#I started mushing it up in my hands got it all over my hands inbetween my fingers everything

[ghostickle]

Going to personally fight the bitch that makes these specific sensory toys

[folkloreguk]

French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Tell me you love me

idk what happened to the request it just disappeared but anyway kinky tendou fuckery 

Tendou x Fem!Reader

warnings:  smut, degrading, humiliation, photography,BDSM, dom/ sub relationship pet play, hair pulling, spiting/ drool, crying, hitting, and swearing 

word count: 2,000 (about) 

summary: Tendou loves to beat the shit out of his little kitten before he fucks her

You were waiting on your knees when Tendou came in, you were dressed in nothing but skimpy black panties and a matching bra. That and your pretty little ears and tail of course. 

You weren’t looking at him. your head was bowed just like a good kitty. Tendou smiled to himself and he circled you, like a lion circling a zebra, slowly closing in on his prey. He had had a long day but he didn’t feel tired, he felt damn near giddy. Such a good girl for him. Tendou liked your body on display like this, He felt powerful seeing such a pretty little thing so ready to be mauled by him. It was hard to describe the leave of sick pleasure he got form watching you like this. 

One of his long fingers dipped down tracing the length of your shoulders making you shudder. maybe it was the heat of his hand or maybe it was the scratchy tape on his fingers. Didn’t matter he was glad to see you shiver. 

“Did you miss me kitty?” he asked cupping your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to look at him.  Your eyes went wide and for a moment you heasitated. 

“Kitty, I asked you a question, you better answer me,” he growled softly. 

“y-yes, I missed you Tendou,” you stamerd, swallowing thickly. like you were scared. Where you scared of him? He hoped so. 

“And are you horny kitty? if I reach down and start petting your little cunt is it going to be wet?” he shifted kneeling beside you his hand going to your throat, his long thumb tracing the part of your neck that portuded slightly. He could feel your heart hammer against his touch.

“Yes,”  

“mmm is that because you were being a naughty girl and touching your pussy while I was gone? Or did you just get horny waiting for Daddy?” he asked. and your cheeks went pink. 

“oh no am i going to have to punish you kitty?”

“N-No Satori I was good i promise I just got excited waiting,” you whinned desperately. His desperate little slut. 

“is that right? you got wet just thinking about me like some whore? are you that desperate to have your cunt stuffed and get fucked stupid?” he growled fighting his grip on your throat. your mouth fell open as you gasped and subconsciously your hands came to his wrist holding onto him lightly as you fought for breath. 

“come on kitty tell me how bad you want to get fucked,” he orderd. 

“t-t-t”

“t-t-t spit it out slut, come on baby how am I supposed to help you if you can’t even t-t-tell me what you need, is it T-Too much?  he taunted slowly shaking your head back and forth. 

“T-Tendou,” you moaned pushing your throat further into his hand. Tendou smiled to himself and with one harsh shove he sent you flying across the floor, tumbling ass over head until you crashed into the metal bedframe with a sick clang. you couldn’t even yelp, the air was knocked out of you and you could only balk.

“awe it’s okay,” he said reaching down ripping off your panties with one hand the ripping sound echoing through out the room. you closed your legs over your cunt blocking it from veiw. Tendou let you, at least for now, as he pulled out his prized polaroid camera. 

He focused the lense on you, seeing you perfectly, flushed and panting, naked from the bottom down. “okay kitty, now let me see you play with that wet little pussy of yours, make it pretty for the camera,” He said. obedently you did as he asked spreading your legs and began stroking your clit before dipping your fingers down dinking them into your cunt and fingering yourself open.

“go slow,” he ordered and you slowed the pace of your hand. Tendou focused on your pussy, slowly being spread by your fingers making sure to get your face in the shot. He got one picture from up above, and one while he was croutching right in front of you. Then he watched both pictures print, and develop. he showed them to you.

“You look so pretty on film.” he said “be a shame, if Someone other than me saw these,” he said pensivly flicking the pictures up to look at them again you really were pretty. 

“I mean could you imagine if this got sent to, I don’t know, that fancy college you applied too.” you looked at him shocked. Tendou loved to take pictures of you, bt he’d never threatened something like this. 

“bet it fucking ruin you I mean no one wants a whore in their school,” he said than looked at you, “did I say you could stop touching yourself? keep going,” he snapped. You blinked once then kept stroking your cunt for him. 

“or your family, your friends, I’d bet they’d like to know what a disgusting kitty whore you are,” he growled.

“Tendou don’t,” you whispered. 

“I bet you’d do anything, to keep these pictures private,” he said flipping the polaroids inbetween his long fingers. 

you stopped touching yourself, your eyes locked with his, you licked your lips. 

“Yes,” you whispered.  he sat back letting you crawl up to his lap, you pulled the zipper down with your teeth his cock sprang free slapping you in the face. Terndou couldn’t help but laugh making you flush brighter. 

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you back “Don’t get me wrong babe I’m sure that you give excellent blow jobs but I know that just about anyone can get your public urinal of a mouth on them I want something a little different,” he growled and soved his hand between your legs making you squeek. His long fingers pushed into you the tape on his fingers scratching your inner walls.

“Tendou that hurts,”

“shut up slut,” he snapped, than spat on your face grabbing your jaw before you could whipe it away with his other hand “I am going to play with your little whore body as much as I want and unless it’s your safeword I don’t want to hear a peep from you about it,” he growled his brought fingers pumping in and out of you getting covered in your slick.  You shut your mouth with a snap.

Tendou smiled and pressed a wet kiss to your cheek then one to your mouth. You didn’t open your lips for him but he didn’t mind drooling on the outside of your mouth instead of the inside. He could feel your pulpy walls suck and grasp at his fingers, while still giving way when he probed, reaching open for him and he knew you were ready to take his cock. 

Tendou roughly flipped you so your back was to him and your front mushed into the side of the bed. he pulled out his fingers and slid his cock inside of you, Dispite his threat to stay quiet it seemed you couldn’t help yourself, and a quiet moan slipped out. 

Tendou didn’t reprimad you though. He knew it was hard for dumb kitty sluts like you to keep quiet espesically when they were getting their greedy little cunts stuffed. Besides it wasn’t like he didn’t like it when you screamed for him. 

“you know why I’m not fucking you on the bed Kitten?” he asked as he started moving your hips up and down in his lap with one hand the other keeping your face pressed to the matress side, you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to.

“Becuase I wouldn’t want to get my bed dirty with your stupid body, I don’t want your dirty cum running my sheets so you get fucked on the floor like the dirty slut you are, and that way I can at least mop up the fucking mess you make,” he growled and his hands moved to tug at your ears. The cat ones on your head. You yelped in pain as he pulled out your hair, your screams only muffled by the side of the bed. 

Your pussy was so wet it was dripping down your thighs and darkening the seat of Tendou’s pants where you landed with each thrust into you. He loved it, He loved the screaming and the mess you wearing making and how if he asked you right now if you wanted to stop you’s say no. you’d beg for Master to keep abusing your little whore body until you came. 

“I can feel how close you are to cumming,” he whispered in your ear. your human ones. Your body shuddered. He reached around and pulled out your tits from your bra and started twisting and tugging on your nipples making your body shudder. 

“Do you even remember why you agreed to let me use this stupid cunny or are you just happy to have it stuffed?” he growled 

“I bet you’d let just about anyone use this cunt if it meant you got to cum isn’t that right you whore? you worthless pathetic slut-” he flipped you in his arms so he could see your tear stained face while you came. you moth was having open as he bounced you up and down in his lap, you were hickuping while you tried to stop crying. Tednou smiled. you were so cute. he leaned in and took advantage of your parted lips to stick his tongue in your mouth. 

He pulled back only when you started choking on his tongue. “I want you to cum,” he said slapping you across the face with an open palm.

“cum on my cock while I hit you,” he demanded striking you again. It’s not like he had to ask, he could feel you clamping down around him. You only got closer to your orgasm. 

“tendou,” you moaned as your pleasure built over and came around him. tendou pulled out and straddled your chest. 

“jerk me off and tell me you love me,” he ordered.  you reached up and wrapped your hands around his cock jerking him off like he asked. It was hard to talk you were still crying but you did your best.

“I-I love you so much Satori, no one can fuck me like you can, I love it when you’re mean to me and I love being your kitten I wouldn’t want anyone else to touch me or fuck me,” you moaned. He didn’t warn you before he came, he liked the look of surprise on your face when his liquidy cum fell all over your chest.

He held up the poloriod camera snapping one final photo. “are we done tonight cutie or do you want more?” he asked you started crying again and held your arms open. 

Satori collected you in his arms, not caring about the cum staingin his shirt and shushed you gently. “You did so good for me princess I’m so proud of you,” he said quietly Tendou lifted you up and rested you on his bed peering your face lightly with kisses.

“you want to get cleaned up baby?” he cooed and you nodded. He left you on the bed momentarily before returning to the bed with a warm washcloth and a change of clothes. 

After he whipped off the cum he took off your ears and tail, rubbing he sore spots on your scalp he had created. Then he let you get dressed, one of his old hoddies and shorts. 

“Water,” he said handing you a bottle. 

“Satori I’m not thirsty, I just want to cuddle,” you pouted. 

“nope I only cuddle well hydrated kitties,” he said climbing beside you on the bed. you frowned and cracked the bottle open taking a pull from the bottle. Tendou smiled and pulled you into his arms giving you more kisses. 

“I love you so much baby, you’re so pretty and strong, you took me so well,” he purred and you snuggled deeper into his chest. 

“do you want to watch anime? or maybe a true-crime show?” he asked 

“it’s Tuesday,” you muttered. 

“oh right,” Tendou said clicking on the TV. it was Bachelor night.

[ticklygiggles]

The Good Old Days

My squealing Santa for @amazingmsme I’m sorry it’s fashionably late, I had so many ideas that I started over at least 3 times. I hope you enjoy anyway! (Secret Santa)

The evening hours are quiet around Stark’s upper floors, as hard as that is to come across in a large building in the middle of an even larger city, but Steve isn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Quiet time is a rarity in itself for people like him and he won’t waste it dwelling on the brevity of it, no sir. He’s going to spend some quality time with a bottle of fine wine and Charles Dickens and -

The elevator dinged.

“Whoever said Sunday is a day of rest was a dirty fucking liar and I hate them.”

Steve chuckled as he continued pouring himself a drink. “ Do you mean God?” The sound of heavy boots accompanied his amusement, followed by a familiar soldier rounding the corner.

“Yeah, that guy. You’d think the government would lead by his example for how much they kiss his ass.” The two men traded grins as Bucky pulled a seat up to the bar, though Steve shook his head.

“Language.”

“Fuck off.”

Oh really now? Steve raised an eyebrow. “Rough day?”

Bucky shrugged, twisting his lip in a dismissive gesture. “Nah. But you know how it is. Busy.” He accepted the glass that was pushed his way, filled with something dark red and musky. Undoubtedly expensive and fancy as shit, just like the man that owned it. But he didn’t care. Alcohol was alcohol.

“Yeah, I get it. Then again, when has the government ever lead us by God’s example?”

Bucky smirked around a mouthful of Dark Red. “True,” Steve was probably the best leader that he’d ever known, but like hell he would say that and let it get to Captain America’s big head. “All I’m sayin’ is they have got to stop riding our asses so hard.”

“Why, because you’re so old? Maybe you should consider retirement.”

Bucky stopped, drink halfway to his mouth as he stared back at the 100-year-old-fart that dared to insult him like that. Steve just shrugged as he carried his drink to the couch, barely containing a smug smile. “I’m just saying.”

“You’re a real asshole, Rogers.”

“I’m just saying!”

Bucky scoffed with a roll of his eyes, snatching the bottle Steve left off the counter before getting up to join his friend. “Always starting fights.”

Steve sipped from his glass, resting an arm along the back of the leather couch. It wasn’t all that comfortable, but he made do. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The cushion dipped as Bucky’s weight settled beside him, and he could hear the man’s eye roll almost as clearly as his Scoff of Disbelief. “Mhm.”

They staid that way for a while, drinking quietly. The sky became darker and darker as the minutes ticked by, and the atmosphere calmed between the two men slightly.

“You know, things were a lot different when we were younger.” Bucky pondered, swishing the liquid in the wine bottle around.

“Understatement of the year, Buck.”

“No, no, I know - I mean before the war. You were smaller then. You really looked young for your age, even then. I honestly couldn’t figure out why you wanted to go war. You know. Until I realized you were a punk.”

They both chuckled slightly at that, Steve nudging Bucky’s arm. “I guess. You were different, too, though. Seemed like you had your whole life planned out.” And you had both arms, which he doesn’t add because he doesn’t want to spoil the evening-turn-night that they’d stumbled into.

“Me? Nah, not back then. But look at us now, like old men on a porch. All old and nostalgic.”

Steve shrugged, gaze lingering on the other man a little longer than usual. It was true that they were older, but Bucky would always seem like the wiser of the two of them. At least, in some ways. “I don’t know, man. I think you look pretty good for your age.”

Bucky glanced away from the windows across the room, meeting Steve’s look and briefly glancing at his lips. “…Good. Damn skin therapy cost me an arm.”

Steve laughed at that, as inappropriate as the joke was. “Bucky! Don’t talk like that.” He expected some sort of witty banter in return, but his friend just moved in closer, an even wider grin on his face.

“Damn, you know what that reminds me of?”

Steve eyed the other man suspiciously. “Should I?”

“Don’t you remember any of those wrestling matches we had? On the couch cushions, no less. Every time you got in a pissy mood ‘cause you were a sore loser, I’d just…” He chuckled a little, moving closer. “You were so easy, Steve.” He made a wiggly motion with his fingers.

Steve took that advancement for what it was and shifted an entire cushion over, muscles tense and ready for a chase if necessary. “Bucky, I think we outgrew all of that crap a long time ago.” That was grown up talk for ’don’t you fucking dare.’

But Bucky was never one to back down from a challenge. He saw that look in Cap’s baby blues and that look was good old fashioned fear, alright? The fun kind. “If you say so…” He trailed off, setting the wine down next to the glass that Steve had ignored for a while. “But aren’t you even the slightest bit curious if it still works?”

Still works? Steve raised an eyebrow. “Uh, not really? I’ve had a lot of o- umph!”

The blonde was silenced with a couch pillow to the face, which threw him completely off guard in the two seconds that it took for Bucky to tackle him to the (thankfully carpeted) floor.

The struggle actually lasted longer than most of their childhood matches had ever gone. Now that Steve actually had meat on his bones and the muscles to go with it (not to mention special training), getting himself free by maturely smacking at Bucky’s face was easy!

Except Bucky didn’t have an arm made of vibranium when they were kids either, and Steve couldn’t shove that weight off his chest if he wanted to.

Did he even want to?

Steve sputtered as he continued to push against Bucky’s iron (ha) hold of his upper body, using his heels to push against the floor - but that only pushed him father back into the bastard’s chest. “Buck- James - damn it, let go!��

“Language, Captain!” The other man teased, a little breathless from taking down 200 pounds of American Beef but otherwise unharmed. “Now what was that you were saying earlier about how I should retire?”

Steve was about to snap something snarky in response, but then he felt fingers “adjusting their grip” on his ribs and he stiffened completely. “Bucky. Stop it.”

Bucky grinned knowingly, loving how absolutely screwed his captive was under his grip. Steve might have gotten bigger, but he was still a snot nosed kid, and he was going to get his ass handed to him again. Just like the old times.

“I don’t know…” He tsked. “I mean, I knocked you down just like that, Rogers. Maybe you need another lesson, huh?”

“Oh, you got lucky! I- I’m drunk! You’re drunk! Let me gohoho - no!” Steve squirmed against the fingers that rippled against his ribs on either side of the tight hug he was trapped in, biting his lip and grunting.

“C'mon, Steve! You remember this now, don’t ya?” Was it too evil to enjoy the hell out of something that childish? Even if it was, Bucky didn’t care. Listening to his friend laugh was always a good time and he wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Meanwhile, Steve suffered. He wrenched against Bucky’s hug of death so so so so many times and yet he couldn’t escape those deft fingers for the life of him. It felt so bad. It was awful horrible, cruel torture, but more than anything it tickled. so. bad. And when those fingers dug inbetween Steve’s lower ribs?

He cracked.

There he was, Captain America, a hero. Giggling like a little bitch because the winter soldier was tickling him to relive his sadistic memories. Of course.

“Was that so hard, Steve? It’s gotta be coming back to you now, right?”

“I hahate you!!” Steve squealed - squealed for Christ’s sake! - slipping down further in Bucky’s grip to the point that his head pushed back against Buck’s shoulder.

The most horrible part was that Steve did remember. He remembered being a sore loser and whining about losing unfair wrestling matches and then - then there was this. Bucky pinning him, getting him to laugh so hard his stomach hurt, those quick hands and that warm smile…

It went on for minutes before Steve slumped back against Bucky entirely, limp and twitchy despite the fact that fingers were still exploring his ribs and sides with gentle scribbles and spidering up-and-down movements that never seemed to lighten up.

“I-I give! I gihive, plehehease…” He breathed, giggling interspersed within his begging.

Bucky stopped then, grinning down at the pile of blonde mush he’d created. “Got you good, didn’t I?”

Steve didn’t have the energy to answer, so he tried to make his breathing sound disgruntled as he recovered from that ridiculous assault.

Bucky let go of him slowly, and Steve pushed at him sluggish the moment he did.

“Just remember that the next time you decide to disrespect your elders, yeah?”

“ Screw… you. ” Steve huffed, but he clearly wasn’t as angry as he pretended to be.

Bucky knew that. And he smiled as he stood, ruffling Steve’s already-mussed hair. “Oh, and by the way?” He stopped to pick the bottle of wine off the table, reading the label. “Neither of us get drunk anymore. Perks of working for the government, remember?”

Steve heard the elevator ding a few minutes later, and all he could do was smile.

“Yeah. I remember.”

[thesleepiestspiny]

A Mutual Disgust

 Mezmerane's presence in Olai, despite Terrandus's fears, has been nonexistent. Ever since that first dream, he'd been worried that eventually, he'd return to a razed town. But no such thing has happened in all the times he's gotten to see it in the distance. No fires, no obvious signs of dismay, no news of mass desertion. The man himself said that he had no immediate interest in going there. He amended "yet" to that statement, sure, but he sounded like he was just trrying to be mysterious.

There is very good reason for that.

 Months before the adventure began, Mezmerane sought to return to his old stomping grounds, and engineer a finish to what he had started. He walked down the street in the dead of night, having emerged from the shadows of an alley to bypass the guards. He whistled, gently, as he looked around, trying to sense someone who would be most vulnerable to his magic. Eventually, however, he heard someone else was awake at this hour.

 The cleric, intrigued, moved to investigate. Perhaps this was the one he would turn. But as he drew closer, just around the corner, he noticed that what seemed like a lantern's glow at first was green in coloration. He heard something wooden being knocked around, and things falling to the ground. A thief, he imagined. He could work with another one of those.

 As he rounded the corner, he was met with a stange sight. One that, somehow, managed to make his blood run a bit cold for a reason he couldn't place yet.

He looked to the bandit, hunched over a cart of vegetables as he cleared his throat. He held a sword in one hand, and a shield in the other, shuddering to himself as his antennae twitched. Mezmerane could practically smell the madness dwelling within. And so, he approached. Inching closer, silently, before stopping just short of breathing down the man's neck.

 "Aaah, who might you be?" Mezmerane said in a disarming tone. It was then that the individual whipped around. The cleric squinted as he backed away and realized that the man carried no lantern. The light came from his eyes.

The two stared at eachother, both speechless for a time until the thief broke it.

"YOU... YOU WOULD SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN?!"

He drew his sword and took a stance as Mezmerane felt a chill run down his spine at the sound of that voice. Before he could recover, he felt the swipe of a sword at his cheek as he ducked away.

"And- Who takes offense, may I ask?" he said, trying to maintain his smug demeanor. The man pointed his blade forward, eyes literally alight with ethereal flame.

"THE KNIGHT WHOSE MEN YOU SLAUGHTERED! THE MAN WHOSE LIFE YOU LEFT TOTTERED!"

And that's when the voice, the shape of the blade, dawned on Mezmerane. And he felt his heart race, as he forced his lips to maintain a hazy grin. "Ah. R-right. My delightful brother in law."

He knew now who this was. The former captain of the town guard, Korinja. Or at least, what was left of him. And despite his best efforts, Mezmerane was not prepared for this. He hadn't expected him to have such a boundless resolve as this. He snapped out of his contemplation and drew a dagger of stone from his cloak to block the knight's oncoming strike.

"WHAT A DELIGHTFUL TWIST THAT FATE HAS CAST! NOW I SHALL HAVE VENGEANCE, AT LONG LAST!"

Mezmerane had a quip on the tip of his tongue. 'I would have thought the twisting of your neck would've been fine enough!'

But he couldn't get it out. Allt hat came out was "I... would-"

"YOU WOULD DO NOTHING BUT LIE, LIE LIE! AND NOW IT IS TONIGHT YOU SHALL FINALLY DIE!"

 Korinja brought his shield up, using the bladed side of it to leave a gash across Mezmerane's face. It didn't hurt, and yet he yelped as he forced himself away from the clash. "No. no no no NO NO..." He dashed forward, dagger drawn. Even as he felt a vague twinge as the man's blade impaled him through the torso, knocking Korinja to the ground as he drove his own weapon into the knight's head, over and over until he felt it cave in.

"NO! NO! NO! YOU! STAY! DEAD!"

 He wasn't laughing. The panicked rasping could hardly be mistaken for laughter. He kept stabbing until he felt the dagger hitting dirt. He watched the light fade from what remained of his brother in law's spectral eyes as he began to calm down somewhat. A brief chuckle escaped inbetween labored breaths.

 But then, he felt a hand grab at his face. He was picked up by what should've been an inert body and tossed aside, off the blade as what he knew for a fact was a beheaded corpse walked over to the cart, pulled a gourd off it, and placed it on the broken vertebrae. Mezmerane muttered again. "no. No no no. You can't be th-... this strong..."

 Mezmerane knew a wraith when he saw one. And even wraiths typically fell when the head was destroyed. But as he frantically searched the previous pile of mush, he realized there were no skull fragments inside. Only pulped vegetation and seeds. No one's soul should be able to function like this without some semblence of a head to keep them focused.

Korinja was no normal wraith. Mezmerane didn't know how to deal with this.

He ran. Ran as he heard Korinja's voice begin to echo once again.

"A COWARD YOU WERE THEN, AND A COWARD YOU ARE NOW! SHOULD YOU RETURN, I WILL SLAY YOU, THAT IS MY VOW!"

A laugh echoed through the city streets. A laugh that was not Mezmerane's. That laugh made the cleric forget all about his undying body, his vast power. As he ran past a checkpoint, The guards wrote him off as a bandit that got scared off by something that would be their problem relatively soon. As he reached a hill far away from the city, he stopped and looked back.

He saw that green light peeking out from over the buildings. He knew he couldn't go back there. Not directly, not where that stain of a man could see him. At the very least, he took some vague solace in knowing that the town already had a madman roaming the streets. But outside of this... All he could think about as he left the area was memories he tried to forget the details of, rushing back and reminding him of just how much a slave to his own mind he really was. Of how much he hated this world.

[black-strike-otp]

quid pro quo au part 1

They never end I swear. I’m consumed by a fuckton of aus.

Under ‘read more’ becuz I hate long posting, it feels rude! 👍 this’ll be issued in parts or sections; with a special tag labeled quid pro quo AU among other tags but ya know- you’ll know it’s interconnecting if it has that tag.

Stationed in one of the Autobot’s bases during the height of the war, Novastrike is a simple lackey. She follows orders; doing as she’s told, from running errands to fighting on the battlefield and all sorts of inbetween. She’s not important or high-ranking, but likable.

Blackout, as always, is a high-ranking General in the Deception army. He’s often sent on solo missions, or on the frontlines. If he’s sent out, you know it’s going to be a massacre. Few escape him and his partner. He’s a legend of Death.

Or, was.

The ‘story’ begins with no explanation of how, but Blackout and only Blackout (where is Scorponok u useless butt) has been detained in a prison cell where Nova is staying. It’s suggested this is not the best prison the Autobot’s hold, as Blackout is expected to be taken elsewhere in time, but it’s reliable and there’s an assumption that the surrounding area is not safe to transfer this prisoner of war.

A bit too soft-sparked for her own good, Novastrike finds out that the prisoner is being tortured through eavesdropping with those big ol’ ears on some of the Autobots. Being both a gullible stupid femme and pile of mush that finds torture wrong and immoral by Autobot standards, she tries sending in a report to the higher ranking Autobots; Optimus and his crew.

Unfortunately, a message can not be sent. There’s too much chance of Decepticons in the area getting the message before the Autobots do. Nova tries to drop it, hoping things will pass, but she becomes more concerned after overhearing things levels below the one she’s on... There’s no shouting, but there’s indistinguishable yelling and unpleasant sounds of metal tearing and grinding.

After a few days, frustrated at being unable to get out a message and hearing the faint sounds levels down, she decides to do something about it.

Sweet child, you are stupid and too sympathetic.

So, she manages to sneak her way down levels partly through the elevators, sneaking through air vents, sneaking along with folks with clearance, and basically being a ninja. Novastrike follows someone into a room and notices that indeed, a handful of mechs have been torturing this strange Tall Giant Black Mech. Not for information either, they’re jeering and sneering and spitting on him like he’s trash.

Very bad conduct. Nova is displeased, this is not Autobot behavior. The Tall Mech has his head down, so it’s hard to tell how hurt he is, but to her all the missing, damaged, bloody armor should hurt??? Right??

Being the smart-mouthed naive bby Nova is, she lets herself be known- much to the surprise of the Autobots in the room. They immediately turn aggressive with her berating them; snapping and growling how a stupid young femme like her doesn’t understand. This mech is a killer, a destroyer, a literal piece of literal slag and she needs to go, now.

Nova refuses, and says if they don’t stop she is going to report them.

Truly pissed now, someone goes to snatch up Nova but she ain’t having none of that bs. While the Autobot bends over Nova hops up on his shoulder, and as he teeters with shock and tries to slap at her, she jumps off him and to where the Giant Mech is restrained.

A collective “bitch don’t u dare” goes through the mechs in a hushed whisper. Nova ignores them, she tries fiddling with the restraint.

Blackout raises his head. Everyone suddenly flinches; he hasn’t moved at all pretty much since being placed in this room, tortured, and has been silent during the commotion of Nova entering.

Someone makes a gesture to Nova, starts to say something like “you better move” but the damage has been done. Ya’ll fucked.

Almost as soon as Nova shifts away from Blackout’s restraint it snaps and he curls his servo into a fist.

Collective screams from everyone in the room.

Someone tries to advance quickly to restrain Blackout before he breaks free but he just unfurls a set of blades and starts breaking free and swinging at anyone approaching.

More screams, now with Autobots scrambling for cover or for weapons and torture devices, literally anything in the room to defend themselves with.

A bloody fight begins. Damaged, probably lacking in energon, Blackout starts hacking mechs up as he goes. A frightened and shocked Nova darts around pedes, up until Blackout finds a pattern to her weaving and manages to snatch her up while taking names. And limbs. And heads. Whatever is most convenient.

Why am I downstairs, Blackout wonders. I want to go upstairs, but there is no stairs.

He just makes his own variation of ‘stairs’ in a mcfucking giant hole that exits the building nbd

Giving the ‘icy glare of execution’, Blackout pretty much bids farwell with an added. “If you try shooting me down just know you’re killing one of your own Autobots. I don’t think Optimus Prime would approve if you did that.”

Shit he right OP gonna hear bout this and if he hears we tried or did shoot down this guy and hurt a fellow kidnapped Autobot he gon be pissed so lets not.

Cue the Great Escape of Satan yoloing out the building.

Excuse me femme I hope U don’t mind restraints and by that I mean when I transform into alt mode and we go fly I’ma redirect some armor to pin ya so ya don’t blow up my innards k??? We cool???

Small banter. Mostly concerning a “You have to be the most clueless Autobot ever do you know who I am??? You pitied me??? Primus you are a fool.” as well as “Giant McFuck if you are so important isn’t your leader gonna wreck ur ass for being kidnapped in the first place??? Lmao u failure.”

Nervous sweatdrop on Blackout’s behalf. Don’t judge me bitch shit happens. That was low. Damn bitch cool it.

As thanks for ‘rescuing’ him, Blackout does let Novastrike go- in Decepticon territory but hey, at least he ain’t delivering her to the Cons. A weenie soft-spark like you wouldn’t survive lol. How have you survived this long.

More irked than worried about her situation Nova pretty much gives him a ‘good riddance and frag off’ as she starts heading off in a random direction. Primus knows if she makes it back to ally territory she’s going to be in hecka trouble with the Autobots for this mess but she hopes at least not as much trouble as the mechs may be.

Already musing a semi-honest but white lie nevertheless (okay a big lie- it’s a big lie but the truth is sad) a lie to tell Megatron about where he’s been for the last UNKNOWN amount of days, Blackout takes off again. He got places to be. Probably.

End scene.

How can folks fuck up so much in one go tho guys..... really....