#ugh I'm too tired to properly proofread

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Ropes

Kuroo x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,1k

About: Rope play with Kuroo.

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You’re breathing heavily, your back arched and your muscles deliciously sore from the compromising position you’ve been tied into. 

Kuroo’s skilled fingers tighten the last knot of the rope, your body now completely immobile and at his mercy. Your arms are tied behind your back, with numerous knots adorning your naked body, two of them right above your nipples, causing delicious friction to run through your body when you inhale deeply and heave your chest a bit. Other ropes force your legs to stay opened, one of them dangerously close to your clit- and you slightly wiggle in the ties to get at least some relief. The past hour has been a challenge to your patience - when his fingers moved on your body, making you needy, when they followed the line of your exposed back, or the outline of your chest, making your cunt throb with need, but he refused to give you an orgasm- yet.

Kuroo looks down at you, his eyes filled with excitement while his lips are curled into a satisfied grin. “Kitten, you look so perfect like this. So, so perfect and ready for me.”

You embarrassedly tilt your face to the side when he stares intensely at your body and stops at your exposed pussy. “Oh? Seems like my kitten is all ready and waiting for me?” You whine when he leans down and presses a short peck on your throbbing cunt, the sensation causing your head to fall back as much as the ropes allow your body to. “Tetsurou, please, I need you. I waited so long.” You know that he will give in when you beg enough- you’ve been his good girl after all, patiently waiting until he tied you up without trying to convince him to fuck you in between. It did help though that his fingers occasionally find their way into your cunt, pumping just once or twice, just enough to rile you up even more before he went back to tying the rope again, turning this into a sweet form of torture for you- getting just enough to keep you sane, but not enough to get you properly off.

But now you want him- you need him. 

He leans down and kisses you, his hands roaming softly over your body and feeling the rope under his fingers that is restricting any movement from you. “I’ll give you what you need. You’ ve been such a good girl for me. Let me show you, what good girls get.”

He pulls down his boxers, his cock already hard and throbbing- the act of tying you up surely making him needy too- and he doesn’t waste any time in placing his cock right at your entrance. You can’t even more your legs or hips to get him to sink in just a bit deeper, to finally get at least the tip of his cock to push into you, and he chuckles amusedly at your attempt to move. “Seems like I did a good job with these ropes. Tell me, kitten, do you like being tied up for me? Being ready for me and waiting to get fucked?”

“Yes! Please, please fuck me. I’ve been good, I’m your good girl,” your pleas get even more desperate, and you cry out when he finally slams his cock in you without any more warnings and fully bottoms you out with one smooth thrust, your arousal coating his cock and even dripping down to your spread ass cheeks.

“Fuck- feels so good.” He groans and you whine as response, being overwhelmed by the feeling of finally getting his cock inside of you. His gaze quickly flickers to your restricted form and a slight flash of concern is showing on his face. “Tell me when it gets uncomfortable. I will stop when you say the word.”

“No, please, just fuck me, fill me up, please, Tetsurou, please-” 

There is something primal in his eyes when he hears your words, and he suddenly moves his hips back and slams fully into you again. His thrusts are smooth and fast, getting more powerful with each slam and you fully get lost in the pleasure he gives you, in the feeling of his cock filling you up so so good, in the way his tip brushes against your most sensitive spots, and you feel like you’re floating, your high so close, so so close-

But you cry out loudly when he suddenly stops moving and pulls out- only to feel him manhandling you and moving you on your stomach, your ass now exposed to him, while your face is pressed into the soft pillow. He grabs your hips and positions himself behind you, before he starts to fuck you again, his pace now faster and deeper, his thrusts making you see stars, and you moan uncontrolled when he smacks your ass, the pain sending even more pleasure through your body.

“Does it feel good? You like being tied up and getting fucked like my perfect little cum slut?”

His words turn you on even more, and you know you won’t last long like this- and he makes you cum with a sudden harsh smack on your ass, followed by two of his fingertips rubbing against your clit in a circular way- and that’s when you cry out his name and fall apart under him. You barely feel him yanking a certain rope and pulling your back flush against his chest when he cums too, his hips stilling against yours when he groans your name and fills you up with his hot cum. 

You wince when he pulls out after a few moments, his cum dripping down on the rope on your thighs, but you are still unable to move, remaining pressed against Kuroo’s body, still high from your intense orgasm.

You’re too exhausted to say something, so you just let Kuroo do his thing and lay you down to the bed and untie you, his lips pressing soothing kisses all over your body and whispering praises of how proud he is of his sweet kitten, how well you did, how beautiful you look when you cum for him.

You barely notice how he manages to remove every single tie on your body and lays down to pull you against his chest. He feels warm too and smells like sex and a certain smell that calms you, a smell that just smells like him. “You okay, love?”

“Hmm, perfect. I loved it. ” You mumble against his chest with a smile, his concern warming your heart and making you feel even more safe with him. He always makes you feel safe and taken care of, and his aftercare is just perfect.

“Okay, good. We’ll talk tomorrow about what you liked and not, and what we can do again. But now I want you to sleep, you’re exhausted, kitten.”

“Hmm. Kiss me.” You whisper and feel his lips pressing against yours with a happy smile- and that’s when tiredness overcomes your body.

You only hear him whisper “I love you,” right before you drift away into the sweetest dreams in his arms.

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“Not Just Friends"

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: You and Joon have been toeing the line between friends and something more for weeks, and you finally decide to make the first move.

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I can't tell if I like this one or not, I'm too tired lol, but hopefully you will!(Also, I can't, for the life of me, come up with titles🤷)

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“Okay, it’s the zombie apocalypse,” You started for the third time that afternoon, shifting to face him where he sat next to you on the bench. “All we have to eat are mint chocolate protein bars.”

“That sounds absolutely disgusting.” He said, scrunching his face up at you.

“It’s all we have left!” You retorted. “Would you eat them or not?”

“Nope.” He responded immediately, sipping his coffee.

“Seriously?! You would rather starve?!” You asked in disbelief.

“I would leave them for you, so you could survive.” He said, shrugging.

“That’s sweet, but also very stupid.” You commented.

“Well, I guess that’s just me.” He said, smirking at you.

“Ugh,” You cringed, making him chuckle. “Why do I even bother with you?”

“Because I buy you coffee?”

“Mmm, not sure if that’s good enough.” You replied dryly, reaching over in an attempt to flick the brim of his ballcap, but he leaned out of your reach, making you nearly wobble off balance before shifting back to your original position.

It felt nice to hang out with him like this again, ending the day just sitting together in the park as the first leaves of autumn skittered by on the breeze. Things had been slightly off between you the past couple weeks, following a slightly drunken evening out together with some other friends had resulted in you both sharing more than you maybe should have.

“So, I have a question.” He drawled, leaning slightly closer than was necessary for you to hear him. “What would you do, hypothetically, if I told you somebody was into you?”

“It depends,” You replied, giggling slightly at his focused gaze. “Is it you?”

“Maybe.” He said, raising a brow as he stared at you, feeling yourself suddenly sober up a bit as you realized he was being serious.

“Then I would say, hypothetically, that I like you too.” You answered, pulse picking up as you noticed his eyes flicker down to your lips, leaning in a little more.

The sound of a glass being dropped somewhere else across the room had shook you both out of your trance, reminding you that you weren't alone, scooting away quickly before anyone else noticed what had happened, or almost happened…

Neither of you had directly spoken about your conversation from that night, but there had definitely been a noticeable shift in your dynamic.

When you were out together, he would briefly catch hold of your hand as you wove through the crowded streets to keep you close. You always claimed the seat beside him, which had earned you a few curious glances from a couple of your other friends.

You weren’t exactly dating, but you definitely weren’t ‘just friends’ anymore. Due to the nature of your limbo state, however, there was also a slight sense of uneasiness, not quite knowing where the line lay between what was okay and what wasn’t anymore.

It had grown quiet as you’d gotten lost in your thoughts, contemplating whether or not to just bite the bullet and ask the dreaded ‘What is this?/What are we?’ question, but before you could decide, you felt a sudden droplet of water hit your hand, quickly followed by another on your cheek as you glanced up at the darkening sky.

“Aw, shit.” You grumbled, fumbling to pull your jacket hood over your head as it began to rain properly. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to start till later.”

“I told you.” He said, grinning as he sat back, not bothered in the least by the sudden weather change.

“You know, you’re one of the only people I know that actually likes getting caught in the rain.” You commented, watching him in amusement.

“Rain’s nice.” He said tilting his head back to let it fall on his face.

When he sat back up, something seemed to shift between you again as you made eye contact, feeling that familiar tense flutter in your stomach as his gaze flickered down to your lips.

Seized by a sudden surge of confidence, you leaned forward again, not breaking eye contact as you caught his shirt collar before pulling him down gently, connecting your lips.

For a split second, everything else seemed to fade out, the only thing you were aware of was the feel of Namjoon’s lips moving softly against yours.

Too soon, you pulled back, no more than an inch, feeling you and Joons’ breaths slip out in shaky exhales as his eyes slowly fluttered open to look at you.

“Do that again.” He whispered, hands coming up to hold your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him. “Please.”

At his plea, you immediately leaned in again. This time, the kiss was much more intense, teeth clashing and tongues moving against each other as your hands fumbled to find purchase on his shoulders, only breaking apart when your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen.

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighed, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he tried to catcht his breath. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.”

“Why didn’t you?” You asked.

“No idea.” He chuckled, pressing closer to you as a sudden breeze made you both shiver.

“It’s raining a lot.” You noted, taking in your dampening surroundings.

“Mhm.”

“We should probably head home.”

He groaned, pulling back reluctantly. “I don’t wanna let you go yet.” He said, pouting slightly.

“Who said you had to?” You asked.

He tilted his head at you questioningly.

“I said we should head home, I didn’t say it had to be alone.” You said, winding your hand into his.

“Oh, Okay.” He grinned.

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Friends don't

Hawks x reader

Summary: You finally confront your bestfriend on your 'more-than-friends-less-than-lovers' relationship.

Words: 1388

A/n: so. i kinda malfunctioned yesterday & my loopy, sleep depraved self ended up with 3 lectures to catch up with & this little oneshot. um. if it reads a little off, i think so too but cut some slack to my drunken little self hm (｡T ω T｡)? i'm too tired to proofread this properly. bestfriend to lovers!

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You were not subtle about the crush you had on your best friend. You were certain of it. Anyone with eyes could see how much you're absolutely whipped for the number two hero- & if they didn't, they had to be an idiot.

And here you're starting to think you actually were in love with said idiot.

Because there was no way you weren't obvious about your feelings. You've fallen hard the moment Hawks made that god awful bird pun to make you break the overly serious facade you wear whenever you're nervous. And ever since, your feelings have only gotten more & more obvious, with your relationship getting less & less platonic. You were sure you literally had hearts in your eyes whenever you so much as think of him at this point.

Yes, you were best friends but friends don't do things you guys did right?

Friends don't walk together hand in hand- be it entangling your fingers, his arm around your waist or you hanging off his arm like a baby koala.

Friends don't casually share their entire wardrobes, exchanging hoodies & sweatshirts & sweatpants until neither of you know whose are which.

Friends don't take you dancing in the sky, in the dead of the night just to cheer you up after a bad day, knowing you love the wind in your hair, always so carefree & so happy when he took you flying, but not the attraction it called from the onlookers below during the day.

Friends don't end up cuddled in the same bed every other night- you tucked in his wings, away from the world, his arms holding you close, your hand in his hair at a useless attempt to pat down the tangled mess it was, as you exchanged mumbled nonsense whilst dozing off.

Friends don't say 'I love you' with those eyes- eyes that gloss over with so much unsaid emotion, that scream so much more.

Friends don't love like you did. Right?

You were pretty sure they don't.

And it was driving you absolutely nuts.

Which led you to you silently losing your mind on this fine evening, the two of you lounging on the couch in your living room. Hawks popping in unnanounced after his patrol, bringing over takeout from your favourite chinese restaurant, your usual order practically memorized. He'd showered here, in your bathroom which always held two of everything- two toothbrush, two towels, two loofahs, because he stayed over so much. He'd changed into his t-shirt & sweatpants that weren't the only pair that he kept with your clothes in your closet.

The guy practically lives here for god's sake. And you knew it was the same for you at his place.

"Hey, you okay? You seem distracted, Dove," he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Do you not like me or something?" You blurt out. Probably not at the best time though, shocking your winged friend enough to have him hacking & coughing up the sweetened coffee he was sipping on. You huffed out annoyed, but reached out to soothe his back with firm pats anyways. This idiot needed to live if you were going to have this conversation.

"Baby, what on earth?" Hawks choked out, still wheezing to get the air back into his lungs. His choice of words making you narrow your eyes at him. Friends don't call each other every single petname meant for your significant other. Birdie & Dovey? Sure. A platonic babe every now & then? Okay. Baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, love?? Unironically? As friends??? Seriously??

"Ugh, you drive me insane!"

"What did I do?!" He cried out defensively, his wings puffing up just like a cat's tail would when threatened, making you huff at him in exasperation.

"I can't figure you out! I've been flirting my ass off for over a year & I have not been subtle, sir. Its just- You don't reject my advances but you never- you never-," you cut yourself off to growl out a frustrated strangled shriek.

"Are you- are you just ignoring my hints? Because you don't like me that way? Is it possible you didn't notice? But I made it so ridiculously obvious! You can't be that oblivious, can you? I know you're not the kind of guy to play with people's feelings like that so Mmh-"

You were cut off by soft, chapped lips pressed to yours in a sweet kiss, effectively shutting you up. But almost just as quickly, Hawks started to pull away, making you growl in displeasure, hands shooting to his hair to pull him back into you. His breath hitched in surprise, the sound sending a pleasant shudder down your spine, before you felt him melt into the kiss. He let you take the lead, let you pour out your frustration into it until you had to pull back for air.

"I'm sorry I'm just stupid. I- um. I had a crush on you for the longest time but I couldn't tell if you liked me the same way," he breathes out, a little breathless. "Now that I think about it though, you were pretty obvious, i just- I was just scared of somehow being wrong? I swear there's a brain in here but I just malfunction around you, Dovey. I'm- stupid. Thats just it, really."

You pulled back a little to lock your gaze with those golden ones you love so much but are very much infuriated with right now.

"..are you seriously telling me you thought I was acting as just a friend-"

"A very, very good friend-"

"But a friend," you bite out. "All. This. Time."

He swallowed at that.

"..yes?"

And at that revelation you head butted your crush of 1 year 2 months & 16 days, no you weren't counting, hard enough to have both of you groaning in pain. You left your head resting against his as the pain ebbed away, watching his eyes flutter open to stare back at you.

Before the dumbass started laughing. Uncontrollably. You wanted to stay mad at him, keep glaring, make this unbelievable idiot squirm a bit longer but goddamn if this man didn't make you soft. You didn't last long before the corner of your lips twitched.

"I hate you."

"I am so sorry, Birdie," he managed to sputter out between laughs. The audacity of this man. You reached behind him to tug at his wing, making him yelped in surprise but going right back to giggling, his hands gently catching your face to keep you close.

"You're so stupid I can't believe you."

"I know, baby," he mumbled, a silly smile on his face as he planted quick pecks on your pouting cheeks that are starting to heat up.

"Dumbass. Bird brain. Idiot." You hissed, trying to halfheartedly bat him away to no avail.

"Should I remind you that you're the one thats in love with this idiot?"

"I regret this already."

The last of your irritation melted away as the winged hero smiled this goofy grin at you, before leaning in for another kiss. This time a little slower, a little sweeter than the last.

Goddamn those were going to get addicting fast.

"So, just to make sure we're both on the same page, we aren't friends anymore hm? We're a couple? I feel like I need to verbally confirm everything with you after this," you teased, tapping his forehead lightly.

"Oh my god," he laughed out. "You're never letting me live this down are you, Love?"

"After the anguish you put me through for how long because you can't read social cues? Hell no," you puffed out in faux offense, crossing your arms with a little hmph for extra effect.

"In fact, I should've been worried if you thought all the things we did up til now were normal amongst friends. Who knows if you've had platonic cuddles with Endeavour behind my back," you theorize with a smirk, watching the number two hero cringe at the mental image you planted in his head.

"Sweetie, stooooop," he whined dramatically before bursting out into laughter all over again, having trapped you in his embrace, making your body shake with his. This time you couldn't help but join in, your weak attempt at remaining mad at this red winged dummy you've been pining for so long cracking way too easily.

"You're right, you're right," he hummed out contently, as his giggles died out, leaving behind an air of serenity.

"Friends don't. Its just that we do."

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I was in the mood for a Garashir sickfic. Didn't have a lot of time to proofread and scribbled it down way too fast but I was craving and out of fics.

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Garak was waiting at their usual table for twenty minutes now. It was quite rare that Doctor Bashir was late to their weekly lunch. Of course, Garak knew that the he was a busy man - especially so the last week. There was some sort of psychic illness that only affected the bajoran habitants of the Station and it turned out to be letal in some cases, so Julian worked 24/7 when Kira was infected. Gladly, he found a cure and Garak hoped his companion had found the time to read that cardassian novel he gave him.

After thirty minutes had passed, he decided to go to the infirmary to see what kept the physician from joining him.

The only personnel to be found was a bajoran nurse and when Garak asked for Bashir, she told him that the Doctor went to his quaters two hours ago and only wanted to be disturbed in case of an emergency.

This was interesting. Garak shortly considered returning back to his store but he had a feeling that something was off.

It took a few minutes until Julian answered the doorball. "Garak? What are you... oh no, I forgot our lunch! I'm really, really sorry. I..."

"No need to apologize, I just wanted to see if there was another medical catastrophy keeping you from eating proper meals."

"No, not at all. On the contrary, there wasn't a single..." Julian squeezed his eyes shut as if he was in pain and Garak noticed a sheen of swaet on the humans forehead. "Are you alright, my dear?"

The CMO shook his head and leaned heavily against the wall "Yes, yes, sorry. Just... tired."

"Tired?" Garak asked in disbelive. "I may not be an expert in human physiology but I think you do look a bit unwell. May I suggest you sit down for a moment?"

Julian nodded and swayed at the attempt to move from the wall. Was he supposed to look that pale?

Garak intervened and grabbed Bashirs arm to support him. "Let me help you. Careful, you positively look like you are about to faint."

With Elims help, Julian sat down on the couch and was shaking now. "I'm sorry. I feel a bit lightheaded. It'll pass."

"I'm sure it will, but what caused it?"

"Just tired." Julian repeated.

"Oh no, my dear Doctor, I do not think so. And you don't think so, either, do you?"

Before he could answer, Julian buried his nose in the crook of his arm and stifled three rapid sneezes "Hng'ishh...h'ishhu...sh'huu... ugh, sorry. I think I caught some sort of virus".

"You certainly did. Isn't there a cure?"

"Well, there is. But you have to take it within the first 48 hours and are supposed to rest for at least a day for it to work properly."

"And you had no time to rest, I guess?"

"The medication to cure this virus takes at least five hours to allivate the symptoms and I didn't have that much time so I took... I took something to supress the symptoms instead and seemingly it made everything worse." The last words nearly got lost in a coughing fit.

Garak went to the Replicator and came back with a glass of water.

"You do sound awful. Any chance a cardassian could catch it?"

"No... it's... a hu... human virus." Julian wheezed inbetween coughs.

The tailor sat down next to him and helped him to slowly drink a few sips.

"Then I do think I could close up my shop in time today and we reshedule our meal to dinner in your quaters."

"I'm not sure I'm making good company today."

"You do not have to, my dear Doctor. You rest now and later I'll make sure you're eating some soup. Do you need anything before I go?"

"Nah, I'll get some sleep, thank you." He closed his eyes and lay down right on the couch. Garak went for a blanket and put it gently over the already asleep physician before he left.

Tbc?