#while kat is demanding attention

[sesshy380]

The results of hyperfixation on OC and an AU @resuri-art and I briefly talked about (I have no idea if this will ever result in anything more than an excuse to randomly draw Kat)

In the AU, TKB is a human who is dating Ryou, who is a Vampire, and Kat, who is a werecat. Ryou and Kat are just queerplatonic friends who happen to share a boyfriend.

I present WereKat

[irisintheafterglow]

angst/fluff. minor injuries and swearing

there you are. c'mon, baby. claw your way out.

war is tearing across katsuki's mind, his head telling him that you were an adversary while the rest of him says he needs to get you out of danger. all according to plan, just as his friends predicted.

"i thought he was supposed to be undercover, radio silent until he reported back to the office." your eyelid is sore from twitching in pure irritation; one, that this was happening in the first place, and two, that you were brought to katsuki's work at some unholy hour of the morning. "how the hell did you guys lose someone that loud?"

"that's your boyfriend we're talking about," kaminari points out and you give him an impatient frown.

"i know," you say slowly. "he's also received more noise complaints than property damage reports. you're telling me you lost track of the noisiest pro since present mic retired?"

"we didn't lose track of him," kirishima corrects carefully. "some villain's quirk messed with his head, and now we're not getting any responses for check-ins. he should have been back a week ago, but attempts to send in exfil have been encountering...obstacles." you can tell he's trying to be delicate with you, but if there was one thing you and katsuki had in common, it was a low tolerance for beating around the bush.

"i just don't understand what i'm doing here, eiji," you admit tiredly. of all the people in this room, mostly katsuki's classmates from back in high school, it was hard to direct your anger at your boyfriend's redheaded best friend. kirishima was practically your brother in law considering how many times he'd crashed at your house after a night out with katsuki. "what am i supposed to do except be the worried-sick partner?"

"about that," begins sero, another one of kats' friends from UA. he's the last pro that was sent in to attempt to grab katsuki, and remnants of that battle are still littered across his taped-up limbs. "we want you to test a hunch."

"a hunch," you echo in disbelief. "i'm here at three in the morning on a hunch?"

"from what we've gathered about the villain who captured bakugo, their quirk rewrites brain signals to name everyone but the 'boss' as an enemy, and whoever's in charge has to specify which people they don't want to be annihilated." kirishima's confidence wavers for the first time since you'd met him. "we think that...maybe you can get through to him."

"a villain kidnapped my boyfriend and you want me to bait him out of its spell?"

"basically, yeah," kaminari shrugs a little too nonchalantly and mina elbows him in the sternum.

"i'm sorry, where the hell are you getting this information from?"

"the man himself," kaminari replies with his palms up and you settle back into your seat, not realizing that you'd stood from your swivel chair in your outburst. "there are brief moments when the exfil agents seemed to get through to him, and all he'd talk about is you and how the only thing he remembers is you."

"look, we know this is scary." mina is still in her nightgown, having been summoned at the same time as you, yet she kneels down next to your chair anyways. "we wouldn't be asking you to go in if we had any other choices."

"it's not only us who need you," sero states. "he needs you to get him out, too."

right, and that's how you ended up in a rundown castle in the middle of the mountains with a henchman's knife pressing against your throat.

following the plan, you allowed yourself to be caught by the perimeter guards under the pretense of demanding a meeting with 'the puppet king,' the villain who could subject anyone to become his bodyguard if he touched their body. once captured, you would first be taken to the new second-in-command, your mind-controlled boyfriend.

when you first arrived to the wing of the castle where katsuki was stationed, you knew you needed to grab his attention. before he could address you, you forced the sharp end of the guard's blade to rest precariously against your jugular. his reaction was instinctive, like his body was moving faster than his brain. katsuki threw his arm up fired off a single blast that, at the last moment, curved to the right of the guard's head, leaving your captor paralyzed in fear with his weapon still against your skin. he was in there, but he was still under some kind of mind-control.

because the attack wouldn't have missed otherwise.

"that's it, kats. fight back," you murmur and the henchman's grip on you tightens.

"quiet, you. what are you doing to him?" you make a noise somewhere between a groan and a wince, and katsuki notices. "move again, and i swear i'll--"

"i wouldn't do that if i were you," you warn quietly at the same moment katsuki fixes the guard with a withering glare. his mind may be distant, but his body remembers exactly what it needs to do. "this isn't between us and him right now. it's between him and himself, and i'm going to make sure he wins."

"make him stop or i'll kill you right now," the guard hisses in your ear.

"i'd love to see you try," you counter without taking your eyes off of him. his hands clutch the stone bricks of the castle walls while his neck twists from side to side, desperately trying to choose what unheard voice of reason to listen to. "i know you're in there. come and get me."

"oi, dynamight. you know what to do. take care of them," your captor orders. "shut them up for good."

"you gonna let him talk to me like that, katsuki?" any further encouragement is cut short by the hitch in your throat, feeling the sharp edge ever so slightly start to sink into your flesh. you gasp as a single warm drop trickles down your neck and onto your collarbone.

"open your mouth one more time and i'll make sure you never do it again--fuck!" before he can finish his threat, the guard is abruptly knocked backward by one precise shot to his shoulder. freed, you kick his torso into the bricks behind you and he slumps to the ground, unconscious.

"eiji, i've got him," you announce with your pointer finger to the transmitter in your ear. "go ahead and move to phase two."

in less than a blink, katsuki's expression of concern is all you can see after he tears off his gloves to cautiously take your face in his hands. his gaze blinks rapidly all over your face, scanning and absorbing and assessing whatever it was he missed while he wasn't himself.

"baby," he breathes, practically in shambles when he sees the cut on your neck. "baby, what are you--why are--what are you doing here?"

"i'm getting you out," you whisper back. he swallows thickly, his face more broken than you'd ever seen him. "now we've gotta go before you somehow get put back under. eiji and your friends are taking care of the villain. for now, we've just gotta get out of here."

"did i--did i do this?" his face is pale and he can't stop staring at your neck. "did i hurt you?"

"no, no, no. never," you insist. "i know you wouldn't. you made sure that this wasn't any worse." you tilt his chin so he can meet your eyes. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't trust you entirely, katsuki."

"you're here." you can't tell if he's grounding you or himself. maybe it's both.

"mhmm. i'm right here." explosions shake the foundation of the castle in what you can only assume to be the beginnings of the infiltration. katsuki snarls and tightens his grip around your waist.

"i'm going to kill them for sending you in here in the first place," he declares, a familiar scowl finally making its way back onto his handsome face. "what the fuck were they thinking, sending my damn partner in to save me? those shitwipes and their stupid ideas." there he is.

"ask them that yourself," you reply with a small smile, feeling a little lighter than you had been in a week. "for now, please get me out of here. i never wanna be on one of your missions ever again."

"that makes two of us."

according to the press, there was hell to pay back at the agency when dynamight finally got a hold of cellophane, red riot, and chargebolt, the pros who led the team to extract him. rumors of your involvement never became widespread, but katsuki made sure to keep a picture of you in his toolbelt in the event that he was taken from you again.

[andypantsx3]

I love the TodoReaderBaku polycule idea!! I imagine them pushing the others buttons in the morning as they get ready for work and then you come home late that evening to them snoozing and cuddled up together in their sleep on the couch while they wait for you. They(bakugou) already made dinner but they didn’t want to eat without you 🥹💕

This is soooo cute omg you are giving me big domestic tdbkreader feelies. 🥺 I hope it's okay that I wrote you a lil something inspired by this.

contents: shouto x reader x bakugou, established relationship, domestic fluff, gender neutral reader, sfw, 1k

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

It's late, the sun already streaming in through your windows, pooling in streaks of pale gold across your floor. From where you're wrapped up in the blankets you can just make out a pair of Shouto's discarded pants laying across the floor, Katsuki's folded with military precision atop the hamper. You stretch, joints popping, until the sound of voices draws your attention again.

"The fuck is that supposed to be, huh?" comes Katsuki's growl from beyond the door.

Shouto's low tone answers him, his voice soft and almost indecipherable. You can tell the two of them haven't been up for much longer than you by the rasp in Katsuki's voice, the deep hum of Shouto's. "They are Julie Anne."

There is an incredulous pause, and you can almost see the expression on Katsuki's face. Barely awake, you just manage to stifle your own laugh into the blanket when Shouto's meaning comes to you, and Katsuki's scandalized inhale makes you smile harder.

"It's julienne, dumbfuck. Who the hell is Julie Anne?" he demands.

"They are julienne, then," Shouto says placidly, which you know grinds Katsuki's gears even more than defensiveness.

"This is half a fucking carrot, I said cut 'em tiny!" Katsuki hisses.

Shouto says something in reply you can't quite make out, and Katsuki all but growls—except then there's the softest, slick sound of a kiss, and you know Shouto has pulled out his ultimate move to quiet your boyfriend down.

"Think you can just do whatever because you're cute," Katsuki mutters after a moment, but his tone gives him away. It's easily a thousand degrees warmer than it was moments before, and you can tell by the sound of his voice that the tips of his ears are scarlet.

A helplessly fond smile pulls at your mouth as you stretch again, and you figure you should get out to the kitchen now that the waters have calmed.

The process of unrolling yourself from the blankets takes a minute, and then you spend another few hunting around for the shirt and pants Shouto flung off of you somewhere last night, and a few more brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Something is hissing on the stove by the time you make it out to the kitchen, and the room smells mouthwatering.

Shouto has apparently been exiled to the far side of the island, and your boyfriend turns to you, his hair a little flatted on the left side, red strands tangling up with the white. His long fingers clutch a glass of orange juice, and he looks so adorably morning-ruffled and sweet you almost fall over your feet in your haste to kiss him.

"Good morning, love," he says, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He's warm and tastes like fresh oranges, and his bare chest is almost too beautifully sculpted in the morning sun. You let him pull you into his lap, and only get a little flustered with the way his arm muscle cords as he does so.

He hooks his arms around you, pressing his mouth into your shoulder, and you shiver with the delicious warmth of him along your back.

"Thought you mighta died in there," Katsuki says, scarlet eyes finding yours over the counter. "'S late for you."

He's bare chested too, miles of golden skin on display in his low-slung grey sweatpants and your mouth goes a little dry just looking at him.

"Luckily someone set the bickering boyfriend alarm," you say, eyes barely finding their way back up to his face.

Katsuki grins, a wicked thing, and leans over the counter to seize your mouth, a long-fingered hand cupping your chin. He tastes like coffee, an indulgence he only allows himself on weekends, and he slides you a matching mug when he finally lets your mouth free, having to return to the rolled omelette he's making.

"I might be in love with you," you say gratefully, taking a sip, reveling in how good it is. Katsuki only does freshly ground—a million miles better than the instant powder or coffee pods you brew yourself on your way out to work. You're definitely in love.

"Then I might be inclined to let you have some of this," Katsuki says. The motion of his arm as he flaps the dishtowel over his shoulder is notably smug.

You settle back into Shouto, sipping your drinks together quietly as you watch a traditional Japanese breakfast come together under Katsuki's talented hands. He plates up rice, his rolled omelette, and then a sauteed kale stem and carrot salad off the stove—so that's what the julienne talk was about. Then grilled fish is laid over the top of the rice, and Katsuki lays out another side of soup and several tiny plates of carved fruits.

Shouto helps you off of his lap gently when it's finished, and Katsuki crowds you into your own chair between the two of them, charging another kiss for his efforts. You pay up eagerly, the meal and the man in front of you equally delicious.

"Eat it all," Katsuki demands of Shouto over your shoulder as he takes his own seat, pointing his chopsticks like a weapon at him. "You overused your quirk in Bunkyo yesterday, y'need to make up the energy deficit."

Shouto hums, used to Katsuki's bossiness.

You have to suppress an appreciative groan when the first bite of breakfast hits your mouth. The fish is fresh and sweet and the rice is warm and fluffy. As with anything Katsuki makes, it's cookbook perfect.

"It's sooo good," you say, your usual—though heartfelt—platitude. "Really good. Thank you both."

"It is made with love," Shouto specifies, his tone low and earnest in that disarming way he has. In the corner of your vision, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but pointedly does not deny it.

You take another bite, hiding your smile in a mouthful of sauteed kale stem and badly-julienned carrot.

[poison-into-positivity]

a lot of folks have been giving attention to my post about calling HBO Max about OFMD, so while we’ve got our phones out, here are some tips to call your representatives and demand for a permanent ceasefire in Gaza.

If you’re in the US, this website makes it super easy to call your representatives. They ask for your zip code and phone number, and from there, they’ll call you and patch you through to the offices of your representative and senators. They provide a script, too, so it’s super quick and painless.

but if you’re like me and making phone calls makes you super nervous, I highly recommend calling after hours, or on weekends. Usually these offices close at 5pm local time, so during this time your call will go to voicemail and you can just leave a message without talking to anybody.

“but Kat, I don’t even know who my elected officials are!” good news! this website can tell you who your representative is, and this one will tell you who your senators are.

Obviously this is only for people in the States, if anyone has the info for other countries please feel free to add!

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Kat. That's all I'm gonna say. That and Ilysm. Thank you! Also, fuckin' dumb ass fonts and my dumb ass. Ty, Mack, for pointing that out. It looked so normal on my end!

Kat's Idea ::: All I'm saying is...coughs Hanma fucking her brutally and brat taming her while reader is gossiping and on the phone at the same time as he smokes and just listens in while plunging into her causally

C/W ::: Hanma x Bimbo.F.Reader, gossipy slut getting fucked while he smokes and blatantly eavesdrops while he's pounding her into the mattress, unprotected sex

MDNI under the cut please and thank you

"Yoooo, she did - nghh - she did what? Fuck. I can't stand that bitch." Your eyes rolled back into your head as Hanma hit that sweet spot deep inside of you while you gossiped on the phone to your BFOTW (Best Friend Of The Week - you changed friends like you changed panties). Hanma always got a kick out of how fickle you were about who you surrounded yourself with. But ultimately, they were all fucking idiots.

Your stupid was just a little more special brand than theirs, though. He didn't find it endearing, per se. But he always found it entertaining. And Hanma was nothing if he wasn't an opportunist for entertainment. Especially when he was fucking you.

He lit a smoke and turned his face to blow it away from you while languidly gliding his cock in and out of your dripping hole. You were so wet for him, even with the phone in your hand. You were such a brat, too, always demanding his attention. But he could never deny you.

"Oh my god, bitch. That's insane! She really thinks that shit's gonna work on him? She must be stupid or something. God, I'm so glad I don't have to deal with her anymore." You giggled as Hanma slowly rubbed your clit, his touch feather light and teasing.

He winked at you and pinched your clit and nipples simultaneously, holding his cigarette between his lips.

You put your friend on speaker but muted the mic so you could talk to him. "Shu ... fuuuck feel s'good, baby. Can't wait for you to cum in me. Missed your cock all day." You whispered to him, your eyes half-closed with pleasure.

Hanma just chuckled and kept smoking, fucking you slowly, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt clenching around him.

You unmuted your phone and got back to your superficial bestie. "Are you busy?" They asked, hearing the telltale slapping sounds in the background of your call.

"Mm? Whuh? Oh! Haha, no, not busy, not really. Han is here with me. We're just fucking and stuff. You know how it is." You said casually, as if it was normal to be getting your pussy pounded while gossiping on the phone.

"Oh my god, you slut!" Your friend yelled at you.

"What? Don't tell me you've never been fucked while you're on the phone? Loser. God." You laughed, reaching out to brush Hanma's bangs back away from his sweat-covered face. "So beautiful, Han. Love you so much, baby. Anyway, girl. Did he buy that bullshit she was tryna sell him?"

Hanma pulled back nearly all the way out of you and then slammed back into you roughly, making you gasp and moan into the phone.

"Fuck, baby! Fuck that dick's so good! Just like that. Harder, please." You whined, forgetting that your friend was on the line.

"Should I let you guys ... oh, I don't know, you need to go?"

"Bitch please, 'm just gettin' dicked down by my man. 'S not a big deal, girl."

"Han, baby, can you fuck me harder, please? I wanna cum s'bad." You begged, pouting at him as he lazily stroked your clit and fucked you deep and slow.

He grabbed you by the throat and laughed. "You don't tell me how to do this. Got it, princess? I fuck you how I wanna fuck you and you enjoy it." He growled at you, squeezing your neck just enough to make you whimper.

"Sorry, baby. Won't happen again." You whispered, your voice hoarse from his grip.

Hanma smirked and let you go, reaching over for his smoke and taking a long drag. "Good girl. Now shut the fuck up and let me cum in you." He said, his voice low and dangerous.

"Yes, daddy. Anything you want. Love you so much. You make me so happy."

"Yeah? Tell me how happy you are, princess. Make me cum in your tight little cunt." Hanma cooed at you as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, angling himself to hit that perfect spot inside of you.

You moaned loudly and grabbed his hand, pressing it against your clit, begging for him to touch you. "Please, Han, please. Need it so bad. Love you so fucking much. You make me feel so fucking good." You said again.

Hanma smiled at you and rubbed your clit just how you liked it, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head. "Yeah, that's it, baby."

You started to tell your friend you had to get off of the phone now but he stopped you. "No. Stay on the phone. Want your dumbass friends to hear how fuckin' good I make you feel." He tipped his chin up, gesturing at you to tell the idiot you were talking on the phone to about how amazing he felt thrusting in and out of you.

"(Stupid friend's name) I - oh sh-shit - I'm getting the best dick of my life right now. Do you have any idea what the fuck that's like?" You moaned into the pillow next to your face on the bed. Hanma took another smoke from his pack and lit it, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right at your face.

You inhaled defiantly and raised your hips to meet his. "Mm, so good. Right there, baby. Keep going."

"(Stupid friend's name), I can't even fucking talk right now. His dick feels so fucking good, and he's rubbing my clit with his fingers, and his other hand is all over me, and he's - nghh - fucking me so good. God, I'm gonna cum so hard." You cried out, reaching out to grab Hanma's cheek, pulling his face down towards yours for a kiss.

"You like this cock, baby? You like how it fucks you? Hm? Tell your little friend how much you love me." Hanma growled in your ear, biting your neck and making you cry out in pleasure.

"I love you so fucking much, Han. I don't know what I would do without you. You make me feel so fucking good. I want to be yours forever. I love you so fucking much."

Your friend couldn't believe what they were hearing. You were basically professing your love for Hanma while he fucked you, right there on the phone with them. They couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Hanma smirked at you and took your phone out of your hand, pressing it against his ear. "Hey there, bitch. What's your name? Mm, well, I'm Shuji, of course. But you can call me never. I'm hangin' up now cuz my girl needs to give me her full attention. Stay tuned. Or don't. I really don't give a fuck what you do."

He hung up the phone, put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand and hooked his arms under yours and locked them around your back. He pulled you up against him, pressing your chests together as he fucked you hard and deep.

"That's it, princess. Let me hear you moan for me. Fuck, you sound so good." Hanma groaned, biting your neck again as you whimpered and writhed beneath him.

"Han, baby, please, can I cum? Please, let me cum for you. I love you so much," he laughed in your face at how needy you'd become over something as stupid as his cock. But he loved it. He couldn't deny that he loved it, a lot.

"Mm, since you asked so nicely, I suppose you can cum, princess." He said, smiling down at you as he fucked you faster and harder, hitting your clit just right as he pounded into you.

You cried out and came hard, clenching around him as your body shook and trembled with pleasure. "Fuck, Han. So fucking good. Thank you so much, baby."

Hanma moaned and thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over your stomach and rubbing it around with the palm of his hand. He drew a little heart into the cum spread around on your pudgy belly.

"There. Love you too. It's written in the cum."

"Han?"

"What?"

"I think the phrase is 'It's written in the stars."

"No, 's not."

@katkusuo @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @southside-otaku

[puckthisshift]

2024 Writing Wrap Up

I blame @sportspuckball and @fleurywiththesave for me posting this. Thanks wonderful friends.

I published 14 fics this past year, and still I somehow feel like I didn't have a productive year. I'm that person, I guess. It's mostly MattDrai, with the exception of one Sens fic (because I'm also that person).

All fics below the cut

MattDrai

One-shots

act like I don't care what you did (E, 6.4k): Matthew had grabbed Draisaitl’s thigh mostly by accident, but he wasn’t going to let that asshole know about that. But after making some promises, he finagles a bid for the winner’s room so he can deliver. And then some. How else is a guy supposed to get an apology out of Draisaitl?

I was done, the deal was signed (M, 41k): A marriage pact made between rivals was never meant to come to fruition. But in 2032, Leon Draisaitl is playing one last season, hoping to finally win a cup. He didn't expect Matthew Tkachuk to even remember the pact, let alone to hold him to it. And he definitely didn't expect happily ever after.

lift your hearts to the horizon (M, 14k): In which Matthew slut-shames Leon’s wandering heart, Leon makes declarations like the romance novel hero he is, and we ignore the rules of physics in favor of magic.

make this bed get squeaky (E, 8.7k): The Oilers win their series against the Flames and Leon feels like he deserves a reward. Showing up at Tkachuk’s house for a booty call feels like the natural next step.

no one's ever had me (not like you) (E, 17k): Matthew gets drafted by the Oilers knowing that if he makes the show, he’ll be expected to mate with one of the unmated Alphas. And Matthew wants to have it all: sex and hockey and a baby - and there’s only one Alpha he wants that with.

something happens when everybody finds out (T, 3.8k): Matthew had a plan for how to tell his family about his boyfriend. This wasn’t it.

welcome to the family business, you're already in this (M, 10k): The handshake line has one life-changing revelation for Leon Draisaitl.

when I just did my makeup so nice (E, 9.6k): Leon sneaks out of the team hotel and into a queer club. He doesn't expect to meet his dream guy, all dressed up and ready for Leon to make a mess of. For Leon, being down bad is an understatement.

you don't know why, but you're dying to try (E, 9.3k): The pissiest guy on earth visits the happiest place on earth in the summer of 2016. He keeps running into this annoying teenager while in line. With a little help from a mermaid princess, the pissy prince might even… kiss the boy.

you'll find that you were never not mine (T, 10k): Leon goes from moping over his ex beating him to the Cup to flying to St. Louis in the hopes of getting another shot at their relationship. All because of one single emoji

Multichapter and series

catch me, I'm falling (E, 9.8k): Matthew wakes up alone and confused the morning after saying Red to his one-night stand. He’s planning on going right to Biosteel Camp, but someone demands to take care of him.

And its partner flying head-first into fate (M, 4k): Leon just wanted Tkachuk's attention. He hadn't expected to get the honor of taking care of him when he was so vulnerable.

raise you to be good (E, 45k): This is our pack. Kat found it all on her own. It’s little, and broken, but it’s still good. More than good. It might be the best thing that’s ever happened to Matthew.

Chabby/Josh

Lentement (E, 2.1k): Josh is going to get what he wants. Chabby happens to be what he wants. Who he wants. Would be kind of nice to figure out what the fuck Chabby wants from him though.

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 17, Favorite book/story / “I wanted to share this with you”

--- --- ---

"cleaning day, huh?" Vio asked, leaning against the door jam of Red's room.

Red sat on his bed, a box of his childhood items sat abandoned.

"oh you know," Red muttered, putting aside the papers in his hand, "memory lane."

Vio gave a bittersweet look, sitting down beside Red.

"what are we looking at?" Vio asked, immediately going quiet as the photos of their past came flooding in.

a picture of Red and Vio, nine or ten years old. Red in a frilly pink dress and crown, and Vio in a vampire costume. halloween.

Vio never realized it. how scared Red looked. how sad his eyes were. Vio remembered that night. photos taken moments before disaster. moments before Red's mom got spooked by a teenager and demanded they head in for the night. Red has only gotten a few meagre pieces of candy, his pillowcase looking still hollow.

Vio sighed. he remembered smuggling coffee crisp and kit kats to his cousin during lunch breaks that year.

another photo, a summer pool party, sixth grade. Red sitting on the edge of a pool, only his feet in the pool, Vio beside him smiling. the day Vio learned that Red never had learned how to swim. He remembered getting yelled at by his aunt when one of their other relatives pushed Red in.

Red never wanted to go to the beach after that.

Vio sighed again, putting the photos back into the box with the rest. Rose coloured glasses had blurred the red flags in their childhood. Red flopped on his back. "i was so blind, wasn't i?" he wondered.

Vio joined him. "we were kids. of course we were."

"hey Vio?" Red called.

"yeah Red?" Vio answered.

"remember when we ran away and hid in your treehouse?" Red asked, "we thought we were so bad, eating baby carrots in there until i went home for dinner?"

"yeah," Vio smiled. "that was the day I got you hooked on the warrior cats series, right?"

"of course, VioletShadow." Red said with a sly grin.

"oh not that again, BerryHeart." Vio laughed.

Red laughed. "it's been a while since i thought of those books."

"i still have all of mine," Vio mentioned.

Red sat up abruptly. "where?" Red demanded. vio blushed. "uh, don't laugh." Vio muttered. "where." Red demanded.

--- Vio shoved aside his folded summer wear, the bottom of a storage tub lined with piles and piles of old books.

"oh. my. Hylia." Red breathed, reaching in and pulling out one of the copies.

"not a word to anyone about this." Vio muttered, pulling out another book. all of the spines were broken, the more loved copies having pages and pages dog eared to hell and back.

--- another day, Vio walked by Red's bedroom door, a faded piece of paper in hand.

"hey," he hissed, catching Red's attention. Red perked an eyebrow at him, temporarily putting down his phone. "what's up?"

Vio handed the papers to Red. "i wanted to share these with you," Vio left the room before Red had a moment to look at them. Red laughed, the childish drawings of Vio and his cat personas they had made. their own narrative drawn out pulling on fond memories. the drawing on the bottom though. it was newer. Vio's art style had changed, but his ability to draw cats hadn't. "to: berryheart. i'm glad you're in my clan now."

[thelittlestladylikesthis]

The Pink Rose, part 6

Part Six- July 8th/9th, 74 ADD

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x reader 

Word count: 2,780

Warnings: pet names, arguing, cursing, yelling

July 8th, 74 ADD

Haymitch invited [Y/n] to sit in on Katniss’ interview prep. After lunch, the three of them situated themselves in a triangle in the sitting room. Katniss sat down and hunched over to rest her elbows on her knees. Haymitch stayed standing and [Y/n] gracefully sat down, crossing her ankles. 

“What?” Katniss asked after an uncomfortable brief stare-down from Haymitch.

“I’m trying to figure out what to do with you,” he said, “How’re we gonna present you. Are you gonna be charming? Aloof? Fierce? So far, you’re shinin’. You volunteered to save your sister. Cinna made you look unforgettable. You’ve got the top training score. People are intrigued, but no one knows who you are,” 

“The impression you make tomorrow will decide exactly what we can secure for you in terms of sponsors,” [Y/n] added.

“What’s Peeta’s approach? Or am I not allowed to ask?” Katniss said stubbornly

“Likable. He has a sort of natural self-deprecating humor,” says Haymitch. “Whereas when you open your mouth, you come across more… hostile.”

“I do not!” Katniss almost yelled as her back straightened.

“Please. I don’t know where you pulled that cheery, wavy girl on the chariot from, but I haven’t seen her before or since,” nagged Haymitch.

“And you’ve given me so many reasons to be cheery,” she sneered back.

“Alright, knock it off you two!” [Y/n] demanded, “Katniss, you had to grow up fast and it shows- you’re an oldest child from the Seam. You know the struggle. You have your sister and… Gale? You probably feel comfortable in front of them, but being the center of attention is clearly a place you are not used to,”

Katniss nodded in understanding, “You seem to be pretty comfortable there,”

[Y/n] laughed, “I wasn’t always like that, and being used to it is not the same as being comfortable. Nowadays, I attract less attention if I dress pretty. If I were to show up for interviews wearing my normal 12 style, I think the Capital would riot. Such is the curse of being a beloved victor,”

“Exactly being a disliked victor is better,” Haymitch said proudly, “Besides, you don’t have to please us. we’re not going to sponsor you. So pretend we’re the audience,” he plopped into a chair. “Delight me.”

Haymitch conducted a mock interview with Katniss while [Y/n] took notes. Katniss tried to answer his questions in a likable way, but she was too angry with the whole thing. The longer the interview went on, the more her frustration began to show.

“All right, enough,” Haymitch said, “We’ve got to find another angle. Not only are you hostile, I don’t know anything about you. I’ve asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know about you, Katniss.”

“But I don’t want them to! They’re already taking my future! They can’t have the things that mattered to me in the past!” she complained.

“Then lie! Make something up!” Haymitch almost yelled back.

“I’m not good at lying,” Katniss said.

[Y/n] spoke up, “You should work on that Kat-” 

“Because you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug,” Haymitch interrupted. Realizing that might’ve been harsh, his voice softened, “Here’s an idea. Try acting humble.”

“Humble,” Katniss said quietly.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” [Y/n] mused, “Yes, you can’t believe a little girl from District Twelve has done this well. The whole thing’s been more than you ever could have dreamed of. Talk about Cinna’s clothes, how nice the people are, how dazzling the Capital is. If you won’t talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Gush- these people love themselves and what they have- use it- make them look like fools.”

Even this didn’t work for Katniss. The next couple of hours proved that she couldn’t gush, be cocky or arrogant, funny, sexy (that pained [Y/n] to even try), or mysterious. Somewhere between arrogant and funny, Haymitch started drinking. [Y/n] tried to slow him down, but he wouldn’t listen “I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you hate them.”

“He’s right Katniss-” [Y/n]

“Of course I’m right!” Haymitch shot before reeling back in at [Y/n]’s quick death glare.

She turned back to Katniss, “I was you once- but I made them like and they gave me things that kept me alive in that arena. Medicine. A bottle of fresh water. A blanket. We don’t know what your arena is, but securing sponsors is the most prepared you can be,”

Katniss sighed and nodded in understanding.

July 9, 74 ADD

Cinna, Portia, and Effie joined Haymitch and [Y/n] backstage after making up Katniss and Peeta. Peeta wore a striking black suit with flame accents to keep the theme going. Katniss wore an impressive gown designed by Cinna. The whole thing was covered in fire like jewels that looked like flames when she moved. The girl on fire. The gold accents painted on her skin shined and looked beautifully tasteful in contrast to her gown. Haymitch, [Y/n], and Effie were all dressed up for the occasion. Effie’s lavender dress matched her tall floral high heels and towering curly wig of almost the same hue of purple. Haymitch’s suit was clearly new and he wore a lapel pin that resembled a flame. [Y/n] wore a black jeweled dress that hugged her curves and, to Katniss, looked difficult to breathe in. [Y/n] was the coal supporting Katniss and Peeta’s flames. Effie and Cinna had made it very clear that this was a time for impressions. 

Just before the tributes were paraded onto the stage, Haymitch and [Y/n] walked up behind Peeta and Katniss. Haymitch almost growled as he said, “Remember, you’re still a happy set of kids from District Twelve. So act like it.”

Katniss turned around and opened her mouth to say something, but all she saw was Haymitch and [Y/n] walking away interestingly close together. She furrowed her brow in confusion as Haymitch guided [Y/n] by placing his hand gently on her lower back just above her rear. Katniss couldn’t hear what he whispered to make [Y/n]... giggle?

[Y/n] and Haymitch joined the rest of “Team Twelve” (as Effie coined them) in the backstage waiting area to watch the televised version of the interviews. Peeta looked amazing and Katniss did better than expected- but [Y/n] could still tell she was uncomfortable.

Every citizen of Panem is tuned in to watch their tribute. Caesar Flickerman, the interview host of more than forty years, bounced on stage in an Effie-like fashion. He didn’t appear to have aged in the last four decades. Same full face of makeup. Same hair in a tall bouffant that he dyed a different color every Hunger Games. At least in [Y/n]’s lifetime, he’d always worn the same ceremonial suit of midnight blue. Impressively, it was dotted with a thousand tiny lightbulbs that twinkled like stars. This time, Caesar’s hair was powder blue and his eyelids and lips were coated to match.

Caesar told a few jokes and once he had everyone’s attention, introduced the female tribute from District 1: a provocative looking girl in a see-through gold gown.

“I will never understand the sexualization of teenagers,” [Y/n] whispered to Effie.

“Oh it’s just the fashion,” Effie dismissed.

Every 3 minutes, a buzzer sounded marking the end of the interview and time to move on. Haymitch told [Y/n] to wake him at District 10 and rested his head back. [Y/n] smacked his chest lightly and told him to be an adult. She proceeded to keep Effie at ease by commenting on Katniss’ sitting posture or the effort being made to not look like she’d stepped on something smelly. Tribute after tribute they watched each interview intently and [Y/n] took notes as if she were trying to decipher each one like a puzzle.Some tributes were interesting, a few may have prompted a yawn or two. Twenty-two tributes later:

“Help me say welcome to the lovely Katniss Everdeen: the Girl on Fire!” Caesar shouted.

Katniss walked onto the stage and shook Caesar’s outstretched hand. [Y/n] and Effie gave each other small smiles as Katniss successfully walked out in heels and a gown without tripping.

“So, Katniss, the Capitol must be quite a change from District Twelve. What’s impressed you most since you arrived here?” Caesar asked with an ear to ear grin.

Haymitch clicked his tongue after Katniss had a delayed response of “The lamb stew,”

Caesar laughed, “The one with the dried plums?” Katniss nodded as the crowd joined Caesar’s enthusiasm, “Oh, I eat it by the bucketful.” He laughed as he held his stomach.

“Now, Katniss,” he said, “When you came out in the opening ceremonies, my heart actually stopped,” he turned to the crowd, “Did any of you experience this as well? My heart stopped- What did you think of that costume?”

Much to Team Twelve’s surprise, Katniss smiled, “You mean after I realized I wouldn’t burn to death?”

Caesar and the audience were in stitches, “Yes. Start then,” says Caesar. Katniss was exceeding expectations.

“I thought Cinna was brilliant and it was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen and I couldn’t believe I was wearing it. I can’t believe I’m wearing this, either- I mean, look at it!”

The crowd oohs and aahs as Katniss shows off the skirt of her gown. [Y/n] realized how much coaching of his own Cinna had done when Katniss spun in a circle.

“Oh, do that again!” Caesar demanded. 

Katniss lifted her arms and spun harder allowing her skirt to fly outwards, covering her in the same flames from the ceremony. The audience broke into cheers, applause, and enthusiastic screams. When she stopped spinning, Caesar gave her his arm to steady herself and begged her not to stop.

“I have to, I’m dizzy!” she giggled, matching his energy. 

“So she is a teenage girl,” Haymitch whispered to [Y/n].

Katniss struggled to take a step from the dizziness so Caesar wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Can’t have you following in the footsteps of the wrong mentor.”

The crowd was in an uproar of laughter as the cameras found Haymitch and [Y/n]: one now famous for his drunken stage dive at the reaping, and the other famous for being a deadly beauty. Haymitch and [Y/n] waved the cameras away good-naturedly and [Y/n] pointed back to Katniss.

Caesar laughs and brings the crowd back in as he and Katniss returned to their seats, “So, how about that training score. Eleven. Whatever happened there?”

The cameras find the Gamemakers and Katniss says, “Um ... all I can say is I think it was a first.” The Gamemakers are laughing and nodding in agreement.

“You’re killing us- details! Details!,” says Caesar.

Katniss looks to the Gamemakers, “I’m not supposed to talk about it, right?” One of them shouts down that she can’t say anything so Katniss looks at the crowd, “Sorry. My lips are sealed.”

Caesar moped then grew uncharacteristically quiet and serious, “Let’s go back then, to the moment they called your sister’s name at the reaping and you volunteered. Can you tell us

about her?”

Katniss gave a small exhale. “Her name’s Prim. She’s just twelve and I love her more than

Anything.” The crowd was silent with emotion.

“What did she say to you? After the reaping?” Caesar asked.

“She asked me to try really hard to win.” 

“And what did you say?” 

“I said I would try. I would try and win for her,”

“And try you shall,” Caesar said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as the buzzer sounded, “Sorry we’re out of time, folks. Best of luck, Katniss Everdeen, tribute from District Twelve.”

The crowd doesn’t stop clapping and cheering until Katniss is seated backstage. They pause for a moment until Peeta is introduced.

[Y/n] followed Katniss, “I am so proud of you- that is how you get sponsors!’ she said as the crowd laughs at something Peeta said. They missed Caesars question, but heard Peeta ask if he smelt like roses. The crowd cannot contain themselves as Peeta and Caesar sniff each other.

“Seems we won’t have trouble getting things for either of you,” [Y/n] smiles.

Caesar’s voice comes through the backstage TV, “So Peeta, tell me, is there a special girl back home?” Peeta shakes his head side-to-side as he denies having anyone, “Handsome lad like you? There must be a special girl. Come on, tell us?” Caesar sounds like he’ll die if Peeta doesn’t start talking about someone.

Peeta sighed, “Well, there is this one girl I’ve had a crush on forever,” Caesar got a knowing grin on his face, “But I’m pretty sure she didn’t recognize me until the reaping.”

[Y/n] mused as the crowd collectively expressed sympathy, “Ah, he’s taken a sympathetic angle,”

“She have another fellow?” Caesar asked sadly.

“I don’t think so, but a lot of boys like her,” Peeta said.

“Well, you go out there, and you win this thing, and she’ll have to go out with you!” Caesar said encouragingly.

Just loud enough for everyone to hear, Peeta said, “No, I don’t think winning will help too much,”

“Oh? Why not?”

Peeta’s cheeks lit up to match the flames on Katniss’ dress. Everyone- [Y/n] and Katniss included- leaned forward in anticipation of his answer, “Because… because... she came here with me.”

The cameras lingered on Peeta’s heartbroken expression. Suddenly, they are fixed on Katniss and [Y/n], mouths open in shock. Katniss closed her mouth and looked down so the cameras couldn’t see her expression and [Y/n] wrapped an arm around Katniss, trying to appear sympathetic.

“Oh, well that’s bad luck,” Caesar’s expression was full of genuine pain and mirrored on the crowd- half of whom had started crying.

The interview finished as Caesar consoled Peeta and wished him well. The crowd clapped and cheered as the last tribute left the stage. [Y/n] knew Katniss was not blushing from being flattered- the girl was embarrassed. That was [Y/n]’s cue to rush Katniss upstairs. They were back on the twelfth floor for barely a minute before Peeta and Haymitch stepped off another elevator. Before anyone could react, Katniss angrily lunged and slammed her hands onto Peeta’s chest. He stumbled and crashed into the wall. Haymitch shot forward and forced Katniss away from Peeta.

“What the hell was that? You had no right to say that about me!” Katniss yelled.

Haymitch shouted for her to stop as she loudly challenged, “You wanna train alone and now you have a crush on me? Let’s go! Right now!”

Cinna and Effie stepped off the elevator as [Y/n] angrily told Katniss to “knock it off”.

“You’re a fool,” Haymitch said with a disgusted tone, “That boy gave you something

you could never get on your own.”

“He made me look weak!”

“He made you look desirable! And let’s face it, you were about as romantic as the goddamn dirt until he said he wanted you. Now everyone wants you. The talk of the Capital: the star-crossed lovers from District Twelve!”

“We are NOT star-crossed lovers!” she shouted.

[Y/n] felt the room get more heated, “Katniss-”

“It’s a television show!” Haymitch interrupted angrily.

“Haymitch, shut up!” [Y/n] yelled- the room grew quiet as everyone stilled in shock by the angry sound, “You!” she pointed at Katniss, “Be grateful that you have people who care about you and let go of your goddamn ego. You!” she pointed at Peeta, “Don’t say anything else about your feelings for her until you’re in that arena and don’t listen to Haymitch for emotional romantic advice. And YOU!” she stood up straight and faced Haymitch, “Go to your fucking room and sober up! I cannot take this dysfunctional group for the rest of the night!” [Y/n] stormed off to her own room.

Everyone was shocked to silence for a few minutes. Katniss was surprised and had been having a hard time imagining [Y/n] as anything but a glamor woman. Haymitch and Peeta looked at their feet like schoolboys who’d just been told off. 

Effie broke the silence, “Well she didn’t need to curse,”

Haymitch, Cinna, and Peeta groaned at the comment and left the room. Effie announced that she needed to leave and bounced into the elevator, leaving Katniss alone in the entryway. 

Masterlist

[pjisskullourful]

TEACHER'S PET

🍎 Ethan × reader , Victoria × reader

NSFW 🔥 adultsonly multiple nastytimes

° Ethan Torchio, Victoria De Angelis & female reader insert

wordcount::: 7,022

° Ethan is a professor at your college & you're his star student, including some secret late-night visits to his office. your classmate, Victoria, promises that all of your secrets are safe with her ...

° inspired by this spicy audio ° inspired by this confession from kat (@mistressofthecats-blog ): I'm a slut for Ethan. And all I wanna do is whisper "Mister Torchio" in his ear while running my hands down his Gucci covered chest. ° thanks to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]: mi scusi: excuse me

You and your professor had lost track of the time because you had gotten overzealous with all the questions you had regarding his career being a conservation advisor for the biggest companies throughout Europe - that was the cover story you had, in case you ran into anyone or aroused curiosity during these late hours. 

That was how it had started, your enthusiasm for your major had led you to asking the professor so many questions, the classroom emptied out and silent around you as you sat, nodding along to everything Ethan said. He had been thrown off this flow when his phone had started ringing, he had offered to walk you to your car, which was parked on the opposite side of the expansive campus. Then another day had been spent with him as he asked about your career goals, he had so much advice and could offer to put in a good word with all the connections he had.

You were in awe of him, his lectures the highlight of your weeks at university. By the time you had realised he was hitting on you, there was no doubt in your mind that this was an opportunity you had to take. Not only was he completely brilliant, he was also the sexiest member of faculty - a fact that faced no opposition or critiques.

Now you found yourself visiting with him a minimum of twice a week, sending secret messages that had nothing to do with the curriculum. You would sneak into his office - the door locked as you sat beneath his desk, your head between his thighs while he read essays. You had been very careful and cautious, not wanting anything to spoil what you had with him.

Today was another confidential meeting in his office, you were eager to see him - he hadn't been far from your mind all day, even though watching him lecture hadn't been in your schedule for the day. He stayed in your mind constantly, thoughts of his body and his sounds lingering like cigarette smoke. You hadn't once turned down an opportunity to spend time with him, sometimes getting in your car to drive to him within the first few seconds after receiving his message.

You weren't sitting on the floor this time, he had placed you in his lap as he sat at his desk. He praised you for how quickly you had arrived, telling you he needed to send off a few more emails before he could properly lavish his attention upon you. You sat with your back pressed to his chest, not reading what was on his computer screen, instead just enjoying the feeling of his hands lazily running over your body, undoing the occasional button as he went.

"You're a good girl." He admired, moving your hair off of one shoulder and stroking his nose against the side of your warm neck. "A needier girl would try to distract me, would be impatient and maybe even demanding." He wrapped one of his strong arms around your middle. "But not you, 'cause you're such a good…" You felt his lips on your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. "Such a well-behaved girl."

"Only for you, Mr Torchio."

His mouth opened, a new feeling of heat on your flesh as his tongue skimmed across your throat. His arm around you tightened, allowing you to feel more of the impressive muscles that his clothes were too good at disguising. 

He had a variety of different pet names that he would call you. But you did your best to only address him by this professional title during your moments of passion. When you had first called him Mr Torchio he'd had an instant reaction and it was as if you had stumbled upon a secret code word.

He had been screwing you differently ever since. He viewed this as your ultimate consent - he held his hand at your throat for longer, he worked more orgasms out of you, he spanked you harder. It was a sure shot at changing the tone into something more intense.

"Turn around." He said.

You readjusted yourself, facing him and feeling that stirring in your pussy when you saw that look on his face. It was the look that told you he already had a whole host of things he wanted to do to you. It was the look that told you he was prepared to do whatever it took to get you off. It was the look that told you that your knees would soon be trembling, your toes curling. It was the look that told you he was ready for every expletive you would huff out.

He pushed your button-down shirt off of your shoulders and you worked your arms free, so that you could instantly wrap them around him. He hesitated, seeming to notice for the first time that your bra was missing. He smiled as his eyes moved appreciatively over your bare skin. "Maybe you are a little impatient, hm?"

"I prefer to think of it as efficient."

He put his lips to your throat, these kisses lingering as his hands caressed over your back. You couldn’t help but put your hand into his long hair, twirling some strands around your fingers, feeling that dreamy, tingly quality that came to you whenever you received his attention. It was a rush of adrenaline every single time, it was a buzz greater than any night of boozing. You rocked into him, pressing your bare chest flush to his shirt, which was already unbuttoned down to the last three buttons.

His mouth moved lower, kisses ghosting over your skin until he was at your breasts. First, it was his tongue gliding over your nipple, before his lips were securely placed around the stiff peak, making your thighs tense as they rested on either side of his hips.

"Mm, Mr Torchio…"

His hands stopped simply feeling across your skin, now they locked onto one place, grasping your back firmly. You rocked your hips forward again, the hardness hidden in his pants was becoming more noticeable. He pressed his teeth to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

With trembling hands, you lifted up the skirt you were wearing, bringing the tight material up into a bunch around your waist. Your panties were already damp as you grinded against him. You worked your hips in a slow, thorough circle, wanting so desperately to fuse your body with his. He sucked on you with more force, his fingers digging into your skin. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin even through his shirt.

He released your nipple, a breathy moan coming from his mouth as he did so. "Get those fuckin' panties off."

"Yes Mr Torchio." You clumsily got to your feet, tugging the lacy panties down off of your hips. At the same time, he was opening one of his desk drawers - the second from the bottom, it was the drawer you knew best. This was where he kept the condoms and, if the mood dictated, this was where he would have you drop your underwear (he got a great deal of pleasure from the idea of you driving home without any panties).

He removed his pants and shed his shirt. You held your underwear hooked over your finger, instead of dropping it to the ground as you had with your shirt. You looked at him and he nodded, answering the question that hadn't been vocalised. You dropped the lingerie into the draw and he knocked it shut with his knee. Maybe you would get them back before you left his office tonight, maybe you wouldn't.

He licked his lips, watching as you approached again. You resumed your spot on his lap, moving closer than before, seeing how dark his eyes had become. The way he looked at you was daunting, it suggested to you that you had no idea what he had in store for you, you didn't know how he wanted to ruin you tonight and it made you tremble. You were so exposed, so utterly defenceless to his desires and it only made you want him more.

With his hands on both sides of your face, he brought you in for a crushing kiss. You felt the arousal slithering all over your flesh, making your muscles tighten. You welcomed his tongue into your mouth with a moan, slumping against him.

You felt his cock pressing against you, a noticeable presence at the inside of your thigh. Your need for him was like a tickle at the back of your throat - it kept stealing your attention, demanding to be satisfied.

"Baby…" He breathed, your pussy clenching as he ran a hand down your back. "Fuck yourself." His fingers splayed out, grasping at your skin. "Put me inside of you and fuck yourself senseless on me."

You quivered in anticipation. "Yes Mr Torchio."

He graced your lips with a few more kisses, letting you briefly taste him. But he wasn't going to be distracted, he loved to watch, his eyes ready to see every reaction as they all played across your face.

You looked down, to where his latex-covered cock was awaiting you - in all of its mouth-watering hardness. You placed one hand to it, beginning with a loose grip at the tip. You saw his chest expand and his hand held to your back tighter. 

You ran your hand down his shaft, exploring the sensitive twitches as he responded to your touch. You drew your hand up, then pushed down to the base. You continued this process four more times, letting your mind skip ahead. The sounds that came from him made you feel weak.

He put his hands to either side of your face, dark eyes studying every detail. His gaze was so intimidating, so complete as you tensed your thighs to lift yourself up. You positioned yourself forward, running his shaft across your moistened slit. His lips parted, his breathing becoming heavier as you tilted, bringing his tip to your entrance. You were already fluttering, so full of giddy quivers as you began to sink down, covering his dick with your wet heat.

Your head slumped, stunned by the stretch that he brought to your cunt. His hand moved to prop your chin up and you opened your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips. His other hand went to your hip, steadying you and keeping you here, so that he could push higher, pushing more of his length into you.

You were breathless, but you kept your lips fixed around his thumb, prioritising his pleasure over the need for air in your lungs. You held to his wide shoulders, taking a moment to be overwhelmed, giving your body the time to adjust to having him inside of you.

Stars danced behind your eyelids as you felt him kissing across your neck, those soft lips working over your skin. His hands moved all over your body, warming you. When he placed a hand to your ass, squeezing you, your pleasure spiked, your pussy clenching eagerly. You could feel just how much he was throbbing when he rocked forward. It brought a new tremble through your body and had you instantly wanting more, emboldening you to move through the weakness he could inflict upon you.

You started to roll your hips, letting the pressure build within you and he started to suck on your skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you swing into him with a greater force. You rushed to gain the correct momentum, to get him hitting into your sweet spot.

“Good girl.” He huffed as he raised his hips to meet your every movement. “Yes, good girl.”

A choked sob fell from your lips when he returned his teasing mouth to your nipple. Your hips stuttered, your tempo ruined briefly. You tensed, then relaxed, with giddy tingles radiating through your nerves - spreading from your nipple, to your pussy, racing to the areas that he wasn’t devoting his attention to.

His strong hand massaged at your back, your skin so tender in response to his touch. He never failed to make you feel so small, but entirely secure, with every single part of your body taken care of.

He was letting you set the pace, letting you decide how much you could take. His body meeting yours in this yearning with each roll of your hips spreading it further.

The hunger started to take over, driving you into him with more power, spending less time on the recovery between thrusts. You could feel his lips hold on your nipple losing its consistency, you heard his breathing getting shallower and it encouraged you to pump into him faster again.

“Fuck, good girl.” He purred against your skin.

You clung to his shoulders, your fingernails digging into him as you kept going, despite how overwhelmed you were getting. With your breath trapped in your chest, it would have been easy to become weak, to give in and stop chasing. 

But when he rested his head back against the chair and you saw the look in his eyes, you knew that he wanted more. And you knew that you would do anything to give him that. The overachiever inside of you was desperate to hear all of his praises, leaving him anything but completely satisfied was simply unacceptable.

There was still a fire in his eyes. You weren’t sure how much strength you had to maintain this brutal pace, but for the moment you concentrated on getting those dark eyes to glaze over.

Ignoring the strain on your muscles, you pushed your thighs even further back. Your cunt spasmed and clenched around his shaft, his mouth opening as his breathing audibly hitched. Then you relaxed and you could take him deeper - that swollen tip hitting into your sweet spot.

“Oh, guh…” You whimpered, feeling your body quaking under that deep, lustful gaze he was giving you.

You stroked yourself along his entire length as the trembling through your body only got more powerful. Your mind was going blank, losing sense of anything beyond his body.

He put his hand up to your throat, gripping it and using this to pull you closer. Your lips parted and you could feel his breath on your face, but you stopped just shy of kissing him. His other hand went to the small of your back and you felt him apply pressure here.

He lifted his hips into you and your eyes rolled back, loud moans starting to fall from your lips. He controlled the pacing now, holding your body where he needed it so that he could fuck into you deeply. You threw your head back, louder cries coming from you.

You crashed into him with everything that you had, coming undone with this final pump. You went limp against him, your head rested on his shoulder as you remained lost in your climax.

Your walls continued to flutter around him, the aftershocks of your release rocking through your body. This did nothing to slow his rutting into you, his dick spreading you again-and-again.

Until it was enough. Until the stimulations reached the highest peak and he was soaring into his orgasm, both of your bodies finally becoming still.

He collapsed against the chair, his arms wrapped around your body. You turned your face into his neck, shutting your eyes. You were blissfully ignorant of anything else, just listening to the sound of him catching his breath. You didn’t mind that he would sit in this exact chair and give advice to other students as they sat on the opposite side of the desk, less than twenty-four hours from now. You didn’t need to know how many of his emails had been responded to while you were fucking. You were soothed by the warmth of his skin and the sound of his breathing, that literally nothing else in the world mattered.

It was him that interrupted you from your carefree floating - he was tapping you gently, but completely unromantically, on the back.

“Will you be alright to walk to your car alone?” He asked.

You sat up, wiping the back of your hand across your lips. You had been doing this with him for long enough that you could tell what answer he was looking for.

“Uh-huh, I can.” You said, slowly getting to your feet.

You were a distraction, currently running the risk of overstaying your welcome. He had work to do, other things to think about, more important matters than keeping you entertained. He would rather be alone with his thoughts than engage in smalltalk for the duration of the walk to the campus’ parking lot.

And you had told yourself that this was fine, as you pulled your clothes back on. He was doing the same.

You paused, stopping from going over to where your shoes and bag were sitting by the locked door. “Uhm, do I get my panties back?”

He finished fixing the fly of his pants back into place before looking up at you. “Huh? Oh, no I don’t think so.” You opened your mouth, even though you knew there was no arguing with his final word. “Come and get them from me tomorrow.”

You fussed with the hem of your skirt, which hit you at about mid-thigh. “Alright.”

“Mi scusi.” He said after watching you put your shoes on and shoulder your bag. “Kiss before you go.”

You smiled as you walked back around his desk. He tilted his head back so that you could kiss him directly on the mouth. “Goodnight, Mr Torchio.”

… … … 

But he wasn't to be found in his office the following day. 

You were prepared for his return from this sick day, coming up with something you thought was witty, something you hoped would do more than earn your panties back. You wanted to get a smile from him, you would love to amuse him and prove your worth as more than a fucktoy.

In accordance with how your last encounter had wrapped up, you took your underwear off and left it in your car. You started your walk to his office.

You found the door ajar and lightly knocked your fist against its surface. The room was silent as you pushed the door the rest of the way open, with your gag gift held in the other hand.

He wasn’t situated behind his desk, but the room wasn’t empty. You discovered a familiar blonde woman sitting on the couch.

Victoria - she was another student who attended the same of Ethan’s lectures as you.

You didn’t sit near her, but you had exchanged a few words with her in the hallway, she seemed nice. She had an effortlessly cool air about her as she strolled into class with a skateboard under her arm. Everyone else in that class was irrelevant to you (even when Ethan had you team up for group activities), but she was the least irrelevant of the people that sat behind you. You couldn’t help but notice her, wondering if you wanted to be her, or be with her.

You had never been with a girl before. Even though college was the time when people experimented with their identities, you never let your musings go that far.

“He’ll be back in fifteen minutes, he’s running errands or whatever. But I’ve got the next meeting scheduled with him.” She said. “Trust me to be early for the first time ever and it’s not even worth it, ‘cause the-... is that a fucking apple?”

You felt very awkward as you stood in the doorway, starting to move the fruit so as to hide it behind your back. “Well, uhm…”

She laughed. “We all call you the teacher's pet, but this takes it to a whole new level. You’re really going all the way in on this stereotype, huh?”

You cleared your throat and took a few steps into the room, heading toward the desk. “Actually, it’s an inside joke.”

“Right, between the teacher and his pet.” She said, watching you walk. “So is this the reason that you’re the only one he’s nice to? You bring him a cute little apple for his desk and he decides to not be a jerk or a hard-ass to you.”

You spun around to face her. “He’s not a jerk.”

“Yeah, not to you. Whenever you ask a question, he says great question with this big smile and goes into it with a, like, ten-minute monologue and he’s writing shit on the whiteboard.” She said and you could feel your cheeks heating up. “But for the rest of us? It’s like he couldn’t be fucked to dignify our questions with an answer so, like, every time he wants to open it up for the class to discuss.”

“Uhm, I’ve never noticed him doing that.” You said.

You placed the apple (carefully selected at the grocery store to not have any displeasing bruises on it) onto his desk, on top of some papers in front of his computer - a spot he was guaranteed to notice it. You were planning to send him a text, giving him a clear indication that the apple was from you. To keep the doctor away, you would type. It was disappointing that you would be walking back to your car without panties on, but he would surely make it up to you.

When you turned around, it was to find Victoria staring at you. It was like she was studying you - similar to how you had found yourself looking at her, but this was the first time you were aware of her returning the favour.

“Yeah, of course you wouldn’t notice that. Are you fucking him?” She asked and fear crawled up the back of your throat. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead the next noise was her laughter. “Okay, I was just joking. But shit, look at your face. You’re as red as that apple. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Eventually, you cleared your throat and tried to find something useful to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I was only, like, forty percent on it, but I’m right, I’m totally right.” She said, smiling as she looked you up-and-down. “Everything makes sense now. So that’s why you wear those slutty little schoolgirl outfits.”

Again, you found yourself too stunned to speak. Ethan was the only one who was supposed to notice your clothes - from the tight fit of your blouse, to the short hem of your skirt, it was always for him.

You had never seen Victoria looking before - but now, she thought you were slutty?

“Please Victoria, you can’t tell anyone.” You said, letting your vulnerability show and you took a step toward where she was sitting comfortably on the couch (a couch you had fucked on a handful of times). “I don’t want him to get into trouble. And my degree means too much to me, I can’t have anything compromise that.”

There was no hint of laughter on her face now and she innocently showed you the palm of her hand. “Relax, little one, I’m not into gossiping. What you do with your pussy is your business…” You sighed with relief. “So long as it’s consensual, it is, right?” Immediately, you nodded your head. “That’s good. What kind of consensual shit does he do to you?”

You could only stare at her, it was entirely beyond you to be so direct. You were filled with disbelief, too out of your depth to know how to react.

“I said that I’m not a gossip and that’s true. But what I am is motivated by curiosity, and the things in my head right now- holy fuck, you’ve really got me wondering. It’s like I need to know ‘cause my brain wants those blanks filled in. You’ll help me out, won’t you? ‘Cause you don’t want me to get stuck thinking about it, it could be really distracting. It might get so distracting that I won’t be able to concentrate and I’ll waste the pre-booked time I need with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You felt compelled to say, prompting a smile from her.

“So what is he?” She asked and her smile was reminding you of a cartoon cat that had caught its rodent prey. “Come on my dear, don’t let me die of curiosity here. How about you shut and lock that door, then come sit here with me and we’ll have a little girl talk?”

You drew in a deep breath and curled your fingers into a shaky fist as you started walking over to the office door. You stood facing out of the office as you laid your hand upon the doorknob. You swung it shut, blocking the view of the hallway beyond and you clicked the lock into place.

When you turned back around to face her, you found that she was still smiling. “You’re a good girl, huh?” There was no reason for your heart to start racing at this, as you walked over to the sofa. She made room for you, shifting to the left a little as she draped an arm over the backrest. Her eyes were set on you as she invitingly patted the available space directly next to her body.

You sat down, feeling the nervous energy moving through you. It wasn’t entirely different from the adrenaline you got to enjoy when locked in this office.

She looked perfectly at ease, her fingers playing through her golden hair. “I can’t say that I blame him. I get why he would want some extra time with you- you’re gorgeous and this whole look really works for you. I’ve noticed how consistent you are, I’m sure that’s very attractive to him.”

“You think that I’m gorgeous?”

“Well of course I do. I have eyes, don’t I?” She asked before noticing the look on your face. “Oh, what’s wrong, little one? Does he not tell you how gorgeous you are as often as possible?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. He-...”

She lightly brushed the backs of her fingers against your cheek. “Is that the first time you’ve been called attractive and gorgeous by a girl?” You found you couldn’t speak, instead just nodding your head. “Does it make you uncomfortable when I say stuff like that? ‘Cause I can stop if you don’t like-...”

“No, you don’t have to stop.” You said, but you couldn’t make yourself meet her eye.

She let her hand rest on your shoulder. “I don’t even have to think about whether or not you’re doing this for the grades, ‘cause I know it’s not about that. You’re so smart that you don’t need to screw for better grades, ‘cause you’re already getting the best grades possible. You’re just fucking him for fun and I love that for you.

“Good for you. And good for him. I bet you’re really obedient. Do you do exactly what he says?” She asked as her fingers smoothed the crisp fabric that covered your shoulder. “Would you do exactly what I ask you to do?”

“What would you ask me to do?”

She licked her lips, her grin wider now. “Well, I might want a bit more privacy. And I know, and you know that the door being locked isn't really gonna keep anyone out, ‘cause there’s the department master key, in addition to Ethan’s key. But you could take one of those chairs, push it against the door and that would slow down anyone trying to get in, and it would give us kind of an alarm for the door being opened.”

You were silent as you got to your feet, despite the fact that you were full of questions. With your mind racing, it was impossible to know what to say first. You grabbed one of the chairs that faced his desk and started to drag it over to the door. As you pushed it up against the door, you wondered why she was so desperate to securely lock the door. All of the answers that you could find were of exciting outcomes.

“Good girl.” She said as you joined her on the sofa again, your bodies almost touching. “I got a little distracted while you were doing that…” She grinned, sparkles filling her light eyes. “You see, I couldn’t help myself from looking at your ass. And then I got to wondering if you’re wearing panties under that slutty skirt.” Your hands immediately went to the hem of your pleated skirt. “Do you wanna show me?”

“I-...”

Your thought went unfinished, the rest of your sentence suffocated by her mouth on yours. And you were instantly kissing her back, all thoughts leaving your mind as you indulged in the softness of her lips, moving so easily against your own. The adrenaline rushed your body, addicting enough that you wanted to stay.

She was licking her lips as she looked away. Forgetting to be embarrassed, you started to lift up your skirt, peeling the fabric up from your thighs. You felt the air on your cunt and let your eyes flutter shut.

She gasped. “Holy fuck. You just walk around campus like this? That’s so sexy.”

Biting into your lip couldn’t suppress your smile. A little bashfulness crept in and you crossed one leg over the other. “Only from my car to here. And I don’t do it, like, regularly or anything.”

“It makes me wanna touch you.” She said, moving in closer again. You looked from her parted lips up to her enchanting eyes. “You’re his star student and now I’m gonna make you see stars…”

She tilted her head to the side, coming in a bit closer. But it was you who entirely closed the gap between the two of you. You kissed her, your heart launching into your throat as she responded by pushing her chest against yours. She cupped your cheek in her hand and you let your lips part. Her tongue slowly swiped back-and-forth against your top lip, making you feel like you were melting.

Her fingertips traced down, sliding onto the side of your neck as her tongue came into your mouth. She touched you with such tenderness, taking her time to explore every inch of your skin. You found yourself thinking about your exposed cunt more-and-more, her tongue working against the roof of your mouth and inviting you deeper into the pleasure.

You didn’t resist when you felt her fingers work your top button open. You just went on kissing her, feeling your excitement building.

“Is this what it’s like with him?” She asked, working two more of your buttons open. “Does he fuck you right here on this couch?”

"We have before, yes." You said.

Her hand moved in under your top, stroking at the skin above your bra and you could feel your breath getting shallower. "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

"What if I go like this…?" She pushed her hand into the cup of your bra, her eyes staring into yours.

Her soft hand moulded to the curve of your breast, holding and you nodded your head, unable to speak. Her thumb caressed your skin and your nipple steadily hardened against the palm of her hand. 

She held your breast with a firmer grip, her fingers moving as they sought a different hold. She was able to manoeuvre her fingers, sliding her index and middle fingers to either side of your nipple. Gently, she applied pressure, testing to see how you responded to a squeeze. Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back for her.

She grabbed your nipple between her fingers and a breathless smile touched your lips, the sensitive nub was more starved for attention than you had realised. You shifted in your seat as she kept up this delicious pressure.

As you were sinking in to this stimulation, she returned her mouth to yours. You put your hand to the side of her face, drawing her in closer as you cheerfully farewelled all of your earlier inhibitions.

Your moan was muffled by her sweet lips when you felt her twist your nipple, playing the peak past its natural position. This served to add to the fire deep inside of you, with the arousal radiating out. She twisted it the other way.

“Good little girl.” She praised. “You like having your yummy tits played with, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” You said, you had started to shake.

“They’re so gorgeous, I could really get distracted by them.” She said and you giggled, feeling flattered. “But I wanna touch you more. Do you know what I mean?”

You returned her stare as you nodded your head. You wanted to know exactly what she meant, to know it with every fibre of your being.

“Good little girl.” She said and she put her hands down to your pleated skirt. She lifted the hem even higher as her eyes travelled down to your pussy. She licked her lips as her hand curled into an eager fist around the fabric of your skirt. “You’ll tell me if I do anything that you don’t want, or if you don’t like how something feels, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” You said as she rested her hand up high on your thigh.

Her lips crushed against yours as her body leaned into your own. One hungry kiss followed the next, with her tongue swiping between your parted lips. Your fingers lightly twisted around her long hair as you followed her into this deeper rhythm.

She glided her hand up, moving from your leg to your crotch. She comfortably rested her hand against your pussy, cupping it as her tongue seemed to dance inside of your mouth. Her fingers slowly shifted, brushing through the little curls of hair they came into contact with. Blood rushed to this area as you keenly tried to predict her next move.

She moved her fingers lower, seeking out your entrance. She ghosted the tips of her fingers across your hole, not pressing inside yet. But it was enough to make you quiver uncontrollably.

“That’s really fuckin’ wet.” She said with a smile.

You bit your lip as you nodded. “Yeah.”

She dragged her fingers up, finding your clit. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut as your muscles tensed. Delicately, she rubbed the hood as she returned her mouth to yours.

You were moaning and whining against her lips as one passionate kiss followed the next. Her lust was incredible, carrying you away and leaving no space for second-guessing. Between her tongue and her fingers, you were feeling bewitched.

She took her hand off of your pussy, leaving you to ache. You weren’t trying to regain your composure as you opened your eyes. You watched her breathlessly as she raised her hand up to her lips.

She maintained eye contact as she placed her newly-wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning them off. You couldn’t help but smile and she fluttered her lashes at you.

“Sweet little cunt.” She said.

You couldn’t think of anything to say back to this unique compliment. But she wasn’t waiting for a response from you.

Instead she lifted her butt from the cushion and moved herself forward to place her knees onto the floor. She placed herself between your parted knees, looking up at you with that keen grin on her face.

You stared at her as she ran her hands up-and-down your bare thighs. Your mind was racing, practically overflowing with desires. You didn’t know what she had planned next, but you wanted to find out. You wanted to find out how much higher she could take you, you wanted to find out everything she could do to you with unbelievable hunger.

She pushed her hair back off of her shoulders and started to lean forward. Her eyes left your face, instead fixing onto your exposed pussy. The bashfulness that you felt was overridden by your surging lust and curiosity.

You felt the warmth from her face on your skin, this was followed by her tongue, making your heart leap into your throat. The tip of her tongue began at your entrance, then she ran it up, tasting more of your slit.

You sighed heavily, your eyes wanting to flutter shut as she moved her tongue up-and-down. These little waves were so inviting, sending intoxicating tingles radiating through your body.

Then she sank the tip of her tongue inside of you. She pushed into your cunt, drawing more whines from you. She began to flick her tongue about, playing between your sensitive walls until you were squirming, wanting to rock your hips.

With a slurping noise, she pulled out, leaning back. Your mouth hung open as you looked at her, watching as she licked her lips. You didn't waste a single second in worrying over the door remaining locked. You were too entranced by her (and how she could make you feel) to stress about how much time of this privacy that you two had left.

“That’s such a sweet fuckin’ cunt.” She said. “I want more, my dear.”

“Yes.” It came out as a strained whisper, at present there was no chance of you getting your voice any louder.

She went in with her pointer finger, slowly pushing this inside of you. You moaned and tilted your pelvis, one of your hands gripping the couch for support as she went in deeper.

She pulled her finger back, then glided forward again. Inside of you, she worked the digit back-and-forth, prompting a fluttering from your inner-walls. She set into a tempo, masterfully massaging you into a more excited state.

You let out a loud moan when you felt her mouth making contact again. This time she laid her lips down upon your clit, kissing it fondly. All the while, she kept that finger moving and exploring inside of you.

Then she spread you further by pushing a second finger inside. She started to lick all over your clit and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold yourself still.

She removed her mouth and immediately slapped her fingers down against your clit. You felt like your head was spinning in the aftermath of the spank. The intensity was almost disorientating, you had never been spanked there before. Your nerves were on fire now.

As you gasped and quivered, she gently kissed your clit again, playing with the new sensitivities she had just awoken.

“What do you think he would do if we left a little stain of your sweet cum on his couch?” She asked, but you didn’t want to think about Ethan right now.

It was so much easier to just get carried away with your thoughts of her.

Especially when she spanked your cunt again, two quick slaps that made you flinch as you felt rattled down to the very core of your being. These grand stimulations swept through you, clearing all thoughts from your mind.

You didn’t get a chance to calm down from this crazed height. She plunged her fingers in deeper and curled them up. Your legs went limp and you were floored by how easily she had been able to find your sweet spot.

“Are you gonna come for me, like a good little girl?” She asked.

There was no answering this because there weren’t any words left in your head. When her lips returned to your clitoral hood, your eyes rolled up and you felt like you were on the verge of ascending.

You could feel her fingers pumping, just as her tongue was working your clitoris over, but you couldn’t keep track of her tempo. Because it was all too much for you to bear. It was too powerful, too intense and too perfect.

“Come.” She instructed, barely breaking contact with your clitoral hood. “Come for me. Do it.”

Your hips snapped into her, pressing forward as you began to come undone.

She pulled her mouth away from you. “Yes, good girl.” She spanked your throbbing clit, prompting a convulsion from you. “Good little slut.” She hit your cunt two more times, making you keel over to the side as she drew her fingers out of you.

You laid down on the couch, feeling like you were slipping out of reality as you shut your eyes.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable there.” She said. “I don’t know how you two usually do things on the couch, but…”

“You’re right.” You said, sitting up.

She got up from the floor and began to smooth your hair out. You immediately pushed your skirt down, covering yourself. You did up the buttons on your shirt, rushing to make yourself presentable again.

“Don’t worry, all of your secrets are safe with me.” She said.

“Thanks, Victoria. I…” You continued to find yourself at a loss for words as you looked at the pretty girl next to you.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss you again, playing with your hair a little as she did so. You could taste yourself on her lips, before she was pulling away far too soon.

“Come on, you gotta get out of here.” She said.

You got to your feet and took the chair away from the door, dragging it back to its usual spot. You unlatched the lock, putting your hand to the doorknob.

“We should do this again sometime…” She said, winking at you when you glanced back at her.

You smiled, feeling flustered. You stepped out of the office and began to walk away, feeling very different to how you had when approaching the room. You barely noticed any of the things you passed, or the steps as you took them - it was auto-pilot that got you back to your car. You unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat.

It took some time for you to remember that you needed to message Ethan.

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[lemon-muncher]

Reader smacking Katsuki's juicy ass jokingly one day, and Katsuki finding out he gets turned on by it??? But at first he's really shy and in deNiaL about it, but later on when reader does it (in private) again he moans accidentally and ensues teasing and sexual tension??????

bLUSHY BLUSH KATSUKI AND AGGRESSIVE SHYNESS UGHHH 🤌

I was actually writing a draft for the other Rin piece you asked for and then I saw this and was like " Imma make that boy suffer"

My inner alpha just can't take it😣😫 (I hate myself for that... sorry)

Anyways enjoy a very overdue Bakubottom

I also made the reader male since it wasn't specified

Since dating Katsuki, you've come to realize that his bratty attitude is much more than an act to seem tough in front of his classmates. He'd talk back to you despite being in agreement with you. He'd break 'rules' such as wiping away your kisses or purposefully leaving you on read. It annoyed you. Like any good boyfriend, you had ways to keep him in line.

You started off small by pinching his ear when he had an attitude or even restricting alone cuddle sessions with him. Luckily, your tactics worked...only for a while. Soon, your blonde boyfriend would act out more despite these punishments. You had to constantly think of new ways to keep him in line. And ideas were going to run out soon.

Currently, you stood smushed between a bunch of UA students. You were all cramped into the hallways as paparazzi tried to infiltrate the building, which was an unfortunate common occurrence. Katsuki happened to be next to you. He had his arm wrapped around your bicep in hopes of not getting separated from you.

It would have been cute if it weren't for him screaming at the top of his lungs to get people to move. You already had a headache from the commotion but Katsuki only made it worse. "GET THE HELL OUT MY WAY!" His loud voice was unheard from the noisy situation. You weren't sure why you did it but Katsuki was testing you patience. You lifted your hand slightly only to quickly bring it down on his ass. It was quick, stattling the both of you.

"I swear if you don't shut the hell up, Katsuki." Your voice was stern and dominant. You had guessed your 'love tap' worked since Katsuki looked the other way with a red face, indicated by his red ears. As you escorted him through the crowd, Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek, hoping you wouldn't see him in such a state. His mind was foggy and his heart quickened from such a confusing yet pleasurable action. His hard on was screaming for some form of released, luckily the crowded hallway hid it from others.

As the day continued, his mind continued to wonder towards the suttle sting on his ass. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you spanked him again. It clogged his mind so much he didn't even notice you dragging him to your dorm.

You threw him into your room causing his body to fall onto your twin sized bed, snapping him out if his 'trance-like state'. "Oh! Y/N what are you doing?" His cheeks turned a pretty shade of red as you trapped his body under yours. He knew he messed up from the cold glare plastered on your face. His inner brat made him squirm in your grasp, whining for you to let him go. "Why do you keep spacing out, Kats?"

Despite you soft voice, your eyes read that of a wild lion ready to pounce on its prey. Katsuki could only stare in at you as his face continued to redden. "Well? Are you just gonna stare at me? The hell's going on with you?" Despite your obvious concern, all the blonde could do was sink deeper into the cotton bed under your demanding gaze. "Can't stop thinking... of earlier.'' Almost in a stutter, the blonde's voice trembled as his truth spilled from his lips. And once he started, he couldn't stop despite how much he wanted to. He told you of how the sudden sting in his ass kept his attention from you all day. He spoke of the sudden fantasies that filled his head.

"Is that so..." Your eyes grew dark at the new information. Katsuki soon started to panic at your quick change in expression. "Who knew Katsuki Bakugou was such a pain slut! I would have though Midoriya was the class whore but~ I guess it's you... I sure am lucky!~" You groaned from above your boyfriend, his eyes wide and his face red from your voice. "Y/N~ Please help me!" A desperate cry left luscious lips and he pulled you down to grind against you. At the very second, almost as if a telepathic force was at work, you both knew you would have an interesting night.

Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been having the worst writer's block and I have a $60,000 scholarship interview to get ready for so I've been crazy busy. But know, I'm always trying to get something out for you guys. Now, I need your help...

[sesshy380-rp]

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“Why don't you sit down and explain more?”

Usually by now, someone would have stopped Kat and pointed out a big hole in whatever idea she’d manage to concoct in that strange little brain of hers…so asking her to continue and elaborate while she was already excited made her miss the smile Ryou had on his face as being one of those smiles.

She dragged Bakura over to the couch and began excitedly explaining the whole reason to the others why she’d scouted out the building in the first place. She then did a full recounting of her little expedition, and how the moment she overheard the one part of information, she waited long enough to hear the rest and then rushed back to tell Bakura.

“Too bad it doesn’t work like in movies where a couple of tough guys walk in, demand to see the the boss, security gets called when the tough guys refuse to leave, tough guys easily take out security, which draws the attention of the boss, and the tough guys point out that the current security team is a bunch of weak losers, which gets them hired,” she said with a laugh.

((@nb-lesbian-tkb))

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Instagram Model Forced Followers Into Sex Work, Kept Them As Slaves

Former Brazilian model and US-based wellness influencer Kat Torres has been sentenced to eight years in prison for the human trafficking and slavery of women, after an FBI investigation found that two women living with her had gone missing in 2022.

Women who claim that they were also trafficked and enslaved by Torres have spoken out about their harrowing experience living with her. Talking to BBC, the women claimed they were attracted to her rags to riches story as she went from living in an impoverished Brazilian neighbourhood to partying with Hollywood stars.

Torres, who was once rumoured to be dating actor Leonardo DiCaprio, also claimed she could make predictions using her spiritual powers and was a common face on reputed Brazilian TV shows.

“She was on the cover of magazines. She was seen with famous people such as Leonardo DiCaprio. Everything I saw seemed credible,” the woman named Ana told BBC.

Torres' former flatmate, who shared a home with her in New York, told BBC that her Hollywood friends had introduced her to a hallucinogenic drug called ayahuasca. It was through the use of this drug that she reinvented herself as a life coach and hypnotist.

Soon, Torres developed a wellness website and subscription service that promised customers “Love, money and self-esteem that you always dreamed of.”

She also created self-help videos offering advice on relationships, wellness, business success including hypnosis, meditation and exercise programmes. She offered one-on-one video consultations for $150 that would solve "any of their problems."

In 2019, Ana moved to New York to work as her Torres' live-in assistant. Escaping a violent childhood and an abusive relationship, she moved alone to the US from Brazil and was studying nutrition at university in Boston.

The work required her to look after Torres' animals, cook for her, do her laundry and clean for $2000 a month. But when she arrived, the situation in Torres' house shocked her. The house was filthy and she was forced to sleep on a sofa covered in cat urine. She was expected to constantly be available for Torres, only being allowed to sleep for a few hours. She would sneak away to the building's gym to sleep for a few hours. She was never paid.

After Ana escaped, Torres hired two more women -- Desirre and Leticia-- who moved with her to a house in Texas. What started out as a life coaching and healing retreat quickly turned into a nightmare for the women.

Within weeks, Desirre was pressured her into working at a local strip club while Torres performed “witchcraft” on her. The two women were forbidden from speaking to each other and had to ask her permission to leave their rooms, even to use the bathroom.

Soon, Torres convinced Desiree to turn to prostitution. If she didn't meet the earning quotas that Torres set, she was not allowed to return to the house that night. “I ended up sleeping on the street several times because I couldn't reach that,” Desirre told BBC.

In September, the two women's friends and family launched social media campaigns to find them. To escape media attention, Torres and the women travelled from Texas to Maine. From there, the two were made to post Instagram videos denying being held captive and demanded people stop searching for them.

Over 20 women have come forward with stories of being scammed or exploited by Torres. They are still undergoing psychiatric therapy to recover from what they say they experienced.

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Get To Know The Author

name : Kay

pronouns :  she/her

preference of communication : Honestly I have a huge preference for discord. I don't trust tumblr IM to actually alert me. Ive recently learned tumblr has been eating my asks too. If I don't reply to an ask or DM me PLEAS reach out to me. I will NEVE outright ignore something. If I don't think something is going to work for our muses I will reach out to you. 

most active muse :  Kat is my loudest and most demanding. After that would be Her brother Kass, Feyre, and then our spotty maybe I'm here maybe I'm not - Emmett.  

experience / how many years : Ohhh boy. I've been doing the rp thing off and on since 2010. There was a five year chunk in recent years where I disappeared for a bit but the lovely @sharpayevcns pulled me back in a few months ago and I am so appreciative that she did. <3 

best experience : Discovering the people here that make me feel safe enough to obsess over threads. You guys have absolutely made my return to tumblr. If I were to delete my blog with nothing but my connection with you guys to show for it - Well I would be absolutely fine with that. You guys are amazing and will absolutely be tagged in this. 

rp pet peeves : I keep running into situations where I get heavily invested in plotting something (Drawing, writing head cannons, making playlists, planning cannon events. . .I literrally brushed up on a whole ass language for a plot) Only to have those people completely leave me on read. I am not a pushy partner in the least. I would be more than happy to wait a month for a reply. But I need communication. I need feedback if something doesn't sit right for you. I need reciprocated enthusiasm. You don't have to show It the same way I do but I need some show of enthusiasm otherwise it just feels uncomfortable and I feel annoying and restrained. That's not what I'm here for. I've honestly made the decision to start unfollowing people based on a three strikes basis. No hard feelings. I just don't want to follow anyone who doesn't bring the same energy I do. 

fluff, angst, or smut :ALL OF IT! While I'm becoming more and more selective about who I write smut with I LOVE writing smut ESPECIALLY if its born of post Angst fluff. Actually almost exclusively. There is nothing that gets my muses motor going like post Angst Fluff! 

plots or memes : Augh! Don't make me pick. I love Plotting but sometimes nothing really gets the juices flowing like memes do. I cant tell you how many times a simple meme interaction help set a pivotal point in a plot. ALSO- Memes are usually what help me forego my shy nature. While my muse outwardly gives NONE of the Ducks. . .I do . I give all of the Ducks so memes help  me loosen up. I'm not responsible for the haphazard neuroSpicy creature you meet once the shyness has fallen away. You've been warned.

long or short replies : It depends on my mood and attention span. There is a Adderall shortage right now so I have only been taking my Adderall on work days so Ive had a VERY hard time focusing o replies as of late. When Im on top of my Game I am LONGWINDED AF .Please don't ever feel like you have to match me because there are times where I will write you a novel and we were only supposed to be writing a sentence or two. It just happens and Im sorry.  time to write : Ha! um . . . Well I work Graveyard  Thursday- Saturday from 8PM-9:30ish AM (PST)  On slow nights I do write here and there but for the most part I can be found here pretty sporadically. If I have something going on during my weekend that I have to be a daytime person for then ill be up during the day time. OTHERWISE- Mostly evening and spooky hours . 

are you like your muses : I could draw some parallels with each of them but I dont think I am like any of them. 

tagged by: The Alluring  @wynterlanding ~<3

@grimmusings @sharpayevcns @godccmplex <3

[rockislandadultreads]

Queer Comics: Graphic Novels to Check Out

Pixels of You by: Ananth Hirsh (Co-writer), Yuko Ota (Co-writer), J.R. Doyle (Artist)

A human and human-presenting AI slowly become friends—and maybe more—in this moving YA graphic novel In a near future, augmentation and AI changed everything and nothing. Indira is a human girl who has been cybernetically augmented after a tragic accident, and Fawn is one of the first human-presenting AI. They have the same internship at a gallery, but neither thinks much of the other’s photography. But after a huge public blowout, their mentor gives them an work together on a project or leave her gallery forever. Grudgingly, the two begin to collaborate, and what comes out of it is astounding and revealing for both of them. Pixels of You is about the slow transformation of a rivalry to a friendship to something more as Indira and Fawn navigate each other, the world around them—and what it means to be an artist and a person.

The DC Book of Pride: A Celebration of DC's LGBTQIA+ Characters by: Jadzia Axelrod

Discover the rich history of DC’s LGBTQIA+ Superheroes in this inspiring gift-title featuring detailed character profiles and comic book artwork Celebrate Pride with DC’s LGBTQIA+ Superheroes. Written and curated by DC expert Jadzia Axelrod, The DC Book of Pride profiles more than 50 LGBTQIA+ characters in detail, including Harley Quinn, Superman, Nubia, Robin, Batwoman, Aqualad, Dreamer, Green Lantern, and many more. Discover their fascinating origins, amazing superpowers, and key storylines. This title is an indispensable and celebratory companion to the DC Pride comic books.

Spectacle #1 by: Megan Rose Gedris

Fan-favorite webcomic creator Megan Rose Gedris (Yu+Me Dream) crafts a compelling tale of magic, deception, and wonder in this stunningly illustrated comic about the bond between sisters. Pragmatic engineer Anna works as a psychic in the Samson Brothers Circus, but she doesn't believe in anything supernatural... until her twin sister Kat is murdered and comes back as a very demanding ghost. Sharing a room with her sister was hard, but now they're sharing a body while trying to identify the killer. But how can you solve a mystery when everyone around has their own shady secrets?

Blackwater by: Jeannette Arroyo, Ren Graham  

Riverdale meets Stranger Things in this debut queer YA graphic novel, developed from a hit webcomic. Set in the haunted town of Blackwater, Maine, two boys fall for each other as they dig for clues to a paranormal mystery. Tony Price is a popular high school track star and occasional delinquent aching for his dad’s attention and approval. Eli Hirsch is a quiet boy with a chronic autoimmune disorder that has ravaged his health and social life. What happens when these two become unlikely friends (and a whole lot more . . .) in the spooky town of Blackwater, Maine? Werewolf curses, unsavory interactions with the quarterback of the football team, a ghostly fisherman haunting the harbor, and tons of high school drama.

[noxianwilled]

✒️ + her momther

send me ✒️ + a ship (romantic or not!), and i will write a meta about it.

— @visionoxus

In many ways, Soreana was how Katarina first faced rejection. Not overtly, at first, I imagine; but there's nothing that suggests her mother ever really had a bond with her eldest daughter. Katarina's bio only mentions her mother to say Cassiopeia took after her, while Kat herself followed her father's footsteps, and she barely ever thinks of Soreana at all, be it in short stories or even the comic. Her father is a constant presence even while Katarina believes he's dead. Her mother not so much.

In the comic, she thinks early on that "Mother has barely shown interest in me," and personally I see that as a definition of their relationship. From childhood, Katarina was made to be Marcus' heir; and whatever sincere love there was between her parents, they clearly didn't trust each other with everything. Soreana kept the Black Rose a secret from Marcus, she's said to have been "outraged and disgusted by her husband’s betrayal" when he supports Swain's coup, and Marcus' initial support still stands in the lore currently. So despite any feelings they had for each other, they were on opposite sides for a while — and I'm only bringing it up because I imagine it directly impacted Soreana's relationship with Katarina.

Because, at the end of the day, she was being raised to be Marcus' heir. It wasn't all of it, surely, but I imagine it may have made her less willing to put in any effort to influence her eldest daughter, who was also so much more willful and so much less interested in politics. I think Katarina would have been a difficult child, and honestly, when do nobles ever need to bother with the kids they don't easily bond with? And on her part, little Katarina would've been too busy worshipping her father as a hero to be overly concerned. Sure, she'd like her mother's attention — but I think over time she simply accepted that wouldn't happen (and she was already too busy trying to please one parent and have his pride and affection to care to convince the uninterested one to be slightly interested).

By the time Katarina was a teenager, her relationship with Soreana may not be outright resentful, but it was at best distant, and more likely barely existed. Which isn't to say Kat doesn't care for her — she cared for all her family — and the attempt on her mother's life would've gotten to her, too, when it happened (though with the distance between them, and her own nature not being very nurturing, she'd not at all react like Cass, who started to look after their mother and never left her bedside; I think far more likely her form of care would've been helping Marcus in looking into it and trying to find those responsible).

I don't think even though she cared Katarina ever... managed to express that openly. I think that's true for both her parents, and that even at their best there was simply too much distance, too many demands, too much judgment and so many years of finding her lacking in some way or another, and that embracing the distance was a way to protect herself from it, too. And if Soreana ever cared, she certainly didn't express that in any way Katarina could ever understand.

After Katarina is disowned, I think they don't have any relationship at all. Kat would not seek out her parents. She'd not have gone to her mother or attempted to reach out — she knows there'd only be judgment there, and even more displeasure at her failure, at shaming their house. But in many ways, that doesn't bother her because Soreana was barely present to begin with; it's very different from her father. Later on, knowing her mother is with the Black Rose and had always been, Katarina sees her as an enemy — as well as a huge part of the reason why her brother and sister have left her too. In part, she expects eventually she'll be forced to confront her, much like she was forced to confront her father. But while I don't think she's eager for it, I also think it wouldn't weigh near as heavily as facing Talon or Cass.

Soreana is a stranger to her; and one Katarina is aware wants her dead. I think she has her questions, that part of her may wonder what made her so inadequate even as a child to be of so little interest to her own mother, but I think those are also lesser issues. If no one else can get to her mother, she knows she will, and she knows it'll do the empire good to be rid of one of its thornier roses.

[theproductivepessimist]

When someone you don't actually know - someone who is just an online presence - feels "really resonant", or has you thinking "this person knows exactly what I'm going through!" - take a step back, and ask why you're so desperate to connect to someone who, to you, is just pixels and carefully curated content. Ask yourself how much you're sharing, even just through your generic profile, and what insights that will give manipulative, controlling, abusive people about you. How much are you telling people about what matters to you, about what the real gaps in your life and psyche are. People don't "suddenly change, and become total narcissists" - they always were. A key aspect of narcissism is the ability to present yourself in whichever way most benefits you in that moment. If a narcissist was ALWAYS self-centred and controlling, no one would get involved with them - which is the worst thing for a narcissist, who needs a constant supply of people to control, dominate, and possess. Yes, women can be and are abusive - they get away with it because they're often a lot more subtle than men, and a lot better at identifying vulnerable people. A genuine coach WILL NOT tell you what to do - they'll just be a supportive presence while YOU explore options which are genuinely interesting and acceptable to you. A genuine therapist may often bring up feelings of anger, resentment, and hostility in their clients - if you only ever completely support and feel good about someone you only know in very specific circumstances, which they establish and control, then you should step back, and genuinely ask yourself whether you are being manipulated. If someone abuses people in public posts, or demands their followers "go after" people - they are engaging in manipulative, abusive control. They are not trying to help you; they are helping themselves to your energy, your time, your focus - the things it's easiest to take. Step away, and create and hold boundaries against them taking things it's harder to recover. If it's always the other person setting up meetings, if they become angry when you need to cancel plans, or you want to take a break, then step back - you are not being helped, you are being controlled. Marginalised groups and vulnerable people are especially at risk from this kind of coercive control, because the isolation of marginalisation and social vulnerabilities creates a very real need for attention - online, attention can very easily become magnified to a vast level, and can feel really positive and empowering. Empowerment, however, is something you achieve for yourself; it's never something that someone else gives to you.