#tonight was too much. im lightheaded

[crest-of-gautier]

video editing is so fun... (specifically cutting down hours of gameplay into a highlights format)

[f0point5]

would you consider writing the time when max realized that he loved yn?

i remember that he was like in a mindset of idgaf what happens with her im js happy being best friends and having her in my life but i wonder how he got to that point

The way this came out…idk I hope you like it 😂 I really wish I’d retconned this whole situation but I stayed true to the fic timeline.

I just…I really hope you don’t hate it 🫠

✨Set after Max wins his 3rd championship in Qatar✨

Honestly, who (is he) to fight the alchemy?

Max has been in love before. He knows what it feels like. It felt like winning a race. The adrenaline, the elation, the satisfaction, the sliver of relief. He didn’t think there was a better feeling, and if you feel that when you’re with someone, then that must be love.

He never felt like that with you. So he wasn’t in love. He loved you, but he wasn’t in love. Thank God for that, he’d always thought to himself. Max didn’t put effort into games he wouldn’t win and the games you played with men didn’t have a rule book. He was just so lucky, to have you as a friend, and a roommate, and a feline co-parent, and that’s how it would stay.

Except, when the journalist had asked him if you were going to live with him after he retired, he didn’t know what to say. Of course you would, except, how would your boyfriend feel about that? And of course he wanted you to, but he wanted a family, too. But you were family, in some complicated way that he’d never realised before that moment might mean that you wouldn’t always be…with him.

And he didn’t have the desire or the language skills to explain that to a random German journalist. He’d rattled off some answer about how he never knew what the future would bring. It was true, he didn’t think much about the future. But he should have, because when he did it always had you in it.

He wanted a house, and a wife, and kids. It wasn’t like he envisaged doing all that with you. Except, he hadn’t envisaged doing any of it without you, either. It was always you imagined having breakfast with, you he imagined would teach his kids to ski, you he thought about when he thought about buying one of those mansions in the hills above Monaco. Naively, he hadn’t imagined either of you with partners that would mind you and Max living your lives together. It sounded fucking stupid when he thought about it. But, it’s not like he was going to marry you, because he’s not in love with you.

It’s not like I’m in love with her. He’d said that before.

Aren’t you, Max?

Isn’t he?

Is he?

So now here he is, at this totally-not-a-party party, celebrating his this third world championship, wondering if he’s in love. Wondering if that even matters. The music is loud, not enough to drown out his thoughts. He can’t even drink too much because he still has a race tomorrow. He feels lightheaded enough.

He doesn’t know why he’s questioning himself. He has an answer. He knows what being in love feels like, and he doesn’t feel that about you. How he does feel about you, is…not quantifiable. Except he’d really like a name for it right about now. One that’s not going to spin his whole world off its axis. But then, he’s not exactly the axis, is he? Not really.

He should feel like the centre of the universe tonight. He’s lost count of how many times he’s received praise and congratulations, plaudits, and pictures, even gifts. Everyone wants to be in his orbit, everyone wants to talk to him, everyone except you.

You’re leaning against the balcony, bopping along to the music, talking to his dad of all people, your flushed face and lazy grin telltale signs you’ve had too much to drink. Jos is as close as he ever gets to smiling, a telltale sign he’s had too much to drink, and the two of you are, as usual, talking over each other. His eyes linger on your long legs and gentle curves. It would be cutting a corner, to say he’s in love with you, because how can you not be at least a little bit infatuated with the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen? But that’s not love, exactly. Even half drunk, with all this talk of spinning and the party beginning to blur at its edges, the only thing he can see clearly is you. You don’t even notice him looking, because you’re so used to feeling eyes on you.

No, being around you has never felt like winning much of anything. It actually feels a bit like he’s fighting for his life. It feels like…driving, he realises, as the gin starts to hit.

Being around you was like being in the RB19. Like being behind the wheel of something that could kill you, but fits you like a second skin. Like the illusion of having control of a force of nature. It was like living on a knife edge, but building a home there. Comfortable with the uncomfortable, they’d called him, and nothing had ever made him as uncomfortable as you.

If that was being in love, he’d probably been in love with you for as long as his dad said he was.

You don’t notice him looking, but Jos does. He waves Max over, and Max is glad for an excuse. His body gets up before he’s decided to, and he blinks furiously as he walks, trying to focus his thoughts enough to hold a conversation with you when he’s beginning to think he might-

“Maxy,” you say, grinning like it’s the first time you’ve seen him all night.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, fuck. The gin’s coming back. For a second he feels like he’s either going to ask you to marry him or vomit all over you.

“I’m leaving. She’s all yours,” Jos says, and Max steadies himself. His dad leans over and gives him one last hug before switching to Dutch. “Get her to bed. And yourself, also. You’ve still got to race tomorrow,”

Max nods and waves him off, closing his arms around you when you wobble, leaning into him for stability. Jos gives you a pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd, and you teeter again, pushing you further into Max. The extra weight is like a balm on what is now a gaping, raw wound, with the nerves exposed. He will never recover from this.

You turn in his arms, scrunching your nose in displeasure as you look up at him. “I hate this hat,” you flick the brim of his World Champion cap. “Worst hat they ever made you. Next year, we do a better one,”

“Okay,” he says, chuckling as the hat leaves his head.

“Can I have this?” You’ve already put it on.

“Sure,”

Take it. Take my Valkyrie. Take the trophy. Take my last name.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He doesn’t know how he’s looking at you. Is it different than he looked at you two hours ago? Different then when you were 19?

He just shrugs, tipping the hat back for you, since it’s so big. “You’re drunk,” he yells over the music.

You lean in, so close that he’s intoxicated by the scent of your perfume, champagne, and Red Bull. He turns away from you slightly, because he’s had too much to drink to be this close to you.

“I know,” you whisper to him, your lips grazing his cheek as you talk. That’s not helping. He turns back to you, finding your eyes searching his. For the first time, he’s worried what you might see. Because you’ve always seen him too clearly. It was awful, then exhilarating, now it’s just fucking terrifying. Your eyes narrow and Max thinks you’re about to outright accuse him of wanting- “You’re supposed to be drunk, too,”

He laughs. He laughs at your pout, at getting away with it, for a little while longer, at least, and he laughs because on the night he’s won a world championship he realises he lost his heart a long time ago.

Loving you didn’t feel like a winning a race, it felt like driving in one. And after all, isn’t driving all he ever wanted to do?

“I am, Engel,” he says, “trust me, I am.”

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

I was wondering if maybe you would be able to write a story where Steve gets super jealous of one of your guy friends and steve acts super weird and clingy throughout the day and super horny and then the second you get home he fucks her raw 😘

I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😆

ofc i had to do eddie with this. this has not been proofread at all and its like 1 am but I wanted to get something out for you guys cause I lovveeddd writing this! this is smut so minors please dni <3 go have a snack and come back another day!

cw: smut, jealousy (not triggering/toxic), enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v sex , mild daddy kink, an exorbitant amount of praise, slightly perv!eddie, overall fluffy happy smut <3 remember to stay safe and don't force yourself to read something that makes you upset or uncomfortable, that goes for everything on this website! enjoy loves <3

it's movie night! but… steve has not been having a good night. you're so oblivious. utterly oblivious to how much eddie is flirting with you. you don't even notice, guys don't usually flirt with you, so why would eddie? and he knows you love steve. he's having so much fun with it, teasing looks thrown at steve while you keep talking to him. usually, steve wouldn't get too jealous, but he knew eddie. and he knew eddie had a crush on you before. every ounce of reasoning leaving his body, replaced by the primal urge to claim. eddie knew what he was doing. he knew that you didn't want him, but in his mind he was doing you a favor, making sure you get fucked real good tonight.

steve comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist. pulling you into his side. “cmon babygirl, time to go. you’re tired baby.” and you just assume that you looked tired, steve was always good at sensing things before you.

a wave of your hand directed towards the rest of the small gathering in the living room as you ascend up the stairs to his bedroom. pulling you in and carrying you to the bed, ripping the cotton panties you had on under your nightgown. climbing over top of you.

a gasp, “- steve, steve?”

“youre mine baby, right?”

“yes im yours steve im yours,”

“can i show you? can i show you youre mine?”

“yeah, yeah, yes please”

and hes moving you to have your head hanging off the side of the bed. kissing your lips and then you’re forehead before bringing your hair together in a makeshift-ponytail. excitement buzzing in you when you hear the zipper of his jeans come undone, the denim disregarded.

“you wanna open your mouth for me babydoll?”

and you do. immediately. opening as wide as you can and relaxing your throat as much as you could.

“good girl, beautiful.” he cooed, “you know what to do if you need me to stop, right baby?”

you tapped on his thigh three times, signaling that you knew what to do. eyes still glassy and blown out from his dominance as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“love you, sweet girl,” stroking your face with one hand, while taking his cock out with the other. big and heavy, flushed near the tip. a vein on the bottom protruding slightly. tapping it lightly onto your tongue before you start suckling on his tip. he's panting and pulling your shirt up over your tits while you work your skirt off.

“fuck- you want more honey?” and you open your mouth wider for him almost instinctively. “good girl, my pretty little thing.” pushing his cock further into your mouth till it hits your throat, allowing you to position yourself in a way that's comfortable for you. “love you so much baby, you're mine. fuck- just mine, yeah?” panting as he rocks in and out of your mouth. your face flushed and lightheaded. fucked dumb and he hasn't even touched you.

that is until he leans over you, still pushing himself inside your mouth, spit drooling down his cock to his balls. and presses two fingers to your clit. moaning around his cock and making him twitch.

he pulls out slightly so that you have room to breathe when you need to, only taking half of him. before leaning down and gripping your hips. lifting them up and to his face. kissing your pretty pussy that was all his. licking and sucking your clit while you mewled around his dick. pushing him to the edge with your pretty moans.

his tongue leaves your clit, pulling away to come back to your face.

“im gonna cum now and then ill fuck you baby, okay? is that okay? you gonna let me make love to you?”

“yesdaddyyesdaddy” nodding frantically, fucked out and just ready for him to cum on you.

“good girl, get on your knees for me baby.” throwing a pillow to the ground before helping you situate yourself in front of him. eye level with his pelvis. “love you so much, my girl…my girl.” looking down at you adoringly, a sweet smile on his face while you take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head. He's panting and fucking his hips into you while you suck him off. “fuck yeah baby, keep going, ‘m gonna cum, love.”

with a few more thrusts he was gone, pulling out and releasing all over your face and tongue. leaning down to kiss you before reaching to his bedside table and grabbing a tissue to wipe your face with. situating you on the bed once he has your face all “clean” . your poor legs shaking from anticipation. steve almost never asks for blowjobs, and when he does, he always makes you feel really good after.

his face hovering over yours’ “good job babydoll, you did so good, that was amazing. you want me inside you honey?”

“yes please”

“okay babydoll, relax for me” pushing his half-hard cock into your cunt. wet and warm around him. moaning when you felt his cock harden in your cunt. taking his kisses graciously as he started to fuck you, holding your thighs on either side of him. fucking you nice and slow, sensually and romantically. pace picking up slowly. he leans down to take your hand off your mouth.

“i want you to be loud for me baby. let them know you're mine. let em know who can make you do this, who can make you cum like this.” his cock still drilling into you. wet sounds and skin slapping filling the room. grinding his hips down on your clit till your legs are shaking and he's cooing at you. “need to cum babydoll? you gonna cum for me? cmon honey. daddy wants you to cum baby.” you're both grinding into each other before his hand comes down to your clit and rubs small circles into it while he fucks you. pushing you to the edge. a moan almost as loud as a scream falls out of your mouth. your orgasm has you floating, making your cunt contract around him, legs shaking and breath heaving. feeling steves warm cum fill you up shortly after.

claimed. his.

of course, steve flips you over and onto his lap, pressing your back to his chest and rubbing your thighs to calm you down a little bit. before sliding two fingers inside you. palming your clit while he spreads a mixture of your cum over you. your back arched and once again almost screaming, this time from overstimulation.

“ahh- hurts daddy hurts,, thank you thank you thank you”

“shhh, don't have to thank me honey, relax your pretty head baby, let it be empty.” and guides your head back and onto his shoulder. trusting that steve will take care of you. completely blissed out and relaxed. unconscious moans leaving your lips. turning into whines quickly when his rhythm became faster and steadier.

“stevie, gonna cum, ‘m close,”

“shhh, let it go baby, cum for me. good girl.”

riding out your high by grinding up into his palm. whimpers and moans becoming softer and softer till you're falling onto his chest. head still a little empty.

“‘m yours ,stevie”

“and im yours, lovey”

[njm63522]

Hii I’ve been wanting to see more Star and stripe Fanfics for a while. I was thinking if you could do Cathleen Vampire x Fem reader, I would say they first meet During the night and Reader sees a large tall woman following her around until she finally Captures her but Cathleen’s Is very Apologetic towards reader since Cathleen was Starving all through out her hero Duties

Something like that.. it’s been on my mind for a while please please write this!🥺

I'm not sure if i did this correctly tbh, sorry if i misconstrued your request 😓 also, excuse any grammar mistakes....

vampire Cathleen! x fem reader

imagine this, you're on your way home after a long day of hunting there's been some sort of quirk that's turning people into vampires (and they turn other people into vampires, and it goes on). as the no.8 hero, you're assigned to help take care of this little... epidemic, until you meet someone who changes everything.

you're exhausted, sweaty and you want nothing more but to find solace under the covers of your bed, until you see someone not too far ahead of you, they have a certain aura to them, one that you can detect from a mile away, they're a vampire. and you have to be the poor soul to take care of it.

you considered calling someone to take care of it, you really didn't feel like it tonight, but you knew nobody would get there in time, so you sucked it up and followed, trying to keep as much distance as possible as to not get caught.

in all honesty, you were absolutely horrified, she was probably about 6 feet tall and built like an absolute UNIT. (that's so corny, i should take that out later.) you knew damn well this one vampire could very take you down if it wanted to, it made you consider just turning around and leaving, but you pulled through, hiding behind various objects and trying to stay out of her sight.

when you got close, you could see her limping slightly and panting, she looked like she was about to collapse, 'maybe this will be easy' you thought to yourself as you sped up behind her

you jump her (words cannot explain how much i hate that), she was surprisingly easy to take down given her 6-foot-somethong frame.

after a comical amount of struggling on both ends, you finally get her tied up and against the wall of a building. upon better inspection, you realize its Americas NO.1 hero, star and stripe

after a bit of prodding from you (aka, you literally just asking what happened), she finally admits that she was recently turned into a vampire and hadn't actually killed anybody yet. surprisingly, you had some sympathy for her and her story.

eventually, after some convincing, you untie her and you both spend some time talking, you learn about the vampire quirk she was unfortunately hit with and how she had to continue her hero duties despite the fact that she was literally starving.

a thought crosses your mind and you try to dismiss it as silly, but the more you think about it, the more it sounds like a genuine solution.

amidst her talking, you cut her off suddenly with your thought "you could.. use mine" you watch her eyes light up slightly, despite the fact that she protests the idea

despite her disapproval, you contest until she finally gives in though she doesn't sound too proud about the fact

its a little embarrassing at first her teeth bury into your skin, setting your nerves on fire. and when it was over, you were left lightheaded and basically sinking in her arms.

at first, you both would occasionally meet up so you could give her your blood (switch blood for weed, boom she's a drug dealer), but eventually your feelings for one another grew into something different, a relationship

then she turned you into a vampire and ya'll lived happily ever after <3

the end :3

the end was so lazy, I'm so sorry 😭, i literally went braindead.

also please excuse any notes i accidentally left behind, while writing, i think i got them all but im not too sure...

request page -----> link!

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Cocky d word Matty in a club bc all these guys in their early 20s are trying to make a move on you, but you’re always gonna stay loyal to your man. Matty doesn’t even intervene really- he just sits nursing his drink, chatting with friends as he watches you dance on the dance floor. You shake your head and dance away from a guy but he doesn’t take the hint. Before you can even look to Matty for help, he is excusing himself from the conversation he is in and making his way over to you. Matty tells the guy to do one. “That was very daddy of you, I must say” you tell him.

Adding to my last ask about d word Matty in the club. He smirks when you tell him that was ‘very daddy’ of him. “Oh yeah? You like your big strong protector boyfriend, princess?”. And you’re like FUCK YEAH IM GETTING IT GOOD TONIGHT. So you say into his ear “You know I do. None of those boys even come close to my man”. And Matty goes wild at the distinction and takes his role as Man very seriously that night

COCKY D WORD MATTY HELLOOOOOOOOOO god when he gets over the initial like panic that he's too old for you his narcissism kicks in to insane levels. but yeah, a group of you all go out and end up in the club living your best lives. at one point, your hype song comes on and the girls drag you away from matty to dance - he's watching you the whole time you're dancing about having the time of your life, thinking like "god she's so fucking gorgeous like that's my girl wtf how am i so lucky" (simpy) but lowkey also debating taking you home now so he can fuck you lol. anyway, as is the nature of clubbing, some Idiot Men shuffle up to you and the girls and start dancing near you. at first, you don't acknowledge them at all, just roll your eyes at each other and move away from them (matty sees you do this and giggles to himself as he takes a sip of his drink); one follows you, though, even after you literally turn round and say "not interested", and still lingers even after you've said "literally FUCK OFF". matty's at your side within seconds, arm around you protectively like "you alright, darlin'?" - you turn to kiss his neck, literally in full view of this random guy, and matty just looks him dead in the eye and says "why the fuck are you still here? my girl told you to do one. on you go, move on". and matty's jaw is tensed, you can feel all the muscles in his body taut, and he wraps both arms around you both romantically and protectively; basically, he's hot as FUCK right now. the guy scoffs and leaves, and matty smiles sweetly at you like "how you feeling, sweetheart?", and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly before you say "feeling like i just saw you be extremely daddy there, honestly". one of matty's hands slides down to rest on your bum as he smirks and whispers (like you said) "oh, you liked me being all protective, princess? your big, strong boyfriend keeping you safe from arsehole guys?", and you're like "mmm, like it a lot. you're the best. not one of those boys could EVER compare to my man, my gorgeous man, love of my life". something in matty just shifts; even in the poor lighting of the club, you can see his eyes darken, and he kisses you so passionately you feel lightheaded before murmuring "gonna let your man take you home and make you feel good, princess?", and you whisper "yes, daddy" directly in his ear before DRAGGING him out to the taxi rank to go home. when you're in the house, matty's taking every opportunity to show you how much of a man he is, carrying you to bed and going down on you for aaaaaages before fucking you HARD - but really, the most Manly mature thing about matty is the aftercare, which is always good but especially thorough after a rougher d word session such as this. shower, cuppa, cuddles and so many "i love you"s and "thank you"s until you both fall asleep (aching lol) <3

[macabrecravings]

y’all do NOT overexert urself by consuming too many visual novel games‼️‼️ especially not while streaming them on call because you WILL giggle 5 million times harder 🫡😔😔

(i am so giddy i feel physically anxious. my legs feel. almost weak. My hands r AUAUAUAHAH. i am. lightheaded from laughing and how much lore i’ve consumed tonight. Im feelinf. so normal. I MEAN IM. REALLY HAPPY— I HAD A GREAT TIME, ABSOLJTELY 0 REGRETS BUT 🕊️)

[ieropilled]

youre laughing. im about to die over these andy oure laughing

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o no

[elysianslove]

sal i have a very important question, from the hq boys, who do u think are the best at aftercare? i think hirugami, oikawa and suna but maybe because im biased lol

“maybe because i’m biased” is my excuse for every ask i answer on here habsjdjd i get like twt p*rn asks and say the same guys over & over again sorry 😞

BUT BEST AT AFTERCARE?? oof okay

sakusa definitely. runs you a bath even if you’re half asleep and always, without fail, makes you tea!! he just like has to make sure you’re okay. gives a ton of forehead kisses. also he’s always like “get up n pee i don’t want you getting a uti.”

oikawa absolutely. he’s very gentle with you after even if the sex itself wasn’t intense? like he’s just running his hands along your body, calming you down, before he goes and gets a washcloth to clean you up. he just takes his time with the aftercare, treats you like you’re about to break any second.

matsukawa also. feel like his aftercare would be very domestic, in a way? like he drags you to the bathroom even if you’re too tired to move, washes your body in the shower, gets you a caprisun as you lay in bed, just chilling and talking. like he makes sure you’re okay but in his own, special, mattsun way.

hirugami is a sweetheart !! so it’s a given. very vocal after, actually asks you if you’re doing okay, telling you you did so good for him, you were perfect, he loves you loads, all while peppering and littering kisses all over your body as he cleans you up. just yk, takes his time.

feel like osamu would be great too? less in an obvious way, more underlying and subtle. like soon as you’re done he’s breathlessly asking you if you’re okay, just pulls you to him so tight, caressing his hands all over your body and kissing your neck, asking you if you need anything.

and kita obviously??? he’s so perfect at it, asking you if you need anything and if you’re all good, running you a bath, getting you a small snack or maybe some juice if you’re a little lightheaded. brushes your hair for you !!! kisses your forehead and tip of your nose and cheeks while you’re all tucked in bed. and he does it every single time without fail.

akaashi as well!!! very quiet after, but also really emotional. like he just really appreciates you and wants you to know that, desperately. hovers his fingers along your face, presses kisses to your hands and wrists, asks you if you’re doing okay, if that was alright, you hungry my love? just very attentive and caring.

i feel like with suna he had to like. give it some time. everything that he feels for you sometimes overwhelms him, but especially after sex, so it took him some time before he stopped running off to the bathroom right after to collect his thoughts. honestly it just means he needs the aftercare just as much!! so eventually you two fell into rhythm where you take care of one another.

aran as well??? of course ??? so much praise after !!!! like a shitton of it that honestly leaves you giggling. he just like motions you to come closer to him, cuddles you up to him and tells you all about how much he loves you. and he never ever skips aftercare he finds it incredibly important, especially if you have sex that’ll definitely leave you a little delirious yk?

i feel like tendō is as well!! lighthearted and sweet, makes sure your comedown is gradual and not so sudden that it just sends you spiraling. he’s got a whole snack drawer too so after making sure you’re okay and clean, he just turns to the drawer like, “okay we feeling savory or sweet tonight?” he’s a keeper fr.

also kuroo !!! he goes from incredibly serious right after to just clumsy and giggly a second later. like soon as you’re done he’s pulling back, hands trailing along your body as if he’s inspecting you, asking you if you’re okay, and when you give him the okay, he just sighs and leans over to peck your lips. definitely makes you shower with him (if only to have shower sex).

and iwaizumi. he takes it very serious, especially because he knows he can unintentionally get rough, aside from the times where rough is what you need and ask for. massages !!!!! oh my god the best. just his strong hands kneading in all the right places after he cleans you up. and he makes sure you pee and that you’re staying hydrated!!!!

also, remember!!! boys need aftercare too sometimes :)

[its-me-im-coraline]

Consequenses // Thomas Raggi

words // 1590

warnings // smut ahead hehe and not even a full smut, just a snippet honestly

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok please let me know on the taglist link if you have asked me to tag you and i havent right now... I lost some of the user names so yeah im so sorry 🥺

request // yes

summary // Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

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Music, throbbing lights and booze was the way Thomas and his partner decided to spend his weekend off. An average gathering made to feel like a party amongst the closest friends of the band and everyone’s partners. Of course the guitarist couldn’t resist bringing his lover along. He had not seen her in a while, traveling around and working on new music had made the relationship hard for the two of them, things only becoming harder when they started being unsatisfied with their more intimate relationship. The longing did not help much, instead it brought anger and anxiety, both resulting in ruining both of their moods.

The suggestion came from Y/N in the afternoon after Thomas took a break. They were sitting on the couch watching some tv show neither cared for, slowly trying to relax and potentially do more than sitting on the couch. The thought had occurred a few days ago, while the man was still not there, when his lover was maybe watching a bit of an erotic movie. “Maybe we should… switch,” was all she said. No explanation, no details, nothing.

Not much convincing was needed so here they were. Y/N being dominant was finding it a little hard to just sit there and listen. Thus the dom turned into a brat, choosing to tease the man during their first night together.

It was rather simple to get Thomas all riled up this fine night. They happened to have a small fight before the party (a disagreement over minimal things truly) so they were both in a very tense mood while at the party. Thomas was on the one side of the yard, talking with some of his friends, while Y/N was on the other, revealing clothing and lingerie (with certain movements it was visible to the man - and anyone else that paid attention, but not many did). The man was unable to take his eyes off his partner. See, she knew that the result would be pretty good.

“Keep this up and the result will not be very nice for you, amore,” he whispered in her ear when he finally approached her. His hand right above her ass, face too close for comfort.

“I am not sure I want to stop,” said Y/N, an evil smirk decorating her face. Her hips moved side to side, making sure the man could see. Back on her plotting she was.

At first things went smoothly: a bit of seductive dancing, a bit of drinking… The casual. But soon that would change as well. Ethan was sitting on a pool chair, joking about Y/N’s dancing, having a playful back and forth with each other until Y/N sat on his lap. It was nothing unusual for the two, it had happened plenty of times before, but both Thomas and her knew that this time was different.

By now Thomas is fuming. If he was in a cartoon his face would have gone comically red, smoke coming out his face in an exaggerated way. The cigarette and drink in his hand did little to help restrain him. For that, he downed the rest of his drink in an instant, smashing his cigarette on an ashtray and moving to his friends and partner. “Sorry to cut your fun short,” he smiled, trying to keep it together, “but me and Y/N need to go. Honestly, I’m feeling very tired,” he finished, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her up and towards him.

Their friends did not say much, but rather voiced their goodbyes allowing the pair to leave the party.

Getting in the car was now the easy task, but one of them was dreading it. She knew that this would be so fun, but she was undeniably afraid of what could potentially happen that night. “What do you think you have been doing, dolcezza?” He all but growled, roughly turning her face towards his with his hand.

“Me? Nothing. I was just trying to have fun with my friends.” Oh, the innocent act. If Thomas wasn’t hot and bothered (more of the later) already, he certainly was now.

“I don't think so, baby. I think you have been very very naughty. I think you need a punishment.” His tone was playful but his eyes told a different story. Y/N was in for a long night, and they were still in the car. Thomas’ hands had already begun to travel all around his lover, faces dangerously close. And like that the vigorous kissing started.

“You shouldn't have acted like that tonight, amore,” he commented before he started driving back to their shared apartment. The ride was quiet but the tension and anticipation was loud as hell.

Patience was out the window the moment Y/N opened the door to their home. Thomas pushed her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses. “I warned you enough times, my love, now it’s time for actions,” he commented, hand slowly traveling up to her neck, lightly squeezing, blocking the blood flow lightly making her lightheaded but so much more desperate for him. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall - just like that, good girl! Now, ass perked up.”

She was very well aware of what was about to happen and saying that she did not want it would be a lie. She was rather used to serving spankings to the man whenever he disrespected her - rather lenient - rules, taking such an adrenaline rush every time, but oh did she get a rush now, too. Thomas was getting more and more confident by the minute, Y/N getting rather aroused from it.

Thus she obeyed his demands, pushing her ass back, all there for him to do what he wanted. Thomas quickly got to work moving up her tiny little skirt to have her exposed to his will. Her ass looked amazing in that white lace thong she wore, making the man undeniably hard. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You planned for this to happen-” slap, “you knew I would not be able to hold back, didn’t you, puppy?” slap. “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N responded very timidly, slightly flinching every time he struck her cheeks.

“Good, good. Now count for me, and you will thank me for each slap.”

“One. Thank you, daddy,” she began with his rhythm getting quicker and his force bigger by each slap of his palm. They reached around twenty five before Thomas decided on his next move. He said nothing but roughly turned Y/N around, pulling her towards their shared bedroom, lightly. After closing the door behind him - more out of habit than any actual practical reason- he pushed her to the bed, legs automatically falling open as he stared with lust in his eyes.

“Just sit there and do nothing,” he ordered, “no touching, or there will be consequences.” He did not go far after that, he only undressed and picked up the condoms and the lube, just making sure that she was entirely ready (not that he truly needed it at the moment - just a safety precaution) and knelt in front of his lover.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “you are looking delicious, but I’m not sure you can handle it. Maybe we should do this anoth-”

“No, no! Please, I can handle it! I can handle anything! Please, please!” she exclaimed, or more so whined, making Thomas smirk like a cheshire cat and proceeding with his actions.

“Anything, you say? Hm, we’ll see about that.” Oh boy was she about to regret those words.

His tongue started to tease her immediately as he finished his sentence. It was small short licks and little pecks on her clit, featherly but was agonizing in this case. The pace was slow, timid, really, all in an attempt to show his love in the most painful way possible. Her eyes were shut tightly, mouth hung open releasing heavenly (or rather sinful) noises - a pleasing confirmation of Thomas’ plan working perfectly. Y/N’s back was arched up as her head hung behind, chest bouncing in the attempt to gain more pleasure by Thomas.

“Thommy, please,” she whined, earning a slap on her thigh.

“You are being ungrateful, amore. I shouldn’t be giving you any pleasure at all. You’ll take what you can.” The lack of contact for the few seconds he spoke was enough to cause another fit of whines, but his breath on her heat made far worse ‘damage’.

He wasted no time moving up and away from his disheveled lover, moving to the dresser. Y/N simply sat there, mouth falling open, but this time due to confusion. It was clear that frustration had already started to pick up. Thomas on the other hand was enjoying the situation fully, finding it rather entertaining how he could make her melt so easily.

“Thommy. Come back,” she uttered in her usual dominating tone. Nothing. “Thomas, come back here-”

“What did you just say to me, puppy?” If he was pissed before, now he was livid, and it was clear as day. If this were some weird cartoon his eyes would’ve glowed red - a thought that did not help Y/N’s pleasurable fear. His hand had swiftly reached Y/N’s neck, not tightening up, yet making his stance threatening. “I think you have forgotten how things are going on around here, my love. You are not on the lead right now. I am. And you will pay for that.”

[sourwulf]

oh god i have a sad ask 😳 could u maybe do something where after stiles and the nogitsune became two separate beings, reader gets stabbed by the oni and dies but stiles finds her and comforts her as she slips away? like theyre not dating but they're really good friends? but then he has to carry you out to everyone else and they all react to your death?? if this is too depressing u dont have to write it but im a sucker for angst

༄  word count  —  788

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski, scott mccall, isaac lahey

☓  tw  —  death, gore

⊹  cw  —  lots of sadness :/

☼ a/n — i don't write a whole lot of angst/sad stuff so forgive me if it's not great 😬

✎  masterlist

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you ran through the empty halls of beacon hills memorial hospital, the lights flickering above you. being separated from stiles and everyone else was not ideal right now, considering the nogitsune and his oni were chasing you down.

as much as stiles was doing his best to keep you safe, you'd managed to get away from him without realizing, and you were on your own.

you stopped dead in your tracks when you turned a corner, seeing the familiar body of your best friend accompanied by a tall masked figure, but it wasn't him. it was another version of him, one that fed on chaos, strife, and pain.

“shit,” you whispered to yourself.

“nowhere to go now," said the nogitsune. he and one of the the oni began walking towards you, and you turned around to run back to where you came from, only to see the other oni at the end of the hall.

here you were, in the middle of an empty hospital floor, stuck with three supernatural beings trying to kill you.

the figure behind you suddenly stepped forward, and you felt a sharp pain through your back and into your stomach, warm liquid soaking your skin and dripping down your front.

you looked down, mouth agape, to see a blade sticking through your torso. you looked back up to see a smirk on the face of the creature posing as your best friend.

the blade was pulled out of you and all three of them faded into thin air, causing you to drop to your knees. you managed to crawl over so you were leaning back against the wall, painting a trail of blood behind you.

you placed your hand to the wound, pulling it away to see it was a deep red. you let out another tired ‘shit’, a tear sliding down your cheek.

it wasn’t long before you heard footsteps running toward you, looking up to see stiles and scott, both of them with a look of horror on their faces.

stiles immediately knelt in front of you, looking at your stomach.

“y/n...”

“it’s okay. i’m okay.”

“you’re dying.”

you gave him a small smile. “yeah.”

he reached over and gripped your hand, wrapping both of his around it. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“i should’ve been here.”

just then, you shivered hard enough to send pain radiating through your stomach.

“here,” he said, taking his jacket off. you leaned forward and allowed him to drape it over your shoulders.

“thank you.” you started crying again, making him hold your hand again. “i didn’t think tonight would be the night. i thought i’d make it a little while longer. at least until all this is over.” you coughed and wiped your mouth, seeing blood on the back of your hand. “thank you guys for everything. you saved my life more times than i can count.”

“i’m sorry we couldn’t have done that tonight,” scott said, crouching down next to stiles, who had started crying.

you reached up and wiped his cheek with your clean hand.

“i’m just glad you’re here now. i didn’t want to die by myself.” you began feeling lightheaded, and your vision slowly got foggy. “i love you guys, you know?”

you’d told them both you loved them in platonically many times. but this time was different. this time would be the last either of them heard it.

and within the next minute, you were lifeless. your head fell forward, your eyes closed, and your limbs relaxed. it was silent for a moment before stiles leaned forward, pushed your head back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

scott reached over and placed his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, who wiped his nose with the back of his wrist.

“we can’t just leave her here,” stiles said. “we can’t leave her body.”

“we can take her.”

—

neither of them wanted to step outside. neither of them wanted their friends to see your lifeless body, which was covered in blood. neither of them wanted anyone else to suffer.

but they knew they had to bring you with them. so scott pushed and held the door open for stiles, who was carrying you bridal style. he was numb, a dark cloud of sadness hanging low over his head.

isaac was the first to notice you. and being your closest friend, he was also the first of them to cry. he ran over, asking what happened.

he wanted to scream. he wanted to kill something — or someone. he wanted to get justice for you, for everyone who’d been killed by the nogitsune.

and that’s exactly what everyone set out to do, while your body laid comfortably in the backseats of stiles’ jeep.

[ssamie]

epilogue. “your girlfriend’s kinda hot”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes

masterlist.          suicide freak!

"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sigh 

nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fire 

the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san. 

kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems. 

"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."

kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments

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user: how about cat ears?! 

user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOY 

user: u suck at this game wtf

kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;) 

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"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffed 

"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you" 

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user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? 💀💀

user: he probably broke kenma's pc 

user: PLSS he's the one kenma’s throwing shade at on twitter 

kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER 😔✋🏼

user: rooster head lookin ass 

user: ^^ NOT THE HAIR 

kuroo.testsu: 😃😃

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kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on. 

and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work. 

ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years. 

barely. 

hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies. 

the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background. 

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user: ayo, ur phone's blowing up 

user: do you have a girlfriend? 

user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES 😋😋🤩

user: ^ ayo chill 😃

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kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n. 

kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic. 

but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3

he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being  speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3

"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles. 

kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door. 

"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panic 

"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckled 

kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home. 

its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.

"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grin 

"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-" 

she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach

"i got stabbed!" 

"you got what?!"

kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries

"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedly 

"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedly 

"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?" 

"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at him 

she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-" 

kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die" 

"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at him 

"oh my fucking god." 

kozume kenma. (22)

╰─▸ university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt. 

╰─▸ y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.

╰─▸ currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.

l/n y/n. (22)

╰─▸ operative/member of the armed detective agency. 

╰─▸ kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet. 

╰─▸ currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.

"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness" 

kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel. 

"why are you telling me this?" he asked 

"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickered 

"why? i didnt forget anything-" 

he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view. 

to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles. 

"i hate it here" he sighed 

kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see. 

"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughed 

she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore. 

"might as well say hi" she shrugged 

so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up. 

for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound. 

"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinned 

"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off" 

ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around. 

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user: heLLO?!?! 

user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO

user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed? 

user: ur kinda hot tho

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kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactions 

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user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian

user: kenma looks so done

kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;) 

user: HER NAME IS Y/N

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"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sigh 

"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her head 

"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared up 

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user: tangina nyo sana ol

user: MSKAKAKKA

user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC

user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list 😔

user: girl wtf happened to u

user: that's wack bro 🚶‍♀️

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"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.." 

"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she said 

kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so. 

"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenma 

"im not surprised" he said 

she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whined 

she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him. 

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kuroo.tetsu: oh shit 😳

user: we all know where this is heading ;) 

user: sana ol talaga punyemas 

user: AYO CHILL 

user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt 😳

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kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his. 

"kitten, were still- hmph-" 

he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair 

"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once again 

she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush. 

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user: ur fuckin freaky 

kuroo.tetsu: oya oya 😼😼

user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND I LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS

user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee 🏃‍♀️

user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED

kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u 😼

user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRR😡

user: girl r u bleeding rn 😃

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upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through

she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her wound 

"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip through 

so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3

"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamed 

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user: what's ur full name

user: what's ur job miss girl 

user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am more 

than willing to take the spot 🚶‍♀️

user: how did you meet?? 

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"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat. 

"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya" 

"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers" 

"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?" 

"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whined 

"why not?" 

"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??" 

"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she said 

she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods along 

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user: wtf are u okay 🗿

kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance 🤩

user: cute ❤️

user: im concerned ❤️

user: ur a detective?? cool

user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDE 

WITH U MOMMY 😩😩😋

user: ^^ SAME 😩

user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BANDAGES MOMMAE 😩

user: u r still bleeding 🚶‍♀️        

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kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend. 

"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbled 

"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful pout 

"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled

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user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY 😩

user: y/n-senpai spit on me 😡😡

user: drop the onlyfans 

user: chupapi munyanyo 😩

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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined out 

a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyes 

"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shouted 

"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomen 

she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent words 

"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole arm 

kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered. 

"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimed 

"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess" it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer. 

"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes. 

"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she said 

"you're fucking dying!!" 

"well, would you like to join me?" 

"no"

"damn." she muttered in response 

"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishly 

"for the love of god-" 

this was so messy :/

[stickyy]

Can I have a gn reader x Aizawa? Maybe a college AU where Aizawa doesn't know how to handle his crush because he was awkward when he was young and ended up a bully who was handsy. Thank you!

EEEE this is my first ask so i hope you like it anon! :D thanks so much for requesting!

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone or encourage any of the behavior outlined in the following text. this is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. :)

wordcount: 2299

warnings: dubcon, verbal abuse, slight dumbification, forced oral sex, brief mentions of gagging/vomit (doesn’t actually happen), aizawa is an law student asshole, quirkless!AU, ooc? more likely than u think

notes: im not like a writer so when i put this in word count and saw it was 2k words i gasped-

MIDTERM

Without a doubt, Aizawa’s the smartest student in your Civil Procedure lecture. You admire him; you’re both first years, but he already has an incredible work ethic and results to show for it. He works two part-time jobs to help pay for school (alongside his impressive scholarship), studies into the late hours of the night (mostly due to his being kept awake very loud roommate), and, despite a bad habit of regularly showing up to your 8 am class slightly hungover, still manages to produce the top marks in the class. 

You’re envious of him, because you’re the exact opposite. Your tuition is paid in full by your parents, you have a wonderfully quiet apartment all to yourself, and you study as best you know how, only to practically fail every assignment. You wish you could be surprised, but the material is a dreadfully bland concoction of boring procedure and esoteric theory that you rarely get further than three or four pages into a chapter. You want to like law, you really do, but there’s something about the intricacies of drafting lawsuits that goes in one ear and out the other. It’s no surprise that you sought out Aizawa’s help, desperate to at least pass the class with a decent grade. 

You wish you hadn’t. 

You don’t understand what you do that bothers him so deeply, but something about you coaxes cruelty from somewhere dark inside of him. You always scurry towards the back of the lecture hall to grab a seat next to him, doing your best to be quiet and unassuming, but he shoots you a venomous glare or a soft flurry of harsh words. And you get it, to an extent- some days you walk into class chattering a little too loudly on the phone, and on others you loudly shuffle around in your book bag to try finding the notes that you attempted to start for this lecture (if you even brought them that day). You know it’s annoying, but you also know you don’t deserve the downright verbal abuse he throws at you for it.

“It’s hard to take notes if you forget your textbook. Try being prepared for once,” he’ll sigh as he slides his textbook to you. Like a good student, he took notes for lecture the night before, but it still took some convincing for him to spare you his textbook.

“Do you ever shut up?” He’ll interrupt you as you babble about your difficulties understanding the most recent lecture. You want to retort, tell him off for being rude, but the words die in your throat; he radiates an annoying apathy that makes you doubt the efficacy of anything you say to him.

“You wouldn’t fail every assignment if you actually studied. Or maybe, you’re actually just stupid?” He’ll quip as you clutch your paper, a red ‘47’ scrawled in the upper corner of the page littered with your professor's critiques and question marks. By contrast, Aizawa’s paper is pristine, donning a singular red mark of ‘98, nice work!’.

With a well placed glare and the sour baritone of his voice, laced with exhaustion, it’s always enough to make your stomach drop from shame and embarrassment. Under normal circumstances, you’d never allow anyone to speak to you that way, but your grade was a dire situation, and with the midterm upcoming, you forcefully swallow your pride and ask him for his help.

You have to beg, but Aizawa agrees to tutor you the day before the midterm. This grade is a make or break for the class- if you do poorly on this exam, you’ll have to drop the lecture to salvage your gpa, putting you half a semester behind your peers. It’s motivation enough to deal with his poor attitude, and the two of you end up reviewing in an empty studying room on the top floor of the library. You began the session alert and determined to catch up, but studying with him shows you just how far behind you are. The textbook sounds like foreign poetry coming from his mouth; Aizawa is nothing short of eloquent when explaining the complexities of something as boring as filing lawsuits, and you spend most of the two hours spent just zoning out, completely unable to focus.

“You’re just wasting my time at this point.” The break in his cadence snaps you out of your trance, unfocused eyes meeting his tired ones, slightly lidded in annoyance, “Are you even trying to remember the material? Or are you just expecting me to spoon-feed it to you?”

Your throat catches, forcing you to swallow a lump as you attempt to ignore his words. 

“I am trying! I just don’t understand why there are two approaches, is all,” You whine, flipping back through your sparse notes to find the section that contained the explanation. 

“I went over that almost 3 chapters ago. If you were paying attention, you would’ve stopped me by now. It’s hard to believe that you even got into this school, if this is how you studied in high school. Did your daddy pull some strings with his buddies in admissions?”

Your eyes narrow, searching harder for the correct section in your notes. That’s a pretty low blow, and even if he’s not completely wrong, it still stings. You now know for a fact you didn’t even read this part of the text, but you keep your eyes trained on the page. At this point, you’d do anything to avoid looking at Aizawa, lest you begin to cry.

“Don’t be an asshole,” is all you can muster, voice shaking with unshed tears, “Would it kill you to be a little nicer? It’s hard to focus when all you do is insult me.”

“It’s hard to focus?” He repeats, his tone a sickly sweet mockery of yours. “Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s my fault. You’re a lot dumber than you think, if you even think at all. The midterm is tomorrow, and we’re just now getting into chapter five. Don’t get mad at me for actually trying to study; if I was holding your hand through it all, we’d still be on chapter one.”

Your vision blurs and a single tear hits the lined paper of your notes, causing the ink to blur as the drop absorbs into the page. You clench your jaw and take a breath before standing up, opening your backpack to put you things away. You didn’t have to take this abuse, you could study on your own. Even if you did poorly, you’d have some of your dignity left.

“It’s pretty rude to just walk out on someone trying to help you,” Aizawa says after a moment, closing his notes shut. “Not only do you give me a headache every single morning, but I try to tutor you and you want to leave without even thanking me? I’m busy, you know? I take time that I don’t have to spare just help your sorry ass out, for free, and you’re not even capable of learning anything from it.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and move to leave, but you find yourself face to face with Aizawa, his tall frame blocking the door, arms crossed over his chest, and a thoroughly disgusted expression plastered on his features. 

“I should charge you a fee, just for completely wasting an afternoon. Absolutely ridiculous,” His tone is a juxtaposition to his demeanor; he sounds more amused than annoyed, a jeer underlying the words. It makes you feel sick, and you’re suddenly grossly aware of the fact that you're alone with him, the only method of escape blocked. It feels dangerous, and you want nothing more than to be at home, alone and safe.

“H-how much?” You stutter meekly, eager to appease him. “I don’t really have any cash on me but if you have Venmo-”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Your heart starts to jackhammer against your ribcage and panic sets in. You’re frozen in place, unwilling to ask him to elaborate. You may not be very bright, but you have a good idea of what he’s going to ask for, and you can think of a million things you’d rather do instead.

“I know your pretty little skull is practically an echo chamber, so listen closely, okay? We both know that no matter how hard you try, you won’t be ready for the exam by the end of tonight, and I have to work in an hour and a half. So, if you behave and do what I ask you, I’ll let you copy my exam answers tomorrow. Understand?”

You’re silent, paralyzed by fear. A part of you wants to run, desperately, but your mind drifts to the midterm. You know that without any help, you’ll surely fail.

That’s how you end up on your knees in front of him, tears finally streaming down your face from choking on his thick cock. 

“That’s it,” he groans breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as his head presses back against the door, “I knew you were good for something. I bet this is how you convinced your other teachers to give you a passing grade, huh? A few cocks down your throat-fuck, to save your gpa, I wouldn’t put it past you, dumb slut.”

You hate this- hate being reduced to just a mouth for him to fuck. You hate how he sneers down at you, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. You especially hate the treacherous way your spine tingles and heat pools low in your stomach at his amused growls and degrading remarks. He’s just as cruel with the way he fucks into your mouth, disregarding your comfort entirely, hand in your hair roughly guiding your head over his length. He’s almost painfully thick, stretching your lips wide, tickling the recesses of your throat in a grotesque way. You try to wiggle away slightly, just to take a small breath; you’re beginning to feel dangerously lightheaded. You begin to pull your head away but he thrusts his hips upward, holding your head down and  forcing your lips to wrap around the base of his cock.

“S’okay, baby, just relax that empty little head of yours, no need to breathe right now,” he sighs, watching you struggle against him with a smirk, watching the fear bloom in your chest and your mind buzz with the lack of oxygen. Your thrashing shifts his cock in just the right way and you violently gag, eyes widening with the painful sensation. You’re almost convinced he’s going to let you pass out, right before he yanks you off of him. You cough violently, gagging a few more times, drool spilling out of your mouth.

“Throw up on me and a failing grade will be the least of your problems,” he growls, and the threat is a sobering reminder of how fucked up this is. You meet his expectant gaze, and reluctantly return to the task at hand. You can hold out just a little longer, you tell yourself; his hips are beginning to move on their own accord and you know he won’t last much longer. All you have to do is hang on and it will all be over soon.

You know that he’s just a bully, that you’re just doing what you have to do in order to pass this class, that you’re worth more than your grades, that you aren’t stupid- but the dark part of your mind questions if he’s right. Maybe you do belong on your knees, because what do you know? Maybe you are just a dumb slut; there’s no need to study if the only thing you’re good for is swallowing.

The shameful thought forces a new torrent of tears to pour from your eyes, gagging once more on both your tears and his cock, and the look of pure despair on your face pushes him over the edge. Aizawa yanks your head from his cock with a curse and you flinch as his hot cum hits your face. There’s a lot of it, the viscous seed slowly dripping down your face. The sensation is downright disgusting. You feel dirty and used, your throat sore, knees burning, lips swollen from his brutal assault. He presses the tip of his cock on your cheek, smearing his load all over your skin with a cruel laugh.

Through your panting, you keep your eyes closed for a little bit, hoping that maybe this is an awful nightmare and you’ll wake up in your dorm, with an extra day to study and a little more hope in your heart. 

The sound of a camera shutter rips you from your fantasy, opening your eyes to see Aizawa grinning at his phone. You’re too shocked to say anything, only staring at him incredulously from your position on the floor in front of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know?” He hums as he tidies himself up and grabs his bag. “So photogenic, I’ll be able to get off to this for weeks. Who knows what good you’d be if you were dumb and ugly.”

You didn’t notice that you had stopped crying, but the fresh tears and sound of your own sobs call your attention to fact.

“Try and clean up before you leave, alright? I know you’re a little too stupid to remember, but I don’t think it’d be a good look for you to walk around covered in cum.”

The door clicks closed, and through your sobs you look around at the room, only to notice that there aren’t any tissues left laying around. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

(But at least you get an A- on your midterm.)

[yakocchi]

Tonight, Love Me Kindly and Cruelly (Collection Event) // Count

t/n: The idiom is literally “Candy and Whip”, which is equivalent to the use of “Carrots and Sticks”. “Carrots and Sticks”, as in the idiom that people use to describe when one uses both the promise of a benefit and a punishment to manipulate someone to do something. random ex: a person says that if you let them stay at your house for a while, they’ll buy you a new phone... but if you reject them, they say they’re going to set your car on fire. well carrots and sticks don’t make for a pretty mental image so I changed it. lol

In common ikevam fashion, this is a collection event to coincide with the release of Faust’s Main Route. imo the route is doing a better job at showing his chara positively than Will’s route, but..... faust was never my type to begin with so u know LOL but im only on like chapter 12-ish anyway so yea nothing really significant has happened

anyway, i am pleasantly surprised that the Count got to partake in this one!! it might seem like a really long time since the last Count appearance under the context of this blog, but that’s only really bc ive sat out on covering Count-involved events (namely the AU scenario event w/ a shared route with Leo and the “caring for a child” collection event). i don’t think they’re super bad or anything (i actually like the latter for treading newer ground on event topics for once)…. im just chillin. ive never been a very active blog regardless 

Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

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[Kara]: “ah-… Mn-…” In one of the rooms of the party venue— the air was stained obscenely by the breathless sighs of me and Count. With my arms pinned against the rippled sheets, my head grew lightheaded as he roughly kissed me over and over again. [Kara]: “nh- Why are…”

(Why has the Count become like this, I wonder? Until a little while ago, he was sweet and gentlemanly.)

Bewildered, I stared back at his golden irises, and a smile faintly seeped through his lips…

[Count]: “When I thought about you possibly being touched by those fingers, my blood ran cold. You do not mean to say that you do not understand my own feelings, I presume?” (‘Those fingers’…?)

…

I recalled something that had happened a few moments ago at the high society party we had been attending. I was conversing with one of the Count’s acquaintances when it happened:

[Gentleman]: “Oh, My Lady— Your exquisite ornament has shifted out of place, you know.” (Huh…?) Before I could fix it myself, the gentleman reached out his hand—

[Count]: “Indeed.” The Count, who had been standing next to me, hugged my shoulder with his arm as if to move me away from that hand. Then— [Count]: “How about this? Mhm, yes… Beautiful.” [Kara]: “Thank you, Count.” Of course, I also gave my thanks to the one who initially noticed it, but…

…

(Does he mean that time?) [Count]: “By the look on your face, it seems that you have finally realized it.” [Kara]: “Ah-…” Something resembling both sensuality and sharpness flashed within his eyes, and he firmly ripped the hair ornament off with a single swipe.

[Count]: “Well, then. I shall retrain this body— that the only thing that may touch you, are my fingers.” His fingertips trailed down my lips, my neck, my collarbones… before pulling down my dress, the fabric sliding off my breasts. Then, those very fingers touched the reddened peaks…

[Kara]: “-ngh, hah…. nh, ah-“ [Count]: “Do you make this same adorable reaction no matter who pinches you?” He pinched more forcefully, and my body leapt with a shudder. [Kara]: “ah-…! N-No, not, at all… Abel, please…” [Count]: “Really? I still have my doubts, given that your body so easily makes these dirty reactions...” While he played with my breasts, the fingertips of his other hand then slid inside the soaked part of me with a wet sound. [Kara]: “ahn… ngh, haah…”

[Count]: “I shall thoroughly train you, that the only thing that can bring you to ecstasy are these fingers. …And train you, all night.”

And just as he had proclaimed, indecent cries continued to fall from my lips throughout the night.

FIN

me thinking abt how this could’ve been the start to a veri sexi epilogue of a scenario event. next time, next time!!

this was kind of interesting bc the event actually places this one above leo’s (leo is the story before, which puts him at “4th place” out of 7 if we call arthur “1st”). this is weird bc even tho occasionally they’ll mess with story order not coinciding with character popularity if they feel that the story in question is more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), but putting leo’s story that early is rly weird. leo’s story being given before even mozart is like…. wow someone’s not too proud of that story LOL ill be honest tho…. the leo story is pretty basic, past stories in the leo sexi man canon considered. well i get it – leo is not the type to take out his negative emotions onto others, which is more or less related to the theme of this event.

this collection event is only a week long, so im wondering if they have anything interesting lined up. man i hope so…… clearly they kno ppl who like the count exist bc they bothered to move his story up. but where’s the respect!! (jk… partly)

“You really do get a lovely look on your face when you’re with the other manse residents. …I am, just a touch, jealous. Tonight, let me have you all to myself.”

“(…) …I want you to like me very, very much, so I work hard to achieve that. Though it may appear otherwise, I’m desperate (to have such).” – Artbook-based Gacha Card

as always, thanks for reading!

[skinni-elle]

Day 2 total: 1248/500 (oh no)

Breakfast: 0cal

Nothing

Lunch: 145cal

1 slice pepperidgefarm light-style bread (45cal)

1 Oscar Meyer turkey hotdog (100cal)

Dinner: 260cal

1 bag Wegmans shirataki noodles (20cal)

1/2cup Ragu chunky spaghetti sauce (90cal)

6 great value turkey meatballs (150cal)

Snacks: 220cal 😞

1 mini Lara Bar brownie (120cal)

10 slices hormel pepperoni (100cal)

DRUNK 10pm POPEYES SANDWICH (503calfuckmylife)

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Im realizing I snack too much on empty calories because there’s nothing available when I get lightheaded. I worked today and told myself I’d just fast until I got home. I’m not stupid and I’m not going to make myself pass out at work just to make sure I stay under my cal limit.. so I ate what was in the work fridge which was only a bag of pepperoni and I had a mini Lara bar brownie in my purse. It got me through the day but it was literally half my calories -.- atleast I can work out tonight and burn off the excess. I’m really just not good at fasting, idk how I’m gonna make it through some of these days.

[rebelwrites]

First Time - Jax Teller (NSFW)

“Jax why are we at a hotel?” You asked as you climbed off the back of his bike.

“You darlin’ ask for too many questions” He smirked as he got off his bike, talking the backpack off you before draping his arm around your shoulder as you walked to the entrance of the hotel. “Can’t a guy just want some time alone with his girl?”

“So you can be cute at times” You laughed.

“Watch it you” He winked “I can ride us back home if you want”

“No, no this is good” You nodded.

“Yeah thats what I thought” he laughed kissing the top of your head.

Soon enough you were walking into the your hotel room for the weekend, you hand going over your mouth as the room was covered in rose petals, a large box of chocolates on the bed and a very expensive bottle of champagne.

“Jax” You whispered with tears in your eyes “You did all this for me?”

“I know you have never had sex, and I know things are heading that way” He said flashing you his boyish grin “Now I don’t want you to feel pressured into losing your virginity tonight but I just want your first time to be special”

You couldn’t believe that Jax had gone through all the trouble of getting the hotel room all romantic. Wrapping your arms around Jax’s neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

“No one has ever gone to this much trouble for me before” You whispered against his lips “I’m ready baby”

“You sure?” He whispered squeezing your bum.

“Yes” You giggled.

His lips crashed onto yours, the heat and the passion in the kiss was enough to make you feel lightheaded. His fingers fumbled with the button on your jeans before he slowly pushed they down your thighs. The only time you broke the kiss was to let Jax remove his hoodie you were wearing before his lips connected back with yours.

Feeling him walk you backwards you fell back onto the bed, with Jax landing on top of you, breaking the kiss he ran his fingers through your hair.

“You are so beautiful” He whispered kissing down your neck “Just relax babygirl, tonight is all about you”

Arching your back as Jax unclasped your bra, rolling your nipples between his fingers, it wasn’t like you and Jax hadn’t done things before, it was just you had never got to the point of having sex, your body felt like it was on fire as he smothered your skin in kisses. Soon enough he had stripped and was laying over you naked.

“You a hundred percent babygirl” He whispered as he positioned himself over you after he had placed the condom on.

“Jax please” You whispered wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your pussy against his hard cock.

“Tell me if I hurt you okay” He whispered as he slowly pushed himself into you, watching your face for any signs of pain, as soon as you winced a little bit from his size he stopped.

“I didn’t say stop” You smirked running your fingers along the bottom of his neck urging him to continue.

Pushing past the pain the pleasure soon took over and Jax’s name falling off your tongue as he thrust into you, your nails digging into his reaper tattoo.

“Shit baby” He grunted in your ear “so fucking tight”

“Jax I’m close” You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you.

“Don’t hold back darlin’ i can feel you clenching around me” Jax panted “Just let go”

Closing your eyes as his lips attached your skin, his thrusts became harder, pushing you over the edge.

“Shit shit, Jax” You moaned squeezing him tight burying your face into his neck as he rode through your high, cumming himself.

Neither of you moved, you just laid there with Jax still inside of you, both catching your breath.

“Thank you” You whispered running your hands though Jax’s hair “for making this so special”

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