#was in a bit of a rush today so didn’t polish it up as much as I would have liked

[daily-tma]

can we see stranger micheal?

Daily TMA 174 - With Michael’s history of being manipulated and used, how I could I not make him a doll

[jarofstyles]

Ultramarine- Indigo 7

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Warnings- mention of trauma and bullying (brief) and sexual tension ;)

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Y/N was grabbing lunch with him. 

Harry’s hand ached, the 5 hour session being particularly grueling regardless of how used his muscles were to the gun. He used arthritic cream on it and his wrist as he took a break in his office, finally checking his phone. As impressed as he was with the woman who had come and sat for 5 hours, he’d wished she wanted a break when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. H was giddy and anxious to see what Y/N was saying- she was the only one who texted him during the day besides Niall with stupid tiktok links and his Mum sending photos of her cats. 

When he’d opened it up to see her question, he didn’t hesitate to agree. It didn’t matter if he hurt, he wanted to take any excuse he could to see her. 

Y/N; Hiiii! I know this is super last minute so do not be afraid to say no but did you want to grab lunch at around 2:30? 

H: Absolutely I do. Sorry for the late reply, I was finishing a tattoo. It isn’t too late to say yes, is it? 

Y/N: Oh, amazing :) And no, not too late. I’m kind of bored today, I finished a project and told myself I needed to relax but… I feel restless and I missed you a little bit.

Harry felt himself flush at her response, knowing if anyone saw him at this moment they wouldn't recognize him. His smile was wide and face as pink as he collected himself, grateful that he was in his own office so he could freely feel. 

H: Only a little bit? X 

Y/N: Well if I said I missed you a lot I’d be a weirdo, wouldn't I? We just saw each other. 

H: Well call me a weirdo too then, I suppose. Because I did. 

H: A lot, if you couldn’t tell. 

Y/N: You are very cute. I’ll be there in a few :) 

—-

“Yeah, it’s kinda fucked.” Harry sighed as Y/N took his hand into her own from across the little table. “Usually I love a long session but I’ve been doing them a few days in a row. S’my own fault, but I was hoping for a tap out for once.” He laughed through his nose before it turned into a groan, feeling small thumbs begin to rub over his palm. Y/N pouted ever so lightly, moving in slow circles on the skin and digging in slightly before meeting his eye. 

“You’ve got to take care of yourself.” The scold was lighthearted but he could see it on her face. She meant it. It made his chest flutter a little that she cared enough to do that. He was used to basically being on his own, mostly by choice but because it was easy for people to fake concern to get gossip- but he knew Y/N meant it. Her gentle massage on his hand, trying to ease his aching was a nice touch. Her half-drunk smoothie was in front of her, leaving her fingers cool to the touch and another nice addition to the soothing touch. “Shouldn’t wait for them to tap out. You should schedule them in smaller increments so you don’t put too much strain on your poor hands.” Y/N’s eyes met him for a moment before looking away. “They’re too pretty to be hurting.”

He had been surprised by the gall, if he was honest. Y/N had been a bit more shy when coming to this sort of thing but he was mentally preening, not able to hide the smile curling on his lips as he flexed his hand in her grasp. “Yeah? Think I’ve got pretty hands?” He hummed. “Got a bunch of calluses. Some scars. My nail polish is chipped.” Was he fishing for a compliment? A little bit. He wanted a few of them, especially when she had seemed to like his best tools. 

“Of course. Just shows you work with your hands, know how to use them.” She stated. “It’s something a lot of people don’t know how to do anymore. The scars add character, and the nail polish is cute. It can always be redone.” She flipped his hand over but continued the slight massage, looking at his long, nimble fingers stretched over her wrists. He had a few rings on them which she knew he took off while tattooing, his fabric bracelets slightly worn besides the silver cuff on the non tattooed wrist. Harry liked to decorate his body and that was obvious. He’d told her he sometimes struggled with expression verbally, so she had a hunch that he used this to express himself. “And I also love the eyeliner thing. It’s attractive too.” 

She tacked on the compliment and his smile grew into a grin, shaking his head as he squeezed over her hands with a laugh. “Laying on all the compliments today, yeah? D’want something from me?” All she had to do was ask. The shivers in his body made him more than willing to hand shit over on a silver platter. His eyeliner had been a few years ongoing, a simple charcoal pencil smudging around his eyes. Apparently it brought out the green even more and he did have a few colors. Perhaps one day Y/N would want to do it for him. 

“No, no. Just figure people don’t do it as often as they should.” She sighed, dropping one of his hands to take a sip of her smoothie. The contact felt good. Especially since he kept a grip on her hand and swiped his thumb over the back of hers, the gentleness a stark contrast to the chain around his neck, metal on his face and ink on his skin. He was the opposite of what someone would expect, and somehow that made Y/N yearn for even more of him. 

“Well.. Thanks. But I’d prefer you to be the one doing the compliments. I know you’re not full of shit.” His smirk made her scoff but she merely continued sipping before moving on. Surely many people meant the compliments they gave him but she knew that he wouldn’t believe them regardless. That was the thing about growing up with that sort of trauma. When you were bullied growing up, seen as a butt of a joke, it was harder to accept people’s genuine kindness. It saddened her immensely, but this wasn’t the place to unpack that. 

“You’d have to be dead to not see how attractive you are, H. But I don’t want to give you too much of an ego boost or you’ll leave me in the dust.” Her foot nudged him under the table. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over this weekend? I was thinking of trying out a few cookie recipes and I need a baking assistant- or at the very least, a taste tester.” She offered, trying to hide her nerves. They were at a weird crossroads of developing relationships. Not official, not exactly fully comfortable enough to be shooting plans the day of but still craving their company quite strongly. They weren’t seeing anyone else, at least she hoped so, but they didn’t have a label. 

“Are you kidding?” He barked out a laugh. “Of fucking course I do. Used to help my nan back in the day in the kitchen. Christmas breads and sweets galore. You’ve got an old pro on your hands.” Was he vastly overvaluing his kitchen skills? A bit. He knew his way around decently enough, but he wanted to get that smile on her face- which succeeded. 

“Oh, lovely.” She chirped. “Then yes, I’d love for you to come over. We’ll get something to eat because m’not sure either of us are going to want to be in the kitchen for more than the cookies.” He watched her nose wrinkle making his heart skip a beat. There were tiny Y/N mannerisms he wanted to get to know. This one in particular he found to be stupidly cute, each time it happened making him smile internally. 

“Mhm. I understand. We’ve got a kitchen quota we don’t want to max out.”

—

“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand on her waist stopped her from taking another step further, Y/N grinning to herself as she paused in her step. She had done it just to see what Harry would do, and so far she had been correct. Her hopes had been granted. 

“Hm? Home.” She grinned up at him, eyes not able to hide the mischief in them as she moved back towards him. “Is there a problem?”

“I think we need to establish a few things.” His voice dropped, crowding her back against her car. Y/N had started this but felt the air get sucked from her lungs as her back pressed agaisnt the cold metal of her door, eyes widening slightly as she was peering up at him with far less smugness as before. “I don’t like leaving without a proper goodbye, hm? And you know what I’m missing, yeah Darling?” of course she did. She had been aching for it just as badly, the tiny one she got in greeting not even half of the one she needed now, but she wanted to make him work for it a little bit. 

“What’s that?” She hummed, biting her lower lip to try and control the grin threatening to break out on her face. The uncontrollable urge to giggle as he seemed to clock the look on her face, shaking his head at her and clicking his tongue while tilting her head up to meet him. It was the closest she could get to a swoon, sure there were little hearts in her pupils as he tapped the bottom of her lip and tugged it from her teeth. 

Christ. 

“I think you know.” He muttered. “Cruel, cruel little angel. What d’want from me, hm? Do you want me to beg?” His eyes scanned her face. “M’not one to get on my knees for that reason, but I think I could do so for you.” 

Y/N’s knees felt weak as he pinned her with his stare, a quivering in her stomach making her blink rapidly at him. Get on his knees? She could only imagine what he did on his knees and the image of him peering up at her with his mouth tucked between her thighs and her knee over his shoulder, working to get his tongue up inside her made her feel hot all over. The mental image was precisely his goal, she found, as his grin rose back and morphed into a smirk as she barely held back a whimper when her lip was stroked by the thumb in question. She had played with the lion as a sweet little lamb, and found herself right in his jaws. 

“N-No. Don’t have to beg, but I think it would be cute.” She cursed internally at the stutter, showing her weakness front and center as his face got a bit closer to hers, nose brushing the bridge of hers before moving down to the tip. Being this close made her dizzy, the sweet spice of his cologne and the mint of his gum overwhelming her. The man trapped her against her car, getting closer than she had been to a man in public, but she was pathetic. Internally she was gagging for it, tilting her head up to try and catch his mouth-

Only for him to pull back just enough to miss. A spark in his eye made her want to stomp her foot, the man teasing her more than she had anticipated. Y/N had tried to get the upper hand but it was obvious that the more comfortable he got, the more power he would wield with her. She had been a bit of a fool for thinking that a man like him wouldn’t turn this over, but she had felt like trying her luck. 

“Cute? Think it would be cute?” He muttered under his breath. “Well, I’m glad you think so. But I know what this is, little angel. Prettiest little Sunflower, trying to tease me.” Realistically, Harry knew she hadn’t a clue about the true power she had over him, but he would let that remain a secret for a bit longer. “What I meant, by a proper goodbye… Is that I’d like to feel these pretty lips before you leave me.” There was an audible hitch in her throat, making him hold back the smile, ghosting his lips against hers. “You did something to me… m’convinced. Put a spell in your lipgloss or somethin’ like that. Made me crave it. I’m more of a gentleman these days, because the first thing I wanted to do was lick into this pretty little mouth when I saw you today. I controlled it, but I can tell it’ll be a problem later on down the line. I need something sweet to hold me over, y’feel me, doll?” He tapped her lip with his thumb, gently tugging it down before it snapped back up. 

Y/N could barely breathe. Sometimes, she found, Harry had these bursts of being pure sex appeal. It was broken up by cute, soft and shy boy, but when he got in this sort of mood she found it hard to keep her vision from swimming. A floaty feeling, making her swallow thickly and nod in a jerking motion as she tried to get up on her tiptoes to catch his lips only to be deprived again. This time she did make a noise of frustration, brows furrowing as she looked at his hooded eyes. It wasn’t fair! 

“Oh, m’sorry Sunflower. Couldn’t let you have it that easy when you were about t’leave me without a kiss. Got a mean streak in you, but I’ll take it. You’re sweet and tart, like a Cherry.” He laughed, leading her arm to loop over his neck. “If you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you. Give you what you want, maybe even more.” She was rewarded, finally, with a tiny kiss to her pout before pulling back.  “But if you want to play games… You’ve gotta remember that m’a nasty competitor.”

Y/N could believe it. Harry oozed ‘win or nothing’ energy and she had tested it now, feeling how quickly she was going to fold. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to test this out when she had more resolve, but she had felt similarly to him the whole time. She wanted him just as badly, and playing with fire wasn’t cutting it right now. The only burn she wanted from him was a big of beard burn between her thighs. “M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll be sweet.” 

“I heard a silent ‘for now’ after that, but that’s good enough for me.” He rewarded her heavily. Kissing her fully, capturing her lips between his own and pulling her into him as he did so. Harry kissed just how he looked. Intense, hot. She let out a little noise feeling his tongue brush past and the cool metal of his tongue piercing hit hers. It was another reminder of how he would definitely be one to blow her mind when he got on his knees for her, because Harry didn’t seem like the type to do anything half assed. He had the ability to make her feel like she was boiling inside and the only thing that could cool her down was his touch. 

It was over too quickly, her thighs clenching together hard as she looked at him with bleary eyes. His face was self assured, a little smug and she was trying to recover. A squeeze was given to her chin, making her clear her vision as she was left a little unsatisfied. But would she ever really be truly satisfied when he took away his mouth? She could kiss him for hours and still feel like she wanted more. Their date was proof of that. 

“See? I can be sweet when you are. Rewards.” His confidence blew her away, barely able to recover when he pressed another firm kiss to her mouth without giving her time to react. “Now go on and go get some supplies for our cookies, yeah? Text me when you’re there and when you’re home safe. I’ve got another two appointments.” He wished he could cancel them and just go with her but he didn’t want the rep, and also didn’t want to cling to her. As tempting as it may be, he wanted to start this right. 

Y/N’s kiss still tingled on his lips as she drove away. He knew he was deep in the inky indigo waters of infatuation, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing. He’d learn to breathe underwater.

[leejungchans]

rich girl — l.mh

word count | 3.2k

pairing | lee minho (skz) x female reader

warning(s) / includes | food mentions, a lil swearing, reader has icky friends

genre | fluff, angst if you squint, high school au, ???-to-friends/implied lovers au, lino’s a bit of a tsundere

note | i imagined this whole thing as a kdrama scene while writing which is why it’s kinda cliche and dramatic at parts 😭 not proofread but i will when i wake up

summary | of all the places to run into you, lee minho never expected it to be at a convenience store.

a/n | happy new year everyone 💖 i’m so sorry i haven’t posted anything in a bit, had a bit of writer’s block which is why this took months to finish but i’m slowly getting back into the groove!! to everyone who requested in my 1k event, i promise i’ll get to every single one of them so dw!! i hope you enjoy!!

“Thanks for today,” Yang Jeongin murmurs shyly, bowing his head as Minho pockets the money. “I hope I didn’t take up too much of your time.”

Even now, Minho still remembers the look on his friends’ faces when he told them he wanted to try tutoring the younger kids at school. He doesn’t particularly enjoy it, but it’s not the worst way to earn some extra money.

“It’s fine,” he says with a casual shrug. “Lemme know how the test goes and text me anytime if you have more questions.” He doesn’t really mean the latter part—responding to texts outside his self-scheduled working hours is hardly appealing—but it feels customary to say.

Jeongin nods, his arms hanging at his sides as he walks Minho to the front door. “Okay, thanks again. Have a good rest of your night.”

If the older boy had noticed how tense he is, he doesn’t point it out. It’s no secret that Lee Minho has a reputation at school for being intimidating, and while he was surprisingly patient for the entirety of those two hours, Jeongin still finds it hard to shake off that feeling of being scrutinised when his sharp, cat-like eyes constantly feel like they’re probing right into his soul.

“You too. I’ll see you around,” Minho says, hardly bothered by the awkward energy of the empty apartment as he slips on his shoes. He wonders for a brief moment where Jeongin’s parents are, but doesn’t entertain the thought for long because he cares more about going home to his cats. Going to a private school comes with a hefty price tag, so he wouldn’t be surprised if Jeongin’s parents are still at work much like his own. 

The sun has long set by now, draping a blanket of dark indigo over the bustling streets as people rush to get home. Up ahead, Minho sees the glowing sign of a convenience store, and as though being reminded his stomach rumbles, a reminder that he hasn’t eaten since lunch.

He could go for some ramen, and this way he wouldn’t have to cook and do the dishes.

From the stocked shelves, he picks out his dinner—a bowl of Shin Ramyun, a tuna triangle kimbap and a bottle of green tea. Simple, yet so satisfying; his go-to no matter how many times Hyunjin teases him for getting the same thing time and time again.

Hyunjin makes fun of him, he lovingly threatens to shove tissue down his throat. Minho wouldn’t have it any other way.

A fond scoff falls from his lips as he waits for his ramen to cook. His eyes scan the store, flitting from the bored cashier picking at his nails to the girl sitting at the table just several feet away from him. It takes a few seconds for him to realise she’s wearing his school’s uniform, and another few to notice the polished shoes with the dainty gold buckles that look all too familiar.

It’s not just anyone from school—it’s you.

The realisation has him turning on his heel immediately. Surely, his back profile isn’t too recognisable? His heart skips a beat in his chest and only one thought consumes his mind as he hastily straightens his tie and redoes the first button on his shirt—what the hell are you of all people doing in a convenience store?

“You know, most people eat their noodles before they get soggy.”

Minho resists the urge to let a few colourful words slip. He doesn’t think your parents would appreciate learning that the student-guide assigned to their precious daughter was the one who taught her her first swear word.

Huh, that was a little mean. Distantly, Chan’s disapproving voice rings out from the back of his mind.

“Give her a chance, Minho. Just because she’s from a rich family doesn’t mean she’s a spoiled brat. I’ve talked to her a few times, she’s really nice.”

His feet move slowly as he turns to face you, finding your eyes still trained on him as you await his reaction, glossy lips curled up amusedly. He wants to flee, wants to curse the gods for making him run into you at such a time and place. But he’s already made the ramen, it’s too late to leave.

Reluctantly, he grabs his dinner and makes his way over to the table, making sure you’re separated by a seat as he plops himself down on the squeaky bar stool. You don’t seem bothered, the little grin still ever-present on your face before you turn back to your dinner.

Minho watches from the corner of his eyes as you pick up your half-eaten kimbap, dunking the corner into the spicy broth before taking a bite. Maybe he’s a little impressed, he didn’t expect you to know the only correct way to eat kimbap and ramen—at least, the only correct way in his eyes.

“Don’t seem so surprised,” you quip lightly without looking up, “rich people eat ramen too.”

His cheeks grow warm from being caught staring. “Just didn’t expect you to hang around somewhere like this.”

“Are you kidding? I love convenience store food. They didn’t have the stuff here when I was at boarding school, I had to order everything I wanted online.”

“Must’ve taken a long time to get them shipped to you,” he muses. It’s strange, he thought he couldn’t care less about what went on in the fancy boarding school you attended before transferring here, but it’s refreshing hearing you talk about mundane things like bulk-buying instant ramen as though a squirrel stashing food away for the winter.

“Oh, it felt like forever each time! I felt like I was going to die craving all the snacks I couldn’t get there.” For a second there you sounded just like Hyunjin during his dramatic moments, like that time when Minho refused to pay for his ice cream and he acted like he was left to fend for himself in the wilderness.

He finds it oddly endearing.

“That’s not the worst part,” you continue, “the worst part was dealing with thieves in the dorms. I can’t count how many packs of ramen I had stolen from me.”

“Oh, the tragedy!”

You roll your eyes at the exaggerated gasp he lets out, though the action hardly holds any genuine annoyance. “I can’t tell if you’re still being serious.”

A small grunt leaves Minho as he twists open the bottle cap of his bottled tea. “I mean, I’d be pretty pissed if people stole food from me.” The worst Jisung’s done to him is snagging a few gummy bears, and that already feels like a criminal offence in his book.

“I guess that’s the second thing we have in common.”

“What’s the first? Having good taste in convenience store dinner?”

“I knew you were smart, Lee.”

“Oh, fuck off,” he scoffs, yet his the corners of his lips can’t help but quirk up at the devious, teasing grin you flash him.

He’d rather do Hyunjin’s PE laundry for a month than admit it, but you’re kind of cute.

“What’re you doing in this area so late, anyways?”

You offer a smile in thanks as Minho holds the door open and gestures for you to go first. The two of you step out of the store, the frostiness of the winter night penetrating through the layers you’re wearing and settling deep into your bones.

“I was with Hyebin and the others.” He doesn’t miss the way your smile falters, the twinkle in your eyes dimming like a fallen star. He’s never liked the friend group you’ve found yourself in ever since you transferred over to the school. They’ve always given him the impression that they were more interested in your money and brains than anything. “They needed help with their homework.”

“Of course they did,” Minho scoffs.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

“You need to be more careful with this stuff. The teachers aren’t as stupid as you think, just because you’re not the one doing the copying doesn’t mean you won’t get into trouble.”

“Gosh, what’s with the lecture? Why do you care who I hang out with?”

He freezes, pursing his lips together as he thinks of a counter. You’re right, why does he care? Perhaps your earlier conversation in the store changed his admittedly biased perception of you. Or perhaps despite everything he's ever thought about you, he thinks you still deserve better than Hyebin and her goons.

“W-Well, I was assigned to be your guide to the school,” Minho splutters, “sorry for taking my job seriously!” It’s a horrible excuse, so he’s not the slightest bit surprised when you don’t buy it at all.

“That’s funny, because you’ve made it pretty clear from the day we met that you couldn’t care less about a spoiled brat like me!” He hates that he still finds you cute even as you’re fuming and ranting at him. “Everyone at school is exactly like you, always making your own assumptions without even bothering to get to know me! Well, I’m telling you right now that I don’t need you to—”

“Watch out!”

Your foot gets caught on a raised ledge that you hadn’t noticed in your moment of frustration. You trip with a loud shriek, knees scraping painfully against the pavement as you break your fall with your hands. A burning sensation spreads across your face, and you’re utterly mortified that you just embarrassed yourself in front of someone the likes of Lee Minho while you were giving him a piece of your mind.

“Are you okay?” You feel his hand wrap around your arm as he helps you up, refusing to meet his eyes out of sheer embarrassment. “You need to watch where you’re going.”

You tug your arm out of Minho’s grasp with an aggravated huff. “I’m fine!” you snap, but the pained hiss that whistles through your clenched teeth says otherwise as you attempt to stand without his support. Your left ankle throbs with a sharp pain, causing you to lose balance and stumble.

“Seems like you’re not,” he observes without his usual snark as he reaches out to hold you steady again. This time, you don’t shake him off. “You should get that checked out soon, it’s probably a sprained ankle.”

“Great,” you mutter under your breath. Scraped knees and a sprained ankle? You dread the earful you know you’ll be getting from your overprotective parents. Thankfully, your family’s driver is only parked a few blocks away from where you are, so you shouldn’t have to hobble too far—

“—get on.”

“H-Huh?”

Minho rolls his eyes at your dumbfounded expression, his knees bent as he gestures to his back with a tilt of his head, signalling you to climb on. “You said your driver is waiting for you nearby, right?” You nod. “I’ll carry you there.”

“You better not tell your friends that I forced you to do this,” you mutter sulkily.

“Jesus, Y/N. I don’t stoop that low. I’m the one who offered, okay?” At your hesitation, the sharp angles of his face soften ever so slightly. “I swear. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you walk three blocks on a twisted ankle.”

The sincerity in his eyes has knots forming in your stomach out of guilt, embarrassed that you’ve been so harsh on him for his intentions when all he’s done was offer help. Murmuring a thank you, you gingerly wrap your arms around his neck as his arms hook around your thighs. With a soft grunt, he draws to his full height and begins heading down the street.

The proximity between the two of you floods your cheeks with warmth. You’re certain you harbour absolutely zero romantic feelings for Lee Minho, your less-than-enthusiastic guide to the school who cares more about the stray cats lingering outside the gates than ninety percent of the student population—at least, that’s what you tell yourself. You suppose he can be charming, especially when he smiles; it’s a sight you’re hardly privy to seeing, but sometimes you catch a glimpse of his toothy grin when he’s talking to Chan or play-wrestling with the tall kid who’s on the soccer team.

And you suppose he’s pretty charming now too, not an indication of annoyance towards your current predicament as he piggybacks you the rest of the way to your car. A faint jasmine scent greets your senses, and it takes all your willpower to resist leaning in closer. Ugh, of course his shampoo just so happens to be your favourite scent too.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you back there,” you say quietly after a while. “I was frustrated with people at school but took it out on you, which was really unfair of me.”

For a brief moment, Minho doesn’t respond, leading you to believe he’s still upset. It’s understandable, but it leaves you with a sinking pit in your stomach and you’ve never wanted the earth to swallow you whole so badly until now.

“It’s okay.” You perk up a little at his unexpected response. “I get it, really. I’m sorry too, for letting all those stereotypes and assumptions get the best of my judgement. I was a pretty shitty guide, huh?” he jokes with a soft chuckle.

A smile slowly appears on your face at his attempt at lightening the mood. “I’ve seen worse, and in a way you did kinda help me learn my way around campus.”

“By avoiding you like my life depended on it while you searched high and low for me?”

“Questionable execution, successful outcome.”

His head tilts back as he lets out a genuine laugh, the bright sound only increasing the palpitations of your heart. “That’s how I roll. Leaves an impression.”

He certainly has. Never would you have guessed that you’d be seeing this side of Lee Minho tonight, or ever, and you don’t doubt that you’ll be thinking about this moment for the next week even if he goes back to being all ‘bad-boy’ with you tomorrow. It feels like you’re witnessing something you’re not supposed to, and it’s exhilarating.

His gentle voice brings you out of your thoughts. “I was serious about Hyebin. They’re using you, both her and her friends,” he says, spitting the last word out like it’s venomous.

“I know.”

“You know?”

You hum sadly. “My family runs a conglomerate and I’ve attended more of their functions than I can count. I learnt very early on what it looks like when someone’s only being nice to you because they want something.”

Minho nods in understanding, yet your response only begs the next question. “Then why do you still hang out with them? What do they have that you don’t?”

“Nothing, but… who else do I have at school? Almost everyone else is either no different from them, or are too intimidated to approach me even when I’ve done everything I can to prove I’m anything but.”

Something about how you don’t bother hiding the defeat in your voice makes his heart twinge with sympathy. He knows you’re right—hell, he considers himself unbelievably lucky that he managed to find people he genuinely sees as his close friends in a sea of snobbish, self-centred students.

“Hang out with us. Really,” he adds when you fall eerily silent. “I know we’re probably the furthest thing away from the people you’re used to associating yourself with, and I guess we can be a little weird sometimes—” admittedly, maybe a lot weird—“but we’re good people, especially my friends.”

Minho stops himself upon realising he’s already begun rambling, but the quiet giggle that reaches his ears relaxes him a little.

“I like weird.” Despite currently looking ahead, he can still hear the smile in your voice. “Wouldn’t I make things awkward, though? I don’t wanna intrude on anything.”

“Are you kidding? Once you're friends with Chan, he’ll find a way to make you feel comfortable no matter what. Do you like anime, by any chance?”

“Actually, yeah. I do.”

He chuckles, “Then you’ll have no problem getting along with my other friends too.”

“And what about you?” you ask softly. “Are you okay with it?”

“I’m the one who offered, of course I am.”

You’re unsure if you can consider Lee Minho your friend yet—or rather, if he’d want that or not—but one thing’s for certain: his authenticity is both admirable and appreciated. You don’t question his kindness now because he wasn’t afraid to show his genuine indifference in your encounters prior to today.

“Thank you, Minho. I don’t know what else to say other than… thanks, really.”

Spying your family’s car just down the street, he turns to grin at you, eyes curved and smile reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. “Feel free to also comment on how unfairly handsome and strong I am.”

You respond with a fond roll of your eyes. He’s not wrong, but you don’t need to tell him that either. “Very funny, but yes, thank you for this too. I’m sorry you had to carry me all the way here.”

Now it’s Minho’s turn to roll his eyes. “Stop apologising, Y/N, I wanted to. Hopefully your ankle isn’t too seriously sprained.”

“My parents are going to make such a big fuss if I need a cast.”

He snickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the first one to sign it.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mumble sulkily, though it only makes him laugh harder. It’s beyond him how it’s possible for someone to sound this adorable even while swearing.

Carefully, he lets you down upon reaching the car, still holding you steady by your arms as the door slides open to reveal luxurious leather seats. He helps you into the backseat, offering a shy nod in greeting when your driver looks back to give you a questioning look.

“I’ll explain later,” you tell him before turning back to Minho, “let us give you a ride home.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he reassures, tucking his hands into his pockets, “I live really close by.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “You better not be lying to me.”

Dramatically, he places a hand over his heart. “I swear.”

“I’m gonna ask Chan first thing when I see him.”

“You do that,” he replies smoothly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Relenting, you nod and return the smile he gives you. “Okay, get home safe. Good night, Minho.”

“Good night.”

Your eyes never leave his as the door shuts between you two. You look back at Minho through the tinted windows, finding him still standing at the same spot as he watches your car take off down the road. Even as you make a left turn, causing him to disappear from your line of sight, you don’t turn back until your driver feigns a cough, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

“That boy,” he begins, eyes briefly flickering to meet yours in the rear-view mirror, “is he your classmate, Miss L/N?”

You nod.

“You two looked close.” He must’ve seen the look on your face because he lets out a hearty laugh, one you’ve grown accustomed to over all his years of service to your family. “Don’t worry, miss. I won’t tell your parents,” he reassures, “I just wanted to say that he seems to like you a lot.”

“Huh, is that so?” is all you say, yet you can’t fight the smile that appears on your face the second no one’s looking.

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hiiii, I just love you writing😭 and i have a request (i know that it's a bit general): a really fluff e cute scenario between reader and Sasuke. Thanks in advance if you accept the request🥰🥺

WC ━ 2.0k

TYPE ━ GN!reader

✎ this was really fun to write, and i'm sorry if it's a little rushed at the end. this is my second sasuke piece for this blog, so it was a good change of pace from writing for his older brother, itachi. anyway, i hope this is the fluffiest thing you read today!

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TINY bells rang from above the glass door to the small, quaint shop in the busiest part of this city’s shopping district. Two men of similar heights walked into the shop with neutral expressions written on their faces. As they walked closer to the glass counters, the view of all of the expensive, shining jewelry came into contact with the younger man’s charcoal stained orbs. In fact, with such a wide selection of unique and flawlessly cute jewels, Uchiha Sasuke was beginning to feel overwhelmed as his eyes danced from one piece to the next.

A hand pressed firmly onto Sasuke’s shoulder, instantly bringing a wave of relief when his body sensed the familiar presence standing next to him. Looking over at his older brother, Uchiha Itachi, Sasuke’s eyes darted down at the hand on his shoulder, specifically at the polished, golden ring that was encircled around his brother’s left hand ring finger. The ring caught on the dim lighting of the store and shined brightly. Sasuke shook his brother’s hand off of his shoulder and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, looking back down at the assortment of engagement rings in the display counters.

Before Itachi could question Sasuke’s current mood, one of the workers of the store walked up to the two gentlemen with a small smile on his face. “Who is proposing today, if you don’t mind me asking?” the worker asked, looking from Sasuke to Itachi. Itachi tapped the tips of his fingertips against the glass counter, glancing at Sasuke for a second before pouring his attention onto the kind worker. “My little brother, over here, wants to propose to his longtime partner of I believe… seven years, and quite frankly, he is picky with his presents, as is, so this is the third shop we have been to in the last couple of days,” Itachi replied, feeling a smirk come into play. Sasuke attempted to elbow his older brother in his side, but the man swiftly stepped away to look at some of the sparkling engagement rings in the display cases.

“Seven years is a long time, my friend. How did you decide they were the one?” the worker asked as he began to take out some of the finest of rings in stock. Sasuke peered down at the small display sitting on top of the glass countertop, taking in the amount of sparkles that shimmered against each individual ring. Completely ignoring the worker’s question about his significant other, Sasuke picked up one of the rings he pulled out, bringing it up to his face for a closer inspection.

The ring had a clean, silver band which held a squarish, sparkling jewel right in the middle of it. Compared to many of the rings available here, it was the shiniest and had the biggest rock. Sasuke wasn’t too sure of which ring would fit best on your finger and with your style, but he definitely knew you’d rather keep it simple.

Setting the ring down, Sasuke picked up another one, copying the same actions he took with the previous choice. Contrasting with the big, shining, silver ring from before, this ring had a pretty, thin rose gold band with a smaller, oval stone in the middle. After looking through countless options for the past couple of days, Sasuke’s thoughts were circling around how much you would adore this ring. Many of the rings he looked at before didn’t scream you at all, and now that he was here looking at this ring right before him, he knew it was the one he wanted to use to propose to you.

Oblivious to Sasuke’s surroundings, Itachi walked up to his younger brother and glanced down at the ring settled between his index finger and thumb. Sasuke looked up at the awkwardly smiling worker after having just dazed away because of the impact the ring had on his mind. He was going to do it… after seven years of being together, as one, Sasuke was motivated to make it more official through marriage, and the thoughts were beginning to clog up whatever was left of his mind after finding the perfect ring. “I’ll take this one,” Sasuke spoke in his low and deep tone, holding the ring out for the worker.

Itachi widened his eyes a little at how quick of a decision Sasuke had made just then. They had quite literally just stepped foot into the store, and after looking at only two rings, Sasuke was ready to go with the second choice. However, Itachi trusted his brother’s decisions, so he watched as Sasuke paid for the ring and got handed the bag which contained the delicate, velvet ring box inside of it. The two Uchihas walked out of the shop with silence resonating between them as well as the strange, three feet distance between their figures whilst they walked around the shopping district.

“Have you thought about how you’re going to propose yet, Sasuke?” Itachi asked, glancing over at his brother. Sasuke pulled the box out of the shop’s bag, flipping open the lid to take another look at the ring. The light sparkle hitting the small stone shined brightly within the box, and just like that, Sasuke was beginning to grow anxious thinking about the moment he was going to get down on one knee and ask you to be his forever. “Something simple… Y/N doesn’t like big celebration type things,” he muttered, closing the ring’s box and setting it back down in the shop’s bag.

Itachi agreed with Sasuke on the approach. He, himself, went with a simpler approach for his own proposal, and in his experience, it has a lot less tension in the air. “Would you like some pointers? I can give some—”

“No… no. I don’t need your help anymore. I’ll be fine on my own,” Sasuke declined, making his way to the car. Itachi sighed and followed Sasuke.

.・゜゜・

The night sky was shining brilliantly as the clocks struck eight o’clock. With every passing minute in the car, Sasuke was anticipating the proposal. He couldn’t stop moving, and you, who were seated beside him in the passenger’s seat of the car, grew curious. To you, it felt like this was going to be another dinner date with Sasuke at some fancy restaurant that he had picked prior to getting in the car. Yet, you started to notice how there was sweat beginning to accumulate on his forehead and how his fingers tapped anxiously against the steering wheel.

Unconsciously, you reached over to Sasukes’s side of the car and rested your hand against his own. Thankfully the car was stopped at a red light because Sasuke froze much like a statue in a museum at the familiar, soft sensation of your hand upon his own. Immediately, he took his hand off of the steering wheel and intertwined your fingers with one another, now resting his elbow over the armrest in between your seats.

“What’s got you so anxious all of a sudden?” you questioned. Your thumb made small caresses against the softness of the outside of his hand in an effort to comfort him. “I–It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he responded in his blunt manner and his deep tone.

When the signal turned green, Sasuke pressed down on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward. You remained silent throughout the car ride, but as you glanced out the window, your eyes were keen on spotting less buildings than the normal streets you can recall from memory.

Soon, the car came to a halt, and again, your eyes roamed the view in front of you. Rather than a fancy, five-star restaurant, you were looking out a glorious, open field of colorful, blooming flowers. Somewhere near the car, there was a small picnic blanket set up with some string lights sat around it.

You were aware of how romantic your partner could be towards you, but this was a new experience for you. It started to warm your heart as you took in the area once more, thinking about how much effort and planning must have gone into this. You were so stuck in your surprise that you didn’t notice Sasuke had exited the car and opened the door for you.

With a hand extended in front of you, you tore your eyes away from the view for a moment to take Sasuke’s hand in your own. He shut the door after you exited the car and led you towards the grass where the picnic was set up. The two of you carefully sat down next to one another, and instantly, you hooked your arms with Sasuke’s right arm. Resting your head on Sasuke’s shoulder, your eyes remained on the beautiful setup in front of you.

“This is really amazing, Sasuke. How much time did it take to set up?” you curiously questioned, moving your head to aim your sight at the handsome man you were attached to. Sasuke felt your gaze on him, so he also turned his head to capture the glow in your eyes, “Not long… I had Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi help me.”

“Well, it looks wonderful, and I can’t wait to dive into the delicious food you must have prepared,” you stated, unhooking your arms from Sasuke’s arm. As your hands were about to reach for the picnic basket, Sasuke quickly placed a hand on your wrist, motioning you to stop.

“Before we eat, I have something to say,” Sasuke began. You nodded and sat back with your hands gently resting on top of your legs. Your eyes took note of the rising blush arriving on Sasuke’s face as well as the silence that followed his statement.

Sasuke took a deep breath and stuffed his hand into his blazer pocket, “Ever since we met in elementary school, I have always vowed to protect you at all costs. My feelings for you only grew deeper as we got to high school and graduated. It was hard to go four years without seeing you, but I’m glad that we are sitting here together and able to call each other our own. I don’t think I would have ever stopped waiting for you to come back, even if it meant waiting for an eternity, Y/N. My life isn’t complete without you in it. And… I have been thinking about asking you this for a while, so I decided that it’s now or never that I ask you. I don’t ever want to lose you, Y/N, because you make me a better person, all together.”

By now, tears stung your eyes at the beautiful words that Sasuke spoke about you. Your eyes shot down to Sasuke’s hand, and a hand came to cover your mouth as your eyes squeezed to a squint. The ring box came into view in Sasuke’s hand, and his other hand opened it up to reveal the pretty, thin rose gold band that he had picked with his brother. At that point, you couldn’t contain the happiness, and your eyes proceeded to douse your face in salty tears that began to run down to your chin and over your hands that cupped your mouth.

“I feel that I am ready to take the next step in our relationship, and I hope that you are, too. Y/N, will you do me the honor and agree to marry me?” he asked in his deep tone. The hand that held the small ring was visibly shaking, signaling how nervous he was for the response.

Much like the incident in the car, you reached out to place a hand on his empty hand, and his eyes kept themselves locked on you. The shaking had stopped almost instantaneously, and in that very moment, Sasuke knew what you were going to respond with.

“Of course.”

Sasuke let out a hiccup as the tears began to come to his eyes as well. Carefully, he slid the ring onto your finger and reached over to bring you into his arms. Your face was hidden in his shoulder as his chin dug into your head. Soft kisses were placed into your hair on your head, bringing you the most comfort you’ve ever felt.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N.”

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Knockout x carjacker!reader who saw him at a race one time and wanted the sweet-looking car and was not prepared for the car to more or less kidnap them instead (idk I just think it'd be funny if the bots and cons met humans bc the humans tried to steal them lol)

i had so much fun writing this, ty for requesting!

turbo hell, literally. | knockout x reader.

“Come on, come on, come on…” You stole a few nervous glances behind you. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. The most awful, atrocious, stupidest decision you’d made today. Your fingers worked feverishly, nearly shaking with adrenaline. The rush was why you were addicted to stuff like this, it was a high that you were obsessed with. And hey, if you got a sweet ride out of it, that was great too.

You’d seen this car once before, at a street race your friend dragged you to. It was a beauty. Sleek and polished red paint, gold rims, probably a hot owner. And since they illegally street raced, you could always blackmail them into not pressing charges if you were caught.

The engine roared to life. Your hotwiring was a success. You yanked on the door handle and swung it open, thankful that you picked the lock ahead of time. The cushioned seats felt comfortable, but the interior looked far different than you expected. The owner must have done some major upgrades at some point. Your hands grasped the steering wheel, mentally preparing yourself to actually steal something this big.

The car abruptly lurched forwards, nearly giving you whiplash. A familiar ‘click’ signaled the doors locking, and the seat belt you’d conveniently forgotten to put on was wrapped around you in less than a second. You cursed, more confused about what was going on than why. The car didn’t stop speeding up, even after you attempted jamming your foot down on the brakes.

You tried the door handle. Stupid move, considering it was locked, but you were becoming slightly concerned with this situation you were in. “Is this a remote controlled car!? Let me go!”

You hit the door hard as the car swerved around a turn far faster than it should have. You attempted to unbuckle yourself, but that didn’t work either. The familiar feeling of panic began to grow in your chest. What was this thing? Somehow you had found the one demon possessed car in all of Nevada. 

Another turn, more accelerating. The car pulled into an empty parking lot, and began driving towards a storefront at a speed you were definitely not comfortable with. Welp, this was it. Might as well start ugly crying and speedrun writing your last will and testament. Maybe they would name a scientific discovery after you.

Your stomach churned as the automobile did a 180, and you tried your best to not lose your lunch. This car was obviously not happy with you. But what did you do to deserve this? Besides, you know, hotwiring and trying to steal it. That was practically harmless, though. Maybe the car had feelings, maybe it was some new AI program. 

“Hey-” The car careened around the curb as it left the parking lot. “Hey!!”

You frantically pulled at the seat belt again, hoping it would let you out of its death grip. “I don’t know what you are, but let me go!”

It didn’t listen. Instead, it did another 180 and barreled down another street. You weren’t sure what you expected. Your metal prison seemed to be closing in on you, and you suddenly felt very claustrophobic. This would be fine, you told yourself. You’d just be stuck in literal turbo hell for the next 3 years of your life to pay for your sins. Maybe this was the devil’s sports car he used to attend meetings with all the political leaders.

“Listen! I’m sorry for trying to steal your car! Or you- I don’t know what to say right now,” The car didn’t respond. You let out a half panicked, half exasperated sigh. “Please! I won’t do it again. I just couldn’t resist a ride in such a beautiful car. I swear, it was a mistake!”

Jackpot. The car slowed down a bit, and a wave of relief passed over you. Evidently, repenting was at least a temporary solution. As the automobile pulled up to the sidewalk, the seat belt retracted. The door unlocked and swung open. Clear invitation to leave. As your shaky legs found their way to solid ground again, you realized you’d never been more eager to leave a vehicle. You resisted the urge to collapse and thank the Earth for not suddenly taking you on a death road trip. 

“Hey kid,” You jerked your head back up, astonished. The car was talking. Did you accidentally do drugs? 

“Uh.. yes? ... Sir?” You added the last part to be polite. If this was the devil’s sports car, maybe he’d be nice when you ended up in hell one day.

“Next time, wash your shoes off. Oh, and be glad you didn’t have any crumbs on you. Ugh, those take so long to clean out…”

[portfolio-of-dreams]

you’re late… | wakasa imaushi x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! fem! reader, reader wears skirt and heels, mean/dom! wakasa, pet names: good girl, princess, oral (m! receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia (will I ever stop writing smut with this? no.), collaring/leashing (with a belt), choking, breath play(?), nipple play, clothed sex, office sex, oral (f! receiving)/cunnilingus, cum eating, “just the tip,” teasing, pussy job, tongue fucking, overstimulation, Waka gets called sir like once, exhibitionism, ass play, anal toys, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie, also no aftercare (menace waka).

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: my submission for @arlertslove “sucking off a ceo!” collab! another special shout-out to @xshinigamikittenx for beta reading. 🫶

ring, ring, ring.

Your alarm blared but you were already awake. You couldn’t sleep all that well the night before so you decided to just get up and get ready for your day. You took a hot shower and took your time freshening up. You dressed in your nicest blouse, pencil skirt and red-bottomed heels. You applied soft makeup, not too much, but enough to make it look like you didn’t toss around too much in your sleep.

7:30 in the morning and you were rushing to the office. It was your first day as the secretary to Wakasa Imaushi. The sun was just starting to rise and the morning had a beautiful golden hue to it. You were racing through the crowds of people to make the train, you couldn’t be late, not today. Everyone at the office had already told you about Wakasa’s temper and how it could get pretty bad at times. You hated to admit it but you were nervous- you hadn’t met him yet since he didn’t care to do interviews and was always so busy. You had to make a good first impression, and being late, would not get you on his good side.

The ride over took unbearably long, and a few unnecessary stops created a bigger time crunch for you than you thought. Your hair was a mess as you rushed into the space. A tall glass building, the windows and the outside infrastructure all looked the same. The sun reflected against the sides so brightly it was a surprise there weren't more accidents on this street. You stepped in, hesitantly, almost tripping on the royal purple rug at the entrance. You quickly waved at the doorman and the receptionist as you pushed the button to call the elevator to go up to the 15th floor- the top floor and the only thing in that floor was his office and a few orderly’s. You attempted to tame your hair and took a breath. You checked your watch, 8:05am, only 5 minutes late, maybe he’ll be understanding…

You stood tall and straightened your figure as you walked to his office, before you could even knock a velvet voice spoke:

“Do you own a watch? Should I make you sleep in your office so this doesn’t happen again? You’re late y/n. First day on the job and you already want to get fired?”- he turns in his chair- “You look like a mess, go freshen up. You have two minutes, and I’m counting”

You wasted no time clicking your heels along the freshly polished tiled floors to the bathroom. It took all your strength to not cry, they were right- he was a bit of a prick. But fuck, he was gorgeous. A dove gray tailored suit that adorned his toned figure, his purple streaked hair that was pulled back into a neatly placed ponytail, delicately manicured fingernails that sat atop long, slender fingers, half-lidded violet eyes that shone when you looked at them… Stop it y/n, he’s your boss. You took a deep breath, again, and pulled out your travel makeup to retouch it. You checked your watch again after you were done, three minutes. Shit, late again. You raced back to his office, and he was now leaned against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, and a lollipop between his lips. 

“Making this a habit, I see. Sit.”- he points to the floor in front of him and you hesitantly walk towards him- “On your knees, princess.”

You look at him quizzically, why did he call you that? You weren’t complaining but this is a job- aren’t you supposed to be professional? You do as he says though, not wanting to get even further on his bad side. He pops the lollipop out from his mouth and smirks at you.

“Secretaries who are late, twice, on their first day get punished. Do you understand?”- you slowly nod at him - “Good.”

He slid off his belt and gently clipped it around your neck, pulling you harshly towards him, making you slightly gag at the restraint. He teasingly unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to his ankles, showing off his boxers that grew tighter around his hardening bulge. He simply nodded at you and you took that as an invitation to tug at the waistband. Your eyes flickered down the V that adorned his hips and he made no hesitation when he pulled at the belt around your throat, making you look back up at his face. You kept eye-contact as his underwear fell, exposing his cock to you. It sprung up, slapping you in the face- making Wakasa laugh at you.

“Open your mouth.” He spoke in a serious tone. 

You looked at his cock in front of you- it wasn’t super long, but above average. The thing that got you was the girth. It was thick, with a prominent pink tip and hard outlined vein running along the side. It was one of the prettiest you’d ever seen. You knew, in that moment, you’d never have another dick like his. You noticed you were staring at it when he cleared his throat, obviously annoyed that you didn’t do what he asked you to immediately. You looked up at him, his brows furrowed down, and a condescending glint in his eyes. You kept eye contact as you opened your mouth.

A sly smile spread across his otherwise delicate, unamused lips as he thrust himself between your lips. You gagged and small water droplets framed the corner of your eyes. You flattened your tongue down, opening your throat to make it easier for you when he decided to try again. He snickered and pulled at the string of the belt around your neck, bringing your flesh against him, slowly bottoming out in your mouth with a guttural groan. 

You choked lightly, trying to hide it as you conditioned your breathing through your nose. He held you there for what felt like forever until he pulled away allowing you to take a few shallow breaths before sheathing himself inside, again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand, making you look up at him as he slowly rolled his hips around, grazing the insides of your cheeks with every swirl. You did your best to relax against him, paying attention to not locking your jaw and feeling every curve of his dick- memorizing it. He positioned himself as he began to pistol himself in and out, using your mouth for his pleasure.

“Use your hands.” He growled lowly through his teeth. 

You nodded slightly as the drool spilled over your lips and trickled down your chest. You picked up one hand that was on the floor propping yourself up and wrapped it around his soft flesh on his balls. You moved your fingers around and fondled them before tugging gently, making him groan out, tossing his head back as his hair fell loose. You squished the tightening flesh up towards his base before pulling back down as he continued to thrust his hips, hitting your cheeks and nose flush to his abdomen. You picked up your other hand, finally balancing enough on your knees and snaked it up his thigh, sliding it around to grab his ass, hard. The goal, you thought, was to make him cum. The grip he had on your hair tightened and he pushed his cock into your mouth, far enough that his leaking tip hit the back of your throat, and he stayed there- making you gag on his length as tears spilled from your eyes and waterfalled over your cheeks.

“You feel that princess? I can see my cock in your throat. Feels good, doesn't it?” His voice was monotonous though arrogant. 

You pushed your hands against his thighs, trying to push yourself away, but his feet stayed planted in place as stars filled your vision, eyes fluttering. Then he pulled away, watching you catch yourself on your hands as you coughed to try regain your composure. He just laughed as he knelt down to the floor, seeing you on all fours, had him leaking cum from his pretty slit for more. He popped the lollipop out of his mouth and tossed it into the garbage can before he took your chin in his fingers delicately, and kissed you. It was soft and slow as he slid his tongue between your lips and over the ridges in your teeth, before pulling away to lick the tears still cascading down your face.

He rested his forehead against yours and said, “I need to cum, but I want to play with you some more.” 

He picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder, almost too effortlessly. He sits you down on top of his desk, in front of his chair as he connects his lips to your neck. He sucks a trail down your caritid as his hands skillfully undo the buttons on your top. He trails down to your collarbones, running his wet muscle along the soft skin and moaning at your taste. He slid his hands over your shoulders to unclip your bra and quickly pulled it off to discard onto the floor. He followed the curve of your body down to your breasts. His tongue flattened against one of your already erect nipples and he took the other between his fingers to twist and tug at before kneading the flesh. He captured it in his mouth, sucking harshly to pull out those errotic moans he’d been waiting to hear from your lips. You showered him with praise and a sweet plea of his name as he made good use of his tongue, pressing the hardened bud to the roof of his mouth with diligent practice.

He continues his ministrations as he kisses along the valley of your cleavage to give the same attention to the other breast. His hips are rutting up against your clothed cunt as you mumble incoherent noises from the increased pleasure. Your mind faintly remembering where you are, the office of your new boss. Your breath hitches as you frantically turn your head to the side to the big glass window, luckily no one is in sight. He grinds his hard cock against your panties where your clit is, wanting the attention back on him, and you're lost in the feeling again.

He pulls off your chest, tugging your nipple between his teeth as he lets go to watch your face contort in the pleasurable pain. His eyes locked on your breasts as he slams his hands down against them with a loud slap as he grabs your plush flesh. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, at how desirable you look right now- absolutely at his mercy. He rips his shirt from the collar, buttons flying to reveal his toned chest as his tie lays against his pecs. He’s quick to remove your skirt, aggressively pulling it down, to show off your soaked lace panties. He runs his middle finger down your clothed folds, slick seeping through the lace and coating his fingertip. He looks into your eyes as he licks this slick off with the tip of his tongue.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” A smirk graced his lips as his pupils dilated with lust. 

He grabs your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk, to rub his length against your cunt. He watched as your brows furrowed and your mouth gaped open at the friction. He reached one hand up to grab onto your chest. He circled his hips against you before pulling your panties to the side with his free hand. He rubbed his cock against your wet, puffy folds, coating himself in your arousal. He lined himself up, inserting himself only a little, watching the way his tip parted your pussy lips. His pre-cum stained slit rubbing against your puffy and swollen clit. He enjoyed watching you come undone underneath him, body shuddering in pleasure every time he moved the head of his cock between your lips. He had to remind himself he was punishing you, so he’d give just the tip to tease you. 

You babbled broken words at him as your pussy leaked, begging to cum. He chuckled under his breath as he pulled out and sat down in his office chair. He rolled the chair close, blowing a warm puff of breath against you and he watched as you spasmed, walls clenching around nothing. He groaned at the sight before licking a stripe from your ass up to your clit. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk as he wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them open as he lapped up your juices. Your toes curled as you laid back against the desk, head falling over the edge as his tongue plunged in and out of your gaping hole. Tears formed in your eyes again as he explored your insides, running his pink muscle along your velvety walls. Your moans became more erratic as you took uneven breaths.

“Sir, please!” The scream is ripped from you before you could stop it. Wakasa hums, deep in his throat, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

He pulls back slightly, only long enough to whisper, “That’s my good girl, want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel- make sure everyone knows about your punishment”

His face dives right back to where it was, tongue sliding excruciatingly slow along the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleas flying past your lips is all it takes for him to lose control. Hands gripping your waist tighter than before, which you were sure would leave imprints on your skin in the morning. Lips attaching to your clit, tongue flicking rapidly, only pausing to occasionally bite or suck on the sensitive flesh. You called out his name loudly, feeling the burn in the back of your throat from the sheer volume as it echoed through the room.

“Shhh, I know princess, do it. Cum, can you do that for me?” And that was the only incentive you needed.

Back arching off the desk, hips spasming against his lips, white flashing across your vision. Waka pulls away, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. Coming down from your high, breaths staggered and thighs still trembling, you find it odd he hasn’t moved from his spot between your legs. You looked down at him questioning his motives, hoping to figure out why he hasn’t moved, trailing your gaze to meet his eyes.

A lazy smirk graces his normally stone cold expression. “Oh… sweet baby.” He cooed. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

He easily flips you over, giving him a perfect view of your pretty little ass. Wakasa grabs the back of your neck and roughly shoves your face into the desk. You mewl and manage to teasingly shake your ass at him, grazing his hard, dripping cock. His tip was an angry red and coated in a translucent sheen that reflected slightly from the light of the lamp in the corner. 

“'m gonna absolutely ruin you, princess, right here, on my desk…” As he held you down, one hand held your wrists at the back of your waist together, caging you in between his body and the desk. Taking the plush of your ass in his free hand and gripping hard and pulling the skin apart to reveal your heated core.

“Look at you, absolutely drenched for your boss. Begging to be fucked, hm?” he smirked as he gave your ass a harsh slap. In a quick movement, he removed his tie and leaned over your form to shove it into your mouth, allowing for no sounds to escape.

“We’re gonna play the quiet game now” he said roughly in your ear as he watched an audience start to gather. 

He opened a drawer and pulled out a purple, silicone plug and a remote that matched. He smirked at the thought of you having both holes plugged up so he bent down, spitting on your asshole as he moved the saliva around. A muffled whine escaped you as your eyes grew wide. He circled your puckered hole with his finger before forcing it in. You tried to scream at the intrusion but the sound reverberated against the fabric and sounded like a moan to Wakasa who started to finger your ass slowly as he squeezed a bottle of lube onto the toy. He prodded his finger in deeper, curling it slightly against your tightness.

“Gotta prep you princess. ‘M not so mean as to do without.” He said through struggling breaths as you tightened around him before loosening up a little more.

He leaned between your legs, running his tongue from your clit to your ass, slipping it down into your newly prepared hole. He took the small plug and slid it around, lubing the area making you clench from the chill of the liquid. He grabbed one cheek and pulled as he inserted the toy in. An incoherent noise fell from your mouth as he plugged you, his free hand snaking down to play with your clit. 

“I can feel you dripping, you like that don’t you? Needy slut.” He scoffed as he lined himself up with your cunt, ready to stuff you full.

He didn’t even care that the blinds were cracked and everyone could see him bend you over his cherry wood desk, he grazed his hardened cock between your wet folds and groaned, seeing your dripping cunt glaze his cock in your sweet translucent juices.

“I guess everyone gets to see the show, princess. Be good for me and take it.” He thrusted into you, hard, quickly bottoming out and splitting you open just for him. Pens and documents flew and scattered all over the carpeted floors. You would’ve screamed if not for the fabric in your parted lips swallowing the sounds of your cries.

He grunts as his cock moves in and out of you, “I fuckin’ knew you would feel good.”

A muffled sound comes from below him as you struggle with his makeshift gag. The man above you, your boss, smirks wickedly and lowers himself so his lips are ghosting the shell of your ear.

“I wish I could hear those pretty moans. Poor baby, bet you wanna make so many slutty noises for me but you can’t.” 

He’s mocking you, but you couldn’t care less- because as he’s saying these things his length is slowly dragging in and out of you at a painful pace. You whine around the tie that's shoved in your throat and that elicits another chuckle out of Wakasa. He clicks on the plug in your ass with the remote in his hand, setting it at a low setting- it starts to vibrate. It's filthy the way your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll back from the new errotic feeling. 

“God, listen to you, whining for me. So desperate for my cock. Such a needy lil slut, aren’t you, princess? How pathetic” he solidifies his mean words by picking up his pace, slamming his hips harshly into your bouncing ass.

Coworkers, interns, even the janitor, all slowly walk past the office window, getting small peaks of the scene that’s unfolding inside between Wakasa and you. He knows they’re looking with a devilish grin slowly rippling across his face, he pulls you up by the wrists, your back now flush against his chest. He’s careful not to move you in a way that throws off his rhythm, continuing his thrusts you can feel your breasts bounce, putting on a sight to be seen for everyone who graced this office floor. Your cheeks get hot at the embarrassment of having everyone watch you get fucked by your boss but it felt too good to stop. 

You were swimming in the throes of ecstasy as you leaked around him, his balls smacking against the inside of your thigh, heavy with cum. You felt so full- every hole plugged as he buried his thick cock deep into you, over and over. He thrusted into you, fast and sloppy, his tip bullying your walls, hitting the tip of your cervix as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten. He placed hungry, torrid kisses along your shoulders as he bit the skin on your neck, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you against him. You felt him twitch inside you, he was just as close to his high as you were. He removed the tie from your mouth, tossing it somewhere behind him, and begged to hear those beautiful moans again. He clicked off the vibrating plug that was still deep in your ass and kissed the shell of your ear.

“C-cum with me, Wakasa… Please.” You mumbled between moans. 

He throbbed at your request, wanting to comply as he bites back a deep groan. His thrusts were sloppy, losing traction as he feels himself slowly coming undone inside you. The way your walls hug around him, wrapping him like a molten velvet- the feeling was intoxicating. His focus moved to the sounds that emitted from you, wet lashes clamped shut as your head leaned back against him. You were trembling, close to euphoria, desperately speaking his name like a silent prayer. And he let himself go- like a strong wave crashing against the shoreline. You felt the warm liquid wash into you, overflowing. At the same time, you released against him, your orgasm ripping through you as you moaned. Your thighs quivered and your walls clenched as you fell forward only catching yourself on your hands against his desk. He slowly pulled out and you winced at the empty feeling after being so full for so long. He watched small beads of pearlescent white roll down your legs. 

He stepped back, picking up his clothing from the ground as he started to dress. He watched you struggle to balance and walk to find your scattered clothes. 

“Good job princess, first thing you did right today.” - you shot him a sympathetic look - “Don’t look at me like that, this was your fault for not being on time.” He offered you a smile as he unwrapped another lollipop, plopping it in his mouth. 

You sighed, deciding not to fight it. You felt slightly uncomfortable as you shifted your weight, wiggling your hips. Your eyes went wide and then lowered as you spoke “You forgot about the- ya know..”

He laughed at your embarrassment. “No princess, that stays. Seeing as your office is right across from mine” - he pointed to a half-opened door across the hall- “If I see you dozing off well then, you should understand the punishment.” He smirked as he pulsated the plug making you squeal. 

“Now get to work, there's a lot to be done.” He flicked his wrist at you to leave as you finished buttoning your top.

Maybe if this was the punishment, you’d be late again tomorrow…

tagging: @shinigamiplayroom @kazububs @islascafe @momoewn @blueparadis @beware-of-the-rogue @httphaitani || @downtown-roponggi @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @planetonet

[kneelesssharks]

Hell Bent for Leather

Content: Eddie Munson x fem!punk!reader

Warnings: language, again mostly fluff like part one

part one

A/N: dude i can’t believe how well ramble on was taken. a big thanks to @eddiesbattattoos for the motivation to actually keep working on getting a part two out. i hope you like this one too. i definitely think there’ll be a part three, i’m building up the romance and everything else slowly because i tend to rush things in my writing.

God why do you have to be excited to go to school? Usually going to school was a chore. Something to do? Sure. An excuse to get out of the house and maybe see the hottest man in Hawkins? Probably. But now? Now that hot man was waiting for you outside of his van, saving the parking spot next to it especially for you. Now you had someone to talk to at school and who wanted you there.

Spending time with Eddie had probably been the most exciting part of your high school career to date. Everyday you put in a little more effort than you had before you got knocked over in the hall. You finally had someone you wanted to impress. Someone who didn’t think you were scary but someone who thought you were a badass, and hot. This was exciting.

Yet another day pulling into the Hawkins High parking lot was yet another day of seeing Eddie’s van, with him, Jeff, and Gareth all stood next to it. When Eddie spotted your car pulling closer to him he stood a little straighter and his face brightened just enough you could tell. Gareth and Jeff looked behind them to check what Eddie was looking at when they spotted you coming down the aisle.

They had seen you and Eddie too much at the lunch table that they said bye to Eddie before you pulled into the spot.

“Hey,” Eddie leaned on your roof leaning toward your open window.

“Hey hot stuff,” you smiled leaning closer to him. The smile on his face grows into the one that scrunches his eyes and shows off his dimples.

He moves to open your car door, you lean over to grab your stuff from the passenger seat before taking his dramatically outstretched hand. You can’t help but let out a giggle as he drags you out of your seat and into his arms.

“I don’t know what I did to get the best girl in Hawkins to pay attention to me,” he breathes pushing your car door closed using both of your bodies.

“I think having two of your freshman followers knock me down in the hall helped,” you joked, playing with a loosening patch on his vest. “Past that you have a halfway decent personality.”

He gasps pulling back an inch or two while playfully pinching your sides. “I’m offended.”

“Oh come on,” you roll your eyes and grip his jacket pulling him closer again. “You know that you being hot also helps.”

He laughs, letting go of your waist to wrap an arm around your shoulders to drag you toward the school. “So what are you doing after school today? Y’know it is a Friday and everything.”

“I need to paint my nails again,” you sigh looking at your nails which only one or two had any small specks of the cheap black polish you insisted on using since there weren’t very many places that would want to do a black manicure in Hawkins, or at least not for you. “I was planning on stopping at Family Video after school and picking up a movie to watch while, why?”

“Well,” Eddie stops and steps in front of you, a hand on each of your biceps, “I wanted to invite you to come see my band play a show.”

You had heard a little bit about Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, before you and him got involved, but he had spent most of his time in the last couple weeks you had spent together getting to know you or talking about the campaign he made for the Hellfire Club (or telling you the epic tale of what happened the last time they played). So now this feels like a big deal. You mean, he hadn’t spoke to you much about the group, and you didn’t know where they played so it wasn’t like you could really search out the information for yourself without raising a question or two.

Realizing, once again, you’d probably been silent for too long for Eddie’s nerves to handle, you smile the biggest smile you can muster. “Are you joking? I’d be honored to go to one of your shows.”

Eddie let’s put a sigh of relief as he grabs your hand and resumes your walk into the school, “Oh thank god. I know silence doesn’t mean rejection from you, but damn that was just as scary as asking you out.”

You just laughed and bumped his shoulder with yours. “Hey so this means I get an autograph right? I mean I haven’t even seen you perform and I’m already your number one fan.”

“Baby,” he kisses the side of your head, “you can have an all access backstage pass. You’re my girl, can’t have anyone mistaking you for any less.”

There go the stupid butterflies again, you weren’t sure they would ever go away when Eddie called you his girl. You hadn’t actually had the whole ‘what are we’ conversation yet, but you weren’t sure you needed too. What else does holding your hand in the hall, waiting for your car to park next to his, always sitting you next to him at lunch, waiting for you outside of your classes and everything else he does for you say? Does it say that he’s so ready to go and mess around with any girl who pays attention to him? You didn’t think so. And you hoped no one else did either.

Classes couldn’t go by any slower than they could on a Friday with the excitement you had for what would happen that night. You hadn’t even made it to lunch and you were already so ready for the weekend, but more importantly, the show. You were trying to pick out the perfect outfit in your head, thinking what jewelry you’d wear, how you’d do your hair, should you redo your makeup? or just maybe touch it up and add a little something extra?

The thoughts in your head almost made you miss the bell ringing releasing you to go to the cafeteria. You were blindly walking out as you were trying to finish doing the zip on your bag when you nearly jumped out of your skin when someone grabbed your waist and pulled you.

Your eyes darted up to the much too amused face of one Eddie Munson. You smacked his chest as you fixed your backpack on your shoulder, “You scared the shit out of me.”

He just laughed and pulled you to your locker which was just a little ways down the hall. He had taken notice of your combo after you’d opened it a couple times around him so now he decided it was one more door you didn’t have to open for yourself.

You rolled your eyes as he presented you with your open locker and set your books inside before grabbing the book for your class after lunch.

“You’re really annoying you know,” your hand replaced Eddie’s on your locker door as you shut it. “Everyday I really do question why i keep you around.”

“Aw come on,” he smiles wrapping an arm around you again and placing his head against yours. “Do you even realize how boring your life would be without me? I think you take me for granted,” he argued as he squeezed your side.

To be honest you had thought back on how boring your life really was before Eddie. You were content with it sure. You enjoyed your own company plenty, spent time in the book store and the record shop, enjoyed going and renting movies, often times having some fun small talk with Robin and enjoying her and Steve’s banter while you strolled the mostly empty store.

But fun? That involved someone else? That was kind of rare for you in Hawkins. You have friends in the city that you go to concerts and stuff with when you go visit your family out there but in Hawkins? It was definitely a little boring and lonely. Then this idiot comes strolling in with his pretty hair and his sweet eyes, a shit eating grin on his face and metal music blasting from his van that most definitely smelled like weed.

“You think a lot,” he says lightly knocking on your head with his knuckles.

Your nose scrunches up and you grab at his sleeve. “I got a lot to think about what can I say?”

He just shrugs. “I think it’s cute,” he smiles at you and continues to the Hellfire table.

When you and Eddie sit down conversation immediately starts and you move to grab the nail polish you needed out of your backpack. Painting your nails at Eddie’s gig seems rude, right? So what better time than now?

“You bring nail polish to school,” Eddie asks as you pull the brush out of the top and go to swipe it on your finger.

“…Yeah, it’s something to do if i’m bored. And since I’m going to your show instead of staying home to do it tonight I figured ‘no time like the present’,” you reasoned.

“Paint mine,” Eddie asks. “Y’know, when you’re done with yours.”

You nod your head, “Yeah okay, give me a few and then you’ll need to stay still.”

He smiles and reaches down to squeeze your thigh.

So that’s how you ended up with one leg tucked against your torso and the other across Eddie’s lap and you held his ring clad hand in expert care, doing your best to neatly paint the black polish on his fingernails while he shook every once in a while when someone made him laugh. You gripped his hand a little tighter when he unconsciously moved. He kept sending you a sheepish smile every time it happened.

Once you were finished you set Eddie’s hand down on the table as flat as you could without chipping your own freshly painted nails.

He noticed how his hand was no longer in yours and felt you adjusting next to him. He lifted his hand to examine the polish on his hands.

“Babe,” he leans into you and whispers, “I think that we’re going to have to make a habit out of this.” He leans back and shows off his nails to the rest of the Hellfires. “What’d’ya think guys? I think they look badass.”

Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement with Eddie. Dustin turns to look at you, “Do you have green or yellow? I think I’d look pretty cool with some too.”

You pouted at the kid, “I don’t have any with me Dusty, but I can bring some on Monday and I’ll do them for you then if you want.”

He lights up and nods his head in conformation. “Yeah, awesome,” his sweet smile is too contagious for you not to return with equal fervor.

The time has come. The last bell of the day just went off and it’s officially the weekend. And you officially have less than five hours before you’re going to be in some dive bar outside of town watching Eddie, your Eddie, play music up on a stage. Is this how Sharon Osbourne feels before one of Ozzy’s shows? Is it normal to be so nervous? And what were you nervous about really? Eddie loves the way you dress, you’re sure if they’re playing somewhere then you can’t be too out of place there as well. But god does this mean that you’re official? Like obviously you like Eddie, like, really really like Eddie, but does that mean that you want everyone to know you’re his girl? Do you want him to point you out, hold his hand out to you, drag you up on stage only to later drag you to the green room? Do you want everyone to think they know what’s happening back there? Do you want that to happen? So what if you do? You’re an adult and so is he. It’s perfectly normal for that thing to happen, he’s been nothing but sweet and caring about you. He’s clearly physically affectionate but he’s never pushed your boundaries.

Hell, you hadn’t even kissed him yet. After your first date he kissed you on your forehead before waving goodbye as you closed your front door. A few kisses on the cheek and so many kisses to your temple or your forehead but you guessed he wanted you to make the move for the lips? God knows you don’t want to push his boundaries, so then wait? Is tonight the night to do that? He’s opened so much of his life, his friends, his hobbies, the music he loves and his favorite movies, so besides meeting his uncle this is the next thing on becoming a full part of his world. So tonight then? You’ll make the move. See if you can catch the energy from him that he wants this too and then it’ll happen. Your first kiss with Eddie Munson.

Oh god why are you shaking?

“Y/n,” Eddie calls snapping in front of your face. “You’ve been staring into your locker blankly for like, a concerning amount of time.”

You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes at yourself. “Sorry Eds, school has just wiped me a little bit and I’m trying to snap out of it right now.”

He places the back of his hand on your forehead. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need to take a rain check for tonight? I’m not mad if you’re sick.”

You softly smile at his concerned face, grabbing his hand from your forehead and holding it in both of yours, playing with his rings. “I’m feeling fine Eds, really. Just a little stuck in my head right now. But I wouldn’t miss coming to see you perform for the world.”

He gets his sweet goofy grin on his face as he slowly shuts your locker. Using your hold on his hand to his advantage he starts walking you out to the parking lot.

Once you’ve made to your respective vehicles he spins around and holds you close to him. “So I’ll pick you up at 7:00 ish,” he questions tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Sounds good,” you smile. He leans in and places a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll see you then hot stuff,” he gives you the cheesiest smirk ever and walks around to the drivers side of his van.

You clamber into your car and try to get to your house the fastest you can without hitting someone or something.

Officially you’ve tried on every piece of clothing you own. It’s not even six yet but you want to be ready when Eddie comes to pick you up, you don’t want to make him late to his own show.

None of your many band tee shirts seem to fit the bill for tonight. It almost feels wrong to wear some other band to another bands gig, right? Like you wouldn’t wear an Aerosmith shirt to a Motörhead show. So you don’t want to do that here either.

But plain black without a graphic feels off too. You tried jewelry but everything feels wrong. If only you had a Corroded Coffin shirt.

Your eyes widened and you got a smile on your face probably a mile wide. You grabbed some old black shirt that had some paint stains already from when you’d occasionally dip into your artistic side. This should be perfect.

You didn’t actually know what their logo looked like, but you supposed there wasn’t really anything wrong with going with a font similar to a lot of other metal bands logos. You’re making your shirt after all and you doubt anyone there will be able to say the same.

Damn, you’re good. The shirt looks epic. You’d cut a few rips into it, splattered some red and white paint and once it dried you added some safety pins to really finish it off.

You’d already decide tonight was a fishnets and skirt kind of night. Your favorite skirt to be precise, one you felt would give you the confidence to finally kiss Eddie fucking Munson.

You’d put your favorite accessories on, making sure you didn’t have too many necklaces that would cover your hard work on your shirt. Your hair had been done perfectly to your liking and your makeup had never looked better in your opinion. This was your night.

As you finished lacing up your boots and checking on your finished outfit in the mirror you heard a car pull up outside. One look outside your window had nerves tingling all over your body. Eddie was here and it’s officially time for you to go watch the man of your dreams play guitar at some bar you’d never been too.

Grabbing your bag and shutting your bedroom door you ran downstairs and out the front door yelling a quick goodbye to your parents.

Eddie had gotten out of his van and was making his way up your front walk when you met him.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. His eyes ran from the bottom of your boots to your shirt where his eyes were now glued.

“Do you like it,” you excitedly asked. His silence almost made you nervous with how long he’d been staring.

“Like it? Shit baby, I don’t know how I’m going to play a whole show with you in the crowd looking like this. Did you really make a shirt for this?”

Your smile grew on your face as you took his hands from his sides. “Of course I did. I wasn’t shooting shit when I said that I was already your number one fan.”

“I-I,” he stammered finally looking into your eyes. “I don’t even know what to say. No one’s ever done something like this for me.”

“Well, while you deserve it, I’m glad no one has. Means that I’m your favorite.”

“Oh there was no question of that girly,” he smiles, pulling you closer by your hands in his. He pulls you into the warmest hug you two have ever shared. It’s full of everything neither of you can say yet. Offers the warmth of what’s to come.

“Now you ready y/l/n for the best, most absolutely epic musical experience you’ve ever been privileged enough to attend.”

You laugh as he leads you over to the van, opening the passenger door for you. “I’m so ready.”

“Good,” he’s so close you honestly can’t tell if your breathing. One stumble and his lips could be on yours. Your eyes glance down and when you look back you see his do the same.

When his eyes return to yours he smiles and steps back to close the door before heading to the other side to finally take you to the bar he and his band mates play at.

Where are all the people? You expected the bar to at least have almost all tables filled and quite a few people sitting at the bar, but when you finally look around when Eddie has to head to the back to get everything ready, you see how empty it is.

There are a couple pool tables sitting over in the far end of the room, with one older man playing by himself. One table is taken by a couple who you could guess just needed somewhere to stop and get a bite to eat before they continued on to wherever they were headed. And there are maybe four or five biker looking guys scattered along the bar all sipping on what you can only assume is beer or whiskey. The bartender seems pretty good at keeping the guys glasses full and offering conversation when one of them says anything beyond watching the tv that was stationed behind the bar playing some sort of sports game, probably a replay.

“Can I help you sweetheart,” the woman with the guff voice who was running the bar asks you, finally bringing your mind out of your thoughts.

“Uh, I’m here to watch Corroded Coffin play,” you state walking over to take a spot along the bar, situated in a seat a couple seats from either of the older men on tour sides.

The bartender chuckles, “Yeah I coulda guessed that,” she motions to your shirt. You facepalm with a small chuckle before looking back up. “That and I saw you come in with Munson. He doesn’t normally bring guests so you must be pretty special.” You smile to yourself. “So what can I get for you?”

“Uhh, I can’t drink.”

“You’re cute, want me to make you something you can drink?” You nodded your head at the nice lady.

She pulled out a bottle with bright red liquid in it and grabbed a glass from under the counter. When she’d put enough of the red in she grabbed the soda hose and put what you could only guess to be Sprite in it. when the glass was nearly full she’d popped some ice in it and grabbed a jar of maraschino cherries before putting a couple in.

“If you’ve never had one before, this is called a Shirley Temple. No alcohol,” she smiled before sliding the glass over to you.

“Thank you ma’am.”

“Please, call me Janie, it’s what everyone around here calls me.” You smile at her and nod your head in confirmation before taking a sip fro the bright red drink.

When you hear the band start to make their way out onto the stage you grab your glass and set a ten on the counter. You make your way to a table front and center in front of the stage. Excited to have a front row seat to Eddie. And the rest of the guys you guess.

THERE WILL BE A PART THREE

[boytickler35]

Foot Friends Part 3

Art by KingofFeathers

Ryan can’t say he is totally surprised when Bryce storms up to him on the way out of school. The ‘king’ of the school is wearing his baseball uniform and Ryan does take a moment to appreciate how hot he looks before the angry teen is upon him.

“What the fuck have you been doing to my boys.”

It’s not so much a question as a hostile demand and Ryan can’t help but notice the possessive way Bryce refers to them as ‘his’. It works though, because he is already cooking a plan and is thrilled by its evil nature.

 “I tickled them.”

Bryce glares and replies, “Then stop it.”

“Ummm, no. Do you know the rush of having three different sets of hot jock feet to tickle to insanity.”

Bryce grits his teeth and replies, “No. And I don’t want to. Stay away from them.”

There is a lingering threat, vague, but implied. Mr. Walker controls the county, he backs almost every single successful politician and supports most of the local institutions in some way or another. Bryce is someone who has grown up thinking his dad, and therefore himself, are totally sheltered from everything. Unfortunately for him, Ryan has already made his choice for college and is getting out of this terrible place far from the reach of someone like Bryce.

“No, unless-”

Bryce raises an eyebrow at the unless and prompts, “Unless-”

“Unless maybe you get in my stocks for a round?”

Bryce looks offended by the thought, as if the notion is an affront to him so Ryan figures he needs a bit of… encouragement.

“Oh, you’re scared. I get it, based on the other three, I doubt those feet of yours have a chance. Might as well give up the king’s court but save the royal feet some humiliation.”

Bryce gives him an irritated look and then says, “I’d be careful if I were you.”

The other boy moves in closer to his personal space, squaring his shoulders and trying to intimidate him but Ryan is just amused. He’s never seen Bryce in a fist fight, Monty and Justin? Sure. In fact, they do it on Bryce’s behalf. So Ryan isn’t the least bit intimidated and reaches out to squeeze Bryce’s sides, almost immediately getting the larger boy to fall into giggles.

“Oh yea, you should give up now and just let me have my way with your friends. You’d never last.” He slips past Bryce and says, “All well big boy, the offer still stands. If you ever want me to stop tickling your friends and their cute feet, you have to give me a shot at yours.”

And that’s it, Ryan walks away and he fully expects to hear no more from Bryce.

A week later, Ryan leads the cocky jock, all dressed up in his baseball boy uniform, to the basement. Bryce is nothing like the other three, while Zach and Justin were nervous and Monty was serious, Bryce just seems pissed and he’s sure there is a reason but also doesn’t really care because he gets to play with the King of Liberty’s feet and tickle him into submission. 

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When they get to the bottom of the stairs, Bryce runs into the first of Ryan’s traps, things he’s done specifically to fuck with the other boy that he didn’t do to the previous three jocks. In this case, his display case, polished and proud. His eyes travel over it like he knows Bryce’s are doing at the same moment. A pair of baby blue sneakers with an electric toothbrush, black high tops with a brush, and finally a pair of red slides, well worn with a very faint outline of feet in the soles. Each of them are labeled; Justin, Zach, and Monty. His trophies, proof of his conquest. But that isn’t new, what he has added for today is the empty part, a fourth spot carved out already labeled Bryce and he knows Bryce is looking at it. Standing up on his top toes, he purrs in the jock’s ear, “Your cleats are going to look ravishing as part of my collection.”

“You’re a pervert,” Bryce sneers.

Ryan smirks as he replies, “You’re excited for it.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Always in such a hurry,” Ryan tuts but he leads Bryce to the stocks and lets the jock get in. He can’t help but saying as the teen settles down, “Giving your feet over to a fag for tickling, how the mighty have fallen.”

“When I finish your stupid challenge, I’m taking your collection back and you’re going to leave my boys alone.”

Ryan hums but says nothing more as he plucks off the cleats and pauses for a moment, and then strips the socks off too, deciding to get right into the bare feet. Taking a moment to pinch both of the big toes he asks, “Ready to get fucking wrecked?”

Bryce snarls slightly but it lacks bite and Ryan wonders what’s going on behind the handsome face. He expected Bryce to be more of a dick but he seems more nervous than anything. Not that Ryan minds. He traces his fingers along the soles and they are incredibly soft and plush under his fingers, the right mix of muscle and meat. Bryce tugs them back  almost immediately and he gives the boy a lewd smirk as the other boy puts them back in the cut outs. Ryan takes this opportunity to lock them in place and leave Bryce totally helpless, but before he gets into the tickling proper, he decides to pull out another trick he has set up. Moving away from the locked jock, he pulls a sheet off of something facing Bryce and reveals a large mirror.

“You’re sick,” Bryce says, but his voice wavers a bit and Ryan smirks.

“Not happy? I thought someone as vain as you would love this.”

Bryce squirms and curls his toes and Ryan notices the way he watches them in the reflection and can’t help but wonder if somehow Bryce has already lost the mental game. A bit disappointing since breaking Bryce was going to be the highlight and he’s not likely to ever get the story from the other teen, but all well, he still has one of the hottest guys in the school here in his stocks.

Returning, he starts gently scratching his fingers across Bryce’s soles. Lightly, not really tickling hard yet, but apparently, the feet he’s tickling are so soft, he doesn’t need to go hard. It’s a total one eighty from Monty’s feet which barely reacted to this at all because Bryce is already giggling, laughing almost, at almost nothing. The feet quiver in the most beautiful way, shaking and squirming- Ryan might be in love.

“You’re going to hold out? You’ll be begging me to stop in less than ten minutes,” he predicts, partly because he thinks he might be right and partly because it will infuriate the athlete. He doesn’t really pay Bryce any mind as he continues to explore the feet in front of him. It’s kind of funny, when it was the other three, he took a lot of pleasure in making them part of their tickly experience, but with Bryce, it almost feels right to mostly ignore him.

Ryan manages to get hold of one of one of the big toes and tickle just the pad. The result is beyond his dreams with the foot tensing up, he can feel the muscles straining to escape the tickling while behind him, he can hear Bryce’s deep belly laughs. He goes down the line, tickling each toe individually and discovers that the little toes are somehow even more sensitive than anything else, a silly little detail, but one he enjoys knowing.

Bryce demands to know how much time is left but Ryan tells him to figure it out. He’s personally not keeping track of it too closely at the moment, it would ruin the thrill to be counting seconds and he has Bryce on the ropes anyway, he could step in and break him at any moment and that’s enough for him.

It’s time to be mean though, and possibly end the game now as he slips his finger between two of Bryce’s toes and wiggles it around. He’s rewarded by a squeal, one of the least manly things he has ever heard. That’s good info to hold on to for later and he moves instead to the broad, silky soles. Bryce isn’t tall, not compared to some of the six foot plus goliaths in the school, and his feet aren’t that large, only a size nine, but they’re wider than any of the other boys so they still feel spacious.

He begins with his normal tactic of traces the lines and wrinkles in the soles, enjoying the laughter spilling from the boy. When he decides he’s done enough of that, he changes to flicking along the sole in very light, quick strokes and finds this absolutely devastating to the boy who can’t contain any part of the laughter. He continues to ignore the increasingly frantic calls to know what time it is.

At one point, he shifts to the sides and tops, not surprised to find them just as soft as the bottoms and also not really surprised to find that they are also ticklish, which he does of course comment to Bryce about. He tunes out the other boy’s reply, filled with laughter as it is, in favor of more tickling.

Sensing it’s time to wrap things up, Ryan decides to give Bryce a moment to relax before the finale. He reaches into his tool box as the stocked boy gasps for breath. He still has almost ten minutes and he has no plans of letting Bryce go early… but he does plan to secure his victory now as he produces a vivid purple feather.

He holds it up for Bryce to see and comments, “Not quite the shade of royalty, but I think it’ll do the job.” 

He watches the toes curl and smirks. “You could beg now.”

“Fuck off.” 

Ryan shrugs, works for him.

He brings the tip of the feather down with agonizing slowness, he can pretty much see the king of the school squirming out of his skin but Bryce’s eyes remain locked on the mirror, watching the feather descend on his feet. He likes knowing that the mirror works. The tip makes contact with the center of one of his soles and Ryan starts slowly tracing it around, not really using a particular strategy at the moment. He kind of wants to see the reaction he gets and he isn’t surprised when he does. Bryce doesn’t seem to react as much to hard tickling so the tip seems to blend tickling and maybe a bit of pain together, earning some giggles but also some grimaces.

That’s not the vibe he’s going for so he flips the feather over and uses the fluffy end and that has the desired effect, Bryce is left in stitches almost immediately.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is feather ticklish. You’re my first.”

Bryce sputters but mostly laughs as intended and Ryan enjoys the feeling of the powerful feet squirming under him, helpless to stop the tickling. That said, he chose his words carefully to make it sound as dirty as possible by calling Bryce his first. It would be shameful to miss a golden opportunity to really mess with him. 

Still, it’s time to bring this will he won’t he game to an end and Ryan brings the fluffy part of the feather up to Bryce’s toes and without any pomp or circumstance, begins weaving it between the toes in an unpredictable, snaky pattern. He loves the unrestrained, almost manic laughter he creates and several times, he almost thinks he hears Bryce starting to beg him to stop but at those moments, he simply picks up the pace a bit to prevent that.

Sure, he could let Bryce end their little game, but there is something satisfying about controlling the jock so completely that he doesn’t even allow Bryce to end his own tickly torment. He does glance at the clock though and since they are down to five minutes he slows down just enough for Bryce to say the magic words,

“PlEHehAsEStAHOp!”

Ryan does, pausing the timer for the moment as he smirks at Bryce who is red faced, sweaty, and now totally dominated. He lets the boy suck in several ragged breaths before commenting, “Guess you weren’t tough enough to stand up to this either.”

Actually, he was far from it. Monty was definitely the toughest to tickle and Justin and Zach didn’t especially try to resist, it wasn’t part of the show they were all putting on so they had no incentive. Bryce did, and he still didn’t stand any chance.

The boy only glares at him, half heartedly, before shifting his gaze to look at his own well tickled feet in the mirror. Ryan lets him for a moment, enjoying the little toe show he puts on. Then, he grabs the feather and moves back in, to Bryce’s frantic protests.

“Wait! This is supposed to be over!”

“Well you lose, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you out. I still have five minutes on my timer and I plan to make the most of it.”

There is a look of shocked horror on the boy's face that Ryan likes to imagine represents the teen’s realization that he wasn’t even close to winning but he doesn’t bother to ask as he instead digs back in with the feather. 

He goes for about three minutes and then pulls out the smallest, most delicate of his brushes, a paintbrush for very detailed work with brushes that are softer than anything Ryan has ever felt before.

He works Bryce’s sweet spot again, right between his vulnerable toes, making sure to hit every bit just before the timer rings.

For several minutes after he opens the stocks, Bryce stays put, panting. It’s almost comical how dramatic it is but Ryan gets the feeling Bryce is trying to play a stalling game, not that Ryan intends to let him get away with it. As the teen reaches down to grab his cleats, Ryan casually reminds him of his deal.

“I believe those are mine now, but if you would be a dear and put them in my case for me, I would appreciate it.”

The scarlet color returns to Bryce’s face at the comment and Ryan is pretty sure he assumed right, that Bryce would try to get out of tickle tax.

“I-”

“Owe me a shiny pair of cleats, and you might as well put the feather in with it, gotta have the tool that broke the king.”

There is a bit of grumbling but Bryce does so and sets his cleats in while Ryan passes him a pair of slides to put on, commenting, “Can’t let these tootsies get roughed up on the pavement. Tata now, off with you.”

Part of him regrets doing this, he would love to bask in the humiliated jock’s awkwardness but dismissing him seems poetic, it’s how Bryce treats a lot of people, using them and then dumping them until they are useful to him again, so the slight seems appropriate.

Once the jock is gone, Ryan takes a moment to appreciate his trophy case, now with four sets of shoes and four tools. He isn’t planning on forgetting this anytime soon.

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Safe in his car, Bryce takes a moment to slide his feet out of the new, unwanted footwear and look at them. They’re extra pink, he can still feel the faint tingle of the feather on them…

Something has to be wrong with him because there is no reason he should have enjoyed that. He’s straight, and he’s not into feet or tickling or anything like that and his feet are off limits even to his girlfriends but somehow, that was maybe the most intense thing he’s experienced short of sex. He runs a hand over them and quivers, thinking about how they looked helpless in the mirror- and how he thought it was hot. Damn- this was not supposed to happen-

Except it kind of was. A week ago, he had the conversation with Ryan. After he returned from it, he demanded that Justin come over and interrogated him about why the hell he would go get tickled. When Justin held out on him, he saw the tanned feet and something clicked. It didn’t take much effort to get Justin’s feet in his lap and even less to start tickling him and there was something enchanting about the squirming toes and Justin’s helpless laughter. But even as he had dominated his best friend, he had been thinking of his own feet, perfectly pampered- Calling Ryan back up had been the most heart racing experience he could remember and agreeing to a thirty minute bet was pretense enough to get his feet into Ryan’s hands.

Shaking his head he slides his feet back into the shoes and turns the car on. He’s going home, taking a shower, calling Justin and making him come over and then he’s going to tickle Justin till the kid dies and maybe if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll let Justin tickle his feet a little.

Trophies. There isn’t much point in collecting them from Justy- he’s bought Justin half the shoes he owns and the rest are ratty things from a thrift store that he doesn’t want anywhere near his house. But he isn’t about to let Ryan one up him. And… there was a level of hotness to it all. Owning a tickle toy’s shoes- he hates that his own looked kind of hot in the display and that Justin’s and the others’ looked very hot.

As he starts his drive, he’s struck by the idea that Justin’s feet would look pretty cute in a pair of slippers, moccasins like his… and he could peel the off the younger boy's feet whenever. He needs to get home so he can start putting things into motion.

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Accretion, chapter 2

The end of day bell rang, but Cyrus stayed seated. He pulled out a book to pretend to read. He was far too anxious to actually focus on it.

His mother had wanted to pick him up that day. That probably meant he was in trouble. But for what? His grades had been impeccable lately, and his violin classes had been fine. He couldn’t recall any social behaviour that could have gotten back to her, either. He’d gotten staying out of trouble down to a science. He knew which kids were willing to let him sit near them at recess without bothering him, and that he could get away with keeping to himself two days a week, both for his own preferences and because there were hazards to social behaviour. Bullying and exclusion would get back to his mother as surely as staying alone by choice. He even knew to alternate days so not make his little schedule obvious.

Some time later his mother showed up and took him outside, where a staraptor was waiting for them. Thankfully, she didn’t seem angry. A bit sad, but not angry.

“Where are we going?” Cyrus asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied.

The trip by staraptor took around forty minutes and stopped in front of a large stone building in Hearthome.

“This is Hearthome Boarding School,” Cyrus’ mother explained, stroking its stone wall. “I went here. So do most people in my family, once they’re old enough. Hopefully, you will, too. Let me show you around.”

It was a long tour, with plenty of happy stories from Cyrus’ mother about the times she’d had there. It seemed like she was struggling to keep herself together, and Cyrus did his best to comfort her so she wouldn’t drink that night. It seemed like a nice place. Everything about it was so polished and big compared to his elementary school. Teenagers in uniforms were participating in various after-school clubs. Others hung around the halls or in the well-stocked library with little to no supervision. Some were alone, or only in the company of Pokémon. They all seemed so calm and civilized.

When the two finally left the building, Cyrus mother broke down in tears.

“Don’t fuck up like I did, Cyrus. I gave up my family’s support so I could marry some soldier boy, and what did it get me? A sham of a marriage, two girls that barely contact me anymore, an affair partner that ditched me the second you were conceived, and, well, you.” She gave him a disdainful look. “Your personality won’t make you any friends no matter where you go, but if you get into this school, it’ll look like you’re useful and that I’m raising you right, and my family will accept us again. They’ll have a place for us in the business empire, and our lives will finally make sense again.”

Cyrus nodded in response and kept a neutral face. Nothing could appeal to him less than the controlling approval of people he barely knew, but Hearthome Boarding School did seem like a good place for him.

“The school is grades eight to twelve, so you can start next year,” Cyrus’ mother continued. “The entrance exam is in a month. Unfortunately, we won’t have my family’s connections, so you’ll need a ninety to get in. From there, we’ll get you on an academic path to become whatever the family decides they need you to be.”

Cyrus nodded again. That sounded doable.

Unfortunately, there was too much studying and practice to be done that night for Cyrus to visit his rotom. The next day, though, Cyrus snuck off to the abandoned garage right after school and stuck his pokétch into the motor attachment he’d made. Seeing this, and his friend’s obvious excitement, Rotom rushed into the device.

Well, don’t you seem happy today, bzzt! Came the text on the pokétch.

Cyrus took the device and sat on the floor with it. “Yeah! Yesterday, Mom showed me this boarding school in Hearthome. It’s nice. It has tons of cool specialty classes, I wouldn’t have to see my parents except for on weekends, and there’s little supervision there. And we’re allowed to bring a Pokémon, so we could go there together.”

Bzzt, that’s great for you! Rotom’s smile flipped into a frown. But how many people are there, bzzt? Will they want to turn me into an experiment?

“Well... a lot, but they wouldn’t do that, I don’t think. And I wouldn’t let anyone take you.” Cyrus paused, waiting for Rotom to respond. It didn’t. “You’ll have a few months to decide. You don’t have to come. We’ll still be friends, even if I can’t see you as often anymore. And my mom said that if I get in, I’ll get to go on a Pokémon journey. Just you and me, three weeks, seeing the sights of Sinnoh together.”

Now we’re talking! Bzzt! I wanna see super contests, and the Snowpoint Temple, and meet all the ghosts in the Eterna forest!

Cyrus chuckled. “It’ll be a wonderful time.” He unzipped his backpack. “Perhaps you could come to school with me tomorrow and practice being around people? I know that people are largely unpleasant and unpredictable, but always hiding here must be getting old for you.”

Bzzt. Maybe in another day. I have plans with the other ghosts in the forest tonight. Wanna join us?

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From behind Cyrus’ bedroom door, he heard the voices of his parents grow increasingly angry. His father was home from deployment. That meant his parents would fight, and that his mother would be drinking and taking out her hurt on whoever was nearest. He didn’t want to be around when that happened. He gathered his books, along with enough money to buy dinner, and snuck out the window.

When Cyrus got to the abandoned garage, Rotom was absent. That wasn’t surprising- he was probably just with his ghostly little friends in the forest. It wasn’t terribly disappointing, either, since Cyrus had to study, anyway.

A few days passed with rotom being nowhere to be seen. This was a bit worrying. Rotom rarely left for this long, and never without telling Cyrus first. Six days into its disappearance, the worry became overwhelming. Maybe Rotom had left for good, either intentionally or because someone else had come along and done something to it. Cyrus tried to push such thoughts away and concentrate on his studies, but he could barely read through a paragraph without his thoughts drifting back to Rotom’s whereabouts. He tossed the book aside and got up. He needed to look for his friend.

A thorough look around the garage told Cyrus that nothing valuable had been moved or stolen. He counted the special motors and found that they were untouched as well, including the tiny one that he’d put onto his toy robot like a backpack.

That was especially disturbing. Rotom loved that form. It was the only one that allowed them to touch. The last time Rotom had left- years ago now- he had taken the robot with him. Had he been forced to leave somehow?

Or does he just no longer care for that form, or anything else I’ve made for him?

Cyrus gathered up the robot and a few motors in his backback. The last time he’d lost his rotom, he’d thrown the motors away in a fit of emotion, and when he changed his mind and went to search for them, Rotom had been waiting for him. Hopefully, the same would occur this time. He scattered the motors at the edge of the junkyard and hoped for the best.

The next day, Cyrus went to the junkyard, but the motors and robot were untouched. Cyrus checked it every day after that point, as well as looking for Rotom in the wooded areas surrounding the garage. It was a good thing that his dad was home to distract his mom, so he could schedule his own studying around his search. Truthfully, he was not doing a good job of that as the entry exam crept up. Aside from the time he spent searching for Rotom, his mind was too full for him sleep, and he was too tired and distracted to concentrate even when he did crack open a book.

Did someone hurt him? he wondered, Can a ghost die?

Or...did he leave because he wanted to?

The older I get, the more we work on machines and the less we run around together. Did he not like that? Was I selfish? And I’m away to study more than I used to be, as well. Maybe he was bored and wanted to find a younger companion.

Did I really mean so little to him that he would leave without a word?

Did he feel pressured to come to boarding school with me? Was that was the last straw?

He seemed so excited to go on a journey with me...

The entrance exam came and went. Cyrus went through it in numb acceptance that he wouldn’t make the grade. Two days later he got the test results: a 79%. Scared to face his mother, he ended up going back to the abandoned garage. It might not have been a place of joy anymore, but it was privacy and safety. He sat down at the workbench to tinker and be alone with his thoughts.

Cyrus’ friendships were typically short-lived and far between. Most people he preferred to keep away, and while he’d found a few different kids he’d gotten along with over the years, in a few weeks or months they always found someone else, and then Cyrus was forgotten. The only person who’d kept a consistent liking for him was his paternal grandfather. Perhaps it was foolish to expect Rotom to be any different. Now that he’d missed his chance to get into boarding school, nothing was likely to get better for him for years. He wasn’t sure how he’d endure it all alone.

As Cyrus got up to retrieve a tool, he caught eye of an open history textbook he’d been studying from. On it were the dignified portraits and short descriptions of several Galaxy Team members, including his ancestor, Captain Cyllene.

A renowned warrior, Captain Cyllene served in the Hoennian wars as young as fourteen. Under her commanding officer Kamado, she served a vital role in defending their people from invaders. When Kamado’s home village was razed by a gyarados who had been attracted by the frequent conflicts, Kamado decided that his best course of action would be to move on to a nation less scarred by war. Cyllene was amongst the first to join him in settling Hisui and served as the Captain of the Galaxy Team’s Survey Corps. Her immediate willingness to leave home and help create a peaceful land for Hoennian immigrants did not surprise Kamado. As he put it, “Cyllene has always been a master of putting her feelings aside and doing what has to be done.”

Cyrus put down the book, gathered his things, and started home. He had been named after Cyllene, and many had compared him to her for his seriousness, solitary nature and tendency to use big, formal words. He had her hair and eyes and was growing into her facial features. If she could survive a warzone, he could survive his own problems. If she could leave everyone behind, he, too, could manage alone.

It was dark by the time Cyrus got home. He rang the doorbell and his mother opened it.

“Where were you?” She demanded. “It’s late.”

Cyrus handed her the test results and watched her face twist in disapproval.

“Well, you’re definitely not going on a Pokémon journey now. And I’m never letting you manage your own studying again.” Her voice was calm. That didn’t mean anything. She was sober.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” Cyrus kept his face even, as Cyllene would have.

“Listen to me, Cyrus. No one will ever love you unless you make yourself useful.”

“I could care less about being loved.”

“Well, you should. Life without love is miserable. Go to your room. I’ll figure out what to do with you later.”

Cyrus obeyed her. He could hear her uncorking a wine bottle before he even got to his room. He was in for a long night. He didn’t care. He shut himself in his room, took out his journal, and began to write.

I realized quite some time ago that life would be easier if I were a machine. But recently I’ve recognized that this does not apply only to me. If my mother were a machine, she would have no need for her family’s approval. If her family were rational, they wouldn’t have abandoned her for trivial reasons. If my father’s pride didn’t prevent him from caring about me, he would care how she treats me. And Rotom would have at least told me he was leaving for good if he hadn’t been so cowardly.

Further, if the government were run by machines, we would not suffer their greed, bigotry and corruption. Without anger, we would see less violence, and without lust, we’d see fewer broken families.

Everything would be easier if people acted according to logic. Alas, I only have control over myself.

I am named after Captain Cyllene and I will earn that name. I will no longer live in fear, nor care for anyone’s approval. I escape this house as soon as possible, and I will be an engineer and make something that people will love. That will be worth far more than the fragile liking of irrational people.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Heyyy I'm here with my first request bestie and this one is gonna be fluff. Ok so desire x male reader if not then gender neutral is fine too, where Reader tells he's parents that he is dating someone and they want to meet them, Now Reader is a bit nervous on to tell their dear parents that he's dating an immortal God and the actual embodiment of desire literally, Reader is just rambling to Des like "they're gonna think I'm crazy, what if they don't approve of you I'd be heart broken". Just give me the fluffiest fic you can make bestie

Hello and i actually had a really pleasant time writing this that i got carried away lol. but i hope you enjoy this my friend~

Word count: 1,425

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Meeting Your Parents

Today was a special day for You. To others it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it certainly was to Y/N. Today was the day you wanted your parents to meet the love of your life…..Literally. But there was another problem. You grip your hair a bit and mumble profanities because you were trying to figure out how to go about telling them.

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You had been dating none other than the personification of Desire themselves. You knew to most it will be crazy, but you weren’t you was dating them, and it was by far the best thing that happened in your dull life. You recall the first time meeting them was at a bookstore you were minding your business reading a book called Immortal Love, it was a good book, based on a Man falling in love with an immortal being.

You were oddly infatuated with this book having found out it had a book two you were first in line to get it and have it signed. So, as you sat in the back drinking a cup of coffee you notice a delicate finger placed on the top of the book, red nail polish and perfectly manicured nails. You gasped softly when it was plucked from your grasp meeting the eyes of the one holding it and you felt your heartbeat faster and your face flush.

 “They look so beautiful…so perfect” at the time you weren’t aware of what they were, so you didn’t question when they smiled suddenly while looking at the book as if they knew. When they finally met your eyes, you were in awe at how flawless they really were, and their eyes was such a piercing Gold you felt as if they were reading you just by looking at you. “Why hello their Y/n I couldn’t help but come here to see you” they said with a slight purr at the end.

you never questioned how they knew your name, but you didn’t really care it was the first time anyone wanted to see you let alone a handsome yet beautiful being such as the one in front of you. They smile once more, and you couldn’t help but mimic the same smile. “w-well here I am, what is your n-name?” you asked they chuckle a velvet like laugh that sent shivers down your body it was alluring. “Hmm You will find out who I am on a much later time for now tell me about this book looks rather….Amusing” you nod and moved to sit closer to them telling them about the story.

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You turn towards the calendar seeing it was literally tomorrow and you didn’t even tell Desire either you took a calm breath and laid down closing your eyes trying to relax and once you do, you was finally able to dream and waking up in the threshold of Desires Realm. Desire was in their heart gallery sitting on their chair smiling knowing who just arrived to their place simply because they didn’t mind this mortal coming there.

You rushed towards Desire, and they can feel everything you are right now and asked you to calm down and taps the side of his chair. “Come here love talk to me” they spoke purring softly. Once you sat down you started to ramble although getting quickly flustered when Desire leans closer and started nipping your neck lightly even kissing the most sensitive parts.

“L-love please I need your h-help” Desire hums and kissed you on the lips deeply. Their kisses always made you melt. You responded almost immediately closing your eyes when Desire pulled away they watched you slightly chase their lips but stopped midway blushing. “See, what you needed was a welcoming distraction now tell me what is wrong” they lean over you and started playing with your hair loving how soft it felt against the tips of their fingers.

“Okay so I may have told my parents about you and well I kept putting it off about mentioning exactly who you are and well them meeting you, but they called one day wanting to see you and I agreed. I feel like we are at a point that I really want them to meet the person that makes me so happy b-but I don’t know how to explain to them that my lover is an Immortal being and the personification of Desire. they're gonna think I'm crazy, what if they don't approve of you, I'd be heartbroken”

Desire listened stopping midway with playing with your hair when you mention they had to meet other people. Not use to being pulled into such a thing they weren’t sure. But they smiled at your last part seeing that you wanted to move forward in their own mortal way of doing things. “well I can go with you if that is ultimately what you are trying to ask me. And I believe we will be okay meeting them” you look up at them and smiled brightly pulling them down into a passionate kiss, who was Desire not to enjoy or allow this? They responded with equal passion before you pulled away once more “wait what would you wear?” you asked

 They chuckle and stood up “I could wear my meow meow outfit” they said, and you immediately said No, they rose a brow “oh? Why not?” they asked. You look away blushing lightly “well….well um I like you to wear that with me only” you mumbled cutely making them laugh “that is cute fine how about I wear the outfit when we first met” you blush remembering that outfit it was a lovely white suit the only thing was they never wore a shirt under it and you questioned if they would wear one. you got your answer when they suddenly mumbled “no, but I’ll keep it closed” you smile. “I just need to figure out the last part.”

 You decided to wear a nice casual outfit and you was nervous and worried Desire wouldn’t make it. You purposely wore a collared shirt because of certain activities the previous night desires exact words was “marking what is mine” and you didn’t fight it enjoying it among other things. You knock on the door mumbling “d-dammit” they said they will be there on time. When your mother opens the door she squeals in delight “oh my goodness He is as handsome and beautiful as you told me Y/n” you blush deeply looking to the side and see them standing there. “This is D-Desire my lover” you stutter lightly blushing lightly. “o-oh mom Desire prefers They/Them”

 Desire smiles more and kissed your cheek lightly holding your hand and entering the house with you and your mother immediately taking a liking to them and for some odd reason you wondered if that is desires doing or not. The dinner went well, and Desire and your mother seem to get along better than your father who was glaring daggers at him you knew this would happen until he said “hey do you know how to play poker” your father narrowed his eyes and Desire chuckles “yes I do play, I always win these mortal games”

 Your eyes widen suddenly when Desire slipped it out so soon and you started to mumble dammit under your breath until you felt their hand on your thigh giving a gentle squeeze. You took a deep breath “mom dad, well you see….”

You were sitting beside Desire on the edge of the bed in your old bedroom that Desire was teasing you about your life choices on some posters you had holding their hand and admiring them.

“I didn’t think it would go this well and you didn’t do anything they really like you and they didn’t call me crazy either.” “Well, if you haven’t notice they have desires to and well I proved it them every time they desire something on their daily activities” Desire stated looking up at you once you got up and walked over to the desk and closed the desk light.

The only light in the room was the moon and it gave Desire a beautiful glow you took their jacket off placing your hands on their chest gently pushing them down and kissing them softly before mumbling against their lips “I love you” They smiled up at you before pulling you down to rest against their chest you mainly at the crook of their neck “I love you to y/n sweet dreams~”

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A/n: And thats a wrap, i hope you enjoyed it my friend. And as always it is a pleasure writing for you all. Send me any request you desire~

[agenderfluidjourney]

A Safety Raft of My Gender Prose From Twitter

Small Metal Axe

Settle in for a little story about a young Ash Tracy, who struggled as an awkward teen, felt strangled by masculinity, never questioned his gender, and came into possession of a small metal axe.

As a teenager, I visited the island of Crete on a school trip, where they described a bit of local history and told us about the Minoan double axe, an ancient symbol of femininity. I needed one.

I couldn’t explain. I had no words. I had no coherent thoughts, just an overwhelming desire. I rushed off by myself when our tour bus stopped for a quick break. I had seen a jewelry store, I was sure of it then, it feels like a dream now.

I couldn’t let anyone see me. How could I explain? A siren’s whisper in metallurgy. A trinket to help me hang onto this feeling. A totem to make the ethereal real. I escaped the crowd, down the street, around a corner, further from the bus than was prudent, I was nervous.

There it was. A little curio shop. There was a simple double axe charm. Was it in a glass case? Hanging from a display? I was going to be late for the bus. It was a quick stop, how far away had I gotten? My memory is so fuzzy.

The charm was simple, clean, elegant in it’s geometric curves. Who sold it to me? An old woman? A man with a big mustache. The truth eludes me, there was no time to remember, no time for new memories.

I feel like I’m making it up, I feel like the story is a puppet show in my head. No, I couldn’t have been gender confused in a little Greek shop selling curios. Surely I’m making it up. . .

. . . but I have the axe today. I have it, because young me knew without it I would forget. Without this hard metal axe I would doubt.

It was silver. I had money with me, sure, money enough if I was careful. Would my parents ask?Would they wonder? The bus must be leaving, there was no time. Should I say I had lost some of the money. Better they think me clumsy than desperate for a charm of precious metal.

Why would a young boy need a little Minoan symbol only ever shown with female gods, never male gods.

I clutched the charm, standing on the street. A bit of cloth to polish it, and to hide it. Had I bought it? Or had the universe skipped ahead to where it was mine. Mine. Me.

Panic. PANIC. What have I done? Panic. I should return it. Panic. Where is the bus? Panic. What will the other kids say? Ah. Ah. Panic.

PANIC

Panic

panic

Steady yourself now, you’ve done it. A first step. Harder ones will come. You’ll have to lie about the money now, child, it’s gone. Be calm.

Best to drop a few bills in the street, so when you say you lost some money it won’t be a lie. Goodbye bills, fluttering paper, enough to feel real. . . enough to be an offering.

The bus, you can catch it, but there’s not much time. Run! Run! No chain to hang this symbol from, no place where fits, no confidence to display with pride. Out of breath, it goes in a back pocket, now front pocket, now inner jean pocket, where the shape cuts into your hip.

Keep it secret, keep it safe.

Panting, the bus comes into view, still there, though the other kids are starting to pile in. Single file. Mr. Batte gives a knowing tap on his wristwatch as you join the end of the line.

Will they ask? Will they wonder? Will it hurt? No. No one but you ever noticed, no one cared enough to pry, but the fear and anxiety lasted for months and years.

It was real though, a bit of silver, hard and true. True enough to last. You kept it, against all odds, and here it is today, over a decade later.

You didn’t dare to see your reflection in it, but you saw something you would need. I’m so very proud and incredibly thankful that you passed on this gift to me.

Hard and real and true. A gift. A puzzle box from a troubled heart that needed to travel the many years to the person finally equipped to grapple with the meaning inside. Hard and real and true.

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My gender is an as-of-yet unrealized tree

My gender is an as-of-yet unrealized tree in the side yard. My gender is a tree that could be, but currently isn’t.

It could be the Swamp White Oak and unfold a mighty canopy to shield the weak and weary from the relentless and tormenting sun.

It could be a distinctive American Sweetgum, and cloak itself in orange and scarlet and gold, beauty in change and a beacon to one’s own truth.

It could be the towering Bald Cypress and crouch to the soft wet dirt and hold it close. Its roots clutching the earth, a bulwark against the weathering erosion of time.

This tree, my gender, could be many things and I look at the lawn and wonder if I could commit to something so tall, something with roots so deep.

They tell me no. A lawn, they say, can be exactly two things. Tidy grass with a little garden, or a driveway complete with grill. A tree is out of the binary, out of the question.

But the monoculture of grass is killing us. No roots for the badger, no nook for the squirrel, no perch for the owl.

When the rains come, this grass cannot handle the water. This grass is no comfort in the flood and the mud and the muck and I am swept away.

When the rains stop, this grass cannot hide its lack of dept. This grass has saved nothing for the hard times and when it cannot make its green, it demands my green from me.

My gender is an as-of-yet unrealized tree in the side yard and it could be an anchor in the storm, a well in the drought, and a refuge when refuge is so hard to find.

The tree that could be but isn’t yet is my gender, and I wonder how long I can stand without roots and shade and leaves.

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[iwannawritelots]

Accident

Originally written August 2022

Masterlist

Genre: hurt/comfort

Ship(s): Cinna/Barbatos (Cinna/Simeon and Cinna/Asmodeus mentioned but not actively there)

Timeline: 151022-A

Trigger/content warnings: accidental scrape/injury, brief mention of self harm in the past, (harm) OCD, slightly graphic depictions of (self destructive) impulses/intrusions

Headcanons/notes from the author: this kinda happened last night and the only way I could calm down was imagining Barbatos comforting me (cringey I know). I wrote most of this after I calmed down and wrote the ending today. I have fluff pieces I wanna write but uh. I’m having a hard time shskdhdk

Brief Blurb: Cinna returns home and accidentally sets off impulses.

A small knock sounded from the bedroom door, and Barbatos looked up from the bed he shared with his boyfriends. “It’s Cinna,” the enby announced as they stepped inside. “Sorry I’m late…”

“It’s alright. Simeon and Asmodeus aren’t going to be here for a while, so don’t fret over it…” Barbatos watched them take off their jacket and shoes. He noticed they were quietly clicking their tongue to expel energy, but decided against saying anything just yet. He carefully approached Cinna, allowing them to stand up before pushing some flyaway hairs from their face. “Do you want me to help you redo your braid?”

Cinna shook their head. “I’m going to take it out anyways…” They carefully wrapped their arms around Barbatos and squeezed him tightly against themself. The butler smiled softly and returned the hug, though he didn’t dare squish them. “I need to take care of my nails and wash my face, so I’ll be a bit.”

“Let me help…?” Barbatos mumbled, knowing they were unlikely to take him up on the offer. “Or just let me be in your company?”

“Of course you can be in my company.” Cinna carefully pulled away from him and pecked his lips. “I just… need to do it a specific way, I’m sorry.”

Nodding, Barbatos carefully petted their hair. “I know…”

He followed them into the restroom and sat on a stool. Watching them wash and moisturize their face was strangely soothing for him. Usually Asmodeus would be joining them, and he would observe them both or participate… but Cinna didn’t seem to have much patience with themself. Barbatos managed to glance at their nails’ length, realizing it was indeed about time they fixed it.

Once they had finished with their face, Cinna washed their hands (Barbatos noticing they scrubbed more times than usual) before leading him into the bedroom again. They grabbed the nail polish remover and cotton balls, then began to wipe off their thumbs and index fingers. Part of Barbatos wondered if they would ever allow him to assist them in this habit… Surely he’d seen them do it enough times that he could replicate it correctly?

As Cinna was putting the remover away, they froze. Barbatos furrowed his eyebrows as their face contorted and they slowly pulled their arm close to themself, then gazed at it. It took him a moment to realize what had happened: they scraped themself on the drawer. “Cinna…?”

Familiar euphoria was flowing through them alongside the stinging of the scrape. The fact that it was on their arm only made it more prominent, and they couldn’t help staring at it. Trying to ignore the rushing thoughts in their head, Cinna muttered, “Gotta wash this.”

They hurried back to the restroom and utilized the sink once more, scrubbing their palms three times each, then the scrape three times. Upon washing it, Cinna felt a sudden rush of different white hot sensations throughout their arm. They were unable to ignore their impulses. All they could do was fixate on their veins, on the scrape that resembled the wounds they used to inflict onto themself, the fact that they could pull off their skin, their nails that were too long because it’s a length perfect for digging into—

“Cinna?”

The voice snapped Cinna out of it for a moment, but a wave of nausea settled in only a second after. “H-Hah…” They felt tears pricking at their eyes. Why did they even—

“Cinna, bunny…” Barbatos delicately cupped their cheeks, not wanting to startle them or jeopardize the still settling moisturizer. Once he directed their face towards his own, he attempted to make eye contact. “Cinna, look at me. I’m right here. You won’t do anything to yourself.”

Swallowing down impending vomit, Cinna mumbled, “R-Right…”

“It was an accident, right? So, you don’t need to be upset with yourself.” Barbatos could feel them trembling, and he hated it. “No one is going to be upset with you. No one is going to scream at you.” He adjusted his hands so he could rub his thumbs against their temples. “Breathe for me, okay?”

Cinna nodded a little, doing as he said by focusing on breathing while he pulled them into a cautious embrace. “‘m s-sorry…” they choked out after a moment. “I’m sorry…”

Hushing them, Barbatos gave a very delicate squish. “Don’t be sorry.”

“I’m hurting you…”

“No you’re not,” Barbatos assured them quietly. “Don’t listen to your head right now. Just listen to me. I’m right here. You’re not hurting anyone. You’re not hurting me. You’re not hurting yourself. You’re not hurting Asmodeus or Simeon or anyone else.” He carefully rocked them from side to side, shushing them every time they attempted to argue. Despite knowing being interrupted would frustrate them, he couldn’t bear listening to more. “I love you. We love you. Listen to me.”

Cinna went quiet, burrowing into Barbatos and inhaling his scent. They listened to him as he continued muttering reassurances, eventually calming down enough that the urge to vomit subsided and their impulses were a soft buzz. “I love you…”

“I love you too.” Barbatos lead them back to the bedroom and found their medical supplies in its cupboard. He sat them down on the bed before tending to the injury, just enough that it was covered. “There. Out of sight, out of mind.” Barbatos ran his fingers through their hair, taking them out when they began to tug slightly. “Let’s finish up your nails and calm down.”

[dokidokitsuna]

Spoiler-Free Reactions to the RWBY:IQ Premiere! (Part 1)

Gonna talk about something fun for a change~

So as many of you may or may not know, the first three episodes of RWBY: Ice Queendom were released early on select platforms just the other day. I...have no idea why this was done, and in all honesty I think just one early episode would have been enough (maybe these first three really are that unimportant to the rest of the story. Who knows)

Anywhom, I was really tired after work today and I didn’t feel like moving, and considering all the RWBY channels I frequent on YouTube the site is quickly becoming a spoiler minefield, so I decided to just go ahead and watch the episodes tonight. ^^ And without further ado, here are my spoiler-free thoughts on Episode 1!

Overall grade: B. Not great, but not bad. The pacing is very awkward, but when they finally decide to just focus on one scene without interruption, they do a good job.

Animation is a bit...mmm...overall it’s good, there’s no doubt about the technical quality. But I think the way they tried to re-interpret some of the characters’ movements in the Black and White trailers is definitely inferior to what we originally got. The Black Trailer in particular got the short end of the stick-- not only do we not get to see much of it, but Blake’s fighting style just does not look as cool anymore. :/ And the way they decided Gambol Shroud’s ribbon should work is just objectively goofy. XD Like, whyyyyy

Personally, I think Ruby’s fight (the one we got a preview of in the first IQ trailer) was the best. Lived up to and surpassed expectations despite the short length; AAAA+++ work. ^^

The Black Rock Shooter cameo was so cute~

I’mma be honest with you guys-- it’s looking like Yang’s gonna get sidelined again. I hope she won’t; I’ve seen some spoilery statements that have convinced me to wait before I judge, but...as of right now it’s lookin’ like she doesn’t have much to do. :T Fingers crossed

I love how they made an effort to briefly flesh out Team RWBY’s family members and give them meaningful screentime. ^^ I think that was this episode’s biggest strength, and a step in the right direction. The girls’ backgrounds actually feel...important; there’s a sense of community now that we didn’t get in the original series, especially with Ruby and Yang. THEY THINK AND TALK ABOUT EACH OTHER EVEN WHEN ONE OF THEM ISN’T AROUND! THEY FEEL LIKE ACTUAL SISTERS!! ...Man, the bar is low, ain’t it

Weiss is so sweet and polite, omg...can’t wait to see how that changes once she gets to school...^^;;;

I really can’t deal with Oz looking so neat and clean; it creeps me out. o_O Please bring back his bed-hair

Adam is here, hooray! :D At least one of my precious boys is gonna be in this series (1 down, 2 more to go)! ...Despite that, I don’t think Adam was very impressive in this first episode. ^^; To the point where I feel like talking too much about him would be spoilery, because he just...expectations were not met, okay

I had a feeling early on that production on this anime was a little rushed (I’m not sure why, but I did) and looking at it now...I feel like I see what I was afraid of. ^^; Again, it’s not bad, but it also feels very...economical. Like, only certain parts of the episode are really allowed that attention to detail, and other parts just have to struggle by on what’s left of the budget. Basically, anyone who wants to hate on this anime will have plenty to make fun of in Episode 1 alone. ^^; I just hope that this is due to Eps 1-3 being low-priority recap episodes, and not indicative of the quality of the series as a whole. Although, even if it is, all is not lost. For those of you who are new to anime-- anime series often have clean-up work done for the Blu-Ray re-releases after the initial broadcast run. So even if IQ looks a little jank right now, it can still get polished up later on.

[derireo-galge]

Playing With Kitten | 1,2k | yoonmin✍️🏼

Yoongi and Jimin's guide to making good use out of a free evening

nsfw | canon compliant | dom/sub undertones | face fucking | cock wetting

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The photoshoot took longer than expected.

They may have been used to the flow and rhythm of a tight schedule but it never gets much easier.

Today seemed to last even longer than yesterday’s show. He was getting a bit jittery with time, probably due to the building tension.

Jimin only got to see his hyung between outfit changes albeit briefly.

He didn’t get the chance to exchange even a couple of words.

The things he is still getting used to deep down. They always maintained the distance at work, polished to perfection.

But as it has always been, as the weeks have gone by, getting them farther and father from the last kind of break they had, the fatigue slowly started collecting in their bodies. It showed in more tired-than-usual eyes and in the slouch in their shoulders.

Jimin lifted his head and was met with a set of piercing eyes, the intense kind of look he knew all too well.

He immediately felt much better and gave his hyung a small smile only to get just as small one in return.

He sighed.

He couldn’t wait for this shoot to be over.

After they were done, everyone trailed to their respective cars, their silent promise of later burning in the back of Jimin’s mind. They both decided to skip dinner and went about their usual evening routine, catching up on the show with others and fiddling with their phones.

But soon the wait got almost unbearable, so they excused themselves and locked in Yoongi’s room. - Now, now , - Yoongi stopped Jimin, who already tucked his playful fingers inside the waistband of his hyung’s sweatpants, - My rules today, remember?

He smirked his typical attractive way and the younger felt a wave of heat rushing through all of his body. - Can’t hear you, - Yoongi rasped and gently but securely took a hold of Jimin's elbows, beckoning him closer.

- Yeah, - he said softly, ready to melt at the sound of his favourite voice. Yoongi pulled him closer chest to chest and cupped his face. He traced his lips with his thumb and then covered the younger’s mouth with his.

Jimin fit his hands to reach hyung’s chest, caressing the tensed pecs and hardened nipples hidden under the sweatshirt with his palms. He traced the biceps, pressing harder and harder as Yoongi kissed him more intensely.

The elder was moving his lips slowly but precisely, thoroughly licking into his mouth and lightly biting his plush lower lip. He stopped and pressed their foreheads together.

- Kitten? - he whispered.

- Yeah?

Jimin lifted his gaze up and saw his lover’s darkened eyes hiding behind a long fringe.

Yoong! already looked a little worked up, but to be fair, J!min was no better. - Just so you know, I’m going to put that mouth to a good use tonight, - he kept on tracing his spit-slicked lips again and again, dipping his finger in to touch a soft pink tongue.

The younger was eager to latch onto it, teasing him further as if to test his limits. - Are you gonna be good and take what I give you?

- Yes, hyung, - Jimin whispered and was immediately pulled into another heated kiss.

He felt Yoongi walking him further until he hit the bed and sat on it, guiding the younger to kneel between his spread legs. - Now take your clothes off, - he asked but then added, - except this pretty jumper, I wonder where you got it from?

Jimin looked down on his sweater paws and of course, it wasn’t his at all.

- It’s hyung’s, - he said, slightly smiling.

- You did it on purpose, right, - he grabbed his lover’s blushing cheeks, leaving another peck on his lips.

They quickly undressed and it wasn’t long until Jimin was on his knees again, touching Yoongi's thighs, admiring his proudly standing cock. Yoongi was looking down at him, as if wondering what to do next.

But of course Jimin knew he already planned everything like he always does.

Yoongi took a hold of his shaft and guided it to Jimin’s mouth. - Open up for hyung, - he rasped, lightly slurring words together and tapping the full lips with the head of his cock.

Jimin opened his mouth and tried to move but the elder stopped him. - Don’t move much, kitten, you’re only assisting me tonight.

Seeing a questioning look from his lover he added, - Just slick it up nicely for me, babe.

Jimin eagerly did what was asked of him, wetting his hyung's cock again and again until the other was satisfied. Yoongi backed his girth away from Jimin's mouth and started slowly moving his hand up and down, tracing the head with his thumb, shuddering when he touched especially sensitive spots. His other hand was buried in his kitten's hair, not pulling but holding firmly, keeping close to his cock but not close enough to reach.

He beckoned him even closer, grabbing his neck, his fingertips almost reaching the inked crescent on the nape. Yoongi felt the younger's breath on his balls and straightened him up while still keeping him within his reach.

He loved being watched and he knew he was being watched very carefully right now.

He started moving more enthusiastically, putting on a good show. He knew the younger was desperate but loved being pushed to his limit.

Jimin looked so desirable with his glinting eyes, reddened cheeks and wearing Yoongi's oversized clothes that already magically slipped off one if his shoulders, exposing a deliciously looking clavicle. Yoongi fisted his girth, intermittently tracing the veins, holding the shaft delicately, changing the pace, thrusting in between the fingers in short snaps, gently tapping the head with his palm from time to time.

- Again, he stopped fisting his dick and put it inside the heat of the younger’s mouth.

Jimin generously coated it with saliva, almost moaning at the taste.

His eyes began to burn with tears, as he was rubbing his thighs together desperately. But that only seemed to edge him without giving a desired effect.

- How does it feel to be a cock wetter, kitten? – Yoongi slurred while starting to slightly move inside his mouth.

- ‘ov it, - Jimin mumbled, - love it so much, hyung.

- Good, - he said, - You’re being so good for me now.

He started thrusting into his mouth with more fervor. - Keep it open for me, Min-ah, - he was slightly out of breath.

Jimin's own cock was rock hard, ready to burst any moment if he touched it just right.

But he knew, if he endured it, the reward would be worth it. He looked at his beloved.

He could see his bangs stuck to his forehead and his buff chest glistening right above him.

Not a minute later he heard his hyung whispered ‘fuck’ and felt warm liquid delightfully filling his mouth.

- Ah, come here, - Yoongi whispered after catching a breath.

He helped the younger get up, cradling his shaking thighs, kneading his asscheeks and fitting all of his hard length in his welcoming mouth. Jimin felt like he could cry in relief.

Yoongi got off his cock with a wet pop and asked:

- Fuck my mouth, kitten, wanna feel you, - and eagerly opened his cute mouth. It didn’t take him long to reach his peak and release inside his hyung's mouth who thoroughly milked him to the last drop and sighed in pleasure.

Tired but sated, they traded soft long kisses in the privacy of their room like they had all the time in the world now.

[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Gifts Them a Handmade Bracelet

Lucifer

“Luci, I made you something for fun but I’m not sure whether you’ll like it or not.”

He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk he was trying to get through. “As long as it’s not another bill like the one Mammon just racked up, I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is. Especially if it’s something you made.”

Blushing, you got up from your chair and quickly slipped the item onto Lucifer’s wrist.

He looked down to see a bracelet made out of elastic and chunky plastic beads. Among the red and black ones, the words “My Light” were spelled out.

“That’s just the way I feel about you sometimes. Whenever it seems like there’s nothing but darkness around me, you’re always there to guide me toward the light, toward better and happier times. You’ve saved me so many times.”

You looked at the bracelet on his wrist and suddenly felt self-conscious at how cheap it looked against the elegance of his RAD uniform. Lucifer seemed to be frozen in shock as well; he sat at his desk silent and unmoving.

“If...If you want I can take it back! Sorry, I just thought-”

Your sentence was interrupted by the full force of Lucifer crushing you into a hug. He tucked your head underneath his chin and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I love it. I love you. You make my every day brighter by being with me. I can’t express how much I care-” He cut himself off, feeling his throat tighten with sudden emotion.

You hugged him back just as tightly. “Love you always, my light.”

Mammon

You were cuddling together on the couch, watching a movie. Mammon had his arms around you, one hand holding yours and the other tracing patterns on your thigh.

With your free hand you reached into your pocket to pull out the bracelet you had made earlier in the day. Bright yellow smiley face beads surrounded the word "Priceless".

"What's that babe?"

"I made it for you! Sorry it's not super fancy or anything. But I saw these beads today at the craft store and they reminded me of you. You make me smile all the time because you're such a goober."

Mammon grinned and acted mock-offended. "Hey! Is that any way to treat your first man?"

You continued, "And also, you're priceless to me Mammon. You know that right? I wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even all the Grimm in the world. You make me feel so happy and loved."

You heard Mammon's sudden intake of breath. "Y-You really have no problem saying such embarrassing things, huh." His ears and cheeks were bright red.

You thought that was the end of the conversation but a few minutes later you heard Mammon whispering into your hair. "My treasure, I love ya so much. What did I ever do to deserve ya."

"You deserve to be happy Mammon, you deserve all the good in the world. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. I love you."

Leviathan

You were in his room, him playing a game and you putting the finishing touches on the bracelet you were making. Shiny blue beads with wave patterns on them surrounded the words “My Rock”. 

Quietly, so you wouldn’t interrupt his game, you placed the finished bracelet on his desk and moved to sit back down in your chair. Suddenly, his arm shot out to grab your wrist. He had paused his game and slid his headset slightly aside to ask: “MC, what is this?”

“Oh, I finished making this for you. Y-You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it! But... I just wanted to give you a small present.”

Hand still holding your wrist, Levi wordlessly picked up the bracelet and examined it in the light. 

“Um... you know how my favorite animal is the otter? Well otters sometimes have a favorite rock that they keep in their pocket. And you’re my favorite, you know? Also you’re my rock because you keep me grounded a lot. Like when I get all anxious and stressed out you help calm me down. Whether it’s just cuddling or playing a game together, being with you is so peaceful.”

As you continued to ramble nervously, Levi’s cheeks began to grow redder and redder. “You really made this for me? This isn’t like a pity gift is it? Are you sure you want to give this to a-an otaku like me?”

You sighed and moved to wrap your arms around his neck. “Levi, you know I would never gift you something because I ‘pity you’. And also, I don’t understand what being an otaku has to do with anything. I’m giving you this because I love you, all parts of you.”

Levi looked at the bracelet for a moment longer before quickly slipping it onto his wrist. “I-I really like it. Thanks, MC.” He seemed to be gathering up his courage for something and letting out a deep breath he turned around to give you a quick kiss.

“S-Sorry! Sorry, I just... I’ve never received anything like this. I like you a lot, you know?”

You returned his kiss with one of your own. “I know.”

Satan

You had finished a light lunch together and now were browsing Satan’s favorite bookstore. He was looking at the history section while you were pretending to look at the bookmarks, gathering up your courage to give him his gift.

You were worried a bit that he wouldn’t like it. The bracelet itself was made out of inexpensive materials, emerald color beads and beads that spelled out “Beloved”. It didn’t seem like the type of thing Satan would wear.

He interrupted your thoughts with a tap on your shoulder. “Everything okay, MC?”

“Yeah, I was just...” With a sigh you held out the bracelet to him, there was really no point in stalling. “I made this for you. I understand if it’s not really your thing but just know the message is genuine.”

He pinched the bracelet between two fingers and began to examine it. "Beloved, huh?” His lips were quirked in a smug smile.

“Don’t tease me. But y-yeah, you’re my beloved. I never thought I’d meet someone like you here, you know? You feel like you fit right against my heart, like you’re my soulmate. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

All of the amusement was wiped off of Satan’s face and his eyes seemed to burn into you, the way he was staring at you. He deliberately rolled up the cuff of his RAD uniform slowly and made sure you were watching as he put on the bracelet, turning it this way and that to examine it. 

“It’s a good thing you don’t have to think about that, pet. Because trust me when I say that I’m never going to leave you. You’re stuck with me forever.”

With a wet laugh you rushed to hug him, burying your face into his chest. “That doesn’t sound bad to me at all.”

Asmodeus

You were in Asmo’s room, helping him paint his nails. His left hand was already finished and you watched him blow on the nails, trying to dry them. He held out his other hand for you and you pretended to fiddle with the nail polish before quickly slipping on the bracelet you had made for him earlier.

“MC, what is this?” Asmo looked at the bracelet, soft pink heart-shaped crystals surrounded beads that spelled out “Jewel Of My Heart”.

“Well, I know it’s nothing much compared to the jewelry you already have” you said, nodding toward Asmo’s vanity which held a variety of sparkling necklaces and earrings. “But I wanted to give you something handmade.”

“Oh, it’s so cute darling! I love it!” Asmo pulled out his cellphone and started trying to take pictures of his wrist from different angles. “Can you help me, MC? My nails are still a bit wet and I don’t want to ruin them. But I also want to post a picture to Devilgram immediately!”

You chuckled and took Asmo’s phone from him, trying to move his wrist to get it in frame. 

“I know you’re not the Jewel of the Heavens anymore. But I think of you as the jewel to my heart. You’re beautiful, Asmo. Not just the way you look but the way you’re able to find beauty in everything. Even in me, no matter how terrible I feel sometimes.”

Asmo had gone silent and you looked up to see him biting his lips, his eyes widened. “MC, that’s cheating. You can’t say things like that when I can’t even give you a proper hug right now. Ugh, you’re too adorable.”

Smiling, you held up his hand and pressed a gentle kiss against it. Asmo inhaled sharply.

“Darling, I think we can finish the other hand at a later time. Right now, there are other pressing matters I’d like to get to.” Asmo’s eyes had turned lustful and he quickly scooped you up and led you toward his bed.

Beelzebub

You were in the kitchen together, Beel helping you test a new pie recipe. Well, he was doing more eating than testing, letting out small whines until you gave in and fed him spoonfuls of fruit filling. 

It was warm and peaceful, the smell of sugar and vanilla in the air as you mixed a pot on the stove and Beel leaned against the countertop.

“Oh Beel, before I forget.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out a bracelet made up of small orange beads and plastic teddy bear-shaped beads. In the middle were the words “My Strength”.

You helped him slide it on his wrist and smiled at his confused look. “I made this for you today. I saw these beads and thought instantly of you, ‘cause I always call you my giant teddy bear.” For emphasis you gave him a hug and laughed at how small you felt in his arms.

“And also, I think of you as my strength. You’re super strong, yeah, but not just physically. You’ve always been there for me, whenever I felt down or scared or sad. You give me strength when I need it most. And I hope that I can lend you some of my strength too for whenever you need it.”

As Beel looked down at the bracelet, a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re cute, MC. Thank you for the gift. And you make me stronger every day by just being with me. I hope we can be together forever.”

You reached up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and he returned it with a sudden passionate one on your lips.

The two of you stood kissing for a few moments longer until you broke away from him, smelling burning sugar. “Oh god, the filling is burning! Quick, turn off the stove!”

Beel looked into the pot, which had turned from a deep red cherry color to almost black, and shrugged. “Eh, I’ll still eat it.”

Belphegor

You don’t know how long you had been napping for, but you woke up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You were warm and comfortable, one of Belphie’s legs wrapped around your own and his arm across your stomach. 

Looking down at his wrist you realized it was the perfect opportunity and slipped the bracelet out from your pajama pocket. The square lilac-colored beads looked cute against his wrist and you made sure the words “My Comfort” were facing the right way up so that Belphie would spot them when he woke up. 

You thought it would have been easy to give him his gift undetected, considering how much of a deep-sleeper he was, but at your movement Belphie scrunched up his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

“MC?” His voice was bleary from sleep. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” He nodded and turned to face the other way but must have felt the beads pressing into his wrist. Confused he lifted his arm up and squinted at the bracelet. “What is this?”

You sighed, a bit nervous at how he would react. “I made it for you. It’s nothing fancy but I’ve been wanting to give you something for a while now. Something to remind you of me.”

He ran his fingers along the beads and mouthed the words “My Comfort”.

“That’s what you are to me. Comfort. When the world is too loud and my thoughts are too jumbled, you help make things quiet. You’re like a warm blanket that can muffle out the bad and the scary. I just hope that you’re as comfortable with me as I am with you.”

He remained silent for a while, rolling one of the beads between his fingers. Finally, he moved to bring your wrist to his mouth and pressed a light kiss on the inside of your wrist and then the center of your palm.

“I never thought I would get to have this, you know. A kind of love like this.” He rolled over so that you were face to face and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

[iwadori]

Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)

hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Tsukishima:

You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago

Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds

As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too

You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual

Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament. 

So he’s left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Today’s task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishima’s opinion on (since he’s always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)

Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today… it closes at 5pm??

Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so I’ll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3

Y/N: Okay! See you then <3

You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe you’ll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.

2:45PM

You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went by…

3:14PM

Surprised that Kei isn’t here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when you’ve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume he’s stuck in traffic or something.

3:32

You’re still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell you’re desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying he’lll be there soon.

4:00

He’s now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesn’t seem to really care.

5:15

After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and that’s if he ever joins you for dinner)

You’re washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. “Ugh practice was draining today” he said, tired 

You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didn’t show up AND THEN didn’t even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. “Babe, whats for dinner” He asked entering the living room.

AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://

You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke “Y/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-” Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff you’ve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,

“Y/N.. what the fuck is this shit”

That made you take a pause, and freeze ‘That is all he’s worried about’ you think. As you’re still ignoring him and he’s wondering why you decided to buy all this ‘crap’ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.

“Y/N you really think we’re putting this shit on the walls..?” He asked 

You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate you’ve been washing since he’s got here ( you definitely know it’s clean by now but who cares )”Y/N, are you listening to me” He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you “Why the fuck would you buy this??” 

By now you were raged, “Is that ALL you care about!” You shout “You don’t care how I’ve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you don’t care you’re so self obsessed that all you’ve been doing is going to practice and complaining!”

He was about to speak before you stopped him again “Oh and by the way if you’ve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU should’ve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.” after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you. 

You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again. 

“Y/N I’m sorry I-” He starts

“Oh shut the fuck up Tsukishima” You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the process 

“Shit” You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.

“Y/N i’m sorry about EVERYTHING” he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. “What can I do to make this all better?”

“Just fuck off Tsuki” You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay” he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury “Just come sit down so i can atleast bandage your hands”

You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.

“Y/N. I am really truly sorry I-” He says

“Why don’t you care anymore?” You interrupt tears now streaming down your face “I know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymore” you cried

“I’m sorry i’ve been so busy it’s just practice and tournaments and … I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I don’t want to mess anything up” he said “And I’m sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and I’m just really sorry Y/N”

He goes over to the things you’ve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option) “This is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.”

He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. “I just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us “ you say

“I will and I do.. I always do” He said pulling you into a hug 

“I love you Kei” You say into his chest 

“I love you too” 

You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.

Iwaizumi:

You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool

You’ve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa

You’re very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure you’re not too hard on yourself

You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection. 

You’re in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual

‘5 more minutes’ you think to yourself knowing damn well it’s going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.

You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime

Haji: Y/N how was your day 

Haji: What do you want for dinner

Haji: I think we should get chinese

Haji: Y/N… you alive

Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/

Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope you’re not in the gym Y/N

Haji: I’m coming to the gym… you better not be there

By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..

“Y/N.. I thought you said you wasn’t going to keep overworking yourself this term” He said slowly approaching you 

“Just” set “Gotta” set “Fix” set “My” set “Form” 

“Your set is fine babe, it’s perfect … you’re perfect” he says reaching out to touch you

“Well I guess perfect isn’t good enough then” you mumble

“Y/N that’s not what I meant” He responds touching your shoulder

Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all. 

You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. ‘Hes going to hate you now’ you think.

You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.

“I know you didn’t mean it Y/N” he said pulling you under his arm 

“Iwa, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to stay late in the gym it’s just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just … wanted it all to be perfect “ You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset “I am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely valid”

You don’t want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist “you’re not leaving till I know you’re okay” he says

which makes you laugh a bit “It’s crazy that I’m the one that messed up, yet you’re worrying about me”

“Well that’s my job Y/N, I always worry about you when you’re overworking yourself and being hard on yourself it’s not good” he said “accidents happen, I know you didn’t intend on me getting hurt and I know you’re going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worry”

A week later, all was forgotten Iwa’s cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasn’t your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.

You’re now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajime’s words you are perfect.

AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. I’m not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!!