#and he just came up to me asking for pets!!!

[introloves]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

“allowed” is not a word toji is familiar with. hardly listening to those he has an inkling of respect for- he’s now barely tolerating a “hands off” rule implemented by his coach and you.

boxer! toji + dom! toji + man handling + orgasm denial (m! receiving) + pet names (angel, sweetheart, angel face) + rough sex + toji is a mean, evil man + toji mocks you + mating press + messy sex + reuniting sex + cream pie + overstimulation + size kink + humilation + teasing during sex + praise + f! reader

— word count; approx 6k

there had always been one rule to your relationship with toji when his season was in play. dynamics changing just a bit, because the one rule wasn’t imposed by him; but by coaches- his team advising the best course of action to ensure that he would come out victorious season after season.

and that was; absolutely, under no circumstance- was toji allowed to cum.

you could remember the first time that rule was introduced, naive and innocent to the world of this sport. mouth popping open in surprise when his coach stepped next to you, having decided to join toji on one of his practice sparrings for the first time.

the line of questioning felt odd, wondering why his coach looked over at you with a known smile- like he knew what was going to be said would spark some surprise.

“he’s a beast, huh.” spoken while looking at you from the side of his eye- watching while you squeezed both hands together, trying to calm the uneven thumping in your chest when every heavy swing was directed towards your man.

“mhm.” you nodded, lip hurting from the way your teeth dug in nervously, trying hard to keep your focus on the older man standing next to you while staring at toji.

“i wouldn't worry too much, sweetheart.” he assured, speaking up to let the men know it was a good time to take a break. toji looking over past the ropes at you two with interest, hooking heavy arms against the cords to rest for just a bit, sweat clinging onto the black tee he chose to wear during practice. throwing his coach a pointed look with an arched eyebrow- zeroing in on your sweet face, sending you a wink.

stomach flipping with the cocky attitude that emanated from him in waves, now more with the fact that an angel had their eyes on him.

“you two remind me of when i was younger.” the man chuckled. throwing a rag over his shoulder and turning to face you dead on. “in love, yeah? i can see it.” he mumbled, trying to find the right wording.

“passions high, things get… intense real easy, right?” the coach spoke, after seconds of looking pained by just forming the words leaving his mouth.

finally breaking over the focus you had on your boyfriend- trying to keep the burn down from the way he chose to throw compliments at you, whistles and pet names- even during his precious breaks. your eyes looked at the man next to you, crossing your arms in confusion and interest at what he was telling you.

“yeah?” you answer, inquisitive, trying to find what you had missed to be asked this.

“well, with the season starting- i gotta advise you two to… take a step back. i'm sure he hasn’t told you that there’s absolutely no sex before his matches, right?”

a singular squeak left you, pinching your lips together- the curious stance slowly turning into crossed arms and a burning face. looking over at toji briefly, glancing at his pumped biceps, the sweat trickling down his neck, and the kisses he was blowing you before swinging his head back and laughing into the gym knowing what was being spoken about given your shocked expression. you wanted to strangle him, preferred if this came from your loving boyfriend's mouth, rather than a man old enough to be your grandfather.

“no. he didn’t tell me.” you almost whined, trying to keep composure in the face of the only man toji took any sort of direction from.

he could only shrug.

“it's a conversation you and the boy need to have, take him home- sweets.” the man said, stepping up into the ring and calling over the other man sparring against toji, giving you an opening to snatch your boyfriend away.

“toji.” you whine, walking over to his corner- stepping over the rags and bottles littering the ringside, trying to keep your pout down to a half hearted smile while you looked up at him.

“yeah, angel?” he hummed, crouching down to try and steal kisses from you- quickly discarding the gloves in a messy heap against the ring floor. hands reaching down to cup your face closer to him the best he could with the wraps still on him. tongue eagerly licking against your teeth, biting down on the swell of your lower lip- nearly growling into every push. only discouraged from showing everyone in this gym who you belonged to when you choked out a small noise- embarrassment and heat mixing into a haze that felt heavy in your chest.

letting you go with a final suck of your lower lip, letting his tongue lick at his own- smiling proudly at the dazed look on your face. eyes lidded, face lax and swollen lips glossy.

“coach said we could leave.” you finally muttered out, stepping back with your arms crossed over your chest ‘cause you were foolish enough to let him get close and now you would have to suffer even more than you already were with the rule lingering at the forefront of your mind.

“yeah? i could still go a couple rounds...” toji murmured, looking back at his team- knowing what all this about. sending a frown at his coach, only to be dismissed with a wave.

“mmm, you don't wanna go home with me?” you wondered, sweetening your words- smiling when he huffed and nodded like there was ever going to be anything else he wanted more.

letting him off the hook for the time being for not telling you what was to come… or not to come and for god knows how long.

beginning the routine of putting his wraps away, grabbing a random rag and using that to freshen himself off a little for you- even though you liked him sweaty.

bruised hands, swollen and a little too hot- big and sturdy finding your own when he was finally done. taking you proudly through the front of the gym, like a pretty little trophy that he won all on his own.

and when the two of you were alone, happy enough to bask in his attention- laying pretty before him now that he had showered and changed into nothing but gray sweatpants that were held up by his hand while he walked towards you, peering down at you like he wanted something. eyes widening before you snapped them back up to his face when you saw the unmistakable twitch of his cock hanging heavy between his thighs.

it was almost too hard to cross your legs at your ankles- shaking your head between giggles that crawled up your throat. watching how he bent his body down over you, pressing your hand between his tits; remembering the words his own coach gave him.

“nuh uh, you gotta stay away- boss’s orders.” you murmured between trying to press your legs up between the two of you, back pressed down onto the bed while he grabbed at your ankle and tugged it up against his waist like it obviously belonged there.

toji scoffed, rolling his eyes- hot hands softened only a bit by the shower, rolling up your thigh. fingertips squeezing so hard it made you squirm.

you knew he hated the thought of being denied you, of being told what to do. but this came with the job, and you knew he couldn’t… you two, couldn’t afford to lose any matches. not like he could anyways, but still, you knew if he got too excited beforehand- he wouldn’t be able to put you down and from what you’ve read, it weakened them- men and those in his profession.

“sweetheart.” he mumbled right back when you finally squeezed your foot up against the middle of his chest and pushed, setting him back on his haunches before you. hands coming up to hide from him- not the smartest move on your end because in seconds he had crawled back up; this time using just a sliver of his freakish strength to set any effort aside. letting you know with the previous attempts- he had let you move him.

“nuh uh,” he mimicked right back, “if you’re not gonna let me touch- at least let me see you, angel baby.” toji breathed, pressing his scarred lips to the same hand he had pried from your face, breathing down onto it before dropping it. the weight of him pushing aside any offending limbs to curl down; lips hungry for any taste he could get.

passing them down over your throat and right above the swell of your chest- a kiss so tender it was nearly uncharacteristic of him; like he was apologizing to your body for not doing more.

“your loss.” he groaned before rolling off of you when your hands reached up for him- scorning you like it had been your decision; leaving you gasping and whining.

turning to fight with him before the sight of his hardened cock- straining against the gray sweatpants he had chosen to wear, stopped you. his gaze pinned to the ceiling instead of you, head cushioned by his hands. biceps curling and flexing like he was trying not to move.

shutting down any feeling of anger- seeing now, how much it weighed on him too.

easier to turn around- laying on your side away from him, face hot against your hand; a pout so deep it nearly hurt painted on your face. stomach dropping like it was all your fault- already lamenting about the complications of this.

all before toji slithered a hand against your side, bringing you right to him with no effort. cradling your body to his own, acting like his dick wasn't slotted between the two of you, groaning at the contact but taking no other action.

“this is going to be hell, ain’t it.” he wondered, nose finding purchase along the path he had pressed kisses to just seconds ago. like a dog licking a wound.

“mhm, ‘specially cause you think with your stupid dick.” you murmured- halfway giggling when you grabbed at his hand squeezing against your side rhythmically, bringing it up to hug; your own lips pressing soft passes over bruised skin.

feeling the hot breath of a sigh tickle down your back, trying to keep things light even when the sweetness you both approached each other with was charged.

“actin’ like you don't like it, princess.” toji smiled, teeth bared while a smile played on a face you couldn’t see. wrapping his arms around you further- a pass of his tongue up the nape of your neck causing the frantic wiggling of your body, whining when he didn’t let go.

“how long ‘til the match?” he wondered, speaking above your still kicking body in between barks of his own laughter when you couldn’t budge a singular inch off his hold.

sighing- rolling your eyes when you finally ceded, goosebumps crawling up your back; you went limp and sighed.

“two weeks.”

the next sound was that of a giggle from you when he let out a rather loud note of pure agony- something not like him at all; before scooping you into his arms, like he was trying to absorb your very being into his own, not noticing or saying a thing when the full weight of you nestled right on top his still throbbing cock.

and just to his dismay- the two weeks seemed to drag on. he wasn’t used to being denied your body, futile attempts to just sink the tip inside of you rejected night after night; even amidst the promises that,

“angel face- i swear it’ll be just the tip, won’t even cum, i swear it.” and maybe that would mean something if it was coming out of the mouth of anyone that wasn’t toji zenin.

having gone weirdly sweet when around you, especially after hours of sparring matches- pressing his face too hard into the curve of your neck. or feigning innocence when hands that always seemed to wander crept too close to the apex of your thighs.

his pout, ever prominent when you finally caught on and shifted away from him, trying to keep space so this exact thing didn’t happen. knocking blows to your own conviction, because it was so odd to see him beg and sulk- your man who always stood so tall, unwavering- and a bit mean at times, reduced to trying a compromise because he missed your cunt so bad.

but with the tension building- there was something like a secret being swapped between the two of you. a secret promise that every day would pass faster than the last- and before you two knew it; he was fighting.

the glory of it never waned, sitting ringside in your promised seat in his corner didn’t lose its weight. hands pressed into balls on top of your thighs while the cheering all melted together into one continuous roar.

the ringside walk took too long, but the actual fight itself didn’t. your eyes never leaving off of his form, the twinkling of overhead lights glittering off fractured drops of sweat while he moved about.

all show; knowing if he got close the fight would be as good as over. your own fingers pinched together while you watched, fingernails digging crescent moons into the soft part of your hands- holding your breath while he finally circled in, stepping close and letting just one fist swing upwards to the tired opponent. his coach sat next to you leaned in to congratulate you- as if you were the one who won before the man even fell down onto the vinyl.

acting like this was a dance between the two would have done a disservice to toji, he was dancing; the other man looked like he had been running for his life since he stopped foot inside the ring. your head coming forward to rest against your knees at the sound of the bell- signaling the fight was over.

standing with tears hanging heavy against your lashes while they toted toji about; the veins prominent on his curling biceps with every shake of his gloved fist- showing everyone who’s winning hands they belonged to. something like a smile and smirk playing on his lips when he looked down at you. a promise shared while everyone else was celebrating him.

holding breath after breath in your chest following a small reminder to breathe with every intake; he was yours, but the glory of having a man so hailed and adored by people never ceased.

step after step taking you to the locker room, standing still- nearly biting your fingers with unnecessary anxiety while waiting for him in the room powered by fluorescent lights.

waiting on him while others who wanted just a sliver of attention circled like sharks to fresh meat all the way to the same spot you stood.

too in your head to feel the warmed hands reaching for your upper arm, blinking away the haze and looking at him.

feet awkwardly moving from their previous perch on the solid floor, nearly tripping on the porcelain; exclaiming out something that sounded like his name, trying to remind him to treat you with more care, fragile in hands that still had adrenaline pumping through his very being.

but just like it was difficult for you to keep yourself from dissolving into a bundled mess of nerves, it was hard on him to not act on the all consuming lust growing with each passing second, bypassing any necessary interviews or just plain praise spat in his direction- he had you. it was all he was going to need for tonight.

driven by the single thought, he didn’t stop until you were pressed down into the corner where he had shoved his bag and clothes toji had walked in here with; sweats and a too tight black shirt. hands braced against either side of the metal locker; caging you in, already dizzy with the smell of sweat and a metallic twist.

eye’s wandering down to his body at the thought that this could be his blood.

“whose blood?” you questioned, trying to keep lucid- even while pinned back against the wall, hands roaming down swollen muscles. veins thrumming with heat after taking the ring.

smelling nothing but him and a sickly metallic tang that flipped your stomach over- trying to keep your hands innocent when all you wanted to do was dig in and pull him into you.

damn the eyes still pinned to his back, even while his body crowded yours. no one would look at you if he had any saying in it, and with the adrenaline still coursing through him- he had half the mind to grab your legs and hitch them over his shoulder just to prove a point.

“the other guy’s. but you knew that.” toji stated and it was true; but there was still a part of you searching to make sure none of it was his. even words heavy with discontent- not with you, never, but with the fact that he wanted you and couldn’t do anything about it. not yet.

you nodded, tears already dotting your lash line with how long it had been since you had him, and now all that was left was to wait just a little bit.

“take me home, toji.” you whine, shaky hands leaving a trail of clean skin over the blood splattered on him before wrapping your fingers into his wet hair- tugging on the strands eagerly. lips brushing over the curve of his jaw, breathing down onto his chest. tasting something like sweat and blood, nose scrunching at the thought that he was marred in any capacity. but you knew it wasn’t his, any scrape was miniscule- bruised stomach and side, the areas where his opponent briefly made contact would be gone by tomorrow.

“ah, fuck.” toji groaned, looking up at the lights of the locker room- stomach tensing with pool of lust simmering in his stomach, knowing he would have to calm down, if only a little, if they were ever going to make it out of there.

and when he felt like he could breathe once more, when the tight coil of pure arousal waned enough for him to gulp down lungfuls of air- toji took you home.

stopping for just seconds to grab his check and eagerly pulling you behind him, catching glances of you while he turned around. spoiled and greedy with the sight of you giggling at how eager he was, making you feel just that more special.

it felt like an eternity before you were tugged over the threshold, hands reaching for you before the door closed. body arching down to meet your pouty lips- hungry for you like he's never been before.

denied of you for what was too long- it all came to a halt.

cock pressed against the material of flimsy sweatpants, it begged to have you. pulling away for seconds to actually breathe, toji reached down to pinch your face, tilting your gaze up at him. watching you blink away tears and fit tiny fingers into the space of his palm and your chin, wanting to stop with all the pretense, the wait- the swelling of want.

“toji.” you whined, lips puckering against the dimpling of your cheeks thanks to his fingers still pressing in.

acting like he was mad at you for not giving in, like all of this was your fault- eyes watching to see the simmering lust he had grappled with for nights, and days between when it had been allowed.

the singular word leaving a sour note on his tongue- “allowed”. he was toji zenin- ‘allowed’ was a word that had never pertained to him, and it never would be.

leaning in to grab at you again, like a doll he could have his way with. the sweetest reward for waiting, digging in with extra force with that simmering anger that was flipping back and forth from his stomach to chest, a slip of just how strong he was.

knew it was hard on you too- could feel it late at night when you thought he was asleep to helplessly stick fingers inside, too spoiled and used to what he gave that it wasn’t enough. let you think he was asleep because when you tried and ultimately failed- it did something to him.

hearing you try to stifle whines, hide from him by curling into a ball right next to his heated body. attending to yourself in a hopeless attempt and knowing nothing could compare to him.

his lips peeled back into something that resembled a smile, black tresses of his hair stuck onto his forehead and tickling your own when he leaned in and kissed you.

tongue hot, and strong- it licked inside your mouth, swirled along the sides of your teeth, and stopped right in front of your lips.

caught between breathing and holding it in your burning lungs, treated like a victim of his- the unbridled strength he carried resting just beneath the surface.

you couldn’t tell if you were scared, it felt like it, but there was also a tinge of lust playing right next to it. but you just blinked through that tight grip of panic; it was okay to be scared sometimes, scary felt good with him.

a singular whine escaping between the captured air- bringing down that smile of his once more.

but it was softer, no longer tinged with that seething warmth.

toji blinked, and actually looked down at you- eyes focusing on different parts of what was right in front of him, lips pouty and painted glossy with his spit- fingers still dimpling the fat of your face, your own digits wrapped around his thick wrist in a feeble attempt to pry his hand off.

“cute.”

it felt mocking, like he could laugh at you any second for getting off on how he was treating you; it was so tempting to bite back that it was the same with him, he was getting off on humiliating you like this- holding you open to gaze down at the very chords of your being.

but you didn’t, you were *good* and toji knew that too- it’s why it was so easy to shift the hold of your face down to either side of your neck; fingers pressing into the thrumming veins settled right there. easy to let go once satiating the need to make it hurt, bringing his arms down to where your ass meets your legs to tug you up. letting you wrap your arms around his neck- dependable and strong enough to carry you with ease, trying not to bump into the edges of things while he looked up at you. taking seconds from this moment to simply press his face to the center of your chest, kissing you like you’d even feel it given the clothes keeping you away from him.

your own fingers moving from their hold to ensure you wouldn’t fall to the stray strands of hair littering the nape of his neck. liking the fact that it was getting longer- there was just something about his long black hair you found comfort in; liked it when he was wound down enough to let you run your hands through it- softening the edges of his being with your love.

thoughts of how sweet he was to you, and only you, interrupted when he finally made it into your shared space. unceremoniously dumping you down onto the bed like he wasn’t just adoringly looking up at you, knees dipping down against where your legs folded into your waist; dipping you down with how heavy and big he was. making a show in how slow he was to place his palms against either side of your face.

every movement calculated, like he was waiting for you to comment on the slow pace he’s chosen to take, and just like he thought. it didn't take long to look up at him, pout already forming on your lips.

“toji.” his name whined and already breathy, hands searching for anything that would tug him back up to you. needing him so much it hurt, the singular chord of need seemingly moving any limbs for a chance to entice him further. like he wasn't also panting and wanting.

dizzy when you looked away from his lidded eyes for just a second to see his sweats hanging lower than they had been seconds ago- the imprint of him heavy and low. eyes rolling to the back of your head with the wet lust pooling between your legs.

trying so hard to keep your body from squeezing down onto nothing, stomach clenching in its stead.

“toji.” named whined again, like he didn’t hear you the first time.

“talk to me.” you whimpered, trying to keep a creeping panic down. trying to worm itself up from the odd coil of lust mixed in- seeing him look down at you. jaw set and hands shaking; palms warm and rough against the round skin on the fat of your face. thumbs tracing the start of your hairline over and over- trying not to vocally grunt when the twitch of his cock was so forceful it knocked air from him.

he could only laugh, bringing the pads of his thumb down to swipe under your eyes.

“what do you want me to say, angel?” toji questioned, distracting you with the answer he knew you wanted.

too spoiled and needy, knowing you we’re nothing but a creature of want bundled up with a pretty bow and pleading eyes.

“want me to tell you how much i want you?” toji asked, bringing both hands- finally latching onto the waistband of your bottoms before tugging without restraint of his strength.

pulling you down with the force a good inch before leaning down and placing a kiss to your forehead.

“want me to tell you how i heard you touch that dangerous little cunt, every night? right next to me?” he hissed, remembering it all. tipping over the swirl of emotions settled deep into the pit of his stomach. brought forth with the adrenaline slowly waning, replaced by want.

a hand slipping between both of your bodies to cup at the heat he was just speaking on. pulling fingers away saturated in slick, smiling something sick before pressing his fingers to his lips.

canines glistening against the low light, prying out another uncontrolled spasm- hips jutting off the bed to plead better than any words you could stupidly come up with.

wet mouth coming down, those same teeth catching the soft skin under your ear, bucking once more- hips caught down with those hands of his. waiting for you to notice the heaviness of his cock, freed from any confines, painting lines of lust across the apex of your thighs.

“too sweet.” toji whispered, uncharacteristically, once more. teetering you over that small and tiny space he seemed to shove you in a moment's notice. nose tipping up to breathe, to catch any sort of lucidity you still held.

excitement pumping through your veins with every throbbing push of hot blood, you could see your heart beat now. could feel the swollen and equally hot cock head poke against your swollen little clit, nothing but jolts wrecking through your body with every passing second *he* was making you wait.

and toji was a sick, twisted man- letting you look at him and start another plea before finally pressing himself inside. physically feeling the contraction of your pussy before you relaxed, tears dotting your lashes. swallowing down his name with a cry when his swollen head popped inside, head pressed back into the bed to cry out nothing but his name over and over.

too dizzy to notice the way he picked up your limp legs, hooking them over the curve of his arms before coming back to you. trapping you, keeping you bundled up and tiny.

viscous, teeth gnawing against one another- toji groaned. adrenaline waning, dizzy in his own right, body strung up with nothing but physical strength.

thankful for his own power because the cunt squeezing around his cock so tight- he had to fight to fit inside seemed to sap any better judgment or mental fortitude.

“come on angel- your turn. you talk.” toji nearly bickered, trying to bring the focus back in your eyes. and since he was a sick, and mean man- he enjoyed seeing your face scrunch up, sucking in little breath after little, hiccuped breath.

knocking that focus clear off your face with pistoning thrusts so hard, the jolt itself tempered him through the thick fog of lust and pleasure. barking out something akin to a laugh and groan watching you shake your head and squish your nose up something cute.

how was he ever supposed to stop? how could he ask to keep his hands off you, when you received him so well- even now, while he bullied his cock into your already battered pussy all you did was shake your head back and forth and plead for him to give you more.

hands gripping onto the curve of muscle settled on top his bicep, anchoring yourself to the very thing knocking the wind and thoughts out of your body. feeling the push of your muscles against his hold on you, acting like you were-

oh.

toji has to bite down, gnash his teeth and breathe heavy tufts of air out of his nose to keep himself at least somewhat grounded. watching you twitch weakly, feeling you spray his wiry hair, and coat the sliver of cock that doesn’t fit inside of you with cum. hitching your legs further into the cradle of his arms while he fucks and fucks into you over and over.

“fuck.” the singular word spit out through his gritted teeth, balking with the fact that you came so easy. finding it unfair that you were so sensitive, you who was allowed to touch yourself. who was allowed the little moments of reprieve even if it might not have been with him.

he would have swallowed his pride for the time being, letting you do what you needed to get off.

but since toji is such a nasty, vile man. he knows that’s not true.

lips curling to smile down at you, like you did such a good job for him- making a show of grabbing the back of your knees, and pressing them further down onto the bed.

his eyes pinning yours down, like a wild animal sizing up their prey before pouncing. daring you to look away, wanting you to be the one who pushed through the hazy fog of burning overstimulation.

“that’s it.” he praises, despite what he’s putting you through, unrelenting thrusts, keeping you down small and unmoving underneath him he sees the way you’re slipping in deep. sharp smacks of his balls battering the curve of your ass that has been lifted an inch off the bed the only thing heard, apart from the sharp trills of your cries.

“please, please!” you cry, over and over- too dizzy to even pick your head back up, letting it roll to the side when he comes in close once more. tongue laving at the curve of your cheek, a simple gesture of comfort.

“my good girl. please what?” he asks, the vibration of his words reverberating against your clammy skin.

and toji never expects an answer, this is good enough- you do well enough in your own right to keep somewhat lucid while his thick cock throbs with every push inside.

it feels like an uphill battle from him too, watching every orgasm overtake your body- slowly eating away at the unshakable control he has over his own figure.

wonders why, after everything he’s done bad in his life, is he able to have a little piece of nirvana right here.

toji is gluttonous anyways, has always wanted more than what was offered- from you too. grits his teeth down so hard, even through the haze you can see the vein working its way down his thick neck.

holding off just for one more, one more orgasm from you, pretty little thing.

coaxes it out of you with those snapping hips- thick cock noisily sliding in and out of you with no remorse for the integrity of your walls. battering you into something soft and malleable, shaping the figure of his cock into your tummy.

you cum again, weak- sensitive. barely able to distinguish what hurts and what doesn’t, whole body shuddering in the midst of his strong hold. squeezing around him, beckoning him closer and closer.

in the end it’s worth it, letting yourself get used by him to watch the way he tips his head back- looking at the ceiling of your room before tremors wrack his own body. lips open while he pants out the singular-

“fuck! fuck-“ over and over, sealing himself against you with one last thrust. digging in as much as he can to make sure you take it all- make sure his cum is well received inside of the same walls still trying to push out his unrelenting cock.

and you feel so full, warm and shaky while toji slowly gains his own bearings- having gone limp long ago, waiting for him to come back to you. shivering with every weak throb his cock gives you, like he’s trying to push out every last bit of cum he has for you. the heat simmering low in your very being.

“pretty thing.” toji finally breathes- relieved. whatever pent up energy left now forming into nothing but pure adoration for you. something he had never felt before. coming to him as naturally as all the other mean, vile, nasty tendencies he has.

letting you whine like a little puppy while he lets your legs fall back onto the bed. kissing you, teeth nipping at the curve of your tear stained cheek- lowly chuckling with how shaky hands reach for him. wondering if you know how ironic it is to be begging for the very being responsible for making a mess of you.

“toji.” it’s sweet, called out in a way he’s not used to hearing his name in.

“yeah angel, ‘m here.” he huffs, feigning like there’s effort in bringing himself down to hold you. strong arms used in a manner foreign to their creation- wrapping you up against him.

“you did good, cunt missed me that much?” he wonders out loud, catching a glance at the pool of cum trailing down the middle of your thighs. letting both of you lay in the messiness of it all- too indulgent to clean it off.

watching you nod, eyes heavy- bleary. fucked out like an angel created for just this. his own breathing ragged with the singular pout, feeling your hands grab as if he’d leave.

wonders how the fuck he’d ever get through next season, and the season after that. knowing temptation itself holds its form in the shape of you, right here with him.

toji kisses you- trying to make you the singular thought in his mind. letting you rest before he puts you through it again and again, a creature of indulgence in his own right.

knowing he wants it all; victory and your very being. wonders how you drift off so easy with a man like him looking over you.

[dante-mightdie]

Well now you’ve started something- our new solitary!viking!simon just treats his pretty new girl as a sort of pet, stemming from his inexperience ofc. I need more, I’m dying.

It’s all i’m thinking about. my brain is rotting over this man.

c/w: suggestive content, smut, nothing graphic

in his brain, you’re his wife. you’re not aware of this at all. the second he found you tied to that tree, that was your wedding ceremony. despite how touchy he was with you, he still had initiated any form of actual intimacy with you

instead he just kept you around, sitting pretty on his bed. he doesn’t speak much despite how many times you try and ask him questions about himself. you find yourself oddly intrigued by him. you want to know how he came to be out here all by himself, littered in scars

his frame is enormously large and proportionate. when he takes you to the river to bathe with him, you see his cock hanging heavy between his legs. sometimes you feel him rutting it against your backside in the morning. he only does it a few times before he stops, never taking it any further

you spent the first few weeks waiting for him to initiate it but he never does. so one night, when he climbs into bed beside you, you manoeuvre your body and plant yourself in his lap. his hands immediately take place on your hips, tugging you forward so you’re chest to chest

he watches you with narrowed eyes, like he’s staring directly into your soul. you keep eye contact with him as you slip your hand under the blankets and trail it up his thigh. he snatches your wrist before it can grip his cock, furrowing his brow at you

you let out a soft gasp at his tight grip. he doesn’t seem upset with you, rather apprehensive. like he doesn’t know what you’re intentions are. so instead of attempting the same thing again, you take his big hand in your own and guide it between your legs, allowing his fingertips to dip inbetween your slick folds. he doesn’t stop you and you feel his fingers twitch against the warmth of your cunt

you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. your tongue flicks against the scar running over the corner of his mouth,

“don’t you want me, simon?” you whisper against his lips, “you can have me.”

[e-nonsense]

Loveeee your work,obsessed with it<3

Could you do a jason todd x reader with "you're mine.mine,mine,mine,mine" and "fuck,whit baby slow down"

MWUAHHHH LOVEEE

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. SMUT, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart), jealous/mean jason, unprotected sex, choking, praise + degradation kink, nipple play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, name calling (whore).

prompts used. “you’re mine. mine mine mine mine..” “Fuck, shit baby slow down.” from smut prompt list

a/n. HI thank you for the kind words and hope this is to your standards anon <3

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled the room, followed by Jason’s harsh words. “Stupid girl,” he hissed into your ear, moving up into you faster. His hands gripping your hips tightly, you’re sure they’ll leave a mark in the morning.

“Who do you think you are?” His hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack filling the room, followed by sounds of your distorted moaning. “Think you can just let another man touch you? Answer me.”

You immediately shook your head, “no no— no.” You cried out as his hips came to a stop, once again keeping you from another orgasm. “Jay, baby please— please don’t stop. I’ll be good,” truthfully you both knew that wasn’t true but Jason could help but feel a little pity for you. He’d been at this for an hour now, an hour of ruined orgasms.

“Think you deserve it, doll?” He hummed, his fingers coming to cradle your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Think you can stop being a little whore for me?”

He smirked at your eager nodding, your head moving up and down n an attempted to convince him as your nails raked down his back leaving long red marks you’d apologise for later.

“Hm..” he hummed thoughtfully, his hands coming down from your hips to lift your thighs, he tilts his head down to look at where you’re connected, his cock smeared in all your juices. “If you insist,” he says before resuming his brutal pace of thrusting up into you.

He grins as your head is thrown back at his unforgiving thrusts before getting lost in his own pleasure, your back arches off the bed as your pretty hands move along his strong body to find anything to hold onto, eventually stopping to grip his biceps tightly.

“Fuck, shit baby slow down.”

You cry out, your hand moving to his hips to try to stop him but your attempts are futile as he moves even faster, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot again and again and again.

“Shhhh,” he whispers into your ear, leaning down to catch your nipple with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth with a pleasurable groan.

“You look so pretty sweetheart,” he coos softly, his eyes tracing over your figure after letting out a low moan when he feels you tighten around him, a sign that you’re close. “You gonna cum, pretty?” He asks, pressing a kiss under your jaw.

“Come for me, doll.” He murmurs against your skin, “remember who’s making you feel like this.” He adds, “you’re mine. mine mine mine mine..”

[beskarandblasters]

Anything sub!Cooper Howard please 🙏🙏 I need that man begging

Sugar, Honey, Sweet

Sub!Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cooper Howard Masterlist

Author’s note: Requests are open 🤍

Summary: The Ghoul comes knocking at your door late at night, begging for a taste.

Word count: 650

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established casual relationship, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, pet names (sweetheart), no use of y/n

A swift knock on your door rips you from your dead sleep. You know exactly who it is. There’s only one person who’s groveling for you at this hour. You sigh and pull yourself out of bed, walking to your door and opening it with a sigh. 

“I was asleep, you know.”

“I know it’s late,” he says, stepping inside. “But I got here as soon as I could.”

“Not soon enough,” you sigh, closing the door and brushing past him. You walk back to your room and sit on the edge of the bed. He follows you and falls to his knees, grabbing your hands. 

“Sweetheart, please. You know what I’m here for.” 

“Say it.”

“Let me have a taste.”

“Hmm,” you smirk, cocking your head to the side and looking down at him. “I don’t think you’ve been a good boy.”

“But… I came all this way just to taste you,” he pleads. 

That you can’t deny. He came to you in Filly in the dead of night, all the way to a place where his kind is not welcome. And even though it’s fun to tease him, he looks so cute on his knees pleading with you. 

“Yeah?” you ask playfully, leaning forward so your face is only inches from his. 

“Please, sweetheart. I’m beggin’ you.” 

“Okay,” you sigh with faux annoyance, lying down on the bed. 

He wastes no time reaching for the waistband of your pants, pulling them off along with your underwear. He spreads your thighs apart, marveling at your pretty pussy and how wet it is already. 

“I’ve been waitin’ for this all day,” he says. 

“Oh yeah? Show me how bad you want it,” you tease. 

He dives face-first into your cunt, licking one long, slow stripe up your entrance. He moans into you, already drunk off your taste and scent. He moves to your clit, tongue swirling in circles around it. Your back arches off the bed, thighs convulsing around his head as he makes a meal out of you. 

He pulls away for a second to softly mutter, “So, sweet,” before flicking his tongue around your clit again. 

His tongue brings you closer and closer to the edge, sending your entire body into a state of pure bliss. The tension finally snaps and your first orgasm of the night rips through you. He hums into you as you soak his face. Your moans fill your bedroom followed by labored breaths as your orgasm subsides.

The Ghoul pulls his face away from you for a split second, only to bring two fingers to his mouth. He gets them nice and slick for you before plunging them inside you. He returns his mouth to your clit, sucking it while his fingers make a come here motion. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at your good boy, working hard to make you cum over and over again. 

He locks eyes with you, moaning into you and so desperately seeking your approval. 

“Good boy,” you breathe, just as he brings you over the edge again. His moans grow louder and stronger as he feels you cum around his hand and against his face. You roll your hips into him, riding out your high. The pleasure you’re feeling is otherworldly, euphoria that only he can send you to. 

You come back to center as he pulls his fingers from you, resting his face against your inner thigh and looking at you lovingly. 

“Was I a good boy?”

“Yes,” you declare. “You were.”

He stands up and says, “Well, I guess I’ll be on my way.”

“Came all this way to eat me out and leave?”

“Oh, well I-”

“Stay awhile,” you say, moving over on the bed for him. 

And for once, he stays, letting you softly rub his back and showing you a side of him you’ve never seen before. 

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

[rebelliousstories]

Pretty as a Peach

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Strong Language, Brief Angst

Word Count: 1,322

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Part Two of: Peachy

Summary: There’s something odd about this girl that had started traveling with the duo. But it does give Lucy a peak behind the curtain on the Wasteland’s most notorious partners in crime.

“Rise and shine babies!” Someone screamed right as the light started to filter into their shelter for the evening. Lucy groaned as she stretched, before rubbing her eyes and looking around. The same woman from last night, the one that The Ghoul called “Peach” was still there. She shook awake the man next to her, who merely grumbled.

“‘M tired, sweetie. Just go back to sleep.” He said, voice thick with accent and sleep. Cooper reached a hand up and removed his hat from his eyes to look at where the offending noise came from.

“You said we’d leave at the break of day. Don’t tell me you forgot already, old bones?” She teased, bending over to place her hands on her knees.

“I’ll show you old man.” Howard growled, and swiped for the woman. But she stepped back and giggled maniacally at his failed attempt.

“Come on. I wanna get this show on the road.” And she left without another word. Her two new companions were made to catch up to her as she left. Thankfully, neither one had bothered unpacking much which made the whole process easier. Lucy watched as Cooper marched forward and slowed his pace once he made it to the woman.

The vault dweller was fascinated by what she saw on their journey through the day. She saw a different side of The Ghoul that she was traveling with. Not going as far as to say sweet, but definitely caring. As they walked, Lucy saw the pair in front of her sharing food, water, and on occasion, words. It was not until a familiar four legged friend came up that their words became loud enough to be intelligible.

“Oh, who is this?” She knelt down to the dog with a dead iguana in her mouth. The pup’s tail was wagging at a hundred miles an hour at the attention, while the woman scratched behind her ears.

“That’s DogMeat. Ain’t mine, but stays with me I suppose.” Cooper drawled, looking disinterested in the animal, but his partner knew better. Yet, she said nothing about it.

“Well, hello DogMeat. I’ll let you have breakfast.” The woman stood back up and watched the dog for a moment more, before resuming her pace. DogMeat stayed behind for a bit, just long enough for her to tear into her meal, before she rejoined the trio. This time Lucy got an even different view of The Ghoul.

Occasionally, his hand dipped down to find the dog he claimed not to care about, delivered a passing pet, and then retracted it. Usually at the same time, his other hand would search out the peachy woman next to him before, also, retracting. Lucy could not hear the words spoken between the two, but she could see the gestures. When she complained about the sun, and shielded her eyes with her hand, Cooper reached up and placed her hat on her head. If she was fanning herself, he would reach into his pocket and give her his canteen.

But she also did things for him that made her have hope for civilization on the surface. Whenever he began to pat himself down, she would reach into her own bag and give him a readily available chem for his inhaler. If Cooper rubbed his stomach and reached for his canteen, she would hand him some jerky instead. They took care of themselves, as well as each other. Lucy knew that if she were to ask, they would both say that this was just a partnership born out of necessity. But if there is one thing she had learned on the surface it is that people just do not stick around other people unless there is a deeper reason.

She saw it in the way they sought each other out as they walked. If they moved through difficult terrain, he would always make sure that it was safe for her to move first. As the night grew closer, and the cold came in with the night, Cooper kept the woman closer and closer until they found shelter. The trio found themselves a little barn type structure to stay the night. It was open save for one set of door, but it was better than sleeping in the elements where you had no idea someone was sneaking up on you until it was too late.

Cooper looked around the area as he set down his saddle bag. Peach came over and set down the hat on top of the bag before setting out to explore. She made her way all over the dilapidated barn, careful not to break the barn or herself. It was not until she tried to climb to the hayloft that The Ghoul stepped in.

“Don’t you go climbin’ woman. You gonna get yourself hurt, Peach.” He groaned, watching her pause briefly in her efforts.

“I’ll be fine.” She shot back, already resuming her climb. Her journey was successful as she safely made her way into the loft, and poked her head out off of the side.

“See? I’m fine. You should come up, Coop. ‘S got a good view.” And she rolled out of sight. The man sighed heavily, but followed her request much to Lucy’s astonishment. She watched him climb the same rickety ladder that Peach had climbed just moments before. Staying down on the ground with DogMeat, the vault dweller began to gather things that they would need to start a fire for the evening. Light faded fast as she finished building the flames up to a point that they could enjoy it. A little bit later, the duo came down from their loft. Hay stuck to her hair and his duster, but no one had made a noise so Lucy was not sure what they were doing for the last hour.

“Come here, DogMeat.” She called,and the canine responded. Her head rested in the woman’s lap as she scratched her nails over her fur. The pup closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep in her lap, to which she gushed over.

“Oh this is just the cutest thing ever.” Peach cooed, careful not to raise her voice and wake the dog.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cute.” Lucy agreed, watching them in their moment. Both women turned to the man with them simultaneously and looked at him with hopeful faces.

“It’s a dog. Whatcha want me to say?” He grumbled, knees up to his chest and head bare from his hat.

“Oh, don’t give me that, Coop. You think she is adorable.” Peach leaned her body into the side of the ghoul next to her, who merely shot her a look, to which she ignored.

“Okey dokey. I’m going to go to sleep. Goodnight you two.” Lucy proclaimed, setting up a little palette a bit a ways from the fire. It was close enough that she could still feel the heat, but far enough away that she could give the couple their privacy.

“I kinda like that Vaultie, Coop.” The woman sighed, keeping her voice to a whisper as she gazed at the young woman that was now asleep.

“Ain’t nothn’ special ’bout her. ‘Cept her last name. Pain in my ass most of the time.” He replied, finding his eyes on the young woman as well.

“I was that ‘pain in the ass Vaultie’ once. Remember?” Her question made The Ghoul pause before he responded.

“Yeah I do. But now, you’re my little peach girl. Pretty as one too.” Cooper dropped a kiss to her hair and slung an arm around her while she settled in to sleep. They laid together, with her tucking herself in closer underneath Howard’s duster. As they drifted off to sleep, Lucy laid awake. She could barely make out what was being said but it was interesting to her enough that she would have to ask about it. The Ghoul’s Peachy Girl was a former vault dweller.

[swanfactory]

LITTLE PURROBLEM

synopsis: dr.ratio is allergic to cats

ft: dr.ratio x gn!reader

tws: modern/college!au, dr.ratio is referred to as veritas, topaz and reader are roommates, numby is a cat

🦢’ note: i kinda sorta really hate this (｡Ó﹏Ò｡). i really like ratio and i wanna write him more so this is like practice ? kinda ??

veritas ratio. not only was he a genius, excelling in all of his classes but he was also incredibly good looking.

some envied him while most others admired him. in many student’s eyes he was perfect.

but contrary to what many believed, veritas was no otherworldly being. he was a human and humans had weaknesses, his just so happen to be cats.

it’s not like he was afraid of them or anything, not at all, but he just couldn’t help sneezing uncontrollably around them. yes, the great veritas ratio was infact allergic to cats.

when you asked him to help you with your worksheet, he surprisingly agreed. you knew he hated working with other people, especially people he deemed less intelligent than he was, but that didn’t apply to you, none of his ‘rules’ applied to you.

ratio felt his nose start tingling before he even set foot in your dorm but he just brushed it off thinking that it must just be some dust laying around in the hallway, but he would soon be proved wrong.

as soon as you both walked inside, numby; your roommate topaz’s cat; came running to greet you at the door like he always did, you cooed at the little feline crouching down to pet it as it nuzzled against your legs but you quickly pulled away once you heard a sneeze, and another one…and another one…when you turned around you saw veritas sneezing uncontrollably with his face buried in his arm.

‘was he sick ?’ you thought ‘no way he was fine just a minute ago’

you looked at him, then back down at numby who was still rubbing his head against your leg, and it clicked. he was allergic.

you shot up from your crouching position, “why didn’t you tell me ?” you asked him

“tell you-“ he got interrupted by yet another sneeze, “tell you what ?”

“that you were allergic to cats”

“why didn’t you tell me…achoo!…that you had a cat” he retorted.

“i don’t. numby is topaz’s cat”

you looked at him and shook your head, trying your hardest not to giggle, his eyes were getting a little watery from all the sneezing and the tip of his nose was dusted with a pink colour.

looks like your little study date had to take place somewhere else.

on your way to the library you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him from the corner of your eye, the moment before still replaying in your head. ‘cute’ you thought, looking away with a smile. and to think that the only thing that could make a mess out of veritas ratio was nothing but a tiny little cat.

— i’ll be your bitter treat !

[rafecameroninterlude]

I just saw that ur asks were emptied, idk if u remember but I had requested like innocent Bambi reader with Pervy step bro rafe, getting caught or something like this haha, I don’t remember everything but I think this was it

pairing: pervy!stepbro!rafe x bambi!reader

warnings: stepcest, sneaking around, heavy petting, unprotected sex, wheezie being a detective

a/n: yes, i remember anon!! i hope you like how this came out <3 you could find bambi!reader introduction here

“wait, wait, everyone is still awake!” you whispered, giggling softly as rafe closed your bedroom door. “please, i can’t wait any longer, i’ll go crazy if i have to use your panties to fuck my hand again.” he grabbed your ass, harshly gripping the flesh before littering your neck with kisses. “what are you talking about?” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. “it’s nothing, baby, forget that i mentioned it.” rafe backed you up until the back of your knees met the edge of your bed. “you want to help me out with something?” he looked down at you, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

you nodded, allowing him to place your hand over the tent in his jeans. “you feel this? it hurts so bad, i need you to make me feel better. can you do that?” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, taking his digit into your mouth. “yes..”. within the next five minutes, rafe had your thighs pinned on either side of your head as he pounded into you at an unforgiving speed. “shhh, please stay quiet baby.” he threaded his fingers with yours, admiring the way your tits bounced with each one of his thrusts. “m’trying!” you cried softly, struggling not to let out an occasional whimper.

rafe kissed you in hopes to muffle the pretty sounds falling from your lips. “you can be as loud as you want when it’s just us two, okay?” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “you have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to have you under me like this. i’ve woken up hard as fuck all because i dreamt of you taking my cock the night before.” you moaned at his revelation, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “rub your clit for me.” you did as he said, the added stimulation making you clench around his length.

just as you were about to tell him you were close, a knock sounded from the other side of the door. both of you froze, eyes wide as wheezie’s voice cut through the air. “y/n? are you okay in there?” she asked, the door knob rattling as you and rafe scrambled to get your clothes back on. “look, tomorrow everyone is gonna be out for dinner, make something up and say that you’re sick so you don’t have to go.” rafe kissed you, cursing under his breath. “hello?! y/n open the door!” you mumbled a quick ‘okay!’ before ushering rafe out. “chill out, wheez.” wheezie looked up at rafe confusingly.

“what is he doing in here? and why was the door locked?” she looked at you suspiciously, making your heart beat wildly in your chest. “oh! i had just borrowed his laptop for something. i must’ve locked the door on accident.” you smiled nervously, feeling small under her gaze. “anyways! i was just gonna see if you wanted to help me bake some cookies for my school thing on friday?” desperate to change the subject, you nodded frantically, hoping she wouldn’t ask anymore questions. “yes, that sounds fun! what kind of cookies did you have in mind?” you leaned against the doorframe.

she glanced past you, her eyes narrowing. “umm.. why is your bed like that?”

[trollprincess]

Eighteen years ago, my great-grandpa George passed away.

Grandpa was a badass. One day, he meets this woman whose husband left her and their four kids and they hook up. In fact, they hook up so quickly that the first of their two kids has the previous guy on the birth certificate as the dad by accident. (They get it changed later.) Not long after, Grandpa joins up for WWII. He looks good in a uniform - my dad says he looks like Errol Flynn, I say Clark Gable. Grandpa storms the beaches at Normandy, but never mentions it. He comes back home, works construction, even helps build the Twin Towers. In the 70s, he and my great-grandma finally get around to getting married just for the Social Security. Six kids, and you would never be able to tell which ones were and weren’t his. He treated them all the same.

Anyway, every time my mom would get a new kitten, Grandpa would always say, “You should name him after me!” She liked people names for cats, and he kept asking, and she kept putting it off. And then he passed away.

A few months later, she got George the kitten.

Grandpa was one of those stocky guys who walked a little like he couldn’t put his arms all the way down. He was gray for as long as any of us could remember, and he had asthma. George the kitten was a gray seal point who soon turned into a weird stocky-looking thing. Not long after we got him, he started to wheeze every so often. Turns out, he had asthma.

The reincarnation jokes started pretty quickly.

For eighteen years, George was a big blocky lump of a cat, stocky but not fat, who could yowl with the best of them. He loved a good snuggle, and expected a pet as soon as you walked in the door. He got a little grumpy when suddenly there was a dog in the house, and then another one, but he got over it. Last photo I saw my mom post of him, my dad was on the couch covered in him and two boxers. The only reason more animals weren’t on him is because after those three, there was no room.

A year or so ago, he started losing weight. It’s strange, seeing a cat who’s always been built like a tiger drop to skin and bones. We have another cat who’s up there in years too and probably not much longer for this world who’s dropped weight as well, but the difference between big blocky George and old skinny George is startling. It’s like we lost half a cat somewhere.

Tonight, he goes to the vet to cross the rainbow bridge.

It’s okay, though. Grandpa will be absolutely giddy to finally meet his small furry namesake. Or will he just go back to where he came from, content he found another way to hang out with us for twenty more years?

Anyway, a toast to George. May you all unsettle your families into believing in reincarnation and demand attention by loudly yelling at everyone in his honor today.

[tsukkireei]

WHEN A GIRL CHEERS FOR YOUR MAN IN FRONT OF YOU

𝘀𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀 : a random girl screams his name at the top of her lungs, loudly than yours.

𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : tsukishima kei, miya atsumu, kageyama tobio, suna rintarou

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) : possessive act, y/n's jealousy, insecurities, harsh attitude, a little ooc for the characters, pet name calling to his s/o, and some typographical errors if found.

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 : my first haikyuu headcannon! and a slightly new to tumblr so if there’s any mistakes found i apologize in advance :)

THERE’S ONE THING TSUKISHIMA KEI DISLIKES ABOUT, FANGIRLS.

he’s uncomfortable when some random fangirls screams his name loudly. he just ignored them, clicking his tounge in annoyance.

“kei! good luck, i love you!” that’s when he heard your sweet voice. he looked up at the bleachers, seeing you waving your hand at him. he let out a small smile, waving his hand at you a little.

the match goes on, the boys seemingly getting tired of it, but didn’t give up. their match with shiratorizawa was clearly getting you uncomfy as you saw how tired kei was. but nonetheless, you have faith in him that he won’t give up, and you smiled as you saw his serious expression.

yachi shuddered beside you, seemingly worried about their stamina. you patted her back comfortingly, telling her that they’ll be okay.

suddenly, a group of girls came to the karasuno’s cheering section, sitting at the next line of chairs. they internally squealed as soon as they saw the boys.

“oh my gosh! look how handsome they are! especially the blondie over there!” one girl said, and her friends agreed with her.

kei blocked one of the opponent’s spike, but before you could cheer for him, the girls stood up, screaming your boyfriend’s name.

“keii!”

“you’re so handsome!”

“be my boyfriend!”

you let out a scoff, glaring at them in your peripheral vision before looking towards at the match.

but the girls heard your scoff, and turned towards to you with a harsh stare.

“hey, you.” a black haired girl pointed at you, and you looked at them. “what?”

“what’s wrong with you? i heard your scoff.” she sneered at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“nothing, it’s just annoying when some squealing pigs try to cheer for my boyfriend.” you said, and they laughed at you.

“hah, girlfriend? are you being delusional? kei wouldn’t be with someone like you. i mean, can you look at yourself?” she looked at your form up and down, with a disgust look at her face.

her words hit your heart a hurt pang, but you ignored it. “we’ll see about that.”

the match ended like it seems forever. you walked down the stairs and ran towards to him. but before you could, the girl earlier ran faster than you and quickly reached him.

“hi kei! you did so good earlier!” she fangirls at him, and you scoffed. the girl smirked at your way, but her smug face quickly faded when kei ignores her and walks to your way.

“hey love.” he greeted, kissing your forehead. you blushed and smiled, holding up a towel to wipe his sweat.

“congrats, love. you did well! i‘m proud of you.” you kissed his cheek, and looked behind him. there spotted a fuming girl who has her fist clenched in anger and jealousy as she watched the sight before her.

she then rolled her eyes, “whatever.” she said, walking away from the two of you.

you sighed, holding up a bottle of water to him. he whispered a small thanks, chugging it down.

the team was now riding a bus on the way home after a joyful celebration. you sat beside kei, looking at the window.

“hey.”

kei’s voice made you looked up at him, “yes?”

“are you okay? you seem quiet.” he asked, looking at your features to see any signs of answers. you just sighed, and shook your head.

“it’s nothing. go to sleep, kei. we still have two hours to get to the school.” you said, and he glared at you.

“no, unless if you tell me what’s bothering you then i’ll go rest.” he said, and you chuckled. he won’t give up in situations like this.

“remember the girl from earlier?”

“no, who?”

“the girl who walked up to you.”

“oh. what about her?”

you fiddled your fingers, “well she said some harsh things at me when i was at the bleachers. she said you won’t date someone like me.”

“...”

he cursed underneath his breath, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and bringing your face closer to his chest.

“don’t listen to her. she’s merely just a stranger and some fangirl who’s jealous of you. remember that i only love you, and no one else’s. you’re mine and i’m yours. no one can change that. you’re so beautiful, y/n. if that dumbass said some things that made you overthink about yourself, then you’re stupid to believe that. i didn’t love and date you because of your looks. it’s what inside made me attach to you.”

he tighten, but not hurtly, his hug around your form, and you let out tears, you didn’t know how much the girl’s words impacted you until kei said that. you hugged him back, sniffing a little.

kei brushed your hair away from your neck, and softly kissed it. thankfully, the boys were sound asleep so they won’t see you. his lips travelled to your cheeks, then to your lips, staying there for a couple of minutes.

“i love you, y/n. you will be my first and last love. i won’t leave you. i vowed to my self that you’re the girl that i would marry one day.”

MIYA ATSUMU HAD A LOT OF FANGIRLS THAT YOU CAN’T EVEN COUNT.

he told you to just ignore them and keep cheering for him because he will only look and listen to you. but it seems his words were not enough to comfort you.

the girls around you kept screaming mostly atsumu’s name. you cursed at yourself for having such a handsome and hot boyfriend, not that you were complaining though. you didn’t care about it though, but the girls pointed out how handsome your boyfriend was.

“hey, do you guys know? atsumu has a girlfriend?” one girl whispered behind you, and her friends gasped.

“wait, really?!”

“yeah! i saw her with him last week. i must admit that she’s so beautiful! though, i didn’t see her face clearly but i saw her eyes. it’s so pretty.” the girl gushed, and her friends awed. you smiled to yourself, touched by her compliment.

the girl beside you let out a smirk, “believe it or not, i’m his girlfriend.” she boasted and you raised an eyebrow. the girls behind you looked at her with confused faces.

“i don’t see any resemblance though-”

“it’s because i had my contact lense last week. so my eyes are different now.” she chuckled, flipping her hair.

they looked at each other, and choose to ignore her. you snickered, and the girl besie you switched her attention to you.

“is there any problem?”

“oh, nothing.” you chuckled, glaring at your boyfriend secretly. she narrowed her eyes at you, but then ignored you.

on the other hand, atsumu was having a trouble in the match. he can’t hear your usual cheer for him, saying ‘good luck’s and ‘i love you’s to him. he only heard an irritating voices of random girls that made him distracted from his game.

he finally looked up at the bleachers, glaring up to them and the girls went quiet as soon as they saw his expression. his eyes landed on you, and saw your glare. atsumu shuddered under your sharp gaze, and gulped down nervously as he continued playing.

after the match had ended, as usual, they won. barely, i think? atsumu wasn’t on his usual self as his concentration lost. that earned him a scolding from his coach and an angry twin.

you went down, and he quickly ran towards to you, ignoring the yelling of his name by osamu. once he reached you, he pouted.

“i didn’t heard your cheers for me, darling.” his cheeks were puffed out, and you restrained yourself from squishing his cheeks.

you sighed, whispering an apology as you looked down on the ground.

before he could say anything, the girl from earlier approached him.

“hey babe, you did so well earlier. i’m proud of you!” her sickly, sweet tone cringed you, as she wrapped her arm around him and looked at you, glaring.

“look, i don’t know what’s your business with my boyfriend, so hurry up-”

“can you let go of me?” atsumu brushed his hand off, and she looked at him surprised. he walked up to you, and kissed your cheeks. the girls around you gasped.

“it’s okay, love. we won, anyways.” he smirked, and you giggled.

“i knew it! it’s her!” the girl from the bleachers yelled, and you looked up to her, letting your features to see it clearly for her.

“omg! you’re so pretty, atsumu’s girlfriend!”

“i’m so jelly but you’re an exception!”

“i might be gay after seeing her, oh my gosh!”

you giggled, and atsumu stood proudly beside you as he listened to the girls’ compliment at your beauty.

the random girl behind you was gritting her teeth in jealousy, and walked away from the both of you, anger filling her. not that you cared, anyways.

atsumu looked at you and pouted again, “as i was saying, you didn’t cheered for me.”

you looked at him and pinched his cheek, “blame that girl for getting me distracted on the whole game. she kept saying to those girls that she’s your girlfriend.” i raised a brow at him, and he laughed at you.

“awe, my girl is jealous, i see.” he teased, patting your head, and you glared at him. “shut up.”

“don’t worry, my eyes are only looking for you, and my heart always searched for your love. no girls can’t take my faith and loyal away to you. so don’t be jealous and be proud because you have me, your handsome and awesome boyfriend.” atsumu said proudly, and you giggled.

“whatever.” you said, and blushed. he chuckled, and pecked your lips, making everyone on the stands gushed at your sweet interaction with him. they’re still there?

“you’re cute, i love you.”

YOU HATE THE WAY KAGEYAMA TOBIO IS OBLIVIOUS THAT HIS FANGIRLS ARE CLEARLY FLIRTING WITH HIM.

you don’t mind that his fans are cheering for him, because tobio assured you that you’re the only one for him. but that didn’t assured you well.

the girls from the stands kept annoying you as they loudly cheered for your boyfriend, well it makes sense, because they didn’t know tha you were tobio’s girlfriend.

you calmed yourself down, preventing yourself from telling them to shut up, but you didn’t want to cause a scene that will interrupt his game, so you kept quiet.

the match ended rather quickly, obviously his team won against their opponent. every girls around you are so loud that you almost covered your ears. you looked down to the team, as they bowed and thanked us for cheering them.

tobio made eye contact with you, and smiled. you were about to wave at him, but the girls behind you yelled.

“oh my gosh, tobio smiled at me! aaahhh!” they shouted altogether, waving at him. you sighed, bringing your hand down.

the gym were now almost empty, and you just got down at the stands, waiting for him. he came back with two cartons of milk on his hand, handing you the one.

“here.”

“thanks.”

tobio looked at you weirdly, and cleared his throat. “is there something wrong?” he asked, as the both of you followed closely behind at his team.

“no, i’m fine.” you replied, drinking the milk that he gave you. he shrugged, continuing the walk to the bus.

as the bus drove towards to the school, and he kept looking at you side-ways. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he knows that there’s something bothering you, but he can’t figure it out.

“alright, y/n, there’s something bothering you. speak up.” he said, and you jolted from your seat.

“i said there’s nothing.”

“clearly not.”

“can you just be quiet?”

“no, tell me what’s wrong.”

you sighed, and he waited for you to speak. “the girls from the stands.”

“huh? what about them?”

“they kept cheering for you.”

“is there something wrong about it?”

you exhaled, trying to calm down and not get mad about how oblivious he was. “what do you mean “what’s wrong”? they keep screaming your name loudly than mine.” you said, finally saying the problem.

“it’s not like i’m going to do anything about it.” tobio mumbled, and you were about to snap to him but he cut you off, “even if i tell them to stop, they won’t. if i tell them thay you are my girlfriend, they’ll probably target you and get yourself in trouble, i don’t want that to happen.” he said, and your mouth agaped on his words.

“nothing will exactly happen. i’ll just ignore them and pretend that they don’t exist. i’m only listening on your cheers for me. you’re the one that i always search whenever we have a game. you’re the only girl who made me fell in love crazy with you.” tobio looked at you, and you blushed. “y/n, i love you.”

“tobio..” you trailed off, and he brought you close to his chest.

“no matter how loud their cheers are, i’m always listening to you. now matter how they want my attention, they won’t get it. you’re there and that’s what it matters to me. i love you so much that even those girls won’t take my love away from you.”

THE GIRLS BEHIND YOU SCREAMED FOR SUNA RINTAROU, THEIR LOUD VOICES ARE ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR EARS BLEED.

you clicked your tounge in annoyance as you watched the game before you. every time suna scores using his torso to spike, the girls screeched and cheered your boyfriend’s name.

you crossed your arms, your eyes twitching as you calmed yourself down.

the team called for a time-out, they are about to win this game, and you hoped for them to win. rintarou looked at you in the stands, and you smiled at him and waved. he looked away, and you giggled, knowing that he’s probably embarrassed.

the match continued, and you decided to cheer for him. “rin! go for it!” you shouted, making sure he will hear it. though, it seems that he heard that as he aggressively spiked towards to the opponent, scoring their team.

you smiled, and he looked at you, smirking. you giggled, and heard the girls behind you clicking their tounges in annoyance.

“oi, you. shut up. he won’t notice you.” the girl behind you sneered, and you looked at her, confusedly. “as if he will notice you too, i mean, you keep screaming that you might end up distracting them and it’ll be the reason they’ll lose.” you tilted your head at her, and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“as if they’ll lose! they’ll even thank me for cheering for them, especially rintarou-kun.” she said, and her friends giggled.

“alrighty then, whatever your delusions make you happy.” you shrugged, and sat back down. you heard her cursed underneath her breath, and ignored you.

the match ended and they won, you cheered for the whole team, the girls behind you interrupted by you but you’re not sorry for it.

you got down, and rushed for him but you were about to reach im when the girl from earlier pushed you aside harshly, making you fall down on the floor, and approached your boyfriend.

“omg, rin! you’re so amazing! here’s a towel, you seems so tired-” she was interrupted when rintarou pushed her hand away and glared at her form.

“who do you think you are, rudely pushing my girlfriend on your way?”

he walks up to me, helping me to stand on my feet. “are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded.

“w-what do you mean girlfri-”

“don’t make me repeat myself, she’s MY girlfriend.” he said, scowling at the girl who was shaking in fear by his gaze. “say sorry to her, now.”

she looked at you, and hesitantly spoke. “i-i’m sorry.” she bowed a little, and you didn’t utter a word at her.

“now scram.”

she stumbled a little before running towards to her friends who check up on her as they disappeared on the crowds.

rintarou sighed, and looked at you as he brushed your hair away from your face. “whatever that idiot said to you, don’t listen to her, okay? you’re my girlfriend, and the one that i will marry someday.” he said, and your face turned crimson as he said those words. atsumu looked at the two of you with a smug face and was about to tease him before his twin, osamu, smacked him on the head, telling him to leave us alone.

“o-okay..” you smiled at him, and he let out a small smile, kissing your forehead. thankfully, his body was covering your face to his teammates so they won’t see you expression.

“i love you, y/n. you’re the reason why i kept going, and i’m proud to say that i’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 : thank you so much for reading! hope you like this. ^^

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Intermediate Shenanigans

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara & Gender Neutral Reader + Osamu Dazai & Reader + Odasaku X Reader Summary: Headcanons about taking care of middle schooler Dazai and Chuuya and dating Oda Beginning Note: Shoutout to all the class clowns/funny people, they're great inspiration for scenarios. @kiwibeanv helped with the stories of said funnies. Word Count: 2629 (Fluff/Crack)

First off, you're their parent figure and they live with you. All comfy with you and they trust you a lot. Now to move on to their stupidity.

Immaturity at its finest.

It’s constant arguing, pointing fingers, and the like.

They’re always fighting for your attention, pushing against each other so your hand can pet them.

You’re sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Dazai runs into the living room and jumps to the spot next to you. Since you’re leaning against the armrest, there’s only one seat next to you.

Dazai pushes himself under your arm and hugs your waist as he sighs contentedly. You idly rub his arm for a few minutes before Chuuya comes in with an annoyed expression.

“Oi, StinkZai, do your history homework before you go do whatever.”

Dazai whined and buried himself deeper into your side. “I’ll do it later! I’m tired right now.” He closed his eyes.

“Dazai, you need to do your assignments before you eventually forget and never get them done,” you told him. He let out a groan at that, “Why can’t Chuuya do it? Isn’t he supposed to listen to me since I’m smarter?”

“You’re not smarter than me! Even a shrimp can do better than you!” Chuuya sped to the two of you and pulled on Dazai until the latter fell to the floor.

“Ow!- That’s my spot!” The brunette rubbed his arm. Chuuya had stolen his spot in your arms now and smirked at the other.

“Maybe you should’ve done your homework first, you idiot!” He blew a raspberry and rested his head on your shoulder.

You sighed, “If you two continue to fight, I’m simply going to go to my room and relax without either of you.”

They both froze and looked at you then at each other. Despite their inability to cooperate without trouble, they agreed on the fact that your presence was probably the most important thing they want. They begrudgingly decided to keep quiet, moving so Chuuya can sit on one of your knees while Dazai reclaimed his initial place.

Eventually, they get their emo phases. One day, Dazai just randomly started wearing bandages over his eye, saying that he looks better.

“Why are you wasting bandages?” “Because I look so cool and a lot of girls come up to me and say I look nice! I know that so many people have a crush on me, especially when I’m like this!” “Just wait til they find out that this stupid mackerel is actually a bad person and a major turn off!” “Chuuya, don’t say that, please.”

And Chuuya had a Sonic phase. He thought the hedgehog was so cool, he wanted to be like him in as many ways he can.

He then found out about Conker’s Bad Fur Day and asked you if he could get it. You thought it’d be a wholesome game for kids, but when you looked at the plot and ratings, you didn’t buy it for him. He was sad, but got over it.

And then he came across Devil May Cry and decided to watch the gameplay and cutscenes because you might not buy it for him (you may consider, but it still has some scenes that you’re skeptical about.)

Nero from DMC4 is so cool despite the excessive “Kyrie!” throughout the game, Chuuya wants to dress like him. And dye his hair white.

Every time he loves a character, he wants to dye his hair their own hair color, but you never let him because why should he ruin his lovely hair? (He may or may not ask to dye his hair just so you can compliment him.)

Hot Topic is their favorite store because it has so many aesthetics and they love the style of the apparel.

They start simping for characters and reading fanfics. You know what they’re reading because they use the family/shared device and don’t delete the history. Why are there so many lemons? What do they mean? (Unless you’re a fanfic reader yourself)

They kinda know what sex is, they have a faint idea, but they’re probably wrong on a few things.

Hence, Dazai is excited for sex ed! Wooo! His head is smacked by Chuuya because the latter is embarrassed that he just yelled that out and now kids are looking at them.

When they’re learning about it, Dazai’s snickering at the pictures. But not the childbirth, what the actual fuck did they just watch? 

Oh boy, now they’re the cringe and immature kids who laugh at everything that can vaguely be related to sex.

Anyways, now to the scenario that was the whole reason for this

You were sitting on the couch, Dazai and Chuuya on the floor and you’re petting their heads. You check your phone, keeping a hand on Chuuya’s head and caressing it. He’s smiling with his eyes closed in bliss. Oh, how he loves this affection.

Until Dazai pushes and climbs on him to be the receiver of your pets. He smiles innocently when you glance over, but smirks at Chuuya, who shoves him as well and takes his spot back.

This continues to go on and you’re about to say something, but then the door is unlocked and opened. Dazai excitedly turns to see Oda coming in. He runs over and hugs the man while Chuuya sets himself in your lap.

After greeting Dazai, Oda is carrying him and walks to you and Chuuya, pressing a kiss to your head and ruffling Chuuya’s hair.    

You're in a relationship with Oda, and Dazai loves it.

His two favorite people together, who he might call his parents? How blessed he is!

He doesn’t know who he prefers, so the two of you are equal in his eyes. But when it comes to physical affection, he might go to Oda since Chuuya’s all over you and Dazai’s too tired to do anything. Also, he doesn’t see Oda as often as he does you.

Chuuya thinks Oda is great, but he’s not as close to him as Dazai is. If he had to choose between you or Oda, he’d honestly choose you.

Oda loves coming home to find you three waiting for him on the couch. It warms his heart that he is wanted and loved.

Either he comes home to you all cooking dinner, sleeping in a pile on the floor, playing games (board games or video) , or watching TV.

He still takes care of his adopted children at the curry shop, but he also enjoys the company of Dazai and Chuuya

Sometimes, he would bring those five kids to your house so they can play with Dazai and Chuuya. Everyone has fun, it’s like a party. (Sneaking kisses in the kitchen as everyone else plays video games on the TV)

Oda is a gentleman, whenever you two go out, he always opens the door for you, pulls out your seat, and kisses your hand when you both meet and bid goodbye to each other.

If Dazai ever sees you and Oda share a kiss, he’s cheering in his mind. Whereas Chuuya just brushes it off with an unnoticeable upwards twitch of his lips and an eye roll.

Once, you spotted Oda talking to Dazai outside under the moonlight. You knew the former was telling the teen about the right thing to do. Dazai had expressed his want of being involved in some well known group.

He hinted a little about maybe being a detective or even following Oda’s footsteps of going to the mafia. You really didn’t want him to go with the second option, but at least he’d have Oda to guide him if he’s even alive at that time

Thus, he’s told to prioritize other people’s happiness over his own. It’s tough, but it’s for the better of everyone.

He also says the same to Chuuya, but he goes into more detail with Dazai. You mainly handle Chuu with the lectures since he’s more likely to take your words to heart.

Chuuya has great friends in school, they seem like a lovely bunch, and you trust them. You’ve met them before and they were very nice.

Dazai doesn’t have as many, but you can tell he’s not really clicking with them like Chuuya is with his own. When his mood seems to lower, you go to him when he’s alone and you two cuddle. You can faintly pick up the sound of sniffles and feel your clothing moisten. After the session, you two don’t mention it because you know Dazai doesn’t want to remember that.

With any trauma, you take them to therapy. If it’s affecting either kid negatively, they need to talk about it. Initially, they talk to you, but they go see a professional of that doesn’t work.

Academically, the two of them are good. Dazai’s grades are always A’s even if he procrastinates or doesn’t seem to get his work done.

Chuuya usually gets B’s, but his PE is the best with an A+. He signs up for any sports the school offers if he’s interested.

Dazai’s lowest grade is PE, around a C because he’s not athletic like Chuuya.

Both Dazai and Chuuya have the same PE class and teacher, but their participation and effort are the opposite.

“Okay, everyone needs to do fifteen seconds of push-ups and fifteen sit-ups, let’s go! Get started!” The teacher instructed. They were walking around their class in the gym, ensuring everyone was doing what they were told.

They noticed a student lying face down next to the wall and when they walked by, they pointed at him and asked, “Who is that?”

Chuuya heard their inquiry and answered, “Dazai.”

The teacher was silent for a second before focusing back on the other students, “Let’s go! You should be on the next exercise now!”

Whenever there’s a fundraiser, they’re begging you to please donate so they can get a prize.

“Pleeeaaassseee? You can get a refrigerator stuffed with $200! Or even an iPad!” Dazai’s giving you the puppy eye(s) [depends if he’s bandaged his eye or not] and Chuuya is hugging you and kissing your cheek. “We love you so much, can you pretty please with a cherry on top donate? We’ll pay you back!” (They don’t make money, nor do they have an allowance.)

When it comes to projects, Dazai always waits until the last minute.

“Hey, can we go to the store and buy supplies? I have a project.” He whispered to you.

“Huh...?” You were woken up by him at whatever the time was, so you rubbed your eyes and sat up. Oda was still asleep beside you, a peaceful expression on his face. You kept your voice to not disturb him, “What?” When you checked the time, it was 2 am.

“I need some things for my science project,” Dazai was just standing by your bed, with big eyes, looking as though he had thrown up.

“When’s it due?”

“Tomorrow.” You frowned at that.

“Sorry bud, can’t help you. It’s too late, why aren’t you in bed?”

“I had to work on my project and other assignments,” he shifted in his spot and awkwardly averted his eyes. “I only need two things, glitter markers and a poster board.”

You stared at him tiredly, before sighing. “What happened to the ones I bought at the beginning of school?”

“I lost them.”

You blinked, unmoving. “And you can’t borrow Chuuya’s?”

He shook his head, saying they weren’t what he needed. At last, you moved the covers off your body and made your way to the closet. “Fine, go get ready. You should be thankful I’m even entertaining this idea.”

Dazai silently cheered and sped to his room. Why were you so lenient with these children? They’re gonna be spoiled.

His project was claiming that potatoes can power up devices. A stupid as it sounds, he somehow makes it convincing until it’s actually tested and obviously it doesn’t work. But he still gets a passing grade for the effort.

During one of their classes, Chuuya asked to go to the bathroom and ten minutes later when the teacher was about to ask about his location, he comes back with a lunch tray.

“Where’d you get that?” “I look like a sixth grader.”

He just munched away as everyone stared at him confused before they got back to the lesson.

Another time, the teacher left the room for a few minutes. Since Dazai wondered what their coffee tasted like, he waltzed over to the desk and took a sip and immediately spat it out.

“Ugh! It tastes like shit!” When the teacher came back, the whole class silently agreed to stay quiet and not tell on him.

When it was around Halloween and everyone could wear a costume, Dazai wore a squirrel suit. He brought an acorn prop and clipped it to the front of his pants. When walking up to the stage for the best costume contest, he hit the acorn with his legs, playing with it, until it accidently hit his balls and he crouched to the floor in pain. Of course, the guys winced at it, but it was pretty funny. Someone, Chuuya probably, yelled out, “He busted a nut!”

More nonsense, pantsing sometimes occurred. And Chuuya was the unfortunate target for Dazai. He had snuck up behind the former, and yanked down his pants. Regrettably, Dazai’s fingers also caught onto the waistband of the undergarments and when it came down, he got a face full of balls.

He was so traumatized despite being the one to commit the act.

Food fights can also happen. While Chuuya was peacefully eating his lunch, Dazai threw a tomato slice at him and the fruit made a satisfying splat! on Chuuya’s cheek.

He also tried to throw cheese, but he missed and it landed in the hair of someone who was just walking by. (And somehow did not get in trouble).

For presentations, Chuuya had to do an audio recording, and Dazai just sneezed at the beginning of it, He recorded another but when uploading the audio files, he accidently clicked the sneeze one. Presentation day was funny, but Chuuya didn’t necessarily like it.

If they had online school, Chuuya would be talking to the camera before a ball smack his face. He falls out of frame, and Dazai is just seen running in the background.

There are also interviews or random school news done by the student council. They hate having to work with Dazai and Chuuya together because they always argue. The one time the video went right was when Chuuya had a voice crack.

Rallies also happen, and students would have to cheer as loud as they can for their team. Chuuya and Dazai are the loudest, but they also suffer from voice cracks. After the rally, they lose their voice for about a day.

Rocketry is an elective, and there’s a weird Russian kid named Fyodor. Both the boys don’t really like him. Since he’s associated with rats (Kids call him Rat), they wanted to get a rat plushie. They asked you if you could get them a rat plushie. You decided to buy it for them, not knowing why they actually wanted it.

They taped the plush to the rocket, put more power into it, and they launched it into the air. When it blasted off, they looked at Fyodor with threatening stares.

Occasionally, you and Oda would volunteer to help with some school activities. The first time both of you arrived, so many students had a crush on either of you. They’d go to Chuuya/Dazai and whisper “That’s your parent?”

Oda’s a dilf and you’re also a milf/dilf.

What a happy family you lot are.

[house-of-slayterr]

Character who would find you attractive covered in blood…

Inspired by: @slasher-male-wife

Kaz Breker:

I think at first, Kaz would be concerned where the blood came from. He won’t verbalise his concern, but you’ll see it in his eyes, when he raises a brow at you. After you assure him that none of the blood is yours, his brain will switch gear. He’s gonna take in every inch of your appearance to save away in his head for later. You might not be at the point in your relationship yet where he’ll expect touch. But that doesn’t mean this man doesn’t desperately want you. He’ll save this image for alone time.

Kai Parker:

Malachi is a sadistic little freak, everyone knows that. But despite this, he does have a select few people he can’t fathom the thought of torturing for real. One of them being you. His brain almost short circuits when you walk in covered in blood. He’s on his feet within moment dragging you into his arms. He won’t ask for reassurance that it’s not yours, just silently check your body for wounds. Once he finds none a sick grin will grow on his face.

“Awww, did somebody just wanna get all dolled up and pretty for me?” He’ll coo in your ear.

He’d nip at your neck, licking some of the blood off of you. You’re not going anywhere the rest of the evening, Kai will be sure you can’t walk in the morning. If you let him, he’ll add to the mess and drag a knife softly across your skin to leave his mark. The sight of you covered in blood is his happy place.

Blaine DeBeers:

Blaine thinks you’re the hottest thing to ever walk this earth on a normal day. That zombie has no shortage of pet names or dirty thoughts to whisper in your head or text you. If he finds you covered in blood before you’re turned, the concern side of his head will kick in first. Blaine finds you quite fragile and his biggest fear is someone taking you away from him. He’s at your side in a moment pushing anyone and anything out of his way to get to you. But once he’s reassured you weren’t attacked and aren’t actively dying, a thousand questions swim through his head.

He’s going to ask for more details about what happened and why you did it. But his hands a running up and down your body the whole time, just smeering and playing with the blood. If anyone else was in the room, even for an important meeting, he’d excuse them all immediately. And locking the door. You’re not leaving his office.

And if he finds you covered in blood after you’re also a zombie, he goes straight into horny mode. Though you will get some playful wining from him after about how you didn’t share your food.

William Pratt:

He’s gonna be a cocky little shit the second you come to him drenched in plasma. William could smell if it was your blood, he has your scent committed to memory, it is his favourite thing after all. So there’s no immediate worry from your blond boyfriend. Though a few questions in the back of his head if you’re mentally ok with your current predicament. But he can also hear your heart beat, and knows you’re not in distress.

“Well somebody had a fun evening, care to share your festivities little blood bag?”

He’s going to immediately drag you to his crypt and beg to lick every once of blood off your body. He wouldn’t be apposed to messing you up even more ontop of it. I don’t think you could stop him from biting you even if you tired. As much as he loves the strangers blood, yours is what he desperately craves. Plus what’s hotter than feeding during sex? Spike knows you love his bites just as much as he loves biting you.

Jasper Whitlock:

Jasper was surprised himself to find seeing you covered in blood so attractive to him. If the vampire had a heart beat it would be racing out of his chest. Jasper has a darker side he likes to try and keep hidden from his family. It doesn’t matter if you’re still human or already turned. His eyes immediately go pitch black and he’s licking his lips, wanting to ravish you in anyway possible.

He wishes he were an artist so he could paint this moment 1000 times to perfect the sight of you. Of course if you’re human, he’s a little concerned you might be hurt, but he doesn’t smell any of your blood, just the strangers. Thoughts creep in his head about what you would taste like. He speeds to you in a millisecond carefully picking you up and takes you to his room. He’ll take his time cleaning you up, slowly washing the blood off your naked body as he kisses you in between. He wants to worship you in this state. He will act first, ask questions later.

Thomas Hewitt:

Nobody is surprised by the fact Thomas finds you hot covered in blood, besides Thomas. You waltzed into this man’s life and flipped it upside down. He was supposed to kill you like the others, you were supposed to become dinner. But when one of the other victims turned on you and tried to sacrifice you to save themselves. All he saw was red… both literally and figuratively.

He’d watch for a moment as you try to fend for yourself first before stepping in and slitting the victims throat. Because of the angel, you almost get more covered than him, trying to back up and make sure none of it got in your eyes.

Thomas would stand there panting softly starring down at you. Of course he’s found other victims attractive before, but the poor boys has never acted on it. But he finds himself stalking over to you and gripping you in his arms before he can stop himself. He lets out a soft grunt resting his head ontop of your blood soaked hair. His was of saying “mine”. Thomas is already formulating a way to beg his family to keep you as his little pet. He wants to see you covered in blood over and over and over again. You might just be his new addiction.

Tiffany Valentine:

This woman has never been shy about anything in her life. You knew exactly what you were getting into before dating her. And her plan to wear you down until you joined her in the killing was working. Because here you stood now, knife in hand, tearing out the heart of a woman who dared to insult and hurt your lover. Tiffany wanted to break you, as much as she loved you sweet and innocent she’d been craving your hidden darkness. And Tiffany always gets what she wants.

She’s already wet just watching you. But her adrenaline is rushing wondering what delightful horrendous thing you’ll do next. What she wasn’t expecting was for you to take a bite out of the heart, before offering it up to her. She’d step over the copse taking the heart from your hands but leave you sitting on your knees, her favourite position to have you in. She takes a moment to take in the sight of you, the lust and love swirling in her chest seeing you like this. So disgusting and all for her.

She doesn’t care about the fresh corpse in the room, long forgotten as she puts you in your place. You’ll be worshiping at her feet all night, devouring her till she’s satisfied enough to pleasure you back.

Lestat De Lioncourt:

I don’t think this one needs much explaining. Lestat takes any excuse he can to get you absolutely drenched in blood. He loves the carnage and the filthiness of it. He’s a messy eater himself, and he knows you love seeing him like this as much as he loves watching you.

It doesn’t matter if your turned or not, he finds the blood attractive either way. He loves listening to your human heart racing when you watch him feed, usually kissing you after to get your face covered in blood. It was common occurrence, he was proud to leave a mark on you in any way he could, even if it was temporary. He loved to bite you all over and just watch the blood dribble down you, before licking it up. Your thighs, chest, neck, anywhere he could reach would be covered in bites.

But after your turned, he wants to be there to give you your first meal. Watch you devour your prey and feed off them with you. Feeding almost always leads to sex with him. He can’t help the way seeing you like this gets him going. And he won’t be shy or quiet about his desires.

Venom:

Now I’m talking Venom as its own entity. If he’s attached to Eddie I think Eddie would be far more concerned and worried and drown out whatever venom is thinking. But depending on who the symbiotic is attached to you’ll get a different reaction. Venom will always feel the same however, it’s just if these desire will be verbalised and acted upon that’s the difference.

He already finds humans to be tasty little morsels, in fact it was something he called you quite often. You were his favorite tasty morsel. If you’re the one bleeding, Venom will still be incredibly horny. The scent of you blood makes him feel high. Of course he’ll tend to your wounds, but that won’t stop his tongue from exploring your body.

But if it’s someone else’s blood, his eyes will be zeroed in on you the second he sees you. His sharp teeth breaking into a sickening grin. He’s so proud of his baby and he wants to show you just how much. You’ll get endless praise and he won’t stop begging you after to get covered in blood for him more often. He loves bloody sex, or even just cuddles, either way you’re not leaving his sight, let alone his arms for several hours. Doesn’t matter if you had stuff to do or want to shower, the only way you’re cleaning off in the shower is if he joins you.

Harry Warden:

Is anyone surprised? After all, you are his BLOODY valentine. It’s in your title. And who are you to deny him what he wants to see. Harry would be greatly concerned if it was your blood. His body immediately fuelled with rage wanting to avenge you and kill the person who dared to touch his one true love. But a part of him still thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world, even when you’re bleeding in his protective arms.

But if it’s someone else’s blood, that’s a different story. Harry loves it when you join him in disposing of the vapid couples who simply are a joke compared to the two of you. Their love doesn’t deserve to be validated because they will never love eachother as much as you and Harry would die for each other. He loves watching you test the couples and see who will turn on each other, before stepping in to help you dispose of the dismantled lovers.

Barely a minuet will pass between the killings and his mask being ripped off his face and you being slammed into a wall. Of course his reasons for killing before you were jealously, but now he wants to immortalise your love by killing anyone else who dares to taint the name of romance. These killings are your show of love for each other and nothing makes him more turned on. Of course he’ll take you back home, nice and proper. He’ll make out with you in public, but he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing what’s ONLY his. And he doesn’t want any interruptions.

An: ahhh, I haven’t written in so long, but I felt inspired this morning. Sorry for being gone yall, I promise I’m alright, just lots of medical stuff going on and doctor appointments have been keeping me busy. I love yall. Hope to write more soon 🫀

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[james-is-here]

I need bangchan angst 🙏

😱 *Le Gasp* I just so happen to have some Channie Angst ☺️ Three posts in one night? Have I slept yet? 😶 No comment...also the descriptions Chan lists for reader are literally my own preferences and what I like 😂

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Tags: Angst-ity Angst Angst, Reader goes off on Chan, cliff hanger (I will make a part two of how Chan makes up to reader if you want.), implied that sex has happened, lmk if I forgot something.

Despite the exertion that has transpired, you felt cold. The air on your back as you move off your best friend almost felt like daggers are you pull the sheet over your lap, arms draped over your knees, catching your breath, before sighing and laying down, facing away from him.

Your chest tightened when you felt and heard him roll over, throw an arm over your waist and kiss your shoulder, whispering a small 'Thank you.'

You really shouldn't have but you couldn't help but agree, you'd let the world burn if it meant to make your best friend happy. You've been friends since diapers, through everything and anything. You were both into music but different paths, one producing their own songs in a group and the other producing other artists songs.

Your skin burned when he kisses your shoulder again and his hand rests on your stomach. "You okay, Mn?" The bed you're in suddenly feels uninviting when it was once your comfort zone when you needed your friend. Once a space where you and him spent countless nights talking about your day and cuddling whe the sheets absorb your mixed laughter of joy and contentment.

You couldn't take it anymore as you push him away and sit up, grabbing your sweats and putting them back on. You came for cheesy movies and snacks but you're leaving with a heart ache. "Mn, what's wrong?" You grab your hoodie and slip it over your head before standing up and leaving the room.

You're halfway to the front door when the other has caught up to you and grabbed your wrist. "Hey, Mn, you're worrying me. You can tell me what's wrong." He begs and you turn back to him. He gasps, going to reach forward to wipe your tears away but you pull back from him. "It hurts, Chris...." No nickname, no pet name, just his real name and it stung.

"Fuck this, Chris, okay? I just can't take it anymore." "Mn, your worrying me, what's wrong?" "It all hurts, Chris. When you told me you liked Felix, when you told me you were taking him on a date, when you told me you made it official, when you asked me if I wanted to go on a double date with your group member Hyunjin. All of it hurt."

"Mn, what is this-" "I fucking love you, Chan! Why could you never see it? Why could you never see my advances? I've been loving you since middle school, mate, but you are so fucking blind! I've loved you so fucking much that if I had Hanahaki I'd be dead with all the petals that were in my lungs because no matter how much love I gave, you only saw me as a friend. That double date was killing me because I couldn't stand watching the boy I love stare at someone with so much affection. For fucks sake, even Hyunjin saw that I loved you."

You stop and catch your breath but only for a moment. "New years also killed me...cause I slept on the couch and through my drunk haze I heard both of you and it hurt because honestly I was jealous that it wasn't me making you feel that way." Your voice goes weak as your tears fall freely.

"And then you have the audacity six months later to come to me crying after Felix breaks up with you. The audacity because after I comforted you and calmed you down you decided to ask me to fuck you so you could forget? You have no idea how much it hurt when all that was because I was just your rebound, a distraction. No love, no affection, no feelings. I was just your quick fuck and done and it was like a knife when I realized instead of becoming your boyfriend I became your fuck toy." "You're not my-" "I'm not done."

Chris shuts his mouth when you snap at him, the look in your eyes so sharp and hurt that his words died on his tongue. "All I felt coming from you was the need for a distraction. You know how I felt?" He tilts his head gently and the light from the patio catches his glossy eyes, unshed tears brimming on his lash line. "No." He said quietly. "I was suffering. Suffering because I knew that I was nothing to you but a friend and a quick fuck. Suffering because I knew you weren't enjoying it with me, you were picturing someone else. Suffering because I knew I would never be able to tell you how I feel because you only cared about Felix. I was genuine when I fucked you because actually getting to be inside you was better than I imagined."

You breath heavily as you try to gain your breath. "And you know what? You may be called the best leader by your fans but you're not a very good best friend."

That sentence broke him as you walk to the front door and slip on your shoes, tears falling as he gasps and releases a sob. "N-No, Hyung-" "It's Ln-nim to you. I'm done being your distraction, I'm done feeling like nothing. You have hurt me long enough and you've put me through enough pain....I'm going to the other dorm to bunk with Minho but I'll be gone in the morning."

You open the front door but a hand is on your wrist which you pull away from. "Do not try to fix this." "Hyung, please just listen." "Good luck." You say, letting Chris know he'll have a hard time trying to clear all this up.

"I-I messed up. I-I'm sorry for leading you on, Hyung, I am but Felix didn't breakup with me, I broke up with him." "You told me he did, so you're lying to me as well?" You go to walk out but he stops you again and pull you back inside, pushing you into the door before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You shove him away and curse at him. "The fuck, Chris?!" "I'm sorry, I just- I broke up with him because I realized I love you." "You're just saying that." "No, I do. Even Felix could see it before I could. He was okay with me breaking up with him."

He steps back to give you space as he takes a deep breath. "I realized I loved you when I noticed I would notice small things about you that I never payed attention to as much when I was with Felix. You prefer orange juice without pulp, you can't have any drink unless it's cold or with ice, you can't eat at home without your favorite show playing in the background, you sleep with five blankets, you hate onions, you edit alone because you can't stand headphones, you prefer small silverware over big, you always get undercuts when your hair gets too long in the back. No one would ever pay attention to the small stuff but i do."

"That doesn't sway me, Chris...You hurt me." "I know and I'm sorry. Please, Please let me fix this. I don't want to loose my best friend."

You think it over. Should he get a second chance? He really shouldn't but you can see he really doesn't want to loose you. Taking a deep breath, you sigh. "One...Chance...I'm still staying with Minho and I do have to leave in the morning to meet with the current idol I'm working with but you get one chance." "Thank you, Hyung. Thank you." He steps forward, wrapping his arms around your middle and hugging you tightly before stepping back. "Is Saturday okay?" "I don't have anything Saturday." "Great. See you then. Thank you, Hyung."

He finally lets you walk out and you make your way to the other Stray Kids dorm. Your subconscious is telling you to not forgive him but your inner child is telling you that when Chris wants to make up for his mistakes he doesn't hold back and does everything he can to fix it, like when you were younger and he went through everything possible to help replace your favorite stuffed animal he borrowed but left it where Berry could reach. He saved enough money and took you to the local toy store where he used his own earnings to buy you a new one.

Entering the other dorm with the other key you have, you quietly make your way to Minho's room and slip into his bed. He doesn't budge, barely wakes up, all he does is scoot over and throw an arm over your stomach before muttering a small "Don't snore." like he always does and you chuckle softly cause he knows you don't snore.

Closing your eyes, you rest a hand on Minho's arm and scoot closer to him. Soon falling asleep quickly from how exhausted you were.

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🩵📺 Pet 📺🩵

~Vox x Sinner!Reader🔗

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3

Summary: You are bought by Valentino, but when Vox goes to get you for him, he decides he'll keep you for himself instead.

Warnings/promises for series: 18+, smut, first time, teasing, BDSM, Sub/Dom, overstimulation, no use of y\n, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), kidnap, use of the "C" word (both derogatory and not).

Warnings/promises for part 1: 18+, teasing, overstimulation, handcuffs, Dom/Sub, master/servant, first time, oral (f receiving), fingering

You walk into Vox’s office, nervous. Around your neck is a glowing light blue collar around your neck, the chain hanging down and held tightly in his hand. It had been a rough week. You'd only died a few days ago, and immediately after you found yourself in hell you were being auctioned off. Everyone knew who'd bought you, they were sure to inform you the moment you were pulled back into the auction holding room. Valentino. The moth demon, the kingpin sex in hell. 

But the porn demon wasn't the one who came to collect you, it was his business partner. Vox had acquired your soul for Val, even asked specifically for you, but when he saw you for the first time, there was something about you that caught his attention.

Vox raises an eyebrow as he watches  you walk into his office, sizing you up with a slow once-over. He can't help but be intrigued by your nervous energy, it's different from the other souls he's encountered.

You stand in front of his desk, eyes wide with fear. A sly grin spreads across Vox's face as he stands up from his desk and walks over to you, lightly pulling the chain attached to your collar. He leans in close, his breath hot against your cheek. "Well, aren't you a cute little thing?"

"Please don't give me to Valentino..." You whisper nervously. He finds your straightforwardness quite refreshing.

He chuckles, the sound low and rumbling. He leans back, still holding onto the chain. "And why not? He's always looking for new talent. And you are quite...appealing."

"I... I don't want to be used by him... passed around... and..." You suppress a sniffle.

His expression softens a bit at your words, and he loosens his hold on the chain. He's aware of what Valentino does and it's never been an issue for him before, but seeing you like this, vulnerable, it's making him question his decision. "Then what about being used by me?" he asks without thinking.

Your eyes somehow widen further as you turn to look up at Vox, shocked, and your eyes meet for the first time. Something about your gaze has him enraptured. "Y-you?" You ask.

He nods, the corner of his lips quirking up. "Yes, me." He takes a step closer to you, letting the chain slide from his hand. "I wouldn't pass you around. In fact I'd be the only one you're allowed to touch or be touched by. No porn, just you being my assistant, doing anything and everything I tell you without question... How does that sound?"

Your mouth opens but you don't answer right away, instead you ask, "won't Valentino be angry...?”

He gives you a sly smile. "I make my own decisions, and I don't give a shit about what Valentino thinks. Your soul contract is mine right now. And if he has an issue with it, he can take it up with me."

You look down at the ground. "I heard he was very eager to get me...." You say solemnly.

Vox reaches out and gently tilts your chin up so you are forced to look at him. "That's my problem, not yours. And from now on, you're only going to be thinking about me and my desires. Understood?" He says, his tone gentle but firm.

You look up at him with a sense of wonderment in your eyes and nod. "O...okay..." He sees you blush slightly.

Vox smiles at you, looking almost relieved that you've agreed. "Good. Now come here." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. He buries his face into your hair and takes a deep breath in. "Why was he so keen on getting you anyway? I've never seen him froth at the mouth quite so hard before. You got some kinda special talent I should know about?"

You shake your head. "No... nothing like that..." You say, clearly embarrassed.

He chuckles then, the sound low and raspy but it seems genuine. He tilts his head back so he can look at your face again. "Well, there has to be something. You got some sort of chokehold on him or something, he was practically drooling over you."

"Um... it's likely because I'm... well..." You blush, eyes darting around nervously.

He looks at you, his face is calm but there was some growing curiosity in his eyes when he noticed how flustered you were becoming. "You're what exactly, go on say it. I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to." 

He lifts your chin and forces you to look him in the eye once more. His stare makes you feel safe for some reason. "Because... I'm a virgin..." You finally admit.

His hands drop from your chin the moment you say the word virgin, his face turning to stone for a few seconds. But when he turns his gaze back down at you he has the warm welcoming smile back on. "A virgin in hell?"

You give a concerned look. "Is... that bad...?" You ask, worried.

He laughs and shakes his head at your innocent question. "No, it's not bad." He says, reassuring you with a smile. "It's just a little surprising if I'm honest."

"Is that not... normal?" You ask, curious.

He shrugs his shoulders at your question. "I guess it depends on who you ask. It's not exactly common for someone to be a virgin in hell, but that doesn't mean it's never happened or bad or anything." His tone is sincere and he seems genuine about it. "But that also definitely explains his fervor over you."

"It does?"

He nods. "Yes. Val makes porn, babe, and virgins are rare here." He paused for a moment as if thinking about something. "In fact, you might be the first virgin he's seen in years."

A slight blush creeps onto your face as the realization sets in.

He chuckles a little and gives you a knowing look. "That blush suits you, babe." His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans closer into your personal space. "So now we both know why the moment he saw you, he wanted you for himself. breaking in a virgin on screen..."

Without thinking, you reach up and grasp his sleeve, a pleading fearful look in your eyes as though begging Vox not to give me to him.

He almost chuckles at your reaction, but he sees the look in your eyes and his expression softens. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek gently. "Easy now, beautiful. I won't let anything happen that you don't want to happen."

With a sigh you press your face into his hand, closing your eyes.

‘What was going on with him? What was it about this girl that had him like this?’ Vox wonders to himself. His eyes softening further as he draws a deep breath, his free hand moving to rub the back of his screen. "I have no idea what's gotten into me." He murmurs softly, almost to himself.

You look up at him, a curious but concerned look on your face.

He sighs then, but his hand stays on your cheek. "I don't do this. I don't take people in like this, but there's something about you that just makes me..." He trails off, gaze intense as he searches for the right words before giving up. "Well, first things first, we have something we need to take care of."

"Sir?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow.

"I'm a very demanding man, and I plan on being very demanding to both you... and your body..." he pauses, letting the implication set in with you. "But despite what you might think, what with me being an overload of hell, I find no gratification in fear. At least not sexually." Vox scoops you up into his arms and walks through a set of double doors that lead to a hallway. "So let's deal with that pesky virginity of yours so we can get to the good stuff, huh?"

You squeak as he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you down the hall to a second set of double doors. You let out a quiet "eep" as he kicks them open, revealing what you can only assume is his bedroom. Eyes wide and cheeks pink, you turn, hiding your face in his neck and holding him tightly, nervous.

"You're fucking adorable, you know that?" he says with a crooning, deep voice as he moves you to the bed. His hands make quick work of moving you to lay down gently before he drops a kiss to your chin. "I'll be gentle, at least this time. Promise."

You look up at him expectantly, but with trust, letting him lay you back and examine you. With a pleased smirk, he moves his hands to brush over your thighs. Slowly, his thumb rubs against your heat, enjoying the soft sounds that would escape from you. "Mmm," he hums, leaning closer, his lips hovering against your inner thigh.

You shiver at the touch, your skin already electric from anticipation. You pull your hands to your chest as little whimpers escape you. He chuckles at the little sounds you make. With a deep breath, he moves up your body, his lips ghosting against your inner thigh again before pressing against your heat. He slowly tease you for a second before moving to the other thigh. "You taste so fucking good,"

You gasp loudly as you feel his lips press against your core. "S-sir!" You yip, hands moving down to attempt to stop him. "You don't h-have to- a-ah!"

He raises his eyebrows when try to stop him. But he's quick, his hands moving over yours to pin them above beside you. With a smirk, he moves his mouth back to your heat. He licks and sucks before moving his tongue against your entrance slowly.

You moan loudly, your knees bending and back arching. "Please, sir! Ah!" You gasp out. "I-I thought I was meant to be serving you!"

"Oh, you are," Vox murmurs, between tastes of you. After a moan escapes your lips, Vox hums against you, a low sound of satisfaction before moving up to your clit. He presses his tongue against it slowly. "What do you think this is? Your virgin cunt served up to me on a shiny silver platter." Vox chuckles against you, his breath warm against your skin as he finally pushes his tongue inside. He smirks when he hears your little whines and moans, his tongue starts to move in a lazy thrust inside you before pulling out again. "And I plan on savoring every morsel..."

You're shaking now from the pleasure, your fingers tightly wound in the sheets as you feel his surprisingly long tongue fill you. "Siiiiirrrr...." You moan out sensually.

"Good girl" Vox murmurs against your core before sucking on your clit, hard. He slips his fingers inside of you, sliding in easily with how turned on you are. He hooks his fingers and rubs it against that spot inside of you that makes you moan even louder.

You feel like you could scream from his touch. You tilt your head back, eyes closed tightly as you begin to feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"Let go, pet" he murmurs, moving his mouth back to your clit to continue what he was doing earlier. He sucks and presses his tongue hard against you until the knot in your stomach bursts into a mind-blowing orgasm. You cry out as you unravel at his touch, your hips bucking up onto him as you come undone loudly.

He smirks, letting you ride the waves of your orgasm before pulling away from you. "You taste so sweet, pet," he purrs. He stands up and walks over to the closet, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Meanwhile you lay there panting, attempting to regain your calm as you watch him nervously approach you with this new development.

"Don't worry, pet. I won't hurt you." He assures you, dangling the handcuffs in front of him as he climbs onto the bed again. "I just want to play a little game with you."

"I'm not afraid... just nervous." You say, holding your wrists out. "I trust you..." You say softly.

"Good girl" He purrs again, attaching the handcuffs to your wrists. Instead of restraining you though, he attaches it to the bedpost. He takes a step back and admires his work, before tapping your thigh to let you know he's coming back up.

You nod, blushing at your exposed state before shifting so he can join you again on the bed. You watch as he crawls overtop of you, holding himself above you like a predator. It gives you pleasant shivers.

His eyes flash hungrily as he settles between your legs again, leaning down to suckle at your breasts. Since you're restrained, he takes his time, worshiping each breast in turn before trailing his kisses down your body again.

You let out little mewls of pleasure, squirming beneath him deliciously. He smirks, enjoying the sight of you getting increasingly aroused beneath him. He takes his sweet time, trailing kisses lower and lower. Moving down your torso until he once again reaches your soft thighs.

"Wait, I just came!" You moan as he continues downwards.

He chuckles slowly, letting his breath fanned your core. "Oh, I know, pet. But that doesn't mean I can't play with you some more." He purrs before trailing a finger along your slit and collecting your wetness on it.

You tremble, your already highly stimulated pussy still twitching from your last orgasm. "Si-ir, ah!"

"Mhm, you're so wet for me, aren't you? You want more?" He purrs, teasing your entrance and slowly pushing his fingers in before pulling out. "Please me a little more and you might just get what you want." He murmurs, letting his breath tickle your aching core.

"A-ah...!" Your whole body begins to shiver as he keeps going. "Please, it's so much, sir...!"

He grins wickedly and pushes his fingers back in, moving them in a 'come hither' motion to hit that spot inside you. His thumb rubs your clit in slow circles and he watches your reactions with keen interest. "That's it, pet...let go."

"Wait!" You call out, even your voice trembling now. "WAITWAITWAIT! It's too much it's too much!" You pull at your cuffs as you twist, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

He raises an eyebrow at your plea, but he doesn't stop as he watches you squirm in pleasure beneath him, coming undone once more in a shivering heap. He removes his fingers slowly, making you gasp as he brings them to his lips and sucks them, happily licking your juices off. "Delicious," he comments with a smirk.

You stare, bright red as you watch him. "Th-thats so lewd!"

He chuckles and leans down to whisper in your ear. "But you like it, don't you? You seem to enjoy being my little toy." He kisses your neck gently, making you shiver.

"I-I..." You stutter, not wanting to admit it.

He chuckles low, feeling your body's response to him even as you attempt to deny it. "I think I'll keep you around for a while longer," he murmurs, pressing his lips against yours again in a slow, passionate kiss. As you press into it, he feels you melting into him, sighing.

"Mmmnn," he hums, deepening the kiss as his fingers weave into your hair, holding you close to him. His other hand trails down your side and rests on your hip, pulling you even closer against him. You feel him press his hips to yours and you can feel his engorged member press into the mess he's made of you. At first the feeling is exciting, but then you panic a bit, pulling back from the kiss. 

"S-sir! your suit!" You shout, worried about his pants.

"It's just a suit," he says with a smirk, grinding his hips against yours again, rubbing the bulge in his pants against the mess he made of you with his fingers. He's pleased how you seem to have already slotted yourself into the role of his little servant and pet, but he also loves seeing you get flustered and knows it's only going to get better.

You gasp as he begins to grind against you, pressing your hips back up and into him, your body greedily asking for more. "Sir...ah…”

He chuckles at your response, enjoying the way your body responds to him even as you try to maintain some semblance of a servant. "Do you like that?" He murmurs against your lips, his hands still wandering down your sides, "You're so responsive for a virgin... you sure no one's touched you before?”

With a quick knee to the rib you glare at him, pouting. 

"Ow, what was that for?" He says with mock innocence, letting out a small grunt of pain and a laugh as he rubs his side. However, the glare and pout only makes him more excited, knowing that you're slowly becoming more comfortable in your role towards him, but he was still going to have to punish you for it…

"What a thing to say to a girl. I wasn't lying..." You grumble.

"I didn't say you were, did I?" He smirks, leaning down into your neck, his teeth gently grazing against your skin as he licks and sucks on the soft flesh there. "It's just hard to believe. It's as though you were made for me..."

You flinch as he kiss little bruises onto your neck. "Y-you're teasing me!"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not..." He whispers huskily against your skin, his teeth nipping at your neck, his voice full of sinful promise as he trails a finger down from your throat to the valley between your breasts, using his sharp clawed finger to tear the simple white dress you were wearing before kissing down his path of distruction. When he reaches your navel, he dips his tongue in it, swirling it around before moving down to your thighs.

You pull in a sharp breath as he slowly tears off your only clothing, leaving you completely naked beneath him on the bed. Pink cheeks and perfectly round breasts...

"Perfect..." He breathes, taking in the sight of your naked body beneath him. He licks his lips slowly, before he runs his finger down from your neck, caressing down your chest and between your breasts, before moving down and tracing over your stomach.

"Sir... why are you a-ah, teasing me like this?" You ask as you feel his hand move down between your bodies.

"Because I want to, Love." He whispers softly against your ear as he presses his clawed finger against your folds. "Because it gives me great pleasure to see you squirm beneath me... And because..." You gasp as he once again touches your sensitive cunt. "I love teasing you..." He purrs as he slowly moves his clawed finger inside of you. Biting down gently on your neck, he moves his fingers out and in again, making sure that he rubs against your g-spot with each thrust.

"Please, please, it's not enough, I- ah..." You moan and squirm at his fingers inside you, they aren't going deep enough and you feel you'll go mad. But he wants you to beg for it.

"What is it you need, darling?" He says teasingly and starts moving his fingers in a slightly different angle, hoping to brush against your g-spot. His fangs scrape against your throat gently as he whispers those dirty words into your ear. "Be a good girl and ask nicely..."

"I... I want to feel you..." You moan out, embarrassed, "to feel your cock..."

"What a good girl you are, asking for exactly what you need." He says and starts to move his fingers faster. His hand is slippery with your juices as he moves it upwards and rubs your clit in tight circles one last time before unzipping his pants and pulling himself out. With a grin he presses it to your needy cunt only to rub it along your slit, not entering you.

"Noooo!" You fight your restraints as he continues to tease you.

"Are you sure you're not enjoying the slow build of pleasure, my dear?" He asks. "This is exactly what you asked for… You'll have to be more specific..." he teases and smirks, knowing full well how frustrating this is for you and how badly you want him to shove his cock inside you. "Beg for me..."

"Please, please, sir, I need it..." you moan out. "I need you...aaahh!"

"Need what, my pet... tell your master exactly what you want..."

"Please, master! I want your cock inside me!" you finally yell.

"You're a fucking delight, you know that?" He says with a grin while his cock finally enters you with a firm thrust, his whole length filling you completely. He groans at the feeling and starts moving his hips while also pulling at your binds.

You throw my head back with a loud gasp, your mouth open as he presses fully into you all at once. When he starts moving your eyes begin to roll back. "S-sir! Wait, slow down! A-ah!"

"Sorry pet, got a little excited." He chuckles at your reaction before slowing down and grins down at you as he takes in the sight of your restrained form. "How do you like these," he asks, poking at your handcuffs.

You look up at your wrists and give a dizzy look, smiling a little silly. "I...I like them..." You admit, too cockdrunk to protest.

"That's good, because I plan on doing much more than this in the future," He says with a laugh and increases the speed of his thrusting once again, taking you up in both pleasure and slight pain. "I bet you look lovely on your knees, don't you?" he asks with a grin.

"On my...?" You repeat, but your mind can't hold onto a thought for very long with the way Vox is pounding his shape into your cervix.

"Yes, with my cock deep inside you." He chuckles before pulling out and flipping you over, hoisting you up onto your knees and then thrusting back in, the angle giving him a whole new playground to enjoy. He groans at the feeling before gripping your hair and pulling on it.

You moan loudly at the new position, your head bent back, tongue hanging out, hands stretched out in front of you, still attached to the bed. He chuckles, enjoying the sight of your moans and groans, the way you succumbed to him more and more with each thrust, giving him the control he wanted over you. With his hips he started thrusting faster now, the need to cum starting to grow. 

"How's my cock feel...?"

"So good...!" You moan out.

He groans and nods, starting to feel the tension in his balls. "I'm so close... You want your master's cum inside you...?" He asks as he pulls your hair roughly while also beginning to trace little circles on your clit, causing you wince but moan at the same time. "I want to feel you cum around me while I fill you with my seed."

"Yes!" You cry out, "Please, I want to feel you fill me, sir!"

He groans and then thrusts harder and faster, his hips snapping as he feels the tension growing. His fingers trace hard circles around your clit, pressing harder now as the need builds up, reaching a hand to grip your hip hard, leaving a mark behind. "Cum for me..."

"Yes sir!" You groan loudly before feeling your body begin to tense up. "oh, Oh!" Your eyes roll back onto your head as he feels you tighten around him, body trembling as you cum on his cock.

He groans and then curses, feeling his own release coming, filling you up. His hips jerk as he cums hard inside of you, filling you to the brim before collapsing on top of you. "Fuck..." He pants out, still breathing heavily from the exertion."

Your head plops down when he lets it go, your bodies both rising and falling together as you come down from your individual highs.

"Satan… fuck… you're amazing. I didn't expect that at all." He chuckles and then presses a kiss to your neck, nuzzling you gently. "You were incredible… better than anyone I've ever had before."

You let out a contented hum of appreciation. "Even though it was my first time?" You ask softly.

"You did amazingly for your first time." He praises, not missing a beat as he slowly presses his lips against your neck and back, giving you soft moans and kisses. He's slowing down, giving you a bit of aftercare, letting you come down from the experience. "Really, that's what I should be asking you."

"Hmmm... it was very nice. I'm not sure why I didn't start sooner." You giggle.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, I'm glad you didn't and that I got to have your first row." He murmurs before slowly slipping out of you, letting out a sigh of contentment. He shifts to the side of you, slipping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 

"Better than anything I could expect from Val by a long shot..." You joke before looking back at him and jingling your handcuffs with a smile.

Vox chuckles and shakes his head, before leaning down to kiss your lips softly. "Oh, definitely. But don't think this means I'm going to be easy on you." He reaches over to the small table and pulls out the key, unlocking the cuffs from your wrists.

You rub your wrists, they're sore but in a way that makes you warm inside. "Isn't he going to be angry? You were supposed to give him to me, now not only did you say you won't, but even if you did, you took my virginity, I won't be worth nearly as much to him anymore...?"

He sighs and rubs his forehead, the arm that's wrapped around you pulling you closer to his chest. "Honestly, I didn't think of that. I guess you're right." He looks at you with a determined look in his eyes. "Even if I could take it back, I wouldn't hand you over to him now. You don't deserve to be treated like that..."

You nestle into him, enjoying his scent. "Thank you..." You whisper.

He smiles softly, nodding. "You're welcome." He kisses the top of your head softly, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His fingers absentmindedly playing with your messy hair as he gazes over the room, his mind thinking over various things. It's not long before you fall asleep in his arms and he realizes that he's never let anyone he's fucked idea his bed afterwards...

Vox looks down at you sleeping peacefully with a fond smile on his face before carefully scooting out from under you and standing up. He grabs a blanket from the closet and gently covers you before walking out of the room, still having some work to finish. He'll finish breaking you in tomorrow, he resolves.

For my wonderful new friend @liveontelevision! She mentioned how she wanted a Vox fic and I decided to oblige. Lol. Hope y'all like it! 🩵

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The Renegade

joel miller x fem!reader

Summary of the fic: This is why I’m writing to you, Tess. Do you see how much trouble am I? How unstable and not anywhere good for him? I can’t fall in love with him and he can’t get closer, I’m a weak bitch: I’m gonna fall for him if you don’t help me. I walked too many meters of bad decisions before, I can’t cross another ocean. You are my only hope, The renegade - Your parents ask you to try seeing a therapist, Tess, and you agree under one condition: she can't let you fall in love with Joel Miller. A fic in the format of letters, from you to Tess. 🐾

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CW/tags: Explict +18, no outbreak AU, slow burn, fluff, smut, kinda loser reader? lol, implied age gap, coming of age, no use of y/n

Word count of the prologue + chapter 1: 6,4k

A/N: This will be a quick fic, I promise! I needed to take it off my head, it was clogging everything else at this point lol I really wanted an anti-hero protagonist instead of the usual good girls I write. She is messy and adorable at the same time, I'm really proud of how the story is taking shape! Hope you like it!

PROLOGUE

Austin, July 2024

Dear Tess,

You said I could write you in any format as long I’m true to what I’m putting out. That’s some therapist bullshit, but since it’s you reading this mess, I will let it slide. I thought a lot about what to write down for you, not the usual overthinking, more of a “where do I begin?”. Remember, you were the one who told me to write this if I can’t say out loud what it is inside my head while we are in session. This shit is hard, okay?

Let me start by being the smartpants I used to be: the human brain processes a thought faster than one meter per second. If I put together all the meters my brain ran while getting bad ideas, I could now cross the Atlantic Ocean.

Do you remember when you were a kid and your parents told you to avoid certain people? That strange feeling you get when you see a trainwreck of a person, the one that didn’t exactly do something bad, they just are stuck somewhere out of this reality and you think to yourself “I would never get in that position”? 

I did get in that position. I’m stuck in that somewhere. For years now.

Wish I could tell you that something horrible happened to me when I was younger, that my mother crushed all my dreams and my dad left one day to buy a pack of cigarettes. What about a strict family or an over-the-top religious one where I’m one of ten kids? Not even close to the truth, I’m an only daughter.

Middle middle class: enough money to live more than comfortably, far from the luscious lifestyle of the riches. I grew up knowing money didn’t come from the trees, I touched some grass, okay? The only thing expected by my kinda-aristocrat parents was that I would achieve academic success prior to a life full of achievements.

Chess competitions, spelling bee trophies (if I make a mistake a few pages down, it’s been a while since it), debate club captain, swimming team… You name it and I did. At seventeen I was voted as “most likely to be successful” and second place for homecoming queen because slutty Katie gave the basketball team a sloppy blowjob after practice. I had a first kiss and gave one bad handjob under the bleachers by that age.

Then university came and nobody, no fucking body, got wowed when I got an Ivy League on my first try. My head was too shoved up my ass to notice life around me. I wasn’t a pretty girl anymore because girls in my class were prettier than me, wasn’t the smartest since I wasn’t a teacher’s pet by just existing. 

My classmates didn’t care for me because I had no clue about social etiquette: what alcohol is acceptable to bring to a frat party? How do you pick up guys and let them suck on your tongue? Do you stay inside your dorm room when your roommate is fucking or do you wait outside?

I could do it with being the awkward girl, but not with being less than perfect. By the second semester, I was crying every day in the shower and realized I had no friends, just people who had the same interests as me back home. I tried so hard to become the number one in my class that life became hell the second my teacher gave me a lower score on a significant test.

I left her class and instead of crying, calling my parents to vent, or any other shit, I walked by the first frat house I saw and decided to lose my v card there with any guy that looked remotely cute. 

Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be a slut if I hadn’t had a penis inside me yet, but I knew that something was boiling up for years. My hand sneaking under my panties after a tiring day, humping on my pillow whenever I got frustrated, even the shoulder massager I got for after swimming practice humming on my clit did it. All I needed was a chance to forget for a moment the hell that was my life.

And I did. A sand blond guy with a shark smile that would fuck anything that moved in his direction, clearly a rich bitch whose parents got his spot in the university. I walked in his direction and took my panties off, put them in his hand, and the next thing I saw he was deep inside of me while I hopped him vigorously.

I cummed so hard that I think saw Jesus, whatever he might be. Not that the guy made me cum, I had an itch for so long that any scratch would do it. Any. After coming down my high it was clear in my mind: I would do anything that I didn’t do before.

Drink until pass out, rob beer from the liquor store, fuck my roommate's hot dad, cheat on a test. Nothing was out of limits. Well, I still had to finish university and never use drugs because that was a hard no for me.

You see, Tess, I’m so good at keeping my promises to other people and ignoring my own needs that I did finish university. Graduated with an honor badge and everything, my parents' wet dream. Expect they no longer knew me and had no clue that I spent four years whoring myself and doing everything to ignore who I used to be.

And this is why on my first day in a big company, a trainee job earned right after college, I vomited inside the bathroom stall during onboarding. A panic attack a week later when my leader delegated some tasks. You give me a few months and my mind went blank the second I started a presentation to the c level board. I ran so fast outside that I fell on the sidewalk, got up, called for a cab, and never came back.

It’s been years since it.

My parents came to you because they still have some hope. I don’t, I think they are being dumb. Yes, I have an Ivy League degree, a bunch of useless skills (except for Mandarin, I can read so fast the menu at a Chinese restaurant) but nothing to do with when I WON’T come back to who I used to be. Do you think I sound miserable now? I’m miserable but I’m free in my kitchenette downtown, with my band t-shirts and two jobs. Living the dream.

Of course I’m fucking lying to you. I hate my life because the bitch running it is so dumb (that’s me, by the way).

It used to be kinda cool. The day I ran from the office was the same day I went straight to the arcade and played Mortal Kombat II so much that I broke the machine’s record. I went there for a full week before the manager, an emo guy looking like a teenager, decided to hire me.

It wasn’t enough to pay for my fancy downtown apartment, the one that got furniture that didn’t come from IKEA, so I had to move to the shithole I’m now. A mini studio in a building so old that if the city trembles, I’m sure that I will be turning into dust.

Years in this life, day after day, and I wasn’t mad about it. I was free, after all. It took about two years for my parents to find out that I wasn’t the prodigious child anymore and they took better than I expected. My mom cried, cursed my name, and asked if someone hurt me but I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was the one who caused it.

Anyway, you already know this stuff. They told you their side of the story when letting you know that I would be your new patient. What exactly have they told you? About how I never introduced them to a guy and my dad had a very straightforward conversation with me about why lesbians were cool and he would accept me if I was one? Maybe they told you about how I got so drunk one Christmas that end up peeing on the petunias in the neighbor’s yard and my mom thought it was a good idea to tell them I was heavily sedated from a fear of flying? Nobody said it was easy to be an only child.

What you don’t know is that I have a love life, you are welcome. For years I’ve been sleeping around with a married man. I know, I know, shocking! Scandalous! His name is Peter and he is dumb as a door. But the dick is good and he sometimes treats me like a real person. I met him at a bar, gave him a blowjob in the back alley (Katie would be proud) and we see each other every week since.

Remember when I said my family isn’t religious? Thank god because that’s not everything. I have a boyfriend, a real one. It was a scorching day, the AC wasn’t working and I had to put the neckline out a bit before becoming a puddle. That’s when I see him, playing with his friends, having fun, being so fucking broad and handsome… I had to taste it.

Flirted a bit and boom, got him at the back door pumping deep inside of me while I was sitting on a desk. He was amazing, he was making me gooey to the point of screaming in pleasure. Too good to be true, when he was about to come I saw the little golden cross pending from his neck.

The next day he came back, told me how sorry he was, and asked me for an opportunity to show me how good he could be. I thought he wanted a second round, but nope, he wanted me to meet Jesus. I’m a people pleaser, Tess. It has been four months since I’m Mormon Isaac’s girlfriend. Every Sunday I attend the mess, his family knows me and I haven’t slept with him since that first day. It marks also the four months I’m trying to break up with him.

You must think that I ain’t a good person and you are right, I’m not. Not the worst, but for sure not a fucking saint. I don’t come back in my decisions, anyone else with less brain would, but not me. I’m stubborn and deal with the hell I made of my own life. Or used to, because now I’m head over heels for this guy, Tess.

Joel Miller. The stupid hunk who is older, wiser, and hot. Who I can’t stop thinking about since we met. Damn his pretty brown eyes and how they look into my soul. I’m a mess and I need some help dealing with it before he gets into my trap and I destroy him.

This is why I’m writing to you, Tess. Do you see how much trouble am I? How unstable and not anywhere good for him? I can’t fall in love with him and he can’t get closer, I’m a weak bitch: I’m gonna fall for him if you don’t help me. I walked too many meters of bad decisions before, I can’t cross another ocean.

You are my only hope,

The renegade

P.S. I won’t pay you shit, hope my parents paid you enough for this.

CHAPTER ONE

Austin, July 2024

Dear Tess,

Yes, I'm doing well, thank you for your concern, guess the rambling in my last letter got you worried about me. It’s a skill, I’m very good at making people worry. I'm marvelous, splendid, and well, fucked. By our last session, you asked me more details of how I ended up meeting Joel and I said to you “a lady never tells” and you didn't laugh, tough crowd. Let me paint you a picture then.

There are many regulars at the arcade. The asians dudes that go there after Kumon (been there, done that, I feel so sorry for them), the lone wolves of 40+ that still want to feel young since they can't get any pussy and, my favorites, the after-school reruns.

These little fuckers go there every week to burn some steam from their sugary-inflicted bodies, stay until 4 pm and go straight to their houses, to their mom and dad. I'm not bitter, I just hate teenagers.

I'm aware that it sounds like I'm on the wrong career path since they keep my economy going, but fuck it, teenagers give me the creeps. Except for the queers, they are quite nice. I have a baby lesbian (it’s pretty obvious) that I call 3 pm because she comes by this time twice a week, Ellie.

She is probably fifteen or so and everything I wasn't at her age. Firecracker, bossy with a dirty mouth – did I ever tell you that the first time I said “fuck” in front of my parents was after my meltdown? You can get it. One of the only teenagers I got close to if I'm honest. She came by one afternoon, saw Mortal Kombat II, and hasn't left since.

“Who's The Renegade?” She asked me one time, checking out the scoreboard with disgust. Remember I beat the machine record? She was right after me.

“No clue, try harder.” I teased her thinking she wouldn't care and move on with her life, like people do.

But not Ellie, she tried really hard to break the fucking record. Week after week, I watched her trying her best from my glass display while wearing the ugly bowling striped shirt that is my uniform.

I saw him way before he saw me. Doing my regular afternoon routine, cleaning the games with some rubbing alcohol to avoid the sticky hands infecting everywhere, minding my business under the neon light. All good, until I saw broad shoulders (I have a type, okay? Sue me) playing the fucking Mortal Kombat II with Ellie by his side.

Broad, so fucking broad. Dark curls with some gray here and there adorning his ears. I must have made some noise because for a second he looked back and that nose? Yeah, that was the end of me.

“You were close, old man,” Ellie teased as the fight on screen got to an end. He glared at her before looking at his score. “Nah, you're full of shit. Not even close to me or The Renegade.”

“Yeah, if I was spending that much time here I would be second place too,” he groaned before gaining full height. That voice gave me chills as I pretended I haven't heard shit, trying to not sneak a look and failing every time.

And that was it, Tess. Not exactly your meet cute, sorry. He came back maybe three or four times, always polite, nothing else. I thought it would be a silent crush, a small one until I got bored. I’m constantly bored.

My second job is a little less orthodox, if you can call my first one that. A girl has to do what she has to to get that bag. On Christmas, I’m the Santa helper with a mini skirt and sweet smiles (you can imagine how many times I picked up bored dads like that), by Easter, I’m your lucky bunny hopping around in white hot pants, when Thanksgiving is around the corner I’m the sluttiest turkey you ever saw. 

The mall manager pays me double because I let him once see my boobs and the poor guy is so lonely that he is more than sure that we will sleep together at some point.

“A vest with “can I help you?” tagline? Where is the skanky clothes?” I asked him one Saturday morning, thinking he made a mistake giving me the day costume.

“We’re getting more boomers and older visitors, we need someone to stay in a good floor spot and answer their questions,” he told me in a boring tone, the sadness in his eyes always a classic.

“Okay, if they ask me questions, what do I do? I don’t know shit about this mall except that you can buy powder by the public telephones and shouldn’t use the ladies bathroom on the second floor, that’s where Nora from Chipotle goes and that woman’s ass is rancid.” He furrowed his brows and dragged his hand on his face, taking his time to process what I had just said.

“Just be nice and bring them to someone who will be helpful, maybe a security guard, I don’t know. And don’t use cocaine while on the job, I can’t deal with another junkie here,” he said reinforcing the vest on my hands and urging me to get out of the room.

Now would be a good time to remind you that I don’t use drugs, never did. I might be many things in this life, but not a stoner. Not because I’m prudish or think drugs are bad for you, even if they are. I’m way too afraid about getting hooked once I realize that the play-pretend reality that they induce in your brain is better than this one. I’m self-destructive, but not stupid.

So there I was, in my lime neon vest, above a small platform with a big dark blue “information” written. Thinking about anything you can imagine, my shift lasts six hours and I can’t sit down, just a fifteen-minute bathroom break. One of my worst nightmares is to be alone with the dumb bitch inside my head, that’s why I hate silence.

When was the last time you went to a mall? They used to be a big deal in my younger days, but now they are dead. It’s so fucking slow, just little packs of people here and there. Not even music playing to alleviate the tension between me and my stupid brain.

“Miss?” A small voice called, I looked to the sides and saw nobody,  so they insisted. “Miss?”

I looked down on the platform and to my surprise, a toddler with big brown eyes and curly hair was calling me. Hesitating for a second, I climbed down my platform and crouched to get my eyes the same height as his, I read once that kids get more comfortable like that.

“Hm, yeah?” I asked unsure of how one talks with kids, shouldn’t he be there with an adult?

“I can’t find my uncle,” the poor kid was on the verge of tears, making me panic.

“Okay, let’s find him,” I said with very little confidence, unsure how to approach it.

Before I could think about what I would do, his hand found a place in mine, holding me like an anchor. I decided to go to the nearest security guard and hope for the best, one thing was to be a failure by myself and another was to fail a little kid.

We walked for about five minutes, the fucking mall had a small amount of guards. No fucking clue why nobody comes down there. The kid got a little tired of walking and held up his little arms, asking to be picked up.

I accepted it, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. Thinking about it now, as I write this to you, I can’t remember the last time somebody hugged me. We might need to talk about it in session.

“You tell me if you see him, okay? What does your uncle look like?” I asked still walking down the corridor, searching for the damn guard.

“Big, fluffy hair,” I laughed at how wholeheartedly the kid tried to answer it.

“Blue eyes? Dark hair?” He shook his head for the first one but nodded at the second.

Changing corridor, I saw from afar a big guy and a smaller figure talking with a guard and figured out it was the kid’s uncle. The man seemed agitated, speaking with his hands in the air. As I pressed my steps, the figures got more familiar. Made a signal for the kid, showing them when we were close enough and his face lightened up.

“Uncle Joel!” He shouted happily, as I put him down so he could run to the tall man.

That’s how I found out his name. Simple, discrete, direct. Jo-el. Suits him.

He immediately hugged the boy, kissing the top of his head. Ellie was at the side getting color back on her face, unshed tears in her eyes when she noticed me.

“I know you,” she started and I panicked a little. I don’t know why, I wasn’t doing anything weird, but something about breaking their bubble made me uncomfortable.

Joel looked up from his nephew’s face and furrowed his brows, not in a “who the fuck are you?” kinda way, more of a “wait, I do know you too”.

“Hm, yeah, I work at the arcade down the block,” I said in a monotone, looking into Ellie’s eyes, ignoring Joel’s.

“Are you safe? All good?” Joel asked in a soft tone, much softer than I imagined a man like him could do, to the kid.

“Yes,” the toddler replied searching for my hand again. My eyes got to the size of the moon, unaware of how to react.

“Thank you for helping him, we were about to lose our heads searching for him everywhere.” Joel gave me puppy eyes in his dearest manners and every inch of my body heated as he got up, gaining his tall size. 

A grown, big man being soft on the edges? The hottest thing I’ve seen and I fucked once Mormon Isaac.

I was ready to get back to my platform when Ellie shared stares with Joel, a language I hadn’t properly been introduced to in my formal education, but I think I can decipher:

Ellie looking straight, then bringing her eyebrows up - say something, Joel

Joel furrowing his heavy eyebrows and pouting a little, before looking towards the exit - no, let’s go home

Ellie rolling eyes and siding it in my direction real quick - she is right here, do something

Joel setting his jaw and looking directly at Ellie - I said no, let’s go home

Ellie narrowing her eyes and then nodding to the toddler - how did we got him back?

Joel glancing at his nephew, Ellie, and me before pouting a little bigger - okay, fine, you’re so annoying

Mind you I’m not a linguist in any way, I might have translated something wrong since I’m not fluent and the whole scene lasted no more than two seconds. I was highly confused when he put his hand on the toddler’s shoulder (mind you, who was still holding my hand) and cleared his throat.

“Are you hungry? It would be a pleasure having you with us,” he proposed in his most southern polite voice. I laughed a little, stupid bitch.

“That’s not… Necessary. Really. It’s okay!” I replied quickly, awkwardly trying to walk back. The kid’s hand grip got stronger.

“C’mon, stay. It’s the minimum I can do,” Joel insisted with another puppy eye.

“I used to g-get lost too, in the mall, you know? It’s okay! It’s just a full circle moment, but thank you!” I lied.

I was a prodigious child, way too smart for my age, and for sure not roaming around in a suburban mall. My parents weren’t strict, but they had a very clear vision of what was cool and what was trashy. Read in my room, go to museums and cinema exhibitions of foreign movies that I was able to watch without the subtitles? Hot and cool. Go to the mall, watch blockbuster movies, and eat a burger at the food court? Suburban and trashy. I got lost once at a library, though.

“He won’t stop giving you the puppy eye until you accept, c’mon,” Ellie replied gaining a double glare from me and Joel, who – in all truth – was still giving me puppy eyes.

“Some pizza wouldn’t hurt,” I said with an awkward lopsided smile. 

The duo stared at each other again, now that I had more familiarity with the language I think I can get better translations:

Ellie shotting up her eyebrows and inclining her head towards the front of her body - told ya, old man

Joel sighing before eyeing the food court direction - lead the way, brat

“Let’s go, Luke,” Ellie grabbed the kid’s hand from mine and started to walk.

“One sec,” I said before taking off my vest and placing it in the security guard’s hand, who looked at me puzzled. I would find a way out of trouble with the manager later on. “Okay, all good!”

“So… The arcade and the mall, you must be good with teenagers,” Joel started nodding in Ellie’s direction. He said in such a genuine matter that it took me back, not a single harsh reply in my brain.

“Not really, it’s more of a coincidence. I try to avoid them a little, though. They could shatter me with one comment.” I laughed a little, trying to break the awkwardness between us. He smirked a bit.

“I get it, Ellie likes to remind me that I’m no longer hip. Do people still use this word?” He asked chewing his cheek and I chuckled.

“I’m not sure. Maybe no? We are very much 20th-century material,” he smiled. 

Do I like to think it was because I hinted that I was old enough to drink, so old enough to fuck him? Yes. But I regretted it the moment that thought appeared in my head.

Don’t get me wrong Tess, even if I’m a slut I wasn’t trying to fuck Joel Miller when we got alone. It’s more of an old habit, a second skin. When I got the conclusion men were little needy bitches, I got laid often.

You pretend to be stupid and praise them on their big brain. Maybe they prefer it when you are a hopeless girl who needs a strong man to solve something that your small body can’t. Or, the classic, they just want a shy girl who has no idea of how pretty she is and is more than grateful that he is there to show her.

Men are simple creatures. The more you make yourself smaller and dumber, the more they want you. Nobody wants an opinionated woman who knows her worth, that isn’t sexy. It’s a sin being a woman who is not sexy all the time.

Something inside of me knew Joel wasn’t trying to pick me up. He was just an older guy with a life set and a family of his own, he wanted to be nice to the girl who helped his nephew.

“Your nephew is a sweet kid, very affectionate,” I said in a genuine tone, trying to clear a bit of my head.

“A good kid too, smart for his age. He will be three in a couple of days,” Joel's face lightened up talking about the toddler. I wondered if someone’s face ever got so bright thinking of me.

“Growing up fast?” I asked trying to keep up, I don’t much about raising kids except that parents feel like everything is way too fast.

“Yes, but there is a long way until he becomes a petulant teenager like Ellie,” he joked with tenderness.

“She is cool, just the right amount of sassy in her bones. Her friends too, they are well-behaved down the arcade,” I said thinking about the times I saw her with other weird teenagers there.

“Really? Good to know her friends treat her well, she needs that,” he replied quickly. I lost him for a second and couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Why?” Could I sugarcoat my curiosity a bit? Of course, but my initial awkwardness was opening space for a comfortable conversation and I’m bad at calculating risk.

“We just moved, right before the school year. I’m from Austin, but Ellie no, she is from Boston. We lived there for a few years before moving back. Is tough to be the new kid, you know.”

The soft around the edges came back. I started to wonder how I never noticed Ellie’s accent, but it made sense.

“And why did you come back? Work?” I asked, again, without thinking further. Joel scratched his scruff while pondering how much detail he would give me.

“Boston got too heavy. Bad memories, you know? She needed a fresh start and I was missing the Texas sun.” My eyes searched for a ring on his hand for the first time, but there was nothing to see. Maybe a bad divorce? A widow?

“In that case, welcome home, cowboy,” I said mimicking holding a tip of a cowboy hat to him, who smiled a bit.

When we arrived at the food court, we went straight to the only pizza option available, the fucking Pizza Hut. The mall is shitty, if you haven’t noticed it yet Tess.

Ellie ordered everyone’s pizza as if she were introducing us to a new, exotic cuisine. Joel got amused, looking at her adoringly while petting his nephew's curls. I allowed myself to imagine what if my weekends were filled with this domestic view, if I would be happy to live such a mundane life and got surprised when the response was positive.

“Will you finally tell me who The Renegade is?” Ellie joked with a hint of truth. Joel rolled his eyes in good fun.

“A lady never tells,” I winked at her and Joel grinned with a little laugh. You see Tess, when you make a joke this is how people react, not scribbling something down their therapist's notepad. Rude as fuck.

The pizza could be better, but the company was more than good. I found myself laughing at Ellie’s puns, making comments about the arcade regulars. Joel tried to make me laugh a few times too, like an old friend. I felt good, felt normal instead of the constant weight on my shoulders.

At some point during our little chit-chat, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“How did Luke get lost? You haven’t told me that.” I questioned both of them, Ellie’s cheeks got pink. Joel made a motion for her to speak.

“Joel went inside a store and asked me to wait a little with Luke, to keep an eye on him for a second while he got something. I know,” she looked into his eyes with a guilty stare, “that I must hold Luke’s hand whenever we’re in a public place. I didn’t, started to look into a window shop thinking he was by my side.”

“It’s okay, you were holding tight to his hand on our way here,” Joel assured her.

If that man couldn’t get any hotter, he didn’t hold the weight of her mistakes against her. I swear that I don’t have daddy issues, I might have a Peter Pan syndrome or shit like that, but my dad was quite nice for a stuck-up guy. I’m not comparing dads, I’m comparing how to deal with delicate hearts: in that couple of hours I got to know a little more of them, I saw how Joel didn’t hold Ellie back, tried to shape her into something he wanted. Even inside of my own body I can’t do that with myself, be this level of kind.

I think Joel got me when it crossed my mind that I could fuck up and, maybe, he would still like me. I wouldn’t be a bitch, a bad girl to him. I would be just a person who made a mistake and he would still be there. What if my main kink is to be loved?

He paid for the meal, of course, a southern gentleman. I said goodbye, hinting I would be there when Ellie decided to show up at the arcade and she replied with a “hell yeah”. They left and I sighed, so light as if I had a spa day, but nope, just a good time with nice people. I might be lonely.

In a snap of fingers, I met the mall manager who questioned me why I wasn’t at the platform. The weight of the world came back on my shoulders, I reasoned that I was tired and wanted to go home as fast as possible.

“A kid got lost and I went to help him find his family. I think the slutty outfit might be a better idea next time, this shit is too complex,” I said shrugging before flashing him again with my boobs for a few seconds.

What? I had a nice meal with a good family, but I’m still not a saint.

Anyway, life followed its course. Saw Ellie sometimes at the arcade, Joel would greet me by name whenever he was there to pick her up, all good and normal. I told you, this is not your meet-cute story.

If you are wondering, yes, I saw Mormon Isaac the next day after the missing kid incident. Holy Sunday, couldn’t skip.

I don’t have exactly a wardrobe that screams “SLUT!”, but the vibe isn’t exactly good southern mormon girl. Jesus just wasn’t my thing growing up. My parents were a little paranoid about the christians, we avoided them at all cost. I had to thrift some stuff to attend Sunday preaching with Mormon Isaac.

It was so boring, every single Sunday. Thank God the pastor would scream from time to time on his speech, the only thing waking me up. Mormon Isaac, strangely as it seems, wouldn’t try to grab me a little here and there while we were inside the church.

“Are you okay?” I asked him once when he audibly swallowed when I touched the inside of his thigh when the pastor was speaking, or whatever.

“Yes. Please, not here, sweetheart,” he urged me and I rolled my eyes.

Every. Fucking. Sunday. For. Four. Months. He would only give me a peck after church, always in front of his family, if his parents weren’t making lunch he would drive me home and that’s it.

Sometimes we would do other stuff too. He would take me to the cinema to see a movie, always under PG-13 though. I would try to jack him off and he wouldn’t allow me, I once tried to give him a blowjob and he said he was waiting for the right time. We fucked rough in the staff room and now I was a pervert, make it make some sense.

You can imagine my surprise when, in the middle of an afternoon, Mormon Isaac appeared from nowhere at the arcade.

“Guess whose four-month anniversary is today?” He asked me while holding a box. I have no idea how to pray, but I know that I prayed for every single entity in the sky for a surprise break up as a git.

“Wow, lucky me,” I said with a fake smile. If my job was boring that afternoon, it was about to become much more boring.

From the corner, I saw Ellie picking up her backpack from the floor as I opened the box. A deep voice greeted my name and I got cold.

Mormon Isaac was looking at me like he was the best boyfriend in the whole world. Joel appeared to be curious, getting close to the glass display I call my office.

“I didn’t know you were religious,” he said looking at the bible in my hands. A fucking bible. Damn you, Mormon Isaac.

“She attends the Sunday preach every week,” Mormon Isaac promptly corrected with his most polite smile. I wanted to die.

“Thank you very much, I will cherish it.” I smiled back, looking into Joel’s eyes with a silent rescue request when Mormon Isaac glanced at his phone.

“See you tomorrow-,” he started and I cut it before he could finish that thought.

“For the bible study, yes. It will be a pleasure,” I said faking another smile, Joel looked so confused and amused by the whole situation. Mormon Isaac grinned so hard that I thought he was about to cum in his pants.

“That’s fantastic! I will let my mom know!” He said before grabbing his phone and walking out, leaving me and Joel behind.

I sighed and dropped my head into my arms, right at the bible. Joel's laugh, I sound I grew to adore, echoed and I glanced up from my arms.

“What the hell was that?” He asked in good fun, looking at how distressed I was.

“You do me a favor: never, I said never, open the door for a Jeovah’s witness. I accepted one preach from this mormon customer and now he plays rehab with me,” I said avoiding the fact that the said mormon was my boyfriend on the following day we would meet for a date.

“I will. Do you need an excuse for bible study?” He asked me looking somewhere behind me like he was forming a plan inside his head, both hands on my glass display while Ellie waited.

“Does it involve religion or any kind of cult?” I half-joked. Half because if hot Joel said he wanted me to go to any kind of religious ceremony I would have another panic attack and leave.

Joel looked to Ellie, who looked back at him and both nodded. This time I can’t translate, sorry, I’m still in the process of getting the language's grammatical structure.

“Tomorrow is Luke’s birthday. Surprise party. You don’t want to break the poor’s kid heart, c’mon,” Ellie said faking seriousness. Joel nodded back.

“There will be food?” Ellie confirmed. “Booze?”

“Do you like beer?” Joel asked, also in fake seriousness. Except that his death stare made me fucking wet.

“Pass me your phone so I can give you my number, text me the address,” I turned my palm up to grab the said phone, he smirked and Ellie laughed.

And this, Tess, is how I met Joel, got my little heart full of him just to let him slip into my life. What can I say? I never wanted to save a horse more than the moment he lassoed me.

I think you have more than enough material for our next session already. I will give you that yes, I speak more about what is inside my head like this. I think it might be because it feels strangely similar to submitting a paper, you know how much I love being the teacher’s pet.

Don’t forget: I can’t fall in love with this guy,

The Renegade

P.S. In case it isn’t obvious, I don’t have daddy issues. I DON’T. I know what it looks like, but I don’t have it. Don’t even try.

next chapter

[simplydannie]

Fanfic on how Veneer Got his pet goldfish, and when the fish died??

:D❤️

Hi pookie! You got it! So Veneer had always wanted a pet. Since a kid he was fascinated by animals. In this particular story, he lives in Mount Rageous. Now if you come to think of it, it’s a very superficial and synthetic culture. Not a lot of nature going on. You’re lucky enough to have some sort of pet. Veneer has always wanted one, but has kind of an issue to where having one is hard:

Sparkles

“So having a dog or cat is not an option?” Vivian asked, the twins mother.

“Unfortunately, not. He has enough breathing problems already. The fur of the animal will only aggravate him more.”

She turned to her son. Veneer was sitting on the hospital bed playing tic-tac-toe with Velvet, a tube connected to his nose. He had another breathing attack. It was his sister that found him…lying on his bedroom floor, nearly blue. The doctor said if she was a minute too late, it would have been fatal.

“He….he gets lonely. Veneer can’t do much with the other kids at school. No one is patient enough to just sit with him, except his sister. He…” His mother began to break down in tears, “Doctor he doesn’t have any friends. As mother that just…that just hurts that he is over looked just because of his condition. While his sister can go to school some days, he stays home, he’s not invited to any parties, no one comes to his. What do I do?” She sobbed.

The doctor placed a hand on Vivians shoulder. She sighed and wrote on a piece of paper handing it to the twins mother, “They may not be a cat or a dog, but these types of pets should suffice for your son.” She smiled tenderly.

“Thank you.” She whispered to the doctor. Vivian composed herself before turning to her twins, “Alright guys! Time to go home.”

Veneer had to spend the next two days home from school…That Friday evening, Velvet had gotten an invitation to a birthday party from one of the girls in their class.

“Did she send one for me too?” Veneer asked sitting up on his bed, the tube still connected to his nose and hand, pushing fluids through his body.

“…No…No she didn’t. I asked her but…” Velvet looked away.

“But what?” He asked.

“She said you weren’t invited because she didn’t want you getting people sick.”

“Oh….” A moment of silence passed between the twins. Velvet looked at her brother, she saw the tears forming in his eyes. He tried fighting it, but he failed, one by one they fell down his cheek and on to his covers.

“Forget her. I’m not going to her stupid party anyway. She likes unicorns.” Velvet made a disgusted face.

“Vels…You like unicorns too.” He gave her a serious look.

“Yeah, but I like the cool unicorns.”

“There are no cool unicorns! Now dragons are cool!” Veneer exclaimed, a smile coming across his face. That’s what Velvet wanted to see. Did she want to go to the party? Yes, but not when it would hurt her brothers feelings. He NEVER got invited anywhere…and she hated it…..More silence.

“Vels, you need to go.” She looked at him quizzically, “You need to have friends. Don’t be alone because of me. Eventually I’ll make friends…for now I have you and mom, and dad! It’s okay Vels. Go…for me…please.” He pouted his lip and widened his eyes.

“No…no! Don’t do that!” But that made him pout his lip even more, “Ugggggh. Fine! But I’m definitely spitting into her cake before she eats it!”

That evening Veneer spent his day alone in his room. He read comic books, drew, watched TV, played video games. When his parents came up to see him, he was writing something…He was writing how he wanted a friend, it didn’t matter who or what, big or small, he just wanted a friend.

“What you writing about kiddo?” His father sat at the foot of his bed.

“Nothing!” Veneer held his journal near his chest, hiding it from the view of his father.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Big boy now has secrets.”

“I- no they’re not secrets.” Veneer looked away. His mother came in, holding something behind her back. Veneer grew curious, looking back and forth between his mother and father.

“Sweetie, now, you know why you can’t have a dog correct?” His mother asked him. Veneer nodded. “Well, the doctor said just because you can’t have a dog, doesn’t mean you can’t a little companion.” She brought forward what she was hiding behind her back. Encased in a pretty little bowl was a beautiful little goldfish…except, he wasn’t entirely gold. As he swam and hit the lights, his scales reflected red, gold, and yellow hues, shining and shimmering. He was beautiful.

“Whoa.” Veneer grasped the bowel gently in his hands, squishing his face on it. “Hi!” The small little fish took notice of Veneer and stared at him curiously, nearing him. “He’s so pretty!”

“He’s going to need a name.” His father stated. Veneer looked at the goldfish. He saw how his scales sparkled in the light…That’s it!

“Sparkles. I am going to call him Sparkles!”

“Welcome to the family Sparkles.”

Vivian saw a complete change in Veneer in the next couple of weeks. He seemed happier. He took his dedication to caring for Sparkles seriously. Veneer researched the best foods to give him to live a good life, he saved up his allowance money to buy the fish a bigger tank, toys, rocks he could hide in. His parents would walk in on him talking to the goldfish…what was beautiful, was that the fish recognized him, his voice. When Veneer was around, the tiny fish would swim out of hiding and swim around next to him. If Velvet or anyone else entered the room, Sparkles would go back into hiding.

The year went by, Veneer bought him a smaller bowel to take the fish with them to small outings or have him around during his birthday and holidays. Veneer would try to talk about his pet goldfish at school, but no one seemed to care. Lame, they would tell him.

“No he’s not! He’s really cool. He does tricks!” Veneer exclaimed.

“Fish are stupid, they can’t do tricks!” The kids would tell him.

He wanted to show them, he wanted to show them that goldfish were not stupid, that they were amazing. One day, he had planned to take Sparkles to show and tell. “We’ll show them Sparkles. They tend to over look little things like us just because we’re different.” He leaned his face close to the tank. Sparkles swam near Veneer in circles, booping his little face near Veneers. “Get ready for a show tomorrow buddy!”

The next morning Veneer woke early to get Sparkles ready in his travel bowel. He tapped the glass gently, “Sparkles. Come one out. I want to give you food before we leave.”…..Nothing. “Sparkles.” Veneer maneuvered around the tank to see if he could find the fish, but he couldn’t see him. Normally Sparkles would come out at the sound of his voice and that tapping of the glass. He kept looking and looking…

“Sparkles! There you are!” Veneer saw a tiny fin peeping out of the little rock he had gotten him. “Sparkles.” Veneer called out again…but he saw the fish wasn’t moving…he was just floating there. “Sparkles?” Again, no movement. “Mom! Dad!”

His parents came barging in fear that their son was hurt or having an episode, Velvet trailing close behind. Veneer was in tears standing by the tank.

“Something is wrong with Sparkles.” He cried. Their father moved close, he saw the small fish turned on its side..he was still, very still. “Daddy what’s wrong? Do we have to take him to the doctors?”

“No son…I…He…” He looked at his wife unsure how or what to say. Veneer glanced his at his mother.

“Mommy?”

She sighed. Walking up to her son, she knelt down to get at eye level with him, “Sweetie, I think Sparkles may have gone to heaven.”

“What?” Veneer walked over to the tank. He tapped it and called out the goldfishes name again. “But…but he was fine last night! He ate and was next to me the entire time! How..What happened? Was he sick like me?” Veneer gasped and began to cry uncontrollably, “Mommy did I give Sparkles my sickness! Mommy, Daddy is he dead because of me!” Veneer hugged the little bowel close to his chest, his forever empty little bowel.

“Oh, no, no, no! No that is not what happened.” She hugged Veneer tightly. “Sweetie, all our time here is limited, including goldfish. We don’t know how old he really was. What matters is that you made whatever time he had with you happy. You gave him a life worth remembering. That’s what you have to do now, remember the good times you had with him.”

Velvet couldn’t help but wipe some tears away. It hurt her to see her brother so distraught, especially after a stupid goldfish, but that little fish made him happier than he has ever been….

That day he didn’t go to school. He stayed home crying over Sparkles. Veneer gained enough strength to go outside and pick out a stone. He pained a small goldfish on it and wrote the name “Sparkles”. His father called in from to stay with him. He helped burry the small goldfish, placing the rock on top of the small burial sight.

“Want to go to the store tomorrow and buy another?” His father asked. Veneer shook his head. Yes, there was other goldfish, but there would never be another goldfish like Sparkles. Loosing something so small, Veneer didn’t realize it would hurt so much. After that he didn’t want another pet. This was a pain he didn’t want to feel ever again.

[bspeaks]

some light petplay with nick???

(nsfw under the cut)

if there's one thing nick loves, its having you all sweet and obedient for him. sure, he has fun dealing with your bratty moments and he always enjoys punishing you, but theres something about you being pliant and desperate to please him that gets him extra worked up.

then he discovers that the quickest way to get you like this is to treat you like you're his pet.

it was a rookie mistake on your part, to let him find out your weakness. it was a lazy saturday morning. he was looking over your shoulder while the two of you cuddled and you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you were scrolling through twitter slowly when a post about being called puppy appeared and you pressed like, forgetting he was there. "wait, wait go back", hes mumbling in your ear before you have the chance to realize what youve done.

you pretended not to hear him and kept scrolling, only for him to swiftly snatch your phone from you. "nicky wait" you pant, panicked. he found the tweet again easily and read it out loud, causing you to blush. "oh i got your ass now...." he said smiling and tossing your phone back to you. he settled back down against you and shut his eyes with a smirk on his face, leaving you alone with your racing heart.

it had been an entire week since this incident, and you were starting to feel relieved. it seemed like maybe he had been too sleepy during your slip-up to remember what happened. you got lucky, the universe was on your side this time. or so you thought.

it was so innocent, he had sweetly asked you to bring him his phone from the other room. as you placed it in his hand he used his other to gently caress your face. his eyes were locked on yours as he spoke. "my puppy's so good at playing fetch. such a good girl for me" you couldn't stop yourself from releasing the air that had been trapped in your chest, and out with it came a soft whimper.

he chuckled softly and his hand on your face now had a firm, but gentle grip on your cheek. "youre too cute. you wanna be a good puppy for me?" you nodded mindlessly, his words bouncing around in your head preventing any other thoughts from occurring in your mind. "then why dont you get on all fours and act like it" he commands, pointing towards the bed.

your body moved before your mind even had a chance to process his instructions. you quickly situated yourself on your hands and knees on the bed and waited for his next move. he settled behind you, one hand on your ass gently squeezing you. "youre such a good listener for me puppy, i love it. sit." he said tapping you to encourage you to move. you sat back on your knees and looked up at him. he brought his hand to the yop of your head, softly petting you, then his lips met yours gently. you moaned into his mouth, exposing just how worked up this was getting you, and he smirked while pulling away.

"if you keep up the good listening ill let you cum, puppy." he said, still petting you. you nodded, ready to give him whatever he wanted. "strip." he said firmly and you jumped into action. once you had shed all your clothes he stood scanning your body with predatory eyes. you began to squirm under his gaze, feeling incredibly exposed. "dont get shy now, puppys dont need clothes right?" he said, reading your embarrassed expression. "but you know what you're missing?" he asked, "a collar around that pretty little neck." you melted at the thought. "since youre so good at fetch, puppy, why dont you go fetch that package that came for me earlier" hesitantly, you got off the bed. you made your way to where Nick had left his package earlier, the cold air against your bare skin made you shiver as you walked.

you returned with the package to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. you held the package out to him and he took it from you, smiling at your obedience. "sit" he said once again, reveling in the way you immediately dropped to your knees in front of him. he tore open the package and the contents made your legs weak. it was a collar, and it was perfect. the perfect size, the perfect color, the perfect design. it was like it was made for you. now you knew why he had been waiting all week to do this, he needed to make sure everything was perfect.

"you want it on, puppy,?" he asked seeing the way you stared at the collar with wide, glossy eyes. you nod eagerly. he moves to wrap the collar around your neck, adjusting it to the perfect length for you and securing it in place. "hows that?" he asked, searching your eyes for an answer when you dont respond.

you couldn't bring yourself to respond. the collar was applying such a nice pressure to your throat. Nick was looking at you with his pretty eyes. every word he'd said so far was still echoing in your ears. it was all getting too much. you were so wet and so worked up that you started panting a little, a few whimpers slipping out of your mouth. his hand came to your face gently. "what's wrong puppy?" he asked, concerned. you took his other hand in yours, interlocking your fingers while squirming a bit. you didnt know how to tell him what you wanted. you didnt even know what you wanted but you felt like you were about to explode.

"speak, puppy, tell me what you need" he said, never breaking eye contact. "please nicky, i need you" you whined, finally. he smiled at you smugly "god youre so fucking cute when you beg," he said "i guess my good puppy does deserve a treat for being such a good girl. come on sweetheart." he said patting the bed.

he guided you onto your back, putting your hands on your thighs and spreading you open. he knelt down in front of you, letting you feel his breath against your wet pussy. "nicky please" you whined, not able to handle his teasing right now.

"alright alright" he mumbled and gently licked into you. your back arched at the sensation of finally being touched where you need. he ate you out slowly and gently, careful not to send you over the edge too quickly. it wasnt long before he was pumping two of his fingers in in out of you, while keeping his mouth on your clit. your hands were in his thick hair as you writhed underneath him. you felt the knot in your stomach grow unbearably tight.

"come on puppy come for me, come on my fingers" nick urged, curling his fingers up into a spot that sent you straight over the edge. "thats my good girl" he praised, while working you through your orgasm. your juices coating his hand.

he gave you a minute to catch your breath before climbing on top of you and kissing you eagerly. he brought his wet fingers to your lips and you took them into your mouth obediently, making him groan. feeling a second wind arising within you, you snaked your hand down to palm the bulge in his pants. he chuckled at your eagerness. "so eager to please me, huh puppy?" he taunted. "cmon. speak. tell me what you want." he demanded, taking his fingers from your mouth.

"want you to fuck me, nicky, please." you whined, tugging at the waistband of his pants. he lifted off of you and began to remove his pants and boxers. "all fours, go." he instructed, making you wet all over again. you quickly flipped yourself onto your hands and knees feeling him rub his thick cock against your folds.

you sighed as he finally pushed into you. "fuck" he groaned, slowly pumping into you. it wasnt until now, now that he was finally inside you, that he realized how worked up this entire thing has gotten him. his words came out rushed and his voice was hoarse. "such a good fucking puppy for me. gonna let me fill you up? yeah?"

you gripped the sheets to ground yourself as he mercilessly fucked into you. "yes nic- nicky please, please fill me up." you panted out. your weak voice was enough to send him over the edge. he stilled inside you, filling you with his release. the feeling made you smile and sigh, pressing your face into the bed.

after a moment of silence, he pulled out of you. grabbing your hips he flipped you around to face him, immediately connecting his lips to yours. his kiss was soft and slow, and his hand came up to rest on the collar you wore. you whined, pushing against his chest to allow yourself to get some air.

"didn't know you could be such a good little pet for me" he praised, pulling you into his chest. he gently removed the collar from around your neck. "this will definitely be making a return..." he said smugly.