#well hold on to your seats there's gonna be a part 2

[schemmentigfs]

Sweetening The Deal. (part 5.)

Summary: after the exchange on the dressing room, you try to test Melissa’s worst limits, but of course things don’t go as planned.

tags: @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota @greencurlyhair @dopenightmaretyphoon @schmentisgf @pitstopsapphic

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

The tension in the parking lot of the Liberty Plaza Philadelphia mall was nearly suffocating to the point where it left you breathless, gasping for air.

As you stood there, your pulse racing under Melissa Schemmenti’s predatory gaze, a mix of both excitement and nervousness filled your chest. You were trying to maintain the confident, almost bratty persona you had adopted since the arrangement began to shield and protect yourself from any consequences, but it felt like it was unraveling with each passing second. The weight of the shopping bag in your hand suddenly felt much heavier, like a secret you weren’t sure you were ready to keep.

The redhead stood before you, her body still as steady as a rock, and you could see the glimmer in her green eyes. It was a challenge, an invitation to see how long you would hold onto this new persona you had tried on. Her smirk widened as she observed your hesitation, and you could almost feel her enjoying the subtle power she held over the situation.

“What’s it gonna be, babygirl?” she quips, a dangerous lilt in it that sends a shiver down your spine. “You gonna stand there like un idiota all day, or are you gonna stop pretending and answer me like big smart girls do?”

You quickly scrambled to regain some sense of control. The flood of emotions in your chest was overwhelming, and instead of addressing it, you did what you always did when you were out of your depth. Reacting in the worst way possible; testing everyone who messed with you to their worst limits.

And Melissa Schemmenti would be no different. It doesn’t matter if she is being your sugar mommy and giving the financial support or a chance to get out of your miserable life, the fact that sometimes you were treated almost like a plaything was too much.

“Cat got your tongue again or are we playing shy?”

With a quick jerk of your wrist, you pulled away from her grasp, giving her a coy grin. “I’m fine, Schemmenti. Now get off me.”

The tone of your voice was thick with something that was half-uncertain and half-defiant. Without giving her a chance to respond, you hopped into the passenger seat of the sleek black car with exaggerated nonchalance, slamming the door behind you shut a little harder than necessary. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared straight ahead, pretending like the whole situation didn’t affect you.

Although, it was affecting you in the worst way possible.

Melissa didn’t immediately follow you. Instead, she stood there for a beat, staring at you with an almost innocent genuine curiosity. You could feel the heat of her eyes on you, and for a moment, you thought she might say something, but instead, she just got into the driver’s seat with a calm, measured air. The silence between you was clear, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was more like the calm before a storm, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this game would go on before you were forced to break.

But you weren’t going to break. You couldn’t. Not yet.

“Think you’re funny, right? Well, I’ll show you what happens when you disrespect someone who you are meant to obey,” the older woman promises quietly to herself. Not even daring to look at you. Yet. In fact, Melissa was dying to see if she could destroy you at her penthouse.

You stared out the window, trying to keep your breathing steady as you wrestled with the whirling thoughts in your mind. The bag with the purple lingerie sat between you on the seat, a constant reminder of the secret between you two, a reminder of the power shift that had started earlier. Melissa’s teasing words, her quiet commands, were still ringing in your ears, and the thought of wearing the lingerie, of being under her control in that way, made your skin flush with heat.

The drive to her home felt like it took an eternity, every minute stretching longer than the last. When the car finally pulled into the garage of the penthouse, you didn’t even wait for her to open the door. You threw the bag over your shoulder and stormed inside, your steps fast, though you knew Melissa wasn’t far behind. The sound of her footsteps echoed in your ears, and despite the bravado you tried to put on, a knot of anticipation twisted in your stomach.

Inside, you dropped the bag on the white couch without a care in the world and made a beeline for the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You felt a strange rebellion and longing bubble up in your chest as you sank into the armchair by the window, grabbing your copy of The Price of Salt from the bedside table— one of the only books you bought from your now old crappy apartment complex. You cracked it open, pretending to lose yourself in the story, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the fire you knew was in Melissa’s olive eyes.

But it didn’t take long before you heard her footsteps approaching. She was never one to let things go, never one to let you wallow in your own little stupid act for too long. There was a pause outside the wooden door, a silent moment that stretched, before she spoke, her raspy voice really low but dripping with intent.

“Done with this stupid bullshit? I want to see you, honey,” she huffed, her tone nothing short of commanding. “Now.”

No response came from you.

You could hear the heat in her voice, the fire, and it made your heart race. You still didn’t answer, keeping your eyes fixed on the book in your lap, even though you had no idea what the words said anymore. Melissa Schemmenti’s presence was overwhelming, and you could already feel her annoyed gaze burning into you through the door.

“Don’t make me ask again,” the Italian woman growled, her words laced with a mixture of frustration and something else—something darker, more possessive. A shiver ran down your spine. You hadn’t expected her to come at you so hard, but you should’ve known better. Melissa didn’t wait. She always got what she wanted.

Still nothing.

You stayed silent, gripping the book tighter, trying to ignore the sudden heat that pooled between your legs. But it wasn’t enough to hide the anticipation you felt at the idea of her seeing you in the purple lingerie. The thought alone made your breath catch in your throat.

Finally, the door of your temporary spare bedroom opened with a soft creak. You didn’t even bother to look up from the book, but the moment Melissa quickly stepped inside, you could feel the change in the air. It was different now—charged, intense. She was close, you could feel her presence at your back, just standing there, waiting for you to make the first move.

You just hummed, a lazy hand on your chin trying to look like you didn’t give a fuck about her. She watches you in silence for a moment, her gaze intense, and then she closes the door with a quiet click, leaning against it as her sharp eyes sweep over you.

“So?” Melissa says firmly, annoyed and unyielding. “You’re just going to sit your ass here and read instead of wearing what I bought you?”

You move to face her and look up, swallowing hard. Her tone is challenging, almost daring you to keep playing this game, but something in her gaze tells you she’s nearing the end of her patience.

“Where are your good manners, kid? Answer me. You little piece of shit.”

Again. She referred to you using a fuckin’ nasty title.

You give a shrug, hoping to keep up the act. “I like this book,” you mutter, sinking further into the armchair, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “And I don’t want to be interrupted right now. Can you please show up another hour?”

Melissa tilts her head, her full lips curling into a smirk. Despite the feeling she has of wanting to throw you against the wall to teach you manners, she only takes a deep breath. “You know,” she says, pushing off the door and moving towards you, “I don’t mind the brat attitude. But we both know you’re dying to wear that lingerie for me.”

She kneels down beside you, her manicured hand resting on the arm of the chair, her face close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek.

“Tell me.”

“Don’t,” you sigh. “Don’t put words into my mouth.”

The redhead studies you for a moment, her gaze unrelenting. “Why don’t you just admit it, sweetheart?” Her voice is softer now, coaxing. Trying to convince you in the sweetest way possible. “You want to be the one I spoil. You want to feel wanted, seen… I can see it in your pretty eyes.”

You feel yourself squirm under her gaze, the weight of her words stirring something deep inside you. But instead of responding, you turn your attention back to the book, pretending to read as if her presence isn’t setting your entire body alight.

That was the last straw.

Without saying a word, Melissa lets out a low groan, seeing through your attempt to brush her off. She reached over and tugged the book from your hands, tossing it aside like it was nothing. You still didn’t look at her, though you could feel her staring at you, eyes boring into your skin. Her act made your mouth drop open in disbelief as you whipped your head up to glare at her.

“Schemmenti, what the hell is this?! Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”

She smirked, her wicked expression unapologetic. “Oh, now you’re paying attention. Mommy already told you, doll, I don’t like being ignored.”

You tried to respond, but the intensity of her gaze—so confident, so knowing—left you speechless.

Instead, you bite your lip, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach as her gaze holds you captive. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours, and gestures to the bag she bought from the living room with a slight nod of her head.

“Go on,” she says softly. “Put it on for me, babydoll.”

Your cheeks flush as you stare up at her, feeling the pull of her words, the irresistible command in her tone. She’s challenging you, daring you to step out of your comfort zone, to let yourself be vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. And as much as you want to keep up the act, to play it cool, you can feel yourself caving under her intense presence.

With a shaky breath, you stand up, taking the bag with you and retreating to the bathroom. Your heart is pounding as you slip out of your clothes, unfolding the delicate purple lace, feeling its softness between your fingertips. The thought of her olive eyes on you, her hands on you—her mouth on you makes your skin tingle, every nerve ending coming alive with anticipation.

When you finally gather the courage to step out of the luxurious bathroom, you find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze immediately locking onto you as you enter the room. Her eyes darken as she takes you in, her expression shifting to something almost predatory like a wild animal.

“Come to Mommy,” she says, her voice soft but filled with authority. “Be a nice pet.”

You walk toward her, each step bringing you closer to the edge of a cliff you’re not sure you’re ready to dive off of. But as you stand before her, she reaches out, her hands resting on your gorgeous hips, pulling you close until you’re standing between her legs.

The older woman looks up at you, her face filled with pride and admiration, her strong hands running up your sides, tracing the curves of the lingerie, making you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. “You look stunning,” she murmurs with genuine awe. “Even better than I imagined.”

Your breath catches as her hands continue to explore, her touch both gentle and possessive. Melissa pulls you down onto her lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

“I knew you’d look perfect in this,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “Do you know how much I want you right now?”

Her words make you shiver, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips. She smiles at that, her thumb brushing over your lower lip before she leans in, capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that leaves you breathless. Before you can even process the moment, she pulls back, her hands gripping your hips with a new intensity. Without warning, she swiftly pushes you onto the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets as she hovers above you, her eyes dark with desire.

Her chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and you can feel the heat radiating off her. “Stay right there,” she commands, her voice low and commanding, yet tender in its own way. You lay there, heart pounding, the anticipation building as she hovers over you, her body a perfect blend of control and affection.

The redhead’s lips trailed down your stomach, soft and slow, leaving a hot trail of kisses in their wake. Each touch of her wet mouth made your body tremble, a wave of heat rolling through you with every caress. You could feel her breath, warm and steady, against your skin, and it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

“God, you’re perfect,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands roamed over your body, her fingertips grazing your sides as she took her time, savoring every inch of you. When she reached the waistband of your panties, her fingers lingered, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation coil tighter and tighter inside you.

Then, without warning, she sucked at your tummy, just above the line of your purple underwear. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure through you, and you gasped, your hands instinctively grasping at the sheets beneath you. The feeling of her lips on your skin, the way her mouth moved against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan.

But then, something shifted. Melissa pulled away abruptly, her body stiffening. Her gaze flickered down to your lacy underwear, and the moment she saw the giant wet spot there, her expression changed, hardening with something you couldn’t quite place.

Her pupils darkened with lust, but also something else—something that felt almost like a challenge. She stared at the spot for a long moment, her breath coming faster now, before she let out a low curse.

“Well, well,” she said, her tone thick with arousal, but edged with something else, something dangerous. “Look at you. You’re already soaked as fuck. And I haven’t even touched you like I want to yet.”

You stopped, caught in the intensity of her gaze, feeling the wetness between your legs become even more noticeable, your body betraying you in ways you hadn’t fully processed until now. Melissa’s eyes flickered back up to yours, and the look she gave you was one of pure, unfiltered desire.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she asked with an edge of authority that made your breath hitch. “Tell me, baby... what’s going on inside that head of yours?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The weight of the moment, the fire in her eyes, had you frozen in place, unsure of what to say. You stared back at her, caught between wanting to speak and the overwhelming flood of emotion and need she stirred in you.

Melissa didn’t wait for you to answer, though. Her hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, and without breaking eye contact, she tugged them down slowly, her fingers brushing over your skin with deliberate slowness. The tension between you two was palpable, and you could feel the urgency building, the need to be touched, to be consumed by her.

When the panties were fully off, she threw them aside carelessly, her hands now sliding over your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Her lips returned to your skin, this time moving with an almost possessive energy, as though she was claiming you, marking you as hers.

You let out a shaky breath, unable to look away as she kissed her way lower, her hands parting your shaky legs just enough to let her settle between them. There was no hesitation now, only the heat of her mouth moving down, down, until she was at the apex of your thighs.

And then, just as you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, she paused. Her breath hot against you, her eyes flickering up to yours with that same fire. “You ready for Mommy, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice rough and low.

You nodded, your body aching for her touch, but still, Melissa waited. She let the silence hang between you, knowing just how much it was driving you wild. Finally, she leaned in, kissing the soft skin of your inner thigh, right near where you needed her most. The moment was electric, charged with tension, but before she could go any further, she pulled away again, looking down at your body with a satisfied grin.

“Melissa?!” you protested.

“Do you see what you’re doing to me?” she scoffs, picking up your discarded panties from where they lay crumpled beside her. Her fingers curled around the damp fabric with a deliberate slowness, her movements unhurried, as if savoring every second. She held them up, the wet patch glistening faintly under the soft light, and her lips curved into a smirk.

You supported yourself in your elbows, gasping realizing what she was about to do. Melissa brought the fabric closer to her face. Her eyes flicked up to yours, watching you closely, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal on your face. You swallowed hard, your body frozen under the weight of her attention, and when she finally closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, your breath caught in your throat.

“Goddamn,” she muttered, as her lips parted slightly. Her eyes remained closed, and she looked almost lost in the sensation, like she was savoring something sinful and exquisite. “You smell... so good. So fucking good.”

Your cheeks burned, your body tingling as her words washed over you. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing—Melissa Schemmenti, the confident, composed woman you secretly and strangely adored, utterly undone by a piece of your underwear.

She opened her eyes slowly, the hunger in them making your heart pound. Then, without breaking eye contact, she licked the damp fabric, her pink tongue sliding over the spot that carried the evidence of your desire. The motion was slow and deliberate, her expression one of pure satisfaction as she let out a low whimper.

“Jesus,” the redhead murmured, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she savored the taste. "You taste even better than I imagined."

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, your body trembling under the intensity of her gaze. She tossed the panties aside carelessly, leaning over you once more, her hands braced on either side of your hips. Her face was inches from yours now, her breath warm against your lips.

“You’re mine,” she growled.

Before you could say something else, Melissa’s lips crashed against yours again, and the fire she’d stoked between you finally ignited into an inferno. Her kiss was full of hunger and need, stealing the breath from your lungs. Her hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as she devoured you with an intensity that left you trembling. Her tongue brushed against yours, and the taste of her, mixed with the faint saltiness of your own arousal from her earlier tease, made your head spin.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your swollen lips. “You have no idea what you’ve started tonight,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh. “There’s no turning back now.”

That hung heavy in the air, a promise and a warning all at once. Your pulse raced as you stared into her eyes, which burned with a fire you’d never seen before. This was a side of Melissa that you hadn’t fully understood until now—powerful, commanding, and completely unrelenting.

And as her lips trailed back down your body, stopping just above the apex of your thighs, you realized she was right. Whatever line had been crossed between you tonight, it was far behind you now, and there was no going back to the way things were before. Not when you wanted her this much. Not when you were hers, completely.

It hit you like a tidal wave—you’d sold your soul to her. You hadn’t realized it at first, back when this arrangement had seemed simple. Back when it felt like you were just playing a role, dipping your toes into something thrilling and temporary.

But it wasn’t temporary anymore. It had never been.

From the moment you agreed to this dynamic, every look, every touch, every indulgent gesture from her had pulled you deeper. The woman didn’t just spoil you with gifts and attention; she consumed you. She’d made you hers in ways you hadn’t fully understood until now. The luxury, the power she exuded, the way she looked at you like she owned every inch of you—it was all a part of something bigger. Something you couldn’t escape from even if you wanted to.

And right now, with her mouth teasing your body, the reality of it settled over you like a weight you couldn’t shake. You weren’t just playing a role. You weren’t just letting her take the lead for fun or indulging in her dominance out of curiosity. You’d given yourself to her, willingly, piece by piece.

There was no turning back. Not anymore.

Speaking of her, Melissa pulled back just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your mound as she smirked. “You’re quiet, hon. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Your breath hitched, your voice catching in your throat as the truth clawed its way forward. She wasn’t just your sugar mommy now. She was everything. And now, she had you—completely, undeniably, irrevocably.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, but Melissa’s knowing expression told you she already knew. She always did.

[droaxa]

✧ tags: yandere cheater x reader, angst, yandere, nsfw content

✧ warnings: obsessive yandere behavior, stalking, nsfw content, cheating, angst, creep behavior, jealousy, grabbing, sexual acts

✧ a/n: you guys wanted both the yan royalty and yan cheater so imma do both ‼️ i’ll post the royalty one later cause you guys are in for a treat

not proofread but enjoy! (ty for the love on the last post as well <3)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

cheater bf who sleeps with your friends behind your back. it’s not like you were anything special anyway, he just tolerated you so he could get closer to some real women

cheater bf who makes you beg for the bare minimum: giving you his jacket, holding your hand during a scary movie, etc etc but does all those things for your friends with a charming smile

cheater bf who says you’re overreacting after he holds your friends hand during a scary movie instead of yours

“hey don’t be selfish, poor girl looked like she was gonna cry. what kinda friend are you?”

you miss the way his fingers trailed up her thighs halfway through the movie when you squeeze your eyes shut. terrified of the unfolding movie scene as your bf comforts another girl

cheater bf who has fucked your roommate in your dorm room bed. oh you’re asking why they look sweaty and tired? they were trying to move your bed cause she dropped something behind it ofc.

cheater bf who finally gets caught a year into your relationship after you walk in on him mid-thrust into your ‘friend’ after they both excused themselves to the bathroom during your hangout.

cheater bf who zips up his pants and runs after a sobbing you to explain but stops half way, what was there to explain anyway? you would be heartbroken yes, but he had got what he wanted didn’t he? ignoring the dull tug on his heart he returns to his dorm

ex bf who throws himself on his bed while thinking about you. finally he picks up the lingering sent of you on his bed and various items that belong to your littered across the room. little gifts to him and cards wishing him happiness. maybe you’d become more intertwined in his life than he thought

ex bf that drops your stuff at your new dorm in a cardboard box, unluckily for you, you open it at the same time and are left staring at each other. like a cat you quickly dart out, grab the box, and retreat after locking the door can’t you just look at him once?

ex bf who feels empty after your breakup, he misses your cooking, your nagging for him to take care of himself, your smiles. fuck. what was the point of being free to fuck whoever he wanted if all he could imagine was you?

ex bf who stalks your socials, irritated that you removed him from your posts and blocked him on everything. and one day when he’s on his burner stalking you, a new story pops up. it’s innocent enough, a picture of you at dinner with a small caption “dinner out”, but then he notices the masculine hand on the table across from you wearing a watch not quite made for a woman.

his blood is boiling. you’re his. his girl.

yandere cheater who scours his room for anything that reminds him of you, finally finding a shirt in the back of his closet that he didn’t find earlier. suffocating his face with the soft fabric, moaning as he sniffed the garment

yandere cheater who hurriedly ruts into his hand as he hold the fabric up to his nose, cock leaking as he fucks his hand to your scent. he cums hard, harder than he had with any of your bimbo ‘friends’

yandere cheater who finally realized what he was missing: you. he caves in and incessantly messages and calls you, showing up at your door to win back your love.

yandere cheater who grows tired, he’s always been impatient. he knows what he did was wrong, especially to an angel like you but everyone deserves a second chance right? after all you were his soulmate

yandere cheater who shows up at a cafe you’re at and sits across from you like nothing is wrong. when you get up to leave, he forces you back into the seat. whispering in your ear to not make a scene. pulling out his phone he reveals intimate pictures of you from your relationship.

“it would be a darn shame if anyone saw these hm? your poor mom would be so disappointed that her dear daughter was just passing these around”

your eyes widen and you beg him to delete them, you’ll do anything!

“just come back to me and all these will be gone”

he grins, to wide to be kind. he wouldn’t send them out anyway. your body was his alone to see. but fuck did it have a effect on you, your big eyes fill with caution.

“please there must be-“ he cuts you off.

“there’s no other way than back to me sweets”

once you shakily get up, he throws his arm over your shoulder, keeping you pinned to his side as you both leave the coffee shop. your hot coffee long forgotten on the table as the chilly air hits your faces. your body further fills with despair as you pass the ally next to the shop, spotting the date you were going to meet. face bloodied and body limp against the red brick.

your ex was always far stronger than you, far stronger than anyone else you had met too. his dedication to martial arts was one of the things that had drawn you to him. but now, his vice grip on you as he guides you to his car isn’t to prove his strength to protect you. it’s to intimidate you into giving in to him

and if you didn’t, there would be consequences.

[lightseoul]

cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining (if you squint), a lot of cussing (typical of bkg), reader has an ex-boyfriend, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, some violence (nothing major)

words. 3.3k (this kind of got away from me)

masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

You don’t know how you got here, really.

Actually, you do. And you’re slowly regretting every decision that has led you to this moment by the minute.

But alas—here you are, watching Bakugou (or rather, his expensive ass sports car) pull over in front of your apartment.

And you’re about to say screw it and go back inside and just text him you don’t feel too well as if you weren’t just at the front door a second ago when your boss finally steps out of the driver’s seat.

Now you’ve seen Bakugou dressed up on numerous occasions. Never as his date or companion—hell, no—but you’ve witnessed him dressed up to the 9’s enough to reach the point of not getting affected at the sight of him in a suit and his hair pushed back.

But you can’t help the sudden tightness in your throat when you do see him.

He walks up to the porch and stops a few feet away from you and almost immediately, he gives you a once-over. Despite yourself, you look down at your heeled feet, suddenly feeling overly self-conscious. Or maybe it’s also to stop yourself from staring at him because damn.

And you hate yourself for it.

It’s his voice, though, that pulls you out of your hazy stupor. “Are you hopping in are we just gonna stand here all night?”

You internally roll your eyes as you follow him to his car, feet already starting to hurt even though you literally just put the heels on a few minutes ago. You’re about to open the door to the backseat when Bakugou stops you with one hand and opens the door to the passenger side with the other.

You look up at him in question, although you quickly look away, unable to keep eye contact any longer, and shuffle in. “You really don’t have to do—that—” he shuts the door, “okay.”

He rounds the hood of his car and settles on his seat soon after. As he brings the engine to life and tinkers with the Bluetooth, you take the opportunity to take in the interior of his car. Needless to say, it is immaculate—this being the first time you’ve ever been here as you’ve always declined any offer from him to drive you home.

Why is that?

You’d chalk it up to feeling uncomfortable about your boss giving you a lift, especially as the HR head, but deep inside you know it’s more because being in a small space with him (alone, especially) makes you just a tad bit crazy.

Just a bit.

Since when has this been a thing?

Shrugging off the rather unsettling thought, you intentionally bring your mind to other things, like how nice the car smells—or how your hair and makeup ended up exceeding your expectations. You’re in the middle of appreciating how smooth Bakugou’s driving is when it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Hold up—” you turn to him in horror, “you’re not seeing anyone, are you?”

At that, Bakugou’s face contorts in what you think is offense before it morphs into a snark expression, like he’s about to retort with a playful quip but decides against it last minute.

“No.”

Before you can stop yourself, you slump against your seat, relieved. You can’t believe you forgot to ask about this crucial piece of information prior to agreeing to this ruse.

A foreign kind of curiosity—the type that you haven’t felt in a while—suddenly takes seed and blooms in you, particularly about Bakugou and his romantic life. But you quickly tamp it down before you blurt out a wildly inappropriate personal question to your boss.

The second Bakugou puts the car in park, you hurriedly climb out of the passenger seat, not minding how ungraceful you look, desperate to get out of the small bubble you’ve found yourself sharing with your boss for the last hour.

Quickly scanning your surroundings, you find that there aren’t many people in the parking lot—perhaps it’s because of the fact that you’re cutting it close, which was totally not a conscious decision so that you’d spend the least amount of time at the wedding as possible—but as you two walk in silence towards the venue entrance, you start noticing it.

You feel people holding their gazes directed towards the both of you a little longer than normal. You try to shrug it off, but even as you state your name to the kind-looking lady who you believe is assigned to usher guests to their seats, you’re acutely aware that a silence has befallen upon the room and it’s your arrival that has caused it.

And you’d bet good money you saw in your peripheral vision a few do a double-take upon seeing you.

The lady doesn’t even try to hide her shock upon seeing the number two pro-hero. Eyes wide as saucers, she barely stammers out his pro-hero name in what you believe is a…question?

Bakugou, the ever-skilled PR prince that he is, merely gives her a curt and somehow pained nod, as if this exchange is yards beneath him. “That’s me. My name’s probably not on the list, though,” he gestures to you, “I’m just her plus one.”

With that, it’s as if the lady just got reminded that you were standing just right beside him and that you existed.

“Oh, of course!” Her eyes dart toward you and then back at him and suddenly her eyeballs are akin to that of the toy in a pinball machine—darting between the two of you in record speed, the gears in her head turning as if processing what the fuck this lowly guest is doing, showing up with the Dynamight to a wedding.

“Sorry,” she chuckles, probably feeling self-conscious in front of the man, “what was your name again?”

You repeat yourself with the most gracious smile you can muster. You can’t blame the woman for slightly losing her cool in front of the boss. The only reason you’re not stumbling and embarrassing yourself in front of him is because you’ve had practice.

In fact, three years and eight months worth of it.

But that practice practically flies out the window when you feel something brush against your right hand before encasing it entirely.

You look down at the point of sensation and it takes everything in you not to gawk at the sight of Bakugou’s big, firm hand wrapped around yours. You immediately whip your head to look up at him, but the guy isn’t even looking at you. Instead, he seems to be listening intently to what the lady is saying that’s a hundred percent going in one of your ears and out the other.

“…f-follow me—right this way, p-please!”

You stumble behind him as he leads you to where the lady is directing the both of you, hands still interlocked.

“What are you doing?” you hiss-whisper, keeping your voice low enough to make sure she doesn’t hear you panic.

“I’m saving your life, dumbass,” he hisses back.

Saving your life? The man is giving you a damn heart attack. And making you the target of the thousands of news outlets known to man.

“Oh, do tell me how that’s so?”

Although you can’t see his face as he’s practically dragging you forward by your now clammy appendage, you’re 99% sure he’s rolling his eyes. “It’s ‘cause people are fucking staring.”

“So naturally you have to hold my hand?”

He halts to an immediate stop and you almost collide with his backside if not for your marginally quick enough reflexes. He scowls at you over his shoulder and it shocks you to see how red he’s gotten over a reasonable question from your end.

It’s not like you just asked him why he’s number two or something.

“Yes, I do, if we want a shot at making this the slightest bit believable.”

Before you even get the chance to respond (that is, grumble at him like a petulant child because the motherfucker is making sense—like he always is), you get interrupted.

“Is everything alright?”

Both of you quickly face the lady who you find is trying not to let the concern get to her already wobbly smile.

She’s failing.

“Yeah!”

“Yup.”

At that, she nods, although she seems to be suspicious—hesitant, at best. “Well, then—these are your seats. Enjoy the wedding!”

The ceremony couldn’t have been more dragged out if they tried. They probably had a dozen technical difficulties. The flower girls who were literal toddlers refused to walk down the aisle and had to be hauled by their parents to get it done and over with. The officiator was so irritatingly loud that he didn’t even need a microphone from the sheer volume of his booming voice. And you could tell he was going over the time limit because the wedding coordinators at the perimeters of the venue were getting more and more antsy by the minute.

Bakugou, who was seated on your right, was not fairing any better. You lost count of the times his head bobbed toward you as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He’s been sleep-deprived the entire week—you knew that. A notorious villain has recently resurfaced and he and Kirishima were the police’s primary contacts for this case. Suddenly feeling guilty for having inadvertently dragged him to this snoozefest with you, you debated whether or not to tell him he can rest on your shoulder so he can get some rest but immediately decided against it because what the fuck.

Eventually, and miraculously, you get past the ceremony relatively unscathed. Well, as far as unscathed in this situation can get.

You managed to avoid your ex’s sights the entire time. Luckily, you and Bakugou were assigned at a far-away table alongside distant friends and relatives—courtesy of the bride, probably, and really, you couldn’t be more thankful. By the time picture-taking per table rolled around, you conveniently excused yourself to the bathroom and waited it out until you were sure your group’s time was up. When you sheepishly walked back to your table, Bakugou didn’t seem to be too comfortable, probably from having been left alone, but from the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew what you were doing and why you did it. Despite his appearances, he’s perceptive like that.

With only a few, necessary words exchanged between the two of you, and the occasional smiles and affectionate behavior whenever either of you felt prying eyes, you eventually find yourself finally loosening up and relaxing.

In contrast to the past few hours in which you were evidently tense and barely managed to join in on small talk around you, you’re now actually conversing with your table-mates who, thankfully, haven’t asked you how you were related to the bride and groom.

Bakugou probably notices this change in demeanor because you spot him eyeing you with a serious look on his face before cooly looking away as if you didn’t just catch him studying you.

Before you can think much of the expression on his face, the young woman seated across from you who you’ve gotten to know as Kairi says your name, effectively snapping you out of thought.

Right before dousing you with ice water with a supposedly innocent question.

“Sorry—what?”

She chuckles harmlessly, paying no mind to your reaction. “I said, how do you know the bride and the groom?”

Shit.

“I—uh,” against your will, you chance a look at Bakugou who’s already looking at you with a seemingly neutral expression, although you’ve been around him long enough to see the traces of panic adorning his features.

A few more seconds pass by in silence before you decide to just tell the truth.

You laugh, although it comes out a bit stilted. “I’m actually an ex-girlfriend…”

Unsurprisingly, everyone at the table goes quiet at your admission, before they seemingly remember to put up appearances by laughing good-naturedly with you.

“Well, good on you for showing up!” Kairi says, giving you a thumbs up. The rest of the group pack on their agreement and support. She eyes Bakugou with a mischievous grin, “And with precious cargo, too.”

Her friends elbow her in chastisement, and you can’t help the flush that takes over your face at her unabashed flirting. You chance a glance at the man in question, only to find him acting like he couldn’t give a single fuck.

You’re about to pipe up with a genuine compliment in Bakugou’s way, lest they end up thinking you don’t agree that “your man” is fine as fuck (and isn’t this the part where a person is supposed to brag about their partner?) when a silence befalls upon your table again.

Only this time is more awkward than the last.

“What..?”

You follow Kairi’s line of vision and turn to look at the thing behind you that’s caught their attention only to find yourself face-to-face with him.

He exclaims your name—like he’s delighted to see you—before scooping you up and bringing you into his arms.

You collide with his chest with an unceremonious ‘oof’ and despite yourself, you toss Bakugou a look (cry) for help over the guy’s shoulder.

And like the hero that he is, Bakugou stands up smoothly, buttoning his suit all the while.

Clearing his throat, he shoots your ex a stony glare while offering a hand to shake. “Good to meet ‘ya. I’m Bakugou, her boyfriend.”

A whirlwind of emotions dances across the guy’s face before they finally settle into one that causes scalding shame to stir within your gut: utter disbelief.

“My bunny got herself a boyfriend?” You cringe at the sound of your old pet name, and Bakugou’s glare turns even colder at the mention of it. You try to ignore the hurt that’s springing in your chest at your ex’s incredulous tone.

The guy’s eyes dart between the two of you before they finally settle on your boss. “And that person is you?”

As if he couldn’t get higher on the asshole meter, your ex drops his head back as he howls in laughter, as if he just heard the funniest joke ever. You feel your face flame in humiliation, and it’s as if you get possessed for the next few seconds.

Because in the blink of an eye, you find yourself clenching your fist so hard and bringing it up to the asshole’s face, where it collides with his jaw with a loud crack.

Almost instantaneously, you recoil and bring your hand back to yourself because that shit hurt, and fuck, you just punched a guy.

At his wedding.

You don’t know what comes over you because the first thing you do is not apologize to the guy who’s writhing in pain on the floor or look at the people who are most probably already watching the scene. No, the first thing you do is whip to look at Bakugou, who’s now grinning at you.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab your purse with one hand, Bakugou’s hand with the other, and toss your dickhead of an ex a ‘have a great rest of your wedding’ before beelining out of there and straight to the car of the man whose hand you’re holding.

“I—”

“Nope.”

“You—”

“No.”

“Just—”

“Shut the fuck up, Bakugou.”

At your crass words, Bakugou takes his eyes off the road to look at you in amused disbelief (or, at least you think so—you’re only looking at the man through your periphery; you’re too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes right now).

“Woah, there, princess,” you can hear him smirking. “Not sure that’s how you want to talk to your boss.”

“Oh, bullshit,” you fix your gaze to your right, itching to get out of the car. “I thought you were my date tonight. You can’t be both at the same time. That—that just doesn’t sit right with me. You know, as the HR head of your agency?”

The man merely snickers in response, and you’re lulled into a comfortable silence.

Before he decides to speak again.

“‘Have a great rest of your wedding,’” he chuckles to himself as he stops at a red light. “Classic.”

You turn to regard him, having had enough. “Do you mind? I’m kind of having a crisis here.”

At that, he snorts. “Over what? You just had the best payback in history.”

You ignore him, opting to bury your face in your hands instead as you wail, “I punched a guy at his wedding.”

“Damn straight, you did.”

You gape at him like he just grew horns. “I’m sorry, were you not there? In case you forgot, Mr. Dynamight, you were technically my date. You’re guilty by association.”

Just as he is about to respond, the traffic light quickly turns to yellow then green, and you take it as an opportunity to keep rambling.

“And practically everyone there knows you. Shit, Mikuri-san is going to kill me.”

“Tadashi Mikuri? From PR?”

“Yes,” you seethe, although you know Bakugou has done nothing wrong to be at the receiving end of your shame-induced anger. You groan, “This is going to be a nightmare to clean up.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything after that, and you have to restrain yourself from poking at him to say anything—anything, really—to assure you that no, everything is going to be okay, and that no, your career or reputation is not over.

Eventually, and without you noticing, you pull up in the driveway of your apartment. Heaving a deep sigh, you will yourself to finally keep your chin up and face whatever the fuck is waiting for you tomorrow head-on, even if you were going to do it alone. Grabbing your purse and phone, you’re about to thank him and say good night when Bakugou reaches over the console and places a hand over yours.

“I—” he starts, and you look at him expectantly, trying not to seem weird about the contact.

He clears his throat before giving you the most reassuring nod, “I’ll take care of the press. Don’t worry about it.”

Before you can ask him how the hell he’s planning to go about that, he beats you to it. “And don’t ask me how. Just—” he finally looks at you, “trust me.”

You can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod back.

The next morning, you wake up on the relatively right side of the bed for once until the events of yesterday come crashing down on you like an unprecedented avalanche, effectively robbing you of your good mood.

You chance a peek at the phone on your nightstand, debating whether or not to throw it away and religiously avoid social media for the rest of your days. After what feels like an hour, however, you decide against it and pick the gadget up.

Only to be met with 57 texts, 23 missed calls, and 300+ notifications on your Twitter and Instagram accounts each.

Your stomach sinks as the feeling of dread instantly washes over you. Overwhelmed, you click on one familiar message thread you have with your best friend.

(11:46 PM) bestie<3: girlllll (11:46 PM) bestie<3: what the actual FUCK pick up your phone (11:47 PM) bestie<3: NOT YOU PUNCHING THAT DOUCHEBAG (11:47 PM) bestie<3: and since when have you been dating dynamight??? HELLOOOO??? (11:47 PM) bestie<3: when were you planning to tell me all of this bc im lowkey salty (11:51 PM) bestie<3: girl…. you have to see this (11:51 PM) bestie<3: (see link)

Your fingers are practically trembling when you click on the link, and in hindsight, you’re glad you’re on your bed because what you see next makes you drop your phone:

BREAKING: #2 Pro-hero Dynamight seen at a wedding, alleged “date” punches the groom

tagging. @kitthepurplepotato @chelbyisbord @lovra974 @katsukis1wife @brunnetteiwik @bunnysaursushii @k0z3me @meeeepsworld @asura-rose @dragonscribble

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a lovely day!

[jinkiezzsstuff]

At First Sight PT2

Alastor x doe!reader

PART ONE PART 3

this is a short part 2 to a request, tbh i didn’t think about continuing it before so i struggled a bit and it’s quite short! i’m so sorry gang ;-; i hope it satiates yall if not lemme know what i can cook up for you

Warnings: love sick alastor + reader, ooc alastor, mates/soulmate trope, mentions of reproduction and pregnancy (dw yall i didn’t do the no no there is no pregnancy it’s just mentioned bc it supposed to be gn), short short, swearing, not proof read, hmmmm i think that’s it lmk whatcha think

wee little taglist for the people who asked kiss kiss: @fairyv-ice @chirimeimei

Tucked underneath Alastors chin you laid comfortably alongside him in bed. You’d been awake awhile now tail thumping softly behind you as you watched the demon sleep his smiled soft and barely showing. He laid in pyjama bottoms only chest bare and on display for you. You absentmindedly traced the scars along his torso feeling him respond with goosebumps every now and again.

“Goodmorning my doe,” Alastors voice rang out, killing the silence. It was shocking to hear his static gone and his regular voice out on display, dripped in sleepy sultry. “Good morning my buck.” You reply sickeningly sweet while crawling up to lean over his face, his eyes were lidded now gazing at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked playing with the stray hair that swept across his face. “Indeed darling very well. I should be good for several days.” He chirped happily, ears flicking. “We should head down, i need to talk to Charlie.” You say with a grimace.

Last night when Charlie caught you and Al, you felt guilty, you knew Charlie was a sweetheart but you practically abandoned her all day for Alastor, then scared her silly with a deal and sex! Groaning you grab your head while Alastor stood. With a snap of his fingers the two of you were dressed, and that did take a load of stress of you. “Come now my doe, I’ll be there the whole time, no shame and if there is we’ll be ashamed together!”

Alastor seemed pretty bright in his exclamation holding his arm out to you. Obviously you trusted Al you gave yourself and soul to him and only him just last night. So while attached at the arm the two of you trotted downstairs.

Arriving downstairs interlocked you were both greeted by all the patrons already in the living area next to the bar. Charlie was the first to make a noise gasping, meanwhile Angel was practically vibrating in his seat. Just as Angel was about to talk Vaggie interrupted. “You made a fucking deal!?” Screamed the fallen angel, hands thrown behind her as the rest of her body lurched forward. Frowning you bit your lip, of course this was gonna be an awkward conversation with Charlie, but with the whole hotel listening. Even worse!

“Neva mind that Vagina! Let’s talk about the real stuff. How big? Seven? Eight? Twelve?! Ouch-“ Vaggie knocked Angel over the head with the back of her spear. “Yikes alright, twelve is greedy…. ten?” Angel whispered cackling at Vaggie who growled at her. Alastor, obviously unhappy, began to crackle with static, black shadows oozing out from the floor and encompassing the room slowly.

At the sight of Alastor’s figure demonically stretching the room fell silent, you only gazed up at the deer slightly aroused by his stature and the way his antlers screwed out like branches. “You’re quite the sight.” You say dreamily, barely even noticing you spoke to begin with, Alastor’s head cracked down to you. Coming back to himself Alastor hummed out adoringly, petting your head but wanting to kiss you, unfortunately that was a step too far for him right now.

“Uhm anyway, YN, can you please tell me about the deal?” Charlie begged worry on her face as she looked to you and Alastor. You felt the guilt crawl at you again. “I… well I’m not sure why but there’s just this pull i have to Alastor, he asked me to be his i said yes i…” You veered off feeling too embarrassed by all the eyes, thankfully Alastor pulled you in theatrically waving his microphone around, taking the attention off you.

“Well this lovely doe was just made for me you see? I’m perfectly capable of protecting such a divine creature and though I don't doubt your ability, princess I'd feel a lot more comfortable being the one to do so.” Alastor fired off sounding like a proper radio host as he did so. Charlie looked confused but then perked up happily.

“This is thee perfect redeeming quality Alastor, love is so pure! This is great!” As Charlie felt giddy, Vaggie felt suspicious eyeing the red demon. “So what did you even sell- what was the deal?” You hummed tapping your finger to your lip; well you didn’t know, just that you gave yourself to him.

Looking up to Alastor for help here he happily obliged. “Worry not you angry little woman,” Alastor replied, pinching Vaggies cheek, her angrily pushing him off. “The contract was nothing greater than marriage.” The entire room, yourself included, was surprised at this. You knew this was a soul binding contract, but for him to make that connection on his own was well to you sweet as ever. Your tail flicked happily behind you as you looked to Alastor who returned to your side.

Charlie was as equally as happy as you were, but Vaggie and Husk kept within the same boat of apprehension. “Why so suddenly?” Asked Vaggie again, but Alastor shrugged her off. “I’m unsure dear, just that i couldn’t resist this little doe. Like fate.” Alastor pondered meanwhile you briefly seethed at Alastor for referring to Vaggie as dear.

“Maybe it’s like some soulmate bullshit between deer?” Angel pipped up, putting in his required two cents. Husk groaned at that, but Charlie squeaked jumping up. “That is totally possible! It happened with my dad! Well, y’know in the beginning.” Charlie chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. Alastor shook his head rapidly a soft laugh echoing out of him.

“No way dear, how is that possible?” He mocked bopping Charlie atop the head with his mic, you again weren’t happy hearing him call another demon dear, but you let it fly. “Well you both are deer, could it be instinctual?” Charlie reasoned her pitch, giving away her uncertainty.

You hummed looking up towards Alastor to see him already looking down to you. “I think Alastor and I would need to talk about it privately before we have a group conversation about it. It’s kinda of embarrassing.” You admit already tired of the discussion. Charlie however didn’t like the idea of not having an answer, so with a plan in mind she turned to Vaggie. “Vaggie can you take them to the library, maybe look some stuff up online? We need to figure this out.” Charlie asked giving Vaggie a look that conveyed this was more of a do this rather than a can you do this.

Nodding her head Vaggie looked at you, who looked at Alastor. Alastor shrugged and muttered he didn’t see the issue, so long as you were safe. So you and Vaggie headed off, meanwhile Charlie calmly asked to speak with Alastor in private.

Alone in Alastor’s radio tower, Charlie sat on one side of the broadcasting table while Alastor sat behind it, tunes playing out of him. “So Al,” Charlie started breathing out a deep breath. “Can you please tell me what’s going on with the deal, listen i can’t have them get hurt! I’ll even make a deal.” Charlie said sadly gazing off, she didn’t want to make a deal, but she would.

Alastor watched her, and pitied her odd behaviour. Resting his chin on his hand Alastor sat quietly for a moment, Charlie waiting with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “It was nothing malicious that i can assure you. Although, i’m not sure what happened between them and myself, I felt pretty agressive in my feelings to protect them. Of course that private moment between us should’ve stayed private,” Alastors words were stern as he glared down at Charlie who shrunk bashfully in her seat.

“But suppose since you know i will confess in that moment of intensity, i did the only thing I knew how to do to my dear. I’m not particularly good with emotions, and so I simply ensured I’d have them with a deal.” Tapping his nails on the desk Alastor kept his composure but inside he was scolding himself for even letting that much truth out. Charlie seemed to like the sound of that though, nodding her head in agreement.

“So you won’t, and you don’t have any plans to hurt them?” Alastors ears pinned back subconsciously, he didn’t enjoy being accused of cruelty when it came to you, and he didn’t know he could be any more truthful. “My dear i swear, on my mother, not a hair on their pretty doe head, will ever be hurt by me.” Holding his right hand up, head high Alastor watched as Charlie eased into a smile. Nodding at him.

Rejoining the crew downstairs Alastor and Charlie were shocked to see you and Vaggie had returned. “How come you guys are back so quick?” Vaggie turned at the sound of Charlie’s voice, eyes bugged slightly. “Yeah you won’t believe what we found.” Vaggie said handing Charlie a book about demons and mating. Charlie didn’t seem too keen on the book ‘uhs’ immediately falling from her mouth.

You stepped up, opening the book to the checked marked place. “It’s species dependent on how mating affects someone, in this case Doe’s are more of a rarity in hell meaning it was an instinct for the two of us to kinda ‘mate’ or ‘bond’ to one another, as if we had to worry about going extinct.” You scoffed watching as Charlie glazed over the words while listening to you. “Weird. It must be because you’re a hellborn and an angel, so technically you can reproduce.”

A record scratch sounded out from Alastor, the lot of you looking towards his stiff figure. “Don’t worry Al, we’re pretty sure you’re still unable to.” Charlie hushed to him, before giving you a look that told you, she didn’t really know that to be true. You weren’t worried though, almost a hundred percent certain that he would not be able to have children. “Welp, at least now we know that’s a thing,” Angel sighed from the background, Vaggie glaring at him.

Pulling you into his side Alastor grinned his poise returned. “Look at us figuring stuff out why wasn’t this just the teamwork we all needed, good job.” Alastor applauded slightly condescending, but Charlie was happy with it nonetheless giving two thumbs up to you and Alastor.

[ba9go]

tough cookie (with a gooey center)

childhood bestfriend!bakugou katsuki x reader

junior high to u.a.!bkg, bkg has a soft spot for reader, fluff (sfw)

part 1/3 of the cookie craving collection (completed)

more cookies for you? part 2 🍪 part 3

bakugou has always been tough.

your first meeting with him in junior high floored you, literally.

you were running late to your next lesson, darting through the school hallways with your books and notes hugged against your chest. you turn the corner into your classroom, and BAM!

you ran into the wall, headfirst. the sheer, brunt impact of the bump had you falling onto the floor with an “oof!”. your notes fell to the ground in a flurry of pages, and you winced as one of your books fell right on its corner, gosh, that dent is gonna be there forever—

“watch where you’re goin’, idiot!”

you looked up from where you sat on the ground, only to see bakugou standing in front of you, arms crossed. even as a kid, bakugou had quite the scowl.

“you watch where you’re going!” you retorted, crossing your arms right back at him. “you’re so big, blocking the doorway like that!”

“hah? the fuck are ya tryna say?”

“that you’re really strong, moron!” you started picking up your notes, frowning at how crumpled they were. “i thought i hit a damn wall…” you muttered quietly under your breath. if bakugou heard you, he didn’t respond.

as you move to stand up, you lose your balance a little, and you trip forwards slightly. bakugou quickly catches you with a hand on your shoulder. the gesture catches you off-guard.

“you’re clumsy as shit,” bakugou grunts, steadying you with his hand. he continues holding your shoulder, even after you’ve regained your footing.

“well, sorry ‘bout that,” you grumbled. bakugou raises an eyebrow at you. “thanks,” you say begrudgingly.

bakugou only grunts in response, his hand dropping from your shoulder, before he walks past you and into the hallway. you walk into class and made your way to your seat, ignoring the stares of curious classmates.

after class, you were surprised to see bakugou standing outside the classroom, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets — if you googled “high school delinquent”, bakugou would probably be up there in the search results.

his eyes were narrowed, watching your classmates angrily as they made their way out of the classroom. then, his eyes met yours, and his scowl only deepened. you met his piercing gaze challengingly. you didn’t know what bakugou wanted from you, and you were 1000% sure that he could absolutely obliterate you — with his fists or with his quirk, you just prayed he wouldn’t use both on you.

but mama didn’t raise no pussy. there was no way you were going down without a fight; you were going to face bakugou head-on.

instead of challenging you to a brawl, bakugou tugs the strap of your backpack, hard. the action has you so surprised, and you let out an unintelligent squawk of indignation as your backpack slips from your shoulder (damn your bad habit of always carrying your backpack on one shoulder instead of two). your life flashes before your eyes, and you think bakugou is about to clock you in the head with your backpack, or worse, beat you up, and stuff you inside it—

bakugou slips your backpack onto one of his shoulders, turns around and walks away without a word, leaving you gawking.

“your legs broken?” bakugou says loudly, still walking off with your backpack. you chase after him, hitting his shoulder and demanding him to give you your damn backpack.

that day, bakugou walks you home, carrying your backpack the whole way.

you had wondered if maybe, just maybe, bakugou had felt the slightest twinge of guilt for knocking you over in the doorway (though to be honest, you did most of the knocking over yourself, since you were the one who ran into him). maybe the sight of you on the floor was so pathetic, that he felt the need to make things up to you??

bakugou dumps your backpack at your feet once you reach your doorstep. you blink, and he’s already walking off, presumably in the direction of his own home.

“damn you, bakugou,” you grumbled, bending down to grab your backpack. “thanks, asshole!”

you continue standing by your doorstep, watching bakugou intently, as if staring at his back would somehow answer all the questions swimming in your mind. you only enter your house after he finally disappears from your sight.

ever since then, bakugou started appearing outside your classroom after school, and he’d do the exact same thing — steal your backpack, and ignore your attempts to steal it back from him on the way back to your home. you didn’t quite understand why, and neither did your classmates, if their bewildered stares and hushed whispers in the hallways were anything to go by.

after a week of bakugou walking you home, you had gotten used to his… distinct personality. you weren’t surprised to see bakugou waiting for you after school anymore; you started looking for him through the class window, smiling when you saw him storming down the hallway, his usual annoyed expression on his face, and stopping outside your classroom.

then, instead of calling him a “pesky thief” when he took your bag from you, you started purposefully taking out a few books from your bag on days where you felt your bag was heavier (you were certain bakugou would have absolutely no problem carrying your bag, no matter the weight, but still).

you’d grown to like having bakugou around. you liked bakugou, and his brooding demeanour, his typically foul mood, his snarky insults, but most of all, his soft spot for you.

one day, on your way back home together, you found yourself getting lost in your own thoughts.

“ya lose your tongue or somethin’?” bakugou nudges you in the side gently with an elbow, and you snap out of your thoughts. “you’re quiet today.”

you smile. bakugou was so observant.

“the hell are you smilin’ at, idiot?” bakugou looks at you like you’ve grown two heads when you start to giggle uncontrollably. “the fuck? you good?” the genuine concern laced in his voice makes you laugh even harder.

“i’m good, i’m good!” you pause in your steps, and bakugou stops next to you too, looking at you expectantly.

you turn to him, beaming. “you’re my best friend, katsuki!”

bakugou’s— no, katsuki’s eyes widen as he takes in your words. back then, you didn’t realise the true weight of your words. katsuki’s been called many things — a smartass, bully, asshole. was someone like him even capable of being considered a friend? much less a best friend? katsuki doesn’t think so.

but looking down at you beaming up at him, katsuki starts to hope.

katsuki rolls his eyes at you and grabs your wrist, pulling you along as he grumbles about how you’re so damn weird and so annoyin’ sometimes.

you don’t miss the light flush that spreads from the tips of his ears to his neck, or how the hand around your wrist is slightly damp with sweat.

when you reach your doorstep, katsuki (instead of throwing down your backpack) gently slips the strap off his shoulder and onto yours. you feel a hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair slightly.

you look up, but katsuki’s looking pointedly to the side, lips tugged in a faint scowl, and you decide to let him off the hook; you won’t tease him, not when he’s being this openly affectionate towards you…

just kidding!

“awww,” you coo, wrapping your arms around katsuki’s neck to pull him down into a loose hug. “don’t worry, i love you too, katsuki!”

“haaah??? shut the hell—”

“look at you! you’re blushing, how cute!”

“i’ll fucking kill you, you piece of—”

after graduating junior high, you and katsuki remained inseparable, joined at the hip. he went to u.a., and you’d be lying if you said that that wasn’t why you applied to u.a.’s support course.

“katsuki, i got accepted!!” you jump into katsuki, who catches you in his arms easily.

“‘course ya did,” katsuki squeezes his arms around you, and you giggle. “told ya we’d go together, didn’t i?”

you wrap yourself around katsuki like a koala to a tree. katsuki holds you safely in his arms.

“can i be your sidekick, number one hero? pleaaaaase?” you ask sweetly, but you already know his answer.

katsuki smiles happily at you.

“you’re my number one sidekick, sweets.”

katsuki was tough, but he was soft, just for you <3

BONUS:

“hey, uh, bakubro,” kirishima asks nervously. “what’s up with you and that girl from the support course?”

“yeah, yeah!” kaminari chimes in. grinning from cheek to cheek, he whisper-shouts, “she’s cute! is she single? cuz i’m totally down to ming— WOAHHHWOAHWOAH!”

katsuki doesn’t let him finish, shutting him up with a crackling palm to his face. kaminari jumps backwards with a yelp. kirishima winces as katsuki storms down to hallway, back to his dorm room.

katsuki sighs as he kicks his door open, he’s so tired of their damn bullshit—

“hey, ‘suki!” you chirp happily. you’re sitting on the floor, legs crossed, with one of katsuki’s gauntlets between your legs. “how was gym?” you ask without looking at him. you’re focused right now, thoroughly but carefully rubbing a bar of polishing wax into the gauntlet. katsuki notices how the other gauntlet resting next to your leg is glistening, scuffs and scratches gone.

“‘suki?” you look up when you realise katsuki’s still standing there in the doorway, wordlessly.

katsuki stares at you blankly.

“be my girlfriend.”

the things i would do for a chewy cookie rn oh my dayssssss (it’s 1.55am) (my throat is getting worse)

taglist (thank you for your support!): @anicaaa67 @maddietries @nemisimp @an-na-bella @valeriyaaak @buggie07

[cryptidghostgirl]

hii i read your fic with the humanalastor! x reader where they become like partners in crime (i loved it sm)

and got an idea based off of it

what if Alastor dies first and a few years later Alastor and the reader reunite after she goes to the hotel? thought it would be kinda cute :)

A/N ngl I was thinking of doing something like this so I am very happy it is desired by the people as well. Also, we're gonna pretend that the timeline I created wouldn't make her like over a hundred years old when she died, okay? Okay.

Cover Up Pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood, nothing graphic. Alastor being a depressed little bitch. Also a lot of dead bird metaphors for lost hope. Please let me know if I forgot anything.

Word Count: 1,971

Part One: Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

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When Alastor had died, Y/n had shattered. Their years of holding one another's bloodstained hands had finally drawn to a close. They had a good run, nearly a decade before anyone caught on. His death also came with the added downside of throwing suspicion on Y/n. To say the event changed her life would be an understatement.

When Alastor had first woken up in Hell, he had mourned his loss as if she was the one who had died and not him. The allowance of such a foolish thing was short lived. He quickly realized there was no way Y/n wouldn't end up in Hell as well eventually, with her track record. He refocused his pain, his anguish into making sure he had the perfect world to serve up to her on a platter as soon as she arrived.

As the years ticked on, the little bird fluttering away in his ribcage became more and more despondent. He tried to distract himself by continuing his work, continuing his plans for her. Always for her. It worked to a certain extent but, soon it had been sixty years and she still hadn't made her arrival. It didn't matter how many overlords he killed, how many worthless souls he tortured. There was nothing that could take his mind off that.

Alastor wondered what sort of life Y/n had made for herself after his death. He wondered if she had found love again, held out hope that she hadn't. It was a selfish wish, he knew it. Alastor had always been selfish. It wasn't that he wished for her to be unhappy, just that he knew she was the only person, living or dead, out there for him. There was no hope for Alastor that wasn't Y/n and he wanted her to feel the same way about him. He didn't want to lose, to have been an idiot, to have been the one that loved more. At the same time, he didn't want her to feel that way either. It was complicated and confusing, the twists of his own logic.

Another decade and he began wondering if somehow his beloved wife had gotten into Heaven instead. He knew it was a long shot, after everything she had done but, she had also never killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Maybe there was some exception for women who killed their pursuers, when the pursuers were coming on too intensely or had ulterior motives. He wondered if she'd remarried, if she had kids. If she was still on earth, there would have to be something that was keeping her there and that was the only thing that made sense.

Eighty years, as it turned out, had been all he could take. The bird had died and its corpse had rotted, festering into anger. Not anger at Y/n no, never anger at Y/n but anger at the world, at the system of the afterlife. He became bolder, brasher, more foolish. He got caught in a bad deal.

Coming to the hotel had been a command, yes, but it had also ended up being something of a salvation for the man. In the seven years of his disappearance from the rings of Hell, there had been little to distract him from the growing hole of Y/n's absence. It was a hungry thing, a deep seated want, a controlling desire. The hotel served to fill it. Not completely, but a little. It was better than nothing. Besides, for all her violence, Y/n had always had a way of seeing the best in others, in the world around her. He was certain she would have liked Charlie if she ever got to meet her, certain the hotel would shine in his wife's eyes.

Husk and Nifty were the only two who knew. They had both met him when Alastor's focus had been the creation of a world for Y/n, it was impossible for them not to. They had both noticed how as the years had passed, he had said her name less, how he had become crueler. Not even Charlie had in inkling of an idea that Alastor might be missing something, might be unshakable heartbroken. He hid it well.

Even now as he entered the lobby intent on finding Charlie in order to discuss some of the decor on the upper floors, he made sure his smile was firmly fixed in place. A smile was the strongest weapon a person or demon could have, the strongest disguise. He made sure he was never without one.

"So you just arrived today?" he heard Charlie saying as he began to make his way down the stairs.

He could see her by the door, talking to a demon whom her position obscured from his vision. A new guest. Internally, Alastor sighed. This was throwing a wrench into his plans for the day.

"Yeah I... it's all so confusing here. Wonderful in a way, don't get me wrong but... when I heard about your hotel, it seemed safe."

The unknown demon's voice was soft, it pulled at his heart strings. The corpse of the bird was a puppet at its familiarity. It was a sickening feeling, the dead body of his hope being pulled up and twitched around for another's unknowing amusement. Alastor nearly faltered, hesitating on the last step.

"So are you actually interested in redemption?" Charlie asked, sounding downcast.

"Well, I'm not really sure yet. Is that okay? I mean, I just got here today and... either way, I love the idea of your hotel and I want to help. I could work as a maid? Or I'm a pretty good cook? My husband always said so anyways. I'm sort of trying to find someone too so... What I'm trying to say is that I could work until I've figured it out, if that is alright with you?"

Charlie hummed in thought as Alastor began to cross the room, heading straight for the pair.

"It's a bit unorthodox but, I suppose. We could always use another helping hand."

"Really!?" the stranger exclaimed, "Oh thank you!"

Alastor was over Charlie's shoulder practically now. She shifted on her feet, allowing Alastor to at last see the person she was talking to.

"So, what's your name?"

The demon opened her mouth to speak but, before a word could leave her lips, she was interrupted by a static filled voice. It brought back memories, hurt her heart to hear.

"Y/n."

There was no doubt about it. Even in her new demon form, Alastor knew. It was the curl of her hair, it was the brightness of her eyes, the way she held herself. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"When did you get here?" Charlie asked in confusion as she turned to the side, turning the pair into a group of three all facing one another, "Also, you know her? Oh my gosh, wait. Are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you not smiling before."

Neither payed the princess any mind, each absorbed in one another's eyes. Y/n took a sutering half step forwards, her mouth slightly open.

"Alastor?"

It was barley more than a whisper. She took another step towards him, then yet another. Lifting her hand, she gently cupped it around his cheek. Instinctively, the Radio Demon leaned into the touch.

"It really is you... isn't it."

Alastor pulled Y/n into his arms, wrapping her in his frame and resting his chin on the top of her head. Y/n was frozen in shock for a moment before she returned the gesture, balling her fists in to the back of his coat.

"Wow. You guys really know each other." Charlie mumbled to herself, eyes wide.

The pair pulled apart, Alastor still holding Y/n's waist as Y/n held his coat. She looked up at him, disbelief etched into her features, her sentiments reflected back to her in Alastor's own face.

"I thought..." he mumbled, raising a hand and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I thought I'd never see you again."

Y/n laughed tearfully.

"Me too."

"Where have you been? What happened? What... what took you so long?"

"If I had known I was coming to you, I would have died way sooner. I lived, Al. That's what happened. I only just got here today."

"I know, I heard, but what... what kept you?"

Y/n heard the tremor in his voice, the fear. She looked up at him, eyes narrowed.

"Are you jealous?"

Alastor's eyes flicked to the side momentarily. One of his ears twitched. It might have been nearly ninety years since they had last seen one another, they might've looked completely different and had whole lives the other wasn't in, but it felt like they had just seen one another yesterday.

"Oh, you so are!" Y/n teased brightly.

"Y/n."

"Yeah, yeah. It's just dumb is all, especially now I know you've been here all along."

"So tell me."

Y/n had always loved his insistence. It was what kept Alastor to his code, kept him to her, kept him him. She smiled once again.

"Soooo..." Charlie stepped in, her hands behind her back, "Either of you want to explain?"

Both Alastor and Y/n at last turned to look at her. He was smiling again, Charlie noticed. Not the normal ear to ear grin, teeth bared, she was used to. Something smaller, something softer. They released one another, only for Alastor to immediately drape an arm over Y/n's shoulders. It almost seemed like each feared the other would vanish into thin air if they weren't physically touching. She reached a hand up, gently holding his hand where it hung off her shoulder, keeping him to her.

"Charlie, this is my darling, lovely wife."

Y/n shoved him playfully and he smiled down at her.

"You're married!?"

"Yes." Y/n nodded, "We are. Have been for what, like one hundred years now?"

"So what kept you?" Alastor asked again and Y/n sighed.

"You really aren't going to let this go, are you?"

He shook his head. Y/n slipped out from under Alastor's arm, taking both his hands in hers. Her fingers traced his knuckles, the lines of his bones beneath the surface of his skin. Her eyes watched their hands, she sighed.

"After... well, Al, you died burying a body. It was hard for people not to know. I..."

"You got caught? You went to jail?" Alastor interrupted, his smile having fallen once again.

Y/n laughed slightly under her breath.

"No, heart. I stopped my own work but, the whole world knew of yours. I thought that... it was so dumb! I thought that... if I was alive, then so was the real version of you in some way. Not the true crime, vandalized version, but the person I knew."

Alastor lifted her face to his, his hand lingering under her chin.

"You were always secretly quite the romantic, weren't you."

"Oh hush you."

"Make me."

Y/n cheeks suddenly flushed bright red.

"Okay!" Charlie interrupted, laughing nervously, "Okay, well, I'm happy for... this, um, Alastor! Why don't you show Y/n around?"

"With pleasure."

Alastor leaned down, kissing Y/n gently. Her hand was half raised to burry itself in his hair when he pulled away, smirking in response to Y/n's irritated glare. Linking arms with her, he began leading Y/n to the staircase.

"I must say, I rather like this new look of yours." he hummed placidly.

"You're not half bad yourself deer boy, if a little cocky."

"I was always cocky. That's what you liked about me."

"Wrong. It's only one of the things I love about you."

----

Next Part -> Cover Up pt. 3

[daydreams-after-dark]

Free Use Jail Cell, Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (final) | extra: Police Reports | extra: Dinner date with Minho

Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: 3k (part 1)

Chapter Summary: Officer Seo Changbin arrests you and has some one on one time with you before taking you to the station. You meet the other officers. (This chapter is Changbin focused, but a little bit happens at the end with the other officers.)

a/n: This fic will be in multiple parts because I get too impatient not to share what I’ve written so far. There will be two, possibly three installments turns out it will be more like 6 (tag list is open).

I refer to the officers as “Officer Hyunjin”, “Officer Minho” etc just to make it quick to identify the characters. 

The whole premise is planned and explained in the fic. The story is purely fantasy, but please be mindful of content warnings, as it has potentially triggering content. I want you to be safe here on my blog.

CW: planned fantasy role play, police arrest, nudity, unprotected sex in a semi public space, pain kink, roleplay pain, anal play, blow jobs, cum eating, name calling (both praising and degrading), reference to sexual acts, imprisonment, restraints (handcuffing).

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The lights of the police patrol car reflect in your rear view mirror, signaling for you to stop your car.

“Dammit.” You sigh as you pull your car over to the side of the road.

You watch in your side mirror as a police officer emerges from his patrol car, and your heart rate increases when you see the well built figure approach your window. 

“Everything okay, Officer?” You say innocently.

“I’m gonna need you step out of the vehicle, Ma'am.” He says sternly.

“But I wasn’t speeding.” You protest as he opens your car door and pulls you out.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You writhe against him, but he’s too strong.

“No. But you’ve just resisted arrest, so you’re in big trouble little bunny.” He slams you front first against the side of your car and proceeds to handcuff your hands around your back.

“You’ve got the wrong woman, Dude!” You cry.

“That’s Officer Seo Changbin, to you.” He tears you away from your car abruptly and tugs you towards his police car. “In.” He throws you in the back of the car like a rag doll.

“But my car!” You wail, as he slams the door and hops into the driver’s seat.

“Shh. It’ll be impounded. Now not another word.”

“But you haven’t read me my rights! You can’t do this!”

But Officer SEO Changbin ignores you as he drives away.

After half an hour of you demanding he explain what you’ve actually been arrested for, and half an hour of being met with silence, Officer Changbin pulls off the main road and parks his car in a deserted space under a bridge.

Alarm bells go off in your head as you look around. The area is absolutely deserted. You frantically try to formulate a plan to escape. But even if you did escape, you’re fucking handcuffed.

The Officer opens the back door and slips in beside you, holding a tablet and stylus. “Y/n. Twenty five. Female. Submitted a ‘free use jail fantasy’. That is you, is it not?” He quirks an eyebrow at you. 

You stare at the man, but remain silent. Isn’t that one of your rights?

Changbin sighs. “This is your contract. I need you to understand the terms of our engagement.”

He holds the tablet in front of you so you can read exactly what you signed yourself up for. 

I, y/n, agree to being held prisoner in a police station setting, where eight men have the right to use my body how they see fit. This includes: degradation, humiliation, spanking, oral sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration (includes use of fingers), double penetration, rough sex, use of props and restraints. 

Please read below for further details.

You scroll through the rest of the pages. Details of the acts that may take place, photos of the men and their role, special interests and skills. They are fucking handsome as hell too.

What the fuck have you signed up for? It sounded good in your head. It sounded good when you applied. But now it’s real.. You gulp and look at the Officer. 

“Sign here.” He points to the space at the bottom of page 12.

“Umm…”  you nudge your head towards your restraints.

“Oh yes of course.” Changbin releases your cuffs, opting to secure them in front of you instead. You take the stylus and sign on the dotted line.

You only live once right?

“Great. So as of now you belong to us. Well, for the next 24 hours.” He says matter of fact.

You suck on your lower lip. “So, like right now you could get me to do…things?” You say in a small voice.

“Yes, that’s right. I could instruct you to do things. Or, I could just do things to you. Free use, remember?” He takes the tablet from you and places it next to him in the seat. Your eyes fall on his thick bicep and you feel an ache between your legs. He sits back, slouching against the backseat, and his eyes drop to your bare leg.

A heavy silence fills the car. 

Changbin reaches out to squeeze your thigh, just above your knee and you hold your breath as his hand slowly slides up under your skirt.

“Show me your panties.” He whispers, lifting your skirt up. You open your legs for him. 

His plush, pink lips part slightly.  “Take them off.” He instructs.

You shimmy your panties off and wait for your next instructions. 

“Unbuckle my belt.”

The chain of the handcuffs rattling, and his heavy breaths are the only sounds as you bring your hands to his belt. “Uunzip my pants and take out my cock.”

Your heart begins to race, and your mouth becomes dry, as anticipation and fear bubble in your stomach. Your fingers shake as you unzip his fly and pull his length through the opening of his boxers. Fuck, he is so thick. Your eyes flick up to his.

“Suck it.” He says, staring at you.

You take a deep breath and bring your mouth closer to the fat tip, wondering you you’d even be able to stretch your mouth around it. You kiss the slit. Changbin hisses. “Don’t tease.” He says with a gravely tone. 

You swirl your tongue around the tip, then along the shaft, moistening it up. But Changbin is impatient, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, indicating that he’s had enough of your chaste ministrations.

You stretch your mouth around his girth and sink your head down over him. God, he’s not going to fit. You’re going to choke. 

“C’mon, deeper.” He pushes your head, coaxing you to take more of him. Your eyes immediately water, but you do your very best to suck him enthusiastically.

You feel his hand slide down your back and over your ass. You whimper when he lifts your skirt up and he spanks you on the ass. “Deeper.” He moans. 

You lift off and take a big breath before taking him back in your mouth, forcing yourself to take even more of him. His fingers finds your pussy, sliding them  through your wet folds. He gathers some of your arousal and brings the pad of his finger to your asshole. 

“Hmm… you feel like you’re gonna be so tight. The boys are going to have fun stretching out this little thing. You won’t be able to sit for a week.” He chuckles. 

You moan at the thought, excited to be used.

Changbin’s finger breaches the tight ring of muscle as he presses inside. It’s just to the first knuckle but it’s making you hungry for more.

“That’s enough for now.” He decides, withdrawing his finger and pulling your mouth off his cock. You sit up whining at the loss. “Are we going to go to the police station now?” You inquire.

Changbin scoffs. “Greedy little thing. Can’t wait for what’s in store for you.” He strokes your tear stained cheek. “We’ll go soon. But not until you ride me. Climb on.” He nods towards his cock. “I want first feel of your pussy.”

You straddle Officer Changbin, wrapping your still cuffed hands around his neck, and he holds his cock steady for you as you lower yourself down on him. “Fuck!” You squeak as you feel the tip against your entrance. “You’re so big Officer. I’m not sure I can take you.” 

You swallow, looking into his eyes. There’s lust there. You can see it. He looks like he could hurt you, but there’s a kindness in his expression too, and you wonder if the other men will be like him?

“If you can’t take my cock, how are you gonna take two at once?” He whispers. “Sit on it. I want to feel your walls wrapped around my dick.”

“What if I say no? What happens?” You challenge him.”

“‘No’s not your safe word.” He grips your hips and slowly lowers you down onto his length. “Just keep your eyes on me, sweet thing. Shhh. I know Binnie’s thick.”

You shake your head. “It’s too big.” 

“It’s gonna feel good. I promise. Let me stretch your tight little walls.” He breathes against your cheek.

You feel yourself stretching for him, slowly relaxing to accommodate his size. Inch by inch you feel him fill you. 

“You are tight aren’t you? Fuck, like a vice.” He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breath.

You push yourself down all the way and pause. 

Changbin opens his eyes again and lifts your skirt so he can see where you’re impaled on him.

“See. Look at that.” He says in awe. Your eyes follow his as you lift up slightly and lower yourself again, watching him disappear inside you. 

“Bounce on me. Show me what a good little girl you are, and I’ll put in a good word in my report.”

He digs his hands into your ass cheeks, spreading them and using his grip on them to bounce you.

“I need you to scream for me. No one’s gonna hear you, but I want you to scream your lungs out anyway.”

He grips you tighter, and as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and slams you down. You cry out. “Again!” He growls as he slides you up his cock, and drops you back down. “Scream.”

You cry out, screaming loudly.

“Hurts doesn’t it, bunny?” He uses his hips to fuck up into you ferociously.

“N-no…feels goo-”

“Say it hurts. Scream like it hurts.” He growls and throws  you off him and pushes your face into the car seat. He lifts your hips to meet his cock and thrusts into you forcefully. Every thrust is deep and hard. Your pussy feels stretched to its limits. 

He’s relentless, pounding into you harder and harder. The sound of your bodies colliding filling the car. The windows are steamed up, and you're certain the car is rocking wildly.

“Stop… please… too hard…it hurts…” you scream. But you don’t use your safe word. It actually feels incredible.

“Is Binnie too much, hmm? Poor little cunt struggling to fit me?” He mocks you.

You scream louder. He picks up the pace. 

“Fuck…I’m coming!!!” You let out the loudest scream your lungs can muster, as you clench your walls around Changbin’s cock.

“That’s it, so nice and loud for me.”  He helps you ride out your orgasm and then withdraws from your still quivering cunt.

“Good, compliant little bunny. Come, drink up.” He strokes your hair as he helps you turn around so you can wrap your lips around his cock again. He pumps the length a few times until you feel his hot, thick cum coat your tongue. 

“Open. Show me.” The tilts your chin as you present to him your mouth full of semen. “Swallow it up for me.”

You keep your eyes locked on him as you swallow the thick, salty substance, and then open back up to show him.

“Good girl. We need to get you into your cell.” He smirks and gets back into the front of the car.

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It’s almost dark when you get to the police station and you’re feeling incredibly nervous about what lies ahead. 

Changbin helps you get out of the vehicle, leaving your panties on the floor, and escorts you up the front steps of the building. It actually looks like a real police station too, and you wonder how on earth they managed to have access to this place.

The seven other men are waiting for you. They eagerly stand up from their desks as Changbin walks you past until you reach the cell at the far end of the room.

“In.” He grunts, removing your handcuffs and pushing you inside and slamming the door closed behind you. You quickly take in your surroundings. There’s absolutely nothing in your cell except a mattress with two folded blankets on top.

“So this is the sweet thing we have to break?” One of the men jeers. 

“This will be fun.” Another adds.

You turn back towards the men, who are all lined up on the other side of the bars. They watch you. So many eyes. On you. Some look mean. Others look kind. You recognise each of them from the photos, and you know from your research you need to watch out for the ones named Seungmin and Minho. 

“Y/n. Come meet the officers.” The Chef, Chan you believe his name is, says firmly.

You take a step forward.

“No.” He stops you. “First, strip.” 

“Oh!” You squeak. You hesitate. Are you really ready for this? But there’s something thrilling about this situation, and you know, deep down, even though you’re nervous, scared even, you don’t want to stop. Your hands tremble as they grasp the hem of your top and you pull it over your head. Leaving your top half In merely a flimsy sheer bra.

“Fuck. She’s hot.” One of them men whistle under his breath.

“The skirt too..” Chan barks.

“B-but-“ you remember you’re not wearing underwear.

“Skirt. Off. I don’t like repeating myself.” Chan snaps.

You lower your eyes as you peel your skirt down and let drop it to the floor.

“No panties. What a slut.” Minho smirks.

You can feel all eyes on your bare pussy. 

“Look at the officers before you y/n.”

You lift your head and look at the men.  

“For the next twenty four hours these men own your body. They want your cunt? You let them have it. They want to fuck your ass? It’s theirs. They want to take you two at a time? Tie you up, use restraints? You do not resist. They feel they need to punish you? You take it willingly. They want to degrade you, humiliate you?” 

Seungmin laughs at that.

“They can. If they want to treat you nice, be sweet, they’re allowed to do that too. But you don’t come without permission. They control your orgasms.”

Chan basically recites  your submission request back to you.

“Alright. Come forward to meet the officers who will be taking good care of you over the next twenty four hours.” 

You take a step forward. “On your knees.” Chan corrects you.

You drop to your knees, the floor is cold and hard, and you crawl over to where the men wait.

The one named Minho comes forward and presents his erect cock to you, sliding it through the bars. “Come say hello, kitten.” He says coldly.

You look up at him as you wrap your mouth around him, and he immediately takes hold of the back of your head to keep it still while he fucks your mouth. You hear several belts being unbuckled around you.

So this is the introductions then?

“Changbin and I will leave you to it.” Chan informs the group and he and Changbin leave you with the remaining six officers.

From what you can tell from the way Minho holds your head and watches you with intense eyes, is that the man can read your limits. He pushes in just enough to make you gag, but not quite making you choke. His rhythm is smooth and consistent, and when he cums you know he’s holding back a pretty moan. He’s definitely a dom, but one that really understands a sub.

Felix, the pretty and gentle blond, is careful with your face, he doesn’t push too far, and he lets you use your hand on him. But there’s a glimmer in his eye that tells you he doesn’t mind the kinkier side of things, or that he might like seeing you in pain.

Hyunjin. He doesn’t even have to speak and he’s got you blushing. Just the way he’s looking at you, his tongue licking his pretty lips, has you dripping down your legs. The man is beautiful, sensual, and  the way he’s working with you as you work his cock, moving with your mouth and hand, makes you believe he finds sex to be about connection. You’re not entirely sure how that will play out.

Jeongin. Seems sweet and innocent, but his entire expression changes to demonic once his tip hits your throat. You’re not sure what he has in store for you, but you know it’s not going to sweet, and you find yourself imagining all sorts of scenarios with him.

Jisung is next. Confident, demanding with his cock. Mumbles “slut” a few times, and thrusts his hips erratically. He’s unpredictable, and you splutter when he pushes far too deep for you. A flicker of fear and concern crosses his features, and you get the urge to help him stay in the character he’s trying to portray. You moan enthusiastically, and he quickly recovers, fucking you without restraint.

Seungmin is last. He’s cruel with his words, and careless with his thrusts. He’s energy is cold, and you know that if you need to be punished, he’s the guy to give it to you. That is until he comes back with an oversized shirt and a tray of food, and asks you if you have any questions about the agreement.

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You sit alone in your cell and eat your dinner, wondering what the night will hold. You don’t have to wait long though, because Chan is walking towards your cell. 

“Y/n. It’s time for your interrogation with Detective Minho and Officer Seungmin.”

Fuck.

↣↣ up next, interrogation time with 2min here

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🤍 with Max verstappen. 🌶🌶 pretty pretty please

i really really enjoyed writing this one🫡🫡

song lyric prompt: “oh i’ve never done it, let’s make it cinematic” naked in manhattan ~ chappell roan 🤍

warnings: loss of virginity, sex, fingering, swearing

minors dni

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“you are serious? you haven’t done it before?”

you shook your head.

max looked at you incredulously. he was supposed to be helping you practice different circuits on the racing sim since you were new to the team, but as it had gotten later at the redbull factory, you’d ended up sat on the floor next to the sim talking to max endlessly about your careers as he demonstrated his best laps for you. conversation was easy with him; as intimidating he seemed on track, he was actually very talkative once he got started, and you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t listen to him talk for hours. whilst having a crush on your teammate wasn’t technically against the rules, it felt like a slight misstep, even thought it was practically impossible when max was so fucking hot. after a particularly impressive lap time, he’d remarked that that feeling was ‘better than sex’, and you replied jokingly saying you wouldn’t know, which had lead you here.

“you don’t have the time? you don’t want to?” he probed, apparently more interested in your lack of a sex life than finishing the mock practice session he’d started.

“um, i just haven’t, i guess,” you laughed awkwardly.

“wow,” he replied, raising his eyebrows. “you’re very beautiful, you know y/n. not to mention how talented you are on the track.”

“are you trying to tell me something, verstappen?” you joked, completely unserious and not expecting his reply at all.

“no. i’m … offering.”

your face dropped. “what?”

“there’s no one here. if you want to do it, why not do it with me?”

your brain short circuited. 3 time world champion max verstappen had just casually offered to take your virginity. he had an inarguable point; why not do it with him?

“ok,” you said simply, feeling like a complete rookie once again. you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

he was still in the driver’s seat of the sim, a wanting lust in his eyes. he had found you hot since the first time you got into the redbull car and overtook him on a flying lap, finishing the practice session just 2 tenths ahead of him; he had wanted to fuck you since you got out of the car afterwards and teased him about it.

“come here, schat,” he encouraged, motioning to his lap. you carefully stood up and straddled his lap.

“don’t look so nervous. i’m not gonna hurt you. unless you want me to,” he added with a smirk.

“i don’t think i’m there yet,” you laughed, easing into his lap more. “what do i do?”

“well have you kissed someone before?”

you embarrassingly shook your head; you didn’t think any of your teenage ‘kisses’ really counted towards anything.

“ok,” he said nonchalantly, tucking you hair behind your ear. “let’s start there then.”

he pressed his lips against yours, letting you get used to the feeling before you kissed him back, the movement coming to you instinctively. his hands remained firmly on your waist as he deepened the kiss, with his fingertips gripping you tightly as if he needed to hold you there. it felt like a movie scene, kissing him with such passion as the sunset cast golden streams of light through the large window at the other end of the room.

once you seemed equal parts comfortable and needy, max pulled away. “can i take your shirt off?”

“okay,” you replied. he lifted the redbull shirt over your head, revealing a plain but cute blue bra. you were glad you’d at least worn matching underwear, even if they weren’t particularly sexy. max ran a finger under one of the straps.

“can i take this off too?”

you nodded again. nobody had ever seen this much of you before. he expertly unfastened your bra, slowly taking it off you before throwing it to the floor with your shirt. his eyes darkened at the sight of your bare boobs.

“so perfect,” he commented, mostly to himself, before palming one side with his large hand. he gently pinched your nipple, watching it harden beneath his fingers and enjoying the soft gasp it elicited from you.

“take yours off,” you whispered as he continued to play with your nipples. you tugged at the bottom of his matching redbull shirt so he knew what you meant. he smiled at you before obliging, adding it to the growing pile of clothing. his chest was beautiful, toned to perfection but not too muscled, unlike his biceps that were thick from years of vigorous training. you knew he was bigger than you, but this visual confirmation made you involuntarily grind yourself against him.

he took this as a signal that you were ready to go further, helping you out of your jeans and underwear. you felt completely exposed, but it somehow turned you on even more knowing it was max you were exposed to. you sat back onto his lap, starting to worry about getting his jeans damp from your growing wetness. he placed a hand at the top of your thigh.

“i’m going to touch you, ok?” he said, making careful note of your body language and facial expressions in case you were uncomfortable. that was not the read he was getting; you wanted him, badly, and it was obvious.

“ok,” you breathed, his finger tracing the length of your wet cunt.

“all this for me, y/n? pretty girl.”

you murmured in agreement, completely lost in the moment. his fingers moved smoothly against your clit, making you moan out and place your hands on each of his shoulders to stable yourself as he begun to tease your hole, starting by inserting just one finger and pumping it gently in and out of you.

“feels good, max,” you confirmed, whimpering a little.

“going to put another in, ok? get you ready for me.”

he inserted another finger, your pleasure increasing, especially as he angled his hand so the heel of it bumped your clit as he fingered you. you’d touched yourself before, but having max do it was a completely different feeling and you found yourself releasing onto his hand sooner than you thought.

he coaxed you through your orgasm, telling you how good you were and encouraging you to cum until you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you came with a loud moan.

“you like that, schat? huh?,” he said as you came down, brushing your hair back behind your ears.

“yeah,” you managed. you felt unashamed of how needy you were for him.

he took your hand and placed it over his crotch. even restrained against his jeans, you could feel how big his hard cock was.

“that’s what you do to me,” he said, staring intensely into your eyes. “unzip my jeans, schat.”

you followed his order, unbuttoning the top and sliding down the zipper. he nodded, encouraging you to keep going. he moved his hips up so you could slide the jeans along with his boxer shorts down past his ass and push them down his legs just past where you sat. his cock hit his stomach, leaking a little precum from watching you orgasm minutes earlier. he ran a hand over himself, jerking it to show you that it wasn’t scary.

“can i?” you asked, nervous again. max nodded and you copied his movements, your hands much smaller than his.

“ok, baby,” he moaned, moving your hand away. “gonna make me finish before i even fuck you.”

“what do i do?” you asked again, eager to have him inside you.

he instructed you to place your knees either side of him on the race seat so you could hold yourself up, and lined himself up with your entrance. you sank down onto him, gasping at the way he filled you up.

“ok?” he asked, hands finding your waist again.

“yeah,” you replied. “feels weird. good weird.”

max laughed. “you want to start moving?”

you nodded and brought your hips up and back down again, sliding along his cock. “like that?”

“yeah like that. that’s good, baby.”

you did it again, feeling butterflies in your stomach and pleasure building up. max guided you up and down with his strong hands, never looking away from your perfect face and the expressions of pleasure that were gracing it. as he sensed you getting closer, he decided to help you and thrust his hips upward to match the pace you’d set for yourself, which slammed the tip of his dick into your g-spot and you really realised what sex was all about. it felt insanely good, bordering on too much but not crossing the line. max was getting close too; having his beautiful young teammate bouncing on his dick was really working for him, as he continued his praise of you.

“taking it so well, schat. so pretty, you feel so good,” he moaned.

his words pushed you over the edge, another orgasm washing over you and the fluttering of your walls as you came was enough to push max too, and he spilled out inside of you.

you both went still as you came down from your highs, panting and sweaty, yet each of you thought the other had never looked better.

“that was good, yeah?” max asked as you both re-dressed.

“really fucking good,” you laughed. “i see what i was missing out on now.”

he chuckled as he checked the size of the redbull shirt in his hand to determine which was yours and which was his. he threw the smaller one to you and you put it back on.

“you know, if you wanted to make this a regular thing, i would be happy to do that.”

you looked at him and smiled. “sure. thanks, by the way.”

he smiled back. “the pleasure’s mine, really.”

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[people actually liked it!!! and i loved it so here's more. p.s, i love tom blyth ever since i watched ballad of songbirds and snakes (four times in cinema) and i've loved timothee from the beginning and that's something nobody can take away from me!!!! also, i have nothing against kylie, i do not keep up with the kardashians so i can't say anything, but let's just imagine....]

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you are calling... 'timothee chalamet'

you: timmy help me i'm so lost and my phone is on 2%

timothee *laughing*: what do you mean? where are you?

you: i have literally no idea, i went to get breakfast

timothee: whaaaat, i went to get us breakfast

you *walking around london looking very lost* well you didn't tell me that

timothee *smiling fondly at you, but you couldn't see as you were looking around the streets* i did, i told you last night i'd get you your favourite

you: there was nobody in the hotel and i didn't know what to do. timothee please tell me you have a portable charger

timothee: i have a spare one for you

you: thank you! you're a star- omg i almost got hit my a black cab

timothee: hey, where are you?

you: i don't know, i think i've gone in a massive circle. should i get a taxi back to the hotel?

timothee *who had gotten excited to see you*: no! no-urm- oh hey, wait a minute hold on

you: my phone is on 2% please! *but you hold on, watching- or more so listening- as timothee greets what you assume was a fan, he keeps his phone on, and you're smiling at the screen (and pulling the occasional face) whilst you wait. he quickly hugs the fan and pulls his phone back out to talk to you* mr hollywood!

timothee: shut up, ok where are you?

you: i think i'm like *you look around you, missing timothee grabbing a quick screenshot of your facetime* i'm by _______

timothee: ok, i know where that is, or i think i do. wait there, i'll come to you

you: oh! there's a cafe, i'll get a coffee

timothee: i've got you one here!

you: i can drink two, i promise

you put the phone down, wanting to keep whatever battery you had and ordered yourself a coffee, taking a seat by the window. you were just lucky you had your journal to keep you satisfy while you wait for timothee to somehow find you.

(little did you know he was literally jogging to meet you in the cafe with a dying phone.)

you were half way through your coffee when the bell above the door rang and he walked in. you hadn't realised, leaning over the journal and scribbling away.

timothee noticed you- it was a relatively small cafe for london. he snapped a shot of you before quietly coming up behind you. he took his cap off, throwing it on your hair.

'you could've been anyone!' you say, closing your journal and turning to him.

'morning!' he grinned taking the seat across from you and shuffling in. 'how did you get lost?'

'there was nobody in the hotel and they said you'd gone out ten minutes ago, i didn't know you could get so far in ten minutes!'

timothee slid a bag over to you. 'i got your favourites.'

you had no idea how to act around timothee. working with him was fun, easy, you guys get along great. but after filming and after you'd been on another set and done separate things, it felt different. you guys weren't in your own little worlds anymore. you were with tom blyth and he was perfect, and then timothee would do small things, give you his jumper or his cap or pick up things he specifically knew you liked. but he had a girlfriend, he had kylie jenner! there was no way he was doing this in hopes of gaining your attention. maybe it was just how he was with friends.

'you didn't have to do that,' you said, taking off his hat and putting it between you two.

he shrugged, leaning over again. 'what? c'mon, course i did. it's a big day.'

it was premier day. wonka was premiering in london. this was your third premier, but was sure to be one of the biggest.

timothee grinned at you, watching your lips quip up. he pulled out a portable charger from his pocket, offering it to you. truth is, five minutes ago he didn't have one but when you told him you needed one, on the way to meet you he grabbed one.

suddenly, the barista approached your table and you grabbed the bag, thinking she was going to tell you guys off for bringing in food and drinks from somewhere else.

'I'm so sorry, i'm a big fan,' she said.

you laugh, throwing him his hat as he blushed madly at being caught. 'i told you! you can't go anywhere!'

timothee greeted the fan warmly before also introducing you. then, she recognised you too. it was still new to you, being known and people asking for pictures or something to be signed, but you were more than happy to oblige.

and the pictures came out. a few of the two of you with fans and in some, maybe a lot, maybe even most, timothee was looking over at you.

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user: OMG LUCKY

user: were they on a date???

user1: noooo, i think they were just meeting up

user: they always look so good

user: imagine just going to work and meeting THEM

user1: they were so cute, timothee literally brought her breakfast, saying he got her favourites which means he knows her favourites, like that's goals right there!

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user: OMG I SAW YOU TONIGHT

user: can't believe i missed it!!

user: the last picture !!!!

user: WHY IS NOBDOY TALKING ABOUT THE LAST PICTURE???!!! THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER

user: yourusername is stronger than me, if timothee looked at me like that i would melt

tomholland2013: looking good mate, can't wait to see the film!

tchalamet: thank you brother, lunch soon 🙏🙏

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user: he put a whole post up just for her

user: I WANT YOU SO BAD

user: her dress, stunning!!!!

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user: he's with kylie!!!

user: apparently she was there last night

user: she's stronger than me, i would not let my man look at another woman like that

user: is ship it

user: is this movie a god damn musical?

user: how can she be with tom one minute then timothee the next

user: EVERYONE PLS THEY'RE LITERALY FRIENDS, TIMOTHEE MAKES FRIENDS WITH ALL HIS CO-STARS

user: friends do not look at each other like THAT

user: they'd literaly be the hottest couple in hollywood

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user: SHE'S SO FUNNY WHAT

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user: OMG

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rachelzegler: the prettiest girl ever

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'Timothee Chalamet!' he had been yelled at all night, by fans, by press, by anyone and everyone. he'd already posed for cast pictures, getting in a huge line, holding onto each other and taking the pictures.

so what if he had reached across the director, paul king's, back to hold onto your arm. and surely nobody would notice if he looked over to gage your reaction and see you smile at him. it wasn't like there were hundreds of camera's around him snapping a shot of every moment.

he headed over to the woman who had called his name, pausing by the barrier to say hello. 'yes ma'am.'

'woah, don't you look amazing, as always. first of, who are you wearing tonight, you know i got to ask!' she said.

'this is my man tom, tom ford,' he answered, laughing awkwardly at the end. 'i almost went gucci- it was almost gucci, but i couldn't do that to harry.'

'you look good either way, have you had much time with your co-stars so far tonight?'

'yea i mean, i've seen hugh, spent some time with keegan, love to see the man. we all got some photos-'

his attention and the press's attention is distracted when you stroll up to answer some questions not far from him, close enough to see how radiant you look close up. his lips turned into a smile, his arm hovering somewhere between a wave and a nudge to try to get your attenstion.

'oh woah,' might have slipped past his lips as the press held the microphone up to his lips.

'doesn't she just look fantastic?' she asked.

'hell yea!' timothee smiled, focusing back on the interview, 'always.'

'now i know you got to go soon, so just one final question, would you like a bit of chocolate?'

his face lit up. 'chocolate, oh my god i would love some, thank you. can i take two?' he asked, knowing what he'd do with the other. he was offered two little chocolates and quickly said goodbye. instead of heading into the theatre, he headed for you.

as you were chatting with the press, he didn't want to interrupt. instead, he slipped by, gently touching your arm and reaching over to whisper: 'i'll wait for you,'. but your camera caught your blush and the way you couldn't answer properly after that.

once you were done with your questions, timothee was still there waiting for you. he hugged you immediately, rubbing your arms as goosebumps rose on them. of course he'd think it's from the winter evening, when it had everything to do with him.

'you look amazing, timothee!' you gush, pulling back.

'me? look at you, you're so beautiful!' he said, keeping a hold on your arm.

'oh shut up.'

the camera's flashes were brighter, bigger and the shouts increased as they caught pictures of the two of you. but neither of you would stop for pictures, heading into the cinema.

'here.' he gave you the other little chocolate and the two of you un-wrapped them, popping them into your mouths. 'at least you didn't get lost this time.,' he joked.

you rolled your eyes.

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user: omg it's happening, it's happening

user: AHHHHHHHHHH

user: mom and dad just hard launched their relationship

user: rue, when was this?!

user: a couple days ago, after the wonka press tour and the premiers, they were seen at dinner together and making out!

user: i'm so happy

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user: FINALY OMG

user: what about timmy :((((( he's so in love with her

user: he has a gf

user: i feel bad for timmy

user: THE THIRD PICTURE HELLO? WHY DOES MY MAN KISS LIKE HE'S STARVING

user: he only kisses her like that

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user: hard launch who?

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user: the caption, so real

user: omg it's so funny, do you think hugh has seen this?

user: she's back in london!!!

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tomblyth: and i'm literally going to run into your press conference and ask you to be with me forever

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user: i miss her and timmy!

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user: tom and her were made for each other, like have you seen their interviews

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tchalamet: thank you london! and thank you for making me a (honorary) british boy!

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⁠✧Baby Steps⁠✧

(Shouta Aizawa X G.N. Reader)

Warnings: Aizawa is 38 here, age gap (like it's 13 years), smut part is shitty and kinda rushed, excessive use of the word "as" because i literally cannot write, gentle dom, aizawa is kinda overbearing, dub con(?) jus towards the end though,

Word count: 2.3k+ words

Author's note: this is shitty but i hope you enjoy it ♡ ♡/ aizawa is out of character/ smut is bad cuz i am even worse at that sorry ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ/

You stretched your back, hands clasped behind your head, hearing the faint sound of your spine cracking against the support of your chair. It has been hours since you started scrolling, looking for a job, your palm sweaty from holding the mouse. A click here, a click there, and a scroll downwards, then upwards again. You had recently moved here after graduation, and while you were managing well initially, the high cost of your apartment and day-to-day expenses had become too much to sustain without a source of income.

You scrolled further down when the computer screen displayed some words that caught your interest:

Name: Shouta Aizawa

Age: 38

Requirement(s): Babysitter

Requirement Information: 2 kids

Salary: To be negotiated later on

Contact details: aizawashouta@gmail.com / XXXXX-XXXXX

Posted 1 hour ago

Okay, yeah, that was pretty brief, but the timing gave you hope that you might just get the job, so you clicked on his phone number and started typing away on your keyboard.

"Hello, I saw your post about wanting a babysitter and I was wondering if the spot was still free?"

You hit the send button and got up from your seat for the first time in hours for a small break. After about 20 minutes, you checked for a response and opened the chat again.

"Yes, it is. If you're interested, please come tomorrow at 8 am if you're available," followed by a link to his location.

A smile claimed your lips at the excitement of finally landing a job after so many tries.

When you saw his age, you definitely didn't expect him to be this... hot? Which father of two kids is this hot?

"Good morning. I believe you contacted me yesterday evening, yeah?" His smooth, deep voice is like music to your ears as you look at the sleep-deprived man towering over you. Rough stubble covers his face, his hair cascading to his shoulders, as his broad shoulders lean against the door frame.

"Oh... ah... yes, good morning. It was indeed me who contacted you... sir," you reply as he gestures for you to enter his house. You then take notice of his lavish yet cozy home, with toys scattered in the hallway. You both enter the kitchen, and he jerks his head toward a seat at the table with a low hum.

"Would you like to drink anything?" he asks, picking up his mug from the table as you shake your head.

"I am gonna be asking you a few questions and I need you to be honest with your answers." he commands, taking a seat opposite you. His black shirt puling slightly upwards, revealing his wrists as you give a simple nod.

"Firstly... What is your age?" He asks taking a sip from his mug.

"I am 25 years old.. sir.." You reply confidently however there is a frown on his face at your response. Was he... Upset? Afraid to loose this opportunity you quickly try and talk about your past experiences with kids as he interrupts you.

"No, it's not that I just hope you aren't lying about your age"

"Why... Would I?" You ask with a frown enveloping your face.

"I wouldn't believe you to be 18 with a face like that" He replies his tone rather blunt.

Ouch. His straightforwardness stinging lightly.

"Moving forward... do you party, drink or any of those stuff?"

"No, sir."

"Hmmm ... Fine, I suppose you can start working from today"

You give him a small smile as you mutter a small 'thank you'.

"Got any questions?"

"Actually yes! I was wondering where the kids might be so that I could ensure they're comfortable with me being around!!"

He gives a slight nod before replying his voice surprisingly gentle and low when talking about them "Yeah, they're sleeping right now. My eldest son; he wakes up at 9 and my daughter wakes up at 10:30." He gestures to a picture on the mantle showing a purple haired boy and grey haired girl laughing and playing together as you hear the faint sound of him taking a sip from his mug.

"They are so adorable." You gush smiling at their innocent faces. "And could I get some more information on what their personalities are like?"

"Hm.." he hums as he finishes the drink on his mug and sets it down on the table.

"Well my son is 9 years old, Shinsou that's his name, he doesn't warm up easily to people but he is quiet and usually plays with Eri or alone. Eri is my daughter she is 5 and quite literally the opposite of her brother, ahem.. she is talkative and quite sensitive. None of them are picky about their food, they eat anything that they're given and nor do they have any allergies.. and yeah that's about it.." He says rubbing his hands together and you can hear how rough and dry they are.

It had been two weeks since you started working in his house and only then you realised how often Shouta stayed away from home, any free time he got he would spend it with his children, taking them out for activities, cooking for them, playing with them, seeing how close he was with his son and daughter often left you with a smile on your lips at the close bond of the family. True to Shouta's word you could really see the difference in the way Shinsou would behave around you and around his father or sister and somewhere deep down you were a bit upset but you knew that all of this takes time and as long he was comfortable enough to have you around you were fine. But Eri on the other hand was absolutely adorable, she adored you and you adored her, say if you were watching Shinsou and Eri play it was Eri who would call you over and ask you to play with them. Aizawa on the other hand was always kind and formal with you sometimes even bringing takeaway for you, but whenever he was over you couldn't help but just look at his biceps the way they would bulge out from his shirt when he folded his arms, the way his hands would be disturbed with veins when his grip would tighten even in the slightest, and maybe.... Just maybe, you tried to catch his attention by wearing really short shorts or a tshirt that hug your body just at the right places.

But alas it was only you who kept drooling over him....

or that's what you thought...

You were seemingly unaware the amount of self control Aizawa had to practice just not to fuck you dumb on his cock.

It had been three months since you started working for him and you still found your gaze lingering on him for too long, initially it was at his face, then down to his broad shoulders, and then his chest, then it was further down to his hands and finally it was on his......

"Are you sad cuz papa isn't home today?" You hear the innocent voice of Shinsou behind you having counted your sighs since you woke up, which was according to him, around 32.

"No, no of course not Shinsou.. I am totally fine, just a bit tired" You lied, obviously you would. Why would you admit to finding Shinsou's father hot. Other than the fact that you want him to ruin you till you can't form any thoughts. And you definitely were sad that Aizawa was working till 9 pm that too on a Sunday.

Shinsou mumbles an "Okay..." walking away to colour his book that he had been previously doing before being worried about you. A few minutes after he had approached you, your face suddenly lit up as you realised that Shinsou was worried about you, you rushed up to him from the kitchen counter to the living room abruptly sitting down in front of him

"Are you worried about me Shinsou?" You ask excitedly your smile radiant. Shinsou earlier looking up at you looks away from embarrassment not replying, his ears turni red and you just couldn't help the aww that left your lips.

"Awww you're so cute!!" You squeal and your hand automatically goes to ruffle his hair and he doesn't pull away not this time and you realise that he has gotten comfortable with you, at that moment the door clicks open as Aizawa enters the house and peeks into the living room to see what the commotion was about.

"Papa!!!!" Eri squeals noticing her dad in the hallway as she runs up to him and Aizawa picks her up his voice gentle and soothing "Hey my love" He says kissing her on the cheek as she giggles from his stubble pricking her soft skin.

"Sup kiddo" Aizawa comes near you and Shinsou with Eri in his arms.

"Hello.." Shinsou greets him quietly as Aizawa bends down to ruffle his hair.

"All good?" Aizawa asks him and Shinsou nods as he goes back to colouring his book, Aizawa finally looks at you making your heart almost leap out as he gave you a small smirk "You seem happy, what's up?" He asks with a small groan as he puts Eri on the floor and she runs off playing "Shinsou let me ruffle his hair and he was worried about me!!" You reply excitedly your wide smile bringing a low chuckle from him.

"Oh yeah? What exactly were you worried about Shin?" Aizawa questions sitting down to look at what his son is colouring.

"(Name)-san was sad that you were working this late" Shinsou replies nonchalantly and you swear your eyes hadnt widened this much in your life, you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and Aizawa's eyebrows raise as he gives you a quick side glance before looking at Shinsou, he is about to say something when you interject denying strongly. "Shinsou!! I told you I was tired!! Thats not the case!!"

"Or, tired they say" He adds briefly, Aizawa doesn't even get the chance to say anything as you immediately get up picking up Eri and Shinsou taking them to their individual rooms ignoring any protests of Shinsou claiming how he was a big boy and he could stay up late, you argue with Shinsou for atleast half an hour before he finally agrees to sleep even though he was angry at you.

You head downstairs sighing and praying that Aizawa didn't pay much heed to whatever Shinsou said before as you head towards the living room to pick up the scattered toys and crayons only to be met with the sight of Aizawa sitting on the couch and while normally he isn't intimidating the way he sat with eyes closed, arms folded his right leg over his left reminded you of your father and his strict nature slightly intimidating you, quietly you pick up the toys glad that he fell asleep; as you picked the last of the toys you heard Aizawa's voice boom through making you freeze in your tracks "Still upset that I had work today?" You dont reply for a long time not trusting yourself to speak but when you do your voice is slightly shaky "No... No not at all.. why would I be.. you know Shinsou he just says whatever he wants..."

"Oh yeah? Does he?"

"........ okay well not ... Not exactly....."

You mumbel turning around to face Aizawa only to find him standing infront of you as looking down at your compared to his smaller form.

"Well then, answer my question."

You look away nervously chewing on your bottom lip, coating them pink with saliva, Aizawa tries to resist the urge to kiss you but fails as he grabs your face roughly pulling it closer to his, smashing his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and you can sense the sexual tension between you melting away.

You both pull free from the kiss, the room filled with pants, yours being much louder than his, taking in huge gulps of air.

You feel Aizawas arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer towards him.

"My room or the couch?" He whispers in your right ear his voice sending shivers along your spine.

It had been an hour since Aizawa had been prepping you after finding out you were a virgin, where once it burned to even have a single finger of his inside you, now you could easily 4 of his fingers at once.

Yet, tears spilled from your eyes when Aizawa pushes his dick (just the tip) inside you as Aizawa kisses away you tears with soft coo's of 'just a bit more' 'you're doing so good baby' 'it's just a few more minutes yeah, we will start to feel good real soon' rubbing soothing circles in your back as you sink your face into his shoulder blades, his intoxicating cologne filling your nostrils; finally after what felt like an eternity your hole sits down on his his dick as he gradually thrusts into you making you whimper and groan.

"So fucking good for me.. shit... Ugh... Fuck so tight, so fucking compliant.... Shit baby .. you feel so good"

You hear him praise you but you're barely able to register even a single word due to your muddled state of mind, your whines get louder, his thrusts getting more faster and rapid now. He hits a particularly sweet spot as you rise your head to scream at the pleasure coursing through your body "That's the spot is it." Aizawa grunts angling his hips to hit that spot, chortling at your desperate and meek attempt to push him away.

"Cum... Sh...shit... Gonna cum... Fuck..."

"Yeah? Gonna come for me? Gonna come from this cock fucking you stupid?"

You nod your head frantically chanting a mantra of 'so good's', orgasm coursing through your body, your body trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm as you lay limp against his chest.

After what feels like a few minutes you feel Aizawa thrust into you making you whine from the overstimulation

"Cant... No... No please... Hurts..."

You try to push him away only for him grab your wrists with his hand behind your back as he increases the pace of his thrusts

"I am yet to come baby, just a few more rounds 'kay?"

[sttm99]

TW...? Mentions of alcohol, implications of sex.

Part 2

"Come on, just go." Kaminari hisses under his breath, impatience and anxiety curling around in his stomach as he stands just outside the convenience store.

It's late at night, phones showing a bright 9:37 on the screen, as Bakugo, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari stand outside the store. It's the last day of school before the summer and they're all finally of the legal drinking age.

So what better way to celebrate the end of school than with alcohol?

"Why do I have to go in first?" Sero's frowning, harshly slapping at Kaminari's hand as he tries to push him forward.

"You're the tallest?"

"Kirishima's the buffest-"

"Shut the fuck up, idiots." Bakugo growls out, pushing past them and barging into the store. His aggressiveness has the door squeaking loudly before slamming back down into frame.

You look up from where you're seated at the register, a lazy glare on your face. "You're responsible for anything you break. Even doors," you drawl out with a frown as you take in the sulking teenager.

He glares at you, "Where's the drinks?"

"Rude." You scoff, dropping the magazine you were looking at and pointing to the far right. "Sodas and juices are over there." You murmur.

But that only seems to anger him further, "Not sodas. Drinks. Alcohol?"

The door opens again, and three more boys walk in. These ones are more shy and nowhere near as rude as the ash-blonde.

You sit up and raise a brow at them. "We don't sell alcohol to minors."

"Minors?" Sero scoffs indignantly.

"Hey- you look younger than us!" Kaminari pouts.

You roll your eyes. "I'm 18, okay? Now, if you guys want some drinks, I'm gonna need some ID." You say with a smirk, eyes focused on the brooding blonde that had barged in first.

He glares at you angrily as he stalks forward, slamming his student ID card down on the counter. You look down at it, showing little interest at first, until you catch sight of the letters on the top right of it.

"No way," you pick up the card, "You guys go to UA?" You ask, looking up at them. "Hero Course too?"

The shock and admiration in your gaze has their chests swelling with pride, with Bakugo leaning his elbows on the counter and smirking down at you. "Isn't it obvious?"

You raise a brow up at him and grin, dipping your hand into your back pocket to bring out your phone. "Oh yeah. You're the one they chained up some years ago, right?"

He scowls. "You mean the one who won."

You scoff, hopping off the stool and rounding the counter. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on, I'll show you the drinks."

They grin, quickly following after you.

"This is your first time buying alcohol, right?" Ypu say as you stride into an aisle, dark bottles and cans lining the shelves.

"Is it obvious?" Kirishima asks shyly.

You shrug as you begin looking over bottle labels. "Yep. I'm sure you also don't know much alcohol, right? What drinks you want?"

Bakugo glares. "We're not fucking idiots."

"I didn't say you were," you roll your eyes at him. "But anyways. What's your budget, hm? Do you want something strong or something that tastes good?"

The boys crowd in on you, looking around the aisle as well. "Um...." Sero huns as he looks around. "Somethung that's strong. The strongest you got."

You look back at him. "You ever heard of overdosing? Kidney failure? Alcohol poisoni-"

"Where are you going with this?" Bakugo snaps at you.

"I'm starting to see why you were muzzled." You murmur as you pull out a bottle of Smirnoff from one of the shelves and hand it over to Sero. "This is a good option. It's strong and doesn't taste that bad compared to some others." You shrug.

"We'll take it!" Sero exclaims as he grabs hold of the bottle.

"Cool," you hum and look at him. "How many? Just the one?"

"Three." Kaminari says.

You turn to grab two more bottles from the shelves. "You know you shouldn't consume the three in one night," you say. "It's strong, and you guys haven't built any tolerance to alcohol so..." You hand the two bottles of Smirnoff to Kaminari and Kirishima, purposefully avoiding Bakugo, "Just be careful, is what I'm saying."

They hum, not very convincingly, but you can't force them to take your advice.

"Your total is 11,350 yen," you hum as you sit behind the cash register the last item they'd picked. You'd managed to convince them to get some sodas to chase the alcohol, and then they'd wanted to pick up a few snacks as well.

The boys were talkative, and the store was empty. They'd talked about how they were having a small end-of-school party in their dorm, and you smiled and laughed along with them, all while getting them to increase the number of items in their cart.

After all... your dad owned the convenience store, and you were looking at some new bikinis you wanted to get for the summer.

A little persuasion wouldn't hurt anyone.

They pooled together cash to pay and excitedly picked up the bags of what they'd just bought.

"It was nice meeting you, YN." Kirishima says as he grabs the last bag, flashing you a wide smile.

Kaminari joins in, "Yeah. We should hang out sometime." He offers.

You shrug with a small smile, "No problem. I'm mostly here... I'll be here a lot during the summer, so you can always drop by."

They begin leaving, and once the door closes, you lean on the register, picking up the magazine again.

You almost groan at the squeak of the door, already too tired to deal with another customer. You turn to glance at who it is, shocked to see Bakugo again.

"What are you doing back here?" You roll your eyes at his permanent scowl.

He grunts at you, continuing to walk to the counter wordlessly, hands stuffed in his pocket.

"Oi," you raise a brow, annoyed at how he was ignoring you. "You really need to work on manners."

He huffs as he stands right before you, opposite the register. He's quiet for a second before he glances to your left momentarily... then again, and a third time.

"What is it, mute?" You huff, arms folded as you follow his vision. "Oh-"

You chuckle, amused. "Big night ahead?"

"Just- shut up and pass the shit." He grunts in annoyance and embarrassment.

You laugh, "Calm down, okay? It's just some condoms." You roll your eyes and grab a few different ones, laying them out to him. "First time buying?" You raise a brow.

That's not entirely what you mean, though. And he picks up on it.

'Virgin?'

He sighs, "Obvious?"

You shrug a bit. "Kind of, yeah." You look down at the selection. "You know your size?" You ask, and he while pointing to the one on the left.

You hum, and scan it. He keeps looking at you as you bring a disposable bag to pack it in.

He struggles to muster up the courage, "Um..."

You look up at him as he stutters, and it has him struggling even harder. It's weird, and it pisses him off, how you're looking up at him when he's buying condoms.

"Any tips?" He mumbles softly, already mortified and wishing he could take it back. You're a stranger, and you've already shown how much you enjoyed making fun of him- why would he think to ask you such?

But you just shrug, "Do what feels right. Don't overthink." You say and hand him the bag. "The aim is for you both to feel good."

He hums and nods. "Thanks..."

There's silence for a few moments as he pays and takes the bag, and just as he's turning to leave, he stops again. Bakugo pulls out his phone swiftly and throws it onto the counter even quicker.

"Can I..." he trails off.

You stare at the phone for a while, then back at him. You smirk cheekily. "Sure." You chuckle as you put your number in his phone.

He takes it, looks at it for a second, before stuffing it back in his pocket. "You're here for the summer?" He asks.

You said so already..., and he knows.

"Yeah," you reply, leaning on your elbows. "Drop by anytime."

He hums and looks at you before turning and walking out of the store.

[ddejavvu]

pairing: sirius black x reader

contents: animagus!reader, reader gets a little banged up but not tooooo bad

part of the ongoing sirius x cat animagus!reader series (?) i have going on

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12

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James is howling, much like Remus would, with his back up against the fridge. Well, he's doubled over in laughter, thick tears streaming down the sides of his face, so really he's got his ass up against the fridge, but no one thinks to chide him for it. Not while Remus is silently shaking in laughter, face beet red from trying to contain it, and Sirius is bent in half cradling your chin in his hands.

"I'm sorry," Your boyfriend pledges for the ninth time since it happened, "I'm sorry, darling, we didn't know you'd hit the ceiling."

"You hit the ceiling!" James gushes, tone entirely too cheery, "Remus-! Remus, Remus, she went like-!" He demonstrates your rather panicked jump with clumsy hands, and the other man looks as though holding in his laughter is physically paining him. It finally escapes in short bursts until he's laughing along with James, albeit kinder and more sheepish.

"That was mean of us," Sirius recognizes, "We just- we wanted to see if it worked!"

It worked.

They'd tested out a phenomenon, they'd made you their guinea pig, and they'd spread tinfoil on the countertop over your favorite seat. You like birdwatching from the bay window that's nestled into James's kitchen, but when you'd hopped up there today, what you now know as your reflection had jumped right back at you. At the time, however, you'd just seen an incoming attacker and you'd bolted, springing back off of the counter and, unfortunately, bumping into the low-hanging ceiling. All three boys had been witness to your unfortunate flight, and your face is firmly set in a scowl while Sirius tries rubbing the pain out of the spot that you'd bumped.

"It's not funny," You spit at James and Remus, the latter of which at least tries looking like he's sorry. James is too busy gasping for air, so he ignores you.

"It's not! It's not funny," Sirius promises, but even his voice trembles with a laugh as he tries stifling it by pressing a kiss to your head. You feel it, you feel his soft exhale against your sensitive scalp and you let out a grunt of frustration, squirming out of his hold and stalking off.

"Fuck you guys!" You shout, even though all four of you know your ego will stop aching in mere hours, and you'll forgive them for a homecooked meal and a new pair of fuzzy socks, "I'm gonna lock myself in your room, and shred holes in all of your underwear!"

[echoofadream]

Your favorite patient...

Part 2

Summary: you are a hardworking doctor who has been stalked by a patient. Now it's time he gets punished for his obsessive behavior.

Contains: sub!male!yandere, really mean dom!reader(gender not specified), degradation, dacryphilia(kinda), lots of begging, praise(if you squint)

A whimper escapes his lips when he sees the huge grin on your face. As you crouch in front of him, he loses his balance and falls on his ass on the floor. You laugh at him, a mix of shame and arousal filling his body to the brim.

"Pleaseee..." he whines again. At how vocal he was, with his little sounds and pleas you were surprised you'd never heard him jerking off under your bed while he listened to you.

He was almost laying on his back, his legs spread wide in front of you, holding his weight on his elbows. Your gaze falls to the bulge in his pants, a small stain right at the end of his clothed dick. As he feels your eyes on him his hips involuntarily thrust upwards. Your hand goes in front of your face, your fingers rubbing your eyes as you tried your best not to burst out of laughter.

"Mhm... what's so funny, doctor?" he whimpers.

"It's funny how I've always wanted a whore like you, yet you've been here all the time, I just had no idea" You feel the smirk on your face get wider when he moans slightly at your insult. "Get on the couch" you say, your voice not as demanding as it should've been, you find out later.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asks, his face lighting up.

"Get on the fucking couch!"

He falls silent and gets up as fast as he can, almost tripping over on his way to the couch. He takes a seat there, straightening his back and keeping his hands on his thighs. He was trying his hardest not to let out any more sounds, but it was so hard! The way you were approaching him slowly, tantalizingly slowly. How your body was moving, how those clothes were fitting you so perfectly. He started fidgeting, cracking his fingers like he was trying to break them.

"Pleaseee..." he whines again.

You frown and raise your voice at the man in front of you. "If you don't keep quiet I'll gag you! Is that what you want?"

Fear creeps onto his face and he shakes his head rapidly. "No, no, no, no. Don't gag me! Don't gag me please! I wanna tell you how much I love you, doctor! I wanna talk to you! I wanna- mhm... wanna-"

Your hand was on his cheek, thumb brushing against his lower lip, the small gesture shutting him down. His breath was caught in his throat and when he relaxed under your touch, when he let out that relieved sigh, the room was filled with a pained scream.

"Ahh..." He was breathing rapidly after the slap you just gave him, its pain lingering on his skin which was turning redder by the second.

"Have you forgotten that this is supposed to be a punishment, you freak?" you ask him, both anger and mockery detectable in your voice.

He looked at you with big teary eyes, a smile forming on his lips. "Harder..." He moans, lifting his hands and trying to grab yours, but stopping himself mid-air, remembering he had to be obedient. If this went well he'd be your slave! That thought alone almost made him cum in his pants.

You raise a brow, your face darkening. "Did you just tell me what to do?"

He gulped. "Uhm...uh...I..." he started stuttering, trying to find the right words.

"A punishment is supposed to hurt but it seems like you're enjoying yourself so far, aren't you?" you ask. He stays silent. The truth was, he was desperate to feel that pain from your slap again. He wanted it, no...he needed it. He felt like he was gonna die if you didn't touch him any sooner. You start talking again, not paying attention to the way he was pacing back and forth, fidgeting in his seat, soft sounds escaping his red lips, abused by his teeth every time he tried not to jump on you and hump your leg until he came.

"You want me to touch you, don't you? You want me to fuck you?" you ask, smirking.

He nodded eagerly. "Yes...yes, please...pretty please, doctor....please, please, please-"

"Shut the fuck up, you slut!" you snap at him.

He whimpers just like a dog who's been yelled at by his beloved owner and his head lowers.

"You're sick. Disgustingly pathetic and utterly insane. I could do whatever i want to you, but my options are limited if I truly wanna torture you" You start pacing around the room, thinking of means to make him regret being a repulsive stalker and a crazy manwhore. He just stays there, already in pain, struggling not to simply take one of the pillows on the sofa and hump it like a bitch in heat. God, he would've loved it if you just touched him. Why weren't you touching him? Couldn't you see how much he needed it? Couldn't you see how much he loved you? Lost in thought, he didn't even realize when you appeared in front of him. He lifts his gaze and tries to look you straight in the eyes. You only gave him a serious and emotionless glare.

"Take your pants off" you demand.

You didn't need to tell him twice. He practically jumps off the couch and starts undressing, taking his pants off along with his boxers and revealing his hard cock. Fat tip leaking precum like a running faucet, pulsing veins along his neglected shaft. His legs were hairless, as well as his balls, no hair present on his lower body. You saw some thick scars running along his pale thighs, a reminder of the accident which led to him meeting you. They didn't make him any less attractive. You still had to use all the self-control you had in you not to fuck him dumb right then and there.

You whistle at the sight and his cheeks get redder, a content expression on his face.

"Am I pretty, doctor? Am I pretty for you?" he asks, eager for an answer. Maybe if he'd been a good boy he would have gotten praised for his appealing appearance, but you had other plans for him today.

You chuckle. "You? Not in the slightest. You're pathetic. Your hair is a mess and what's inside that brain of yours is even messier. Your legs are so thin it's a miracle they haven't broken yet just from holding your useless existence every single day. No, don't take off your shirt. I don't wanna puke"

"Ahh...ngh-ah..." He bends forward, both hands grabbing at his crotch as he feels his knees getting weak. He whimpers and trembles as you watch him, your own arousal growing. But you couldn't give in and take him. You were too competitive to do that. You couldn't possibly let him stalk you for weeks then give him exactly what he wants. No. He had to be punished.

He straightens his back, panting as though he just ran the marathon. He shows you his palms, full of the cum he's been holding back for so fucking long. His eyes light up he looks at you, a big smile on his lips.

"Thank you, doctor! Mhm...thank you....you're so good to me...I love y-"

Your palm against his cheek shuts him up this time as well. He could feel tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. He lifts his head again, trying to hold back his sobs.

"Please, doctor...please"

"Shut up" you command, but he doesn't stop. Tears start running down his red cheeks, only adding to the painful burning sensation.

"Doctor, please...!" He starts tugging at your shirt, desperation visible in his dilated pupils.

"Keep your mouth shut, you slut!"

"I'm a slut!" he says. "I'm your slut, yours, yours only! Ngh-....mhm pleaseee, please I'm sorry. I'm disgusting and pathetic and I deserve it but I just wanna...wanna...mhm..." He grabs your wrist, placing your hand on his reddened cock, shamelessly. You yank your hand away.

"Ew... disgusting! I don't wanna get whatever you have. I don't wanna become a pathetic whore like you" Your disgusted expression was only adding to the pain he was already experiencing, both physical and emotional. He started sobbing, his eyes filling with tears and blurring his vision.

"I d-don't have...'m not sick...doctor, I'm not sick, please" He kept sobbing as you watched him with a pleased smirk across your face. "Please...I know I'm a whore but...mhm please..." He kept begging, his words getting less and less coherent. " 'm sorry, doctor...'m so sorry for being so naughty....I shouldn't have...ngh... shouldn't...forgive....please... forgiveness... doctor...hurts...'m sorry"

He stopped speaking and just straight up started sobbing, fat tears running down his flushed cheeks. He was desperate, so needy, so perfect. The more you were pushing him over the edge, the more you were starting to feel as though you were growing as obsessed with him as he was with you.

Your hand makes its way to his cock and your fingers wrap around him, earning a moan from the man. He kept crying, still too weak to form words and you could've sworn he was too weak to even think of them, let alone speak them. His knees get weak so your left hand goes under his ass to support him and make sure he keeps standing. His hands grab onto your shoulders instinctively.

More and more lewd sounds kept filling the room as you stroked him. You were aching to tease him, to edge him, to make him beg for his release, but you weren't that cruel. You press your lips on his forehead while your hand twisted around his shaft, stroking up and down faster every time when he would start thrusting his hips, unable to tell you to go faster since his mind was completely blank.

" 'm gon- ...ahh ngh-ahh...doctor...gon-"

Could he get any more perfect? Asking for permission to cum even when he was fucked stupid? You were keeping him. A hundred percent. You weren't letting this man go under any circumstances.

"Cum for me, pretty boy. Come on, let it all out for me. That's it. Atta boy!"

"Ahh...f-ahh...ngh...f-fuck..."

He gave you everything he had, his cum covering your hand and even sliding down his thighs, ending up on the carpet. He grabbed your hand rapidly, your eyes getting wide at how he started licking his cum off your fingers with sloppy and desperate tongue movements. He falls to his knees with a thud after swallowing everything, panting and gasping for air.

You stayed there and watched him. You were at a loss for words, completely and utterly. Your eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape, shocked at his actions. He lifted his head and gave you a loving smile, his lips still covered in his arousal.

"Thank you..."

Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it! I'm kind of thinking about making this a series so please tell me your thoughts about that. Have a great day!❤️

[kimhargreeves]

A Flashy Act-Buggy x Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Summary: You and Luffy find yourself with new members for your small pirate crew, quickly after stealing the map to the grand line, you're all kidnapped by a crew of pirates.

(Based on the One Piece Live Action!! since no one has written about Buggy which has surprised me. Enjoy this one shot Buggy fans!! You guys can decide if you want part 2 to include smut or not😩 next part will be written depending on how well people like this🤡)

"You know I'm gonna be king of the pirates. It's the first time I've had a ship like this." Luffy excitedly told the ginger haired girl.

"I know you've told me that many times already. Can you please be silent for once?" She asked getting annoyed by Luffy's constant talking.

"You be quiet. The kid's just excited." The green man known as Zoro told Nami.

Nami was trying to open the lock which was protecting the map inside.

Both of them unexpectedly helped us, when Luffy and I broke inside to find the map to the grand line, with a bit of help from Koby who had been kidnapped by Alvida. Thankfully Luffy saved him, the young boy said he wanted to join the Marines.

Luffy and I had entered and quickly met Nami and Zoro. Zoro was tied up with Nami dressed as a Marine trying to also have the map Luffy and I were after.

I have been by Luffy's side since many years now. Since he was a small boy, I am only just a couple of years older but I was the second person who raised him. The first being my older brother,l Shanks.

Just earlier the four of us were fighting a couple of Marine soldiers with Axe Hand Morgan trying to stop us, and almost did. If it weren't for Zoro and Luffy's help then we might've already been executed.

"He's just being enthusiastic about all of this. There's no need to be so mean." I said glaring at Nami and she glared back as well.

I decided to not say anything else to her so I walked over to where Luffy was holding onto his straw hat.

He had a smile on his face when he turned to look back at me. "Can you believe this, (Y/N). We finally have have a crew. I can only imagine the look on his face if he were to see me."

"I know he'll be proud. You're slowly becoming a true pirate." I nudge his shoulder and saw him smiling as he stared at the dark skies.

"I think we all make a pretty good team."

"Why do you even protect that hat so much. It looks like to fished it out of the trash."

"One man's trash is another man's treasure." Luffy replied to Nami when she spotted him holding onto the hat.

We all looked back and saw Nami has successfully managed to open the lock. "You did it!" Nami picked the map and unrolled it. With the four of us standing close looking down at it.

Luffy didn't get it or understood where the Grand Line is, so Nami began drawing it for him so he could understand it better. Rogers treasure is hidden somewhere in there.

A loud sort of bomb was heard with the sky now turning red. We all ran out of the ship and saw something explode in the sky. Zoro was the first to fall to the floor and Nami began to cough before she collapsed.

Oh shit. I tried to cover my mouth and nose but to was too late and I also fell to the floor and collapsed.

"Shhh (Y/N)."

I jumped up a bit and opened my eyes to see Luffy a bit too close to me. I rubbed my eyes and tried to stand up but saw that the four of us were inside of a wooden box.

"What..how did we get here?"

"It wasn't the Marines work. Before we all collapsed, I saw a ship heading towards us." Luffy said with Zoro quickly replying to him.

"It'll be easy then. Marines have training. Pirates don't."

We all were quickly met with circus music when the top of the box was removed along with the rest of the box. What the hell?

Zoro, Nami and I looked at each other weirdly when we looked at our surroundings. We were inside of a huge circus tent.

Red and white colored stripes with lights decorating the place, weird looking people and a crowd that were seated but we're tied by their ankles.

The crowd continued to clap with Luffy doing the same but Nami and I stopped him.

"No no no. Stop clapping! It's all wrong"

The four of us looked over at where the voice was coming from and we all looked to our left, and saw a tall man come through dressed entirely as a clown.

Long coat, bright blue long hair with exaggerated makeup and a red clown nose.

"The spotlight was late, it missed my entrance. And where oh where is the lion?" He said standing close to a man with white bear ears?

"Heyy. I know you." Luffy said which made me look back at him wishing he hadn't spoken.The man with blue hair turned to look at us. Wait..Luffy is right, we've seen him before.

"I saw your Wanted poster at Shell's town. You're the clown guy..umm..uhh. Binky, right?" He asked.

I nudged Luffy's shoulder. "Shut up, Luffy. That's Buggy." I muttered seeing that the clown kept his eyes on us.

"Buggy." The pirate corrected and grinned. "Buggy the Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester." He said when no one spoke, seems like no one here knows about him.

"That one beside you seems to be the only one who's heard about me." I felt nervous when his blue eyes landed on me and he smiled.

I had only heard of him, and saw him on the Wanted poster. But I swear I must've at least since him once before…

He's creepy..but weirdly find him attractive. Maybe it's just my brain distracting myself from danger, who knows.

Luffy seemed impressed, "Wow. You have a lot of names."

I nodded my head and looked at Luffy, "He does. Everyone in the East Blue knows who he is."

"What did you just say?" His expression changed when I suddenly said that. Which made me confused.

"That everyone knows who you are?"

"Nose?!" I was paralyzed when Buggy came over and was now holding onto my face.

"Are you making fun of my nose?" He said a bit too close to me.

"I swear I wasn't! But..now that you mention it, is that thing real?" I asked genuinely wanting to know.

Buggy tilted his head as he stared at me, "You're kinda cute." He hummed and grinned

I saw Luffy's hand slowly started to try and tough the clowns nose until he smacked his hand away. The clown grinned looking down at me and stepped back letting go of me.

"You think you're so clever… What's real is I've been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe Hand Moron. Only to find out that I was upstaged by four little nobodies, who stole it from right under my no-…No!! It's in my head now."

"Hey! I'm not a nobody. I'm Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be king of the pirates." My best friend said making Buggy laugh.

"Oh! Now that's funny. My bounty poster graces the marquee of every Marine Outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the East blue has ever known. I am destined to find One Piece. And when I do. I will be King."

"No, you won't. 'Cause I'm gonna find it first." Luffy told him.

Zoro stepped between us and looked at the other clowns behind Buggy. "I am Roronoa Zoro. Drop your weapons now and I may let you live."

This made Buggy laugh while looking at the green haired stoic man.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight. Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale."

Buffy retrieve a set of blades and smiled at us.

"My freaks put quite a bit of a rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can reward them with that map.. I suppose I'll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead."

Nami stepped between Luffy and I now, now looking at Buggy. "Wait. What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map? What if I give you a new freak for your crew?"

"A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all the East Blue. Besides you, of course."

Nami glanced back at me and I glared back. Nami has grabbed Luffy's straw hat and tossed it up, just when Luffy showed his devil fruit powers, Nami left running.

"That little bitch." I whispered glaring at where she left.

It wasn't long at all when they brought her back and she revealed that Buggy's crew had destroyed the entire town.

He shrugged his shoulders as he stared at her. "Not everything. I let 'em keep their hands."

The sign for "clap" was lifted again, making the poor towns people begin to clap.

All the lights were suddenly focused on Buggy again. "I know one of you has my map, and I'm going to get it back." He said in a serious voice now.

"What was it you said, Rubber boy? That ir was in a safe place. Don't look so surprised. I got eyes and ears everywhere."

"I know where it is." I spoke up making all eyes turn to look at me.

I began to laugh as I showed the clowns and Buffy my middle finger. "You can all suck it or shove it up your asses.

Buffy clapped and at the people surrounding him. "Okay! Let's make our guests uncomfortable in the green room." A few clowns came to grab Nami and Zoro.

While another pair came to grab Luffy, Buggy stood behind me grabbed my neck and grinned looking at Luffy and looking back down at me.

"And I am gonna have a chat with our new pals.."

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Come Home With Me (part 2)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: fuff, smut!

part 1

You were a mess the whole week. You broke up with Andrew after the wedding not to reconcile with Carlos but because you didn't want to give him false hopes anymore. Because you knew you couldn't love him the way he deserved.

All your pain was back, pain that never really even left. All the emotions that you suppressed and pushed under the carpet, lying to yourself that you were over it, now resurfaced.

Not even a week later, the celebration of Isabella and her new husband did not stop. Only this time it was much smaller, in a small circle of close friends in their new apartment.

You were sad and listless, but since you didn't, you couldn’t, enjoy your friend's wedding celebration, you decided to respect her and come to another party she threw.

And he was there too.

It was all too much for you, you couldn't relax at all so you decided to let the alcohol do its best. And it did. Glass after glass and you soon became carefree. Your head was floating and your eyelids were getting heavy.

You never took alcohol well. When you were in good company, you always drank like everyone else, but you never knew the limit when you should stop. You would always feel too good and relaxed until it suddenly took you away. And so it often happened that you overdrink and get drunk, just like this time.

When you were together Carlos was always the one who took care of you when you drank. He was always overly protective of you, especially since you were 5 years younger than him. He never let you out of his sight and always made sure that no one approached you or looked at you in a way he didn't like.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Carlos said approaching you and taking the glass from your hand.

“I wouldn't agree with you.” You slurred reaching for it, but he took your hand turning you around and pressing your back against his chest. You leaned your head back against his chest as his arm rested around your waist. “You don’t get to hug me like this.” You mumbled drunkenly with your eyes half closed.

“Let me take you home, you’ll pass out if you keep up like this.” He said.

“I don't need you to drive me home, I can drive myself.” You stated confidently even though you probably couldn't even get to the car without someone else's help.

“There is absolutely no way I’m letting you drive like this.”

“Let me just find my keys. I’m sure they are here somewhere.”

While you searched unsuccessfully all over Isabella's apartment for your apartment keys, which were in your pants pocket, Carlos meanwhile went to inform your friend that he was driving you home and that he’s gonna take care of you.

“Vamos” He said coming back for you.

“Don’t you vamos me. I can vamos myself.” You talked nonsense trying your best to walk as straight as possible, but obviously struggling.

He couldn't help but laugh at you so as soon as you left the apartment and closed the door behind you, he lifted you up and took you in his arms which made you let out a scream and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck.

“Put me down!” You protested, but he ignored you enjoying the feeling of your skin against his. He wanted to kiss you, but he didn't want your first kiss after so long to be like this.

When he put you in the car on the passenger seat, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the window beside you. He admired you for a minute taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He brought it up to his lips leaving a small soft kiss and continued to hold your hand the entire drive to your apartment.

You unconsciously squeezed his hand in your sleep, which brought a smile to his face. He knew that no matter how much you resisted, he would always have a soft spot in your heart.

After a 15 minute drive to your apartment, you finally arrived and you were still fast asleep. Only when Carlos took you in his arms again did you start to wake up.

“Carlos?” You murmured softly leaning your head more into him.

“Hm?” He asked walking with you to the door of the building.

“Please don’t leave” His heart trembled when he heard you say that. He wanted to tell you not to worry, that he will never leave you again if that's what you want, but he knew that there was no point in saying it now because you certainly wouldn't remember it in the morning.

“I won’t leave, baby, don’t worry” He soothed you.

Once you reached your apartment, he immediately took you to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. You woke up enough to kick off your shoes and pull Carlos to sit on the bed next to you.

“Come here” You whispered putting your hands on his cheeks and pressing your lips against his. His hands found your waist pulling you closer to him. You were quick to straddle him as you sat in his lap and he hugged you tightly without breaking the kiss.

“I want you” You whined quietly into the kiss. “I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me” He groaned at your words throwing his head back as you kissed his neck. The bulge in his pants grew uncontrollably as he felt you rub against him and roam your hands through his body.

“Baby, no..We can’t” He sighed taking your wrists into his hands and stopping you. He couldn’t believe he was rejecting you. You. He couldn’t believe it. He missed your touch immensely, and your body in every possible way, but he didn't want you to think tomorrow morning that he took advantage of you. He’d never have sex with you while he was sober and you were wasted.

“Please Carlos..It’s been so long since I came…”

“Oh fuck y/n..” Your confession knocked him off his feet. He squeezed your waist sighing. He leaned his forehead against yours stopping your movements and pressing you down on him just so he could get any kind of friction for a brief second because his cock was throbbing in his pants while he was listening to you.

“Don’t you want me?” You pout.

“Baby, I want you so much I think I would cum as soon as I put it inside you”

“Then put it inside me” He hisses and you moan kissing him again.

“No, we’re not doing it like this. Not while you’re drunk out of your mind” He stands his ground making you whine again.

“Carlos..please” You plead again, but there’s no way he would give in. You just mean too much to him.

“As soon as you sober up I’m gonna make you cum so many times you’ll forget your own name” He says turning you over and laying you down on the bed again. “Now get some sleep okay?”

You grumbled and frowned like a child. You didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't pay much attention to it because he knew that you would thank him for it tomorrow.

Not long after you fell asleep, Carlos laid down next to you and pulled you close. You leaned on his chest and he caressed you and left small kisses on your forehead until he himself fell asleep as well.

He could believe that it was happening again - you in his arms - because he always believed that the two of you would meet again, this time at the right time. He felt in his bones that you were meant for each other and there was no way he would ruin this chance with you. He was just hoping you’d feel the same way when you woke up.

When you opened your eyes in the morning, you were hungover, your head hurt and you couldn't wait to get in the shower and wash everything off. After you took a shower, you heard noises in the kitchen. By some miracle, you remembered everything from last night. You remembered that you wanted to drive alone and that Carlos stopped you and that you were forcing him to have sex with you and that he refused because you were drunk.

You knew he took care of you last night.

You wrapped a towel around your body and headed towards the kitchen where you met Carlos in an apron making breakfast. You leaned against the door frame watching him from a far and smiling at the scene before you.

“Carlos” You said after a while making him look up to the side at you.

“Mi amor..” He said quietly not sure how you would react. He stopped everything he was doing as you approached him and stood in front of him.

He was completely surprised when you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. He thought he was dreaming. He hugged you tighter closing his eyes and kissing your head.

“Thank you” You whispered.

“For what, baby?”

“For staying last night” He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you which you happily welcomed and kissed him back.

A gentle and slow kiss turned into a fast and passionate one in a matter of seconds. Before you knew it you were lying back in your bed as he was hovering over you pinning your hands above your head.

“I swear you were all I could think about all this time” He mumbled against your skin leaving a trail of kisses down your neck towards your stomach as he removed the towel off you.

Every part of your body craved him. You were dying for him to touch you and make you feel the way no one else ever could.

“Touch me, please” You whimpered and he obliged sliding his hand down to your wet crotch.

“Baby, you’re so wet already” He hissed proudly knowing that he’s the only one who can have you soaking wet within seconds.

“I missed you” You justified yourself by confirming the statement you confessed to him last night.

He slipped his fingers inside you and with the other hand he started rubbing your clit. He was pumping in and out of you teasingly slowly making you buck up your hips. “Does that feel good?” He asked.

“Yeah” You moan.

His lips quickly replace his fingers as he starts circling his tongue around your clit his hands now moved to your hips holding down to keep you from fidgeting as you cum all over his tongue.

“That’s it baby” He murmured licking off your juices that were dripping out of you. “You taste so sweet”

He hovers over you again putting his lips on yours pushing his tongue in for you to taste yourself, but you’re impatient to feel him inside you, all of him.

“You wanna take it?” He asks and you eagerly nod your head. He took his cock in his hand giving it a few strokes and grunting as he teased your clit with his tip. Feeling the warmth of your pussy he started leaking the precum before he aligned himself with your entrance.

“I’ll go slow baby, okay?” He leaned on his elbows over to you leaving a soothing kiss on your cheek. As he was trying to enter you he reminded you how big he was because you could never forget.

You winced whimpering as he pushed himself in and cooed you softly. “It’s okay, it’s okay” He was kissing you all over your face and neck staying still until you got used to the feeling of him.

Once he felt you calm down under him he asked “Can I move baby?”

“Please”

That’s all it took for him to start thrusting in you slowly at first and then faster and deeper. The way he was stretching you out hitting your deepest spot knocking the air out of your lungs it had you seeing stars.

“You’re doing so good, so so good” He praised you as you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed him deeper inside you. You felt him getting closer as his movement started getting sloppier. “Baby I can’t hold back anymore, I’m gonna cum”

“Cum inside me” You whispered sending him over the edge. You reached your climax as well as you felt him twitch inside you and fill you in streams. Both of you rode out the waves of pleasure moaning and grasping on to each other. Once both of your breathing calmed down he pulled out of you and left little kisses all over your stomach making you blush.

“I love you Carlos” You whisper tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Mi niña” He smiled coming back up to face you. “I love you too. I’ll never let you slip out of my fingers ever again.”

“I’ll go home with you.”

[daydreams-after-dark]

Scientist Chan part 3 of ∞

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader (with special guest Prof. Lee Minho)

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Scientist Christopher is conducting sex experiments on you. Join him as he tests your limits, bringing in his colleagues along the way, holding presentations and demonstrations. This is unhinged and wild, and will contain a lot of adult only content. Please check content warnings on each instalment.

In part 1, Chris introduced sexual intercourse into the experiment, which was a success.

In part 2, he explored your reaction to various sexual positions, and introduced anal penetration while on a video call with Professor Lee Minho

Unhinged level 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Part 3 Summary: Professor Lee Minho visits to assist with the experiment of double penetration.

A/n: I’m back with another scientist experiment. Although I’m starting to think it might not be a legit experiment 😵‍💫 I hope you enjoy this instalment… I’m nervous 🫣

CW: where do I start? 😵‍💫 cum eating, vaginal and anal penetration (dildos and penises), forced orgasms, cream pie, rough sex, scientific (not really) situation, videotaping sexual acts, double pen, squirting, oral sex (m and f rec), restraints (strapping down onto bed, ball gag), stretch kink, size kink, I hope I haven’t forgotten anything.

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"You wanted to see me, Chris?" you say as you enter his office-slash-experiment room.

He looks up from his notes and gives you a tired smile. "Yes," he taps the couch beside him, gesturing you to take a seat.

Wordlessly, you sit down beside him.

"Now, tomorrow Professor Lee will be visiting." he begins. You shift in the seat. You're nervous, but excited about what is going to happen.

"I wanted to reassure you that all the regular rules will still be in place. You have your safeword and gestures, and we will ensure we don't push you too far before you're ready." he looks you in the eye. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that, yes?"

You nod. "Yes, Chris. I know. I understand. But... how are you feeling about this? Sharing your experiment with someone? Letting another researcher touch your test subject?"

Chris looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "I've been really looking forward to it. But to be completely honest with you I'm also nervous. So far it's just been you and me." he reaches out to hold your hand. "I'm not sure how I am going to go with sharing. But at the same time, we need other's to know about our experiments."

You nod in agreement. "So," you slide onto your knees on the floor in front of him. "Tell me what I should expect of tomorrow's activities." you purr, reaching for his belt. This isn't experiment time, so you're free to do whatever you feel like. Right now, you want to ease Chris's tension.

"Well," he says shakily, watching you slowly unclasp his belt and then pop the button on his trousers. "We'll set up the cameras. All angles this time. Professor Lee will...ngh...fuck...arrive." You free his semi hard cock from the confines of his trousers. "He'll be bringing some devices...god...your mouth...so warm...He wants you restrained while he inspects you and prepares you for his cock...yeah, like that...good girl..."

You take him into your mouth as far as you can, while stroking the remainder of his length with your hand.

"The goal...ngh...for you to take two cocks...fuck... so good..."

You take your time pleasuring Chris, making him feel good. You love the sounds he makes when you give him head. You love when he surrenders to you, letting you do whatever you want to him.

You take him even deeper into your mouth. You know he loves the feeling of being lodged in your throat.

“Ngh…I’m fucking close, Babygirl. Gonna..”

You sit back on your knees and open your mouth wide as he stands and strokes himself, painting your tongue in his thick white cum. He reaches down and closes your mouth.

"Swallow." he says softly. You do, then open your mouth to show him you’ve swallowed everything he’s given you.

"Good girl."

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"Good afternoon, Chris. Good to see you." Professor Lee is handsome, and you relax slightly when you see him. He’s young, like Chris, with almond shaped eyes and dark brown hair.

"This must be your lovely test subject. Pleased to meet you young lady." He shakes your hand. "It's nice to finally put a face to the pussy." he smirks. "Shall we set everything up?" he turns to Chris.

The two men waste no time setting up the lighting and the cameras around the examination bed. They fashion an overhead camera to capture everything from a birds-eye view, another camera that will capture your facial expressions, a few that will film everything going on below the waist, and a hand held camera for close ups.

"Put this around your neck." Chris slid a microphone around your neck. The only thing you were wearing.

You catch a glimpse of Professor Lee unpacking his devices and see him retrieve two large dildos. One was extremely long and clear, with the entire length covered in ridges. The other was extra thick and also very long.

You glance at Chris to see an unhinged expression on his face, and it makes you want to be a good little test subject for them.

"Okay, lay down. Professor Lee needs to do his own inspections and tests before we begin." Chris pats the bed.

You do as instructed, laying down flat on the bed, while Chris explains to Lee that the end section of the examination table can be detached and removed for ease of access.

"Okay, open your legs for me and hold them up." Professor Lee instructs, and he removes the end of the bed. He sits himself on the swivel stool that Chris often uses, and takes in the sight before him.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth. "It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." he swallows hard. He pushes down on the underside of your thighs with the palms of his hands, and uses his thumbs to spread your labia. You try not to moan.

He runs a thumb up your slit and lifts the hood of your clitoris. "Everything is perfect." he mumbles.

He grabs his camera to take a few photos of your pussy, then sets it down.

He turns to Chris. "I need to try something. Pass me one of your vibrators." he stretches out his hand impatiently, and Chris hands it to him.

He turns it in to the highest setting but he doesn't touch you with it. Instead, he just spreads your lips open and waits.

"Chris. You need to be filming this. If what you say you've noticed is correct we should be seeing...Yes...Yes, there it is. See the arousal oozing out of her!" he says excitedly.

You know what they're talking about. As soon as the vibrator had been turned on, your cunt was clenching. Your breath had quickened, and you desperately felt the need to be filled.

"She's aroused by just the sound. Let's see if she'll climax."

Both men watch you intently as you feel an orgasm building. Your mind can’t help but imagine them fucking you with the vibrator. Better yet, one of them fucking you with their cock while pressing the vibrator to your clit.

"She's close." Chris states as you start to writhe on the bed and grind your hips against nothing.

"Please...need to come." you whimper.

"Come for us. Nobody's stopping you." Lee says.

"C-can't...need more..." you cry.

"Come for us or else we'll abandon the experiment." he growls.

"Oh...fuck...ngh..." Your back arches off the bed as you sob through the most frustrating orgasm of your life.

"Yes... good girl." Lee praises, and releases his hands. "Did you take note of the timing etc?"

Chris nods. "Yes. Now for the restraints. Y/n, this next experiment is to monitor your body's reaction to being stimulated whilst under a captive situation. We'll be strapping you down to the bed." He explains as the two scientists fix a strap across your chest and abdomen, with your arms tucked into your sides, so that you can't lift off the bed.

Your legs are tied up into the standard stirrups you have used before, so you're spread open wide.

Finally, a ball gag is secured in your mouth, then another, small strap secures your head to the bed. You're not sure why you need a microphone at this point, but figure they want to capture any sound you make, whether it's muffled or not.

You can't move or speak, but a little buzzer is placed in your hand if you want to stop anything that is happening to you.

The scientists work silently. You're not sure what they are doing until finally you feel something press against your ass. You assume its a dildo covered in cold lube, and you silently gasp when you feel it breach your rim. A thumb rubs your clit gently as the dildo pushes in a tiny bit further. They don't rush, taking their time to insert the dildo bit by bit. From what you can tell, it's the ribbed dildo, and your eyes roll into the back of your head just imagining it penetrating you.

Deeper and deeper you feel the dildo filling you, and tears prickle your eyes. How much more are they going to push inside? You moan and try to move against the restraints.

"You have your buzzer if you need." Chris reassures you. "You're doing so well. This is the deepest you've ever taken anything. It's longer than my cock."

"Just a little more." Lee states as he gives the dildo one last push. "There we go."

It's so deep you're not sure if this is even safe anymore, but your worry turns to pleasure as soon as you feel a warm, wet mouth on your pussy. A tongue swirls around your vaginal opening and then licks at your clit. You're sure its Professor Lee, and when he growls against you know for sure.

As he laps at your pussy hungrily, his tongue reaching for the depths of your cunt, you start to sob. This is going to be too much. You're not going to survive this experiment. You're already reduced to a quivering mess and they've barely started.

Lee tugs on the dildo, allowing it to slip out part way, then pushes it back inside you. Once, twice, and you're fucking coming all over his face. Who is this man?

Lee laps up your arousal, mumbling at the taste and how hard it's making him, then his mouth is gone.

It's so hard to breath with your mouth gagged like this, trying to get as much oxygen through your nose as possible. You've barely recovered from your orgasm when you feel another device, this time at your vagina. The thick dildo.

"She's so tight from her orgasms it's hard to push in." Lee comments.

"That happens, you just need to put some force behind it." Chris advises.

"hmmmmm!" You push against the restraints again, as you're stretched open with the dildo.

"Shh... Babygirl. We wouldn't have pushed so hard if we didn't think you could take it." soothes Chris, stroking your thigh.

You relax slightly at his touch and Lee is able to push the dildo in a little further.

He gives you some time for your body to adjust, and then starts to fuck you gently with both dildos.

You're so full, so stretched. The dildos are so deep inside you. But as Lee fucks you with them slowly and relentlessly, you feel the pleasure building once more.

"Get right in with the camera, Chris. We need to document this in as much detail as possible. Note her quivering legs. She'll almost at her limit. Do you think you've prepared her well enough for both our cocks?"

A moment’s silence passes.

"She's ready." Chris announces.

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Chris is lying on his back on the examination bed. He’s fully naked, so nothing can obstruct the view of what is about to unfold. "You need to straddle me." he gestures for you to climb on top. "We're just going to start with one cock, that's it, slide down on it...yes..." he says with a strained voice.

Professor Lee stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock as he watches you ride Chris. "She swallows you up perfectly." he states as he grabs your hips and guides you up and down Chan's cock.

"Her cunt's moulded to the shape of my cock, that's why." he puffs.

"Hmm, well when I'm done, her ass will be moulded to the shape of mine." he presses the tip of his lubricated cock to your ass.

The ball gag has been removed now and you're free to make all the noise you want. You're already whimpering from the anticipation of being fucked by two men at once.

You're held still as Lee presses himself into you. "Good girl. Good girl. Relax for me. That's it. You're opening up. Mmm...tight little ass, stretching so well." he hisses.

You nestle your head in the crook Chris's neck. His strong arms hold you close against him.

You’re an absolute puddle of a mess. Your body is weak and pliable, and you’re mumbling incoherently between sobs. All you can think about is how aroused you are, and how incredible it feels to be experimented on like this.

You grip Chris’s arms as Lee very slowly inches his way into your ass.

“We’ve got you.” Chris reassures you. “So good taking two of us. Tell us, how does it feel?”

“It…it’s so much. I’m so full. You’re gonna split me in two…please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Talk to us.” He strokes your hair affectionately.

“Please…fuck me…love the…stretch…don’t stop fucking me.” you try to push back against the cocks, making Lee growl enthusiastically.

He grips your hips, and does his best to move faster and thrust deeper. It’s not as vigourous as it would be if it was just his cock, and you wonder what it might feel like if he wasn’t restricted by Chan inside you. Then you wonder what it might feel like if they both fucked the same hole.

“Harder… make me come!” You can’t help yourself. You want to be completely wrecked by the end of this.

“She likes it rough, perhaps?” Ponders Lee. “Maybe we should do a separate experiment exploring her pain tolerance. Kim Seungmin’s specialty.”

The two scientist’s do their best to fuck you hard, but they are slowed down by how tight the fit is. Nevertheless, all three of you are on the verge of climaxing, and it doesn’t take long for Chris to empty himself inside you with a long deep growl.

With a flick of a button, Lee lowers the bed, adjusting the height, as he guides you off Chris’s cock so you’re kneeling on the bed. You think your legs are going to give way, but the professor is strong, holding you up with ease.

“You want it harder, hmm? Well brace yourself, kitten.” He slams into your ass, over and over.

“I’ll get a specimen jar ready, she might squirt.” Chris says excitedly as he slips out from under you.

He holds a jar nearby as Lee continues to fuck your brains out. The slapping sound of skin on skin is nothing short of brutal, and you’re practically screaming from the impact.

“Fuck! Fuck! Coming!!!!” You sob as your orgasm hits, and as predicted, you squirt all over the bed.

“Got some.” States Chris.

But the thrusting hasn’t ceased. If anything, Professor Lee has lost his mind chasing his own orgasm, relentlessly pounding into you.

“Fuck!” He moans and comes deep inside your ass, emptying every last drop inside your warmth.

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You’re cleaned up and allowed to dress, as the scientists furiously jot down notes of their observations while it’s still fresh.

Then you’re sat down for a debrief and to report your experience of the experiment. The men take down everything you say, as well as record your responses on camera.

After much discussion between Chris and Professor Lee, they decide you are ready for two new experiments.

“We believe you’re ready for double vaginal penetration.” Chris advises.

“And also to explore pain and degradation with Dr Seungmin.”

“How do you feel about that, Babygirl?”

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