#just random corner my brain drags me to when im bored

[angabby-zzz]

I dont see myself writing anything for profit (or other people) rn but especially bc idk how i would react to seeing headcanons about my ocs or the possibly rancid takes on them that would come from whatever fandom it would spawn

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[audreyimagines]

soulmate au where u can only hear the thoughts of yr soulmate at specific times at night and ur just lyin there awake thinkin “worm on a string victorian style corset and dress” whilst ur soulmate who’s doin whatever is like “...😎🤏😐🕶🤏...WhAt?-“ nd then u actually do it and post it on twitter without really knowing about mcyts and atuff and mcytwt gets it trending and the mcyt of ur choice finds it and then you can decide what happens, any pronouns are cool fhshdhs anyways have a good day :D

BAHHA IM IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA THANK YOU !!! have a great day mwah

worm on a string.

pairing - irl dream x gn! reader

word count - 514

two am? again? you groan and flip over onto your other side in an attempt to fall asleep. the insomnia this week has been horrible, and even watching your favorite streamers hasn’t helped. you reluctantly shut down dream and george’s stream in an attempt to get your brain to chill out, and just close your eyes. but alas, without the racing speech and wheeze of dream in the back, your brain starts to drift into random thoughts and ideas. it ranges from netflix shows to murder, and all of sudden your brain is stuck on the mental image of a worm on a string, in a victorian corset and dress. it will not leave, no matter what you think about, no matter what stream you put on. it’s just there, in the corner, nagging. not even in a soulmate way, but in a your-brain-being-dumb-way.

in a last ditch attempt to sleep you drag your phone out from under the pillow and open twitter, grumbling at the bright screen. your fingers somehow manage to cohesively spell out, “who’s going to help me make a worm on a string in a victorian style corset and dress” and post it to your 1k followers you’ve somehow amassed. finally, sleep crashes over you, and you pass out, phone in hand.

contrary to most days, it isn’t the sun that wakes you up. instead, the steady pinging of your phone does.

“too..early,” you mumble, hand rubbing across your face. once your eyes focus, you unlock your phone to find twitter BLOWING UP. now you really are awake, shooting up straight in bed to pour over the notifications shooting across your phone at record speed. you find the tweet that blew up, and it’s the stupid worm on a string one.

“why the fuck...” you say to yourself quietly while continuing to scroll through the 5,000 comments, before a common factor catches your eye. half of the comments are tagging @dream or mentioning his name. your fingers are flying faster than your brain is as you check his main twitter. nothing. quickly to the alt and there you find...oh my god.

“wondering why my soulmate is insisting on thinking about worms on strings in victorian dresses right now. trying to stream.” he tweeted, three minutes after you turned off his stream.

“holy, SHIT!” your morning voice cracks as you stare at the phone, and notice he’s replied to your tweet with a simple two words, “check dms”

and your fingers are off again, flying to the message tab when you stop. there’s his icon, with two missed texts.

“hey um. i’m not sure what’s going on but maybe we should talk.”

“maybe you’re asleep? but when you do wake up, add my discord okay?”

the link sits below his texts, waiting. your eyes bore it, and then you...click it. you add him and wait, pacing around your room. what only takes one minute feels like an eternity, and all of sudden his icon is ringing you on the screen.

“hello? y/n? it’s uh...it’s dream.”

“hi.”

and just like that...it clicks.

[cottoncandyjester]

Wait....Top Wholesome Y/N gets terrifying jealous. Can I request that!? Y/N wrap their arms around the yandere's waist (hugging them from behind) and lay their forehead on their shoulder. Y/N takes a deep sigh and looks at them with a glare full of anger (or horniness...but mostly Y/N being piss off.) Y/N whisper in their ear, "Let's go home...I need to release some steam." Yandere is unable to walk the next morning. (Can you write it about the yanderes who are just...bottoms? Or become a bottom when Y/N is a top? Thank you)

I just adore the thought of the yanderes being bottoms to a possessive y/n

Skipped hikaru cause he has a whole story bout him being a bottom

Didn't add scarlett cause there is no way she is a bottom, the only way she would ever bottom is if maybe she was with a feral reader

This story contains: smut, jealous reader, reader giving off soft yandere vibes

Theodore

Theo was incredibly handsome so it's only natural that someone would wish to flirt with him. He had took you to one of his favorite coffee shop for a relaxing date, all it took was you leaving to the bathroom only to return to have a flock of girls around him. "Oh, well thank you for such kind words but I'm on a date" it seems they weren't getting the hint so you walked over before simply plopping down in theo's lap a sharp glare on your face while the male pushed up his glasses his face red before he placed a hand on your thigh. "Theo, let's go home now."

Your hands gripped the male's hair as he felt like his hips were breaking from you slamming down on his cock over and over and over. "Y-y/n~ y-you're being too rough on me i-i cant-" his shaky words were met with a rough kiss before you pulled back watching his eyes get teary. "Who owns you and this cock?" Your voice was low and filled with a burning rage that you just had to release. With that you continued to ride him in such a way that drove him absolutely insane, you were definitely in control of this situation "y-you do! I-im all yours!"

Axis

"oh so you're blind? Poor baby. Must be hard on you."

Axis nervously stood waiting for you to show up to the movie theater for your date and while waiting some older women decided that he was just too adorable to pass up. The male tried to explain that he was on a date but it seems they weren't getting it "y-you all a-are really k-kind but I'm waiting for my-" his words were cut off when a scent hit his nose and like an excited dog he turned his head towards the smell before feeling a soft hand against his arm. It's you! He knew that smell anywhere! You wrapped your arms around his waist your breathing tickling his neck.

"hey babe, let's go home and watch movies instead okay?"

Axis drooled as he felt you grip his hair yanking his head close to your sex making him pleasure you while you pumped your fingers deeper into his hole. "You're such a sweetie, but you shouldn't be so kind to strangers ax it makes me sad" your pouting tone made the male whine and whimper as he trailed his tongue along your more sensitive of areas

"i-i never wanna make you sad..never! P-please forgive me y/n!"

Salem

Salem had his nature of docile and calm, moments where you two can go on a date on public without making a scene. Though feeling someone rub against him always riled him up so when you excused yourself to the bathroom while you do were eating breakfast at a diner it wasn't long until he had some flirty strangers sit beside him and rub along his thigh trying to take him home.

"you're hair is so pretty, I've never seen a boy with such pretty long hair" their voice was making salem's head spin though he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. His instant thought was downright gruesome they weren't you, so it was okay to eat them..right?

Salem started to drool which they must've taken as intense pleasure cause it wasn't long until he was backed into the corner of the booth trying to hold in his cannibalistic urges while he felt hands trail up his thighs. And soon the feeling was whipped away as you pulled the stranger away before grabbing salem's hand your eyes cold and filled with rage. It was time to go home

"who owns you?! Who owns everything about you?!"

Your voice was drowned out by salem's loud squeals and moans as you thrusted deep into his hole your hands gripping the leash connected to the collar around his neck that choked him. "Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" His chanted got more and more whinier as you fucked him harder until he was sobbing and shaking under you. Salem was such a good boy

Prince

Prince was a total ladies man or at least he was until he met you, he had to let all his many one night stands know that he was off the market though some just didn't get the memo. "Come now princey, you really gonna say no to me? Don't you remember what we did right here after hours...we were so loud I'm sure the whole area heard it" prince nervously gazed at the female who sat at his bar clearly wanting another ride. His main worry was you coming back thinking he was unfaithful.

"Sorry but I don't put my dick just anywhere anymore"

"but you could, you always hated commitment so why bother now?"

Before prince can utter a word you were hopping over the bar without a single care in the world. "Hey babe, you done working?"

Prince admired your badass nature and simply nodded ready to go, though he missed that deadly glare you shot towards the slut.

"if your groupies can only see you now, whining and whimpering to feel an ounce of pleasure" you spoke lowly as prince bucked his hips up as you stroked his cock and fingered his hole but gave a frustrated huff when you stopped for the third time that moment, just as he was close you would stop and he was going crazy.

"p-please, have mercy"

"I'll think about it."

Yuki

Yuki gave off huge 'dont bother me' vibes but even still with that people would come up to him thinking they have a chance. You two were at the arcade and had split up since he had to use the bathroom, as he started to walk back to where you were he bumped into someone causing him to stumble back lightly. He looked and saw that it wasn't you so he proceeded to keep walking without speaking a word.

"don't leave a guy hanging now hot stuff!" The male stranger followed yuki who now scrolled through his phone ignoring the stranger but soon noticed they blocked his path. With a frustrated sigh he looked up his green eyes clearly bored and uninterested

"you're quite the looker..how about we go out together?"

"no."

They definitely wasn't expecting his dry and short response but when yuki suddenly felt himself being touched he cringed lightly making an expression one can see as cute. Having someone touch his chest that wasn't you gave him bad vibes, he didn't like that. Before he could take action you were at his side hugging against him calming his nerves down

"please don't touch him okay? He has anxiety" your sweet tone did not match your sharp glare or light scowl. With that you dragged yuki along who was more than eager to cling to you.

Yuki panted softly his back arching as you thrusted slowly inside of him making it unbearably slow, he needed more so much more and your teasing was making him crazy. "Come now, you can be louder than that can't you? Tell me what you want yuki"

"y-you, I want you..please y/n"

Rocket

Your beefed up boyfriend always got attention wherever he went, so going to the beach was probably a terrible idea honestly. You two found a perfect spot and once all set up rocket excitedly stripped out of his shirt, you definitely noticed all the stares from both male and females. Of course it wasn't long until a group of girls came up to him blushing and giggling, clearly wanting to ask him out

You sat next to him on the towel while he started to put sunscreen on, your glare was sharp as the girls started to flirt and gawk. "You're really ripped, do you work out or something?" Rocket who was oblivious as always proceeded to entertain them with his innocent answer. "Well we're going to play volleyball, of your sibling doesn't mind you leaving then maybe you can join us?"

SIBLING?! utter rage filled you but you forced a smile now standing up, rocket glanced your way and was about to correct the girls but you simply interrupted him. "Hey babe I think it's gonna start raining soon we should go" you were met by a pouty rocket who really wanted to go swimming but the two of you packed it up and went home.

The water grew cold as you stroked rocket's thick cock while standing behind him trailing kisses along his back feeling him shudder and squirm against your touch. "B-babe, I'm gonna- ngh! So good" his small moans always made you even hornier and it wasn't long until you had him pressed against the shower wall sliding inside of him and feeling his large body shiver at the feeling. Your hands going straight to his chest now groping it and squeezing his nipples

"I'll show you who you belong to"

Yuuta& yuuji

Having two boys meant twice the flirting and twice the annoying sluts bothering them. You three had taken a vacation to disneyworld and when your three weren't in the hotel fucking each other's brains out you were at the amusment park walking around and doing things.

"hey how about we ride that?" Yuuji pointed at a big roller coaster that made both you and yuuta worry about your life. As you three waited in line yuuta felt someone brush their hand against his waist, thinking that it was you he settled down not minding it until he nothing both your hands gripped yuuji's arm.

with wide eyes he turned only to see a random girl touching him but to make matters worse it seems yuuji got targeted as well by a boy, the twins had a look of discomfort. "Sorry me and my brother were wondering if you two would be open to a double date, you two are very cute and-" you cut them off with a loud fake yawn causing both boys to look towards you in worry their attention on you now.

"oh sweetie! Are you tired? We can go back to the hotel if you want?"

"damn y/n if you're sleepy you should have let us know!"

Wasn't long until you held both boys hands the three of you walking back to the hotel while you shot the strangers a hard glare.

"you two really are so cute, no wonder people fall for you." You eyed the two boys who both had their hands tied above their heads, blindfolds on while a line of sex toys sat at the end of the bed. You've been teasing their holes for the last hour and they couldn't take it much longer.

You pumped the toys into each of their holes watching their reactions, yuuji always gave the cutest moans while yuuta whined and let out small cries of bliss.

[e1ana]

leisure writing :)

recently by brain has been all AHHHHHHDHHBSGDVJHS BCHJNNH and its really negatively impacted my writing, especially for my fics :( 

i’ve decided to go on a short hiatus for them for a bit to let my brain catch up. i’ve just been writing random stuff and letting it go in a n y direction to give my brain  break and i think??? this might??? be the best?????? decision ive ever made????? my brain just feels so un-fried. its awesome. 

so far it seems to be taking the shape of a YoI fic? idk. I just finished the show for the second time and i absolutely love it! I guess by brain’s been wired on Yuri!!! for a bit now so i’m not surprised at the direction its headed.

i’m still letting it go in any direction though, and i’m not sure if im going to put it up in a03 (i might if i decide i like it, but im not working on it with the intent of uploading it.)

so yeah. here’s the first bit of that. i though i’d upload it on here just bc i can and idk what else to do with it. hope you enjoy :) rating is teen bc of some cursing but thats it

(korkad means stupid in swedish)

Rain.

It wasn’t a loud sound - just the gentle pitter-patter of it against a window can paint a room in a quiet, soothing blanket of white noise. Viktor Nikiforov buries himself further in his comforter. Mid April drizzles really were something else. 

Begrudgingly, VIktor pulls himself from his bed. He looks out of his beside window to find a sunset that perfectly matched with the serene morning rain. 

He yawns and stretches, a soft grumble coming from his lips. He stands up and walks to his kitchen. Every morning is practically the same - wake up, debate going back to sleep, brush teeth/expensive and extensive skincare, eat, and go straight to the rink. Getting up at 7 am might sound overkill, but the lax speed of Viktor’s early morning routine needs extra breathing room.

He drags a hand full of some kind of sweet smelling lotion down his face, massaging it in with the melting pot of other creams and serums. The concoction is thick on his face, though not totally unpleasant. Viktor feels a bit more invigorated now, the cold water startling him up. Nevertheless, he starts the coffee machine. He swings his legs as he sits atop the counter and scrolls through his instagram. A sharp pinch on the cheek startled him from his trance.

“I told you to stop sitting on the counter, korkad. Nobody wants to cook on your ass juice.”

Ah, the overlooked step to the routine - cope with an insufferable roomate at ‘too early’ am.

“Good morning, Chris. I hope you slept well.”

Maybe insufferable wasn’t the right word for Chris normally, but his unrivalled snark and Viktor’s early morning sluggishness were not a fantastic mix. Chris grabs him by the sweatshirt and nearly yanks him off of the marble tabletop. He makes a show of wiping the area where Viktors butt once was. Finally, the sweet sound of gurgling and spluttering signifies the end of the coffee maker’s cycle. 

Viktor pours in a fairly reasonable amount of sweetened cream, the dark brown going caramel colored and scented. He takes a long gulp, downing half the mug in one go. He looks up at Chris, who is now leaning against counter one on arm and glaring. He offers a smile at the glowering man.

“Okay, now you can be a sassy bitch.”

Chris rolls up the towel and flicks it at Viktor’s butt, drawing an undignified squeak from the slightly shorter man. He snorts a laugh, but thankfully gives Viktor his space for the rest of the morning. 

He finishes the rest of his coffee quickly, the caffeine already buzzing through his brain. He checks his watch - nearly time to leave. He packs a few protein bars and water bottles along with his sweets and shirt. He calls out to Chris before grabbing his keys and locking the door. 

He pulls his sweatshirt hood a little tighter around his face, slipping into his freezing cold car. He clicked on the heat, despising how long it took for the damn thing to heat up. 

The drive to the rink was slow today. He wasn’t in any rush, and the slow rain hitting the metal roof of his car made for a nice serenade. He watched the outside pass by slowly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly. 

When he pulled up to the rink, he noticed two things. One, it was bustling with activity. Usually, the place looked practically deserted at nine in the morning. The swarms of people and clicking cameras were an odd sight. 

Two, a man stands outside of the rink, wringing his wrists. He bites his lips and looks impossibly nervous. He blinks a couple of times before waving his hands frantically at one of the reporters. Viktor can’t help but laugh out loud in the solitude of his car. He pulls into the driveway, eyeing the dark haired man the whole time.

He’s vaguely familiar - Viktor’s sure he’s seen those blue framed glasses sitting on some side bench at some competition somewhere. He isn’t unattractive either. His black hair and brown eyes contrast with the pale skin of his babyish face. It gives him a look of purity. It’s a nice look. Admittedly, it’s aided by the ample blush on his cheeks and the way he rocks from foot to foot nervously. It’s a very cute habit, Viktor’s always thought.

Victor steps out of his car. Maybe he slams his car door a little louder than normal to make some of the reporters turn their heads, maybe he doesn’t. Regardless, they’re hounding on him in seconds, asking about this jump and that score. He answers all of their questions with a blinding smile, hoping that his glance towards the man goes unnoticed. Well, rather, where the man was. The glass door swings violently and Viktor catches his bag disappearing around a corner.

It takes longer than Viktor would've liked to get rid of the reporters and slip into the rink. His tight routine is now skewed fifteen minutes late. He stretches quickly and laces up his skates as quickly as possible to increase his time on the ice. 

He approaches the entrance gate, one foot already on the ice when something whirrs by him. His gaze is captured by none other than the man who was stood outside. 

Immediately, Viktor becomes enraptured with him. All he's doing is skating around the perimeter of the rink. Somehow, though, the swinging strides of his legs and the way his arms lift ever so slightly from the elbows when he glides paint him in the picture of grace. Viktor can’t help but stare as he completes another circle. Finally, when the man passes him a third time, he turns to look at Viktor. The grey haired man’s cheeks heat up under his unsettled gaze.

“Do you need some-”

Red creeps up the neck of the other man, his eyes widening when he realized who he’s talking to. He spins back around and pushes off even faster than before. 

Viktor steps onto the ice, heart pounding. Fuck. Fuuuck. He internally moans at the increasing awkwardness in the air. Damn his annoying fame and prestige! Here he was, embarrassing himself in front of someone he vaguely remembered who could potentially be important and was definitely attractive. Embarrassing himself just by existing. 

Whatever. He flicks his ankle out, starting a slow circle around the rink. If an onlooker glaneed over, it might look like the other man was chasing him. Though it was practically the other way around, Viktor considered. 

Eventually, Viktor felt warm enough to do some actual exercises. A few combination spins, a few brackets. Nothing obscene. He starts his program once he feels his joints ease into the jumps. 

The feeling isn't the same as the first time he did the program. Victory - it was the theme of his piece. Clearly, it’d gotten him where he wanted the first few times. The thrill of first place was incredible. It inspired him so much, the feeling of winning pushing forth his every movement. It had felt so overwhelmingly good. Now, after his fifth medal, the program didn’t mean much. His publicist had pushed him to do the same program every year, if not with a few major improvements each time.

Regardless of how many new spins or complicated jumps he added, the piece was tired. He was bored of this. There was simply no other way to put it. Even as he landed the perfectly executed triple axle that had been worked into his program, Viktor felt his heart sag.

He ran through the program a few more times, each with decreasing vigor. He didn’t even notice the man skate by him (albeit with a wide berth) and exit the rink. Drenched in sweat and disappointment, Viktor literally laid down on the ice. Maybe it wasn’t the most professional move in the book, but the freezing cold felt good on his hot skin. He hummed and got back to his feet, skating one last cool down lap before exiting and sliding on his blade covers.

He took a cold shower. Unusual, but the weight of the day didn't seem like it could just be melted away. He closed his eyes, letting the freezing water run down his body. It soothes is aching muscles and bones. Technically, the hot alternative would be better at melting away the lactic acid in his muscles. He could have a long soak in the tub when he got home, though - the temporary relief of cold water was more than satisfactory for now. 

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. The cool air inside of the building almost felt warm in contrast to Viktor’s cold skin. He pulled on a new shirt and pants.

Viktor was surprised to see the other man slinging his bag over his shoulder. He didn’t appear to see the higher ranking skater, ad he sidled to the door without a second glance. Before he stepped out, though, he turned and froze. 

“I… uh…” he paused and looked up, searching for the right words. “I wanted to thank you for earlier. You know. With the reporters. So, uh. Thanks.”

Before Viktor could pipe back with a cheery ‘no problem’ or ‘the pleasure's all mine, tell me your name and let me take you for a drink in my very expensive sports car,’ the man was gone. Viktor followed suit as fast as he could, but there was no catching the man now. Gone, forever.

[banditthewriter]

Intervene - Billy Russo

Prompt: Loved all your stuff lately. Hope you know that. I've had a shitty week dealing with an ex showing back up in my life. This ex was abusive, physically and mentally. I ran into him at a bar & it was not the best interaction. So I'm requesting a Billy story, where he's there to intervene in a situation like this. Whether they know each other or he's just there, completely up to you. Prompter: Anonymous

Warning: Some brief, vague mentions of domestic abuse. Be kind to yourself.

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***** The bar was close by your apartment complex which was the reason you were there as often as you were. Tonight you weren't celebrating or drowning your sorrows; tonight you were just relaxing before you had to go home. Your neighbor was there as well. He owned his apartment whereas you rented, but he wasn't stuck up about it. He was definitely attractive but beyond a smirk or a wink every now and then, you hadn't had much interaction with him yet. To be honest, you weren't even positive about his name. You knew his last name was on the mailbox—Russo—but his first name escaped you. Did it start with a W? For some reason that didn't sound right. While you pondered names that fit your neighbor's face and personality, you missed the door of the bar opening. You didn't miss the person who entered dropping down in the seat next to you. "Look what the cat dragged in," he murmured. Immediately you were on red alert. Every nerve in your body was screaming for you to run, to just grab your stuff and disappear. Kyle was the guy you thought you would spend the rest of your life with. In fact you probably would have had to if your family hadn't saved you from making the biggest mistake of your life. The emotional abuse was something you had just accepted as part of his personality. The physical abuse was a different story altogether. "What, can't say hello to an old friend?" His hand, cruel and yet somehow still so soft, started to move over your bare arm. "We used to do more than talk." Terror. Immediate, blinding, white hot terror started to spread through your body. Even your brain's screaming for you to react, to leave, was frozen in fear. His hand started to grip your shoulder when you heard your name being called in a friendly voice. "Y/N, I'm sorry I'm late." Your neighbor came up to you, smiling at you in a way that made you less afraid. The way he positioned himself between you and Kyle answered your unasked question of what he was doing there. And the smile he gave Kyle was one that made you think your neighbor was well aware of the type of person Kyle was and was just looking for a reason to show him how he felt about that. "Do you mind? We have plans." Kyle's face was a calm and collected mask but you were certain he was feeling anything but. His fingers gripped hard for a second before he released you, stepping back with his hands in the air. "You two have fun," he said with a sneer before he turned and walked to the other side of the bar. "Shit," you breathed once you were able to speak. "Thank you..." "Billy," your neighbor provided as he sat down beside you. "Billy Russo. I'd offer to shake your hand but I don't want him to think we didn't actually have plans." You laughed, a sound tinged with terror, and nodded your head. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you for stepping in." "I know people like that," he said with a glance over to the corner where Kyle had retreated. "They only respond to alpha male interference." "Alpha male," you repeated on a laugh. He was smirking and you shook your head a bit. "Men." He didn't seem offended by your teasing. Instead he waved down the bartender and got a drink. He was sitting in a position that gave him a view of the room which included where Kyle was. You were grateful. "How long were you two together? If I can ask," he added when you turned a little too quickly to look at him. "Six months? He uh, he changed about half way through. I thought I had finally found the one and it turns out I just just found the one that was intent to put me in the hospital." A ripple of fury went through Billy, visible in the way he became tense and his eyes started to squint. Without thinking you reached out and touched his hand, pulling his attention to you rather than scanning the room for your scumbag ex. "I don't think he was looking for me. I just moved to this area so this was just a coincidence. Definitely means I won't be frequenting this bar anymore though," you said with mock disappointment. It was enough to pull Billy back to the present. He shook his head with a light laugh, picking up his beer with a little toast against your bottle before he took a long swallow. "People like that make me sick. People that pray on the trust others have placed in them." Something made you think he was talking from experience. You couldn't see someone hurting Billy as he was now, but maybe that was the point. Maybe he had built himself up in a way where no one person could ever tear him down. He didn't seem like the kind of person that allowed himself to be vulnerable for a reason. The two of you changed the topic after that. You talked for a while about your jobs. He owned a military contracting company that worked overseas and did security here in the states. Your own job sounded boring in comparison but he asked questions as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. As the night dwindled down towards midnight, neither of you wanted to leave. It had been a better night than you had expected and that was all due to Billy. "Want me to walk you home? I mean, I do live right next door, so I'm headed that way anyways." He paid the bill as he said it, a smile on his face that made you laugh. You stood up and let him start to lead you from the bar. You were barely out on the sidewalk before a familiar and unwelcome voice met your ears. "You're going home with him? Didn't think you were a slut," the voice called out. Your shoulders raised in immediate tension but Billy simply put his hand on your back to guide you forward. A glance at him told you that he was completely in control so you took a page from his book and decided to ignore him. A hand reached out to touch your arm but before it even made contact, Billy proved that being out of the Marines didn't mean he had forgotten his training. He had Kyle's arm yanked back behind him in seconds. Kyle had tears in his eyes as he called out every four letter word under the sun. "The only reason I don't break your arm is because you're not worth the medical attention. I'll put this in simple terms so that you can understand it," he said, voice low and menacing in Kyle's ear. "Leave Y/N alone. I don't even want her name coming out of your mouth. If you come near her or try to touch her again, I'll make sure the medical attention you receive is from the best morgue in town." With one last pull that caused Kyle to cry out, Billy released his arm and immediately moved back to you. You met his eyes and smiled in gratitude as he once again began to guide you down the street. The walk back to your building was peppered with small talk. It wasn't until the two of you were on your floor that you remembered your manners. "Thank you Billy," you said as you turned to him, stopping in the middle of the hall. "Not just for what you did, but for keeping me company all night. The threat of running into him has basically haunted me since I ended things." "You're welcome," he said easily, his body relaxed but you knew now how misleading that was. "I meant what I said. If he bothers you again, let me know. I won't actually kill him, but I do have some friends in law enforcement who would be happy to lock him up." "I appreciate it." Uncertain how to continue, you turned and pulled out your keys. After a moment's hesitation, you turned around to see that he was still watching you. Tonight had been wonderful but beyond feeling safe, you also enjoyed yourself. There had been laughter and you felt like you had started to get to know the man you shared a hall with. With that in mind, you gave him a smile. "Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?" His answering smile made your stomach flip. "You took the words right out of my mouth." With another smile and a nod, you turned back to your door to unlock it. When you stepped in, he gave you a nod and walked over to his own door at the other end of the hall. Things were starting to look up.

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[pain-somnia]

Title: “dronk” Rating: M (no smut but it feels more appropriate than T) Pairing: SasuSaku and TenKarin Day’s Notes: Drunk Team Taka shenanigans but in a Real Life/College AU; I will possibly write more Team Taka College AU interactions (with possible changes to the Karin ships, only SasuSaku will stay the same) because @saradacchi loves SasuSuiKa friendship

She should have stopped him a few drinks ago.

And all of those shots were definitely a mistake.

Sasuke Uchiha was passed out and Karin wasn’t sober enough to worry about the way she was dragging his body as she pulled him by his legs.

Suigetsu was suppose to be holding Sasuke’s arms but he disappeared once they got outside. Karin wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself picked up and taken to the drunk tank.

I should have stayed home and cuddled with Tenten, Karin grumbled inwardly.

She propped Sasuke up so he was leaning against a streetlamp and sat on his other side so his head could roll over onto her shoulder.

“Ah, shit.”

Karin pressed the power button on her phone two more times, hoping it would come to life. No dice. Her battery had drained a while ago as she overzealously added snaps to her story.

She rummaged through the pocket of Sasuke’s utility jacket and pulled out his phone glad that he finally switched to a smartphone instead of the flip phone he used last semester.

“Here we go.”

Karin pressed Sasuke’s thumb on the home button on his iPhone and unlocked it. She was originally going to order an Uber to get them to her place but the feeling of tape on the back of Sasuke’s cell phone case was bugging her.

“What the fuck?”

Karin squinted her eyes and then removed her glasses before putting them back on when she remembered that she couldn’t see without them.

“Return...to...Sa..kura?” Karin frowned trying to remember what she knew about her friend.

They had become part of a group in their first semester when Suigetsu had forced them all to work on a project together. Karin wasn’t friends with anyone in university yet so it helped that Suigetsu dragged Jūgo over to her seat at the lecture hall.

Sasuke had been walking by, probably trying to figure out how to do all of the work on his own, when Suigetsu wrapped an arm around his neck and sat him next to Karin.

They sort of were stuck with each other ever since.

Karin scrolled down Sasuke’s contact list until she found a Sakura with blossom emoticons and a sparkling heart next to the name.

“Cute...”

Karin dialed the number and right before she realized what time it was, “Sakura” answered.

“Can’t sleep?” A sleepy voice giggled.

“No, actually, he’s passed the fuck out.”

“Umm...who’s━”

“Karin. I’m one of his school friends and I was trying to get him home but that asshole Suigetsu ran off on us.”

“And you’re calling me because…?”

“My phone’s dead and I’m too drunk to remember my girlfriend’s phone number and this idiot apparently has ‘Return to Sakura’ taped on his phone so here I am calling Sakura.”

“You sound very coherent for a drunk person.”

“Thanks. It’s a blessing.”

There was a pause and Karin thought maybe Sakura had fallen back to sleep.

“Are you somewhere safe?”

“Yeah, yeah totally.” Karin pushed back her bangs and took a deep breath. “Do you think you could come get us?”

“It would take me an hour possibly but yes. Anywhere you could go for now?”

“University Diner is twenty-four seven I could try and get us there. It’s only a block away.”

“Okay. I’ll try and get there as quickly as possible.”

“I lost my phone.”

Karin jumped, not expecting Suigetsu to say anything since the last time she saw him was in the bar.

“You didn’t have it when we went out. To prevent any regrets.”

“What was ringing in my pocket then?”

“Nothing you nimrod. Where’s Jūgo?”

Suigetsu went silent. If she wasn’t looking at him she would have thought that he passed out too.

“We lost Jūgo.”

“What do you mean we lost Jūgo?”

“I left ‘im in a safe place after he fell asleep but I can’t remember where…”

“You had one job Suigetsu.”

“To be fair.” Suigetsu took a long pause before his next set of words. “I’m drunk as fuck.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what are we doing?”

“We gotta take Sasuke to the diner. Then you’re going to look for Jūgo.”

“Can’t you just drag him there?”

“Grab his arms, stupid!”

. .

It was a total invasion of privacy. She would kill anyone if they did the same with her phone but Karin was one jager bomb too many in to care.

She was feeling wired from the energy drink but also slightly brain foggy and she needed to entertain herself somehow.

Sasuke was the weirdest person she had ever met. He had created folders for everything. Not a single app was allowed to float around on its own unless they were the apps on the toolbar.

She learned a lot about him though. He had one email account for gaming, another for school, and one for social media. Karin rolled her eyes that he even bothered with social media apps considering he rarely went on them.

She slid down the booth so her head rest on the top of the seat and sighed. Suigetsu went off to figure out where they had left Jūgo so she was stuck alone at the diner with a passed out Sasuke.

Karin balled up the wrapper to straw for her milkshake and flicked it at Sasuke’s nose. She was already bored with the games on his phone and although his dog was cute, there was only so much cute she could take before she cried because she was still kind of drunk and there was no puppy around for her to cuddle with.

Opening up the Notes app she thought she would find random class schedules and the like. Karin hadn’t expected to find locked notes.

Why would he lock notes?

Karin attempted to open one but it required a password and she couldn’t use Sasuke’s thumbprint to unlock it.

What would he hide? Photos? Sexts???

Karin gagged and put Sasuke’s phone down on the table. She picked it back up again when she realized she could use the contents of the locked notes for blackmail.

Karin wasn’t fond of scooping out the litterbox of the cat Tenten adopted and she could always get Sasuke to do it for her and a bunch of other errands.

But only if she knew the contents of the locked notes.

“Typical,” Karin huffed, blowing her hair out of her face. Sasuke was the type of person that didn’t need a hint to remind him of his password.

She groaned and stretched out her arms on the table top. Next time she was bringing Tenten along.She was her impulse control. Then maybe she would be at home getting smooches and cuddles instead of babysitting a grown ass man.

No. She would have to drag him back to her place where he would be drooling on the comfy couch she and Tenten coerced a salesman to give them at a discount. And then she would be disgusted. So then she would have to draw on his stupid pretty face with a permanent marker.

In fact, perhaps she could get one from one of the waitresses...

“I got here as quickly as I could!”

A pink haired girl plopped down across from her in the booth and brushed Sasuke’s hair out of his face.

Pink.

Pink!

“Your hair. Is pink.” Karin’s jaw dropped in fascination. She squinted her eyes and then backed away with a soft, “whoaaa..”

“Oh wow, you are drunk.”

The girl that could only be Sakura waved over a waitress and ordered a tomato mozzarella panini and cheese fries and a strawberry milkshake.

“He’s going to be hungry when he wakes up,” Sakura explained. She grabbed some napkins and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Your boyfriend is a hot mess.”

“Well, he doesn’t usually get this drunk. He doesn’t usually drink enough to get drunk.” Sakura’s mouth quirked to the side as she watched Sasuke’s nose wrinkle up when she smoothed his hair away from his face again.

“I should have realized that when after his fourth shot he shouted something about his girlfriend being his impulse control and slammed three more before promptly passing out.”

“Why did you guys go out drinking like this?”

“Well we just finished a paper and this is the first semester we could actually all go to a bar since Sasuke just turned twenty-one. But tell me how you’re his impulse control. He never talks about you outside of the small updates about what he does on breaks and every weekend.”

“How are you this coherent?”

“Like I said, it’s a gift.” Karin propped her chin on her hands and leaned forward on her elbows. “But please tell me more about yourself and Sasuke. I would like to know some embarrassing things about him while you’re here and he can’t stop me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know all of Sasuke’s passwords?”

“We believe in trust in our relationship. Of course I know his passwords. We have nothing to hide from each other.”

Karin pulled out Sasuke’s phone and flipped it around to face Sakura.

“Then do you know the password to his locked notes?”

. .

“What are you doing?”

When Suigetsu returned to the diner━without Jūgo━Karin was scribbling on a napkin and the girl on Sasuke’s lockscreen was sitting across from her sipping at a milkshake. Sasuke was still passed out except now he was propped up against his girlfriend and drooling on her shoulder.

“We’ve tried like every possible password Sasuke could have used but we can’t unlock this folder of notes.”

Suigetsu looked at Sakura and then back at Karin. He looked at Sakura again for a full minute before holding out his hand.

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay but if we can’t figure it out how are you going━”

“Got it.”

Karin’s jaw dropped as Suigetsu slid the phone across the table. Where the gray lock screen was before was a picture of Sakura looking out a car window.

“What was it?” Sakura asked, eyebrows pulled down in frustration. She should have known him best.

“Bro code.”

“You still unlocked it, Sui.”

“Yeah but I’m not telling you what the password was.”

“Whatever.”

Karin started scrolling down and was confused the further she scrolled. They were all just normal candid photos of Sakura. Why would he━

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

All of the patrons of the diner turned to look at the source of the screaming. Karin shot them all a glare.

“What? What did you find?” Suigetsu attempted to grab the phone from her hand but she slapped his hand away.

“Not for your eyes!” She snapped at him.

Karin broke her glare to peek back down at the phone but then looked back up, her cheeks turning a blazing hot pink. She looked over at Sakura and shielded her eyes with a hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, handing the phone back to the source of her new discomfort. “The first set of pics looked so normal. I didn’t think he would have those.”

“Sasuke’s got nudes!” Suigetsu gasped, a giant grin spreading on his face. He pointed at Sakura and guffawed. “Her nudes!”

“Will you shut up!” Karin yanked on his shirt hard enough for him to fall into the booth. She looked over to Sakura who had gone paler than she already was.

Sasuke continued to snooze away on her shoulder despite all of the noise.

Karin hadn’t expected to meet so much of Sasuke’s girlfriend on their first meeting.

“I can show you my tits if that would make you feel better,” Karin offered.

“No thank you. I think I should just take you all home now.”

“Sui. Where’s Jūgo?”

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.”

[ohhkkaebsonggg]

Playtime » BamBam

→ Pairing: BamBam X Reader

→ Summary: BamBam and you had always done things to spice up your sex life. You found out some interesting things when you both started experimenting. Like that he hates teasing and likes being called daddy. 

❝You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?❞

❝ Did you just squirt?❞

❝ You wanted me to catch you didn’t you? Playing with yourself to turn me on?❞

→ Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

→ Warnings: Dom!BamBam, Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, masturbation, oral (receiving), overstimulation

→ Word Count: 3.7k 

"How long will you be gone?" You asked, sitting on the bed still dressed in your sleep attire. BamBam was packing his things to go to the dorm for a 'week' he said but usually a week to him is three.

"Don't worry princess, I'll be back before you know it." He said, still placing t-shirts into the suitcase while you sat there watching. You weren't good with distance and BamBam knew that.

You looked away knowing you’re probably going to cry and could already feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes. You would have to wake up and go to sleep without him next to you. BamBam took notice of how quiet you went and looked at you.

He saw how your hair covered your face and your head was turned away from his direction, knowing that you were going to cry which is what made his heart drop.

"Princess..." He trailed off, crouching in front of you and grabbing hold of your hands. You clenched your jaw, something you did when you were upset to try and stop your tears from flowing down your red cheeks.

"Hey, look at me." He said softly, you turned your head and looked down to meet his gaze. His soft eyes looking right into your watering ones. A tight feeling in your chest that made your stomach twist and turn.

"You're going to be okay, you can always come visit. Don't worry I'll be back in no time." He said stroking your cheeks softly and you nodded and your eyes began to return back to normal.

"Do you remember the rules?" He asked and you nodded your head, the list of rules for whenever he left stuck in your brain.

"Yes Daddy." You said softly, thinking back to last time you broke the rules.

"Tell Daddy what the rules are and what will happen if you break them." He ordered and you nodded, biting your lip before going to speak.

"Rule number one; I am not allowed to visit for sex. 

Rule number two; I am not allowed to touch myself, only Daddy can touch me. 

Rule number three; I am not allowed to drink, club or go out to parties without Daddy's permission. 

Rule number four; I must not lie to Daddy and answer honestly to all questions. 

And rule number five; I am not allowed to go into the playroom until Daddy comes home." 

The rules were simple. Don't do anything basically.

He leaned forward and kissed your lips, of course you tried to deepen it only for him to pull away and tusk at you, knowing he wouldn't leave on time if you both got into it right now. 

 "I promise we'll play when I come back. Until then wait princess and you'll be rewarded okay?" He said and you nodded, hands gripping your own thighs and digging your nails into them. Sex was constant with BamBam, especially playtime which is what you enjoyed the most. 

You had a playroom where there was a bed and many toys and things to try on you and even on him. But BamBam preferred to be dominant and have you be submissive to him. You weren't sure how you were going to go a day without an orgasm let alone a week. 

You watched your boyfriend finish packing before zipping up the black bag and pulling it off the bed and dragging it downstairs to sit by the door while waiting for the other members. You followed him and stood there, you hated goodbyes and you could tell he hated them too. 

 "Come here baby." He cooed, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his warm embrace. His lips pressing against your temple while his fingers ran through your hair. 

 "I know it's hard not seeing me everyday. But I promise I'll be back soon. And you can come by for a few hours don't forget. I won't be gone for longer than two weeks this time. I promise." He said pulling back and looking at you. Seeing your eyes red and teary again made it all so much harder for him to grab his bag and walk out the door. 

The sound of his phone ringing brought his eyes away from yours and to his hand where he read the caller ID and picked up. 

 "Hey, are you guys here already?" He asked hearing Mark's voice on the other end telling him he was outside. He put his phone back in his pocket after hanging up, looking down at you again. You knew that it seemed ridiculous, he was only going to be gone for two weeks tops.

It shouldn't be a big deal. But that's 14 days without him laying next to you and cuddling you, 14 days eating alone, 14 days showering or bathing alone. 14 days without one orgasm. 

It sounds stupid but it was serious to you. BamBam leaned down and kissed you once more, this time it more passionate as if it were the last time you would ever kiss him. 

Your hands wrapped around his neck and his on your waist pulling you into him. The sound of the van outside waiting brought him away from your lips and back into reality that he was leaving. 

"Remember the rules baby. I love you." He said pecking your lips once more.

"I love you too Daddy." You said pouting slightly as he grabbed his bag and walked out the door, you waved and stood outside and watched him wave back before climbing in and driving off. 

Watching the van disappear around the corner and off to the dorms. You sighed, turning around and going back inside. The house now quiet and boring. You glanced at the clock and looked at the time. It was five to two. 

If BamBam were still here playtime would be in ten minutes but he would shorten it to five if you were a good girl. 

"What to do. What to do. What to do. What to do." You continued to repeat this phrase to yourself over and over again while swinging your arms around like a child. You looked over into the living room and decided to watch some TV for a few hours before making dinner. 

Well actually instead of making dinner you were most likely just going to order pizza because BamBam used to make dinner. You weren't exactly the best when it came to cooking. You have had countless times where you've almost burnt down the house. 

You dropped yourself down on the couch and grabbed the controller, pressing the red button to turn it on before switching between channels. Some of them with the news, some with cartoons and some just regular TV shows. 

You just put it on some random channel and propped your elbow up so you could lean your head in your hand. Watching the screen as some comedy show played, you laughing at a few jokes here and there. 

Time flew by fast for you, maybe because you fell asleep. A habit you had when watching TV, even with BamBam when he wanted to watch a movie or show with you. You woke up and saw that it was pitch black out the window, knowing that it was probably around six and glanced over at the time. 

7:16pm it read, you sighed and got up. Reaching for your phone and dialing the pizza number. 

"Hi this is Han Im's pizza, you're speaking with Mikki. Would you like to try our special deal 2 for 15,000 won?" She asked and you sighed and said no to the offer. 

"Can I please order a f/p with a 1.25 liter cola please?" You asked as the girl on the other end wrote down your order on her little note pad. 

"Okay, is that pick-up or delivery?" She asked and you bit your lip. Not exactly good with personal contact but decided it was better for them to come here. 

"Uh delivery please." You said and heard her mumble the word as she wrote it down. 

"Okay, and your address?" She asked, you felt your cheeks heat up for some reason. Scared like you were giving your address to some random stranger and in a way you were. 

"Uh y/a." You answered and she wrote it down before handing the piece of paper to the people who would be taking care of making an delivering your pizza. 

"Okay your order will take 25 minutes tops to arrive. Thank you for calling--" and you hung up. You didn't care if it made you seem like a rude customer but you couldn't stay on the phone much longer otherwise you would burst. 

 You went and sat back down on the couch. BamBam only left about 5 hours ago and you already missed him so much. You continued to watch whatever was on TV while going through social media and liking a bunch of posts. 

You came across a post from BamBam on Instagram of him and the guys all smiling and taking a group selca. The caption: 

'Back with the weirdos, hope you all are ready for our comeback!' 

You couldn't help but read the comments of many girls using heart eyes and love heart emojis. 

Some saying 'I love you Youngjae' some saying 'I want to fuck Jackson' and some even saying 'BamBam my daddy.' The comments that they made about BamBam never really bothered you, you knew he loved you and only knew and what they were saying wasn't ever false. 

BamBam is Daddy, but not theirs. He was your Daddy. When you first started dating him you didn't like the way his fans would comment such things about him but over time you got used to it all and just accepted that some people were like that. 

You jumped when you heard a knock on your door, the sound bringing you out of your thoughts and towards the door to be greeted with the girl and a name tag 'Sooi' on it. 

"That comes to 10,000 won." She said as you grabbed your wallet sitting on the table by the door and handed her the money in exchange for the f/p pizza and bottle of cola. After saying bye and closing the door you turned around and headed back for the couch. 

Opening the box up and seeing seem roll off it before grabbing a slice and bringing it to your lips. It had been a while since you had pizza, a year and a half to be exact. God how you missed the taste. 

 The pizza box was empty, the bottle of cola half full still and you were once again in a deep sleep. 

This time your dream more intense and involving BamBam between your legs. You woke up just before the good part and found yourself hot and flustered. No this wasn't the first time you've had a wet dream about your lover but usually BamBam took care of your needs. 

God you wanted to reach down there and just play with yourself but you weren't allowed to do that. It was against the rules. If you did you'll be punished and punished usually meant spanking and no orgasms for a week when he comes back. Just a lot of teasing. 

You had been such a good girl lately for your Daddy and the last thing you wanted to do was put him in a bad mood with you. 

It has been a week, a week without him. Every day you grew hornier but always slept it off. For reason you would always just wake up even more horny. 

You couldn't take it anymore, getting up from the couch and opening the door to the play room. A rule broken, you walked towards the toy box and pulled out a vibrator. Another rule broken. 

And you knew you could never tell Daddy this. Another rule broken. If he found out that would be thirty spanks. Ten for each rule. You walked out of the play room and into the bed room, kicking off your leggings and underwear. 

Laying down on the soft mattress with your legs spread and slightly bent. You ran a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were before grabbing the vibrator and turning it on to medium. 

 You placed it to your clit, the sudden feeling causing your hips to buck and your back to arch slightly and a small yelp to leave your lips. 

"Oh fuck." You hummed, moving it in circular motions around your clit. It hitting all the right places where you liked it. You didn't even hear the front door open and close nor even hear BamBam come into the room at all. 

You were so caught up in chasing your high. You were close to, switching it to the highest setting and letting our loud cries now as your hips began bucking into nothing and your legs began to shake slightly. 

"You just couldn't wait could you princess?" The voice was dark and cold, you swear you felt your heart stop as heat ran to your cheeks. Your eyes open and the vibrator now away from your dripping pussy as you laid there. 

Praying you heard his voice in your head but when you looked over at the door and locked eyes with him you knew this was real. His eyes were dark and his hands were stuffed away into the pockets of his very tight jeans. 

"Daddy I'm--" You tried to speak as he began slowly walking over to the bed and he cut off your sentence with his own cold one. 

"You wanted me to catch you didn't you? Playing with yourself to turn me on?" His voice was very husky and you could feel yourself getting wetter at every word that left his lips. 

"Do you not respect Daddy enough to follow the rules?" He asked and you shook your head quickly. 

"I do Daddy it's just--" He placed a finger to your lips to cut you off once again. Your back-chatting was going to be added to your punishment list now. There were rules for when it was play time and back-chatting was one of them. 

He was suddenly pushing your legs apart and looking up at you with dark eyes. You looked down at him with flushed cheeks and your chest falling and rising quickly. 

"Do you want Daddy to taste you princess?" He asked and you nodded, bucking your hips towards his mouth to get him to hurry up and make you cum already. He chuckled before moving away, an annoyed look on your face and before you knew it he was pulling you over his lap and delivering your first hard spank. 

You yelped, almost forgetting the feeling of his hand colliding with your ass. 

"One. Thank you Daddy." You said, knowing if you broke any more rules he would be spanking you all night. 

"You've always been a dirty slut haven't you?" He asked, slapping his hand against the flesh on your behind again. 

"Yes. Two. Thank you Daddy." He continued to deliver spanks to your cheeks. Making sure to give both his attention and making sure both were left red and sore. That was your punishment. In total he gave you thirty-five. 

"Now lay back." He demanded, you crawled off him and laid back down in the position you were before. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, his breath fanning over your pussy causing you to lace your fingers through his hair. 

"Beg for it kitten." He said looking up at you, his face only centimeters away. 

"Please Daddy, I want your lips. I want your tongue fucking my little hole. I want to cum all over your tongue then ride you cock nice and hard." You whined and that was what he needed to hear. He didn't even bother with teasing, pushing his face right into you and licking up the arousal that dropped from you. 

He placed his hand so his palm rested just below your pubic bone so he could use his fingers to spread your lips and flick your clit at a fast pace. Moans and whimpers falling from your lips and you pushed him into you more, trying to get him to do what you love best, tongue fuck you.

Something you found to do good, mainly because it made you cum fast and that's what you needed right now. He got the hint and slipped his tongue into your entrance, still holding your lips open as he rubbed at your clit slowly while pushing his tongue in and out of you. 

Your legs were shaking once again, you knew he would pull back any second though just to be a tease. But he didn't? Instead he continued, your breath caught in your throat, a choked whine leaving your lips and your fingers gripping his locks and pulling hard as you came all over his tongue. 

He continued even after your first orgasm, knowing you secretly loved the feeling of overstimulation. 

"Oh god." You let out a shaky breath as you continued to tug at his roots and began kicking your legs to tried and get away. He pulled back, a smirk on his face as he kicked off his jeans and boxers quickly and turned you over. 

"On your hands and knees now kitten." He ordered, and you quickly complied. Knowing he was going to fuck you hard and good, cum inside you like you wanted. There you were, on your hands and knees, as shaking for him to fuck you and your pussy red and on display for him. 

He placed his tip at your entrance, feeling your arousal fall quickly onto him. He didn't even give any warning before slamming himself inside you. The feeling causing you to wince slightly but moan at the same time. He began to thrust his hips hard and fast, making sure he was hitting the right spot for you both. 

His hips snapping and hitting your ass as he gripped the flesh on your sides tight. Not only thrusting into you but pushing your hips into him, the two meeting each other with each thrust. 

"Fuck! Oh my god Daddy." You said as his tip pressed against your g-spot, he made sure to try and hit that spot as much as he could, and he was doing a good job at it. His fingers dig into your skin more harshly now and he was thrusting as fast as he could. 

Your walls clenching and your new arousal causing him to be able to slip in and out quicker now. 

"Fuck I'm going to--" You tried to speak but were cut off when you came, BamBam still thrusting into you and finding his own orgasm. His hips snapping once more into you before stopping completely and sighing. 

The choked groan he let out was so beautiful in your ears and oh lived hearing the noise fall from his lips. 

"What a good little girl you've been so far. But that still doesn't mean you're off the hook kitten." He pulled out and you were confused. You took your punishment, he gave you thirty-five spanks isn't that enough? 

"You missed me that much you went into the playroom without permission, grabbed and vibrator and played with yourself with out permission." He said and you didn't move or say anything. Knowing he might give you more spankings if you did. 

"You want to cum so badly?" He asked and then you heard it. The same buzzing noise of the pink vibrator you used before being turned on to the medium setting.  

"So be it." And that's when you yelped, he placed it directly to your clit causing you to jump slightly at the contact. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried moving back and forth to find the spot you wanted for it to sit at. But he held you still. 

"You're so beautiful baby, but a naughty girl too." He said turning it up to the highest setting. You let out a loud moan, head thrown back and your legs once again shaking with another orgasm coming along. 

"You're going to cum again? So soon?" You didn't even bite back or anything, instead you cried out and came. Your juices slipping out of your holes and coating your lips so easily. He didn't stop, turn it off or pull the toy away. 

"Stop, please stop I can't." You pleaded, this time the overstimulation painful and you could feel that same feeling you have with each organs except this time ten times stronger. You were almost screaming, hands gripping the sheets as tight as they can. 

Your knuckles white as your new juices coated the toy and his hand. You had made a mess, this wasn't the first time and you knew this wouldn't be the last. 

"Did you just squirt?" He asked, you bit down on your lip and let out a sigh of relief when he pulled the toy away from you and you fell onto the mattress. Your legs still slightly shaking and your body relieved from the sexual frustration. 

"Kitten I let you cum three time but I never gave you permission to squirt." He said darkly, you clamped your legs shut, knowing you can't take anymore now. You were too sore and worn out that you couldn't do anything else. 

"But...you have been such a good girl and managed to hold out for a week. Which was better than last time. So, I'll let it slide just this once baby girl." He said, his face softening as he laid down next to you and pulled you into him more. 

"You did so well for Daddy tonight baby. I missed you so much." He whispered, kissing your temple. 

"I missed you too. I don't like it when you go away. It's so quiet and I feel so alone." You said, your tone sounding sadder than you intended. 

"I know baby, but don't worry. I won't be going anywhere too soon." He said before he began to pepper your face with kisses causing you to giggle.

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