case: Did anyone see all that Wonder Woman/Lara Croft art that was floating around the internet earlier this year? I would love to dive into that. I'd prefer to write Lara but I'm definitely not picky. My email is [email protected]. I'm on skype at Chrisx104 (Same for gmail) and Discord at NurseBatman#3674

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erinlasgalen · 6 years ago

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I should post my Yuri on Ice fics too ~

I realized this today lol.

Sooo, enjoy one of the fics I wrote back when the anime was still ongoing xD

This is who I am, just follow me!

After the disastrous party, Yuuri eats pirojki, gets kidnapped in the dead of night by a 15 year old secret fan, gets lost in snow, sings a popular (among skaters) song and acquires a new nickname. Not necessarily in that order.

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It was snowing heavily in Moscow, coating everything and anything in a white blanket. It almost looked like the Earth itself was falling asleep under the lull of the crescent moon that was sparkling with a sneaky glint. It was 4 in the morning and the streets were as quiet as a mother who put her baby to sleep after hours of lulling…

Not even a single murmur could be heard.

“NOOUUUUU!”

Well, except for that unholy hoarse scream that could have woken up the whole neighborhood, that is, if they weren’t walking by the secluded highway that looked like the main setting for a horror movie scene with all the snow around.

What would have looked like an angry grandfather dragging his drunken grandson home for punishment for fooling around with young maidens, was actually a figure skating coach/trainee pair that had gotten a bit lost (not without the immense help from said trainee ) after the party they had disappeared from hours ago.

“I don’t waaaaant t’do another interview”, slurred the younger one, trying to get away from his mentor as fiercely as a drunken kitten, or a piggy, some might say.

Now this boy – well, MAN, was Katsuki Yuuri, Japan’s top figure skater, who always qualified for the finals of every championship there was and always lost spectacularly to everyone. Getting the last place was like his special karma or something. As if he was cursed to always qualify and fail for the whole world to see and laugh.

Nerves, they sure can get to you…scary! Get a grip, Katsuki-san!

Currently, he was cold, wet (partly, his feet were soaked through due to lousy old boots that needed to be changed ASAP!), hungry, and still quite drunk.

“Like hell you don’t!” growled the older man, tightening his vice grip on the boy and dramatically dragging him along the vast nothingness that was Russian Snowfall in the dead of night, or morning.

Whatever.

Now this charming eyebrow (yes he has extremely weird eyebrows that actually grow like that! Talk about hawk eyes…maybe all Italians have unique facial features?) man, was muttering profanities under his breath in a mix of broken English, flawless sexy Italian and extremely weird Japanese ( as if he learned it from watching anime … who the hell talks like that?)

“Not after what you pulled off today at the party! You were supposed to be serious and calm and collected, someone who can deal with anything!” he ranted, pace intensifying along with the force of his grip. Yuuri whimpered. And to think it was him who convinced the heartbroken skater to come to that party…

This man, well, in Yuuri’s eyes a demon currently, was his coach de la italiano, Celestino Cialdini, or “Ciaociao” for short and fluffy. Mind you, the nickname absolutely did NOT come from Phichit’s family dog, King, who coincidentally happened to be a chowchow. Not at all. He was strict, always to the point and very hard to deal with at times. Also his eyebrows were distracting. And his eyes. The whole image always screamed ‘Lock-on, I am a predator, I’ll eat you alive’. Well, unless you fed him spaghetti or something.

“-..ked, well nearly naked! What was going through that idiot brain of yours at that time? Eh? Eeeeh? Not to mention the pole dancing! Why was there a pole anyways? Who brings a pole to a formal afterparty!!!“

Ah, it seems we got sidetracked a little, let’s get back to our merry duo now, shall we?

“What was that?!” roared the man, ponytail swishing back and forth with the speed they were gaining. It seemed that Yuuri had mumbled a small reply to that rhetorical question, trying to keep his balance and free himself at the same time while stumbling around in knee deep snow. Luck was on their side or they both would have faceplanted long ago had it been deadly ice.

They would have made charming snow angels! Or devils…

“I said, t’was Chris…”

“Ah, yes”, a snort. “The sparkly eyelashes from Switzerland. Are they all like that? Their men are more feminine than their women!”

Yuuri’s eyes unfocused, remembering a certain Russian skater and their dance. He opened his mouth to say something, probably resembling an "Oh, Victor~” but was cut off with a harsh tug to the middle of the street.

“And you are still not getting off the interview! Come on we need to get a ride! WE are going back to the hotel, YOU are getting some sleep and in the morning YOU and your FABULOUS FLAMENCO self will be giving an interview. And don’t you DARE dodge questions!”

Yuuri gave his best (he practiced on his own sister!) puppy eyes. But of course his coach was immune.

Italians, I say…

Ciaociao narrowed his eagle eyes and grunted, “And no, I will NOT be answering anything in your stead.”

“Bu..but it’s 4! Like, morning 4! Super late night em..early 4!!!”, the whining intensified. “We’re never going t’ find a taxi or ANY car anyways! Can we just…um, you know, just a, uh…”

Well, that really was a problem. Quite a big one, it seemed, I mean, even the angry coach went silent and loosened his grip somewhat, eyes downcast, trying to think of a solution. With both their phones long dead (Celestino’s really WAS dead, as it took a nice long swim during the party in the resident wine pitcher, screen flickering pathetically a few times before dying in the blood of grapes…Yuuri had gone all “Make us free, na splash, kasametta..” at that time, hands together in a silent prayer to the now dead device) it was pretty much impossible to contact anyone or anything.

Why didn’t they keep pagers around anymore?

Yuuri tried to use this momentum to get away. With mysterious ninja-like skills out of nowhere (most probably from all the champagne), he disengaged all his captive limbs and turned to make a beeline to hell knows where, when a beep resonated through the emptiness and an astonishingly white light came right on his frozen face, momentarily blinding him. A screech was heard and a car appeared milliseconds after the light, making an eyebrow raising U-turn and stopping right beside them in a well done drift.

Chris would have approved of it with a low whistle.

The snow whirlwind the driver brought with himself settled down to reveal an old, blue Zaporojets.

A window rolled down with a little screech along with the layer of snow gathered on it and an enormous furry scarf poked itself outside to greet them.

A few silent minutes they were all blinking at each other, during which it became evident that the ’scarf’ was actually a human head, wrapped exquisitely in a white, red and blue patterned scarf (patriot much?). A small patch of what looked like straw at first was actually hair, the color a magnificent shade of noodles from Yuuri’s beloved katsudon! The only visible part that could be attributed to a human was a sharp, distinctly Russian nose, angry red from the cold and his eyes, a unique blend of grey and green. Those eyes were staring Yuuri down, seizing him.

Yuuri gulped audibly.

Celestino’s left eyebrow started lowering.

“If you need a taxi, I can take you wherever you need to go”, the unknown ‘straw’ spoke up, his sharp, rough English cutting the air like a knife.

Yuuri gulped and took a step back, suddenly becoming keenly aware that they were in the middle of nowhere, without their phones, in the dead of night with their passports in their pockets to top it…

And it was snowing almost as much as Phitchit had shed dandruff from his head that one time when he used the wrong shampoo in Detroit!

“We’ll take that offer, young man! Take us to Aerostar Hotel!”

The stranger grinned so wide that one could see it even with all the mummy scarf wrapping.

Yuuri whimpered once more, dreading the ride.

And dreadful it was, as Yuuri was chewed out by Celestino again and again. And the fact that their stranger Russian driver was right THERE, listening to it all was the worst.

“No, I will not do the interview! I don’t want to talk to the cameras or the people! I don’t want to talk to anyone!” huffed the Japanese, slumping in a defeated lump in the backseat, his drunkedness still evident in the slight ‘whoosh’ his hands were making in the air. “You wanted me to have fun, right? Riiiiight! Well I did, it was my way of loosening up! So WHAT?”

“So what!” the coach took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you what! If someone leaks those photos and videos, you are done for! All those years skating and you STILL don’t have a sponsor! There were potential candidates there! Yet you went and ruined it all!”

“What photos? Someone was taking photos?”

A barely audible snort escaped the silent driver. The two in the back ignored him completely.

But the boy kept his eyes trained on the mirror, watching and silently making his own bizarre deductions.

He really should be keeping his eyes on the road though, not to mention BOTH hands on the wheel…

“Yuuri..”

“Ciaociao, pleeeease. I’ll figure something out about the whole sponsorship thing, just..”,he sighed, dejected. “Let me be tomorrow. I really can’t take any reporters, especially after Vicchan..”

His voice broke at the end.

“Let’s just go to the airport! I’ll fly back to Japan, you deal with press!” He sat up with a vigor and gently tapped straw driver’s back. “Please take us to Sheremetyevo, please!”

A hand yanked him back rather sharply.

“Don’t you dare, young man! Straight to the hotel and that’s it!”

“I am NOT doing that interview, Celestino!”

“Oh yes you are! You’re not a Japanese maiden in distress, nor am I chivalrous enough to grant your drunken ass any request! It’s fina-..” His words formed a surprised ‘aaaaaa’ as the engine grunted, screeched like a wet cat and finally came to a stop.“..ah?”

“Wha…whats going on?” demanded the man. Yuuri was looking back and forth, discreetly smelling the air for any kind of weird pre-explosion smoke or something. The grin on his face was a little unnerving though.

The blondie shrugged, turning the key in the ignition a few times in a futile attempt to make it work again.

“Brat!”

“Um…right! We’re gona have to push…” the boy said, already getting out of the car. “It’ll go back up once we give it a little nudge".

The cold air hit Yuuri and he snapped out whatever evil horror trance he had gotten himself into. As he opened the door to get out as well, the blonde snapped it close with a leer. “We need some weight to be inside, you stay, piggy. Mr. Ciaobrows, you come push from the back.”

Yuuri snorted at the nickname, then burst into full blown laughter, not even bothering to smother his guffaws.

Celestino threw his a dirty glare and heavily shuffled out, leaving an almost crying Yuuri inside.

Merrily, they pushed the car in the snow, the Italian old man pushing from the back, the blonde youth pushing right beside the front seat, the door open. Step by step, the vehicle inched forward. Then just as Celestino was starting to feel the burn of muscles in his arms, the blonde hopped into the front seat, with the agility of a tiger, turned the key, bringing the dead engine back to life and the car sped away, leaving the poor coach to scream after them incredulously.

Funny thing was, Yuuri himself was screaming as well.

“Oh shut it!”, yelled the boy, snapping the door shut and turning around to face the Japanese. Yuuri snapped his mouth shut in sheer bewilderment from the death glare (he had to work on it, it looked too cute to be scary) the child was giving him. Yes child.

Somewhere in the process of all this he had unwrapped his scarf. Now it hung low on his neck, exposing his youthful features to the one and only passenger. He was incredibly cute. Women would swoon at his mare glance in the future. Honestly, Russians…

Dimly, Yuuri noted that this he was probably around 17 years old, if not younger. And this child had just kidnapped him.

Cute.

And weird. And scary. And I’m never going to see Kaa-san and Mari nee-chan again!

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Yuuri asked.

“Wh..where are we going?”

“What do you mean where? The airport of course!”

“Ah, of course! Wait who decided that?” He stared at the mirror, trying to be intimidating. Somewhere at the back of his mind he made a note that lighter colored eyes were automatically more intimidating. Right…

“What do you mean who? Yuri, of course!”

Yuuri put a hand to his heart, “I did NOT!”

The teen swung around to face him, one hand still on the wheel.

“Who the hell said anything about YOU, piggy? I said Yuri did, Yuri!”

“Ah…watch the road, please?”

He got an angry huff as a reply.

This kid was precious…like a cinnamon roll.

“So, Yuri who again? Decided, I mean, that we are going to the airport?”

“Plisetsky, remember that! Yuri Plisetsky did!”

“And..who is Yuri Plisetsky?”

“Me!”

“Oh….”

They spend a few more minutes in silence.

“Celestino is alone out there, in the cold, we really should go back. Yuri-cha~n, stop playing around.”

The car came to a halt, making Yuuri collide with the back of the front seat. While he was nursing his nose, the boy fully faced him, nearly hanging off the seat. His expression was a mix between anger, guilt and admiration.

This baffled the skater to silence.

“You wanted to go back to your Japan, right? If we go back now, you’ll have to do that interview! Right?!”

“Yuri-cha-..”

“Stop! Don’t call me Yuri-chan!”

“Yurio then?”

“Wha? NO, no no no!” the blonde reached towards his almost namesake, hands posed as if to strangle him.

“Yurio, he is-..”

“Evil, manipulating, heartless, eyebrow man! The perfect villain! Besides, I actually messaged the taxi center for a car. He will have a ride anyways. What do you say?!”

Yuuri considered it for a minute, finger nearly in his mouth from his thinking pose. Yuri the Smaller raised a perfect eyebrow at the all too familiar gesture a certain playboy had.

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Uuun, Okay!!!”

When the old radio croaked to life, Yuuri was in the front, and the boys were munching on some pirojki and having a nice, pleasant chat about this and that (“how old are you Yurio?” “Don’t call me..- uh whatever! I’m fifteen!” “Fif….teen. Ah. I see. WHO THE HELL LET YOU DRIVE? DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?” “IF YOU YELL, PIGGY, I YELL TOO! And no, of course I don’t! But my grandpa lets me drive for practice! I’m goo~d, right? Right?”).

The old player was ignored mostly, until a certain song popped up.

Yuuri started humming almost on autopilot.

“Taaaam, tam pam, paaam, and the starry sky, spreading above~…”

Yuri glanced at him, eyes wide and staring. The Japanese skated grinned. “I love this song. Actually all the skaters my age and younger adore it.”

“Really”, Yuri inquired in a slightly disbelieving voice. “No one in my class knows it..like no one! But I really like it! My uncle hates it though…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. No one in my course knows it either, besides me and my roommate Phichit! But he’s a skater, so it’s kind of …Yeah.”, he trailed off, tapping his foot to the beat. “None of the older skaters like it though. Chris always ‘stage vomits’ when he hears it and Victor…ah..”

Yuri smiles mischievously and nods. Yuuri taps his foot, Smallish Yuri taps his fingers on the wheel. On an signal none of them even agreed on, they both started.

“I can rule the world, JJ, just follow me, I will break the walls, now look at me”, they sing/scream simultaneously, each pointing to themselves like over washed drama queens. “..also be the blind side of the enemy, this is who I am, just remember me..”

Yuuri sprawls himself on the blonde’s lap like a cat not even thinking that this child was actually driving. Yuri glances at him, face flushed from the adrenaline rush and sheer happiness of being able to sing his favorite song with someone who actually knew the lyrics.

“I’M THE KING JJ, NO ONE DEFEATS ME, THIS IS WHO I AM BABY, just follow me..-”

Yuuri raises his hands up like a conductor, while Yuri fake-longingly stares out of the window, eyes downcast.

“..just follow me off the ground”, they sing softly, then burst in a fit of giggles.

In case you are wondering, no, they didn’t crash on the way, yes, they reached the airport, yes, a certain phone was put to charge and bombarded with missed call messages from a certain coach who seemed to be back in the hotel already, no, Yuuri didn’t return to him, yes, indeed he actually left for Japan, of course not before giving his almost namesake a hug and a promise to sing together again in the dead on night.

Wonderful memories, right?

In case you were also wondering, yes, Yuuri did forget everything after the 9 hour beauty sleep he got on the plane.

Shame…

Well, don’t worry, in a few month those two will see each other once more, when Yuri follows his wayward uncle on his quest of self-discovery ( really, for a man who should be settling down with a family, self-discovery at his age? Pathetic!), love and inspiration to Japan.

More specifically, for a certain piggy who could hit all the highest notes like a pro in his most favourite song of his most hated singer/skater.

Honestly, JJ should go to hell.

But, maybe record a few songs before that…

Omake:

The car was safely parked in the garage and Yuri Plisetski was munching on the remaining potato bun. “Yuuri is interesting.”, he mused out to the wide sky. “It’s a shame he butchered the performance. Though, the choreography sucked so much.. ugh. But, I’m glad i got to see him!”. He chuckled and took another big bite. Yuuri was his idol, that one and only skater he admired. And it was all because he saw that performance, back when Yuuri was 12. His very first one, and, well the only one he won. Since then Little Yuri followed his namesake’s every move. He even has a photo collection in his phone.

With a password, so no one snoops. A certain silverette no one, that is.

“Well Victor sucks. Still don’t get how that idiot didn’t even recognize .. uh, idiot, stupid Victor!”, he ranted, stuffing the rest of the pirojok in his mouth in one go. Yeah his uncle ( in reality he adored him probably as much as Yuuri) was an airhead, the biggest idiot the world could have.

Wiping his slightly greasy hands on his jeans like any teenage brat would, he huffed, rolled his shoulders and went on to undertake new mission - sneaking home unnoticed.

“YURI PLISETSKIY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!”

“Uhh..”

#yurionice #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #yuri plisetski #yurio #yuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #victuuri #yurio and yuri are precious #yuri on ice #fic #prompt

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shwnus · 6 years ago

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Mini Rant - feel free to skip over

This is over the “Mini Tour” happening in California, if you don’t care to hear my opinion (which is perfectly fine lol, I rambled a lot) then feel free to pass by. I just want to put this out there.

Also, feel free to respond to this! Please, I want to hear everyone’s thoughts and have a discussion. Honestly.

I just now found out about this “mini tour” where B.A.P are going to California in November. I was a bit confused, and could understand the anger of fans. Trust me, I feel that anger as well. But on the other hand, I saw another post explaining that we should support them, they’ll all be happy to meet us and finish out their contract with this sort of thing, of course. They’re fucking perfection. Here’s exactly what the post said, so I don’t butcher it or put words in their mouth;

“Not only am I sure that Bbang would approve of them respectfully serving out their contracts without complaint and meeting fans on tour, but also this is the way the boys themselves make the bulk of their money. Out-of-Korea concerts are split 70% BAP, 30% TS. So please support them for this mini tour. Supporting them is still supporting ot6. ♡“

Totally down with, but here’s where my mind is:

I want to purchase tickets and support this and try my best to go. It’s been a dream to see B.A.P, and this is probably gonna be/will be my last chance. Even if it may not be with all of them, it’s a chance to accomplish said dream.

I can agree it’s bullshit that the company is pushing them to do this when there’s a big chance that half of them wouldn’t even be there, and they’re just milking them for all they can get at the last minute. That’s fucked. 100%. I still would want to take the opportunity to see them, however, and try to take full advantage of this. Not because I agree with what the company is doing, but because I care about every single member of this family, and want to be there for them, as I said.

I’m sure none of them will re-sign with the bastards, so this could easily be my only shot to see at least some of them. So I feel like I should go, for that reason. Not to support TS Entertainment, not to give them what they want. But to show love for the boys in person, something I’ve never been able to do, and that thought honestly fucks with me constantly.

Having to sit here and watch all this go down, and not be able to do anything because of distance, is heart breaking. Especially for someone like me who gets very easily attached, and also suffers with mental issues.

Ugh this rant is all over the place, I’m so sorry. Props to you if you actually read this lmao. I just needed to spew this out to someone since I legit have nobody else to discuss this with.

Pleeeease tell me your opinions and viewpoints on this, I would love love love to hear from you <3

#b.a.p #rant #text #random #b.a.p mini tour

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percyjaksonfanfiction · 6 years ago

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A Lilly in a valley of dead grass

A/N: This is a Harry Potter fanfiction as requested by @gracieismydog <3 hope you’ll enjoy this! My requests are always open, for everything! Feel free to message me! Now to the story!

“Oh! Where on Merlin’s beard did I put it!” you murmured as you furiously went through your suitcase, frantically searching for your wand.

You had this bad habit since forever, your mother always complained about it. For some reason you kept misplacing things and you could never find what you needed when you needed it.

“Y/n! Hurry! We’re going to be late! It’s the first Quinditch match of the year, we can’t let those stupid Slytherins win!” your best friend Harley, shouted from the common room. “You know that McGonagal will not hesitate to not let us watch the game if we’re late!”

You knew that was more than true. It didn’t matter to Professor McGonagal wheather you were in Gryffindor or not. She would get mad at you and strike you with a penalty no matter what. Snape on the other hand....

“Y/n!” Harley’s voice sounded even more shriek than usual. You decided that you’d find your wand on a different time and run down the stairs.

“I’m here, God Harley, you’d say someone was murdering you or something.”

“You’re so funny.” she said without a trace of amusment in her face.

“Okay sorry. Let’s go.”

You made it just in time and you managed to get away with just a death glare from Professor McGonagal. That was more than you had hoped for when you were running like crazy trying to get to the field.

Harley tried to play it mad at first but since she saw that you didn’t care, she cut it out. It wasn’t your fault that your wand had gone missing!

“My wand is missing.” you whispered to Harley’s ear.

“You can use mine Y/l/n.” you heard a voice behind you and you turned to look. As always, it was Melbi.

Torrance Melbi. That annoying boy, thinking he’s better than everyone else.

“How did you even get in Gryffindor?” you sighed as you turned to the match in front of you again.

“I’m super brave.” he said and his pears laughed.

“You’re super stupid.” you said under your breath.

“It’s weird isn’t it?” you turned to Harley.

“What’s weird?”

“The choices the Sorting Hat makes. How can an idiot like Torrance Melbi get into Gryffindor, yet Leith got into Slytherin?”

“Leith?”

“Come on, you know Leith. Leith Snape. Snape’s son.”

“Oh. The quiet kid.”

“Yeah. He gets picked on a lot you know.”

“How is Leith our problem again?” Harley, wasn’t in the mood for conversation and you could see it.

“He isn’t our problem. I’m just saying that it’s weird.”

“What’s weird is that you’re so intrested in a Slytherin boy. Especially Snape’s son. For all we know he’ll grow a nose like his father and his hair will be filled with grease.” Harley laughed at her own joke.

“It’s not nice. What you’re saying.” you told her quietly. “The boy may get in serious trouble just for being Snape’s son. And his father doesn’t even try to make him feel safer in the school. Plus his hair are light brown, nothing like his father’s.”

“Do you wanna marry him maybe?” Harley snapped.

“What?”

“Well, if not, just shush, cause I’m trying to watch the game here. Can we do that? Or are you going to cheer for Slytherin now? Considering your new boyfriend?”

You were very annoyed but you didn’t say anything. You just sighed and turned to the game, your thoughts flying to Leith and the fact that you didn’t think he belonged to Slytherin. And - if he did belong there - maybe Slytherin wasn’t so bad after all.

~o~

“Miss Y/l/n” Snape’s voice was bearly audible above your head, so you knew there was danger around. Well, you had seen it coming since you -well- your potion, was fluo pink and not light blue as it should be.

“Ye- yes Professor Snape?”

“Why is your potion this colour? Are you visually impared?”

“N-no,sir.”

“Then, I take it you thought that your mind, can produce a better Potion than my instructions?”

“No Professor, I’m sorry, I-I got destructed around step 7, and then I lost it.” you admited.

Snape raised an eyebrow. “You mean, you know where you did wrong?” he asked a little bit surprised.

“Well, yeah. It’s clear you say just 2 unicorn hair and I accidentally put in 5, when I mixed the step with step 9, when you say 5 ozes of green mush.”

Snape was in awe and he had trouble hiding it. He decided to change the subject, to his advantage quickly.

“And what got you so destructed Miss Y/l/n? What is more important in your life right now, at my class?”

Some Slytherin girls laughed at how red your face was starting to become.

“Um... I... I noticed something and... Well, I noticed that Felicia Nulis and Mason Graves, where bulling Leith Snape, again Professor. And what got me so destructed was the fact that you don’t stop them from doing so.” you said, your voice trembling a bit.

Snape’s expression was hard to read. “Five points from Gryffindor.” he then said and turned to leave.

“So, I get punished but these people harassing another kid get away with it, just because you don’t want to take points out of your own house?” the words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to restrain them.

“Detention Miss Y/l/n. This Saturday. 8 o’ clock.”

Slytherins where laughing but you saw Leith genually sad about all these, lowering his gaze to his feet.

As you stormed off the classroom the minuite the lesson ended, you heard someone calling your name.

“Yes?” you turned furiously to the sound of the voice.

There he was. Leith was standing awkwardly next to the door.

“Um, hi.” he said walking towards you.

“Hi.”

“Thanks for... You know, what you said in class. Although I don’t want you getting in trouble for me.” he murmured.

You laughed. “Well, someone has to do it, I don’t see you talking back.”

He smiled. “Trust me. I tried. A lot. They just don’t get it. Gryffindors, bully me as well. That big kid.”

“Torrance Melbi?”

“That one. Then, Mason came next to me. I thought, good, he’s on my side we’re both in Slytherin. Well, let me tell you. It’s the first time I see an alliance between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin boy and that happened only so they cound... Well, hung me up a tall tree and leave me there, screaming for help.”

“What? What about, you know, your father.” you asked.

Leith gave you a sad smile again. “You know how he is. He tells me to man up, that he had to deal with similar stuff growing up and that if I focus on my studies time will fly.”

“That’s the worst pep talk I’ve ever heard.” you said and you both laughed.

That moment Mason Graves walked out of the classroom with three of his friends by his side.

“Well, well” he said. “Look what we have here... The happy couple of Hogwarts.”

That must have been funnier to them than to you because his friends burst out laughing.

“Go away Graves.” you said.

“Or what Y/l/n?”

“Leave her alone.” Leith said standing in front of you.

“Oh, little Leith is so brave.” a blond boy next to Mason mocked. “You weren’t so brave screaming on top of that tree, if I remember correctly.”

“Please get me down! I’ll tell my dad! I’ll tell Dumbledore!” Mason said in a shriek voice and they all laughed again. Then Mason pulled out his wand.

“You don’t deserve to be a Slytherin.” he said with a cold voice as he pointed his wand at Leith’s chest.

You felt the air leaving your lungs. Being a muggleborn, you weren’t experienced with little hexes and stuff as witches and wizards that heard about them their whole life were.

Leith took a step back.

“Just leave me alone Graves. Why do I bother you so much?” he said in despare.

You then noticed Professor Snape. He stood by the door, not making himself noticable, not saying anything. Your blood started boiling in your veins. Why was he hesitating? Why wasn’t he standing up for his son damn it!

“You know, I always wanted to try this little hex...” you herad Mason say. “It - supposedly - makes your nose disappear. Imagine how funny that would be.”

“And how painfull to bring his nose back!” the blonde boy laughed again.

“P-please just - just--” Leith’s voice faded out.

“Pleeeease pleeeease” Mason mocked laughing. “Let’s see, if this works then.”

You had accepted the fact that Snape wan’t going to do anything about it. He looked paler than usual, and kind of.. lost. Like he was re-living a memmory.

Mason took a deep breath and you took a decision.

The moment he opened his mouth, you pushed Leith to the side, snapped out your want and screamed: “Wingardium Leviosa!” since it was the only spell you’ve come to master so far.

Maybe it was the strength you used but Mason’s wand snapped out of his hand and his body slammed the wall, levitating a bit before falling, face first to the floor.

His friends were shocked and you and Leith burst out laughing. It was your turn to feel good now. Mason struggled to his feet, looking at you with a mix of emotions - fear, confusion and anger. Then Professor Snape emerged from the classroom making the Slytherins run away.

Both you and Leith looked at him waiting for your penalty. To your surprise, he spoke with a -kind of- tender voice.

“Miss Y/l/n/. What you just did? We can.... overlook.”

“Professor I--”

“And about that detention. Let’s reconsider shall we? I expect more of you in class though.”

“Dad I--” Leith begun to say.

“Not now Mr Snape. You and Miss Y/l/n can go now.”

You weren’t planing on sitting around questioning your good luck. All you cpuld thing of was about how you managed to escape detention with Snape, and that Leith was safe.

“Let’s go.” he whispered to you and grabbed your arm. “Now that he’s in a good mood.”

As you saw it, he didn’t need to whisper. Snape wasn’t paying any attention to you. His eyes were focused on something that was no longer there.

As you turned to leave you could swear you heard him murmur: “Take care of her son. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Girls like that.... are Lillies in a valley of dead grass. And I’m glad you’ll have your own. As I once had...”

You turned your head and you saw a single tear escape his eyes before he regained control and desappeared inside the classroom.

You smiled and brushed it off, you were just an 11 year old after all.

Only twelve years later, you understood what he meant, when he gave a toast in yours and Leith’s wedding, finally explaining himself about all these years. Leith’s mother wasn’t happy to hear about this, but you... you understood.

A/N: And there you have it! I did my best! I hope you like it, if not I’m sorry :( Feel free to send me requests I’ll do them as soon as I can!! I love you all thanks for all your support <3 Stay awesome! :D

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Sexy Photoshoot ;-)

yay, i told myself i’d finish this today and here it is, my first ever tyler joseph x male reader (NSFW)

one day you were asked by a friend if you’d do a photoshoot for his classmate. as an aspiring photographer you were no stranger for doing favors, but when he said you’d actually be paid, you were all in. he set you up with a time and place to meet, and you weren’t expecting much. but when you finally met the singer/piano player ‘tyler’ at a chipotle, you were floored. stood before you was this lanky, shy boy in a hoodie with large brown eyes and the most pouty pink lips. he looked innocent, yet his fluffy hair and bedroom eyes screamed sex. you could definitely work with this. if only your mind would stop undressing him and imagining his pretty lips stretched around your cock, you might actually be able to focus and have him as a regular client.

“i rented out this studio downtown for tonight, i think it’ll be perfect” tyler mentioned between sips of his soda. “it’ll be at like 1 am though, i hope that’s ok?”

“it’s not a problem, but why so late?” you asked.

“there weren’t many time slots, and i need these pretty soon. also the late night hours are usually cheaper. plus i like staying up late” he explained.

“i see. do you want to plan out some of the shots in advance or just kind of see what happens” you asked. tyler looked down at his hands as if the answer was there.

“i was sort of hoping that you could...um...direct me” he said, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. you could almost feel the animal side in you about to take over, but you maintained your cool not wanting to creep the guy out.

“of course we could... try a few things” you said, blushing when that sounded more suggestive than you’d intended. ok tone it down you’re going to scare him away. “well here’s my number. text me with the address and i’ll be there.” you casually said, scribbling your number on the back of a receipt. you could feel him eyeing you as you were writing, and he only confirmed it when you looked up and he bashfully broke eye contact. he grinned, taking the receipt and putting it in his hoodie pocket before you both went separate ways.

you were never so excited to receive a text in your life. it was up to you to make him look good and to focus on him the entire time. but with the sexual tension from earlier, you were unsure exactly how it would work out.

11:32 pm: hey, it’s tyler. meet me at 2495 nameoki rd downtown behind the brick building :)

you stared at the text for a few minutes before replying with a “k thanks c u there” and saving his number. you had kind of a plan for how you were going to style him and have him pose, but it’d all depend on what he was comfortable with. time flew by as you got ready, grabbed your camera/tripod and headed out at half past midnight.

when you pulled into the parking lot behind the building you seen a dark figure standing next to the entrance. yep, definitely him. he was still wearing the hoodie, except with his hood pulled up. he seemed intently focused on his cell phone which was lighting up his face. he smiled nervously once he seen you pull up and get out.

“hey” he greeted you, opening the door and leading you inside the building.

“hey. this is pretty cool, i never knew of this place” you said, looking around at the large, mostly empty room with white walls.

“yeah, me neither. in fact this is my first photoshoot ever and i’m glad my classmate knew of someone who’d do this. i’m not confident in getting my picture taken” tyler admitted.

“really? well maybe i can change that, you know. bring out your inner model” you teased. he laughed, which seemed to break some of the tension.

“yeah right, model” he rolled his eyes at just the idea. wow, this kid really doesn’t see that he’s fucking gorgeous?

“what do you mean?” you asked more seriously.

“well, i’m not much to look at. which is ok, because i do music and…” he began before you cut him off.

“wait wait wait...not much to look at? you really have no idea that you are actually hot, do you.” you knew it was a little bold, but it was a knee-jerk reaction to the atrocity he just spoke.

“y-you think i’m...hot?” he asked, barely above a whisper. he was already standing next to you, watching as you set up the tripod. you could tell your little confession changed things for him, and it gave you confidence that he didn’t freak out.

“certainly” you answered, standing up and smiling at how he lit up at the compliment. he was going to be lots of fun. you put your hands on his shoulders, massaging them to get him to relax while thinking.

“lose the hoodie” you demanded, voice low and husky. his eyes widened, but long, slender fingers immediately flew to his zipper. finally you could see a bit more of what you were working with, and you were definitely pleased. he shrugged his hoodie off, letting it fall to the floor. you started taking an interest in how obedient he was, and how he was gazing at you innocently just awaiting more orders. you smirked, realizing how you may be able to pull out his kinky side with just a little bit of manipulation.

“alright, good. very good...” you praised, looking him up and down and shamelessly checking out his body. you purposefully did it for a little too long, asserting your dominance until he was shifting impatiently. you stepped forward, closing the little bit of gap and stroking his soft cheek, noting how he closed his eyes and swallowed. your knuckles trailed down his throat to his adam’s apple.

“you have a very hot body. and a very stunning face.” you spoke gently but authoritatively. he nodded slightly, eyes flicking back to yours. they looked hazy and unsure, but he still leaned forward to press his lips to yours ever so softly. you were pleasantly surprised by his initiative, cupping the nape of his neck and granting his tongue access. his lips were warm and plump, and you could taste some kind of minty sweetness on his tongue. a string of spit connected your lips to his when you pulled back and looked at his flushed face. he licked his lips, breaking the string and snapping you out of your thoughts.

“okay, as bad as i want to destroy you right now, i better take these photos before i do that.” you said, still panting lightly.

“what would you like me to do?” tyler asked sweetly.

“i’d like you to take your clothes off. but for now i guess...stand in front of that backdrop.” you instructed.

“o..okay” he said, stumbling back towards the backdrop. he naturally put his hands in his pockets and stared at you with these glossy eyes, desperation giving him this mysterious edge. you figured this would come across perfectly in a photoshoot, considering his style.

“good, just like that” you encouraged, and right away you started snapping photos. they were simple, but just the fact that they were him automatically made them more interesting.

“but i’m not really doing anything” he said, shrugging and shifting on his feet, then running his hand through his hair nervously. you smiled as you continued taking photos.

“you are, though. you’re being yourself!” you said in a dorky way to make him laugh.

“oh my god, that’s so lame!” he yelled, laughing.

“alright, now you have to give me something sexy. your best pose” you said mischievously. he gave you a playful glare, pulling up the hem of his shirt to show some skin while biting his bottom lip. you had to admit, the gesture and his ‘fuck me’ look was enough to cause your dick to jump in your pants.

“such a little tease. should i spank you for that?” you asked, adjusting yourself and trying to be subtle.

“maybe” he answered, pulling his shirt higher to expose his hard nipple. he blatantly grabbed his dick, smirking and knowing that you were still snapping photos. you could see the perfect outline of his hardon the way he was grabbing it. oh that’s it, you thought.

within minutes you had him bent over your lap with his pants and underwear down around his knees. a naughty boy like that deserved a good spanking.

“yes, pleeeease oh fuck…” tyler moaned, rolling his hips as you palmed the smooth, round curve of his ass. you slowly built anticipation before landing a generous smack, grabbing the right cheek roughly. his hips jolted forward as he let out a harsh cry, making you think you might’ve done it too hard.

“is that okay, baby boy?” you asked out of concern.

“mhmm, more” he mumbled.

“ooh, my little slut wants more now, does he?” you teased, watching the red develop on his ass. you rubbed over it soothingly, running your other hand up his arched back before slapping two more times. “you want people seeing those slutty photos of you, baby? or do you want them to be just for me?” you asked, sucking your middle finger.

“just...ahh, just for you” tyler moaned as you slid the wet finger around his hole before slowly inserting it. you felt him tighten around your finger as you wiggled it, coaxing him to relax. you were both hard from the teasing, your cock pressed into his stomach and his naked cock leaking on your outer thigh. you pulled your cock out of its confines with your free hand and as you expected, he just had to look down and take a peak for himself.

“well, what do you think? it’s not gonna suck itself.” you said playfully, causing him to smirk. he scooted down a little and wrapped his hand around your cock, leaning over to take your tip in his mouth. he teased around your glans with his tongue, finally wrapping his lips around you firmly. you placed your hand on the back of his head, pushing a little.

“fuck that’s a good boy. your mouth feels so good, lovely” you moaned, out of breath as he took your cock further down his throat. he was a damn professional, moaning and sucking like his life depended on it. you groaned loudly, hand pressing harder on his head without realizing it. it stayed there down his throat too long and caused him to gag, catching your attention.

“shit, i’m sorry, baby. here, let’s get that shirt off.” you said, allowing him to come up for air.

“it’s ok, i like it” he muttered, eyes watered and red. his lips looked so shiny and slick you could’ve nutted from the sight alone. you pulled his shirt up over his head and while you were at it you took yours off too. then you guided him to lay on his back, straddling his hips. part of you knew it was wrong to hook up with a perfect stranger that you were supposed to be taking photos of, but when you seen him gazing up at you with those big brown eyes while clumsily kicking off his pants, you couldn’t say no. he didn’t feel like a stranger to you anyway. you guided his legs apart once he was naked, lining yourself up to his hole and pressing in. he was a tight fit at first, but as he relaxed, you could tell he wasn’t new to anal penetration. whether he fucked often or used toys, you didn’t care. you watched in amazement as his mouth fell open and eyes rolled back from taking your cock.

“fuck, y/n, your cock feels so good” he sighed, nails delicately scratching your shoulders at the full feeling. his praise encouraged you to start slowly rocking your hips, hitting his spot over and over and causing him to tense around you like a vice. you knew it wouldn’t be long for either of you.

“you like it when i fuck you like this, tyler?” you asked, wanting to hear more of his sexy voice. your thrusts were involuntarily speeding up, but you kept it shallow to hold off just a bit longer. you wanted it to last, because part of you wasn’t sure if this would be the last time.

“ugh god yes, harder please” he begged, squirming. he tilted his face up to yours and parted his lips, asking for a kiss. he was irresistible. you connected your lips to his, once again exploring his delicious mouth. his legs wrapped around your back tightly to hold you in deep.

“wanna cum, princess?” you asked, sitting up on your knees and hooking your arms around his legs. he whimpered, either from the nickname or the angle change, you weren’t sure. but when he nodded enthusiastically, you took that as your cue to really lay into him. he was the one to cum first, quickly stroking himself and finishing on his chest. he wasn’t even through his orgasm when you released inside him, causing him to shiver at the warm sensation and adding to his pleasure. you gently set down his legs, pulling your now flaccid dick out of him and smirking when he softly whined.

“so was i any good?” you asked, already able to tell it was from the state he was in. you grabbed your shirt nearby, cleaning him up. you didn’t mind the thought of leaving with his cum on your shirt.

“y/n, i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked like that before” tyler admitted, still looking quite dazed and exhausted. he put his hand up to his head, wiping the sweat from his brow and you laughed. you went to put on your shirt, but he grabbed it from your hand and pushed you down on your back. you were surprised by his sudden dominance, landing on your back with an oof, but allowed him to crawl on top of you and kiss you anyway. you both made out like that for a bit until tyler got cold and needed to put clothes on. “so i’ll just text you when i need more pics?”

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