#sorry this is rushed i wrote it at work between meetings lol

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Okay silliness aside… I love to think of the raw ANGST of TNV-Leo meeting @intotheelliwoods ‘s Poptart and Sprout.

Have a few little headcanons below but they’re a little Spoopy so proceed with caution

(cw for blood, self-harm, a little bit of body horror and Leo being a smug jerk)

For a darker take on TNV-Leo’s reaction to meeting the 2AL Leo and Future Leo… I’d imagine TNV-Leo would be very, very, very envious.

He’d be absolutely sick with jealousy. All he’d be able to think about was the fact that they got out. They succeeded when he couldn’t. Even Sprout, even though he came from the bad future, he was a leader everyone relied on. He was responsible. Strong. Unlike TNV-Leo.

And if Poptart and Sprout had a violent/terrified reaction to his Krang parasite, TNV-Leo would get great satisfaction out of it. A petty sense of revenge. Much like a sibling getting back at another for something silly. (At least, that’s how TNV Leo would feel about it— he wasn’t totally malicious, but he also doesn’t grasp the scope of just how scary this reveal was.)

And with TNV-Leo’s messed-up-noodle, it would be hard for him to register that they were real. That they were their own selves from another universe rather than a hallucination like he thought they were—

Perhaps it was out of sense of spite. Perhaps it was out of a sense of wanting what they had. Or simply wanting to feel like he belonged too—

But I could see him making a spectacle of cutting off his arm (like in that one chapter). Slicing it off with his Krang tail, cheekily commenting that now they all ‘matched’ 🩵

[samkerrworshipper]

Sam/Kristie request where Kristie is overly anxious about meeting Sam’s family for the first time in Australia? With Sam sweetly reassuring her that she has nothing to worry about ofc ☺️

pinky promise?

sam kerr x kristie mewis

no warnings just anxiety and fluffiness with a supportive gf sam kerr

lol wrote this instead of cramming for my exam tomorrow so pray for meeeee xoxo

“Kris, open up, please.”

I tried to block out Sam’s voice, tried my hardest to ignore it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do this, I just couldn’t.

“Kristie, my love, open up.”

I couldn’t move, my whole body paralysed by the overwhelming fear that I was feeling at the moment. I’d been going alright, gotten up this morning, eaten breakfast with Sam and gotten changed and ready to go meet her parents for the first time, and just as I’d been putting my mask on and picking up my things to leave the house it had all come crashing down on me. Sam had seen me in an array of states, panic attacks, mental breakdowns, she’d seen it all but this had come out of nowhere. She’d been picking up her car keys when I rushed from the door of our hotel room, running directly into the bathroom and locking the door behind me.

That was what had gotten me here, sitting on the floor of a fucking hotel bathroom, trying my hardest to calm my breathing, willing the tears that were flowing freely down my face to just fuck off. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, I had promised myself that I would be good for Sam, knowing how long she’d waited for this moment, it meant so much to her and I couldn’t bear to wreck it for her, but here I was, doing exactly that.

I heard the door click from behind me and open up, I hid my head very quickly in the shoulder of my jumper, not really caring that I knew I was going to now have to get changed all over again to take of what was now most likely a tear stained jumper, that belonged to Sam.

I could hear her footsteps cautiously getting closer to me, she was clearly a little bit unsure of how to approach this situation, but she also wasn’t a person who hid from confrontation, she faced it head on and I knew she’d do the same with this.

“Kristie, babe, look at me.”

I lifted my heavy head out of my shoulder, looking at the feet of my girlfriend who was standing about two metres away from me.

“Can I come sit down with you?”

Her voice was so calm but also so sure, there was absolutely zero room for confusion in her voice, she knew what she was doing, knew how to communicate with me.

I nodded and watched through bleary ears as the feet approached me and then slid down on the ground next to me, finding themselves next to my own.

Sam didn’t make any contact with me, besides our shoulders being beside each other and that was enough for me, just her presence was enough for me.

“Deep breaths honey, work on your breathing for me.”

I nodded into my own body, obeying Sam’s order and focusing on my breathing, slowly getting it to stabilise. My sobs slowly simmered down to silent crying, fat, wet, warm teards dripping down my eyelashes and onto my face, my face that I’d made look just right for Sam’s parents, everything had to be perfect.

“Good Kristie, you’re doing so well for me.”

Only once I’d calmed down did she initiate contact, very gently draping a arm over my shoulders, bringing my head that I’d tucked into my own body into hers.

“M’ sorry.”

Sam shook her head, one of her hands finding its way to my scalp and gently worming its way between the tresses and piecing their ways through the strands. Her other hand fell to one of my own, tracing little patterns into the sin along the back of my palm.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, how are you feeling?”

I brought my free hand up to my mouth, picking anxiously at my nails.

“I’m fine.”

Sam’s own hand came up to the one at my mouth, tugging it away back to my lap and then going back to her previous ministrations.

“You don’t have to do that with me.”

I bit down on my lip, I loved Sam, with everything I had. I loved how much she cared for me, but it didn’t make it any easier for me to talk about my feelings with her, even though I knew she would never judge me, she was the kind of human who accepted you no matter what and it was what I admired in her more than anything else.

“Do what?”

Sam’s hands continued their motions, slowly forcing me to relax a little bit more, my tense body slowly but surely giving in to her actions.

“Act like everything is alright in front of me, it’s very clearly not and it doesn’t have to be. Tell me about it.”

I cocked my head to the side, unsure about how to talk to Sam about this. She’d seen me mid panic attack, seen my at my worst but we’d never really talked about it, she’d helped me come down from it, let me vent to her whatever I felt like in the moment and then helped me book an appointment with my therapist for the first thing the next day, she’d never taken up the role of therapist, we’d never blurred those lines.

“Your parents.”

Sam’s eyebrow curled up at me, silently asking for me to explain.

“We were going to see them?”

I nodded furiously at her and I knew she was trying so hard to understand the source of my anxiety but she was clearly struggling with the lack of context.

“Kris, honey, I’m going to need a little bit more than that.”

I took a deep breath, tears were still dripping down my face but they were coming to a slow and felt less heavy against my cheeks.

“I’m meeting them for the first time and what if they think I’m not good enough, or that I’m not good for you? What if they hate me and they want nothing to do with me?”

Sam exhaled deeply, I could feel her breathing below my head, her chest moving up and down with every single breath that left her lungs.

“Kris, we’ve talked to them hundreds of times over skype, they love you, they are going to love you.”

She was right, we had talked to them plenty on the phone and skype, but it wasn’t the same, not to me at least.

“You don’t know that, what if they don’t? What if they hate me and then you hate me and we can’t be together anymore, you’ll have to break up with me and I can’t do that again, I can’t go through what happened with Rach, I can’t do it again.”

Sam nodded at my words, clearly taking it all in and trying to make sense of it all.

“Kristie, I’m not going to break up with you, I pinky swear, regardless of what my parents think. They are going to love you, I’m sure of it, but if they don’t then that’s okay, that’s their fault for not seeing everything that I see in you. You are so incredibly perfect and if they don’t love you as much as I do then that’s their own problem, they’re missing out. That’s not going to happen though, they are going to love you just as much as I do.”

I wanted to believe her, but my thoughts betrayed me and it sucked, because I wanted to believe her words but for some reason I just couldn’t manage to convince my brain that what she was telling me was the truth, apparently Sam noticed though.

“Kristie, have I ever lied to you?”

“You told me that you had a pet kangaroo when you were a kid.”

Sam snickered at my reply, but very quickly recovered.

“Have I ever lied to you about anything serious?”

I thought about it for a few seconds, sifting through my brain to try and find an instance that would apply.

“No.”

Sam nodded at my response.

“Exactly, so why would I lie to you about this?”

All of a sudden I felt the damn break and I was a blubbering mess, throwing myself into Sam’s arms and sobbing directly into her jumper.

“What if I’m not enough for them or you? What if I can’t be perfect or right for them and they think I’m bad for you? What if they think that you are too good for me, your fucking perfect at everything and I’m not and what if they see that?”

Sam’s hands were now on my back, rubbing big circles into my back. She was cooing at me, like you did to a baby and I hated it but it felt so good.

“Kristie Anne, nobody is perfect. I’m certainly not and you don’t have to be. You are enough, you are everything I ever want or need. You aren’t bad for me, they think you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Nobody is perfect, my parents aren’t and neither am I. They don’t expect you to be perfect and you know that I don’t, so don’t worry about it, or try not to worry about it. Kris, if you really don’t want to go see them we don’t have to, I’ll tell them that we’re feeling sick of something, but I think we should, I think that you need to overcome this fear and just bite it in the ass by meeting them, because I can guarantee that it’s going to be nowhere near as bad as what you are making it out to be.”

I was clinging onto Sam’s sweatshirt with all of my life.

“Promise?”

She nudged my head out of her sweatshirt, so I was forced to look at her eye to eye.

“I pinky promise.”

I rolled my eyes at her, and she smiled back at my normal annoyance at her childish actions.

“C’mon, let’s go, we’re late for brunch.”

I looked down at Sam’s phone, which was resting in her lap and realised she was right, we were running ten minutes late, which in perspective wasn’t that bad considering that I felt like I’d been sitting on the ensuite floor for four hours.

“Pinky Promise that if they hate me you won’t break up with me?”

Sam nodded at me, smiling and squishing my face reassuringly.

“I pinky promise.”

[thedoover-if]

mc slurring to our bartender ro "I hope I never fall in love again" looking down their glass with a bittersweet smile. crushing!bartender please!!! for the angst

thank you for this great prompt i LOVE it (also ive read through some mail and youre all SO creative im literally writing everything down LOL very great minds in here!!!!!)

ill put it under the cut cause its a little lengthy and i dont want it to clog your feeds (hope it makes sense LOL kinda wrote it in a rush so might be a little bad sorry)

Even through all the flashing lights and turmoil, you can’t help but feel, in this very moment, it’s just the two of you – the only thing standing in your way the glossy bar counter. Right now, you can’t see yourself reflected in those coffee-stained eyes, instead they’re all the way down to the left, focused on some drunken guy barely able to string together coherent words, let alone sit without sliding straight form their stool. They’ve been at it for a while; [redacted] refuses to supply any more drinks but the guy won’t have it. Suddenly, [redacted]’s tattooed arm slams onto the counter, shot glass in hand, whilst taunting the guy to take it, if he so desperately wants to. A few heads turn to see what the commotion is about, and you can’t help but lean in too, curious to watch the scene unfold. Yet, just before the drunk blondie gets the chance to grab onto the drink, [redacted]’s head falls backwards, emptying its contents in one quick swig.  Then two security guards engulf the skinny man, easily lifting him into the air, before dragging him through the crowd, until all that’s left of the guy’s the continuous swears hurled at [redacted]. “Yeah, fuck off,” [redacted] shouts back, whilst making their way back in your direction. At the flick of a switch their eyebrows relax, allowing the delicate skin between to fall smooth again – no more creases. And once they’re leaning onto the counter, face only inches away from yours, their entire façade has completely changed – a lazy smile rests on their slightly wet lips now. You wonder: if you were throw all worry out the window and breach this minor gap right now, would faint hints of vodka accompany the intimate embrace? But before you can even imagine the sensation, their velvety voice spills into your eardrums, sending waves of electricity through your entire body. “Hey,” they smile lazily, nodding their head onto the drink now set in front of you, “your favourite, right? To cheer you up.” It’s like you have no control – just like that, you’re sat smiling like a fool, eyes falling on everything but the person mere inches away from your face.  Maybe you shouldn’t have downed the two drinks earlier in one-go… “You shouldn’t have,” you say, gently knocking your fist into their exposed shoulder, whilst at the same time trying to decrease the intensity of the grin causing a slight ache in your cheeks. “For you? Always.” You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol currently setting your entire internal system ablaze, or if it’s simply your friend’s unwavering gaze. But it’s too much, so you just tilt your head down and pull the straw to your lips. “I hope I never fall in love again,” you slur before the sugary contents of the drink flood your entire mouth. However, that sensation doesn’t last for long, when a heat suddenly caresses your lower jaw, forcing you to meet that penetrating chocolate gaze again. “That’s bullshit and you know it.” For a moment, you just allow the warmth to set alight every single nerve on your skin, as their finger rubs circles on your chin. “[redacted]! You better stop flirting and start working!” someone calls, instantly shattering the moment. Then you’re back to the beginning – they’re attending to whatever new person, while you’re sat here, watching. 

[bobmckenzie]

✊🏽 ! 💕💕

✊🏽💕 protecting + kisses

hi Kit! thanks so much for the prompt! :D I hope what I wrote technically falls under "protecting" lol, I couldn't get this idea off my mind!

"Who you waving to, McKenzie? That your girlfriend up there?” Parsons glanced at where Caitie was sitting in the stands of the hockey rink and scrunched his nose up in a grimace. “Woof."

It was typical hockey trash talk. Bob knew it was goading—it was almost the end of the last quarter and Vinny Parsons wasn't above stooping low to try to break a tie.

Knowing that didn't stop Bob from lunging at Parsons, swinging a gloved fist and taking a punch in return before teammates from both sides skated over to join the squabble. Refs quickly had them apart, had Bob sitting in the penalty box with a bleeding cut above his eye for the rest of the game—which thankfully, the Flesheaters won.

He tells Doug all about it in the locker room as they get changed and stuff their gear into their lockers and equipment bags. When the brothers come out, Caitie’s already waiting for them, leaning against the wall. Her eyes go wide as soon as they meet Bob’s.

“Oh, God.” She rushes over, pushes back his messy post-shower hair with her hand to get a better look at the cut. It’s stopped bleeding, but still looks red and angry against his skin. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

The concern makes him flush, fills him with gratitude. He laughs a little, takes her hand in his and goes on his tiptoes to place a quick kiss on her lips. “I’m fine, eh,” he says as the three of them start towards the exit. 

“What happened?” she asks, amusement joining the worry in her voice. “I mean, one second you were waving at me, I blinked, and you were swinging at him.”

“It was just…” Bob raises a shoulder, adjusting his equipment bag. The last thing he’s about to do is tell her what Parson’s said—it’d only hurt her feelings. “Just Parsons bein’ a tweezot. Sayin’ I can’t skate.”

“Oh, take off,” Doug interjects. Bob shoots him a shut up look, but he just rolls his eyes. “He was stickin’ up for you, eh.”

Caitie stops walking, but keeps her hold on his hand. As the guys stop too, her eyes look between them, searching for the truth. “What?”

Bob sighs. “He… He said somethin’ real stupid about you—he was just tryin’ to get me worked up.”

Doug snorts. “I’d say he did, like, a pretty good job.”

“Take off.”

“You fought him… for me?” Caitie’s voice is softer now, less amused. He prays she won't ask for specifics.

He nods, looking up at her with apologetic eyes. “Sorry for lyin’. Just didn’t want you to be bothered with it, you know?”

Slowly, she breaks into a smile, cups his face with her free hand and pulls him into a soft kiss. “My hero,” she murmurs against his lips before kissing him again.

Doug makes a noise of disgust. “Get a room, eh.”

She pulls away to shoot him a look, and wraps her arm around Bob’s shoulders as they continue down the hall to the double doors. With Doug's back to them, she leans over to plant a feather-light kiss next to Bob’s cut.

He smiles, looking up at her with all the affection in the world. “Thanks, Doc. Feels better already.”

[theunrealinsomniac]

i need to bring you a complex question that could require a very long answer so if you cant answer any time soon thats completely fine but i was wondering, as a writer (who doesnt write romance poorly like.... someone else......) how would have you wrote narusaku after the confession scene? considering all the stuff that come next are mostly bullshit.

how would you rewrite it so it becomes a canon couple?

i hope its not too bothersome to answer

thank you!

Ooo, that's a BIG question lol.

Imma level with you, this is probably gonna be more vague feelings and hypotheticals rather than an actual plotline lol.

By that point canon has already started to get real squirrelly and I'm just ... not here for it.

BUT.

What I would do, would be have them get to a logical kind of rest point, whether that's after the end of the war stuff or if there's a moment of peace between all the insanity ... my memory fails me, but I think it was kinda non-stop from the Kage Summit on really lol, and that is where I'd start getting to work.

I'd have Naruto be ... distant. I'd have him be hurt and confused about what happened with the confession. I'd have it sit with him in his quiet moments and make him hope for just a little bit ... that Sakura hadn't actually been lying.

And he would kick himself for not allowing himself to believe.

Sakura conversely would be having her own little breakdown. Over how Naruto has been distant since, how she's clearly hurt him, the guilt would break her if you ask me, and then the most earth-shattering part of the whole thing?

She would be losing her mind over the fact that SHE WAS NOT LYING.

Can you imagine the angst this would cause? The sheer breadth of emotion we could have with these two extremely loving characters just feeling.

Now if it's me, this feeling would linger for years, they'd both go through relationships and break ups, they'd make up quickly and pretend like they hadn't both been hurt, and then it would come to a boil in a dramatic confession and just all the sex.

You know, my bread and butter.

But if we're keeping it in the context of the canon timescale?

I think it would all come to a head during the big climactic battle. But with little things building it up.

Naruto, despite the pain, standing up for Sakura against Sasuke's attempts to sideline her. Sakura realising that the pain in Naruto's eyes hurts far, far more than Sasuke's dismissal of her.

I would have had Sakura trying to get Naruto alone the entire time, and him always having a perfectly valid excuse not to be there. War meetings, training to do, gotta bond with Kurama, sorry Sakura-chan!

Sakura losing her mind to Ino about everything and getting some very much needed advice from her friend about her feelings for Naruto etc etc etc.

And then we get to the point where Naruto and Sasuke are fighting each other. Sakura makes a beeline for them ... only, it's not them she's going to. It's him.

It's Naruto.

To help him, to protect him, to kill Sasuke for daring to try and kill the most wonderful man to ever breathe air if she must, to *die* instead of him if she must.

And when she does finally catch up and Naruto is standing over Sasuke's defeated, but definitely alive, body, she rushes Naruto.

Her arms around his neck, her body crashing into his and her lips on his in absolute relief before he can even gasp out a 'Sakura-chan?'

And it gets immediately awkward cos well ... Naruto is kinda bleeding and Sasuke is *really* bleeding, and she goes into medic mode immediately and it's not until they're back in Konoha that Naruto and Sakura are alone again.

In Naruto's hospital room. With him looking intently at her as she watches, almost afraid to breathe, as he asks the simplest and scariest question he could have ever asked her.

'Me?'

He doesn't need to elaborate, Sakura knows what the unspoken words are. The quiet, gentle hope in his voice screaming volumes.

You choose me? It's not just me in this? You love me?

'Yes,' she says, tears already filling her eyes as his smile lights up the universe and his hands are gracing her cheek and neck.

'You.'

I choose you. I'm in this with you.

I love you.

And they don't stop kissing til Tsunade comes to interrupt them and gets chewed out by both knuckleheads for ruining the moment lol.

That, would be how I'd do it in the constraints of canon's timeline lol.

Hope you liked it lol.

[laughing-with-god]

The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

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Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note:  So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next.  The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life.  Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ.  Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol.  This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments.  Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads​ once again for creating the cover art for this fic.  They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop​! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic.  They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar.  They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while.  I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.  

[carmillas-vampiric-rage]

Modern!Silco x Reader, two single parents...

Silco x Biracial Female!Reader.

Warnings: None. Unless you count Reader getting scared shitless by Silco's voice, then yeah. Also pretend I know how PTA meetings work I'm not a parent, and this is a drabble I'll Google it later lmao.

Fatherhood slapped this man in thee face like YEET YOU ARE NOW A FATHER!!!

Got this idea from a @sweatandwoe ask about Modern!Silco dating or loitering and hunting for single moms in the store, and I just got inspired!! This is just a drabble for now but I'm planning to go back to this and make it a full story with chapters and shit, but I gotta focus on one full story at a time lol. Stuff is also subject to change so...

I'm kinda happy with this, it's cute omg.

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"I swear to god Juru, if you don't stop running around-" your half hearted threat didn't do much as your son dashed around the pizza isle, his princess doll in hand as he made her fly around the cheese pizzas. You were debating between thin or thick crust, and also trying to respond to a text at the same time, another parent teacher meeting was coming up, it felt like you'd just had the last one.

"You don't know what fun is, mom." He said as he continued to run.

"You're not gonna be having much fun once you run into a freezer door, dear." You said half distracted as you wrote out your already too long text message.

Juru only laughed as he continued to run about making a woosh sound as he brought his doll into a nose dive.

You sent the text and were now reading it over, wishing you'd clarified a few things, texting really was just as much of a nightmare as calling. Your eyes then flicked to the freezer of pizzas and you still weren't any closer to deciding then you were a minute ago.

"Ru, what kind of pizza do you want?" You asked without turning.

A loud cry then the scrape of someone falling onto the ground made you turn. Juru stood over the fallen girl, his doll still in his hand.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't see you." He began. "I'm sorry I'm sorry, are you okay?"

You rushed over, putting a hand on your son's shoulder as you looked down at the girl.

"Are you okay, sweetie, I'm so sorry, I told him to stop running around." You gave Jaru a playful glare and he immediately started smiling. The girl, who didn't look upset in the slightest, only shrugged. "I've been pushed a lot harder by my dad's second in command." The girl said as she brought herself to her feet. You let out a surprised laugh. "Well I'm glad your okay, again I'm sorry." You said.

The girl smiled at you, strands of her long blue hair in her face, she seemed to have been running around too. "Oh it's okay, it was an accident." She looked at Juru. "Don't feel bad." "Okay" Juru responded shyly.

"I came to get some pizzas, my dad and his workers eat like a lot." She said running over to one of the freezer doors. "We're getting some too." Juru said as he ran up next to her. "But it's hard to decide."

Your phone dinged and you took it out again.

"I know, there's so many choices, and it makes it more complicated when you have to decide thin or thick crust."

Juru nodded. "Decisions decisions."

The girl thought for a moment before speaking excitedly. "I got it, we got thin crust last time, so we'll get thick crust this time, you should do the same!"

"Okay!" Juru agreed, then he turned to you. "Mom, we're getting thick crust!"

"Alright, dear." You said, mostly distracted as you looked at your phone.

The girl opened the door and began to take stacks of pizzas out. Juru looked at her in total shock. "Woah, how many people you feeding?" He asked.

The girl sighed dramatically. "Oh a lot, my dad has at least a billion workers."

"Woah..." Juru exclaimed.

She looked at him over her stack of pizzas. "How many will you be getting?"

"Oh probably only like three or four, maybe five if I'm lucky, it's just me and my mom though, my mom doesn't have a billion workers."

"I see, oh by the way, I'm Jinx, it was nice bumping into you." She said cheekily, smiling wildly.

"I'm Juru, that's my mom," he motioned to you, still distracted on your phone. "It was nice meeting you too." He looked at all the pizzas she held. "You sure you can carry all those."

Jinx scoffed. "Oh for sure, plus my dad and Sevika shouldn't be that far away."

"Who's Sevika?" Juru asked.

Jinx rolled her eyes. "My dad's second in command, she's the worst!!"

"Ohhhh..." Juru responded with wide eyes. You didn't have a second in command, he noted.

You sent the final text and vowed to put your phone on do not disturb for the foreseeable future. Putting your phone back in your purse, you almost jumped out of your skin at the voice behind you.

"Jinx..." The low voice called from behind. You turned around quickly, a man, in a very fancy coat -you noted- stood at the start of the isle, a tall woman stood next to him, her eyes narrowed and looking quite grumpy.

You turned back to your son and Jinx, who both peered around, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh as the girl peered around her large stack of pizzas.

"Oh, I got to go, that's my dad and Sevika, see you around Juru!" She called as she literally sprinted with the stack of pizzas toward her father.

"Byeeeee!" Juru called back.

"Bye Juru's mom!" Jinx said to you as she passed. You laughed again. "Goodbye."

Juru immediately turned around and began taking stacks of pizza out of the freezer.

You watched for a moment as the girl ran up to her father and the woman, explaining excitedly what had just happened. Her father listened intently, as the woman took the stacks of pizza and put them in the cart.

"...And then he ran into me and I fell," Jinx laughed. "he felt so bad." You heard her say. Her father looked up, his eye meeting yours, as you noticed he wore an eye patch, it was covered in bright scribbled colors and you just knew his daughter had done that. You smiled awkwardly as you turned back to your son.

"What are you doing?" You laughed, as Juru held a stack of pizzas.

"Well, you never know when you'll need to feed a billion workers and a second in command." He said.

"What?" You laughed.

"What Jinx said, it really spoke to me." He glanced at her to emphasize his point and you turned again as you spotted the trio walking away.

"Jinx, how many times do I say bring the cart with you when you go get things, you're gonna drop everything one of these days." Her father said as they walked away.

"I can handle it!" Jinx argued.

"Well I'm sure we only need like five" you said gently, turning back to Juru and beginning to take half the stack of pizzas and returning them back to the freezer.

"Awwwww." Juru whined. As he slumped to the cart and put the measly five pizzas in.

You laughed again. "We'll get enough for our army next time." You agreed.

"Yes!!!" Juru explained, jumping up. You brushed your hand over his head and shook yours. What was this boy of yours even talking about?

[chloe-skywalker]

Like Or Bond - Bruce Banner ft. Natasha Romanoff

(Part 2/4)

Bruce x daughter reader

Natasha x fem!reader

Peter x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,219

Summary: Bruce meets his daughter, plus you get to see some of the relationship between Peter and Y/n.

Requested: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Bruce Banner daughter reader fic where she is a teenager and he didn’t know about her and when they meet eachother him and Nat like her but she ends up bonding with Nat and they become like a family? Sorry if thats long or too complicated. Thank you! - @Anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting this! It wasn’t to long or complicated. It was nice to know how you wanted it to go. I know I wrote it in a way when you’re going to read this might not be expecting but I liked that it came out unlike what you’d probably see many imagines with the same for this request. I enjoyed writing it. I made it into 4 parts cause I kept adding and adding so it just kept going lol.

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“You excited today Bruce.” Tony asked clapping his hand together as Bruce entered the kitchen.

“Why would I be excited?” Banner asked

“Today’s the day your daughter comes to the tower.” Steve filled him in as the two sat down to eat lunch.

“It is?” Bruce asked looking around for confirmation.

“Yup” Tony smiled patting his back as he left the room.

“It’ll be ok.” Nat spoke softly rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

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It had been a couple of weeks since Y/n had started her internship. Everyone kept finding reasons to go down to the lab. Basically to spy on the two teenagers. A couple of the others had joined in on the bet about the two. Were they dating? Or not? The two hid it very well when others were around.

But even though Y/n had been going to the Avengers tower for weeks Bruce had yet to say anything. They had spoken but he hadn’t told her yet. He was nervous to. 

“She’s beautiful.” Nat stated. All the Avengers had stopped by the labs sometime during the last couple of weeks. All of them wanting to meet Banner’s mystery daughter. Nat had been spending the most time with Y/n. The two got along well, but Nat was  curious as to why she had gotten to know and was bonding with Bruces daughter more than him.

“She looks a lot like her mother.” Bruce stated sitting down on their bed.

Nat smiled looking back at him. “She must have been gorgeous.”

“Nat-” Bruce started, shaking his head trying to find the words.

Nat stopped him before he could go on. Walking over to him, standing in between his legs moving to cup his cheeks. “It’s ok to call her beautiful. I know I’m not the first woman you’ve been with.”

Bruce smiled gratefully at her understanding. “She was beautiful. The last time I saw her she was gorgeous.”

“Have you talked to her yet?” Nat asked him curiously. If things worked out like Bruce had hoped Nat would like to also be apart of Y/n’s life.

“No.”

“Why not?” she tilted her head. He just kept psyching himself out.

“What do I say to her? Hi I’m your dad sorry you never knew me?” he said with a slightly frustrated tone.

“I wouldn’t start with that.” Nat responded biting back a smile. “Its ok to be nervous. I’m sure she will be to once she knows.”

Bruce sighed “I just don’t know what to say.”

“You’re a genius, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Nat told him confiding in him.

^     ^     ^

“Hey, Pete can you pass me that?” Y/n asked him focused on finishing the specific piece of technology.

“Yeah, sure.” Peter nodded grabbing the utensil she has asked for. Then an idea popped into his head. “What do I get for it?”

Y/n turned her head to look at her long-time friend and boyfriend. Seeing the small smirk on his lips Y/n decided to play along. “You want something, Mr. Parker?”

Peter’s smirk turned into a wide smile. “Just a kiss.”

“Well that you can have.” Y/n smiled giggling as he rushed over to get his kiss.

“Mind if I interrupt?” Bruce asked walking into the lab, interpreting the two’s intimate moment. Maybe he should’ve contributed to the bet after all.

“No, not at all Doctor Banner.  Uhm, this is my friend Y/n.” Peter introduced the tow as they pulled away sheepishly.

“Nice to meet you.” Bruce smiled he hadn’t really talked to her one on one since she had started.

“Nice to meet you as well Doctor Banner.” Y/n nodded with a smile. She could feel her face heating up from being caught making out.

“Ummm, Peter. Think you could give me and y/n here a moment alone?” Bruce asked

“Y-yeah, yeah sure.” Peter nodded agreeing to give them some space. He could tell it must be serious by Dr. Banner’s face. Peter could also tell Y/n was now very nervous. “I won’t be far.” he stated under his breath so only she could hear. Peter leaned down to kiss her temple for reassurance.

“Did you need to talk to me about something?” y/n asked nervously after the door shut behind Peter.

“Yeah. Just probably not what you think.” Bruce answered grabbing the nearby desk chair. It’d be easier to have this conversation with both sitting down.

Y/n tilted her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asked deciding to start with a simple question.

“Your Doctor Bruce Banner. Also known as the HULK.” Y/n answered, but she was alittle confused about the question. Wasn’t that obvious?

Bruce smiled letting out an airy laugh. Not exactly what he meant so he decided to reword. “Do you know who I am to you?”

“Uh, my superior?” she tried again raising a brow in question to what Bruce meant by his questions.

“No, no y/n. Ummm- wow I don’t know how to say this.” Bruce waved his hand, shaking them, that wasn’t what he meant. It was becoming more obvious to Bruce that she didn’t know about his and her’s relations.

“Take your time.” Y/n smiled at him. Waiting patiently for him to find the right words.

It took a while for Bruce to find the words to say what he wanted to say. But he did and he told her the truth. They sat there for a while, Y/n listened without interrupting. Once Bruce was finished he let her digest all of what he just said, waiting for her to ask him anything she wanted.

“So your my father?” y/n spoke more to herself than to anyone, trying to process the new information.

“Yeah.” Bruce confirmed, watching closely to see if he could find any clue as to how she felt about what he had just told her.

“An you didn’t know about me?” She asked with doe eyes looking up through her lashes.

Bruce shook his head giving her a sad smile. “No, I didn’t. If I had I would’ve been in your life somehow. But I also would’ve wanted to keep you safe and at the time not being anywhere near me would’ve been the safe option.”

Which was true around the time Y/n was born and growing up Bruce had just become the HULK and was trying to learn to control it. It would’ve been very dangerous to have a child around the HULK at that time.

“My mom never said who you were just that you were very smart and a good guy.” Y/n told him with a soft smile talking about her mom. Y/n then started to nervously ring her fingers together, nervous about asking her next question. And what his answer might be. “Could we possibly get to know eachother? Now that we know of the other?”

“I would like that.” he smiled. “Maybe we could get together and talk? You, me and your mom.”

Y/n looked down once he finished. She was happy about his answer but getting together with her mother, that would be kind of hard. “We kinda can’t.”

“Why not?” Bruce questioned with a tilt of his head.

“She’s dead.”

[ptergwen]

I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

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you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”

[21burritoseavey]

Hey love!

Hope you’re doing good.

I have cute idea where y/n is having a bad day then she goes to Daniel house and she ask Christian where is Daniel he tells her he is in the studio and Daniel was live on ig but y/n thought he playing piano and recording himself so she sat on his lap , he panicked because they were still a secret and he wanted his relationship private.

I hope that’s not to crazy

Hey! I’m doing great and I hope you are too. thanks for requesting!

Secret Relationship (d.s)

a/n: k just pretend that the background of that photo is the studio lol. I will most likely do a little pt.2 for another request I got:) if you want other scenarios or anything let me know cos this was fun lol. enjoy!

It was fair to say Y/n was having a bad day. The morning rose and fell as quickly as the leaves fell from the autumn trees outside, but once it was time for the sun to descend, the hours couldn’t have inched past any slower, crawling in one by one as she worked quietly behind the wooden desk after school.

It was 4:56pm when she glimpsed over at her lock screen to realise, she had an hour left before the library would close for the day. The school building was quiet at that hour. Most people were revelling in the joys and relief the weekend had graciously brought and only the janitor was seen wiping down the windows in the distance.

She could barely keep her eyes open as she wrote down the last of her notes. Her fingers ached after scrolling through the pages...and documents...and slides on her laptop and her brain went practically numb from all the letters and numbers she’d stared at. The unsteady pile of books beside her was not helping either. All those thoughts of work had her craving her boyfriend’s presence. She just wanted one of Daniel’s hugs at that point. The warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her and the comforting beating of his tender heart right against her ear. Every aspect of Daniel’s affection was practically engrained in her mind. The thought of being with him squirmed in the back of her mind, tugging at her heartstrings until she finally sighed and closed her books. She tucked her belongings into her backpack and made her way out of the library - after giving the quiet librarian a wave - and across the campus.

Y/n found herself standing behind the Seavey’s front door. She knocked a couple times and heard the door handle rattle after a moment. Christian slowly came into view as the door creaked open.

Y/n cracked a gentle smile. “Hey, Y/n,” Christian moved to the side to let her walk through. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” She replied. “And you?”

Christian noticed how Y/n’s shoulders slumped as she walked and the subtle frown playing at her lips, but he kept his thoughts to himself. “I’m great, just finished a self-tape.” He sat on the couch nearby.

“That’s great.” Y/n yawned. She’d come over to the Seavey’s house many times before so making herself comfortable was never an issue. Her blanket was tossed in the corner of the sofa, and she reached an arm to pull it towards her. Christian chuckled lightly as she plunked herself down and closed her eyes. The quiet of the home allowed her to enjoy some well-deserved rest. Only some, because in minutes Kobe was scampering down the hall and jumping into Y/n’s arms.

“Oh my God!” Y/n lifted herself up again and pet the excited dog as he licked her. She turned towards Christian again with Kobe shuffling further into her chest. “Is Daniel home?”

Christian looked up from his phone. “Yeah, in the studio.”

Y/n sent him a quiet ‘thank you’ before she was jumping out of her seat and rushing outside, across the patio. Kobe was quick at her heels.

Y/n had slowed down once she reached the door. She pressed her ear against the cold surface and listened in. The faint sounds of Daniel’s piano playing had sailed along the studio and seeped through the small gaps of the door, dancing with the steady breeze.

The soft, bell-like melodies emitting from the piano had smeared an unmistakable grin on Y/n’s face and she let her hands twist the doorknob quietly to not send Daniel out of his playing. She could sense his happiness from a mile away and today was no different. He was doing the very thing he loved after all.

The heart fluttering sight of him in an oversized, grey hoodie had her shoulders untensing and her face softening. “Hi,” She greeted. She trudged over and rested her palms on his shoulders from behind. His phone leaned against the music rack, with comments and questions gradually moving upwards beside little floating hearts. The live Instagram broadcast on his phone remained totally invisible to the young, tired girl. Daniel was hardly able to utter a warning before she draped her legs across his thighs to sit on his lap.

He couldn’t contain his nervous giggles as she hung her arms over his shoulders, “Hey, b-...Y/n.”

“Hi,” Y/n replied. She nestled her head into his chest and even clutched Daniel’s arms to rest around her waist. The Instagram live played on as the young couple rested together on the bench. Daniel kept his arms wrapped tightly around his girlfriend despite his heart’s intense beating.

He looked towards his phone screen again. “She’s just giving me a hug.” He reassured the viewers the best he could. He knew no one was buying it though. The comments were brimming with heart-eye emojis or excited comments in all caps.

Daniel peered down at his girlfriend, tucked comfortably and unbothered in his arms. “Just a really long hug.” He nodded towards the screen again.

Y/n went out like a light. She was perfectly content cradled in her boyfriend’s loving embrace, already drifting into a peaceful drea-

“Y/n.” A sweat broke over Daniel’s forehead. He snatched sneaky glances towards his phone before trying again, “Y/n!” He whispered sharply through the warm toned room.

“What?” Y/n mumbled quietly. She rubbed her eyes to spread her consciousness further.

“People are watching.” Daniel jerked his head towards the phone screen in front of them.

Y/n snapped her head to look at his phone propped up against the music stand. “Oh! Ri-right.” She shifted off Daniel’s lap quickly. He tried to wear a smile for the audience in his phone that were very much engrossed in the situation. Y/n dropped her gaze to the floor and picked at her nails. “I’m just...” She flung her arm to gesture towards the door, “gonna go.” Y/n’s nervous words were barely heard through the room and Daniel’s expression faltered as he watched her stride off for the living room without a second glance.

He felt terrible. He fought the urge to run after her and make sure she was okay, merely spinning back around to face the screen. “Okay,” he said breathily, pressing the keys harshly to produce a muddled mess of notes. He didn’t feel like playing anymore.

---

Daniel dragged his feet out of the studio towards the living room. He noticed Y/n sitting on the couch during the rest of his livestream and desperately wanted to make sure she was okay. Outside, the sunset bloomed beautifully, setting the sky ablaze with soft colours as Kobe played quietly on the patio. He ran towards the main house as Daniel slid open the door.

Y/n gave him a quick upward glimpse before lowering her eyes again. But then she looked up again, noticing his usual soothing smile replaced with a long frown. “You okay?” She asked softly.

Daniel fell back onto the sofa with a deep huff before glancing at her. “No. I’m sorry you had to leave like that.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s okay.” She shuffled closer to him. Her body was angled slightly towards his and she dragged an arm to rest across his shoulders. Daniel moved to rest in between her crossed legs, and he rested his head on her chest. “We both want our relationship to be private, so...it’s okay.” Y/n consoled with a giggle. “I think your fans are suspicious now though.” She let a smirk tug at the corner of her lips. Daniel raised his eyes to meet her sparkly eyes.

“Oh, they’re definitely suspicious now.” Daniel took her hand away from his shoulder and entwined their fingers in a loose grip to kiss her knuckles. He cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her lips strongly. Y/n sighed pleasantly into it, finally feeling that relief she’d been waiting for all day. That reassuring affection that pulled her into a wave of warmth and comfort. They silently enjoyed the love that danced through their bodies and in between them for a few long moments.

Daniel pulled back and intertwined their fingers again. “It won’t be like this forever, Y/n.”

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[babyybitchhh]

Arlong x Reader 18+

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 4,609

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, monster fucking (?), size difference, over sized genitalia and the buckets of cum to go with it, oral sex, fellatio, eventual consent

A/N: After consulting with my editor in chief, we agreed that the fishmen probably feel a bit like dolphins - firm to the touch but stupidly smooth, a bit clammy - so that's where my descriptive inspiration for this one came from. Y'know. Just in case anyone ends up wondering what the fuck I was smoking while I wrote this. lol And as always, please enjoy! : )

♥♥♥♥

Arlong was not what you would consider a nice man.

There was something mean about him, and undeniably so, but the way he crowds you against the wall late one evening still manages to catch you off guard. You’d thought you had already seen everything his cruelty had to offer. Foolishly, you’d believed that there was a certain line even someone like him would not cross.

Regrettably, you’d been wrong about that.

“W - what are you doing?”

“Don’t be coy.” He mutters while he idly, possessively toys with a strand of your hair between his webbed fingers. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this.”

The cloying stink of booze on his breath hits you all at once and you wrinkle your nose in distaste. You don’t mean to do it. You regret it almost instantly but Arlong doesn’t care for the why or the how, or the rushed apology already forming on the tip of your tongue. All he sees is the discomfort etched across your expression and his demeanor responds in kind, becoming surly and aggressive in the same moment.

With a rumbling grunt, he steps into you and bodily shoves you against the wall. The amount of force in just that simple gesture has you quailing under the imposing weight of him even as you start to shirk away. You think to bolt for safety a little too late and his clammy hand takes advantage of that split second indecision to grab your chin, forcing your head up to look at him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Hm?” He curls himself over you, bracing his other arm high above your head on the wall so he can lean close and get in your face. You’ve never felt quite so minuscule as you do standing there, frozen to the spot and horribly dwarfed by the towering fishman who’s hacksaw nose was mere inches from yours now.

With each passing second, it was becoming exceedingly hard not to panic.

“Am I not to your liking? Is that it? You’ve really never thought about this before?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. You aren’t sure what to say. You don’t know what it is he wants to hear.

Arlong doesn’t wait around for a proper response, though, and instead trails smooth, rubbery fingers down your neck to your shoulder, and then further still to grasp your wrist. You put up no resistance when he pulls, unceremoniously directing your slack hand to the front of his shorts and you jolt at the firm weight pressing up into your palm.

Sucking in a stilted gasp, your eyes go wide at him. “I - I haven’t - -“

“No?” He cuts across you with a faintly disappointed sigh. “Not even a little? You’re not at all curious?”

You whimper, shaking your head when he squeezes and manually forces your hand to close around the stiff outline in his pants. It was big and still growing, as evidenced by the eager twitch it gives at your touch. Shame immediately washes over you when your pussy clenches, the blood in your neck pounding as you try to turn away from him.

“Of course not, w - what would I have to be curious about?”

“You ever seen a fishman’s cock before?”

Your ears were starting to burn. “Nuh … no. Please, Arlong. I don’t - -“

“Come on. I’m sure you’ll like it. There isn’t anything else like it in the whole world, y’know. One of a kind.”

Same as before, he doesn’t give you a chance to sort through your thoughts before taking the incentive. His unoccupied hand drops from the wall and tugs at the waistband of his shorts even while he wrests your twisting hand where he wants it to be. You struggle wildly now, adrenaline fueled fear making you desperate and jerky, but he’s much too strong to break free from. You were trapped.

Horrified, you screw your eyes shut before you can catch a glimpse of what’s hanging between his legs. You’d never seen one before - not a fishman’s, and you would have preferred to keep it that way. The hushed rumors you’d overheard about encounters between people like Arlong and humans such as yourself were nothing kind, after all.

But with very little effort on his part, he clamps your hand into place and you go stock-still at the sensation of porcelain smooth, velvety skin under your fingertips. It doesn’t feel half as repulsive as you’d imagined it would. And, you’re surprised to find, it doesn’t look anywhere near as unnatural as you’d assumed it to be when you apprehensively crack your eyes open and glance at it.

What you had in your hand was just a cock. Nothing more and nothing less.

Albeit a rather large, hefty cock that was a slightly darker shade of blue than the rest of him but still by all accounts a normal looking appendage. If it hadn’t been for it’s unusual color and the staggering size, you could have easily mistaken it for a human’s.

Embarrassed, you flounder for something to say. “It’s … it’s rather nice, isn’t it?”

Arlong snorts and displaces a few of your wispy flyaways with the resulting puff of air, making you shudder between him and the wall. “Don’t try to bullshit me. S’not polite.”

“I’m not.” You insist, shyly forcing your gaze up to meet his. “I expected something different, that’s all.”

“Like what?” He murmurs as he leans his weight into you, not so subtly pinning you under him. You swallow hard, hesitant to say it. But either by virtue of being mildly intoxicated or genuine sincerity on his part, you felt a strange sort of inclination to be honest with him.

“Frankly, I thought it would be more monstrous.”

Arlong manages to catch you off guard again when he outright laughs at that. “Give it time. I’m not fully hard yet.”

Your eyes go big as saucers. “W - wha - -“

He laughs again, somehow even louder this time, and you start to quake with renewed vigor as his cock does indeed continue to twitch and grow in your hand. You couldn’t believe that it would get any bigger than it already was but the proof was right in front of your face. It was still filling out, becoming increasingly more weighty in your palm, and that knowledge terrified you far more than you were willing to admit.

“Don’t look so scared.” He coos, anything but sympathetic when he notices the obvious disquiet casting a shadow over your face. His suddenly good mood did not bode well for you at all. “You said it was nice, didn’t you?”

“Well … well, yes, but - -“

“Here. Let me show you something.”

Releasing his hold on you, Arlong clamps his moist palm down on the back of your neck and unceremoniously steers you forward, away from the wall. You don’t even think to fight it. And how could you when your fate was already sealed? You’d given him an inch by conceding that his cock was not entirely disagreeable and now he was taking a mile.

It was your own fault, really.

“Wait - hold on.” You stammer, panic suddenly creeping into your voice when you realize he was making a beeline with you for the nearest chair. “I didn’t mean it like that, Arlong! I just - -“

“You just what?” He sneers. “Felt like teasing me some more? Thought it’d be funny to tempt me with that pretty little mouth of yours again?”

You sputter in red faced affront. “I never - -“

Cutting you off yet again, he forcefully shoves you down onto your knees. Hard.

You seethe at the splintering pain racing up your legs as he pivots around you to plop down on the waiting seat, his ever present grip on the back of your neck quickly dragging you closer. Arlong’s anticipation for what was coming next was almost palpable, the eager excitement in his motions clear as day. In a last ditch effort, you try to twist away from him but he holds firm even as he works to tug his shorts the rest of the way down with the opposite hand.

“I know you’ve thought about this.” He says it again, breathy now, as if repetition would somehow make it true. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. There’s no need to hide it.”

Whatever biting insult you were going to spit at him catches in your throat and momentarily chokes you when he gets his pants down over his knees, cock springing up in all its full glory. You outright stare, your mouth going dry. Mind blank and pussy aching with phantom pain.

You weren’t sure what he expected you to do with it. He was far too big to fit in any human orifice, surely; but if he was at all concerned about the logistics involved he certainly didn’t show it.

Casually kicking his shorts off, Arlong plants his feet firmly on the floor and shuffles his long legs wide open to welcome you in. The heavy sway of his hanging nutsack seems to taunt you, silently promising a steaming hot load that you weren’t prepared to take. You audibly gulp down your nerves as he pulls you closer, right up against him until the sinfully smooth shaft of his cock is pressed tight against your cheek. It was hard to breathe through the potently masculine musk assaulting your nose and even harder to come to terms with the way your cunt gushes in response to it.

Why was this turning you on so much?

“Arlong … please!” You mewl, helpless to stop it when he relentlessly rubs his cock against your face as if to scent you. “Please listen to me. I never intentionally tried to tease you. I’m sorry …”

“Liar.” A sharp thwack against your cheek accompanies this accusation, the fleshy head of his dick leaving a sharp sting in its wake. “You want me. Just admit that. If you do, your punishment for being such a flirty slut won’t be so severe.”

You bristle at that, trying once again to recoil from him, but he merely pinches your neck even tighter to keep you in place. All you can do is watch in mounting horror as he takes his cock in the opposite hand and starts to pump it, slowly, as if to coax it that last little bit harder. The prominent vein running along the underside visibly throbs for you while he does it, pushing against the thin layer of skin in a rhythmic beat which probably would have flattered you under better circumstances. You hadn’t thought he’d get this worked up over you.

But, to be fair, you also hadn’t expected Arlong to be interested in a human woman in the first place.

“Like the view? You’re going to be a good girl and suck it for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Dazedly, you watch the steady up and down motion of his webbed hand until you eventually find yourself nodding along with it. You felt vaguely like an idiot for consenting to this but there was no denying how tantalizing he looked. For better or worse, you were willing to take the risk.

And that seems to amuse him a great deal, his raspy laugh misting over you even as he adds a twist to his pumping motion, tugging at the foreskin in the process. Scandalized surprise rushes to the forefront of your mind when you catch your first peek of the glans and realize it’s a blue so dark and rich it was almost purple. It’s such a stark contrast from the rest of his uniquely pigmented skin that you immediately want to see more of it, and you lean forward to get a better look with nothing short of rapt fascination. You’d never seen anything quite like it before.

“You’re that interested now?” He murmurs knowingly, snickering faintly under his breath.

“Only a little …”

“Liar.”

But Arlong’s tone holds no real bite this time, and he graciously gives you what you want by rolling the meaty tip back to tuck it behind the ridged glans. The blunt head is just as impossibly smooth as the rest of him, his skin entirely free of pores or blemishes, and so firm that you aren’t sure if there will be any give to it. You’re immediately reminded that you and him were not the same, the differences between you two as glaring as ever.

Without missing a beat, you decide you no longer care.

Reaching up, you carefully take him in hand and a thrill runs through you at the sensation. He’s every bit as silky as he looks but when you experimentally squeeze, it becomes apparent that he’s also relentlessly stiff. You’d thought, maybe, it was just the muscle bound parts of him that were as unyielding as they appeared to be but even this area was so densely padded with fatty insulation that it offered very little cushion. It seemed, then, that the only truly soft spot on his body was probably his ballsack.

Tentatively, you rove your gaze up to look at him. “Can I really?”

“I’ll be pissed if you don’t.”

You scoff, trying not to smile, but when that fails you lean up to drag your tongue along the throbbing vein and hide the curl of your mouth. A triumphant sigh puffs out of him, the hand on the back of your neck relaxing slightly, but he makes no move to completely let go of you yet. The weight of his palm spurs you on and you go up a little higher to flick at the glans, pleasantly surprised at the taste of him. Salty and strong, yet not repugnant. It was a heady flavor, one you’ve never sampled before, and you can’t help but wonder if this is how all fishmen taste. It was strangely intoxicating.

“There’s my good girl. That’s it.” He goads you, leaning back into the chair so he can fully appreciate the sight of you on your knees for him. “Is it as good as you thought it’d be? All you had to do was ask and I would have let you do this a lot sooner, you know.”

Resisting the urge to snap at him to shut up, you use your grip on his cock to angle the tip towards your face. The narrow slit in the center of that purple-blue bud winks at you, oozing a fresh bead of slick precum that glistens faintly in the overhead light. Sticking your tongue out, you lap it up with a hunger you hadn’t expected from yourself and a fresh wave of bitter salt swarms your tastebuds. You moan, very quietly, against the glans before sealing your lips around it.

Arlong’s lean thighs give the faintest jolt in response, his pelvis lifting just enough to nudge his dick a little deeper into your mouth. You allow it, for the time being, far too caught up in the exquisite taste of him to worry about his propensity for being a bit pushy. It was in his nature, after all.

But when you try to take more of him on your own, it quickly becomes apparent that your earlier estimation of him had been right on the money. He was much too large to comfortably fit and you only make it a few inches down before your jaw starts to scream in protest. You pull back to suckle on the spongy head for a moment, laving it with your tongue before deciding to try again. The progress you make is negligible at best, your lips straining around his girth as you furrow your brows and noise a muffled sound of frustration around him.

“Don’t try to force it, sweetheart. You’ll just hurt yourself.” He chuckles, the hand on the back of your neck sliding higher to curl around the curve of your skull. His palm is massive in comparison and you feel your cheeks start to warm when he condescendingly pats your head, tutting at you. “You’ll have to practice hard if you want to take it all someday.”

The heat inside your gut sparks anew as your eyes snap up at his face. He smirks right back, razor sharp rows of teeth glinting dangerously and reminding you, once again, that he was a real threat. An apex predator of the most deadly kind, and you were knelt at his feet sucking his cock like a good little pet. You should have been ashamed of yourself. You probably were going to be ashamed of yourself, later, when the carnal high faded and your senses returned.

For now, though, you’d already made peace with your fate and you pointedly give his cock a rough tug. That only makes Arlong’s lascivious grin widen, though, and you’re left with no other choice but come up off him with a wet, smacking pop to give your jaw a break.

Tilting your head back while you suck in a much needed lung full of air, you pull his cock to your open mouth and set it along your tongue. He hums appreciatively at the visual while you pump the length of him with your hand, letting more precum ooze out of him and onto your waiting palette. A faltering groan rises in the back of your throat at the taste, so heady and potent that it makes your mind spin dizzyingly fast. You couldn’t get enough.

“Heh. I take it you like it then?”

In lieu of an answer, you seal your lips around him and lean forward again, glancing up at Arlong through the fall of your lashes. His stilted sigh of approval rushes straight to your cunt, and you give a needy little squirm as he drags webbed fingers along the side of your face to touch at the pulled taught corner of your mouth. Rubbery palm skirting along your cheek, he reaches further back and then clamps down on the nape of your neck so he can pull you somehow even closer to him.

You’re pressed flush against the chair by the time he’s satisfied, neck straining to accommodate the length of his cock. Your unoccupied hand comes up to brace against his thigh when he starts to guide you through a bobbing motion, the stuffed full schlucking noise of your mouth almost unbearably loud in the otherwise quiet room. It sounds borderline obscene to you but he appears to enjoy it, resting his head against the back of the chair and sighing up at the ceiling with unmistakable pleasure coloring the exhalation.

Your pussy clenches at the sight of Arlong enjoying himself so much, enjoying what you were doing to him, and you offer the glans another enthusiastic suck in return. His fingers twitch against your neck and squeeze, just this side of painful. But he does a good job keeping himself in check, and you put a little more effort into pumping the part of him that your lips can’t reach by way of thanks. He could all too easily rip you in half - in more ways than one - so you appreciated the restraint he was showing.

He doesn’t even seem to notice the change in your hands pace though, his mouth running on drunken autopilot now that he’s let his guard down. Now that he’s fully given himself over to the wet warmth of your maw, he was uncharacteristically eager to heap his praises on you and you were more than happy to soak it all up.

“My good, good girl. Yeah, you like that cock, don’t you, baby? You love it. I can tell. You’ll never want another human to fuck you after I’m done. I’m gonna’ ruin you, you know that? So damn good for me …”

The tingling warmth that spreads through you makes it hard to think straight, your vision starting to swim as if you were looking through a foggy fish eye lense. You never thought he’d talk to you that way. Didn't think he could stand your kind enough to regard you as anything other than a nuisance to tolerate for the sake of his own goals. It may have just been the booze talking, you knew that, but you were still rather pleased by this turn of events anyway.

Your jaw was beginning to ache in earnest, though, and you whimper around his cock as you drag your hand down off his thigh to squeeze in between Arlong’s legs. Gently, you caress the heavy weight of his ballsack, delighted to find that it was just as soft and vulnerable as you’d suspected it would be. He hisses at the contact, hips lifting off the seat of the chair again, but he does it a little too roughly this time and you gag.

Seething through clenched teeth, he readjusts his hold on the back of your head, gets a better grip and slowly thrusts up into your mouth. The careful way he does it surprises you slightly, but you don’t get a chance to linger on that thought for very long because he immediately repeats the motion without giving you a moment to adjust and your eyes start to mist up. He doesn’t quite reach your throat like this, your lips already stretched to their limit and unable to accommodate any more of him, and yet that doesn’t stop you from choking with each drawn out flex of his hips. You were going to be sick at this rate.

Sucking in a faltering wet breath through your nose, you try to brace yourself for his next upward stroke. You weren’t sure how much more of this your gag reflex could take, or your poor jaw for that matter. Being on the receiving end of Arlong’s praises wasn’t worth it if you just ended up spewing your guts all over him, ruining everything in the end. Plus, you were pretty sure he’d just redact everything he’d said if it came down to that. You were damned either way.

Deciding it was best to take a moment and regroup, lest the unthinkable happen, you try to pull off him but the hand on your head keeps you firmly in place. You let out a muffled squawk, as confused as you were terrified of what would happen if he kept going like this. But he doesn’t seem to share any such concerns, and your gaze frantically shoots up at his face when he just keeps shallowly pumping into your mouth. He wasn’t even looking at you, though, his eyes closed and turned up at the ceiling.

“That’s it. Just a little more. I know it probably hurts, sweetheart, but just endure it a little bit longer for me, okay? I’m getting close … I’m getting so close, baby. Can you feel it? I’m gonna’ give you such a big load … ngh, you’ll never be able to swallow it all, but that’s okay. Just … haah, just keep it in your sweet little mouth a bit longer, okay?”

You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter, your cheeks burning hot as reflexive tears streak down your face. Abandoning his balls, you dig trembling fingers into the meat of Arlong’s inner thigh as a painful reminder that you were working on borrowed time here. But he seems to enjoy that, the groaning burst of air that puffs out of him in a sudden rush sending sympathetic shockwaves racing down your spine. Your panties were soaked at this point, uncomfortably clinging to your sticky cunt as you rock forward in a fruitless bid for relief. It was all you could do just to keep your lunch down, though, and you were far too lightheaded to even consider slipping your hand between your legs to rub circles into your clit. It wouldn’t take much to send you over the edge, either.

Even through your clothes, you were sure to cum quick - but how could you possibly think about that right now when he was still thrusting into your mouth at such a staggered pace that you felt as violated as if he’d properly fucked you? It didn’t make sense, how he had such a powerful effect on you when he’d barely even touched you so far. Almost like he had some sort of potent aphrodisiac at his deploy.

Could this possibly be a fishman, thing or was it just an Arlong thing?

“Oooh yeah, baby, right there. Right there. Your mouth feels so damn good. Are you ready? I’m gonna’ give it to you now … fuck, I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming!”

With a feral, animalistic grunt, Arlong thrusts up off the chair and shoves his cock as far into your mouth as it will go. You sputter around him, frantically noising as your throat constricts and heaves against the pressure. In the same moment, he gives a full bodied shudder and hot, thick ropes shoot out of him to pool at the base of your tongue. Your eyes promptly roll back as you choke around his bubbling semen, face wet with tears and snot, and perspiration, but he doesn’t stop. It just keeps coming out of him, flooding your mouth until you’re sure you’ll drown in it.

So blissfully numb by the time he finally pulls out, you almost don’t notice the absence. It’s only when a fresh string of ejaculate plops heavy against your cheek that you realize he's cumming on your face now, and you obediently stick your tongue out to catch the salty discharge. He doesn’t seem to be aiming for your mouth, though, and you’re left with no other choice than to sit there and let him paint your face white until the pulses gradually slow to a stop some moments later.

The last bit oozes out of him, achingly drained from the bottom of his balls it would seem, as he squeezes it from the base up with an accompanying guttural moan. You let him push your head back down without protest and lap up the sticky bead, much to Arlong’s heaving pleasure.

He was still panting from the exertion, trying to catch his breath, and you were still struggling to swallow the excessive cum in your mouth so you could breathe at all. An odd sense of peace settles in the aftermath and you think maybe, in a far off, dreamy sort of way, maybe he wasn’t quite as mean as you’d pegged him. Someone inherently cruel wouldn’t have been so mindful of your physical limitations, right?

You’re pretty sure that’s not how it usually goes, anyway.

Gathering yourself to the best of your ability, you glance down at the front of your shirt only to outright grimace. You were absolutely coated in sheets of fast drying cum, and you weren’t so sure it wouldn’t stain. Dammit.

“So, uh. Do you always cum buckets, or was that all just for little ol’ me?” You venture to ask, not the least bit surprised when your voice comes out a raspy mess. You’d definitely need some warm tea after this.

“It’s a fishman thing.” He says rather flippantly, clearly unconcerned. “You’ll get used to it.”

Your head comes up in stark surprise. Well. That certainly answered your earlier question.

“Y’know,” you say, speaking cautiously slow. “That sounds an awful lot like you’re planning on doing this again, boss.”

Arlong actually has the audacity to smirk at you, his pale eyes dancing with what could only be mischief, and a not entirely unpleasant shudder promptly races through you in response.

“Again? We haven’t even finished the first time, sweetheart.”

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Hello again Zen! First I just wanna say that you don’t need to apologize about what happened to the other fic. If you ever feel like you wanna reattempt it, just tell me and I’ll send it again. This request is also smut like the last one and I hope that’s ok!

So Bakugou, known by the public as the pro hero Dynamight, has been having it tough at work the past 2 weeks. He knew that technically it was partly his fault. You see, Bakugou is in a secret relationship with one of Japan’s most mischievous villains. Y/n L/n. (Male Reader) Y/n was in reality not necessarily a villain. He was seen as one, but he had never actually killed anybody. He was more the type to steal, start some fights/trouble and occasionally blow up some place. He was more mischievous than evil. Though Bakugou knew that Y/n wasn’t as bad as everyone thought, and he knew that Y/n did love him. He just had a bit of history.. With that being said: Bakugou had been having it rough lately because his secret boyfriend had been at it like crazy. He also knew that Y/n was intentionally making things difficult for him. So when he was on his patrol and got an emergency signal about trouble just a few blocks away, boy was he ready to hunt Y/n down! Once he saw him he immediately chased him into an alleyway. Y/n had escaped and ran into an abandoned apartment. He thought he was safe. But when he turned around, he wasn’t so lucky. Shit.. Bakugou was ready to completely ravage and take out all of his frustrations on Y/n, as he had him trapped with nowhere to run.

This one could be considered Revenge/Angry S*x. It’s not non-con since Y/n clearly knew what he was in for, and Bakugou wouldn’t do anything incase Y/n seriously stopped him. The request was kinda long, sorry about that lol. If you don’t feel like writing it then it’s fine, and if you’d like to switch some things up then feel free to do so! Also, don’t feel rushed and take your time. Have a nice day/night! :>

Summary: I'm not a dark blogger, but this req is honestly too amazing. I will change some things as to not make it exactly dark though— And thank you for being patient with me and the recent incident. 💛

Warnings: NFSW • proof read • Aged up • mild angst{?}

Cast: Villian!M!Reader x Pro hero!Bakugou

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Y/N L/N. A name that was a hassle to spit out. Your name was spoke like a horrid sickness spreading west to east. All you were was some mildly lowlife starting cat fights on the streets of Japan. It usually happens at night, and that's also when you strike 24 hour open corner stores. Quite fun to be honest. Your skill being up to par of a spy since your original outing clothing you were seen with was mostly black. Your hair was dyed a certain way after a long past incident though, kinda making you stick out overall you camflouged into the night.

Your pro hero, hot headed, stress filled, boyfriend however, was gold spoon in it's prime. A pro hero who was rich with fame. Oh god he had it all in your eyes. You sometimes cried with tears of joyfulness just at the mere slick thought you were dating him. Not no female who just as good looking, like Creati. No, none of that. It's not like he would change that spite his efforts of frustration with your recent activities these part two years.

The streets are terrific to you for these two years though. Everything is nearly breakable and easily fixed with community money. You would think it was community money atleast. All is good since you made sure to leave your mark with explosives.

Hence your love and passion for your lover, you would smuggle cheap fireworks and set them off at random areas of the late hours. The most recent one being pulled off near a school and and anyone could imagine how the headlines went. The news was erratic with wow and terror of where the explosion even came from, who set it off. Little did they obviously not know —

It was pro hero, Katsuki Bakugous boyfriend.

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On to other things. Bakugou was in a meeting. Apparently he was being caught up with some warning of a manic villain roaming the streets and city alone.

"So what ?" The room was silent as all eyes transferred front to the back where he sat. Eye bags slightly visible of how stressed he really was after the news confirmed he was.

A co-worker of his, Kirishima raised his hand in apparent anxiousness. "Um", he coughed into his fist before speaking again. "Well, Bakubro he has been going at it for nearly 2 years. No one even know what he looks like, hell man." Starting to get his voice back he finally said, "We probably don't even know if he is a he !" The rooms tension was held up to a few more minutes before Bakugou just got up and walked out.

Another co-worker of his, Mina sparked up and said, "Where are you going !" Her words fell on deaf ears as he was already gone.

Heavy weighted footsteps of his boots were heard along the agency's hallways as people made sure to step out of his way. Grabbing his stuff most important for his next move being his car keys. His brain hurt of how fucking frustrating it is to be held back from work because of his delinquent boyfriend wants to treat the world as a damn playground. He couldn't take it! The stress and anxiety he kept for 2 years was just high enough for him to fuck one out. And he might just.

Just because those assholes didn't know where to find you, doesn't mean he can't. You were always close to a rundown apartment in an alleyway doctoring up a new firework of your own or anything remotely for distruction.

And there you were. In a damn corner completely unaware of the 6 foot presence behind you. Horny and exhausted was a nasty mix for anyone and Bakugou is a worse case as he grabbed you by your arm turning you around.

Alert entered your mind as you nearly, by a measly hair burnt him with a match you had. Why was here was all you could ask yourself, feeling his dramatic hot pants near your neck.

"Why-" No time for speaking when he was highly eager to ravage your ass. You knew how he was from time time since you've met him and because of this you have gotten the worst and the best of him. Sex and life alone was hot and dangerous between the both of you.

His lips marked yours up with a grunt of his own making it seem as if he was feasting on your chapped ones. The dryness making it sting sweetly only adding to the arousal you now felt for yourself. Kissing him. Him not taking his time as he will easily swallow his food without chewing.

"I'm fucking pissed." He snapped. This version of him was the only version you couldn't take. No type of convincing could make an outsider believe your actions to one another was not non consensual. His slightly bigger form compared to your own was trifling as it was pressed up to your chest.

After minutes of searching eachothers mouths with fever and rush he finally stripped himself from his pants. You caught a rare glimpse of how hard he really was. Now this was irritating you at this point. You were no sore loser, but if someone ever took something from you like candy it would easily be endgame.

"Stop fucking pouting. I just got out of a meeting early", he adjusted his position a bit. "To fuck your meddling ass." He closed the space between you two as his cologne and natural scenticked your senses. A shiver went down your spine like a fresh cold drop of sweat as you backed away into the corner. He followed that and smirked. You couldn't be serious.

"Turn around. I wanna see it." He huffed, impatiently. You obviously did what you were told. No time in making him even more pissed. He admired your obedience when it came to your relationship. Only if you could follow that up in turning yourself in. Sadly you were too prideful, probably why you both have an odd ball bond with eachother.

Like lightning your pants were down just like his as he slapped your ass with a strikingly heavy hand. Watching your arse slightly move was guilty enjoyment of his own.

"Ah !" You covered your mouth quickly in fear of his scolding. Number 1 rule of him when frustrated was that on all accounts. Don't. Fucking. Make. A. Peep. That reminder did not fail to make you turn back with pleading eyes with him looking back at you with pliant disbelief.

"Yer' really trying to fuckin' test me, yeah ?" He asked. Not loud how he usually is, but a lower octave with a nonchalant expression. He was tired. Tired of your prideful denial of going to jail. Tired of these late damn meetings at the agency. Tired of his parents calling him because he was doing this to himself. He was fucking exhausted of it all. His top tier was you especially.

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That's completely fine though. He can sex all of this out on his handsome villain boyfriend.

Y/N fucking L/N.

I hope this is fine, again I'm not a dark blog so if I wrote this along with the req it would get a bit dark. { I love dark blogs so it would be a whole series 💀. }

[akaashisupremacy]

Yours Truly

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. As you and Gojo try to pick up the pieces, he wonders if you can still give him a second chance. Will you? 

Notes: Broke my heart in half to write this fic for Gojo ✌️😩

Gojo Satoru  x reader

Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version

Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol, some fluff if you wink (wc: 1.1k) 

“What are you doing here?” you exclaim in the dark, stumbling back at the shadow that looms in front of you.

You’ve bumped into Gojo Satoru in the kitchen commons. He’s fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping. His presence is definitely visible because it’s past midnight and all you can hear up to this point are the crickets.

“What are you doing here?” he looks accusingly at you with his eyes wide, “I live and work here!”

He has one hand on his hip and another on a mug of coffee. His reply irks you. He supposedly asked you out on a date tonight and he cancelled last minute for what you thought was a job that was just taking longer than expected again. Was he home all this time?

You were wary of Gojo when he asked you out recently. Not only was he your ex-fiancee, he also has a playboy reputation.

“I’m here to make myself dinner after a long day of working on the school barriers.” you sniff, “And I’m also here to ask why you couldn't  meet up with me. Again.”

You glare. He shifts uncomfortably on the doorway.

“Can you make up your mind about me? I know you want to fix things, but if you’re going to keep cancelling, might as well stop. We don’t have to date or hang out.” you scowl.

He pulls out a chair for you to sit down. “Let me make things up to you. I’ll make dinner for the both of us. I haven’t eaten either. Just got home.”

“Oh,” you remark. Ok, maybe he hasn’t been home all this time.

You quietly sit as he prepares a quick dinner for the both of you. He’s never cooked for you before. It was always you who did the cooking, granted you were arranged to be married when you were kids and you stopped talking as teenagers. It’s complicated.

You watch him put pots on the stove and chop vegetables up on your old school kitchen counter. It’s too quiet, too late, too dark in here. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” you murmur.

He shakes his head.

“Your instincts aren’t wrong. Part of me wishes that us trying to date would end badly to prove that I was right all along, that there was no way this could work. But part of me wants to be wrong for once. I think you would like to grow old with me and all that stuff.” he admits, throwing vegetables into a pan without looking at you.

“This isn’t going to work if you’re just doing this for me.” you reply.

The sizzling of the vegetables almost covers up his next words, “It’s just difficult for me to admit that I have feelings for you, ok?”

“You’re endlessly kind to me and I’m the type to take advantage of kindness. I don’t want to drain you.”

You scoff, “I’m not 15 anymore. I have more boundaries. Give me some credit. You overestimate my compassion.”

As he continues to cook, his bandages start coming loose. His usual black cover for his eyes is gone. It must be laundry day. You stand to tie them for him. Your fingers are nimble, deftly untying the sloppy knots he put up in a rush and retying them firmly.

“You still remember.” he notes with surprise.

“You taught me. How could I forget?” you remark softly, returning to your seat and crossing your arms.

While he plates the food, he asks another question. The kitchen is barely lit. A single light bulb above the table is all the light there is. His shadow follows him as he moves.

“How could you still treat me like this?” he finally sits across you, words peeling with intense sentiment.

“Like what?” you ask curiously.

“Like I’m worth a second chance.”

You smile drily, trying to hide the pain beneath your eyes. You too wonder if he's worth another shot. Although your head knows that maybe he isn't, your heart says otherwise.

“I’ve accepted my lot in life, that I’m not going to deserve everything I get. Sometimes it’s just arbitrary.“ you sigh, “It sucks sometimes. I did get the short end of the stick, but I don’t want to shut you out of my life because of that.”

Gojo pauses with his chopsticks midway between his mouth and his food. He puts them down.

“You’re too much of a saint for me.”

“And you’re a sucker for that apparently.” you half-snort, half-roll your eyes. He can’t help chuckling.

His pauses then his face is serious all of a sudden.

“You know how Ieiri-san always jokes that I’m always a little in love with you? Well it’s true. I’m still a little in love with you and I grow more in love with you every time I see you. I don’t really know why.” His voice is a mix of bitterness, heartbreak and confusion.

You put your utensils down and reach out from under the table to grasp his fingers.

“I haven’t changed.” he hesitates to take your hand, his face ridden with guilt. He pulls away, “Don’t do this.”

You gently shake your head and indignantly keep your hands out.

“This isn’t about that. This is about being here for you, even if I'm not your fiancée. I’m here as just me.”

“How can you be so kind after I’ve hurt you all these years?” he asks, completely stupefied. 

“I came to the conclusion that you didn’t intend to hurt me.” you shrug,  “When you chose to be with other people, it wasn’t because you didn’t like me or wanted to spite me. It was because of things outside of our relationship: the familial pressure, the control and so on.”

“If it was just the two of us, you wouldn’t spite me. You have no reason to.” you add softly. He finally reaches out to hold you. His hands are not too warm or calloused. His fingers are slender and his grip firm.

Gojo is moved beyond words. He’s used to receiving attention and affection, but always in exchange for something: his time, his body, his power. You’ve never asked any of that. You give yourself unconditionally with all the tenderness you could spare, asking nothing in return.

What is this feeling? Hope? Redemption? Vindication? Whatever it is, it pushed him to look at you, quelling the sob rising in his chest.

How far you’ve both come. How far you have left to go.

After the meal, he insists on cleaning up. He turns to you when he’s done. You’ve passed out with your hand on the table. It’s been a long day.

Gojo shuffles through the nearby rooms for some clean blankets. He drapes one over your shoulders and readies to turn off the light in the kitchen. Right before he leaves, he catches a glance at you. He goes back to get another blanket and pulls out the chair in front of you and closes his eyes. He has a lot of time to make up for.

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[ikroah]

The strangest gal I ever had never happy ‘less she’s mad. Oh, I got a woman mean as she can be, sometimes I think she’s almost mean as me. —“Mean Woman Blues,” Elvis Presley (1957)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #16 - Crimson Caravan

Collaborative Issue! Guest Artist: Esseress

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Notes / Original Pencils / Transcript:

Notes:

Girls’ night! Girls’ night!

I want this issue to speak for itself so I’m going to cut right to gratuitously thanking our latest guest artist, Esseress, who did a completely phenomenal on these five pages. We’ve been working on it for a long time and I’m over the moon to finally bring it to you now on this blog. I love writing this comic, and I loved doing the lettering and composition for it, but my goodness do I love Esse’s art. It was a real privilege to have that art as part of It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’, especially since the artist was such an immaculately pleasant collaborator. If you’re reading this, thank you again for such a fun project (and talking about Naruto with me lol).

Original Pencils (click for full size):

This issue was one of my most fun composition challenges yet because something that you want to avoid in comics as much as possible, I think, is talking heads. You want to avoid shots that are static, overly repetitive, and uninteresting. Now the challenge is, how do you do that when your whole comic takes place in a small storeroom and is nothing but a conversation between two characters?

Playing with angles and expressions, and using repetition intentionally with the percussive referent of Agnes cutting into the floorboards, made for some really suspenseful page layouts that complemented the script in a major way. I’m especially proud of the third page, with its quick cutaway to the exterior of the office and the cutting continuing beneath Agnes’ dialogue. Also, did you notice that you only ever see Agnes’ left side this issue? You never get to look her in the eye this issue, and given how cagey she’s acting, that evasiveness was an intentional compositional choice. It was satisfying to pull off, but hear me, it took a lot of planning in the thumbnail stage to pull off well.

The other fun challenge of this issue was lighting. When you’re in a closet a night and don’t want to be seen, how do you see? The delightful answer was to have Agnes actually use that damn flashlight she wears on her shoulder; attentive readers will notice that this is the second time she’s used it in the comic, with the first time being back in Boulder City at the end of Volume 1. Hmm…guys, I wonder if it’s a bad omen that she only seems to turn it on when she’s about to commit or assist in a murder…

Speaking of lighting! One last fun hiccup about this issue was the final page. The script I wrote called for it to transition from night to morning between the first and second panels, but in a case of unforeseen and magnitudinous pedanticism, it was while coordinating the lighting on that page with Esse that I looked up the actual time of sunrise in the Mojave Desert for the time of year this issue takes place, which is November 5th if you’re curious. Turns out the sun shouldn’t be rising until after 7:00 AM, which hardly makes McLafferty the exceptionally early riser her planner says she is. That’s not to say it’s actually 7:00 AM in the comic…go ahead and play the CinemaSins ding for the wrong sunrise time, or whatever. And it’s not like any of you would have known or cared if I didn’t say anything! It was just too weird of a writing quirk to not bring up. The lesson, folks, is to always remember your temporality when writing. It’ll help you sleep a lot easier.

Transcript:

EXT. CRIMSON CARAVAN, night. The lights are out and everyone in the caravan compound have retired to their barracks for the night. From inside one of the compound buildings comes a soft sound.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

INT. CRIMSON CARAVAN OFFICE. AGNES SANDS is bent over on the floor of a storeroom, carving into the wooden floor with her bootknife. ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY leans against the door behind her.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: So…have you ever killed anyone before?

AGNES continues cutting into the floor without looking at CASS as she speaks.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: And I don’t mean a raider or fiend or something, nothing in self-defense. I mean in cold blood.

CASS: You mean like you killed those Khans?

(NOTE: *IKROAH #14—Lou.)

CASS: Hmmm…no, I guess I haven’t. When it comes to bloody vengeance just for myself…

CASS: …be gentle, it’s my first time.

AGNES doesn’t react to CASS’ joke. CASS becomes equally serious.

CASS: …I’d imagine this ain’t your first rodeo, the way you asked.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: I mean…this Benny guy, in Vegas. When we catch him, which notch on your blood-spattered bedpost is he?

AGNES stops cutting into the floor, raising her knife. CASS’s expression tightens with concern. The silence is uncomfortable.

AGNES: Second.

CASS: Oh, thank God.

AGNES: What?

CASS: No offense, but the way you got all serious, I worried for a second you might be some kind of serial killer nutjob.

AGNES: No, no, I’m sorry. I was just…thinking. I really know how to meet the wrong men, apparently.

CASS (smiling): Dead men, right?

AGNES frowns. Her knife plunges back into the wooden floor.

SFX: SKRITCH, SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: Wanna talk about it?

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: Not like we have anything else to do.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH… 

AGNES: I really don’t.

CASS: Fine. That said, though, I did imagine this whole revenge thing being a bit more…exciting. Can’t say I like being stuck in a closet.

AGNES (smirking): You get used to it.

CASS: Why, though? You picked the lock to her fucking office like a cheap office toy. Why not break into her barracks and we shoot the bitch now?

AGNES: First, because that’s a great way to get us both killed.

AGNES keeps cutting as she speaks, deeper and deeper into the floor.

AGNES: Second, you want her to know it was you, so we have to get her awake and alone.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: Third, her planner on her desk confirmed what I already suspected—that she’s an early riser—so we’ll see her sooner rather than later, while the rest of the company is still asleep.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: Fourth, we want to send a message to everyone else. So it has to be at least a little spectacular.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH...

CASS: Oh…you’ve really thought this through.

SFX: SKRIT-

AGNES stops cutting. She slowly lifts her knife out of the floor.

AGNES: Yeah.

CASS: Where’d a medic get so good at murder?

AGNES rises from bending over the floor to a kneeling position, turning back towards CASS and frowning.

CASS: Sorry. You probably don’t want to talk about that, either.

AGNES: Maybe another time. For now…

AGNES leans back, kneeling over an intricate cross-hatch, about three feet in radius, of deep cuts and gouges into the floorboards in front of her.

AGNES: …just trust me.

EXT. CRIMSON CARAVAN. Night turns to early morning, and ALICE McLAFFERTY, the boss of the caravan, walks up the steps of her office and enters.

AGNES (from inside, whispering): Alright. Now. Quickly.

From inside her office, a door is kicked open.

SFX: DTHUMP

ALICE: What the hell, who are you—!?

CASS: Rose of Sharon goddamn Cassidy, of Cassidy fucking Caravans, you bitch!

ALICE: No, you’re—

SFX: KABLAM

The sound of a shotgun going off in the middle of the compound wakes up the whole caravan. Crows scatter from the courtyard while guards start rushing towards the office door.

AGNES: Alright, now let’s go! Shoot the floor here where I—

SFX: KABLAM

The guards close in on the office while wooden shrapnel falls from a new hole in the floorboards of the office, and AGNES and CASS drop through to the ground outside, and crawl away from the caravan guards under the hut just as they reach the McLAFFERTY’s front door.

[pumpkinpot]

Can I get an aizawa x reader where he has a thigh kink, like as he goes down on her he wants to basically be crush by them and also thigh fucking😶

OH MY GODS hello! Thank you for being my first request. I can absolutely do that. I have to admit, though I adore Aizawa, I've never wrote for him so.... I'm sorry if its not fantastic the first couple rounds. Also, I did not get a proof reader just wrote it and left.

Jesus this ended up being longer than intended lol. Its also very him oriented. the reader is not played with as much in this one

TW: Sex. sub!Aizawa themes. Thigh asphyxiation kink. (breath play.)

Word out 1.3k

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His day was shit. No other way to put it. From children not cooperating to his higher ups demand he "control his students better," he had two goals. Go home and go the fuck to bed. But when he opened the door to his empty apartment the silence threatened to drown him.

You'd expressed many times that your home was open to him and that you'd even like to see him more when you he had time or energy. To solidify this you'd slipped him a key, that had remained untouched on his bedside table ever since.

It wasn't that he didn't want to use it more than anything he craved you but, it was a genuine case of time. you lived across town and it was hard to get away from work when he quite literally lived at his job. Plus, though he wouldn't admit it, he was afraid of boring you. Whenever he did have a second to himself it was often stolen by ungraded papers or a much needed coffee break.

You didn't deserve him to come over and work at your dining room table.

He stays at his place only long enough to swipe the key from the table and grab a snack bag. (a snack offering for you taking in his stray ass.)

*

You'd gotten the text, "can I come over?" thirty minutes ago and replied a bit too quickly for your liking. "yes, please."

You didn't intend to sound so needy but aside from the morning texts and occasional calls it had become nearly impossible to see each other recently.

A knock came to the front door, followed by a clink of his key in the lock. You tried to act as nonchalant as you could, laying on your sofa, flipping through a random book.

His fingers spread throughout your hair, scratching bit behind your ear. you were nearly positive that his is how he scratches his cats but shit, if this is the treatment they got from him on a regular basic get you some cat ears and a tail.

"Hey baby," you say lacing your fingers through his and planting a kiss on his wrist.

He responds with a kiss of his own, tapping your leg. You open to him as he nestles himself between your thighs.

"Long day?" you ask, pinning a stand of loose hair behind his ear. you practically feel the tension shimmy from his bones as he melts into you.

"Hmhm," is all he says. Your thighs are bare the only part of you covered by a pair of kitten printed panties and one of his tee shirts he'd left for you. "thank you for letting me come over."

It wasn't a favor. You needed this as much as he did, but that was going to stay behind closed lips for now. "Of course my love."

Pulling your right thigh over his shoulder, he closed his eyes, burring himself deeper into your touch.

He taps a finger on the curve of your hips so you lift your butt, his hands sliding across the swell of your ass before you melt back down.

Massaging lightly where your thigh meets the curve of your butt, your hips lazily grind against his chest in a slow row.

The act, though as innocent as it might have began is steadily heats a need in him.

A pang of guilt cools him down like ice. This wasn't why he came here. He didn't come to get off and not see you again for a month, but fuck the way he fit between your legs had his mind wandering to what it might feel like to-

The thought is cut by the long intentional grid you give this time your hand never leaving the base of his hair.

where you-

"what are you reading?" He fishes, looking up at your distracted gaze.

You'd reread the same sentence at least a dozen time trying to distract yourself from a need growing in your belly. He didn't come here to be used as a sex toy. It was the first time he'd used your key and the last thing you wanted was to make him thing that' s all you wanted. Plus, He's probably tired. "Nothing important."

Shota takes the vague answer as a slight invitation to distract you, as much as you'll allow him.

the pads of his fingers dig grooves into your ass as he gives one, two, three kisses to the tops of your thigh, working his way down your hip.

The leg still over his shoulder flexes instinctually and you feel the heat break.

He pulls your other thigh up, wrapping his hand just below your knees. you give a playful squeeze. He squeeze's with you, a silent plea for more pressure. You give a half flex, his breath hitching.

A long sigh follows before his eyes find yours. He passes a glance between you and your discarded book a smile dancing along his lips. "you ready to give me attention?"

You opt out of giving an answer, instead, pulling your heels together behind him and giving another halfhearted grip. He sucks in a breath ready for the asphyxiation, but you release too soon and the air gets caught in his throat.

"oh, you," he bites down on the thick of your thigh, "little tease."

You smile a wicked thing his want to be viced between your legs evident by his needy fingers digging into your skin and heavy breathing, waiting for any moment for you to take the air away from him.

"Feeling needy baby?" you say, brushing hair from his forehead. you hug your thighs together only to readjust your seated position.

He pants again, eyes betrayed by your lack of follow through to end his shit via your thighs.

"I-I," he starts, but you break the sentence with a full engagement of your leg muscles, his mouth falling open into a pleading O.

you release after a few seconds. "Show me." you demand.

He unclenches his left hand, tapping on your thigh. A tell tell sign he needs a release for air.

"You do want more?" you ask.

He nods, leaving kisses down your thighs. "yes."

"yes what?"

"Yes, please."

Shota pulls his knees under his planting on all fours. with your permission he unzips himself starting off slowly against his shaft, with a loose grip.

Due to his hero costume Shota had to get used to slight asphyxiation pretty early on, but he can nearly picture the exact moment he realized he liked it, and believe it or not, It had nothing to do with scarf. It looked a lot like right now actually. He was actively being chocked out be a villain's thighs during a rouge patrol night and though it wasn't the best of circumstances he had been looking for a safe way to experiment with this feeling ever since. That's when he found you.

Propped on either side of his head the gradual intensity of your muscles vising him as him gripping himself harder. He allows his tongue to lull out, saliva dripping down your leg and pooling on your panties.

you feel the shake of his hand pumping faster and faster, his release nearing. As you feel his movements begin to stutter you flex one last time before releasing your hold.

His vision blurs at the corners as the rush of his orgasm tears through him followed by air in his lungs. his fingers tingle the cum seeping from his feeling like a jot of light energy forcing him to slightly buck his hips.

He decorates the back of your legs, coming up onto his knees to pump through the crease in your thighs, riding out the high.

He doesn't mean to hold his breath and doesn't realize he's doing so until you pull him down to you and whisper, "breath," into his ear.

He releases a shaky breath hand massaging the back of your thigh and he kneads the cum over your skin.

"I-," he breaths into your neck. "I want more."

you pull your legs around his hip, pushing his cock to rub against your saliva soaked panties.

"Then take more baby."

[kurokoros]

avarice | kuroo

Rated: M

Words: 6.7K

Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: The lingerie you’re wearing is all delicate lace and shiny bows, just begging for him to unwrap you like a present. And he supposes that’s exactly what you are: a little toy for him to play with.

AN: A very happy birthday to Kuroo. As for everyone else... I’m sorry lol Also sorry for any mistakes/typos! I wrote like 4K of this fic today, and I just don’t want to edit tonight.

Warnings: smut, cock worship (?) oral (giving) blowjobs, face-fucking, deepthroating, swallowing, lingerie/formalwear, pet play (use of “pet”, cat ears, and... a tail), anal play, double penetration, teasing (kuroo’s kind of a bastard in this ngl), dirty talk (praise/degradation), biting, light bondage, mild choking, hair-pulling, spanking, rough sex, orgasm control, minor overstimulation, creampie

There’s just something about seeing you in lingerie that Kuroo loves.

And the set you’re wearing now might just be his new favorite. It’s a recent addition to your collection, bought especially for tonight, and he can’t help but stare, eyes roaming over you slowly. Cherry red silk is a vibrant pop of color against your skin, contrasted beautifully with black lace that looks soft to the touch. Sheer, black stockings cling to your thighs. But it’s the garter belt that makes him pause, makes his fingers itch to tug on the strap and let it snap back against your skin just to hear one of those slutty little squeaks comes tumbling out of your pretty mouth. Soft, fluffy cat ears are perched on the top of your head as an added bonus, a treat that took just a little coaxing. Something about them made you surprisingly shy, but that only made him want to ruin you more.

And now look at you? The lingerie you’re wearing is all delicate lace and shiny bows, just begging for him to unwrap you like a present. And he supposes that’s exactly what you are: a little toy for him to play with.

Oh, but he’s going to make you feel good, too. He always does.

Kuroo leans back in his chair, watching as you fidget under his heated stare, wet and needy. Your thighs rub together as you kneel on the floor, trying to ignore the cold, hard bite of the floor beneath you. Already, you’re practically squirming for him, and he hasn’t even touched you yet, content to draw things out until you’re practically begging. It’s raw anticipation that has you trembling, your stomach in knots and your breathing uneven.

It’s unfair, how relaxed he is in comparison. Perfectly at ease while you’ve been reduced to a mess. The only thing keeping you still is the promise of your patience being rewarded.

Aware of your eyes on him, Kuroo shifts in his own seat, spreading his legs wider just to tease you. And you fall for it, unable to stop your gaze from dropping to his muscled thighs and the outline of his cock straining against his slacks. Amusement flickers in his eyes when you force yours back to his face, but he doesn’t reprimand you.

“Come here, kitten,” he says, beckoning you forward with one hand. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth when you do as you’re told, and you shiver under the look he sends you. Gold eyes latch onto the gentle sway of your hips as you crawl across the short distance to him, greedy and possessive in the way they trace your curves, drinking in every inch of your bare skin.

As soon as you’re within reach, he grasps your chin between his fingers and thumb, tilting your head to meet his eyes. You lean into his touch as he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, sighing. But Kuroo doesn’t linger there. He loosens his grip on your jaw. The tips of his fingers brush against you sweetly before he shifts his touch, tracing the curve of your neck.

One of his fingers slips beneath the choker wrapped around your throat, tugging you forward. The bell around your neck jingles, and your breath hitches, but you let him pull you closer. Kuroo leads you towards him until your hands are braced on his spread thighs, dangerously close to his cock.

He pulls harder on the choker, incessant. The soft velvet digs into your neck, and you gasp. The bell jingles again as Kuroo flicks it lazily, sending the tiny ball pattering against your sensitive skin. You shudder as the cold steel teases your throat, contrasting with the heat of his hand. For a second, he toys with the bell, rolling his thumb over it as he stares down at you, gaze predatory.  

Letting go of the collar, Kuroo rubs his thumb against your cheek affectionately, that avarice glint in his eyes never disappearing.

“What a good girl,” he says as you melt into his touch. Your eyes flutter shut briefly, relishing in the gentle touch, but knowing it won’t last. Forcing your gaze back to his, you’re unsurprised to be met with his own mischievous one. He taps his fingers against the underside of your jaw. One at a time. A slow, steady rhythm. He stares at you a little longer, head cocked to one side as if contemplating something. “No,” he muses, “My good little pet.”

The last word is sneered mockingly, and you squeeze your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to soothe the needy ache between your legs. Those pretty, lacy panties he bought you are beyond ruined already. Drenched in your arousal. Slick drips down your inner thighs, soaking into the tops of your stockings.

Kuroo grabs you by the jaw again. His fingers dig into you harshly, making you wince. “Are you gonna behave for me, kitten?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe back to him, response automatic. His firm tone and harsh grip demand your attention. And you know you should focus on what he’s saying, but you can’t stop your gaze from dropping to his cock. Just for a second. Foolishly thinking he won’t notice—he always does. It takes a moment too long for you to catch yourself, but it’s too late. Both of you know you’ve made a mistake.

The fingers gripping your chin force your head back up. Amusement flashes in his eyes as soon as your gaze snaps back up to meet his, more malicious than playful. “You that desperate to choke on my cock that you’re ignoring me?” There’s a warning laced in that question. Either way you answer, you’ll be in trouble. But that’s exactly what he wants. It’s all part of the game. “Greedy little slut. Go ahead then, if you want it that bad.” He pats his thigh, directing your gaze back down to his crotch.

To someone else it might seem like an invitation, but you know better. It’s a command.

Still on your knees, you shuffle forward until the chair he’s sitting on is pressed up against your abdomen. The hard wood digs into you, cold and uncomfortable, but Kuroo is warm beneath your hands. Your fingers tremble as they slide over his inner thighs. The feeling of your palms rubbing over the firm muscle beneath his dark pants makes him hum, and you bite your lip at the quiet noise.

His belt jingles as it comes undone, metal and leather falling apart until the deft work of your fingers. Kuroo huffs a laugh as you tug a little too eagerly on his zipper, yanking it down roughly, but he doesn’t stop you from pulling his cock from the confines of his slacks.

A low groan rumbles in his chest as your cool fingers wrap around the base of his cock. Kuroo spreads his legs wider, giving you more room to work as you stroke him slowly, tracing your finger along the prominent vein running along his dick. Your grip tightens the way he likes it, and your thumb circles the flushed tip, smearing the pre-cum already leaking from the slit.

He watches through half-lidded eyes as your hand slides back down his shaft and you start to lean in, breath fanning over his cock. Kuroo lifts his hand from where it was resting lazily on his thigh, reaching for you instead. He’s careful not to dislodge the fluffy ears from the top of your head as he strokes your hair away from your face.

The slightest amount of pressure is applied to the back of your head, pulling you in closer. The suggestion of a choice when there isn’t one.

Willingly, you allow him to drag you down to his lap. You take the head of his cock into your mouth without hesitation, humming as the heavy weight of it settles against your tongue. The wet muscle swirls around him slowly, tasting him, and Kuroo makes an approving sound in the back of his throat. Briefly, he leans his head back and closes his eyes as you bob your head just a little, sucking on the head. As he pets your hair encouragingly, you lean in, taking him further into your wet mouth, like he’s wordlessly telling you to do. Deft fingers weave through your hair as you swallow around him.

Taking half of his length into your mouth, you tease your tongue against the underside of his cock before pulling away again. You’re rewarded with a low groan from the man above you. He tugs at your hair as you pick up a slow, steady rhythm, taking your time as you suck him off. Teasing him, though you know it’ll only get you in trouble.

The thought has your thighs rubbing together as subtly as you can manage, a surge of heat rushing to your neglected pussy. It isn’t subtle enough. Or maybe he’s just to clever to miss it. Either way, Kuroo’s catlike eyes easily notice the way you’re squirming.

A needy whimper vibrates around his cock, and Kuroo scoffs condescendingly.

He rubs the pad of his thumb against the corner of your mouth. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, swallowing around him again, and he can feel the tremble of your tongue against the underside of his cock. “You like sucking me off that much?” he asks, cupping your jaw in his hand. Kuroo can’t help but think how pretty you look like this, on your knees for him with your lips wrapped around his thick cock. Only half of his dick is in shoved into your mouth and you’re already struggling to take him. He can’t wait to watch you choke on him. “I bet you’re so wet already, kitten. Just from having my dick stuffed down your throat. Such a little slut for a nice, fat cock.”

You squeeze your legs together tighter, feeling hot under his gaze. The belittling words hit you in your chest, and you moan around him. It only makes him more smug. Suddenly, you want to wipe that smirk off his face. Consequences be damned.

Before you can stop yourself, you surge forward, catching him off guard as you relax your jaw and take him deeper into your mouth. Nearly choking yourself on his cock. You struggle, gagging around him, but force yourself to stay like that as Kuroo throws his head back with a groan. As his eyes start to flutter shut, you pull back until only the head of his cock is left in your mouth. You glance up at Kuroo again, purposely swirling your tongue around him before you suck.

“Fuck.” His free hand grasps the arm of the chair with a vice grip, knuckles white from the pressure. Kuroo pulls your hair a little harder, making you whine around him. Forcing his eyes open again, he catches sight of the pleased, almost smug, look in your eyes a second before you can hide it from him. His grip shifts in your hair, and you yelp as he yanks you back. His cock slides out of your mouth with a lewd, wet sound. You gasp for breath, wincing at the sting in your scalp.

“Brat,” he hisses between his teeth, gold eyes narrowed dangerously. He lets go of your hair only to grab your jaw. His fingers dig into you, his grip bruising, and you whimper as he forces your mouth open. Like earlier, his thumb rubs against your cheek, but this time there’s nothing sweet about it. “If you’re gonna suck my cock, suck it right.”

The hand on your jaw yanks you forward impatiently, and you try not to gag as he shoves his cock into the back of your throat. Your fingers dig into his thighs. Tears well in your eyes. Your lips are wrapped around him obscenely, your nose just barely brushing against his abdomen. An ache forms in your jaw, the stretch catching you off guard.

He groans as your throat constricts around him, and you whimper as he holds you there. Kuroo slips his fingers into your hair, letting you slide partway off his cock as you gasp and sputter, only to drag you forward again, forcing you to choke on him. The rough treatment only makes you wetter.

“Come on, kitten, none of that.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away a tear as it slips down your cheek. You’re making a mess of his lap, saliva dribbling around his cock and staining the front of his pants. “What’s wrong?” Kuroo’s tone is mocking as starts to buck his hips, fucking your mouth. “I thought you wanted to choke on my cock?”

You grasp desperately at his thighs for something to hold onto as Kuroo grabs a fistful of your hair and starts to drag your mouth up and down on his cock. The pace he sets is fast and harsh. On your head, the car ears shift, but don’t slip, somehow staying in place despite his roughness. Filthy, wet noises punctuate each thrust, and Kuroo seems to feed off the sounds you make around his dick, moans muffled as you choke. The bell around your neck jingles with each thrust.

He’s using you just like a little toy. His pretty pet. Disciplining you for being disobedient earlier.

You think you’re getting off on it more than him, being punished like this. Arousal swirls in your belly, but there’s nothing to soothe the ache between your legs. You’re empty and needy, and Kuroo’s going to keep you like that until you’re begging and crying for him to touch you.

Through teary eyes, you peek up at him, finding Kuroo already staring down at you. Something in your expression sets him off. Your eyes hazy and wet, pupils blown wide with arousal. Spit leaking around his cock from your stretched mouth and swollen lips. “Shit.” He groans when you swallow around him, your throat starting to relax as he fucks your mouth. His thighs tense under your hands, muscles taut. Kuroo grits his teeth, grunting. His pace stutters, his cock twitching against your tongue. You swallow again, sucking, and his grip on your hair tightens until it hurts.

Kuroo yanks you down on him, stuffing his cock down your throat and cumming in your mouth with a low, satisfied moan. You have no choice but to swallow it down, sputtering and choking as he fills your mouth.

The hand grasping your hair drags you back slowly, Kuroo hissing at the sensitivity as you give his cock one last suck before it bobs free. You gasp as soon as his dick leaves your mouth, taking in a greedy gulp of air. Much gentler than before, Kuroo strokes the back of your head, petting you as you catch your breath. He tugs his fingers free of your hair, cupping your jaw instead, and you lean into his warm hand as he rubs your cheek.

His free hand pats his thigh, a gesture that you recognize. The grip you have on his legs is the only thing holding you steady as you rise on shaking legs and crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Kuroo wraps his arm around your lower back, pulling you flush against his chest. You curl into him, soaking in his affection. Saliva and cum smear against your skin as his cock rubs against your inner thigh, still hard and hot beneath you. Kuroo hisses at the sensitivity, gritting his teeth.

Some of his cum slips from the corner of your mouth, dribbling towards your chin. Kuroo catches the milky fluid on his thumb before it can drip and make a mess. He presses the digit to your lips. Knowing what he wants, you part your lips for him, greedily taking his finger into your warm, wet mouth and sucking slowly.

“That’s it,” he coos at you as your tongue swirls around the tip of his finger. “You did so good for me, kitten. Such a good girl.” You give his finger one more suck before he pulls the digit from your mouth with a wet pop and goes back to cradling your cheek in his palm. “I bet you think you deserve a reward for that, don’t you?”

He tilts your head to the side, exposing more of your delicate neck and the collar around your throat. It looks even better up close. His shifts his hand from your jaw to the side of your neck, long fingers curling around your throat. The threat of him squeezing makes your breath hitch, but he only slips a finger beneath the velvet lining and rubs. The bell makes another soft sound.

Kuroo’s mouth finds the soft skin of your neck as you raise your trembling hands to the front of his jacket, grounding yourself against him. He kisses just under your jaw, nipping at you. It doesn’t hurt, but his teeth surprise you, and you mewl as his sucks and nibbles at that spot. Once he’s satisfied with the mark he’s made, Kuroo leans back. Cold air is blown over your wet skin, and you flinch, making him chuckle before he moves lower.

It doesn’t take long for him to find your sweet spot. Whimpering, you tilt your head further to the side, giving him more room. An appreciative hum vibrates against you, and you whisper a breathy, “Please.”

A pause. “Please what?” he asks, grabbing your hips to still you as you try to grind down against him. You huff, squirming, and he smacks the outside of your thigh as a warning. “Come on, kitten, use your words.”

“Please, sir,” you repeat, correcting yourself with a whimper. “I need you.” It’s a weak attempt to get him to touch you, but you’re too distracted by his mouth on your neck to form another sentence. Too horny to think about anything else but his cock stretching you out as he fucks you from behind.

Humming to himself, Kuroo rolls his hips against your leg, rubbing his cock against your inner thigh. “I think you can do better than that,” he says after a moment. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Frustrated and painfully aroused, you can’t help but snap at him. “You know what I want.”

This time he bites you. Hard. His teeth dig into the side of your neck until you wince, flinching away from the sting. But Kuroo forces you to take it until the pain makes you moan. His hands squeeze your hips, holding them in place so you can’t squirm away. The lick of pain turns to pleasure, and he only lets you go when your back arches and your breathing gets heavy.

“You gonna keep acting like a fucking brat?” The evenness of his tone is betrayed by a firm edge that makes your cunt clench around nothing.

You shake your head, frustrated tears burning in your eyes. Any other time he would make you answer him verbally, but the sight of your watery eyes makes him soften.

He coos at you, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips as he kisses your temple. “I know, kitten,” he murmurs. “You want me to fuck you nice and hard, don’t you? Stuff you full of my cock and cum until you can’t take any more. That’s what you want. And I’ll give you all of it. But I wanna hear you beg first.”

As he speaks, he rubs his hands over your thighs, flirting with the hem of your stockings before slipping a finger beneath the strap of your garter belt. You cry out when he lets it snap against your skin, finally giving him one of those slutty little squeaks he’s been waiting for all night. He thinks about doing it again. Maybe you’ll cry out his name this time if he does. Beg like he wants you to. But there’s something else his fingers are itching to do.

You jerk when his hands slide around to grope your ass, spreading you apart from behind. Your cheeks burn with heat, embarrassed, and it doesn’t take long for him to figure out why.

Soft fur brushes against his fingers, and he smirks as it tickles the back of his hand. How he didn’t notice it before, he isn’t sure. Maybe he was just too distracted by the way your lips wrapped around his cock to notice the fluffy tail dangling behind you.

You gasp as he gives it an experimental tug, jostling the plug buried in your ass. Kuroo chuckles when you bury your face in the crook of his neck, mewling and pressing your breasts up against his chest as you clench your fingers in the front of his suit. With you curling into his chest in embarrassment, he can see over your shoulder, getting a good look at the black tail that’s a perfect match for those cute cat ears he gave you the other day.

Keeping one hand on your ass, he spreads your cheeks wider. His other hand wraps around the base of the tail, stroking it all the way to the tip, marveling at it. Silky fur tickles the backs of your thighs as he lets it drop, and you moan, grinding down against his lap desperately.

He lets you get away with it, for now, enthralled with the new toy that’s making you feel so, so good. “What’s this?” Kuroo asks rhetorically, tugging on the plug a little harder. The amused lilt to the question only mortifies you, but the humiliation is outweighed by excitement. “I knew you were kinky baby, but fuck. Can’t say I was expecting this.” He slaps your ass, watching you clench around the toy. “That feel good?”

“Yes,” you mewl, response muffled against his neck. The plug in your ass is long and blunt. Slightly curved in a way that fits you perfectly. It doesn’t fill you up like his cock, only making you more desperate to have him inside you, too. Kuroo presses his thumb against the base, and you make a needy, intelligible sound, practically dripping all over his lap.

The pad of his thumb rubs against your stinging cheek. “You really are my good little pet, huh?” He bites back a hiss as you unintentionally grind against his cock. “Such a naughty slut. Is my cock not enough for you? Need something stretching out that cute ass of yours, too?”

Half-drunk on his words, you only nod deliriously. You’ll agree to just about anything right now if it’ll get him to do something. You press your lips against his neck, kissing and nibbling at the bare skin within your reach.

“I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with that plug inside you,” he says as you fumble with the buttons on his jacket. You huff, giving up, and he smirks as you rip open his suit. A button snags and pops off, falling to the floor, but he doesn’t stop you from shoving his jacket over his shoulders. You only get more frustrated when the fabric catches, the back of the chair blocking you. Giving up, you turn your attention back to his neck, sucking just above the collar of his shirt. “You’re gonna look so pretty whining around my cock, begging me to fuck you harder.”

There are still too many layers between you. He picked a three-piece suit just to torture you with it. Your hands slide down his chest and tug at the buttons you come across, unsure if it’s his shirt or vest, but simply not caring. All you want is to feel his skin against yours.

“Tetsu,” you mewl as he gives the tail another firm tug, pulling just enough for the thickest part of the plug to stretch you out again. He lets your use of his name slip, for now. After all, you’ve been so good for him so far. His pretty little pet. There’ll be plenty of time to punish you for it later. And he knows exactly how he’s going to do it.

“Please, please. I want you to fuck me,” you babble, only half-aware of the words coming out of your mouth. “I want your cock inside me. Please, Tetsu, I want you so bad. It hurts.”

The needy tone of your voice goes right to his throbbing cock. Kuroo places his hand against your bare back, trailing his fingers over the dip of your spine all the way to the back of your neck. You squeal as he fists his hand in your hair and yanks you away from his neck.

“Bed. Now.” The words are bitten out around a harsh kiss. He smacks the outside of your thigh, and you slide off of his lap onto trembling legs, barely able to hold yourself up. Gold eyes pierce through you as you take a step back. You turn on your heel at the stern look he sends you, stumbling forward with a yelp as Kuroo slaps your ass harder than before. The sting lingers.

He’s on his feet a second later, following you to the bed much slower. Kuroo drops his jacket at the foot of the chair, and his vest is shrugged off before he’s halfway across the room. As you crawl onto the bed, he rips at the buttons of his black dress shirt, revealing his bare chest to your wandering eyes. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, his strong forearms tense.

You settle onto your hands and knees, ready to bend over before he can tell you to. He loves seeing you with your ass in the air, your face buried against the blankets in an attempt to muffle your moans and sobs as he fucks your pretty pussy.

You’re trembling with anticipation by the time he reaches you, but Kuroo doesn’t climb onto the bed yet. Instead, he grasps your chin in his palm, tugging you to face him and drawing you in for another passionate kiss that makes you feel dizzy. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away, nipping at you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he mumbles against your lips. Pressing another fleeting kiss to your mouth, Kuroo shifts his grip to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper. He takes a step back, letting you go. In one fluid move, he hooks fingers around the knot at the base of his throat and yanks off his tie. The crimson fabric dangles from his fingers, and he toys with the end of it.

Kuroo crawls onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reaches for your hips, rubbing his thumbs against you before moving to your waist. A firm palm against your lower back makes you arch for him. Like before, he lets his palm slide against your spine until his fingers wrap around the back of your neck and force you down on the bed. Your cheek is pressed against the blankets, and you’re able to crane your head just enough to see him looming over you.

Slowly, he twists the tie in his free hand, keeping you pinned down with the other. There’s a dark look in his eyes, predatory, like he’s a cat and you’re the mouse he’s finally caught, trapped beneath him and helpless. You’re right where he wants you to be, ready and waiting for him to toy with you until you’re sobbing his name and begging for him to fuck your cunt.

He rolls his hips against your ass, grinding his cock against your dripping slit through your panties. He bumps against the plug stretching your ass, driving it deeper inside you, and you make the most pathetic little moan as you try to rock back against him.

Letting go of your neck, he grabs your wrist off the mattress beside your head and wrenches it behind your back. You aren’t prepared for the stretch, and you wince as he pins your arm against the small of your back. Before you can figure out what he’s doing, he already has a hold of your other arm.

The fabric of his tie is cool against your wrists as he ties your arms behind your back.

As you tug uselessly at the knot, Kuroo leans back to look at you. A low groan makes you bite your lip. Kuroo spreads you apart from behind, nudging your thighs apart with his knee to get a good look at your slit. “You’re soaked, kitten,” he says, reaching between your legs and rubbing his fingers against your panties. Your hips buck as he presses against your clit, circling your sensitive nerves and giving you just a taste of what you want before he takes it away.

“No!” You gasp as he shuffles back, hot touch leaving your neglected cunt. “Please, Tetsu, don’t stop.”

Despite your begging, his hands fall still against your hips. Idly, he toys with the cute bows holding the sides of your panties together. His fingers feel like they’re branding you every time they brush against your skin, his touch hot enough to make your toes curl. You struggle against the binding around your wrists again, but they don’t budge.

“You know, that’s the second time you’ve used my name tonight.” With a single tug, your panties come apart under his clever fingers. The ruined lingerie drops to the bed between your knees, revealing your soaked cunt to the cool air. You stiffen, but not from the cold. Kuroo moves his hands back to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and carefully shifting the tail out of the way. This time, he gets a good look at your dripping pussy, slick dripping down your thighs now that your underwear is gone. One finger dips between your legs and runs through your wetness before he taps your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You swallow down a moan as he plays with your puffy bundle of nerves. “I thought you knew better than that,” Kuroo continues after a long pause.

Suddenly, he slaps your clit. You squeal, flinching away from the dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Maybe I should leave you like this for being such a brat earlier,” he muses, smirking as he hears your breath get caught in your throat. You choke on a whimper, wanting to beg him not to, but unable to find the right words. “Oh, you didn’t think I’d let you get away with that, did you, kitten? No, you need to be punished for being disobedient.” This time, he slaps your inner thigh, rubbing the tender spot for just a second. “What do you say I leave you here, tied up and dripping all over the bed like the horny little slut you are, desperate for a cock to fill you up?” He chuckles as you shake your head. “I like the sound of that.”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, voice cracking.

He drags his fingers along the curve of your ass. “You’re sorry…?” he repeats, trailing off.

You wet your lips. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s better.” He grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he grinds his cock against your slit. The tip drags over your clit with every roll of his hips, and you can’t help but shiver. “Now, beg me to fuck your pussy.”

Your lips move, but you can’t understand what comes tumbling out of your mouth. Whatever you say is enticing enough for him. Kuroo’s fingers dig into your ass, the head of his cock prodding at your soaked entrance. He shoves his dick inside of you roughly, slipping inside easily you’re so wet for him. You moan into the blankets as he stretches you out, thick cock filling you perfectly.

Kuroo swears as your pussy clenches around him. He holds your hips still, savoring the feeling of your warm, wet walls. The plug in your ass makes you even tighter than usual. The added pressure is fucking fantastic and filthy, and you’re shaking by the second thrust.

The pace he picks up is brutal, hard and fast. Kuroo drives his cock into you over and over, finding your sweet spot with every harsh roll of his hips. Every thrust causes his pelvis to smack against your ass, jostling the plug inside you. The fluffy tail tickles the back of your thigh, the ticklish sensation making you squirm. Your arms ache from being stuck behind you, but it only feeds into the tight knot of arousal in your lower belly.

You bury your face deeper in the blankets, smothering your gasps and moans. The bell on your collar keeps jingling, the tinkling muffled by the steady slap of his hips against your ass. You’ll have bruises by the time he’s done, but you don’t care, high off the pleasure he’s giving you.

Kuroo reaches around your chest to unhook your bra, tugging the scrap of lacy fabric down around your bound wrists to free your breasts. He leans over your back and slips his hand beneath you, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. A keening sound falls from your mouth. You arch your chest into his hand, pressing more of your smooth skin into his palm.

He doesn’t linger there for long, releasing your breast in favor of moving his hand to your throat and squeezing just enough for you to feel him there. He doesn’t try to choke you, but he steals your breath anyway. The light pressure around your neck and the slap of his hips against yours has you lightheaded.

You’re going to cum, you think, your cunt starting to clench around him. That coil in your belly is wound so tight you could cry, but he leaves you teetering on that razor thin edge of pleasure and pain, neglecting your swollen bundle of nerves and refusing to let you orgasm yet.

When you moan his name, Kuroo lets go of your throat. He slaps your ass, making you cry out even louder. Finally, he slips a hand between your spread legs. Your knees buckle when he strokes your clit. Your hips stop surging back to meet his thrusts, and your moans cut off abruptly. The stimulation makes your limbs twitch, your body going taut as your stomach starts to flip.

He pulls his hand away.

Your eyes snap open. “No,” you gasp, trying to roll your hips back against his as his cock stops moving inside you. “No, no, no, please, don’t stop,” you beg, eyes watering as the pleasure fades into a dull ache between your legs. “Please. I—” You cut off with a hiccup. Tears of frustration roll down your cheeks and soak into the mattress. Lips quivering, you can’t smother the sob that bubbles up in your throat.

Kuroo is right there to soothe you. “Shh, I know,” he murmurs, rubbing his hands over your thighs. “I know it hurts. But I needed to punish you somehow, kitten. You were so naughty before.” You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or not. His tone is soft. Almost sweet. But you can’t bring yourself to turn you head and check for a smirk.

He’s pushed you right to your limit and then some, and he knows it. “It’s okay,” he tells you, squeezing your hips as he rolls his hips, thrusting against you slowly. “Now, I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

Slow circles rub against your clit when you finally nod, mewling and arching your back for him. Kuroo’s pace picks up with every stroke of his thumb until he’s shoving his cock into your pussy at a brutal speed. He barely gives you a second to take a breath before he drives the air out of your lungs again.

It doesn’t take much for him to have you moaning beneath him. Little whimpers and mewls roll off your tongue as his cock thrusts against your sweet spot. You’re trembling all over again, adrenaline and arousal making you quiver. His breathing is ragged, and his thrusts grow uneven and rough as your pussy gets tighter around his cock, sucking him in deeper as he plays with your clit. He rolls it between his fingers, pinching your swollen nerves until you cry out his name.

His fingers wrap around your tail, and a moan tears from your chest as he pulls the plug partway out of your ass, forcing the widest part to stretch you before he lets go. The plug is shoved back inside of you as his hips slap against you, his cock and the plug slamming back into you at once.

The pad of his thumb presses against your clit just right, and your hips jerk against his as you squeal. At once, all of the tension in your body snaps. The breath is slammed from your lungs, and you tense beneath him, shaking as your orgasm rips through you. You clench around Kuroo’s cock and the plug stuffing your ass, and he moans as your slick walls grip him tightly.

Kuroo fucks you through your orgasm, his thrusts slowing, but not stopping. His finger stays on your clit, rubbing until the pleasure becomes too much and you try to get away. With one last resounding smack, Kuroo shoves his cock deep inside you, filling you with his cum.

Eventually, he pulls out and maneuvers you down onto the bed. You’re too spent to complain about his manhandling, pliant as he shifts you into a comfortable position. By the time you come to, he’s tugging the tie from your wrists and tossing it onto the floor. You wince as he eases the anal plug out of your ass and sets it aside. You squeeze your legs together, sticky fluid dribbling down your inner thighs as his cum starts to seep out of you.

Warm lips press against the back of your shoulder as your breathing begins to steady, your heart still racing in your chest. Boneless and exhausted, you sigh as Kuroo trails kisses all the way to your neck. His nose bumps against your necklace, jostling the little bell, and you giggle as his hair tickles you.

The heat of his breath fans over your face. “Okay?” Kuroo asks, pressing a sweet kiss to the underside of your jaw. You nod, lulled by the warmth of his body pressed against your back. He wraps his fingers around your wrist where his tie dug into you. “Good. You were such a good girl for me, kitten. You did such a good job,” he says, muttering praises against your skin with each gentle kiss. “Want me to clean you up?”

This time you shake your head. You wriggle your wrist from his palm and slip your fingers between his, anchoring yourself to him. “Five minutes?” you beg, too tired and sore to move just yet. It’ll only get worse if you stay like this, but you trust him to take care of you later. “Happy birthday.”

Kuroo laughs as he gives in to the demanding tug of your hand, finally resting move of his weight against you. It isn’t the dorky, belly laugh you’re used to, but it’s more soothing than cold, calloused way he chuckled before, and you relax.

“Thank you.” He kisses your forehead. “Best birthday present I could have gotten.”

A tiny grin pulls at your lips. “Was it the cat ears?” you ask, giggling as he tugs on one of them. How they’ve stayed attached to you this long is a mystery.

One of his arms slips beneath your stomach. He kisses your cheek this time. “They’re pretty cute on you. The tail was a surprise, too. Didn’t think you had it in you to be that naughty.” You can feel his lips quirk into a smile. “Makes me want to punish you again, kitten. Maybe this time I’ll make you cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

He’s only teasing, but the lewd image makes you squeeze your thighs together tighter. “You’re insatiable.”

“Can you blame me? I have such a pretty girl to take care of.”