#they don’t realize they are doing it it’s like the gag where a character bends down to tie their shoe right as something whizzes by overhea

[ambrosiagourmet]

In a world where both “long-life/short-life” and “party leader/party mage” relationships are both seen as very popular and common romances, Marcille & Laios are fighting for their lives w their undefined qpr thing. And I’m proud of them.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

A Proper Lesson.

teacher!daemon x student!rhaenyra

A/N: I don't usually do character x character fics but here's to smth new! Here's the reader version! This was a request so i hope you enjoy

TW: MAJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, spanking!, dacryphilia, bondage, no incest lol

word count: 1,488 words

It’s filthy, the way he thinks about her, the way he looks at her. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, and Rhaenyra is always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but she is perhaps looking for it. It could be why she never turns assignments in on time or why she spends more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing her homework. She’s just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows her father and he realizes how Rhaenyra gets away with everything, but he won’t let her behaviour slide any longer.

“Miss Targaryen, you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to her as the other students file out.

“Is there a problem, professor?” She asks innocently. 

He wants to say that the fact that he can see her nipples through her top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”

“I need an extension.”

“I hardly believe that.”

“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”

Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Viserys is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”

“I need a three day extension.” She gives him a condescending little smirk.

“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.

“I’m sure I will.” Rhaenyra smirks before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.

The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and she walks in without placing a physical copy on his desk. She’s dressed even sluttier today, her tits poking through her dress that barely covers her ass. He’s infuriated by it, by her.

“Miss Targaryen, I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants her to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”

“It’ll be ready Thursday.”

“I said you had to have it in today.”

“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” She smoothes out the ruffles on her dress before checking her nails. “Can I go now?” She asks in a bored tone.

“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative. 

“Excuse me?” She has the audacity to look insulted.

“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs her arm, pulling her to the desk. 

“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” She screeches before letting out a huff as she’s forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but she’ll hardly be able to break them.

“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs her wrists behind her back.

“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”

Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around her mouth to gag her. He keeps one hand on her upper back as he lifts her skirt. 

“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through her folds. Not quite wet yet.

He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how her eyes widen in fear. Does she think he’s going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on her ass. She yelps through the gag but Rhaenyra isn’t even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear her. He spanks her again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on her cheeks. He won’t be stopping until her whole ass is red. He spanks her again, and again, until her yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew she would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.

“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. She looks back at him with tears glistening in her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” She says softly.

“Are you?” He smacks her hard with the belt and she arches her back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” She takes too long to respond and he belts her again. Her poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between her thighs tells him she needed it. “Answer me.”

“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give her a few more harsh smacks. She whimpers at each one.

He pulls her by her hair back up to her feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

She obeys quickly, practically falling to her knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because she’s still cuffed and puts it to her lips. She sucks like her life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of her hair and starts fucking her mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from her eyes as she gags around him.

“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, Rhaenyra.” He commands before spilling on her tongue. She nearly chokes on it but swallows everything.

He pulls her up by her hair again and slaps her ass hard before pushing her back on the table.

“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” She breathes out.

“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives her a few seconds and she doesn’t move so Daemon shoves his cock into her tight cunt. She nearly screams but he grips her around her throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into her.

He brings his free hand down to pinch her clit while the hand around her throat prevents her from making any noises. When she finally calms down enough to be quiet, he lets go of her neck so he can use both hands to push her legs down into a mating press. She lets out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”

“No you can’t!” She squeals out as he pulls out. She begins to squirm so he flips her onto her tummy.

“I can fuck whatever hole I want.” 

He spanks her thighs a few times to punish her for complaining but it doesn’t stop her squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of her slick over her puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching her out as she kicks her feet and whines.

“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” She’s lucky she is all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into her ass, bottoming out right away.

“Ahh, ahh.” She whimpers as he thrusts into her. She hates how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts her by rubbing her clit.

“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into her deeper.

“I-m gonna… cu-m.” She manages to get out as he rubs her faster.

“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.” 

That triggers her instantly as she reaches her peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside her once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.

“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs her but she can barely stand. “You need to leave.”

She straightens out her dress but she has nothing to wipe the cum from between her legs. “But I need-” She starts.

“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving her a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”

Rhaenyra gulps and nods before picking up her things. Daemon gets the door for her and she nearly stumbles out of the room as he sends her off with one more smack on the ass.

[blueandbetaraptors]

🚨 Jurassic world sick fic is done. It’s not perfect but I think it’s good if you like short stories with action and vomiting… hehe..

Requested by @jurassicsickfics

Authors note: I don’t own any of these characters, I love Jurassic park/ world. This was just for fun. Pls let me know what yall think but also pls no hate

Claire had a long day ahead of her. The biggest thing she has today is a meeting with InGen, their new project was almost ready to go on exhibit at Jurassic world. They wanted to “up the wow factor” so they created the Indominus Rex. A lab created dinosaur, bigger than a T-Rex. Modified with other genes like velociraptor which gave it the ability to communicate with that species . The special part of this dinosaur was that it could camouflage due to the cuddlefish genes. Claire never liked the idea of a dinosaur being so advanced so she asked Owen Grady to come and check the stability of the cage. Owen was the head raptor trainer. He raised and trained velociraptors. His team consisted of Blue, the alpha, echo, charlie and delta. Claire trusted Owen and his judgement. After the meeting she had other stuff to do.

Claire quickly made herself a cup of coffee as she drove to the park. Realizing she forgot to eat she found a granola bar wedged between her seat and her console. Without thinking she opened up the wrapper and ate the half stale bar. Shrugging off the odd taste she figured it was just a bit old since it’s hot where the park is situated. She quickly gets set up at her office and grabs the necessary paperwork she needs for the meeting. Her stomach growls angrily and nausea creeps up into her throat. She takes a swig of water to swallow the nausea down. She did not have time to get sick. She had so much to do before the indominus gets put out for public display. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and her nerves. She fixes her skirt and quickly but calmly heads towards the inclosure that contains the Indominus. When Claire gets into the room with massive floor to ceiling windows she sees Owen talking to her assistant Tara. They both look at her,

“Morning Claire.” Owen says.

“Morning ma’am” Tara follows suit.

“Morning guys, Owen have you had time to look at the inclosure? Tara what time are the representatives coming in?”

“Well the walls seem tall enough to contain such a beast, what security measures do you have?” Owen says as he looks at the enclosure.

“They should be here in ten minutes ma’am.” Tara responds.

“50,000 volts on the top, a tracker implanted into the Indominus.. we also..* Claire suddenly stops as she feels her stomach suddenly cramp harshly. She swallows thickly trying to not throw up on the floor.

“Claire are you feeling ok?” Owen asks as he steps forward.

“I’m fine Owen, just a bit tired.”

“You look green, are you sure you’re ok?” Owen once again asked.

“Drop it Owen, I’m fine.” She snaps at Owen, to raises his hands in defense.

“Sorry just trying to help, where’s the beast now?” Owen asks.

“Says he’s in the far north east corner.” She replies while pulling up the tracker. She winces as the nausea continues to creep up.

Suddenly InGen files into the room. Claire shakes of the nausea and puts on her business face. She manages to get through the meeting. However as soon as they are gone,

“I’ll be right back.” She quickly says and walks with purpose out and then when she’s sure no one is around she rushes to the bathroom and bends over the bowl. She feels the hot rush of vomit flowing up her throat but then.. nothing. Nothing happens. She feels so nauseous but nothing happens. Then when she’s least expecting it it comes launching out, projectilng onto the back of the toilet bowl before she can lean completely into the bowl. She gasps and gags at the sheer force that her stomach is contracting. She stays, hunched over violently vomiting when she hears a knock on the door.

“Ma’am, we have a problem, Owen needs you.”

“I..I’ll be right there!” She calls, taking a few deep breaths satisfied her stomach has calmed down she cleans up washes her mouth and goes to find Owen.

“What’s wrong Owen?”

“ um, were these claw marks there before?” Owen asks as he peers to the wall to see deep, 5 feet long gouges in the wall.

“D..did she try to climb out?” Asks someone else.

“Says that she’s still in the inclosure.” (She/he idk what gender the Dino is so it’s probably gonna change cause I don’t have energy to fix it)

“I’m gonna go check it out.” Owen walks out and shortly later Owen is seen in the inclosure with another Jurassic world worker. As they examine the walls, they realize that they aren’t alone. Suddenly a tree rustles.

“Run! She’s in there with you!!” Claire yells over the intercom and watches as Owen and the other worker scrambles for safety just as the giant white dinosaurs bounds out snapping its jaws towards them. Them make it through the gate but it didn’t close in time and they watch as the Indominus breaks through the enclosure.

Feeling sick Claire quickly finds a trashcan and proceeds to throw up again. Her assistant, notices.

“Are you ok?!” She asks

“I’m fine, where Owen?”

Meanwhile Owen climbs under a car as his fellow worker tries to hide in front of a vehicle but is no match. Owen shuts his eyes as he watches his co-worker get gobbled up. Owen quickly and quietly rips the gas line off the car and drenches his body in it to hopefully hide his scent. He watches as the bloody teeth get next to the car and the Dino sniffs and then walks off. He waits then rolls out and runs to find Claire.

“Claire! The Indominus has escaped! We need.. Claire! What the heck!” Owen says and then stops when he sees her throwing up violently into a trash, with her assistant next to her, rubbing her back.”

“I’m.. *throws up* fine*gag* we need to.. shut down.. t..the park… w..we don’t know what’s.. in this Dino…” she paused and then suddenly lurches forward as a big wave of sick pours through her lips and into the transcan.

“She’s been sick for at least three minutes.” Says the assistant.

“She needs medical.” Owen responds immediately.

“I..it’s just food poisoning… ate.. old.. granola bar…” she barely gets out before she’s dry heaving and spitting bile out.

He was torn… care for Claire or go save his raptors and stop this monster that was created.

“Don’t care, your dehydrated and we need you ok cause we are about to be in a life and death situation now that the Indominus has escaped, and I need to get back to the girls cause InGen wants to equip my raptors to hunt this Dino and I really don’t want them to. It’s too dangerous and unpredictable. “ Owen says as he calls over his radio.

Suddenly paramedics and a gurney rush in.

They take Claire away while Owen follows to provide protection.

-FINISHED-

[greatwyrmgold]

Remember the Komi-san MHA AU stuff I posted a while back? I came across a 90% complete draft for a part 4. It covered a handful of minor characters that GT didn’t mention, who I felt like making Quirks for. So I polished it some, and posted it here.

Naruse Shisuto is, of course, a narcissist. That’s his defining personality trait, half of his core gag, it’s even his name. (If you didn’t know, basically every Komi-san character has an overt pun name.) The other half of his core gag is, of course, that the only people who pay attention to him with any regularity are Komitani Chuusaku and Ase Shibuki.

The obvious way to solidify that gag would be to give him the power of...a Worm character whose name I can’t seem to remember...oh yeah, Imp. Anyways, if there’s one thing anyone who’s read these should have figured out, it’s that I don’t like sticking with the obvious answer.

So instead of giving Naruse a Quirk that makes people ignore him, I’ll give him one that works best if people do. Let’s say…a transformation into a sort of spectral state, which lets him move quickly, fly, and perhaps pass through walls or slip through narrow spaces. But the more people who watch him, the weaker the power gets—the slower he moves, the lower his flight ceiling, the more solid he remains.

A pragmatic hero with this Quirk would focus on stealth—slipping into the shadows, using the Quirk to reposition, and then striking from unexpected angles. This could make an effective Eraserhead-type hero, quietly taking down criminals from the shadows.

But Naruse doesn’t want to be Eraserhead, he wants to be All-Might; whenever he does something impressive or heroic, he deliberately calls attention to himself, weakening his Quirk enough that whatever he’s doing falls apart.

(I checked over part 2 while polishing this post and realized that I gave Naruse and Yadano the same weakness. Oops! I feel like Yadano’s would be easier to change without ruining the punchline—like, she loses control of her Quirk if she exhausts herself or something, so trying too hard to beat Komi would lead to her messing up spectacularly. Or just give her a whole new Quirk which plays on the same ideas differently.)

Ase Shibuki (who hasn’t really appeared in the anime yet) is sweaty. (Her name means “sweat droplets”. It’s pretty simple.) She’s also extremely self-conscious about being sweaty, to the point that she doesn’t like being touched specifically because she’s afraid other people will think she’s gross. Her ability to sweat is already superhuman (though not to the same extent as Najimi’s ability to make friends), so we just have to think of something that turns it from a mundane Quirk into an interesting one.

Remember that time in AtLA where Katara waterbent her sweat to get out of jail? Imagine that, but for someone that sweats literal buckets, and also she can’t bend water that isn’t her sweat. Sweat control is undeniably a pretty gross Quirk, the kind of thing someone could develop a complex about. But it’s also something that could potentially be powerful and cool.

This Ase still has that thing where she thinks people find her sweating gross, but has a plan beyond “hide my sweatiness and don’t touch people”. She’s gross, but if she can use that grossness to help people, maybe she can also be cool?

Isagi Kyoko (who also hasn’t appeared in the anime) is clean. (Both her family and personal names can mean “pure” or “clean,” with other meanings including “gallant” and “clear”.) She’s a neat freak, stoic, diligent, reliable, and germophobic.

I’m leaning towards some kind of Quirk that works well when everything’s going right, but falls apart when things start to go wrong. Like, if she has a clear image of what she’s going to do and how, her Quirk gives her the momentum to carry through with it, but if reality clashes with her image, the momentum drains away. Keeping things around her clean is one way Isagi can try to exert control over the world around her, which theoretically means her Quirk is more effective.

Not sure what form that momentum should take, though. Maybe literal momentum, maybe luck bending in her favor as long as she keeps it up. This is a bit of a first draft, but unless I return to write a fic, that’s fine. Heck, maybe it’s fine even if I did write a fic; it’s not like every character is gonna be a protagonist.

Kishi Himeko—the knight girl—would have some kind of defensive quirk, mirroring both her armored aesthetic and her reserved, defensive nature. Perhaps something like the power granted by Excalibur’s scabbard in Le Morte d’Arthur and some later works, or possessed by Worm’s Gavel. A Quirk which limits the injury Kishi can take from any one attack. All-Might punching her wouldn’t hurt her any more than a punch from some goon…though since All-Might in specific also punches fast, he could still take her down without much effort (if she was a villain).

Komitani Chuusaku would have the most powerful Quirk of all: Fourth Wall, the ability to recognize that he is in a manga (or fanfic, as the case may be). He can use this power to talk with other people on the other side of the border between manga panels (in fanfic, the other side of a...scene transition, I guess?), and has some ability to sense things beyond there. (Perhaps in a text-based fanfic, he could look at “you” before offering commentary?)

This Quirk seems inconsistent to other people, many of whom are curious just how his power works. Komitani avoids actually explaining, because he knows nobody will believe him. That’s why he likes hanging out with Naruse; there’s no way that narcissist would care about other people’s Quirks.

Komitani doesn’t care about being a main character, but he wants to remain in the comic/fanfic for as long as possible. He’s therefore interested in both keeping the series running and being a background character in as many scenes as possible, hanging around near the main characters for that reason.

This could either be hilarious or a frustrating waste of space, depending on how well it’s handled.

And some Quirk/hero names, real quick:

Naruse:

Quirk: Spectral

Codename: Spectracular. Portmanteau of his Quirk name and how he sees himself.

Isagi:

Quirk: Momentum (working title)

Codename: Immaculate. Self-explanatory

Ase:

Quirk: Sweat Control

Codename: Drench. It connects to her Quirk, without being too…sweaty.

Kishi:

Quirk:Excalibur

Codename: Chevalia. Derived from “chevalier,” literally “cavalry” but idiomatically more like “knight”.

Komitani:

Quirk: Fourth Wall

Codename: Not chosen—he’s not sure the series will last long enough for him to actually need one

That makes eighteen characters, two of them younger characters who wouldn’t be in Tadano and Komi’s class. (Or nineteen and three, but that’s sixteen classmates either way.) So if I were to turn this into a fic, I’d probably add four more characters to fill in the class roster (to make it an even 20).

The current sixteen characters are four guys, eleven girls, and a Najimi, so while I’d like to bring Inaka Nokoko and Netsuno Chika into the class, I should probably pick four guys to balance the genders a bit. So...let’s pick the three “normal guys” (Chiarai Shigeo, Sonoda Taisei, and Shinobino Mono) and Toutoi Son (the guy who looks like Buddha but is vaguely perverted). There aren’t a lot of prominent guy students in this series, huh?

Anyways, rattling off some quirk Quirk ideas:

Chiarai Shigeo the dude-gyaru (there’s a word for that but I don’t expect people to know it) gets some kind of slippery Mover power—something cool and reasonably effective, but which makes him hard to rely on. Something a couple steps removed from Koichi’s Quirk, faster but with worse handling?

Shinobino Mono the ninja shouldn’t have a Quirk that overlaps too much with Nakanaka’s Mirror Smoke, Naruse’s Spectral, or whatever Chiarai gets. So…maybe something wind-themed that lets him move fast and throw knives good? Or swapping-type teleportation, for that “ninja log” trick?

Toutoi Son the Buddha lookalike should have a power that seems peaceful and noble, but which is hiding something else. Part of me wants to give him some sort of shapeshifting power, but A. there aren’t any proper shapeshifting Quirks in canon and B. that feels less Buddha and more Sun Wukong. So, movable force fields maybe? They look like shields, until he grabs one and smacks you over the head with it.

Sonoda Taisei the…other guy has some straightforward power that’s not represented among the others. Maybe something blastery?

So the list of a hypothetical Itan High Hero Course students would be:

Agari Himiko/Kokoni

Ase Shibuki/Drench

Chiarai Shigeo/???

Isagi Kyoko/Immaculate

Katai Makoto/M-Brace

Kishi Himeko/Chevalia

Komi Shouko/???

Komitani Chuusaku/???

Manbagi Rumiko/Kanzeon

Nakanaka Omoharu/Arsene

Naruse Shisuto/Spectracular

Onemine Nene/Harmony

Osana Najimi/Tomodachiiro

Otori Kaede/???

Shinobino Mono/Ninja No. 1

Sonoda Taisei/???

Tadano Hitohito/Cognizant

Toutoi Son/???

Yadano Makeru/Calamighty?

Yamai Ren/Aphrodite

[kkusuka]

Hi Wifey!! Congrats on 2k I’m so proud 🥺😫💖 anyways I would love a smut number 3 with Bakugou, Ushijima and Bokuto plleeeaaasssee my darling -✨Puppy🤩

<3

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

Fem. anatomy!

genre: smut

characters: Bakugou, Ushijima, Bokuto

cw: public sex

an: i totally forgot to post this yesterday lol

Bakugou Katsuki

The Back Alley

Patrol is simultaneously the best and worst part of being a pro hero.

Some days it was where most action happened and it was nice to see some fans every once in a while. Others, it was the most boring experience of his life, no villains, no robberies, not even a purse snatcher!

The plus-- if he could even call it that-- was that he was alone today. So what does a bored man do whilst they are alone? Scroll through all of his hidden photos for every single video or picture that you're stuffed with his cock.

Now not only was he bored and alone; but also horny and has a lot of time on his hands. He could approach this two ways; stop watching videos of his cock pounding you to hell as you cream like a whore for him and calm down or send you his location and fuck you agist the wall of the alley he currently resided.

The morally challenged being he was, choosing the latter was not difficult.

“Katsuki! Are you ok? You just said to come as soon as possible, you scared me!” your voice rang ten minutes after his cryptic text.

“Fine, just c’mere.” he led you into the small distance between buildings, tucking your body into him. Within a moment his lips were on your neck, bringing to light the reason you were called here.

His hand finding its way to your clothed pussy, singling your clit out through the thin layers of your clothes. Almost melting into his touch, you almost completely forget that you’re standing within view of anyone who walks past.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you push yourself away from his hands only to be violently pulled back into him. This time, his fingers going beyond the bounds of your panties, thrusting a finger into your already dripping hole.

“Let them” he states maneuvering your shirt into your mouth as a makeshift gag as he pushes your bra below your tits, “plus, if you don’t want to then why is your cunt fucking dripping on my fingers?”

Switching your positions, he kicks your feet further apart trapping you between his body and the wall. Sliding his fingers out of your clenching walls, relocating to your clit you feel something much bigger press against your folds.

Letting you settle for a brief moment, he presses his entire length into your heat. Pulling his hips back only to fuck it back into you forces you further into the wall. You can feel the slick running down your thighs as the sound of skin slapping rings through the alley.

“Fuck, you’d let me use you anywhere, look at you getting dicked in an alley where anyone can walk by and see,” he growled, holding up your falling hips, pulling them into his hips forcing his cock deeper than he was.

Your orgasm overtakes you as your legs collapse into his hold, his thrusts becoming sporadic as he leans to your shoulder and bites down to prevent the groan as he cums in your spasming cunt. The mix of your cum drips down your folds as Bakugou slides your panties back up your leg.

“I’ll be home soon, be ready.” he kisses your cheek and sends you wobbling out of the darkness.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Celebratory Car Ride

Ushijima is a silent force.

Unless you can read stone, knowing what he wants is nearly impossible until he tells you. You had to give it to yourself, knowing him since you were kids makes you a bit better at reading him than others.

Still, at times his stare unnerves you just a bit.

Like when you had gone to his class for the lunch break and he didn't say a word for the first twenty-five minutes. You thought he was going to break up with you, for what? You had no idea, but maybe he was having second thoughts about you, you’d only been dating for three years--since the second year of middle school if that counts--, maybe he got bored. His stare cut through your very soul.

He had you in a full panic only to tell you how cute you looked in his jacket. It was adorable that he spent all that time just trying to talk to you, but it bothered you that he could make you panic like that with just a look.

Luckily,  you made it past that stage of your relationship and understand that his stares are mostly sweet and he’s just trying to convey his emotion in a way that isn’t words.

But, even with all that, you had no idea what this stare was. If you could call it a stare, his eyes were following everywhere you went, which isn't the best considering this was one of the most important games in his career.

This stare was more intimidating. His lips pressed into a straight line, eyebrows tilted down, eyes seemingly looking right through you. It was his normal face but, he was sending chills through you every time you connected eyes.

They’d won, but Wakatoshi’s eyes didn’t lighten a bit, up close it sent waves of heat through your core. He looked at you like he wanted to swallow you whole.

“Wait for me in the car, I will be quick.” making due on his promise he meets you there a swift ten minutes later, surprising you when he swings the backdoor open. “Back here”

Following his command you slide next to him, a second after you’re throwing into his lap, hands already working to push your shorts out of his way. Not waiting a second before pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere into the front. Making quick work of your underwear by tearing it from your body, something you had stopped reprimanding him for, he’d buy you more if that’s what you wanted.

Watching him throw the shards to the side thrusts you back into the reality of where you are, “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you frantically begin to look at the vacant parking lot in case someone has already seen.

He answers you in silence and a mouth to your nipple, rolling it between his lips sucking like it would give him something. Placing you onto a thigh so he can release his cock from his shorts, moving your core over his tip.

“Who...who cares if they see. You are mine, they can watch all they want but they will never be able to touch.” his voice vibrates in his chest.

You breathe before Toshi pushes your body onto his, slamming his cock into your pussy. Running his hands along the curve of your waist his eyes train on how your head is thrown back as he presses against your cervix.

Not wanting you to wait, he lifts your hip then releasing letting gravity plunge you back onto his length. Taking control of the pace he begins to thrust up into you, his finger meeting with your clit, building the coil in your stomach.

Steading yourself on his shoulders, you angle your hips so his cock hits a particularly soft spot in your depths. Collapsing onto his chest he continues fucking your cream back into your pulsing hole, restuffing you with his load.

You close your eyes and feel yourself being covered with some jacket, then being moved to the front, waking up in your bed at home cuddled into your boyfriend's chest.

Bokuto Koutarou  

Locker-rooms

Koutarou could convince you to do anything.

It was almost embarrassing at this point, you should really talk to him about it. You can remain strong when he’s not with you but the second he looks at you with those wide eyes and sweet smile, you fall apart. (like a nature valley granola bar)

So now you’re standing in front of the doors leading to the boy's locker room with an armful of random sweets to soothe your seemingly upset boyfriend. Knocking on the doors you hear him allow you to enter, immediately you see him lying over a bench.

“Are you ok, Kou?” you question only getting a peek of his eye before a wave to come closer. Once you were an arm's length of him he pulled you to lay over him. Wrapping him in your arms you ask what was so wrong to make him like this, but you only receive him pushing further into the crook of your neck.

Before you could ask again you feel a pair of lips sucking on your skin. Pushing his hands under your shorts.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” pulling away you try to make a move to leave, stopped by his arms encircling your waist keeping you pressed onto his bulge.

“No! They won't come in I promise! We’ll be quick!’ he speaks as he starts pulling clothes from your body leaving you in a bra and pushes aside underwear. He barely gave you enough to realize he was lined up with your entrance.

Steadily fucking yourself onto him, his hands holding your hips almost bruisingly. Once you were fully situated on him, he switched your positions, throwing your legs over his built shoulders.

Bending an arm to lean on the lockers for leverage he pounded into your cunt, intertwining his other hand into your hair.

Fucking you through your orgasm, you clenched so hard he could barely move, your hole milking him for his load. Slumping over you he connected your lips in a sloppy, tired kiss, almost walking out of the room butt naked with you in his arms.

[mrs-gucci]

Full Service {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! this idea was rolling around in my brain for a while, but it took a bit for me to get it just right. so, here’s the final finished product!

**I used a translation app for all of the Italian in this story, so I apologize for any mistakes or grammatical errors. all Italian will be in italics, with the translations following the dialogue in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. a tiny bit of fluff at the very end. maid/boss roleplay (lowkey?? except reader’s actually a maid lol). oral. no aftercare. dirty talk and name-calling/degradation, but in italian ;)

(possible) tw’s: indifelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).

word count: 2.7k

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

You’d just begun cleaning the marbled kitchen when Mr. Gucci arrives home. You turn around and offer him a small smile, which he ignores, shrugging the briefcase off his shoulder. 

He immediately walks into his office and shuts the door without a single word or glance, and you probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the evening. That’s usually how it went. Patrizia wasn’t home yet, a surprise considering she’s usually home all day when you come to clean. 

You’ve developed quite the crush for Mr. Gucci as of late, although you’d never admit it aloud. He was a bit older than you, not to mention married. But, you couldn’t help it, he was unbelievably handsome, successful, and quick-witted when he wanted to be. Usually after a drink or two.

But, he was a man very dedicated to his work, which often left him with a stern demeanor and a harsh tone of voice. He barely paid you mind, especially not when work was waiting for him in his office. 

You continued to clean for another hour or so; it was a mansion, after all, and the kitchen was at least three times the size of your bedroom. Plus, the extensive marble surfaces and stainless steel appliances require your full service. You were so immersed in your work that you didn’t even notice Mr. Gucci’s presence behind you. 

Only when you turned around did you realize not only him, but the close proximity between your bodies. You gasp, backing up against the cabinetry. 

“Oh! Signore Gucci, mi scuso. Non sapevo che ci fossi.”  (Oh! Mr. Gucci, my apologies. I didn’t know you were there.)

His eyes look you up and down for a brief moment before returning to meet yours, a soft smile pulling at his lips. 

“Va bene, piccoletto. Non volevo farti da parte.” (It’s alright, little one. I didn’t mean to startle you.)

He sighs, looking away.

“Volevo informarvi che Patrizia non tornera stasera.  Ha deciso di restare la notte in una casa di amici.”  (I wanted to inform you that Patrizia won’t be coming back this evening. She’s decided to stay the night at a friends house.)

You could sense that there was something else going on, but you didn’t prod further, deciding that it was none of your business. You nod up at him, a bit confused as to why he’s telling you this. And why he has to be standing so damn close to tell you.

“Grazie per avermi informato, signore. Ho quasi finito di pulire la giornata, quindi saro via tra un’ora circa.”  (Thank you for letting me know, sir. I am almost done cleaning for the day, so I’ll be gone in an hour or so.)

Maurizio reaches his hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You freeze, tensing beneath his touch.

“Da quando hai iniziato a lavorare qui, ho trovato sempre piu difficile concentrarsi sul mio lavoro. Sai perche, piccoletto?” (You know, ever since you began working here, I’ve found it more and more difficult to focus on my work. Do you know why that is, little one?)

“No, signore, non lo so.” (No, sir, I don’t know.)

He runs a single finger down from my lips, tracing a straight line over my throat before it toys with the collar of my uniform.

“La tua uniforme...mi sta distrando.” (Your uniform is...distracting for me.)

The breath hitches in your throat as his fingers rub the material of the smoothed-down collar. His gaze flicks down to where his thumb and forefinger are.

“Quando ti vedo,” (Whenever I see you,)

He begins, leaning in a little closer.

“Trovo che i miei pantaloni cominciino a sentirsi stretti, il che e strano perche ho sistemato tutto il mio costume.”  (I find that my pants begin to feel tight, which is strange because I have all of my suits custom fitted.)

You nearly choke on your breath as his hand travels down the curves of your body, traversing the scoop of your hip before resting just above the hem of your uniform dress.

“E strano, sig. Gucci.” (That is odd, Mr. Gucci.)

His hand begins massaging the side of your thigh gently, and he leans down just a bit further, mouth now right in front of your ear. His hot breath sends a chill down your spine.

“Sta succedendo adesso, in effetti. Pensi di potermi aiutare con questo problema, Y/N?” (It’s happening right now, in fact. Do you think you could help me with this problem, Y/N?)

He presses you up against the cabinets, bodies flush together. A small groan escapes his lips when his obvious erection slides on your lower stomach.

You’ve never been as perplexed and aroused as you are in this moment. The burn between your thighs is nearly unbearable, and as much as you hate to admit it, you wanted this.

“Sono al suo servizio, signore.” (I am at your service, sir.)

Maurizio smirks, hooking a finger under the hem and pulling the stretchable fabric of your uniform dress out, then releasing it, allowing it to snap back into place on your outer thigh.

“In ginocchio, piccoletto.” (On your knees then, little one.)

Without hesitation, you slide down onto your knees, mouth watering as you look up at him, awaiting his next command. He cups your cheek, gently swiping his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“Bellissima e obbediente, capisco. Bene, bene.” (Beautiful and obedient, I see. Good, good.)

You bite your lip as he pats your cheek, then runs a hand over the bulge in his pants, sighing softly at the contact. His fingers curl up underneath, cupping and squeezing his balls while his thumb presses down on the head, rubbing it. He groans, letting out a shaky breath afterwards. 

“Vedi cosa mi fai fare, Y/N? Devo scendere e massaggiarmi cosi, togliendo tempo di lavoro prezioso.”  (Do you see what you make me do, Y/N? I have to reach down and rub myself like this, taking away precious work time.)

You’re soaked already, clit throbbing, begging for attention. You whine softly, chewing your lip as you resist the urge to lunge forward and run your face over his clothed length.

He smirks.

“Questo ti eccita, piccolo? Ti piace immaginarmi di toccarmi cosi nel mio ufficio?” (Does that thought excite you, little one? Do you like imagining me touching myself like this in my office?)

Your eager nod only spurs him on, hips pushing forward into his palm. He quickly takes his hand away, taking a small step closer so that the bulge is mere centimeters from your lips. Your jaw slacks and your breath becomes hot and heavy, mouth eager to worship him. 

His large hand gently wraps around the back of your head, pushing your head forward, encouraging you to touch him. You don’t require any further invitation, mouthing at his length while your nose drags against it. 

He widens his stance, spreading his legs apart as his hips start to grind against your mouth. 

“Oh, e cosi entusiasta. Mi piace, merda.” (Oh, she’s so eager. I love it, shit.)

The back of your head begins to hurt as it’s pressed further and further against the cabinet handles, but you don’t care, reaching around to grab his ass to pull him further into you. Even he seems surprised by this, asscheeks clenching as he suddenly thrusts forward with a low grunt. 

Maurizio wraps his hands in your hair, keeping you still as he pulls back, chest heaving slightly. His pupils are blown wide and he grabs your chin, thumb pressing down into the flesh. 

“Apri bene.” (Open wide.)

He says, grinning down at you as he begins pulling his belt buckle loose. 

Soon, he undoes his pants and pulls himself out from beneath the restrictive material, humming in satisfaction as his length bobs in front of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he guides his weeping head towards your mouth. You open for him, and he leans forward, pushing into your mouth.

You immediately begin choking and gagging, but he just keeps going, pushing inch after inch inside. His abdomen tenses and his back curls when he’s shoved all of himself in your mouth, letting out a shaky exhale. 

“Cosi, oh bella ragazza, e cosi bella la bocca.” (That’s it, oh good girl, such a good mouth.)

You’re forced to remain still as your throat constricts, head pinned against the cabinets with his hands on either side. Once you adjust to the new intrusion, Maurizio pulls back before thrusting forward again, growling under his breath. 

“Cazzo, e una cosa buona per me.” (Fuck, that’s good, so good for me.)

All you can do is moan as your boss begins fucking your mouth, eyelids brimming with tears at the constant touch of his tip on your uvula. He bends over, supporting himself on the counter with an arm while his hand tightens in your hair, thrusts getting faster.

“Guarda questa bocca che mi allunga per il cazzo. Che brava ragazza, prendendo il cazzo dei capi come se fosse troia.”  (Look at this little mouth stretching out for my cock. What a good girl, taking her bosses cock like the slut she is.)

You moan loudly, hand swiftly snaking down between your legs, fingertips pressing on the throbbing nub to provide relief. When he sees you do this, it only seems to encourage him further, one foot scooting forward so that he’s now almost completely bent over you. 

His hips are becoming desperate, now, losing their rhythm as his inevitable release builds. 

“Ah, sapevo che avresti avuto una bella bocca, Y/N. Ho sempre saputo che saresti ansioso di prendere il mio uccello, disposto a lasciarti usare cosi.” (Ah, I knew you’d have a good little mouth, Y/N. I always knew you’d be eager to take my cock, willing to let me use you like this.)

You’re sobbing around him now, tears streaming down your cheeks at the sheer intensity of the arousal you’re experiencing. He looked so good like this: hair a mess, glasses fogged, panting and grunting with each thrust, all while he slams his cock into your mouth without relent.

Suddenly, he pulls out and stumbles back, hands gripping the edge of the countertop as he catches his breath. He stares down at you with a look of pure hunger, of carnal lust, and it makes you shudder. 

“Alzati e piegati al bancone. Subito.” (Stand up and bend yourself over the counter. Now.)

He strokes himself rapidly as you stand up on shaky legs and bend over, spreading your legs. He’s quick to come up behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back a bit so that your hips were off the edge. 

You gasp when he yanks the skirt up over your hips, revealing your creamy globes and the red lace thong nestled between them. He growls, making quick work of your panties, shoving them down off your hips before running his fingers along your folds delicately, just barely brushing them. 

Maurizio smirks when your hips try to grind down on him, seeking the friction you so desperately needed. He smacks your ass promptly, causing a choked cry to leave your throat. 

“Stai fermo, Y/N.” (Stay still, Y/N.)

Two of his digits suddenly breach your soaked entrance, pushing up into you. You gasp softly, hips jerking slightly as he begins fucking his thick fingers up into you. His hand spreads across your lower back, keeping you still as he curls his digits up to rub and tease that spongy spot on your walls. 

“C-Cazzo, sig. Gucci, ti prego. Scopami, la voglio cosi male.”  (F-Fuck, Mr. Gucci, please. Please fuck me, I want it so badly.)

He grins, giving your g-spot a few more rubs before pulling his fingers out, smearing the slick over your lips.

“Succhiali, piccoletto. Assaggiati sulle dita.” (Suck them, little one. Taste yourself on my fingers.)

You open your mouth and moan around his digits as you suck them clean, tongue swirling around them before he takes them out. His tip pokes at your entrance and he runs himself over your folds to collect some lubricant before positioning himself behind you. 

“Pronta?” (Ready?)

You don’t even have time to respond before he shoves his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. Your eyes almost bug out of your skull before squeezing shut, a loud gasp coming from your lips. He isn’t necessarily hung, but he’s certainly the biggest and thickest you’ve ever taken. 

His fingers dig into your hips as he remains still, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a moment, he draws back before thrusting forward again, building a steady rhythm with his hips. Small noises come from his lips as he fucks you into the countertop. 

“Si, cazzo. Cosi stretto e piccolo, sapevi di sentirti bene circondato dal mio uccello.” (Yes, fuck yes. So tight and little, knew you’d feel good wrapped around my cock.)

Your insides clench at his whispered words.

“Quante volte ci ha pensato, signore?” (How many times have you thought of this, sir?)

“Troppi per contare.” (Too many to count.)

He growls, hips suddenly bucking forward out-of-rhythm.

“Ogni volta che mi sono toccata, ho pensato a te, a questa stronzetta. Mi chiedevo se fossi stretto e ho pensato che sarebbe bello dividerla a meta con il mio cazzo.” (Every time I touched myself, I thought of you, of this little cunt. I wondered if you’d be tight, and I thought of how good it’d feel to split you in half with my cock.)

Maurizio puts his hand under your thigh and puts it up on the counter, bending down so his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Te lo sei immaginato anche questo, piccolo? Hai pensato a me quando ti sei toccata?” (Did you imagine this too, little one? Did you think about me when you touched yourself?)

You nod.

“Si, signore. Ti pensavo cosi, immaginavo che fossero le tue dita dentro di mi invece che le mie.” (I did, sir. I thought of you like this, imagined it was your fingers inside me instead of my own.)

“Ragazza sporca.” (Dirty girl.)

He snarls, pounding into you harder, hips spurred on by your words.

You’re close, now, walls beginning to pulse around him. He feels this, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other trails down around your front, fingers seeking your clit. 

His hand tightens around your neck, fingers gripping your jaw.

“Lo sento, tu sei vicino, piccolo. Forze, sborra intorno al mio uccello. Copri il tuo capo nella sporca fiaca e mostragli che porchetta sei.” (I can feel it, you’re close, little one. Come on, cum around my cock. Cover your boss in your filthy slick, show him what a little slut you are.)

With only a few circles over your erect clit, coupled with his cock stroking your walls rapidly and the dirty manner in which he was speaking to you, your release comes within seconds. You moan hoarsely, lungs depleted of some oxygen as his hand tightens around your throat. 

“Cazzo, arrivo!” (Fuck, I’m cumming!)

He ruts desperately into you, chasing his climax as he fucks you through yours. At the last minute, he pulls out, furiously jerking his cock before thick hot ropes of cum shoot from his tip, painting your bare ass. He grunts and groans through the whole thing, stroking himself through it before squeezing the head, letting the final drop land on your skin.

Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths and re-center yourselves in reality. Maurizio tucks himself back into his pants before walking over to grab a paper towel, wetting it slightly. He wipes all the drying seed off of your skin for you, bending down to pull your panties back up and your dress back down. 

Your legs are shaky as you stand back up, smoothing out the front of your uniform. Much to your surprise, Mr. Gucci didn’t leave right away, instead turning you around and bending down for a kiss. 

The kiss was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to everything that's happened up until this point. His large hand cupped your cheek and his thumb ran along your cheekbone before he pulled away, offering you a small smile.

“Grazie, piccolo.” (Thank you, little one.)

You return the smile.

“Certo, signore.” (Of course, sir.)

Turns out, the marble and stainless steel weren’t the only things that required your full service today.

[sickfic-with-kiko]

Oooh would you possibly consider writing a fic about that scenario you mentioned of Kenma getting sick during a livestream?

Heyy I was wondering if you could do one where Kenma and Kuroo are just playing games then kenma feels sick and pukes and Kuroo takes care of him🥺🥺

“Hey, everyone. It’s Kodzuken here.”

Kenma waves to his online audience, booting up his game and adjusting his headset. He’s getting ready to play the latest open-world RPG, recommended to him by his viewers and the most voted on his Twitter poll by a landslide.

The chat is immediately filled with supportive messages, most asking him who he plans to main, and some asking him where his roommate is. The roommate in question, Kuroo, is currently cooking up healthier versions of Kenma’s favourite snacks.

Kenma watches the opening cutscene of the game, blinking slowly to adjust himself to the bright light. There’s an ache building up behind his eye, reminding him of the time he’d deprived himself of sleep and tried to fill in the gaps with energy drinks. Kuroo had really gotten annoyed that one time.

“Right. I’m going to walk around and see what I can do.”

As soon as he’s placed into the fantasy world, he begins to walk around as the default character. He swings his weapon around and breaks a few crates, obtaining ore and food items. After dashing for some time, he finds himself at the edge of a cliff.

“Wait, do I take fall damage?”

Before anyone can answer his question, Kenma walks right off the edge of the cliff, watching his character flail around and the chat explode.

riri_ka: KODZUKEN NO---

pedrosenpai: you really just killed him like that…

“...Oh. He died.” Kenma chuckles, as his character respawns. He’s known to be merciless with in-game characters, sacrificing them without a second thought if it helps him win. The chat spams a bunch of crying emojis and comments, and Kenma climbs back up the cliff after some struggle with getting stuck.

He eventually gets around to reaching a village, talking to the NPCs and piecing together what the game’s objective is. As he takes in the storyline and comments on everything he does, he starts to feel a tug at his stomach.

It doesn’t bother Kenma all that much. He manages to forget about it as he’s practicing the combat mechanics, getting stuck into making combos and figuring out enemy weaknesses. “I think I’m going to main her for the time being.” He chooses a female character wielding a claymore sword, and the chat erupts once again. The general consensus is that he’s made a good choice.

He picks up his water bottle, taking a sip as he closes the character screen. His body seems to warn him that he’s done something wrong. His lunch seems to sit heavy in his stomach, all of a sudden. He takes a deep breath, believing that it’s just a wave of something mild. It doesn’t go away.

“I’m gonna try and fight one of the area bosses.” Kenma warps to an area full of enemies, dashing towards a ferocious-looking plant with teeth around the corolla. It’s good practice for reading attacks, even if it decimates his party.

amphibiansoul: uh you’re getting beat up pretty badly…

darknighthero: and there goes hot sword lady

As expected, his first attempt leaves his party resting at the nearest inn. He lets out a sigh, glad that he doesn’t need to pay any in-game currency to heal. He watches the health bars refill, and in that moment, he’s jealous of video game characters.

Kenma’s stomach grumbles, loud enough for only him to hear. He brushes it off as much as his body will allow him to, pushing the nagging ache to the back of his mind. He hasn’t even gotten two hours into the game yet. He still wants to explore a little.

He recognizes nausea sitting in his chest, enough to be annoying. “I guess I should do one of the lower rank quests.” He keeps talking, so as not to rouse needless concern. He’s going to be just fine.

Kenma is used to having stomach aches and feeling nauseous, especially after sleeping too little or eating junk to keep him going. And he’s used to riding it out, until he feels the feeling slowly ebb away. But at the back of his mind, something tells him that he’s starting to feel worse.

He momentarily looks away from the monitor, sipping some water to try and calm down his stomach. It doesn’t work, and he can feel exactly where the water is sitting. He considers quitting the stream, but he’s close to finishing his quest. He hopes his body will hang on for a little longer.

“You’re going down.”

Kenma swallows, using up his willpower to go against the end-of-quest boss. As he heals and buffs his party, he’s slowly becoming aware of the sloshing in his stomach. The bright screen doesn’t help the queasiness becoming more apparent.

walkingturtle: hey is it just me or does kodzuken look pale today?

wadacchi: kodzuken are you okay?

mustardnwasabi: you can rest if you need to, don’t feel pressured

With a groan, Kenma clutches his aching stomach. The chat is filled with worried listeners voicing out their concerns, and he realizes that faking it is only getting him so far. He attempts to address them before turning off the stream, but a sick feeling in his throat makes him freeze.

He’s going to throw up. Whether he’d suddenly gotten worse or he’d powered through it for too long, he doesn’t know. Nor does he really care. His only concern is cutting the stream and grabbing a receptacle closest to him.

Kenma feels something surge up his throat, and instinctively reaches for the trash can next to his chair. He rolls his chair out of view, hastily bending down onto the floor. No matter how sick he is, he’s not broadcasting it in full view. Warm spit pools in his mouth, dripping into the trash can. He places a hand on his stomach, feeling it grumble against his touch.

A silent gag forces up his stomach’s contents. He’s relieved he’s not a loud puker, but he’s sure that everyone has heard the splatter of vomit against the trash can. Tears prickle at his eyes from the force, and he feels his cheeks redden. He hopes he doesn’t have a fever in addition to everything.

Kenma hurriedly mutes the stream, the closest button he had managed to reach. The sense of relief is quickly painted over by another intense wave of nausea. His stomach squeezes painfully, and a buzz in his ears mutes his surroundings.

He doesn’t notice a presence beside him, until a hand begins to pat his back gently. His head snaps up, only to sink back down after another round of vomiting hits him. “Breathe, Kenma. It’s okay, I turned off the stream for you.”

Kenma wants to thank Kuroo, but he instead grimaces at the pain of his stomach having emptied itself. He nods instead, rinsing his mouth and leaning his head against Kuroo’s flank. He sees the look of surprise on Kuroo’s face, but says nothing.

He crawls over to his bed, picking up his phone and seeing countless mentions of his name on Twitter. “I didn’t cut the stream fast enough,” he sighs, letting out a breath through his nose. His mouth doesn’t taste disgusting when he breathes, at least.

“I’m sure they’re all just worried about you.” Kuroo says, attempting to be reassuring. It reminds Kenma that he’s in front of a wider audience now, that could potentially see him in less than ideal moments. He lets out another groan, squinting at Kuroo.

“What if I don’t want to be fussed about?” Kenma’s mouth forms a pout. “This is what I don’t like about being a Youtuber. I want to be sick in peace. Nobody wants to hear what their favourite YouTuber sounds like when they vomit.”

Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh, pulling the covers up for Kenma. He’s one of the few constants in his life. He cares for Kenma, and Kenma does the same. Having him is a comfort, and almost feels like a luxury.

“Well, don’t concern yourself too much.” Kuroo gives Kenma a gentle pat. He doesn’t say anything to worsen his dampened mood. He knows how Kenma neglects himself when he’s focused, and that lecturing him while he’s sick won’t help. He understands, without Kenma having to tell him.

Kenma tugs at his hoodie, before he can leave to bring him something. His eyes plead him to stay, and Kuroo responds with a loose smile. It’s the expression he uses to tell Kenma that he’s hopeless, and so is he for being utterly in love with him.

[lordabovehelpme]

Rainy Day- Din Djarin x Reader

This is the next chapter to my Days Filled with Love series. You can find the first part here! :) 

Summary: When your family experiences a downpour, you have to find other ways to entertain yourselves. 

Warnings: female reader, children

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The soft sound of rain echoes throughout the house. All the lights are off as the soft glow of the morning light casts shadows onto the golden skin of your husband. His hands idly rub over your chest and shoulders. Every now and then he’ll just cup your mound of fat, not in a vulgar way but rather in a pleasant way. He has told you time and time again how he loves the comforting weight and heat that your body offers him.

His back is leaned up against the headboard as you lay between his large thighs with your own back against his chest. He happily fondles your mounds while you read one of your favorite books. A steaming mug of tea rests on the bedside table, long forgotten as you become enveloped with the characters' story. His head rests atop your own as he lazily skins over the various words you are so absorbed in.

The soft comforter lays across your lap, keeping all four of your bare legs nice and warm. Before you had kids your husband would often sleep as he was born, naked and very much not afraid. But after Grogu climbed in bed a few nights you both decided that in order to save his innocent eyes, the mandalorian should keep at least a pair of boxers on.

There have been countless moments where those boxers have saved more than one pair of little curious eyes. Mornings where the blanket is ripped off of your sleeping forms by various excited children. Nights where little bodies crawled in between the two of you in a search for safety from their dark dreams. But you can both agree that you would never trade those memories for the world.

You have to admit, in the mandalorians' arms you truly feel like nothing can hurt you.

“Cyare,” He gives your chest a squeeze as he tries to gain your fous, “pay attention to me! You’ve read this book so many times before.”

Without missing a beat you counter him, “And I’ve given you kisses about ten times more.”

A small smile breaks onto your face at his loud boyish groan. He settles back into silence and places his head again on top of your own. In reward you reach back with one hand and cup his cheek. When he leans into your touch you slide your fingers under his chin and scratch at the scruff there.

He hums out his approval and you just know his eyes are closed. Moments like these really make you ponder if you married a man or an oversized dog. A breath of air puffs from your nose as you imagine him with a fiercely wagging tail and two fluffy ears.

When you bring your hand back down to rest on your stomach he whines and rubs his head against your own, again, much like a dog.

You giggle softly at your new found discovery.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Mmm, nothing.”

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder. His arms snake around your middle and pull you as close as he can into his grasp. He presses a kiss to the spot just below your ear.

Your shoulder rises slightly in response and his chuckle reverberates across your skin.

“I love you cyare.”

You lean your head against his. “I love you too handsome.”

***

You’re standing in the kitchen, vegetables frying in a pan as you stir some pasta. Screams of delight sound from upstairs and every now and then you can hear a crash. You pray that they don’t hurt themselves too bad.

Tobbi is asleep, strapped to your chest and Isabet is sitting in her high chair with some markers and paper. Grogu sits next to her as they draw together.

The kids are antsy, usually outside playing. However, the strong downpour outside has put a stop in their usual plans.

Reeza barrels down the stairs, laughing as hard as she can and running as fast as her legs will carry. She rushes into the kitchen and right into your form.

An oof escapes your lips as you wrap your free hand around her shoulders. “What is going on?”

She looks up at you and smiles, her two front teeth missing from when she lost them earlier this week. “Hi, Tobbi.” She pats his bottom before turning to look at the doorway. “Hide me!”

“Hide you?” You ask in amusement and brush her hair behind her ears.

An inhuman roar sounds from the top of the stairs and echoes through the house. “He’s coming!” She lifts the bottom of your skirt and slips beneath it.

“Oh!” You gasp as you feel her grab onto one of your legs.

“Shh, be quiet Mommy.”

Your eyebrows raise and you just shake your head, turning back to the stove. There is never a dull moment at the Djarin residence.

“Where are you, you little womp rat?” Your husband stomps down the stairs, in the same fashion your daughter did. Maker, they are all so similar to him.

He silently stalks over to the couch and as soon as he peeks behind it he growls as if trying to scare whoever was supposed to be there. When he realizes that his target is missing he taunts again, “You think you’re smart, huh?”

You watch with a smile on your face as he walks into another room.

A hand reaches out from beneath your skirt and opens and closes, obviously wanting something.

“Mommy can I have a carrot please?”

You laugh and hand a piece to her outstretched paw, “Of course sweetheart.”

She latches onto it and once again the hand disappears. “Thank you.” You can hear her munch away at the vegetable and you just smile and shake your head. Never a dull moment.

It takes about two minutes for your husband to make his way to the kitchen. His loud stomps sound through the house as he approaches you.

His gaze locks onto you and he prowls forward. Hands wrap around your waist and he presses a kiss to your lips. But he doesn’t forget to greet his youngest son.

“Hey little guy.” His facade breaks as he strokes the tuft of soft curly brown hair that Tobbi so proudly sports. Little brown eyes open and stare up at the mandalorian. A wide smile forms on your son's face as he reaches up and grabs your husband's finger. He babbles and giggles as the mandalorian tickles his little stomach.

Isabet yells out, trying to get her fathers attention. “REE VA!” Her arm waves down at your skirt.

Small giggles sound from beneath your skirt.

Your husband turns to look at Isabet and then scans down to your long skirt. He meets your eyes and his own swirl with amusement. Giving you one last kiss, he presses his finger against his lips, signaling you to stay silent.

Slowly he sinks down to his knees.

You hold your breath, waiting for what the bounty hunter will possibly do next.

As fast as he can, he whips your skirt up and grabs your daughter. She screams in delight and you gasp at the cool air on your bare legs.

He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her from you. She tries to reach out and grab your legs but your husband pulled her away too fast.

She is nearly wheezing from laughing so hard. But in between the laughs she pleads with him. “Daddy, no!” and “Daddy, please!”

A loud battle cry sounds from the living room as Myles charges in and flings himself at your husband. But there is only so much a seven year old can do to the large bounty hunter. Your husband bends down and lifts Myles over his shoulder. Tobbi laughs and giggles as his little legs kick in excitement.

Your husband turns to look at you, smiling wide as he holds two screaming and laughing children.

You have never been more in love.

***

The three youngest kids have already been put to bed, so it just leaves you, Myles, Reeza, and a very sleepy mandalorian.

Reeza sits on her fathers lap while Myles sits on your own. A large blanket is wrapped around you and Myles as the two of you stare at the other members of your family.

Your husband's head leans back against the chair as he snores loudly. Reeza lays on his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck as she also snores, the spitting image, and sound, of the mandalorian.

“Does he always snore that bad?”

You giggle and press a kiss to the top of your son's head. “No, it’s just the angle he is at. Once he lays down it will be much quieter.”

He nods slowly, trying to analyze why the angle would affect his fathers loud snores. Once he seems to find an answer he likes, he asks another question, “Do I snore like that?” He sends a disgusted side glance at his father.

Myles was never really a snorer. When he was a toddler he was a mouth breather so naturally he snored a little, but now it has been fixed. “A little when you were younger, but it’s gone away now.”

He nods his head, eyes glassy as he thinks over this new information. “Good.”

You laugh at his simple response. “Yes, then when you have your own kids they won’t stare at you while you sleep and make fun of you.”

“Ewww, mommmmmm.” He whines but you just kiss at his cheeks.

“I know, it’s gross, I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, gears turning behind those expressive eyes. “You’re kisses will never be gross, kids are gross.”

A loud fit of laughter erupts from your stomach. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’ve seen you change lots of diapers. And I’ve gagged each time.”

You laugh and shower him with kisses again. “Maker, I love you.”

“I love you too Mom.”

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Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

♡  words. 4k

+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking. 

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him. 

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things. 

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other. 

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch. 

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it 

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone 

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today 

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms 

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade 

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme 

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up. 

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time. 

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do 

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!” 

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here. 

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth. 

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged 

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise. 

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list 

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing 

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends 

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan). 

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely. 

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself. 

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note? 

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you 

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever 

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol 

actually 

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going. 

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors. 

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist 

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all. 

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact. 

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?” 

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you. 

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier. 

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well. 

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it. 

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something. 

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on. 

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out. 

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then. 

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you. 

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them. 

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display. 

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know. 

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking. 

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising. 

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist. 

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right. 

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay). 

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously. 

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically. 

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town. 

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day. 

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually. 

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway. 

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future. 

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it. 

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

more subby stuff: m.list + ao3

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[utascumdump]

Gagged Up ~ M. Fushiguro & Reader NSFW - 18+

It’s my first request and oddly enough my first write on Tumblr since I joined.

I want to say first that I’m sorry if it turns out shitty as fuck. Also, if you enjoyed it could you let others know about it so I can get more opinions on my writing style.

Cw: Characters are aged up 20+. Gagging, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Bratty! Reader, Degradation, Spanking, Oral (F. receiving), Slight bondage, Rough Sex, Breeding, Praise Kink, Aftercare..Let me know if I miss anything as you read.

Minors please *inhales* DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED *exhales* with that be said let’s continue.🥰

4 Page count with 2,394 words

It started out as a regular day for most people. However, a group of four decided to go out and meet up at the park. Two coming from the same destination holding hands and walking quietly.

They’ve all decided to take a break from fighting curses for a day. They are and talked about things they missed over the years from being apart. Megumi sitting away from the group off to the side. Everything was going relatively normal...(For the most part).

“O-Oi Itadori stop it ri-right now,” Nobora stated laughing in between her sentences. He was laughing away almost sounding like a hyena. They were telling each other of the funniest things they’ve seen happened.

However, the next laugh that came in was obnoxiously loud. The sound of a loud cackle reached Megumi’s ears from afar.

Megumi looked up from his spot under the tree shade and looked across the park at the trio dying of laughter. He was already annoyed from Gojo-sensei’s annoying antics from early that morning.

Watching the trio while lost in thought thinking of how annoying his sensei is in the morning. He recalls Gojo banging obnoxiously on his apartment door at 4:00 a.m. to tell him about something in which Fushiguro thought it was honestly the stupidest thing ever.

He was quickly brought out of his thoughts because of the loud cackling from Y/N. He furrowed his brows looking at her with a frown on his face. He began to get more annoyed with her antics. This has been going on for an hour and a half. He asked Y/N about 5 times already if she could tone down their volume. However, he can’t help but feel that she were doing it on purpose.

He clenched his fist tightly and clenches his jaw. He slowly got up and made his way to the trio with a calm expression on his face. But on the inside?? He was furious and done with Y/N’s bratty antics. He knew she was doing this to get under his skin. He caught her glancing at him each time she let out a loud cackle.

When he got to them finally he got straight to the point instead of beating around the bush. “Come on Y/N we’re leaving and it’s not a choice, it’s an order.” He didn’t wait for her to get up instead he turned his back walking away.

Y/N glanced at the others and told them she would see them some time later. However, she didn’t realized what was coming. Yeah, she’ll admit she was trying to get under his skin, but she never saw him acted like this. While in her thoughts she didn’t realized that Megumi stopped walking with his hands clenched in his pockets. Looking up she realized that he was looking back her over his shoulder with a look she couldn’t describe.

“Tch” he turned his head back around and kept walking back to their shared apartment. He was thinking of the things he wanted to do. But one thought really stuck with him for the duration of the walk back to the expensive looking apartment building. He wanted to gag Y/N so he could teach her how to be quiet like the good slut she was behind closed doors.

Making their way to the entrance of their apartment, Megumi unlocked the door and grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her inside. He slammed her against the door causing the door to shut from the pure force. He looked down at her and watched how she slightly squirmed from the intense stare and the cold door.

“Why must you act out and be a brat in front of others?” he spoke with a sultry honey toned voice. When she didn’t answer he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed to the point it sent waves down to Y/N’s heat. “I believe that I did asked a question unless I’m talking to myself and you know what I said about that.” he spoke with the same tone voice.

She breathed in shuddering when he pressed his body against her making her body pressed harder against the door. “I-I don’t know m’sorry daddy.” she replied feeling her legs shaking. Megumi, who disliked her answer, reached his other hand down and softly rubbed on her clit from under her skirt. “You know I hate lying so why do it when you can just tell the truth and avoid a harsh punishment, hmm.” he told her and moved his hand away and reached out to lock the door.

He picked her up and carried her to their bedroom over his shoulder. Once he reached the bedroom he closed the door and threw her down on the bed. He reached into the side drawer and brought out an item she couldn’t see. He made sure to hide it from her. He looked down at her from where he was standing.

He looked her up and down with a scowl on his face thinking of the things she did. He clicked his tongue and took off his shirt. “Take my pants off and don’t make me wait,” he told her and tilted his head to show authority. She looked him up and down and bites her lip. “No,” she simply stated and looked at the ceiling.

He rose a brow and stared at her and stepped closer to the bed. “What was that, say that again I don’t think I heard you correctly,” he leaned down a bit and stared at her intensely. Y/N’s breaths had now became broken gasps now becoming slightly fearful of the dominant side of Megumi she only witnesses when acting out.

“I-I said no, you t-take them off yourself,” she suddenly felt him grip her jaw harshly and made her look at him. She could tell by the look on his face that the ending outcome was not going to be good for her. He grips her skirt and rips it off and throws it somewhere in the room to be forgotten about. He teasingly rubbed on the wet spot that was visible in her panties.

She grabs his wrist and grinds on his fingers. He pulls his hand back and backs up to go to the closet. She started whining from the lack of touch and was beginning to get horny and needier. He grabbed a red silk cloth and a rope and brought them over to the bed. When she saw said items she began to plead with fear. “N-no daddy please I’ll be good I promise,” she backed away but not getting far. He gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

He grabbed the ball gag out of his pocket and strapped it gagging her in the process. “You made too much noise all day so it’s time to be quiet. Isn’t that right my filthy slut,” he taunted knowing she can no longer speak clearly. She responded yes but it was muffled by the gag, drool immediately dripping down the corners of her mouth. He chuckled at the pathetic sight in front of him and grabbed her by the arm.

He turned her around and made her top half bend over the bed. He took in the sight before him feeling himself tighten in his sweats. “Now bratty little girls like you deserved to be punished right,” he questioned and rubbed her right cheek. He heard her try to muffle out replies but she couldn’t so instead she frantically shook her head in agreement. He harshly smacked her right ass cheek and she let out muffled cries. He did the same to the other each smack on a different cheek. He finally let up when both cheeks were bright red with hands prints on both. 

He grabbed the rope off of the floor and tied her hands behind her back. All while Y/N is in the background a sobbing mess from the spanking she just received. He sat her up and laid her on her back with his face hovering over her heat. He flatten his tongue out and licked her folds through her laced panties. She bucked her hips up to get more friction. He pulled back and took her panties off, a string of her arousal can be seen as he pulls them down her legs fully taking them off. He spits on her folds and sucks on her clit. He brings a hand up and rubs a finger against her nearing the entrance. He quickly sunk a finger in making her let out a muffled cry.

“Aww what my little cock warmer thought that I would let her cum. Now why would I do that when you acted out today. Be a good slut a turn over for daddy,” he cooed slightly and took off his sweats and boxers in one go. He fisted his length two times before grabbing the blindfold. Y/N turns on her stomach slowly, her thighs shaking from the denial of her orgasm, and arched her back deeply. He groaned at the sight and tied the blindfold around her eyes, making her see nothing but the darkness that greeted her. 

Megumi pushed his cock against her folds coating it in her arousal and his spit. He tapped against her twice before quickly thrusting in and bottoming out making her let out a muffled scream. He thrusted his hips back and forth slowly and rubbed his hand down her back. He leaned over her frame slightly going slightly deeper than before and snapped into her hips. Going at a ruthless pace he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her back so her back was against his chest.

“You wanna cum slut, huh, wanna cum on daddy’s cock don’t you,” he questioned as he wrapped his hand around her neck as she whimpered out a yes. He unclipped the ball gag and threw it on the bed. He yanked her head back and looked at her cloth covered face. “Open your mouth,” he said in a demanding way. She obediently opened her mouth and he spit in her mouth telling her to swallow. He watched as she swallowed and let out a low moan directly in her ear. “Fu-fuck baby you take daddy’s cock so well,” he let her go making her body hit the bed.

He had a vice grip on her hips bringing her back to meet his harsh thrusts. “D-daddy yes, f-fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum. He slowed his thrusts down and pulled out denying her yet of another orgasm and laid on the bed on his back. “Ride me and I’ll let you cum on daddy’s dick,” he replied catching his breath and watched as she climbed atop him. Grabbing at his cock she positioned it at her entrance and slid down him taking all of his length. She started bouncing up and down on him making her ass clap against his thighs. He gripped her hips again and threw his head back from the feeling of her cunt gripping his cock. 

“Y-yeah fu-fuck, just like that baby daddy’s gonna fill that little cunt with his cum, you want that don’t you my little cock sleeve,” he groaned and thrust his hips to meet her bounces. She threw her head back and scratched at his chest feeling the familiar feeling of the two denied orgasms creeping back up. “Y-yes daddy, fuck I-i want your cum in me please please please daddy,” she begged ready to feel his cum in her and to finally release her orgasm after being denied twice. He held her hips down and piston his hips into hers making her let out a loud moan and finally letting her release for the night. His hips later stilled and he let out his hot spurts of cum into her, making her bite her lip and moaned at the feeling. 

She breathlessly leaned down and meet him into a kiss full of love and passion for each other. He slowly lifted her up off of him and untied the blindfold. He got up and went to the bathroom and ran some hot bath water for them to wash in. He came back and carried her into the bathroom and sat her against the counter. He put in her favorite body wash in the tub, the smell of vanilla began to fill up the bathroom. He went back in the bedroom and collected all the things he used on her and sat them in the corner of the room to be cleaned the next day. He walked back in the bathroom and stopped the tub water, grabbing her and sitting her down in the hot water.

He brought over towels for them to use and got in the tub immediately working to scrub her clean and wash her hair in the process. He kissed her temple gently whispering in her ear “You did so good baby I’m proud of you,” and continued to wash her off later rinsing her off. He did the same process with himself and got up out of the bath, turning to help Y/N out and wrapping her towel around her and giving her a kiss. She walked in the bedroom and put on a pair of his shirt and waited for him. He walked out and grabbed a pair of black sweats and out them on and went to change their sheets. 

He grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed softly and kissed her gently.

“I love you Y/N,” he said soft and sweet. 

“I love you too Megumi,” she replied smiling gently and dosing off.

So this is the end of my first I hope you guys enjoy it and please give me some feedback. It’ll be really appreciated. (I didn’t read over it to check for mistakes, so please don’t mind them if you see any.)

@noritoshiikamo @fushigurocockslut @megumifushi​

[carbootsoul]

anyway no one asked but: yue joins the gaang instead of becoming the moon at the end of season 1 hcs!!

- instead of giving up her life to replace tui as the moon spirit, she gives up tui’s blessing to give them the final burst of strength to escape from zhao. basically yue gives up her blue eyes, pale hair, and waterbending. she never (?) waterbends on the show, and the loss of her bending isn’t too devestating to her.

- also sokka gets a friend who can’t bend either... he deserves it.

- when the gaang leaves after the battle is over, yue decides to come with them and it’s a HUGE thing with her father and begins her main character arc, which is about whether her responsibility to her tribe and the preservation of their culture is more important than her paving her own way and also how those two things can coexist!

- she leaves her betrothal necklace on her bedside table and the last shot of the episode is just of it, lying there. 

- this got rly long so there’s more under the cut

- her traveling clothes are a thing shawl and a tunic similar to sokka’s with pants. she keeps her usual haircut but it’s tied with leather instead of the fancy hair things she used as princess. also she uses a hunting knife as a weapon

- she and sokka continue their weird not-dating-but-kind-of-dating dance for a lot of episodes and it’s generally awkward and easy comic relief. also more shots of yue blushing because she’s just so cuteeee

- there’s a scene of them stargazing where yue tells sokka the story of a pair of lovers who died and then remained best friends in all their future lives (because avatar friendships enduring through lifetimes and also friendship being just as important as romantic relationships)

- yue becomes friends with EVERYONE they meet IMMEDIATELY and everyone falls in love with her because she’s sweet and pretty and has a nice laugh.

- there’s a filler episode that’s just sokka and yue going shopping together and trying on lots of jewlery but the running gag is that yue keeps getting distracted with talking to other people and definitely flirting with every girl she runs into and sokka is always distracted with a pair of earrings or a set of rings and doesn’t notice. finally some random guy is like ‘man your girlfriend has been flirting with my sister this whole time... are you aware.” and sokka is immeditaly like ShE’s NoT mY GiRLfRiEnD and then like wait what

- so maybe yue is a lesbian. sokka is very distressed that he’s been trying to court someone who’s not interested so he talks with katara while she’s sewing or something and he’s like is yue gay?? and katara is like oh i don’t know. lots of people we know are queer. sokka: WHO??? katara: well, zuko. suki. sokka: ZUKO??? SUKI??? and this is when katara realizes her brother’s gaydar is nonexistent. 

- yue tries being a vegetarian (to be nice to aang) but thinks nuts are gross so she and sokka go on hunting trips together. she’s Very Good at archery.

- also the episode where they watch toph wrestle?? she and sokka are SO on her side. it made me angry in the show that sokka wasn’t on her side but yue would convince him very quickly and they are very loud together.

- she also stays to talk to toph on the estate because she doesn’t look as suspect as the rest of the gaang so the guards don’t kick her out immediately (read: she’s good at conforming to elitist ideas of how people r meant to act and passes the rich kid test). she and toph sit in the garden and watch the moon (because the moon symbolizes yue’s perceived failure to sacrifice herself to save her tribe) and talk about how sometimes to live as yourself you have to skirt your responsibilities to your family. yue leaves a few hours later firmly friends with toph.

- she continues to be the one firmly on toph’s side in the toph/katara disputes that are in the first few episodes with toph. katara can’t hold it against her though because literally who could hold a grudge against yue she’s so incredible

- (ok we’re skipping a lot of time here bc i frankly do not remember everything that happened in book 2) her ba sing se tale is her uhhh going to the market to buy herself an iced tea because she’s gay and just having a good time being a no one. a girl she runs into at the cafe asks her to go on a walk around the city with her and it’s very sweet but yue does Not know this is a date so when the girl gives her a kiss she gets blushy and says something dumb

- also at the end of another episode we have a short scene of yue on the roof of their house in the upper ring, staring at the moon and touching the place on her neck where her betrothal necklace isn’t. then the camera switches to zuko, on the other side of the city, looking at the same moon and absently running his fingers through his hair where his topknot used to be

- yue and jet hate each other but yue still advocates for him because she sees how he’s been hurt and thinks that he deserves a second chance. i don’t know the funeral traditions for any of the nations but she does a quick northern water tribe blessing over his body before they run away.

- yue and mai are like.. yes we r gay..... yes we do flirt with each other while fighting sometimes.... yes we r the two knife fighters.. yes we are ALSO narrative foils

- yue looks SO GOOD in fire nation clothes but she keeps her usual hairdo because she deserves it. the fire nation propaganda makes her very angry, as does the institutionalized homophobia. she starts arguing with some guy over it and katara is ready to back her up and start fucking screaming and get arrested and sokka is like.. now. now is when i should talk to her. 

- he drags her away and she’s like fuck dude i can fight my own battles and he’s like no i just.. what you were talking about.... i have something i need to tell you..... and she’s like you’re bi!! good for you, sokka, thank you for telling me. and he’s like :bi shock: no?? you’re a lesbian. anyway yes she is a lesbian they are wlw mlm solidarity. 

- there’s a filler episode where toph and yue rob a bunch of fire nation soldiers and when they get caught (after a While of these robberies) they get out of it by playing the ‘dumb rich kids’ card and run away with jewelry like.. dripping off their hands. katara makes them sell all of it except a choker necklace yue keeps that looks like a betrothal necklace but instead has an etching of a bird flying away.

- skipping again bc this is getting rly long. when zuko joins the gaang he and yue have a tentative conversation about their relationships to their nations and he’s like.. idk sounds like you needed to leave? that wasn’t an environment that you can thrive in. and she’s like but i can change it! i need to be there to change it, and i left. and he’s like well no. some things are just toxic. i went back to my nation and it was terrible. and she’s like i have a responsibility to my PEOPLE and gets mad at him and she and katara r like angry at zuko team. 

- yue’s life changing field trip with zuko is just them leaving on appa to go to a market and be normal teenagers. they both viewed each other as Fire Prince and Water Tribe Princess, but this lets them open up and realize concretely that that’s not all that they are. 

- zuko apologizes for implying that the nwt was irreparable and explains that the fire palace wasn’t something he could fix and that trying just hurt him more. yue says that part of the reason she was angry with him was because he was right and that she felt so much more herself when she was away from her home. they finally reach the conclusion together that they have to become themselves before they can hope to change their cultures for the better.

- yue comes along to boiling rock but is v much background to zukka bromance. she hangs out with suki some (lots more yue blushing oc bc suki is BUFF) and does some dumb gay fighting with mai but they’re both bad at it because yue is busy mooning over suki and mai is busy protecting ty lee.

- ember island players still say she turned into the moon >:(

[kylo-reid]

Supreme Leader Hux (NSFW)

characters: armitage hux x female reader

word count: 1,861

summary: all you want to do is please hux since you’ve had the biggest crush on him forever, and today happens to be your lucky day, especially if you call him supreme leader

warnings: 18 +!!! smut below!!! , praise kink, degradation kink, authority kink, dom!hux, sub!reader, rough sex(kinda??), fingering, oral (m receiving), spitting (if i missed anything let me know!)

days have passed since the battle at crait, and since kylo ren has now become supreme leader of the first order. the position of commander has been left vacant, and you were promoted. your stomach jolted with butterflies, the power excited you but terrified you. of course, there was one thing that made you the most anxious.

general armitage hux.

you had always looked up to the general and gave him the utmost respect. hours after the battle, you had a meeting with him. he spoke quickly and impatiently about the new supreme leader. you could tell he wanted the spot to be his.

that night, you went to your quarters and moaned the general’s name. you wanted him to take his anger out on you. all the passion that remains inside him for the order, you wanted to relight that spark with him inside you.

the next day, you made you move. hesitant, you opened the general’s office door. he quickly looked up at you, sighing, and then looking down at the papers on the desk.

“commander (y/l/n)... i don’t remember requesting your presence.” he says, not looking up at you

“you didn’t… i just wanted to speak to you about something…” you say, voice shaking slightly.

he looks up at you, eyes staring into your soul. “what exactly?”

your hand was still on the doorknob. you turn your back to him and close the door, locking it. the general is out of his chair and stands a few feet from you. confusion runs across his features.

“what do you think you’re doing (y/n)?” he demands

you walk closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “armitage… i've known you for a while now, i can tell you’re angry… you’re losing hope in the order you love, because you wanted to be supreme leader.”

his muscles tense under your hand, jaw clenching at the mention of the title. you lean in close, hot breath on his neck and whisper in his ear, “you should have that title sir.”

you back away and stare at him. a blush coats his cheeks, his pupils are wide and he takes a breath, like he’d been holding air since you walked into the room. “what are you suggesting?” he says quietly

you look him down, smirking. “take your anger out on me general…”

he smirks and bites his lip, turning to his desk. he pushes everything off of it with a crash. you begin to unbutton your uniform. he then throws himself into his chair, slipping off his belt and unbuckling his trousers.

“get over here. now.” he orders

you smirk and saunter over. you shake your hips as you walk. as you climb on his desk, you see his erect member already pink with desire. you lick your lips and slip off your top, then reach back and unhook your bra.

the general has his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking furiously as he watches you strip before him. he moans when your breasts come free of their restraint, jerking faster. you reach down and slip off your boots and pants. you then put your legs on the desk, spreading them open to reveal the wet spot in your panties.

the general removes his hand from his cock and stands up, leaning over you. his member pressing onto your stomach, he grips your face with one hand and hip with the other, leaning in to passionately kiss your lips.

moaning into his mouth, the general slips his tongue in between your lips. you battle with him, both of you letting out moans every so often. the hand on your face moves to your neck, gripping roughly.

you pull away from the kiss and gasp. hux’s eyes have clouded over with lust. you moan as the grip on your neck becomes rougher, face heating up due to lack of oxygen.

he then takes his hand off your neck, and you gasp for oxygen. he smirks and licks his lips. “you liked that didn’t you?”

you nod quickly, not taking your eyes off of him. you’re desperate for him to touch you, your clit aching with need. his hands trail across your body before setting at your breasts. hux puts his head in between them, and takes a nipple into his mouth, grabbing the other in his strong grip.

you tilt your head back and moan. the contrast of the heat of his mouth against your cold and hard nipple makes it harden. he rolls his tongue around the bud, occasionally nipping at it with his teeth. he looks up at you and pulls off, clicking his tongue.

“why aren’t you looking at me?” he asks

you look down at him and he smirks, pinching your nipples. a moan escapes your lips. “much better commander.”

calling you that makes you buck up your hips. armitage looks down at them and shakes his head, sitting back down in his chair. “of course… how could i forget that cunt? i’m sure you’re so wet, aren’t you?”

you prop on your elbows and nod. he shakes his head, gripping the fabric in his hands. he wanks them down and you lift up your ass. he throws them across the room and spreads your legs. his mouth waters at the sight.

your swollen clit, and the scent of the wetness between your thighs makes his cock twitch. “keep your legs open for me.”

the general slips out of the rest of his uniform and underclothes. his body gleams with sweat, though the room is cold. you know you have him right where you wanted him. he needs you now, there’s no going back.

hux’s hand slaps down on your pussy and you moan loudly. he smirks as you buck your hips again. “you’re such a dirty little girl commander… who would have known you like to be abused like this?”

he slaps your cunt again and you gasp, jerking up into his palm. “turn around, let me see that pretty little ass that looks so good in your uniform.”

you quickly turn around, sitting on all fours. hux’s hands spread open your ass and cunt. you turn to look at him and a hand comes down hard on your ass. “eyes forward. good girls take things as they come.”

“yes general.” you whisper

“no. who am i, pet?” he growls at you

you think for a moment, then you realize what he’s asking for. “yes supreme leader.”

he moans at your words and stands up, teasing his cock against your folds. you tighten at the feeling, trying to pull him inside you. “be patient my good girl… i’m going to take my time with you.”

his hand trails down your stomach, to your aching clit. he begins to rub it, slowly at first, but then increasing speed and pressure.

you fall onto the desk and moan his name. he slaps your ass again and again, still stroking you. every so often, he dips his fingers into your heat, collecting your juices and rubbing them around you. without warning, he slips two fingers inside you.

you clench around him and he smirks. “you’re so desperate commander… do you want your supreme leader that badly?”

“yes sir! i want your cock so badly!” you moan

he smirks and pumps his digits inside you, then pulls them out. “turn around.”

you flip over on your back and watch him take his fingers in his mouth, licking up your juices. he sucks for a little then pulls them out of his mouth with a pop.

“you taste perfect…” he whispers

his cock is aching. you can tell that it’s feeling neglected. you sit up and climb off the desk, legs feeling like jelly. getting on your knees, you grasp the general’s cock. you pump it a few times before taking his entire length into your mouth.

hux tilts his head back and moans, entangling his hands in your hair. you look up at him through your eyelashes, running your tongue along the tip, sucking up the precum. hux growls and forces your head down his member. you gag in surprise, but quickly recover. he bucks his hips, as he fucks your face, your nose buried in the red hair at the base of his cock.

you reach up and play with his balls. hux gasps and growls, fucking face faster and harder. drool drips down your chin as you try and collect as much air as you can through your nose. you massage his balls and he pulls you off his cock, picking you up and lying you on the desk again.

“you don’t get to decide when i cum.” he says.

he grips your face again and opens your mouth, bending down and spitting on your face. you stick your tongue out and gather what you could, swallowing it down.

“you’re mine now.” he growls

“i’m all yours, supreme leader.” you whisper, voice hoarse from the throat fucking you recieved

hux chuckles and spreads your legs as wide as they will go, he grabs his cock, running it over your clit. you jolt up to him and he glares at you, shaking his head. then without warning, he enters your sex.

you gasp and grab your breasts, pinching your nipples. armitage can’t take his eyes off of you, as he sinks inside you.

“you’re doing so well pet… taking me well. you like my cock?” he mutters, sinking all the way inside you.

you squeeze around his length and moan. “y-yes sir…”

he moans and buries his face in your neck, peppering wet kisses over your skin, nipping and sucking occasionally. he then being to pump in and out of you, going slow at first. he kisses your collarbone and thrusts faster, moaning against your skin as you squeeze around him.

he thrusts faster, the desk begins to shake and shift under you. your eyes roll in the back of your head and you moan as he pounds your g-spot. he picks his head up and takes one hand from your legs, to rub your clit. he pinches it and massages it.

you’re a sweaty, moaning mess. you gasp, “s-sir i-i’m gonna…”

“you’ll cum when i tell you pet… hold it in a little longer…” he moans and throws his head back.

he puts the hand not on your clit on the desk next to you, and thrusts into you at an accelerated but sloppy pace. you can tell he’s getting close to his climax.

“who am i (y/n)!?” he yells through a moan.

“m-my supreme l-leader sir!” you gasp

“that’s right! cum for me commander!” he yells

one final thrust and you’re pushed over the edge. you squeeze around hux’s length as you climax and he moans, pumping his seed into you.

both of you are panting messes. he pulls out of you and cum drips down your thighs. you sit up and he throws himself in his chair, smirking as he looks at you.

“clean yourself up. i may want you again later…” he says, slipping on his clothes and walking out of his office.

[kingwuko]

Wuko in the Comics: Ruins of the Empire: Book 1, Part 1

Welcome to my second post on Wuko in the comics. In this post I’ll be discussing the first half of Ruins of the Empire: Book 1. Wu is a prominent character in this comic trilogy, and there is lots of character development and exploration for him. There are also a lot of scenes with Wu and Mako together, and what’s more, there are a handful of visual parallels to Korrasami!

Ruins of the Empire

Book 1 of RotE was released in May 2019. The art style is different from Turf Wars- the colors are very vibrant and it almost looks like stills of the animated series. It takes place 3 months after the conclusion of the animated series, and there is lots of continuity following the events of Turf wars. Some major plot points that carry from Turf Wars include: Wu has been governing the Earth Kingdom, Korra and Asami are in a firmly established relationship, and Zhu Li is President of the United Nations.

Plot Summary

The first half of Book 1 of RotE highlights the transition of the Earth Kingdom into a democracy by focusing on the first state to hold its elections, Gaoling. Gaoling’s election is at risk of being disrupted by Earth Empire general, Guan, who didn’t surrender when the rest of the empire did. The Krew decides to accompany King Wu to Gaoling to ensure the election proceeds without interference.

Major plot points in the first half of Book 1

We start out with a flashback that sets the timeline for the rest of the comic. In Gaoling, Commander Guan is running an earth empire “reeducation camp” and has just gotten word that Kuvira surrendered, but isn’t planning to give up so easily. He insists that his “experiments” and the Earth Empire will go on, with or without Kuvira as the Earth Emperor…. Then we jump ahead 3 months to Republic City, City Hall. We start out with an excellent frame, the first of many Wuko Korrasami parallels! Get excited, there are SO many!

Bolin is working for President Zhu Li Moon now, because, why not? He just quit his job working with Mako on the police force, and now he’s Zhu Li’s administrative assistant or something. Zhu Li is going to be introducing King Wu for a “big speech” to the citizens of Republic City. Korra gives Wu a friendly elbow nudge and asks if he’s ready. (the first of many wholesome friendship moments between the two of them)

Wu is not ready, he’s nervous. He asks Mako to read his speech for him, and Mako says no way- but then he reassures Wu that he’ll do great. “Just be yourself” Wu is immediately comforted and says that Mako always knows the right thing to say and that must be why he keeps Mako around! (I can think of a couple other reasons...) Mako’s expressions are very stoic and closed off. He’s got his arms crossed and looks grumpy (I feel like I’m always saying Mako looks grumpy. But that’s the best adjective I can come up with).

Wu begins his speech where he announces that it’s almost time for the Earth Kingdom states to begin holding elections, starting in the state of Gaoling. Grandma Yin and cousin Tu are in the audience and Yin is booing Wu, and also yelling “Long live the monarchy” while holding framed portraits of Wu and Hou-Ting.

Asami, Korra, Mako and Varric are standing behind Wu, applauding along with the crowd (well, the crowd minus Yin). Korra and Mako casually compliment Wu, saying that he's doing great and almost looks like a real leader! Wu says that within a year there will be a peaceful transition to democracy. He gets bombarded by questions and panics and starts singing. He tosses his stylish hat into the crowd, which Yin catches and says “you’ll always be my king!” Mako covers his face with his hands, Korra says ”well you did tell him to be himself” and Mako says “this is NOT what I meant”. Sorry Mako. You know Wu better than anyone so you should have known a song was coming. Zhu Li takes the podium and Wu dramatically faints/collapses into Mako’s arms. I presume on purpose.

We cut to a scene of Kuvira’s trial. Kuvira, after being read the charges against her, pleads not guilty (because every thing she did was for the “greater good”), Suyin confronts her and Kuvira apologizes but Suyin isn’t having it and forcefully tells her that apologies aren’t enough, she has to take responsibility.

We move on to President Moon’s office, where Wu is sitting on a sofa and Bolin welcomes Asami, Mako and Korra in. Mako lampshades Bolin’s many career changes. Bolin makes a comment to Mako that just because Mako has “found” himself it doesn’t mean the rest of them have. I, for the life of me, can’t figure out exactly what Bolin is trying to say here. Is he referring to the fact that Mako has “found” his career as a detective? Or something else, like his true feelings for Wu? Probably the first thing but us Wuko shippers will happily apply it to the other thing.

Once everyone is settled in, Wu asks them to come with him to Gaoling for the upcoming elections! Mako is actually not thrilled, and tells Wu that they aren’t going to be there for him to show off as his entourage. Wu is like No, that’s not it! Well, yes, kinda. He wants their help dealing with the Earth Empire loyalists being led by Guan. The Earth Kingdom army is understaffed and Wu is worried the Guan will try to prevent the elections from happening. The Krew agrees that it could be a problem, especially since it could cause other states to back out of holding elections and allow the earth empire to rise again.

So the Krew plans to come to Gaoling to show support for the elections, hopefully deter Guan from interfering, and Mako says they will keep Wu safe. Zhu Li encourages Bolin to go as well. Wu is very excited to team up with Mako again! After they leave the President's office, Korra suggests going to go speak to Kuvira to try to gather intel on Guan- Asami is not thrilled and doesn’t want to go with her because Kuvira was responsible for her father’s death. Korra is understanding and supportive and they share a lovely little kiss before Korra heads off.

Korra arrives at Kuvira’s prison with Naga. We catch a quick glimpse into Kuvira’s mind as she remembers a moment from her childhood when she ran away from her parents-after her parents accused her of breaking a vase, the take away her toys and lock her in her room “for her own good”, and she uses her earth bending to break the wall and escape. This and other flashbacks attempt to make us more sympathetic to Kuvira so we can accept her redemption arc in the remainder of the comics. After her little flashback, Korra and Kuvira discuss Guan. Kuvira says she didn’t know Guan hadn’t surrendered, and that Korra should consider him a major threat because he is cunning and strategic. Then Kuvira tells Korra if she wants to stop Guan, she should bring Kuvira along to reason with him and convince him to stand down and surrender. Korra is not convinced, but Kuvira tells her to take time to think about it, and she’ll be there to help when Korra asks.

Meanwhile, Guan is rallying his troops. He’s got a sizable regiment of soldiers along with tanks, and is giving them a big speech about taking back the empire and rising from the ruins of defeat. He and his troops head out of their fortress, presumably to do exactly what everyone is worried about and stop Gaoling’s election.

Mako and Wu Scenes

Mako and Wu are featured in many scenes of these comics, together more often than not!

The very first scene with Wu, he is standing right next to Mako, in the same frame as Korra and Asami. I realize “standing next to each other” might not actually be ground breaking evidence for Wuko, but it feels like a parallel to Korrasami, and most importantly creates kind of an establishing shot, planting Wu at the center along with Korra. This is kind of amazing considering he was in only one season of the show and he was largely a comic relief character that I don’t think the writers meant for us to take seriously. There is a pattern of parallels in RotE with Korrasami and Wuko, and we don’t really need to reach for them. They are right there, visually.

We also get to see some lovely moments of Korra’s and Wu’s friendship. She elbows him good-naturedly. She’s kind and supportive. She compliments him. He does seem a little awkward but overall it seems he really fits in with the Krew now, and I find it really sweet. His characterization feels very different from the show. He isn’t obnoxiously flirting with every 'dame' he lays eyes on. He isn’t bratty, or materialistic. He’s still goofy and lands some comic relief joke moments, but overall he is treated like an actual character with substantial development and plot-advancing roles.

During Wu’s speech, Mako is staring like, way too intently at him while casually complementing how he almost looks like a real leader. (Well, up until Wu starts singing, and then his second-hand embarrassment seems more intense than the others, who mostly just seem a little stunned, while Mako has his face buried in his hands). Also, the running gag of Grandma Yin being obsessed with royalty has it’s funny moments during his speech, but I really like it because the fact that Mako’s grandma is reverent, affectionate, AND outspoken with Wu would probably create an interesting in-law dynamic, right? Also, during his song, the tosses his hat out to the crowd which Yin catches like a single lady catching the bridal bouquet, and says “You’ll always be my King!” I like to imagine that she now wears his hat everywhere, along with Mako’s scarf. I know I’m reaching but Yin wearing both their accessories is another Wuko moment in my mind.

Let’s also talk about Wu fainting. After his panic-singing, Zhu Li quickly takes over and Wu steps back and dramatically faints, saying “Wu down”- right into Mako’s arms. Why into Mako’s arms? Did he step back and strategically aim himself at Mako? Technically the closest person to him was Varrick. So he had to stagger back diagonally and fall back toward Mako on purpose. Did Mako catch him with lightning-fast reflexes? Korra was also right there and she’s the Avatar, you’d think she’d react quicker than Mako. Nope. The best explanation is that Wu for sure was intentionally falling into Mako’s arms, and Mako’s ‘protect Wu’ instincts kicked in faster than anyone else's because.. Well. You ship Wuko. You know what I'm saying. <3

During the conversation in Zhu Li’s office, once again, visually Mako and Wu are parallel to Korra and Asami. They are sitting next to each other on a couch opposite Korra and Asami. However, there is this one moment where Mako is NOT HAVING IT with Wu. When Wu asks the Krew to join him, Mako is like, why? For show? No way. He says “We’re not your entourage, Wu.” Honestly that was kinda mean of him to say. I’m not sure what to make of it other than Mako is suddenly grumpy because his brother (who was visibly offended by Mako lamp-shading his career-hopping) snatched away a tray of cupcakes a moment before. Still, Wu is quick to reassure him that it’s not like that at all, and delivers the news of Guan and quickly makes a case that it’s the practical thing to do considering the political climate. Mako immediately agrees after that, and quickly flips his script to “we’ll keep you safe”. And Wu’s triple “yes” response with an excited fist in the air is enough of a Wuko moment for me.

When they leave Zhu Li’s office, yet another visual Korrasami/Wuko parallel. Korra and Asami are in the back holding hands, and Mako and Wu are in the front with Wu’s arm draped around Mako’s shoulders. Wu is very happy that Mako is coming along. Says they should get a smoothie to celebrate, and it’ll be just like old times! I’m sure Wu missed Mako. Mako doesn’t seem quite as thrilled but at this point it's really just Mako’s face. He just always looks like that. Who knows what he’s thinking inside.

What this means for Wuko

So if you are writing some fanfic or just coming up with headcanons with the comics in mind, there is a lot of material to work with right away. They are in close proximity for most of their scenes. Wu is accepted by the Krew, and he is buddy-buddy enough with Korra to presume he’s probably been talking to her outside of the scenes depicted in the comics. So there’s some potential for wingman or matchmaker Korra, or at the very least she will be happy and supportive of them getting together since she has warmed up to Wu a lot. Both Mako and Wu have matured enough that a healthy relationship is within reach. Wu clearly has affection toward Mako, and Mako still has that protective instinct toward Wu, even if he looks like he’s not having a great time (But like I said, he looks like that all the time, so I'm pretty sure he just has resting bitch face).

So that is about the halfway point of book 1. The next post I will talk about the second half of book 1. Some things to look forward to: a sauna scene, Mako, Bolin and Wu giving Kuvira the Bitchiest collective look ever, and Wu casually telling Mako that he loves him.

Wuko in Turf War

Wuko in RotE part 2

[jisungscaramel]

tinted glass | han

❀ genre: smut with a little angst, office au ❀ pairing: Han x Reader (female) ❀ word count: 1.7k

[Warning] explicit sexual content, (mild) power play, dom Han, face fucking, spanking, (mild) s&m, (mild) degradation

You wrinkled your nose in absolute distaste at the tacky decor of his office. It just screamed new money pretending to be old money. 

It was in the corner of the building - two of the four walls were lead glass, tinted black for less than obvious reasons (mere privacy was only part of it). 

When you walked in, the first thing you noticed was the white marble tiles, spaced by a gold colored grout. The amplified clang of your caramel stiletto pumps echoed in your ears annoyingly so. 

There were two loveseats facing each other, divided by a coffee table, which was the only thing in the room that was remotely normal. It was simple cherry wood with cabriole legs. The couches were a different story. They were covered in red velvet, and the wood frame was detailed in gold - it looked like it came straight out of a Victorian castle and not in a good way. 

You hung your coat on the edge of the couch, and draped yourself over it, making yourself comfortable by resting your head on the arm and your legs over the velvet seat without getting your shoes onto it. 

You had a clear view of his desk on the far end of the room. It was fashioned from the same cherry wood of the coffee table. The desk was solid, revealing no secrets, and it had a warm toned granite top. The chair was just as extravagantly tasteless as the loveseats - they shared a design. Aside from a small stack of paperwork, a fountain pen in a black marble Art Deco style pen holder, and a name plaque, the desk was clear. 

The name plaque in particular drew your attention. It was glass with a name lasered inside; its simplicity set it apart from practically everything else in the office. You actually didn’t hate it. 

Han Jisung, CEO, it read. 

It wasn’t the first time he requested this of you but it was never in his office. It was a bit unorthodox for you but it didn’t matter if he was still paying you extra for your “overtime.” 

“‘I’ll be there at 10 sharp,’ my ass,” you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes. His “appointment” technically started two minutes ago; his mild tardiness was out of character. 

As the door began to creak open, you arched your neck back to get a clear view, not wanting to get up and turn around. 

And there he was, black hair side parted and neatly arranged, ears adorned by diamond studs. His suit was all black and perfectly tailored. The gold detail on his loafers matched his cufflinks. He was definitely attractive, and even if you’d never admit it to him in a non-sexual setting, you most certainly had no issue in admitting it to yourself. 

“You’re here early,” he remarked, voice nonchalant but his eyes would soon tell a different story. He strode toward his desk to set down the briefcase in his hand. He turned around to lean against his desk, crossing his arms and studying you with his gaze. 

“I’m not early; you’re just late. You told me to be here at 10 PM… it’s 10:07.” 

He raised an eyebrow in amusement, “is that so?” 

His attention was more focused on the fabric on your body, or rather the lack thereof. You sported a red blazer, opened to reveal a black lace bra. You had a short tight skirt to match the blazer and off-black thigh highs. Your hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and you had bright red lipstick to match your suit. 

Clearly, you’d picked the perfect outfit because the dome forming in his trousers was all too apparent. 

“Take that blazer off… and the skirt too.” 

You obediently followed his orders, placing the garments next to you on the couch. 

“Now come here.” His eyes moved up and down your frame as you walked toward him, fixing on your lips when you fixed your position a foot away from him. “On your knees.” He affectionately petted your hair as you lowered yourself in front of him. He started unbuckling his belt. “Hands behind your back.” He dropped his pants and boxers down his legs in one motion, erection springing free. “Suck.” 

You placed an open mouthed kiss on the tip, dragging your tongue down his length and back up again. You took the head into your mouth, circling its underside with your tongue - that was where he was the most sensitive. He growled lowly, gripping the edge of his desk. 

Your lips rounded to cover your teeth and you slowly took as much of his length as you could without the aid of your hands to keep you balanced. You started bobbing your head up and down, making zero effort to curtail the gurgling sounds you inadvertently were making in an attempt to fight off your gag reflex. 

“Fuck, why are you so good at this?” He threw his head back, gripping the base of your ponytail to guide you into a faster, deeper pace, and he began grinding into your mouth, just desperate for more friction. 

You had to tighten the back of your throat just to keep up. Tears began rolling down your eyes, and drool began rolling down the side of your mouth. 

He smirked. “Your face is so gorgeous when it’s stuffed with my dick,” he purred, stroking your cheek with the back of his index finger, “Such a good little whore.” 

And right when you felt like your throat couldn’t take anymore, you felt a familiar thick salty fluid coat your tongue. “Open.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to catch the remainder of Jisung’s release as he haphazardly stroked it out, not caring if a drop or two fell on your cheek… or your chest. 

Swiftly, he lifted you from your kneeling position and had you bent over his desk. He smirked at the revelation of your crotchless black lace panty. He gave your pussy a gentle slap, pressing his middle finger against your clit.

He drew his hand back. This time, he made harsh contact with one of your ass cheeks, making you cry in masochistic pleasure. 

He groped your ass tightly, aligning his hips with your thighs to steadily dry hump you. In a matter of seconds, his cock was stiffening again, prodding hungrily on your opening. When you’d first begun this affair with your superior, you were surprised at his recovery time. Now it was normal. 

He took the head into his hand, navigating it through your folds. “God, you’re fucking dripping, and I’ve barely touched you. Do you love giving me head that much?” he teased, bending over you until his lips were on your ear, “or maybe you’ve been dreaming all day about me rearranging your insides.” His low whisper reverberated through your nerves, making your core pulse in anticipation. 

And for a second, you slip out of character, “oh you wish,” your held back sass was just begging to escape. 

He bottomed you out instantly, your slick sin making it all too easy for him. He used so much pressure that he felt the surface of your cervix, making you scream in both pain and delight. 

“Did you just talk back to me?” The sound of his voice competed with the constant beat of his skin on your skin. 

“N-no sir.” You struggled to speak coherently, not able to fight back your moans and mewls. 

He pulled out abruptly and brought you up to stand, methodically yet hurriedly guiding you to the wall, pressing your body against the glass.

“Fuck..” he hissed as he struggled to fit back in you, pussy swelling from the short lived but strong beating it already got. He spit on his fingers and brought them down to your folds, smearing his saliva with your juices to make it easier for him. 

He slowly slid into you, and your eyes rolled back at the friction of him stretching you out, electricity igniting your body. The heat that radiated from where your bodies met contrasted wonderfully with the cold sensation from the glass. 

For an instant, your eyes closed focusing on the feeling alone, but something else entered your mind: an imagination, the imagination of someone else behind you blowing your back out. 

“Changbin…” you whispered softly, and upon realizing your mistake, your eyes shot open. The only sound Jisung offered was the usual array of grunts and growls. Either he didn’t notice or he chose to ignore it. 

He lifted your leg up, guiding it to fold in to move over between his torso and your back and down on the other side. Now you were facing him. He gripped your thighs to give you more leverage, and you clung to his shoulder for support. 

“Look at me.” His gaze was so piercing yet filled to the brim with lust, making the adrenaline release from every cell in you. His lips found their way to yours, kneading at them with pure carnal aggression.

He pressed your knees against the glass to get deeper access and he adjusted his angle to salaciously brush your clit. 

“Fuck, Jisung, don’t stop…” 

Words couldn’t express the medley of sensation that overtook your body when all your built up frustration found a release. 

Jisung let you ride out your high, still chasing his own, not caring if it overstimulated you. It felt indefinite to you but in seconds, he was twitching inside you, pulling out half way to watch himself spill onto your thighs. 

For the longest time, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, but eventually you found your way (while half-limping) to his velvet chair, frankly not giving a fuck if it got stained or not.

Jisung opened one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a wipe, handing it to you to clean yourself up. 

“Do I have lipstick smeared on my face?” you asked. 

“Hmm, no. Do I?” 

You snickered, “Yeah, a little bit.” 

Out of nowhere, he said, “You called out Changbin’s name earlier.”

“Oh…” Your pulse was exponentially increasing.

“Why?” 

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A/N this is sort of a reinvented version of something I wrote a long time ago... not that anyone is gonna recognize it from the original... (gif isn’t mine)

[kaypeace21]

The theme with “time” this season makes me think of the phrase, “wanting to turn back the clock.” And I then think of Will never wanting to grow up and wanting to go back to the old days of playing dnd in Mike’s basement.

And then I think of Will’s (speculated) reality altering bending powers. So could there be a possibility that Will may use those powers to “turn back the clock”?? Maybe rewrite how things happened? Maybe it would be after Mike’s “death” like you speculated earlier. Since he thinks Mike is “dead” he wants to go back, and that’s what he does accidentally.

ALSO, Hopper tells joyce that he was trying to runaway from his "past" trauma with sara- before he says that line in the letter about wanting to turn back the clock and then saying it's not possible to do so . (And that life life hurts you but eventually you get out of that cave and life goes on ). Similar to Will he wants to turn back the clock to better times, but a part of him isn't ready to accept his entire past/ the tra*uma that comes with that- in order to move on and heal for the future .

Like robin said about back to the future "he's stuck in the past .But he needs to get back to his time which is the future!"

HOWEVER- I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANY REAL TIME TRAVEL!!!!

I’ve mentioned  my time-theory many many many times- in relation to my DID theory.  even if my did theory is completely wrong (aka Will has powers so his alters/split personalities/innerworlds come to life)- 

We also see how memories are explored in a supernatural way in st - it’s not literal timetravel just El using her powers to explore tra*matic memories of others (Terry/Billy so far). Like NO TIME TRAVEL PLEASE-THAT’S JUMPING THE SHARK. I really don’t want it lol. XD I think hopper and Robin's lines allude to the theme that will be addressed: confronting the past/times that harmed you but overcoming it for the future because time goes on 'whether you like it or not '.

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In reference to my time-did theory. Look at the st s4 movie inspirations. In ‘what dreams may come”  a guy explores a heaven like world influenced by a painter’s emotions/created via immagination.We also have the movie ‘inside out’ -which involves “memory islands” (distinct worlds based on a child’s memories) which are influenced negatively by the kid being depressed she moved to California. The characters traveling to these memory islands are constructs of  kid’s mind -and 1 of them also has a guide helping them explore the ‘memory islands’.  Welcome to marwen- has an artist (attacked for being perceived as gay) imagining an abstract world based off his art- where the characters he made experience their own adventures (loosely based off the artist’s trauma). ‘The cell ‘ has characters explore the mind of a guy whose father ab*sed him- and the different alternative fantasy-worlds they explore are based off his memories. The cop exploring these memory-worlds, was also implied to be se*ually ab*sed by his dad . Also,in  Inception a guy says he’s a construct of a guy’s mind ( the guy who created the dream worlds that are like alternate dimensions/levels- also hates his dad). And leo’s character says he needs to help him escape the many different levels of the dream world of the mind. Movies like inception, total recall, the cell, enter the void, wizard of oz, Peter Pan, hellraiser 2, dream warriors, bill & ted’s bogus journey, the labyrinth,and welcome to marwen, all allude to this: because they involve entering simulated abstract worlds usually created/based on happy& traumatic memories/fears. While truman show/matrix are more about realizing your reality isn’t real. While in bladerunner 2044/total recall it has the theme of false implanted memories… probably relating to hopper/el realizing they’re alters of Will’s-and their memories were technically created by him.

Something some DiD suffers have are “innerworlds” .When someone has DID there can be multiple “innerworlds” that are separate from one another (and look very different from one another) .And are usually very abstract worlds that are based on the child’s memories (good &bad) . These worlds are usually created at different times and almost act like alternate dimensions (and the inhabitants -npcs/alters of those worlds usually don’t interact with one another) . So they can almost resemble alternate dimensions like how Scott Clarke mentions “Hugh Everett’s many worlds interpretation.” Russia where Hopper is- is probably one of those innerworlds.

HOPPER THEORY: 

tw:ab*se/r*pe. In s2 Nancy asks Steve how his “grandpa’s time in the war is a metaphor for your life?” And steve compares the mf to the germans in the war. Dr owens mentions Will has ptsd like “ (vietnam) soldiers’, Hopper saying he had buddies like Will . “In the 70s there was a study that compared the post-traumatic stress symptoms in Vietnam veterans and adult survivors of childhood s**ual ab*se. The study revealed that childhood s**ual ab*se is traumatizing and can result in symptoms comparable to symptoms from war-related trauma.” Hopper isn’t actually in Russia -but in one of the innerworlds (after he jumped through the rift of the machine- into Will’s mind). We’ll see flashbacks but also present circumstances of his imprisonment echo Will’s past with Lonnie (if the movies indicate anything)- being starved, guards getting payed in order to let other prisoners  r*pe a gay prisoner (than claim incorrectly because of his sexuality he wanted it) , as well as a gang of sadist men who r**e others and a warden using that as a threat to be compliant , being thrown in a dark room of solitary confinement and starved when they didn’t obey the warden, the warden being religious, etc. And the American soldiers (in Vietnam) in the movies aren’t much better and do similarly horrific acts to civilians like r**e and bragging/ happily k*lling women, children, and the elderly. The drill sergant in vietnam calling them homophobic slurs & women, and chocking one of the soldiers with one hand (like the mf/russian), slapping one for not believing in christianity. Tying up a soldier in a bed , gagging him, beating him and saying “remember it’s just a dream.” Only praising them when good in fire arms.(movies : fullmetal jacket, papillon, shawshank redemption, platoon, welcome to marwen, etc ) . My assumption is flashbacks of his life-  hints about him being an alter -the boxes in the basement are “vietnam” ,“dad”, and “ny” (and these are the memories of his we’ll see).or after escaping the prison he’s stuck in diff innerworlds of memories. And some of the bad characters in said stories will also parallel Lonnie . Like how in  the s4 film ‘peterpan’- the young girl Wendy imagines netherland and the villain -captain hook- is based off her father ( in the movie they have the same voice actors/while in all stage productions the 2 characters are always played by the same actor). Similar to the other s4 film- ‘wizard of oz’ where the wicked witch of the west from the mythical land of Oz (is played by Dorothy’s real life mean neighbor in the real world/kansas).Or in ‘the cell’- all the alternate dimensions of the dream world that were created by a guy with a ab*sive h*mophobic dad -had the same actor play the villain in each very different dream dimension. ”Not sure if they’d use Ross Patridge (actor of Lonnie) in this way . But it would be very interesting if (In makeup) Ross played many negative people in Hopper’s life.  

Also, in  s2, Jonathan mentions Indiana writer Vonnegut- In his book ‘slaughterhouse 5′- Vonnegut begins the story of Billy (William) Pilgrim, a man who has “come unstuck in time”. (time ref of Hopper saying he wants to ‘turn back the clock.’ or’ runaway from his memories.‘It accounts of Billy Pilgrim’s capture and incarceration by the Germans during the last years of World War II (Hopper captured by the russians), and scattered throughout the narrative are episodes from Billy’s life with his dad, and his own wife and kids.Billy is forced to be part of the war and similar things against his free will. The moments start from his childhood when his father throws him in the water to teach him how to swim. He was unwillingly drafted into the war. Later, he is kidnapped by Tralfamadorians  (aliens that are implied to be caused by his mental health issues/trauma) against his will. Therefore, he realizes that this concept is just an illusion.in bladerunner 2044/total recall it has the theme of false implanted memories… probably relating to hopper realizing he’s an alter and his memories are technically ‘created’ . Like in total recall- the bad ass spy is told all his memories: his wife/ years of marriage,  his name, are just implanted memories. And she says “you’re life is a dream.” We also have ‘Arrival’ -the parent’s daughter died young cause of terminal cancer- and the mother later realizes time is also just a abstract construct (a thing she can experience differently than others), but she still finds meaning/happiness in those memories/times.

I also talked about how sarah as an alter could come back and the 2 would explore the “innerworlds” of Will’s mind together (you can read the details there). 

El and Will theory 

I’m thinking of the s4 movies and 1 matrix scene comes to mind that could be an obvious hint to Did (and Will’s importance). Mr smith (the suited calm villain/ who is a literal computer program of the matrix world -cough alter/npc of Will’s) kidnaps/ ties up Morpheus to a chair (like Will in s2), injects him with drugs in the neck ( like s3 steve/ will’s arm in s2).  Then Mr smith says as everyone leaves the room “I’m going to be honest with you. I hate this place, this prison, this reality or what you call it.” (grabs Morpheus’ head and glares) “ I need to get out of here! I need to be free! And this mind is the key.”(referring to morpheus).morpheus also translates to ‘god of dreams’. Also Morpheus was wearing head gear similar to El in s1/Will in s2 . or in 12 monkeys the guy sent to psych ward -starts believing he’s just “crazy” and says “i created a world with those people in it.” “It’s not real .I’m just mentally ill, like you said ” when you know- it is all real,cause of the supernatural angle involved. in 12 monkeys a patient even tells him the fictional world he created would dissappear once his mental health was in order.

Then there’s the El stuff.  Hellraiser 2- has a normal psych hospital, but the basement floor has an evil psychiatrist experimenting on teens to open a portal to another reality. assasains creed/dream warriors -  has the psychiatric facility be similar to the s1 lab with sensory deprivation tanks, cameras, solitary confinement in dark rooms.The doctor experiments on them- and forces a character to go into the memories of another individual (we know El has memory powers).The dr reveals how the character’s reality/whole life isn’t what they think it is (and that the memories they saw with their powers-was their past life and they are that person’s reincarnation) . Aka Will is the host- and El is an alter (alters can see memories of other alters/the host irl-aka billy/terry were also alters ).

In assasain’s creed there’s 2 psychiatrists- one bad / one who is good (but influenced by the bad dr). One dr annoyed at the lack of progress, says about the patient “he doesn’t want to remember his father.” While one dr doesn’t want to rush the therapy/ the other dr wants the patient to go back into his memories regardless of how it affects him. (which could be Brenner & maybe Owens referring to Will’s dissociative-amnesia and not remembering all the ab*se Lonnie did. And Owens not wanting to rush it/hurt el by making her go into said memories …but Brenner not caring.

also other hints : Cough s4 using the movie wizard of oz refs “we’re not in Hawkins (kansas) anymore”-hint at russia. David on instagram posting st stuff and captioning it with and quotes, pretending to be dorothy from the film. Hopper in s1 saying hawkins lab was “emerald city” (referencing El- it’s also why they reference El entering our world in ep 1 and the alice in wonderland song plays) . Murray says about the supernatural “no one wants to see behind the curtain” (what was behind the curtain in wizard of oz-was a wizard aka Will). Or you know right before Will sees the mf for the first time -a clock turns rapidly/ he  has goosbumps at the back of his neck. Which he later grabs/states  are from “memories” he can’t remember that are like a “dream”. 

If i’m right-not sure how much of this may happen in s4 vs s5, though. But I think something like this is possible.  For all we know-Will/El being trapped with Brenner while Hopper escapes ‘russia’ could be how the season ends? The timeline i’m a bit iffy about-tbh.

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Delusional, 1, 21, Chenle please. I’m not sure if I have to specify the reader’s gender but it’d be great if it was male or gender neutral, thanks! Also, if there was another delusional, 1, 21, Chenle that was me, I forgot to add in the details, sorry.

what friends are for | chenle

synopsis. chenle is done playing nice.

warning. yandere themes, swearing, character death, rip chensung

your family may not be in the same level of wealth from his—the zhongs are damn near considered royalty!—but money never hindered your friendship with the heir. never once paying heed to the nasty side glances thrown your way whenever you're invited to sit at their table during soireés or charity events.

“thank you, really, mr. zhong, but my family—”

“well, bring them over here too! the more the merrier!”

and if there was one thing chenle’s parents liked about you, it was how family-oriented you seem to be. wanting to stick by your older brothers and sisters side. it just so happens that the zhongs treasure that principle the most.

blood is thicker than water.

so it was within these reasons why chenle, for the fucking life of him, doesn’t understand why you let that other brat into your little duo—park jisung wasn’t even in the same social class as the two of you!

you met him during this dance class you attended in downtown seoul. you had begged your mother to attend, and after she obliged, begged chenle to come with you. but no, while you may possess a compassionate nature, not at all minding the status quo, your childhood best friend, however, does not.

“oh, come on, lele. it’ll be fun!”

“i mean—i just don’t see the point of having to drive downtown for dance classes when we can just attend here! the choreographers are more world-renowned than those no-names you’ll meet in downtown.”

oh, how badly he wished he had agreed to come instead. or else you wouldn’t’ve met that middle-class peasant, wouldn’t’ve forced chenle to play nice, to smile through his annoyance as he nodded and waved at the boy you introduced to him.

“hey, i’m park jisung! i’ve heard all about you and your family here in the upper east, by the way. never thought i’d be meeting you, but here we are! let’s be good friends!”

if it weren’t for your sparkling eyes, chenle would’ve spat at the hand the other kid was offering. but instead…

“thanks, i guess? i’m chenle! and sure, i’d love to be friends.”

the agreement was movies after class at chenle’s place—it was what you texted in your little group chat with him and jisung. but when you arrived at the zhong’s estate after finishing up your extracurriculars, their helpers had quickly stated that the young master has yet to come home.

you had turned around to observe the row of cars in the zhong’s front yard, quickly noticing his red tesla is nowhere to be seen.

after bidding a quick goodbye to the butler who had answered the door, you quickly spun in your heels. trekking your way back to your chauffeur pulled up on the circular driveway, annoyance radiating off you.

jisung isn’t even here yet! and it was already fifteen minutes past the scheduled time. he’s hardly ever late.

just as your driver opens his mouth to ask what happened, the obvious frown and distress on your features is enough explanation for him, so he remains quiet as he waits for your instructions.

you pull out your phone to check if you accidentally missed any messages from either of the two boys, quickly finding that no, there wasn’t. no text or calls about sudden changes of plans from either of them.

until your phone chimes. a new message.

jwi-sUng, 6:29PM — yo chenle said lets watch at my dorm instead — see yuh

stupid. it was so stupid of you not to realize the signs. jisung is never late in his entire life, that boy is as punctual as he can get. and he’ll never use words like “yo” or “yuh” because… because, those were chenle’s texting style. and when you came inside jisung’s house, it should’ve struck you why the house is so quiet, why the house didn’t smell like ms. park’s cooking, why it was chenle himself that answered the door.

“ji and i have been waiting for you!” he cheers, slinging an arm over your shoulder before practically dragging you into the house.

“i came to your place and you weren’t there! either of you could’ve sent me a text or some—”

you stop rambling when you see the state of their living room. the couch is torn, the tv’s screen is cracked, porcelain vases smashed into a million pieces, tables overturned. it looks like a storm surged through the whole place and you’re now witnessing the aftermath.

but a storm didn’t do this. not when your eyes have zeroed in on jisung and his mom tied up in the middle of the room, men in suits guarding every window and exit of the house. some of them you’ve seen trailing behind chenle and his parents. the zhong’s bodyguards. brutes with no heart whatsoever, doing whatever the powerful family asks them to do.

“chenle. what… what’s the meaning—”

“i’m done playing nice. all i want is you. all i’ve ever wanted was you.”

he spat like poison as you stand immobile before the scene in front of you. the heir never thought he’d get a kick from seeing your face contorted with fear and confusion. but it did. and he basked in it.

you waited patiently for the punchline. for one of them to say ‘gotcha!’ but when your eyes met jisung’s fearful ones, you knew this wasn’t any sick joke they came up with to prank you. nope. this is as real as the hand chenle uses to push your hair away from your face as he stands before you, breaking the eye contact you have with the dancer.

“oh, come on…” he pouts cutely, looking out of place in a trashed up apartment. “i’m the one that isn’t tied up and you still don’t pay attention to me?”

“chenle, what’s going on?”

he laughs boisterously and you can’t help but wonder how more witch-like it sounded rather than the usual, innocent dolphin’s.

“i have everything i want,” he boldly claims, pacing before you, the cheap fluorescent lights of jisung’s home accentuates the harsh angles of his face. “money’s a given. power, too. with just those two, i can have the whole world at the palm of my hand—”

“let them go.”

you flinch when two burly men in suits start closing in on you from both sides. hands darting forward to grab both of your arms, until chenle gave them a hard stare, to which both retreated immediately. you understood what that look meant. no, not yet.

“geez… at least humor me, why don’t you?”

you don’t answer him.

“right,” he starts again, freezing you in place when he makes a beeline towards the dancer. “i have everything i want. well, used to. until this peasant came and ruined what we already have.”

jisung squirms and when he feels a cold circular barrel nudging the top of his head and his mom looks like she is ready to pass out. cold sweat starts building up in your forehead. you don’t know how you can get the three of you out of the house alive but if playing dumb can prolong your thinking time, then so be it.

“i don’t get it—”

“of course, you don’t!” you flinch, eyes trained on your ex-best friend and the gun he’s holding. “you’ve always been so sheltered, so naive, always hiding behind your older brothers and sisters to even realize what’s happening.”

“lele, please. just drop the gun first, we can all just talk this out—”

“see what i mean? naive!”

your heart shatters at the tiny whimper jisung lets out when the gun digs a little too much against his head.

“ever since you met this brat, you keep dragging him to our hangouts, trying to make him a part of our little party,” the heir explains through gritted teeth as he glares at you. “and you know what makes it worse? park jisung can’t fucking offer you anything other than a mediocre life. is that what you want?”

“jisung’s my friend. he doesn’t have to fucking offer me anything.”

he giggles like a madman. “oh, baby, i don’t think jisung feels the same way you do, though. have you ever seen the way he looks at you?”

and when your eyes flicker down to meet the dancer’s, the truth has never been more obvious when he fails to meet your eyes.

chenle clicks his tongue patronizingly as he pats jisung’s shoulder to feign comfort, before tossing the gun to one of his bodyguards standing behind him. “well, getting friendzoned sucks.”

“this isn’t a fucking joke—”

you yelp in surprise when the heir delivers a swift punch to jisung’s stomach. the boy bending in pain through the makeshift gag tied over his mouth.

“you’re right. it isn’t.”

you force yourself not to cower as chenle menacingly starts to approach you. a stoic expression on his face and you wonder for a moment, when did all of this even started?

“it is no joke that i love you—the one thing that i can’t have, the one thing so close, just an arm’s length away but still feels so far. but not anymore.”

you don’t where you manage to get the confidence nor the courage to blurt out what you were about to say next, but you regretted it all the same.

“this isn’t love. obsession, possessiveness, or infatuation is fucking far from love.”

the two consecutive sounds of a gunshot was deafening to the ears, but the heir supposes nothing can beat your screams as you fought against the arms of his guards, trying to get to the two people lying immobile in their own home.

“doing everything for this one person, is that not one of the criteria to say you love someone?”

chenle ignores the nasty spit you threw that’s dribbling down his expensive shoes. you’ll pay for that, one way or another. but that day is not today.

“jisung was our friend, you psychopath! this is insanity! you’re fucking crazy!”

when you try biting the hand that comes up to caress your face, one of his guards knees you in the gut. chenle wishes you didn’t have to force his hand, didn’t have to do this the hard way, but you leave him with no choice.

“you’re wrong. i’m not crazy—i’m just… in love. i did this out of love, i’m doing this out of love.”