#way longer than this was supposed to be buut oh well

[127rkives]

uhhhh idk if anyone has discussed this before but... miguel likes to eat pussy from the back!!!

like idk, every once in a while, his brain goes brrrr and something short circuits. idk chalk it up to stress but it's more like some feral, animalistic urge. he can’t really explain it. it’s almost as if someone flips a switch, his mind goes blank except for the thought of needing to be with you, under you, in you. he has to stop whatever he’s doing and go find you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

and as soon as he makes it home to find you relaxed on the couch, he's flipping you over, contorting you face down ass up, and he’s nuzzling into your clothed pussy like a dog in fucking heat. when he’s finally spent just enough time shrouded in the scent of you, he's yanking your shorts off. he’s been at this for approximately 2 minutes but there's already a wet patch in the center of your panties. that sight makes his pupils dilate before going in for the kill. his claws come out to rip your panties to shreds right before he straight up nose dives into your pussy, and granted you can feel him, the action still catches you off guard enough for you to emit a loud gasp. it’s just too much too fast. “mig- ohhh!~”

“mmm... mmmf” miguel gets so much satisfaction from tasting you that he releases moans of his own. they would be bouncing around the room and intermingling with yours except right now he can't bring himself to pry his tongue from the slick walls of your cunt. 

“oh my gosh- miguel!”

hearing you raise your voice in alarm while saying his name is enough to make miguel pause for a second. you take the moment of reprieve to look over your shoulder— huffing and puffing— only to be stunned by miguel’s animalistic look. his curls are messily hanging near his eyes which are dark, yet spacey as if he’s on another planet. his lips are parted just enough to show a peek of his fangs as he breathes heavily through his mouth after suffocating himself with your pussy, and a gleaming mixture of his spit and your slick is smothered over half of his face and all the way down to his collarbone.

“m- miggy could you just give me a few seconds?” you ask. miguel tilts his head to the side and scoffs. a curt “no” is all you get before miguel locks his arms around your thighs to drag you back to his watering mouth. you don’t have claws like miguel but if you did the couch cushions would definitely be in shreds from the way you’re gripping them. 

the wet slurps of miguel’s tongue lapping at your cunt are soon paired with two of his thick fingers easily slipping in thanks to your arousal. he scissors them for a moment before adding a third. the speed he uses to pump them in and out and the feeling of his slightly calloused fingers against your gummy walls leaves you floating in the clouds. you’re brought crashing back down, however, when a deep groan from miguel sends sparks up your spine. soon enough you feel pressure building at the bottom of your stomach, only it doesn’t feel like it usually does. in a fit of panic you try to drag yourself out of miguel’s grip.

“ohhh my go- miggy!” it’s all you can do to let out little slurred calls of his name, but it doesn’t matter. miguel’s not stopping until he’s satisfied. your escape attempts are useless, but the wiggling is enough to piss him off.

“querida. don’t move so much. be good.” but you can’t be still. the tingly feeling in your tummy is growing and all you can do let out breathy moans as you thrash around in ecstacy.

“ahh- i can- can’t help it!”

all of your moving loosened miguel’s grip too much for his liking. in less than a second, he's yanking you back towards his mouth and hoisting your hips just high enough to wrap his lips around your cute little clit. 

one hard suck is all it takes before you’re squealing at the top of your lungs. a scream of “miguel!~” is the only thing leaving your lips while your vision goes white and your breathing stops for a second. miguel is unrelenting behind you, switching to messily swiping his thumb across your clit and shoving his tongue back into your pulsating cunt in an attempt to catch every last drop squirting in to his mouth. 

even when your arms give out beneath you and you faceplant into the couch miguel is still lapping at your outer lips like he’s been saved after being stranded in the desert for a year.

and like that, it’s like the switch in his brain flips again. he smooths his hands up and down your trembling thighs and scatters kisses in a path up your back to the nape of your neck. “you okay, cariño?” a weak “mhm” is all you can muster up as you turn your head to flash miguel a floaty smirk. he smiles and chuckles, recognizing the foggy look in your eyes. covered in a sheen of sweat and high off the feeling of him is just one of the times miguel thinks you look the most beautiful.

after ghosting his hands across your skin and giving you a few minutes to calm down, miguel goes to gently move you to his lap. he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling all of you. with the little strength you have, you wiggle around in his lap attempting to get comfortable but something is in the way- 

“ohh~” miguel’s breath is hot on your neck as he groans into it. his fangs graze your skin, his hands grasp onto your hips for dear life and oh...

someone flipped the damn switch again...

[thebuttsmcgee]

ALRIGHT so I finished the rest of tgamm's S2 eps so far and to both test out this read more trick that I haven't learned how to use even after all these years and for everyone's convenience, my long thoughts will be in the read more.

My abridged thoughts, are that the eps were p good! Very solid batch all around and I'm sure the later eps will be just as fun, maybe even more! 👍!

Aaaaas for the longer thoughts, well they're not that longer tbh.

I was a bit. Hm. Not disappointed but more, surprised? I guess, that they focused a lot more on the main cast rather than some side character and their story but that's not a bad thing, I just find that some of my fav eps from S1 tended to do that tho! And thankfully, the writing like usual managed to be good enough that I didn't really think that much about it, while watching it.

Anyways, Scratch's backstory that was literally shown for less than a minute. OOOH. OHHH THAT WAS GOOD. LEGIT WAS SO GOOD. It perfectly captured that touching emotion that S1 had looooots of moments with. Also worth noting is that the soda was founded (I think?) in 1909, so Scratch probs isn't that old. Ooh man I hope the theories from way back about how his sailor themed memorabilia is actually for a purpose!

Oh yea, Scratch as chairman. Neat. Hm. Not bad, but hm. Just kinda neat I guess imo of course. Eh ya know what, now that I think about it, the show has been handling it rather well, its not an instant problem solver and it hasnt gotten in the way so far, yea its p neat. He spent the first half of the ep just being like "enjoy yourr afterliiiife [:○)" just to drift to "GET OUTTA MY HOUSE" and that was funny.

Oh yea and as always, the backgrounds were colorfully delightful, the voice acting was top knotch, the animation and different storyboard artists' styles were great and the music remains baller. Reaaaally hope it gets more appreciation this time around!

I FORGOT LOL Scratch's ass being plot relevant is fantastic. Like. Wow.

Sharon's episode was great!!!!!! I love the real emotion of unsure fear, uncertainty, but being able to overcome it due to support from loved one. GGGRHH THIS SHOW AND THE FAMILY WRITING WOO. They always nail it. Seriously I hope that this ep gets more recognition among fans.

Andrea's ep was also fun! Really stuck to their idea of her just being a bit misguided, not really mean hearted. I also love that they chose to talk about how convenient enterprises can unfortunately take over independent businesses and that it's up to the people to choose those independent businesses, not the corporate world.

Libby's ep was p fun! Very nice that she's getting more attention, and that they had an ep based on her love of her family library.

Molly overworked herself, again, but at least by the end she got to have fun 👍

Darryl's was p okay, definitely better than his last one, but I kinda feel like maybe Darryl also could have learned something? Buut then again he's just a kid and his parents accepting him for who he is, is a wonderful message so it all evens out :^).

As for the Chens, they're okay! I like June, autism blast has been deployed and that's rad. Ollie is okay, DEFINITELY overhated like geez he's literally just some guy. Granted, I'm not sure how this whole ghost hunter thing is gunna turn out tho. Considering that Scratch IS family, it makes for a neat obstacle I suppose.

And as for the thing that's been the main talk of recent, The Ship.

Reuben and Pete.

Gotta say it's p good, good on Pete.

Oh yea and molly and ollie is okay? I guess. Not really bad, not all that interesting imo tbh but it's really harmless. It clicks in a bit too much for my taste. Like Molly has been shown to be a bit too optimistic for people, then some guy shows up and is almost exactly like her. Ehhhh, again, not bad but some people DEFINITELY need to calm down, after all the show is mainly centered around the family and love between them, not romance. Just not my cup of milk ya know?

The actual in characters in the show, in their real life shipping them tho, was, hm. Don't. Don't quite know how to feel about that.

Pete and Reuben tho. C'mon.

Oh yea, new antagonist on the way too ig, he's voiced by Jeff Bennett so good for him!

Iiiii guess that's about it! Overall, p good batch! Hopefully the rest will be either just as good, or even better!

And lastly but certainly not least,

a dope hat makes any design look better 10/10

[chrissypoox2]

R U N A W A Y 🖤 Chapter 2

Pairing: Bangchan x Female reader

Genre: Fluff 

Word Count: 1,088 

a/n: So ive deiced to turn this into a 4 chapter series buut i actually odnt know how im gonna end iy anyways enjoy. (This chapter might seem weird because im switching up the plot a bit, from what the orginal is supposed to be) 

TW: Alcoholism

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You wake up in the morning feeling next to you. Chan had already left for work, and even though he said this weekend was his weekend off he still left to go to the studio. He was a determined person when it came to getting things done. Which was no surprise. You get out of bed and head to the washroom to ready yourself for the long day ahead. You're still thinking about the little runaway date and want to make sure everything is perfect for when the date is official. 

Sometime next week should be good. He is on holiday break all week so the date could last longer than just one day. 

You got on your computer and worked on the date for almost 4 hours before you finished the draft plan from the date. Looking up venues and restaurants and budgeting with whatever you got from your job was a tedious task. Your phone rings and when you look it's Chan. You pick up your phone and answer.

"Hey babe, what are you up to right now." Chan started conversations where he was all sweet and then ended up asking you to bring things to the studio for him. He is sweet regardless but he does go the extra mile to butter you up.

"Nothing much just playing games. Why? Do you need me to bring you something?" You knew Chan forgot something why else would he call you?

"Haha no I didn't forget anything I genuinely just wanted to check up on you"

Awwwee how sweet, but there has to be a catch this 

"Oh okay, well I'm fine. How are things at the studio?"

"The studio?" Chan sounded a bit confused by your remark.

"Yeah isn't that where you went? That's why you left early this morning? I assumed you were just at the studio working on music?"

"No actually the others and I are in Busan right now for a promotional, I just wanted to call to also tell you I won't be back home till tomorrow morning. So you don't have to worry about dinner tonight just make sure you eat and sleep well k?"

MORE TIME TO PLAN WITHOUT BEING INTERRUPTED HELL YEAH 

"Oooh okay, don't worry about me I'll be okay."

"Alright call me if you need anything. love you" 

"Will do, I love you too. Bye." You hang up the phone and get up to eat something, at the pace you working at you could get this done by the afternoon and pick up a couple of quick and easy commissions to do for some extra change. 

You continue your day as normal after finishing the date and also setting the budget. You're on your way to a babysitting commission, but it's on the part of the town that you are not familiar with. You look down at your phone and continue to follow the route. You look up with it saying that you've arrived and the house looks sketchy, but you're getting $75 for watching the kids for only 2hrs, it was a good deal and one that you couldn't easily pass up on. You knock on the door and some old guy who recks of alcohol opens. 

"y/n?" the man looks at you squinting his eyes and chugging down a beer. 

"Yes! Hello Sir, I'm here to babysit-" The man rolls his eyes and interrupts.

"Yeah, I know, come inside please." You walk in hesitantly and the man continues to give you instructions.

"I'll be out for 2 hours the kids are sleeping but when they get up there is food in the fridge in containers with their names on it. Our dog is in the backyard and isn't allowed in the house. He leaves a weird smell. If you need anything my number is on the fridge door. If my wife gets home don't leave her here with the kids. She needs her sleep after a long day of work. Also here.." the man hands you half of the payment while standing there. 

"Here is the first half, I'll give you the rest when I get back. Have fun." and with that, the man left. You didn't wanna assume where he might've been off to, but when you continued into the house it was messy and he was so worried about the dog leaving a smell, the house smelled bad already. You wanted to go the extra mile even if they didn't tip you for it and clean up the house just a bit. 

-TIME SKIP- 

an hour had passed by and you got the smell out of the carpet, the dishes were clean, and you lit a couple of candles you found and organized the bookshelves and the Cds. The kids' toys were all neatly packed away. You even did some yardwork too just for the heck of it. Then the door opened and you had assumed it was the wife. You walked to the door to greet whoever came but you were met with a strange man. 

"Hey you, do you know where the owner of the house went? Tall dude, black hair that's up the ear length, he has a mole on his right cheek?" You weren't sure what to say, so you didn't say anything, you just nodded no. The man looked disappointed but left after standing there for a couple of seconds he left. As soon as he left you went and locked the door, and with that, you locked all other points of entry. 

They better give me more than $75

The wife came home and the kids woke up, you played some games with them to keep them occupied and cooked some popcorn so they could enjoy their movie. It made you wonder what married life would be like with Chan. It would be wonderful for sure.

The father came home and gave you the money with a $50 tip for cleaning and handling the strange man and told you not to worry about it when you brought it up. The next commission was also babysitting but it was in a completely other part of town. 

-TIME SKIP- 

It was about 9 pm when you finished your commissions. You did a total of 5 commissions and were able to make $700, which would be more than enough for your trip on top of what you're already putting in. 

You finally get home and you are so exhausted that you fall asleep as soon as you touch the couch. 

TO BE CONTINUED

[dreaming-while--awake]

Fate loves me Pt.2

Summary - Grim Reaper! Yoongi x reader, highschool!au, you’ve always been surrounded by bad luck. You would constantly find yourself in terribly embarrassing situations. But when one girl takes your humiliation too far, a very attractive upperclassman might just save your life.

Pairing: Grim reaper!Yoongi X reader

Genre: Angst, fluffish, highschool!au, supernatural!au, fate!au

WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, intense bullying, swearing.

Word count: 1,616

PART 1

The rest of your day passes smoothly, with nobody even sparing you a look, and suddenly you’re on your way home, to rest off your stress and agitation. Yoongi will occasionally look at you, sometimes even with a soft look on his face. You’ve realized he’s always quiet, even when he’s around the boys.

Speaking of the boys, they’re coming over tonight to hang out with Namjoon. You decide to stay in your room, even though Jungkook will probably try to get you to come out, as you seem to be someone he enjoys talking to, since you share a love for video games, namely, overwatch. As you walk around your room softly, you think about what Yoongi said to you earlier.

“Why are you so quiet?” He looked at you, and grinned slightly.

“I don’t know. Is there something you want to talk about? Your next class is really far.” You shrug.

“How did you meet Namjoon? You seem to be really close to him.” You turn right with him flanking your left, shooting yet another angry look to a passerby.

“We met in a cafe close to your house, actually. He knocked my papers out of my hands, and then he managed to do it twice, so I figured we needed to know each other. Fate loves me. And maybe, fate loves you too, we’ll just have to see.”

Just like that, he was gone, and he didn’t bring it up again later, when he walked you to Namjoon’s car. You couldn’t help but try to dissect his statement. Fate loves me. And maybe, fate loves you too, we’ll just have to see. Huffing in confusion, you flop onto your bed and cuddle your squishiest pillow. Boys are so odd, why are they so peculiar?

Within moments, the doorbell rings, and Namjoon answers. You hear the six distinct voices reverberating throughout your house.

“Hey! Where’s Y/n?” Jungkook inquires, most likely with a childish pout adorning his lips.

“She’s resting, it’s best to let her be. I have something I need to talk to you all about, anyway, so it’s for the best that she isn’t here.” Silence is met to your ears at his statement. What? What could they need to talk about, that you shouldn’t hear? You decide stupidly to stay awake for their visit, to try and hear whatever they have to talk about. You try to rest your ear on the door, but you can’t hear anything, so you open your door as quietly as possible. Down the hall, in Namjoon’s room, you can hear them talking.

“What’s with you, Yoongi? You never seem so interested in humans.” Seokjin is speaking to him, softly enough that you can barely hear. Humans? Are they NOT human? A sigh grabs your attention.

“She’s different. I don’t know, I’ve always been drawn to her like-” Yoongi begins with a deep breath.

“That’s still my sister, Yoongi, word choice is key.” Ah, Namjoon, always being your personal spokesperson, even at times when you didn’t really ask for him to be.

“I heard this story, the other day, Namjoon.” Hoseok speaks up over the boys.

“What about?”

“About humans. You know how we became, what we are. The reason we have to carry out our duties.” Silence. This topic must be difficult for them. What are they talking about though? “They say, that before we were reincarnated, we all had someone we were supposed to meet, someone who would have saved us from our- demises. But, since we prematurely took our lives against fate’s plan, we are doomed to meet them and watch them in agony, but never be able to make it stop, until we leave.” A stale tension rises in the air as they sit there in the news.

“So, I might have been fated to meet her in my original life?” Yoongi breathes out again.

“I think so, Yoongi. That’s why you’re so attracted to her. She was supposed to save you, but you never let her.”

“So that’s why, That’s why I can’t help but laugh at all her jokes, why she’s so addicting to be around?”

“That’s right. I did some research, and it checks out. I would recommend you try to distance yourself from her, even though it will hurt you. She will constantly get bullied until she becomes like you if you stay around, and this life isn’t good for Y/n. We all know that.” You get up, and walk away from the door silently. What you just heard, you don’t understand. You shake your shoulders and head to the kitchen to grab yourself your favorite snack, cookies. You love to bake, and cook, because Joon very much cannot. Namjoon cooking always ends with the kitchen looking like a bomb went off, paired with explicatives, and once, he even set fire to the food. You pitied that side of Namjoon, the only thing besides piano you were better than him at.

Namjoon’s door opens, and boys flood down the hallway, passing the kitchen. All except Jungkook, who waltzes into the kitchen behind you.

“Hey kookie, look!” You hand him one of your snacks.

“Very original.”

“A cookie, for kookie!” He looks away, unamused, and shoves the cookie into his mouth.

“I don’t think that’s very funny, Y/n.” His blush and spaced out look bring you to a giggle.

“Oh, come on! You have to admit, it was pretty good, right?” He smirks, buut tries to act cool still.

“Not funny.” His small smirk is a full on grin as he turns away and walks toward the door.

“I’ve gotta go, stay funny, Y/n!” You nod and smile to him as he takes a last look at you before walking back out to join the boys. Nibbling on your cookies, you scroll through your phone. In your messages is an image, received when you were talking to Jungkook. It’s of you, taken as you are now, a cookie in your mouth. You gasp and drop everything in your hands, rushing to the living room with your phone.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s stalking us.”

“You cannot be serious.” Namjoon casually strides to you, taking your phone from your shaking hands, and looks at it.

“Where was it even taken?” Namjoon pales.

“The window. Someone was watching through the kitchen window. Drop all the blinds. Now. Boys, we’ll go look around the house, make sure we’re safe. Y/n, do not come out of this house, yeah?” You nod and scramble to close any peek of the outside your house has. All blinds shut, you sit anxiously awaiting the boys to return. After ten agonizing minutes, Yoongi enters the house and takes a seat far from you.

“The boys are finishing up looking, but in the meantime, there’s something I would like to tell you something.” You nod and look to him expectantly, twiddling your thumbs. “I am not, human. I’m not a monster, before you jump to conclusions. I, and the boys as well, am a grim reaper, a creature commonly thought of as one person. There are many of us. We help guide souls to their final judgements in a lifetime. Then, the souls either get sent back to earth, or they go to heaven, and if they don’t, they go to eternal damnation. This is the human equivalent of hell. I know it’s a lot to take in, and I will answer all of your questions.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him shaking slightly, like he’s nervous about your reaction to the new information.

“How did you become this way?”

“As you may believe, fate controls everything around us. Fate, however, is not concrete. One could potentially make a rash decision and throw fate off. Those who manage to really throw her off, meet her wrath. When someone commits suicide far before they have completed their life’s purpose, they are sent to a different form of damnation, where they live a life of reaping souls. That is how I was created to this form.” You take a shaky breath, and nod.

“All of you? All 7? Even Joon?” He smiles sadly.

“Yes. We all work together to send souls to where they belong.”

“And where will I go?”

“I could only imagine you going to heaven, or being reincarnated. You aren’t even close to being evil.”

At this point, the boys start filing through the doorway with solemn looks on their faces.

“Yoongi, this is no longer safe.” Jungkook looks to you with upset eyes.

“What?” You look to them all for answers.

“Y/n. If I hadn’t have killed myself, your soul was supposed to save mine. In our past lives. I never got to meet you, and you never got to fulfill your purpose because of my selfishness, so you were reincarnated. The other side to the curse on me is that if I found you, you would constantly suffer until your death. The only way for you to be happy is for me to leave.” Your hands grip your knees and tears blur your vision. You can’t really explain why, but you can feel your soul screaming in agony, you can feel your head bursting with pain, your heart shattering.

“No, no, no, what’s happening, help me!” You cry out in broken sobs and you grasp for anything to comfort you, meeting Namjoon’s soft arms, as your vision blurs to blackness.

“It’s okay, Y/n, it’ll all be okay.” Jungkook whispers into your hair.

“Don’t let him go, please.” I reach for the fading image of your brother.

“Okay, okay, rest please.”

And then you’re gone.

[somewheretoputmydirt]

I know nothing about cyberpunk, I'm not a fan I just saw some of RTgame playing it and the chair made horny brain go 👀 so

V slid into the chair easily, leaning back into the familiar device as he mentally prepared to have his augments tapped into. Victor, he supposed he was like his doctor, placed himself down on the stool next to the chair, tapping away at a few things to prepare the process with a confident smile and movements that showed he'd done this a million times before.

"Jacking in" he warned before he expertly yet gently pulled the jack over and into the port to his brain. After a short bit of dizziness V's vision switched to a veiw of all the augments to his body and those he could change and update. He chuckled to himself at a passing throught and selected some augments for his arms.

"What's so funny?" Victor asked, his voice making V jump a little as he couldn't see him for the screen over his vision.

"Nothing" V tried to shrug but felt he couldn't as the feeling and movement in his arms had been shut off so the changes could be made. He blinked away the screen to look at Vic and see what was happening. "Just thinking about how weird it is that you just plug into my brain and see everything, do anything with some wires and a chair. I do so much crazy shit normally but right now I'm litterally helpless, look, I can't even move my fingers." V looked down at his hands, seeing round arches with little arms around his wrists, poking and prodding and changing things as he made an effort to move his fingers regardless. Victor snorted as he reached over and pressed down a finger for him, emphasising not only V's helplessness but how much more control he held. "Well it's not just the chair and some wires, it's the computer." Vic reached over and Patted the computer like an old friend. "This being plugged directly into your brain can do anything. I can pause the procedure like this" with a tap the little arms paused, leaving V with still paralysed arms "and I can turn on, off, up any feeling anywhere you have in your body. It only works when you're plugged in though, I can't turn off your pain forever which is something I've been asked before." V looked at him unbelieving before they shared a laugh

"So wait, any feeling up or down? What do you mean by that? Like emotion?" V probed, now curious and taking any excuse to talk to Victor. He'd become quite interested in the man and his work recently and since he was one of the few people he trusted no matter what he'd become quite invested in his friend. Victor seemed happy to answer at least "Well that too, though that's more complex, what I meant was the amount you feel, the sensitivity in a way. Take....your leg for example." He gestured to V's left leg, the one closest to him "if I do this-" a few taps on Vics keyboard and V's whole leg went almost numb "it turns the feeling down" and he rubbed his hand over his thy to demonstraight and V pushed down the thought of how intimate that would be if he could feel it. "Buut If I do this" with a few more taps the feeling in his leg came back tenfold and V found himself a little uncomfortable in his own pants for how intense the feeling of the fabric was around his legs "it turns the feeling up, see?" And like before he rubbed his hand along V's thy.

Except this time his hand drifted a little more inward, the intensity of the feeling was practically maxed out and V could only jolt and let out an embaressing sound that was almost a moan out as the feeling shot though his body and into his crotch like electricity. Victor quickly moved his hand away and up in a defensive position however his eyes watched carefully to V for his reaction.

V panted a little and forced his gaze to the ceiling. He was incredibly embaressed at his reaction, Vic was his friend, he shouldn't go moaning at just being touched! He guessed the intensity being raised made it not really his fault but it didn't help much that his mind could now only think about how hot and helpless he was, how Victor could basically control him and his reactions with a few button presses and how that really turned him on. Against his better judgement he breathed out a "shit.." but kept his gaze to the ceiling. Victor seemed to take this as a good sign and lowered his hands again.

"Intense, right? You doing okay there?" V only nodded in response, still not wanting to look directly at him for fear that Vic would see his hornyness and be weirded out. Unfortunately for him Victor, ever the doctor, moved over and gently put his hand on the back of his neck "Hey, you alright?" And moved V's face down to look at him. The gesture and the look of concern make V want to melt into his hands and he must have shown that on his face from the shift on Vic's from concern to confidence and knowing. V knew in that moment from the way his stomach flipped with warmth that he was fucked.

"Oh I see, got you a lil hot and bothered hu? Well not that I intended to but I have to admit, the look on your face is good on you, maybe you should keep it for a bit" Victor smirked and moved a hand back down his his leg, ever so lightly brushing his hand over the fabric of the inside of his leg, from the kee up ever so slowly, making V gasp and shiver as the same feelings, only slightly toned down, shook up his body. His eyes rolled back into his head and he was sure he would clench his fists if he could but as it stood his arms basically held him where he was, locked in place as to not disturb the still instruments that were supposed to be working on them. "Thats the one, man V I've seen you broken in my chair so many times and but this broken is deffinatly my favorite, I practically wanna break you myself~" the doctor purred, tracing but a finger up his leg so close to his crotch

"Fuuck! Keep talking and teasing like that and you just might-!" V gasped, he'd reason as a warning but internally he knew it was practically encouragement. He was close to begging to be broken, it had only taken a few button presses and some touches and he was writing for his friend to play with him on that very chair.

Victor seemed to get the message and pullednhis hand away, giving V a brief break.

"Perhaps, but I think you could bennifit from a few more things turning up to break you a little faster" before V could process what he meant his other leg lit up with sensitivity, followed by his dick and sourounding area. His dick was already straining against his pants at that point and now it was doubly sensitive the feeling of entrapment and almost friction was practically torture.

"Oh FUck-" V exclaimed brokenly, Victor only chuckling in response.

"Shit V, you look like I could touch you once and you'd be cumming everywhere!" V was ashamed that he let out a whine in response but Victor seemed to love it, catching V's eyes with hunger, like a predator completely in control and playing with his food, ready to pounce any second "we really need to talk about doing this again in the future, if you're okay with it of course." V nodded vigorously, he didn't think he'd been more into anything in his life and the possessive purr of "good boy" made him buck a little in his seat.

Seeming to have a little pitty on him Vic finally moved round to the front of v, placing a knee in between the space between his legs, not touching, just to lean closer and get a good position to touch V with both hands "now, if you want me to stop or slow down use the traffic light system, you know that one right?" Another nod "good, now just relax, and we'll see how quickly I can have you shaking~"

Apparently it took about a minute, Victor had started the gentle touches again at first but then it escalated to dragging the tips of his fingers up and down the insides of his thys which had V desperately moaning and bucking against the feeling, whining and moaning and trying so hard to hold onto the last of his dignity which really didn't last long as his desperation quickly grew to begging

"Please! Please please I can't take much more teasing i-AaaaAAA!!" He yelled as some fingers got so close yet so far to his crotch, practically at the connecting point between them. Victor grinned with that same look of confidence

"Wow V, I'm gonna take the fact you're breaking so easily as a compliment you know. So much and I havent even touched your skin, imagine if I was.." V did imagine and despite the fact he wasn't being touched at that second he whined and bucked again to the amusement of the other man "holy shit! You're practically adorable like this! Desperate and squirming, man I almost want to take pitty on you. Almost" V whined again, this time feeling himself start to tear up and jolting again as the fingers returned, this time a bit more aggressively, making him squirm and yell for more and less, making no words, only sound. Victors composure flickered for a moment, he looked like he wanted to dive in, bite and claim V like an animal, but he regained it in seconds, deeming this teasing more satisfying than instinctual wants and reappearing the action again. Once again V begged and this time Vicotshands drifted underneath his legs and all the way to the backed of his knees, making V's voice shift up a pitch in his yells to once he didn't know he could reach. "Now this makes me want to fuck you, I could bend you over right now and keep teasing you as I fuck you, breaking you even more. But not yet. I dont think you can handle that yet. In fact..." Victor moved his hands back onto the top of V's legs and slowly up once again "I really don't think you could handle much more of this. I think with juuust a little bit of..." one finger grazed over to V's dick and the slight touch drove him so wild he bucked into it and could only gasp, unable to make any other sound "...encouragement it won't take much longer before..." in his most wicked move yet Vic moved his head all the way down and kicked over the fabric over V's dick, almost pushing him over the edge right then and there. Victor managed to pull V's zipper down and get the head in his mouth and that was all in took for V to break. It felt like something had snapped in his head and instead of just rupturing though just his dick his orgasm shook his entire body, he screamed and his sensitive legs shook and spazmed, locking around vicotrs head at one moment, before letting go because the feeling was so much and trying to escape him while running through him at the same time. He couldn't feel anything around him, only pleasure and heat and Victor and for what felt like forever it just kept going.

Finally V slowly managed to process things again, he felt Victor move away, he felt the intensity die down to normal levels, he felt himself being zipped back up, all the while he just laid there and panted in a daze. He had his eyes closed and head tilted back, body feeling too exhausted to even try and open them.

"Wanna take a nap?" Victor offered and V only nodded wearily "okay, I'll get you a drink and a blanket yeah, just don't fall asleep before then." V tried to mumble 'no promises' I'm response but he was pretty sure it was unintelligible. Victor chuckled and sounded like he was moving to leave, only to stop, pause, and then move over to V again, pressing a gentle kiss into his forehead and squeezing his shoulder.

"Good job V. Rest well okay?".

After victor left V had a few moments of pause before he heard a different voice from Vic's somewhere else in the room

"Well, I was gonna say I wish I hadn't been here for that but actually I could stand to watch that again. He was right about the look on your face, you look like a cute little slut when you do that-"

V groaned and wished he could turn Johnny off as easily as his arms.

[anime-matchmaker-blog]

The Worst Birthday Present

I have a hc that Kuroo has asthma and this came from it. I have a longer fic about it that I’m trying to write buut it might not see the light, so sorry for making you suffer on your birthday, Kuroo~~

Last year, Kuroo had the misfortune of having his birthday during a training camp. This year was no different, although now that he was a captain and had respect from the other teams, he was able to have a party during dinner, including a cake that his coaches bought. He was given birthday wishes from the first and second-years, the captains and vice-captains handed him small presents, and his team stayed behind to shower him with their love and affection.

“What am I supposed to do with all these?” Kuroo frowned at the pile of presents on the table behind them. Majority of them were stationary items, a few combs and brushes, and two volleyballs. He could probably stuff a few in Kenma���s bag without him realizing it.

“Kuroo-san, if you don’t want any of those pens, I can take them!” Lev flinched when Yaku kicked him.

“Idiot, those aren’t your presents. Geez.” Yaku shook his head. He and Kai shared a look, remembering how nothing happened last year. The team had a small celebration before bed, but the conditions that followed it had given them anxiety, so no one was too happy.

Bokuto swung an arm around Kuroo. “Don’t forget we’re going for ramen tomorrow! It’s my treat!”

“Yeah, yeah, as it has been since our first year.” Kuroo brushed him off. “Come on, we should go back to the gym and work off the cake. Help me bring the volleyballs to my room, bro?”

The others headed off first while Bokuto and Lev helped carry the presents to their room. Kuroo turned away as he coughed, shaking his head. He would’ve preferred it if his birthday was during the summer – the in-between period from summer to autumn was always hard. Fortunately, he sewed pockets on his shorts so his inhaler would be on him and not forgotten beneath a pile of towels and jackets.

Lev spoke up. “Kuroo-san, what’s the worst present you ever got?”

“The worst? Hm…” his eyes drifted to Bokuto, the spiker pretending he didn’t notice. “Well, last year…”

Coughs shook him, leaving him breathless after every spasm. Individual practice had started and Kuroo was thinking he should end it early. Today had been hard – his team had more penalties this time around and he had to use his inhaler more than twice. He hadn’t had to sit out, fortunately, but if he didn’t rest properly today, he’d pay for it tomorrow.

“Hey, Kuroo!” he looked up, realizing he was in front of the third gym. Bokuto stood at the doorway with his hands on his hips, hair beginning to deflate. “Weren’t we gonna practice together?”

Kuroo hesitated. He hadn’t turned Bokuto down before – well, more like he couldn’t. Someone had to stop his pompous ass from time to time. “Sorry, bro,” he said after a moment. “I’m going to end it early today.”

“Just a few! Please?” Bokuto begged. “It’s not fun spiking without a blocker. You’re the only one who ever practices with me, bro.”

He had a point. Kuroo sighed, knowing Bokuto would just get dejected if he refused. “Fine. It better be just a few, though. Akaashi, please make sure he keeps his word.”

“I’ll do my best.” Akaashi nodded, giving a slight bow to Kuroo when he entered. Bokuto cheered as he began to gather the balls strewn across the court.

Practicing with him gave Kuroo a sense of calm. The familiar pattern of toss, approach, jump, and spike was engrained in Bokuto and all Kuroo had to do was watch him, jump, and shift the block according to his instincts. No words were needed, just the occasional jeer, taunt, or cheer. Sweat stained the floor, balls rolled to various corners of the gym, and the occasional breeze caused them to roll off again. It was easy to lose track of time like this, so no one really knew how long it took for the bin to be emptied.

Bokuto started gathering them for another round. Akaashi wiped sweat from his forehead, eyes trailing toward Kuroo. The second-year had his hands on his knees, chest heaving. His raspy breaths echoed around them. “Kuroo-san, are you all right?” Akaashi asked.

“Yeah. Just…give me a minute.” He was wheezing. He raised his head, face pale with sweat trailing down his chin. Akaashi did his best not to flinch, his voice coming out steady and strong.

“Kuroo-san, please sit down. I’ll guide you to the bench.” Akaashi ducked under the net to approach him, but Kuroo shook his head, taking a step forward a second later. He staggered toward the bench, sinking down heavily. Akaashi kneeled in front of him. “Kuroo-san, please breathe. Do you-“ he paused, realization hitting him. “Where’s your inhaler?”

“Kuroo? Akaashi?” Bokuto approached them, a ball in his hand. His golden eyes were shining, his overjoyed expression dissolving into panic. “What’s wrong? Bro?”

Akaashi turned to face him. “Kuroo-san is having an asthma attack,” he answered calmly. “We need to find his inhaler and tell the coaches-“

“First gym,” Kuroo bit out. He turned away to cough, Bokuto flinching. He dropped the ball and flew toward the doorway,

“I’ll find it!” Bokuto shot down the walkway, speeding by the second gym to reach the first. The rebounding of balls and shouts reached him, growing louder as he approached the entrance. He grabbed the doorframe to stop himself from toppling over,

“Hey!” the Nekoma team jumped when he shouted. Heads turned to face him as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked up, yelling, “Inhaler! I’m looking for Kuroo’s inhaler, anyone’s seen it?”

Yaku lowered his ball with a frown. “I haven’t, no. Kai?” he glanced at his teammate, who was sitting on the bench. Kai quickly searched it, the members nearby helping out. “What happened? Is Kuroo-“

“He’s having an asthma attack,” Bokuto said in a rush, pointing vaguely behind him. “He’s in the third gym when it-“

“Found it!” Yamamoto exclaimed, raising the small object in the air. Yaku plucked it from his hand, wasting no time in rushing out. Behind him, Kai was instructing the first-years to run and look for their coach. Kenma remained frozen in place, the ball in his hands clutched tightly.

Bokuto turned to follow Yaku, the libero already halfway there. He started to slow down as he reached the third gym, entering as quickly but quietly as possible. Akaashi had moved aside and Yaku had taken his place, shaking the inhaler. He held it out for Kuroo, who took it and raised it to his lips. Bokuto looked away when he took a puff.

“Better?” Yaku asked. He let out a breath when Kuroo nodded. “Geez, what if we hadn’t found your inhaler? Good thing it was there and not in the cafeteria or classroom. Things would’ve gotten much worse if it was.”

“Sorry.” Kuroo’s apology was breathless. He started shaking his inhaler again.

“You better not have let your guard down just because it’s your birthday. You of all people should know that life isn’t that nice, especially if you want it to be.”

Birthday? Bokuto had completely forgotten about it. Not only did he spam his friend with birthday wishes over text, but he had been saying it every hour. Oh, man, I really screwed up.

Kai and his team arrived at the gym with their coach in tow. Akaashi nudged Bokuto to step away to give them space, the first-year shooting looks at his senpai.  “Bokuto-san-“

“It’s my fault.” Bokuto’s voice was quiet. “I’m such a bad friend.”

Akaashi was silent for a moment. He watched Kuroo apologize sheepishly to his coach as he was berated and lectured. “I don’t know if that was entirely avoidable. We should be fortunate that the attack wasn’t severe, or he may had needed to go to the hospital. You were quick to run for help, Bokuto-san.”

“Hey, Bo, Akaashi,” Kuroo called out. His team was beginning to leave, Yaku, Kai, and Kenma lingering at the doorway. “Sorry if I scared you. It was stupid of me to leave my inhaler behind. I really appreciate your help.”

“It was not a problem.” Akaashi bowed his head politely. “Please take care of yourself.”

“I will, don’t worry.” Kuroo turned to his friend. “Sorry for cutting practice short, bro. Next time-“

“Kuroo!” Bokuto flung his arms around him. He was sobbing. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to give you an asthma attack! I even knew about it and- and- please hit me! I deserve it!”

Kuroo froze momentarily, bewildered. “What’re you talking about? If you didn’t run and actually get my inhaler, I would’ve gotten worse. Besides, I was the one who said I’d practice with you – I just didn’t stop when I needed to.”

“But, if I knew, I wouldn’t have asked you in the first place…!”

“It’s okay, bro. These things happen sometimes. Don’t worry about it.” Kuroo broke away to cough. He patted his friend’s shoulder once he recovered. “See you tomorrow.”

They watched him head out with his teammates. Bokuto turned to finish gathering the balls before calling it a day himself. Akaashi knew tomorrow was going to be quiet, or maybe just a bit grayer than usual.

“…And every time I bring it up, he always get depressed.” Kuroo swung his arm around Bokuto with a smirk. “It really isn’t a big deal, bro. You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten asthma attacks during matches. Last year’s was nothing.”

“I still made you suffer on your birthday,” Bokuto muttered. “How can you not hate me?”

“Because you’re my friend? I mean, you did way worse things that I could hate you forever for, but you don’t see me holding grudges.” Kuroo stepped away to stretch his arms over his head. At his request, Nekoma and Fukurodani were having a match with their members mixed up just so the two friends could play together for once in their high school lives. “Are we all ready to go?”

Yaku shouted at them from the court. “Hurry up, Lev! We’re going to start!” Lev ran toward his team, Bokuto turning to glance at his friend. Kuroo was shaking his inhaler, taking a puff before placing it on top of his towel.

“All right, let’s get started!”

[leiyahime]

A Distant Song - Summer challenge

When I started this Challenge I wanted it to end today...  If you look at this chapter... the end would be... terrible. So I’ll contunue until I reach the intended end. Have fun with a bit band dynamics and a bit Hotsuma dynamic.

Oh and... let’s see if anyone can detect the tiny easter egg that wanted to be hidden here (not uraboku related)

Chapter 15

  It took a bit over two weeks until Shuusei was well again. And everyone was more than happy that he was back. Hotsuma asked for another day off as soon as Shuusei knew when he was allowed to work again because now he needed a day to relax and come down from babysitting his best friend.

 Shuusei in the mean time was more than happy to being able to work again and being productive. And they had to play concerts. Already planned and the ones they had to cancel so he was busy right away.

 “Hotsuma wants to redecorate the restaurant.” Shuusei said one afternoon a few months later when the band was sitting together just playing for the fun of it. After the concerts they’ve taken it slow so that no one else got sick. And besides having played concerts the previous four nights it was in the middle of summer and the air outside hot and humid. There was not much energy left today.

“Oh... But he has to keep the piano!” Ria insisted. “Or I’ll never go there again!”

 Touko chuckled. Everyone here knew the girl loved Hotsuma and his food way too much to really stay away from him.

 “The piano will stay. But he asks whether we’d be willing to help him. Business goes well at the moment and they earned a bit of money but he wants to ask friends to help nevertheless and not pay anyone for every small task. And Fujita-san wants it to be done quickly so that she doesn’t have to close the restaurant for longer than necessary.”

 “Sounds great. If it fits into our schedule I’m in!” Ria said

 “Hard work with the hands?” Sairi asked. He was only used to his workout routine and not to renovating a restaurant.

 “You don’t have to if you feel too posh for it.” Touko stick her tongue out to him. “I’ll help”

 “I didn’t say I don’t want to. It’s something different. But don’t expect me to be too skilled.” Sairi said.

 “You can take care that everything looks good in the end,” Tsukumo proposed and then turned to Shuusei “Will there be food?” he asked.

 “I guess Hotsuma will make sure you don’t starve,” Shuusei winked. “Then I’m in, too. It sounds fun!”

 “What sounds fun?” Kase asked who had just entered the room. Of course... the fun killer would want a word in this as well.

 “Private matters.” Sairi said coolly.

 “I hope nothing that could endanger your ability to play music.”  Kase said sternly and sat down to talk through the next days with the band. There would be model jobs for Tsukumo and Ria and rehearsals for a new stage play for Touko and Sairi. And what are you planning to do Usui?”

 “Music. What else?” Shuusei asked.

 “You could join Murasame-kun and Otona-san.”

 “Or I could make music. Or don’t you want to release a new single this autumn?”

 “Usui... I guess you could do that while joining your friends.”

 Shuusei sighed and closed his eyes for a second. They had been through this so often.

 “Don’t you think they feel treated unfairly if they go modelling or acting and you sit here having a nice day?”

 “I doubt Shuusei’s slacking off.” Touko protested. “He’s working just as hard.”

 “Then why haven’t I seen a draft for a new song in the last month?”

 Shuusei tried his best not to roll his eyes. “Because you can’t force ideas good enough to be worked with out of a person.” That person managed music groups; he should know how the creative work is done.

 “I guess you should pull yourself together more, Usui. You can’t only do the stuff you like.”

 “Kase-san. Leave him be,” Sairi demanded. “You won’t get a new song if you pressure him. And as long as we are supposed different things we can’t support him in that task. New music doesn’t write itself.”

 “Then you should perhaps think about leaving that part to others. People who know what the people out there want to hear so you can gain more fans? I think that’s something all of you might want, right?”

 “Forget it!” Ria stated very clearly. “We will stay true to our roots of making it by ourselves. I don’t want to play music that can be replaced with everything else on the radio.”

 “What?” Kase asked sternly.

 “Really... Have you once tried to listen to what most of today’s music is? Almost every single group sounds almost the same. Everything is the same happy-go-lucky stuff that everyone can listen to. I want to make a change. I want to sound different, and if it attracts not as many people than it’s like that. It attracts more than enough people to fill large halls. So no, you won’t rob us of our jobs. I’ll decline the model jobs and help Shuu-kun with the new single.”

 “Ria... You don’t have to,” Shuusei protested.

 “I am a musician myself. So, Shuu-kun, my main job is making music and I will do that for the next at least two weeks. I’m not too fond of modelling either.”

 “Then I’ll quit, too.” Tsukumo stated. “We need another phase of group creativity. The labels will find other faces to drape their clothes on.”

 Sairi and Touko looked at each other and nodded.

 “Not you two as well?” Kase almost begged.

 “Yes, they shall cast someone else. We’ll take two weeks off from anything not related to our music. No model jobs, no acting, no interviews, no fan events. Just us five sitting in this room and working on new music!” Sairi explained.

 “You can’t do it. You have contracts to fulfil.”

 “Those contracts are for musicians. And we don’t want our music to suffer. And as Ria had already said, we will not let anyone else make our music.”

 At the end of that discussion Kase had left the room in a very foul mood. But he couldn’t win against five stubborn artists.

 “That...” Shuusei started but was immediately interrupted by Tsukumo:

 “That was not necessary we know, but he can’t force you to anything. And to be honest, I really want to spend some time again with nothing but music. You’re not the only one in this room who lives for it. So don’t you dare to feel bad for us. We all want to make music and sometimes we need to tell our manager clearly.”

 “He’s right.” Touko added. “Kase-san can’t order us around as he wishes. We are not a group of teenage girls. And if he goes to  Takashiro-sama, I don’t care. And also, Shuusei... you are not worth less than us just because you only want to concentrate on our music. We know you’re great in what you do and you are a very important part of our group!” She stood up and went to cuddle Shuusei who closed his eyes and let it happen. It felt good that his friends liked him the way he was. Although he himself got more and more the feeling that all he did was not enough. Even if he ignored Kase’s pressure.

 “Buut if we’re free now for the next two weeks, we can definitely spend a few days helping Hotsu-kun with the restaurant!” Ria said happily. “He just has to tell us when he needs us!”

 “Kase will probably kill us if he finds out!” Tsukumo said thoughtfully.

 “Do you mind?” Touko asked with a raised eyebrow.

 “Nope. I just wanted to say it so that it was said. Let’s call Hotsuma and tell him he can count on us!”

 ~~~

 So during the following week the restaurant closed for three days due to Hotsuma's plans to redecorate it.

 And as they had planned the five Shadow Warriors appeared the first of the three days at 8 o'clock with enough breakfast for everyone. Hotsuma had told Shuusei how many helping hands he expected - Fujita-san had asked her two children and a few friends as well - so that they would be prepared to tackle the task.

 When they arrived everything became a bit chaotic - who expected a not unknown rock band to help after all, but the breakfast quickly calmed everyone down and soon everyone had helped to push all the tables together so that they could eat and get to know each other, and noticed that the stars were also just humans.

 "Soo, now that your stomachs are full, we can plan everything," Fujita-san gathered everyone's attention. "I have asked several guests what they'd think about a redecoration and most of them liked the idea. So we want this place to become more modern. Our menu is now a mix of Japanese and European dishes so we, that's Hotsuma-kun and me, thought we should express that in here as well. So from the outside we'll keep the Japanese facade, but we want this room to get a European touch."

 "Will you wear a dirndl then, Kaa-san?" A man in his late thirties asked who had introduced himself as Fujita Gorou.

 "No, I will not."

 "There will be no dirndls and lederhosen in this restaurant as long as I work here," Hotsuma protested. "You don't expect every Japanese person to wear Ryusou, right?"

 "Wouldn't you rather say Kimono?  Ryusou is just limited to Okinawa and not everyone wears it. And Okinawa is... a bit special."

 "Same is with dirndls and Germany. I've lived in the northern part of the country and many people there look at Bavaria, where the dirndl originates the same way as you do at Okinawa. Only a small part of the Germans wear it and only to special occasions. I've been to Munich once and I've literally seen not a single dirndl in the streets"

 "Oh..."

 "So there is no need to wear anything Bavarian here." Hotsuma closed that topic and, together with Fujita-san explained how he had imagined the room to look like.

 "Okay, then we could perhaps get rid of the piano? It's not used anyway?" a friend of Fujita-san proposed. “It would not fit in here if the room gets painted in brighter colours."

 "The piano stays," Ria said and looked at the woman.

 "I have asked the person who tuned it last time. He would come over to give it in a fitting colour which would not influence the sound. I want it to stay here as well. I think of organizing musical events once or twice a month and when my dear friends over there" – she pointed at the band - "come around they like to use the instrument as well."

 Soon after everyone was appointed with tasks and started to work to give the formerly dim room a light and modern flare.

 Shuusei and Ria painted the walls, the siblings took care of the ceiling Fujita san's children went to organize new tables and chairs and Sairi took Hotsuma and went shopping for new decoration, because he knew better what kind of decoration would suit the European image.

 They went to different stores and Sairi paid for everything they bought.

 "You don't need to pay everything. The restaurant is not so bad off that we can't afford this ourselves!" Hotsuma protested after the third store.

 "I know. You wouldn't redecorate everything if you couldn't afford it. But I'm still better off and I want to pay." Sairi grinned arrogantly. "You do a good job with your restaurant and I want you to survive for many more years."

 "But..."

 "No buts." Sairi ignored Hotsuma’s protests and entered the next store where they looked around.

 "Your English influence needs this!" he pointed at a figure of a waving Queen Elisabeth.

 "I want to attract customers not repel them with terrible kitsch. This is forbidden as much as dirndls!" Hotsuma looked angrily at Sairi until the tall man started to laugh.

 "I was just kidding. That wouldn't fit into it."

 "Asshole..." Hotsuma muttered and felt how Sairi slapped his back in a friendly manner.

 "Sorry. This is my way to show people I like them."

 "Doesn't change the fact that you can be an asshole." Hotsuma grinned at Sairi and both men continued their shopping in a very good mood.