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totaly-obsessed · 7 months

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Could you write for ella toone that's angst like she looses a match or something and takes it out on r and then tries everything to make it up to r

Groveling Time

Ella Toone x reader request

-> Ella does not cope well after losing a game and takes her anger out on you, her girlfriend

-> First request! Let me know what you think!

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Gamedays were always special, especially for Ella. Being able to represent her childhood club with you by her side was so dear and near to her heart – she loved every single moment of it.

With the new season and not only Alessia missing from the Manchester United crew, but many of her friends having changed clubs, it was tough for the brunette and it was hard on her mind.

You were her rock. She loved knowing that she could lean on you if she ever needed to – a realization that had not come easy to her.

But this week was different, and you both knew it. It was yet another Sunday and Manchester United would meet Manchester City in a derby. This alone was another level of stress, there would be a huge upturn to the game with fans being very dedicated to their respective teams.

But the worst thing for Ella? You could not be there.

It was your grandma’s eightieth birthday and with her being very sick, your family never knew how much longer they had with her. You had asked Ella if she wanted to join you because then you would try to convince the rest of the family to push it to Monday – but your girlfriend insisted that she would be fine and that she wanted you to have a nice day with your family.

During dinner you tried to check your phone as often as you could, trying to stay updated on how your girlfriend’s team was doing. Seeing the 2-0 to Manchester City before the halftime break was hard, knowing how much Ella would blame herself, looking for mistakes in herself. Being the ‘worlds-best girlfriend’ as Ella crowned you, was not easy – but you decided to shoot her a quick text during the break.

‘Hello Gorgeous! Keep ya head up – cannot wait to see you tonight. I love you so much.’

It was sappy, but you knew that the young lioness loved it even if she would deny it till the day she died.

You arrived home before Ella did – so you made dinner.

Ella’s comfort food, knowing that she would not take the 3-0 loss easy. Some leftover cake was chilling in the fridge, waiting for dessert.

But it was getting later and later by the second – without Ella showing up at your shared home. You had texted Katie Zelem oven an hour ago, asking if she was with her and if they had plans for the night. The Manchester United captain however could not help you with your search for your girlfriend – telling you that Ella had left in her car as soon as she could.

By now you were incredibly hungry, having waited for the brunette for three hours seated on the couch, preparing lessons for the following day. At some point, you had turned the stove off and put everything in Tupperware placing it next to the cake in the fridge.

After waiting for a while longer, you started writing a little note to your girlfriend that you placed where she stored her bag so that she would definitely see it. ‘I was tired. ‘Dinner is in the fridge – cake too. Love you!’

You had already gotten ready for bed and nearly fallen asleep when you heard the front door fall shut. With slow steps, you trotted down the steps “Ella?” But you did not get an answer.

With your note in hand, your girlfriend stood in the kitchen. You tripped over her shoes that she had just flung onto the floor, the entryway being a complete mess. Bag in one direction, shoes in another – her jacket just in the middle of the ground. “Baby?”

She had her back turned to you, hands balled to fists by her side, your note crumbled in of them. There still was no reaction. You had gotten closer now, resting your hand on her back, trying to comfort her – but she shrugged you off. “Couldn’t have waited for me huh? First, you don’t show up for my game and then you don't even wait for me!”

Sure, she usually had a loud voice, but now she was just yelling into your face. Ella had turned around with so much force, that she had pushed you back a little. “I’m sorry baby but I was at my grand-“

“I don’t care! You should put me first! We lost because of you and your selfishness!” Tears were quickly making their way to your eyes, mirroring the brunette's bloodshot ones.

She clearly was not herself right now, so you tried to avert her attention. “Do you want me to heat up dinner?” A sharp scoff left you flinching back once she ripped the fridge open.

“No need – you didn’t even wait for me. Already ate huh? What a nice day. Leaving your girlfriend hanging, visiting your stupid family, and eating alone. How fun.” Her words hurt, she spat at you with such anger that it terrified you.

You had never thought that you would fear Ella. But the usually bubbly and funny girl was not herself right now. “And what are you wearing? Always stealing my shit! Don’t you have clothes for yourself?”

Tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at your mirror image in the dark window. You were wearing one of Ellas' big shirts – she usually loved seeing you in her clothes, even making you change out of your own so that you could wear hers.

“I think I will just go to bed baby. Maybe you will have calmed down tomorrow.” Your feet were already on the stairs as you heard her muttering “Sure. Just leave me like you always do.”

It hurt, so much. You opted for the guest bedroom, leaving the brunette in the comfort of your joined room. Once upon a time, you had thought that maybe, just maybe this room could be used for your future child.

If there even was a joined future.

But you were determined to work at what was wrong – not wanting to throw everything away just like that. But Ella did not even enter the bedroom, she left again, the door falling into place behind her as you heard the car start outside.

Just as a precaution, you texted Katie as well As Mary and Millie – explaining to them that Ella was in a bad mood and to please tell you if she showed up at their place so that you knew that she was safe.

It was Mary who was the last to answer, telling you that your girlfriend was at her home.

Now that you had time to settle, the anger set in. So instead of sleeping like intended, you sorted your clothes – taking every single piece of clothing that you had from Ella, folding it neatly, and setting it down on her side of the bed.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t just hide her training gear – placing everything neatly in place. As angry as you were that Ella took her own anger out on you, you could never deliberately do something that could hurt her career.

The dinner in the fridge that neither of you had eaten was turned into your lunch at school – your students excitedly asking about it.

Ella meanwhile had gotten her brainwashed by Mary as she crashed on her couch – the goalkeeper refusing to give her teammate the guest bedroom.

The brunette knew that she had messed up.

Your joined home was empty when she came back in the morning. Her chaos was gone, as was the food in the fridge – once entering the bedroom she saw all her clothes. The clothes she loved to see you in.

Her heart broke even further. How could she hurt you like that?

After allowing herself to cry for a couple of minutes, hugging your pillow close to her your note from the night before tightly pressed to her chest, she took a shower and started to prepare.

It was groveling time.

It was still much too early to start dinner for when you came home, so she started with her folded clothes. The brunette put them back into the closet – your side of it. She didn’t want you to stop wearing them.

After that she started the already full dishwasher and washing machine in the time those were running, she started to remove the stains on the couch that you had been complaining about forever now. After emptying the dishwasher and starting the dryer, Ella turned to your most neglected room – your office.

The desk was a mess and there were papers all over the room. She started with sorting the papers – art projects of your students into one folder, and vocabulary tests that you had yet to grade in another one.

After a while she had made a good dent into your chaos – so that she could actually see the table again. It took her two hours until she considered the room as done – putting the vacuum back in its rightful place.

The time on the clock nearly gave her a heart attack – it was time to start dinner and prepare her speech.

Entering your home felt like entering the lion’s den – and you hated it.

The smell of dinner was overwhelming. You did not know what you had been expecting but fresh flowers, cooked dinner, and a cleaned house were not what you had in mind.

It seemed like Ella knew that she had seriously messed up.

“Hello, Ella.”

The brunette at the stove turned around at the speed of light at your voice – not having heard you walk in. “Hi, baby.”

The smile on her face was hesitant but seeing you, without steam coming out of your ears seriously calmed her down. “I think I have something to make up to you.”

It did not take a trained eye to see just how nervous the footballer was – but being her girlfriend certainly helps. “I think you do – but before you start, I would like to hear that you’re sorry and what made you act that way.”

Big eyes looked at you – head nodding so fast that you doubted that Ella could actually see clearly. It was safe to say, that you were spoiled for the evening – Ella making sure that you could not stay mad at her with everything in her power.

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vet16l · 4 months

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LOVERS UNITE ☀️🌊

summary: reader opens a surf shop and needs some help, so she hires jj maybank. so what happens when they fall in love?

warnings: none really, fem!reader.

wc: 723.

part two

you had just moved to the outer banks two days ago and already had your surf shop up and running. you were exhausted from the sleepless night you had, figuring everything out, but damn was it worth it.

it was 05.30 when you finally finished up and decided to get ready for your day. you put on your favorite bikini paired with some jean shorts and an old oversized tee. then you packed up your backpack with an extra bikini- just in case, a towel, your laptop, your surf wax, tanning oil, and lip balm. in your side pockets you put a tumbler cup of coffee on one side and your water bottle on the other.

you slipped your sandals on and went out the door, getting in your car to drive to the beach.

when you arrived it was around 06.00 and the sun was rising. you got out and got your surf board off of the top of the car, walking to the sand to put your bag down. you get your surf wax out and put a little on the back part of your board for traction then take your shorts and shirt off- putting them in your bag. then going into the water.

you checked your watch and see its 07.30, realizing you lost track of time while surfing and quickly got out. you dry off and get dressed again before packing up and going to your shop. when you get there its about 07.50, and making note of this you hastily unlock your store and walk inside, turning the lights on, right as you do that you hear a male voice “hey! are you y/n?” you turned around to see a blonde boy in cargo shorts and a tank top “yeah… are you jj?” you say, walking towards him, “yes ma’am” jj says with a slight smirk “oh, well its great to meet you! thank you so much for helping me out.” you say with a smile, happy that you’ll have some help around the shop “yeah, of course- hey why’s your hair wet?” he asks when he sees the water still dripping from your hair “oh- i just came from surfing” you explained “oh wow, this early?” he says, a little shocked “yeah you gotta try it! it’s great- really uh.. calming, y’know?” you say with a small smile. “yeah? i’ll have to try it sometime then” he says smiling back at you.

it had been a long day. surprisingly your shop was actually pretty busy, even though you just opened it. a couple came in and wanted surfing lessons, so you were pretty happy you packed that extra bikini. closing your laptop, you start shutting the shop down. you were so tired, but you wanted to go out to the ocean and chill for a bit before you go home.

the waves were pretty calm today, barely any real waves, just some ankle breakers. you decided to go out on your board and just sit there. the board between your legs, the sun on your skin, the breeze through your hair. it was great. you were looking out into the distance, watching the sun start to set, when you heard jj “you good?” he says, brows knit together. “yeah… just thinkin” you say, smiling at him. even though you two just met, you had a lot of similarities, so you got along pretty well. “its, uh, nice out here.. calm” jj says and you nod your head in agreement. a moment of comfortable silence washes over the both of you before jj pipes up again “hey… uh… would you- um like to hang out with me and my friends?” jj asks, nervous. you raise one brow at him before he continues, “they’re really chill guys- well ones a girl- i just mean-… i think y'all would get along well… john b would actually love to work for you! and you remind me of kiara a lot- and you’re smart like pope- i guess… i just think you’d fit in.” he says, stumbling over his words. “i would love to meet your friends, jj” you say so sweetly it makes his heart skip a beat. “yeah, yeah great! uh… would tomorrow work?” he asks, not normally this shy. “tomorrow’s great.” you say with a soft smile, trying to hide your blush.

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AHHHH FIRST PART DONE OMGG. uh i have like no idea where im taking this so… if u have an idea tell me rn pls🙏🙏

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d6volution · 6 months

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Caning with... Caine.

caine/gn!reader

reader can't help but try and seduce their way into the ringmasters pants. unfortunately, things don't work out well for them.

tags: caning, impact play, crying, slightly mean caine, no aftercare.

art creds.

You reap what you sow is how the saying goes right?

You'd been purposely tying to seduce the ringmaster all week. He caught wind of it rather quickly. Not only of your inappropriate actions but your clothes too. They stuck to your body too tightly or showed too much skin.

You honestly didn't even know if your seduction tactics would work... he wasn't human, after all.

And if that was the case, would it explain why this so-called punishment of his felt ridiculously intimate?

"C.. Caine, is this really necessary..?" you asked, arms struggling and wiggling in the binds he so acutely tethered in the famous box tie. The silky red ribbons he used were soft but firm and tight against your skin. He had you bent over his desk. Face pressed against the cold oak.

"Certainly, pain is the best teacher after all!" He said with enthusiasm. The tip of his cane was rolling against the fat of your ass. "Oh, and don't you worry, y/n! I'm sure after this you'll be in perfect shape to rejoin the others."

"Now... keep count for me, dear." His voice seemed to get low, sending a chill down your spine.

He wasted no time. The wooden cane smacked your rear , causing it to jiggle deliciously. Caine's eyes were glued to your ass. You flinched and could hardly contain the yelp that pried itself past your lips. "O.. One—"

Whack! The sturdy cane made contact with your skin before you could finish speaking.

You whimpered like a wounded babe, lips stuttering out, "T.. Two." Your ass was already on fire, and you squirmed as your body tried to brace itself for another, "Come now, y/n , where did all that fiery energy go? Perhaps the only thing your little head is good for is conjuring up unseemly thoughts, hmm?" He hummed, before— whack!whack!whack!

You cried out, and apologies spilled from your lips. You felt your eyes glossing over with tears.

"Hh—hhn..! m'sorry.. c..caine.. please..!" You whimpered, and your legs threatened to give out, shaking as you tried to steady yourself against the desk that was now wet with your tears. But it was hard to do with your arms quite literally tied behind your back. He'd only just started, and you were hardly hanging on. The force he put behind those hits was lethal. Yet you felt a familiar warm sensation pooling in between your legs.. punishment or not, you were finally receiving attention from him.

Caine tutted in disappointment, "I asked you to count, not for a shallow apology, sweetheart." The cane dropped down on your ass once more, and you could hardly think of where you left off. Every number you missed or messed up was an added hit.

You couldn't see the expression he wore on his face from behind you. He looked hungry. Eager to hear more of your yelps, yearning to see your legs tremble as the welts on your ass grew.

"I'm afraid you're only making this harder for yourself—" A strange noise emitted from behind you, where Caine stood. It was the ring of his iconic wacky watch.

"My my! An alert at this time of day! I see.. saved by the bell then, y/n!" He said with the old enthusiasm he harbored from earlier. The ringmaster snaps his fingers, and your binds are released just like that. You crumble to the floor, and Caine simply watches, "Bubble, take care of them and see that they get to their room uninterrupted, will you? I think our little troublemaker here has learned their lesson." Caine said whilst using the end of his cane to tilt your head up to look at him. This exchange lasted for a moment before he removed the cane.

"Anyways! I have very important matters to tend to!" And with that, he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Of course, this was all a lie.

A ruse, so he could put as much space between you and the sudden tightness of his pants.

You were certainly turning out to be more trouble than he bargained for.

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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FAIRY!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS!! MAY MANY MORE COME!!! :O <3

May I request Edward Elric with the action propmpt 10? That would be awesome!! <3

APPLE PIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Putting their head on their lover’s shoulder (Action Prompt #10)

Notes: POST-FMAB EVENTS

AND THANK YOU RU

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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Even after all Father had put you through, some things never changed.

That thing being Edward’s obnoxious love for apple pies.

Specifically Gracia’s recipe. She had been kind enough to gift you and Winry the recipe years ago. The scrap of paper was well-loved and worn out, stained with butter, and the writing barely legible. But that didn’t matter. You knew the recipe by heart after years of making it for your lover.

Your forearms were covered in flour, and you were pretty sure you had something on your face as you worked butter into your dry ingredients. Your hands felt sticky with dough, but you didn’t mind. This would make Edward happy, and that alone made your day.

It always did.

Especially after all he had gone through growing up and through his young adult life.

You cracked an egg on the corner of the bowl and added it to the dough mixture, mixing everything by hand until you had the consistency you wanted. It had grown warm in the process, so you stuck it in the ice box to chill for at least an hour while you got to work on the filling.

Two tablespoons of lemon juice. Nine apples peeled, cored, and sliced into wedges. Both went into a bowl with some sugar and tossed until combined. Then a skillet was turned on, and everything was put in with more butter and mixed until the apples were soft. The scent of fruit filled the air, making your mouth water, and you felt giddy at the idea of eating the dessert later.

You may not have been Edward, but you still loved a good apple pie now and then.

Just then, warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a chin was put on your shoulder.

“What are you making?” Came Edward’s voice, and you hummed, leaning your head on his as you tossed the apples once again in the skillet. The sugar was melting. It was almost time.

“Apple pie. You asked for one last week.” You said warmly and felt him grin as he turned his head to place a kiss where your shoulder met your neck.

“You remembered?” At this, you huff out a laugh,

“Have I ever forgotten something?” You say, and he thinks it over, pecking your cheek this time.

“No. It’s like Ling said. Something about elephants never forgetting. Wait, no—Alphonse said that in one of his letters. He’s studying them with May Chang in between alkahestry lessons.” He said, tapping his fingers against your waist.

You gently pry his arms away from around you, ignoring his whine, and go to pull the dough from the fridge, turning off the stovetop as you do so.

“Now that you’re here, you can help me.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow,

“You’re trusting me in the kitchen? I thought I was banned after Valentine’s Day.” He says but grabs an apron from where it’s hanging on the wall nonetheless. You hold a finger up, smearing some flour on his nose,

“I’m trusting you with supervision. Don’t think I’ll let you in the kitchen with anything less than that. Alphonse can cook better than you, and he didn’t even have a body growing up!”

Edward mutters under his breath, something about how “that isn’t fair,” but he smiles at you nonetheless when he notices you watching him tie the apron.

“Like what you see?” He teases, and you offer a mischievous grin. “I always do.” You retort and delight in the way his cheeks flush a pretty pink.

You quickly put Edward to work with the dough from the ice box. You carefully instruct him how to make pie crust and are actually rather impressed with how they turn out. Soon, you have two perfectly constructed pie crusts ready to be filled.

Maybe you can actually trust your lover in the kitchen. But then you remember the burnt attempt at breakfast from Valentine’s Day.

Like you had said before, he’s allowed in the kitchen with supervision.

You blink and are torn from your thoughts when something is smeared on your cheek. You look up from where you are preparing the second pie to see Edward with that grin of his that means he’s up to no good. Egg yolk is coating his finger, and you assume that’s what he just put on your face.

“You're supposed to be brushing the pie. Not my face.” You say, and he laughs.

It’s one of your favorite sounds in the world.

“Just seeing if you’re paying attention.” He says, and you smile. His own grin softens as you step into his side, wrapping a flour-stained hand around his waist.

“I love you, y’know?” You whisper, and he gently grasps your chin, turning you to face him, and kisses you so gently as if you’ll break. He tastes like stolen pie filling, but you don’t mind.

He’s so gentle with his love. He always has been.

It was one of the things you love about him.

And it was soft, domestic times like this that you treasured the most.

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xcrust · 6 months

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Not very punk?

A little drabble I wrote while procrastinating doing work for school. Its not super detailed and I accidentally made Sal a little more stoic than intended.

Gender neutral reader X Sal Fisher

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The first time that you met Sal was definitely not the greatest look for you. In fact to this day you sometimes get small bursts of cringe attacks thinking about it. Of course you believed that you can only make a moment embarrassing if you make it. But considering how much you hold him so dear to your heart today. Maybe meeting him and remembering all that embarrassment shows how impactful it was to have met him.

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"You know for a guy that has blue hair, you're not really that punk"

Every few days you head towards the Addison apartment to visit the resident stoner of the small town of nockfell. You like to claim that you were not someone that frequently gets high. though wouldn't that be a little bit of a fib to the guy that's standing a few feet away.

"Im Sal, my dad and I actually just moved upstairs."

Another person that is going to be a subject to the freakshow of this building. Don't get that thought wrong though, you lived down the road with your parents. Like everywhere else on the planet there are always characters of people you see everyday but something about this complex just has such loud personalities whether it's intended or not. You would've been living amongst the apartment if it weren't for their parents having extremely weird auras of the place. Though it would be hypocritical to trash on it since you're spending half your time there.

“Man, that's a really cool mask! Ignore them. They're actually crazy” Larry got up from his bed to head towards the new guy.

“Larry literally shut your face before I kick you. I can also bet that the mask is a prosthetic.” So actually you are the only one that is high right now. Usually it's you both that get high all the time but as of the past few days Larry has been so freaked out that getting high would just bring one that's super freaked out. So here you were, in a ball.

“They’re actually right about that one” sal speaks out adjusting the straps around his head. For a little guy he does have quite a deep voice.

“See that is really badass!” If anyone saw you or to be more specific if any of your parents saw you then it would be so embarrassing and maybe the usual nerve being around a new person has been washed away.

“They seem cool…you know that's a lot of big talk for someone that can barely keep their head up” the new guy speaks again. Mainly pointed to Larry because the target of that comment was already out like a light.

“Trust they're honestly very chill. I just don't think that they're even on the same planet as us” the host of the room started while heading towards his speakers. “What's your place in music? Let me show this band that i'm loving right now”

“You sure that they won't wake up?” Sal asked while approaching the speakers as well. He had no idea but seeing the small bursts of spunk that you maintained while conscious was very alluring. That's not even mentioning the way that they knew what the prosthetic was.

“I have no idea but their loss, with my mom gone it's my rules in my room”

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"Oh my gosh sally stop bringing that up" You're covering your face. It's in the middle of the day at school. Actually you and Sal were in the middle of bio class. Having been checked out of the lesson for such a long time now. "i promise i've never been that high before in my life and never will be again"

The thing about the first time you met him you were beyond greened out. Actually when you thought he left to search for whatever it was at the time you ran to the bathroom to throw up. Spoiler alert! He was still in the room.

"Im sorry im just trying to make punkness be stronger" He responds holding his heart. The sass of this kid is going to put you in a coma.

In all honesty you didn't know how you got so close to the over dramatic boy in front of you. Larry and Sal got closer before you both started hanging out one on one. Half of the first few months of meeting him the only times that you both interacted was in Larry’s basement. It's not like you avoided him but it's not like you didnt after embarrassing yourself so badly.

“You two in the back! Stop talking and pay attention”

“Sally, count your days because the minute we are out of this classroom I'm putting you six feet under” You giggled out trying to be quiet. The teacher really only made it all more funny. Beside you sal was holding his mouth scrunched over in the textbook. You reflected looking at him, being in his presence really boosted all good emotions. The connection that you both got from each other has been such a 180 change. Not saying life was terrible before him but a large spark was given to you being together.

“Ok (Y/N) five second head start and you're dead”

You leaned back with the biggest smirk on your face. A minute from the bell and you're already stuffing all your things into your bag. Counting yourself lucky that the door is right beside you in the back of the class.

*RiNG * *RING* *RING*

Before the second ring you're already halfway down the hall. Literally no agility was in your body unless it meant that you can beat any of your closest friends. Take the time you were hanging out with Ash. Putting a bet on whoever got to your house first would mean that the one that got there gets to ride your new motorcycle. The school isn't far and you did win but you could have been mistaken for an asthmatic by the time you got to your house.

Running into Larry by the lockers you hid around him to make the escape.

“Who are you getting away from no-” a flash of blue hair came zooming towards you both. If it weren't for the tall resident of the addison basement you wouldn't have gotten away. Pushing Larry to Sal before making it to the courtyards. You'd have to apologize to him when you win. For now it's all for one out here.

The courtyard was very quiet. It being lunch didn't change the fact that no one was coming here. Though you wouldn't expect that much of a difference with the teachers lounge nearby. Luckily since no one comes here maybe it was time to text him your success. Pulling out your phone to say he didn't catch you within the first few minutes of the bell.

A second later you're being put into a chokehold.

“I win”

Sally stands behind you still interlocked. Damn that was kinda- No. Nope that's so wack. Crazy thoughts are reserved for crazy people. Inseconds though you lose your balance and completely fall on the ground. Him landing on top of you

“Woah sal take me on a date first” you said groaning in a choked out laugh. Eyes still not opened from the impact.

“Wait! Don't open your eyes just yet” he sounded panicked so you followed going back to being relaxed laying down. The sound of buckles and straps being pulled explained the panic. It's been almost a two years since he moved in and to this day it has still been a touchier topic. It's no rush at all to see him though. Sometimes you long for moments to look at his face for long periods of time. Of course at sleepover you would maybe get a small glimpse in the middle of the night but light or lack thereof were basically the cockblock of the century. That being said, if he's not ready then no way in hell would you ask.

“Sorry, I'm good now,” he spoke out. You opened your eyes to see he moved himself a few feet away.

“Sal, you have no reason to apologize! did you do anything wrong? i dont think so” you reaffirm

He sighs but looks at you with the same look that only you've been bestowed. Both teenagers sit in silence for a bit. You had shifted to sit closer to him to look up at the sky.

“You know I care about you a lot… you've made this place so much more fun. Feel free to always feel comfortable around me and i'll bother you the same amount.” Talking to Sally like this comes from pure truth. You love him a lot. It could just be platonic or you're just telling yourself that.

Getting up you grab his hand and start pulling him to the cafeteria. instead of letting go he interlocked your hands a bit tighter than the average person. Though it gave you a bit of happiness. He might not be the best with words sometimes but you appreciated that hand squeeze.

“Come on! We need to make sure Todd isn't boring everyone to death.”

After yet another ghost hunting sesions around the town it was pretty fair to say that the group was entirely pooped. So this brings us to the garage band party? More like a treehouse makeshift acoustic party. The tree was way too far from any extension cord to work so now we work with what we got. It is crazy to think that you've all been fending and mystery solving for nearly four years. In that time it was almost a joke to be called the mystery gang with a bit more emo flavor. During those four years, the relationship between you and Sal seemed to only grow more tense by the second. That's not in a bad way though.

“Hey , Sal and I are going to be getting some munch!” Larry says half way down the tree already.

“YOOO WAIT, get some barbeque chips! You literally have to or else you're making the children starve!” Ash exclaimed, putting away the guitar.

Sal starts getting up from right beside you. The treehouse was not huge so most of us were sharing seats. You both were rocking in the bean bag. Somehow you both made it work even if it was definitely made for toddlers only. The position that was there was incredibly comfortable until Larry was continuously shouting from the ground.

“I'll see you in a bit” sal says before pushing your head slightly. Looking over to him while he walked out practically put you in a trance.

Glancing over to Todd and Ash at the other corner of the room you can see them practically frothing at the mouth. The second Sal got out of sight they both pounced onto you.

“Y/n, you're actually killing us over here” todd reclaimed. “Its been the longest fucking four years of my life watching you both eye fuck eachother.”

Wow, that is the most out of character thing that you've heard him say ever in your life. But like it was such a call out on your name.

“Dude that is so out of pocket” you're grinning while speaking out. “You need to stop hanging around Larry he's ruining your good guy persona”

“Stop it! You're trying to deflect that conversation! You and Sally are actually making us all lose our minds! When are you guys going to get together? ” Ash says. Looking at this intervention with Ash and Todd was almost comical to look at. Both of them really are not fighting the girl and gay best friend stereotype.

“In my defense, I'd like to know if you ever cornered Sal like you are with me!” In front of them you look like you're taking this as a joke but on the inside you've been shitting yourself trying to think of a way out of this. In actuality you've had such a massive crush on him for so long.

“Unlike popular belief we have eyes, so of course we've cornered him.” Todd rebutted.

“Well damn, Uhh im not sure if there is anything that I can say… say what did he say about me?” In response to that, Todd and Ash really deadpanned so hard it almost stabbed you.

“Depending on the information you tell us then we can decide what we can tell you” He continued.

“You guys suck– so maybe I like him an extremely small itty bitty bit but that really doesn't matter if he doesn't like me back” If they both couldn't deadpan anymore somehow they managed to do it in this instance.

Just a moment goes by and you hear shuffling at the bottom of the tree. A hushed voice started exclaiming.

“Sal! You just stepped on my foot you whore”

So this was a set up? You had no idea that Your friends were suicidal. Turning around you see the romance twins looking really nervous. In a flash all hell broke loose.

“Move! LARRY get out OF THE WAY!” Ash yelled while sprinting to the door of the treehouse.

Cut to you with a bag of ice on your ankle. Sitting in your room with Sally holding your ankle to make sure nothing falls off. Long story short while you were trying to hunt the three devils, you fell down a few of the steps in the ladder.

“So I heard you like me and itty bitty bit? Didn't know you were talking like a 5 year old now” Sal says.

“Oh come off it, maybe that toddler bean bag gave me a lobotomy while you were out” The feeling of it all being so tense. “But what if I do like you?” it's been so long that it really scared you that there was a chance that you could lose him.

“Then I would tell you to not stop. Maybe… for the past few years I really like you more than a bit”

“You know for a guy with blue hair, You’re really hot and maybe a little badass and maybe a little bit punk”

#sallyface x reader #ashley campbell #larry johnson #sally face #sal fisher #sally fisher #sally face todd #todd morrison #sal fisher x reader #sally face headcanons #sally face hcs #sal x reader

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beplerblurbs · 1 year

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matching hats s.r.

pairing: unistudent!ricky x gn seatmate!y/n

genre: fluff

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: intentional lowercase, reader is shorter than ricky(?), not proofread

prompt: your seatmate ricky. reminds of you of a cat. you like to crochet during lectures and end up making ricky a cat beanie!

you and the rest of the students scamble off the cramped bus rushing to get to your classes. there's been a traffic with freshmen moving in and parents wanting to make sure they're prepared and such.

it was a little annoying because you knew your lecture hall was filling up with every second the bus was trying to reach the university bus station through all the traffic.

eventually you reach your lecture hall along with a cluster of other students for your arts history class, not the most interesting thing on 9 am mondays...

you entered from the back of the classroom, you see the professor preparing her lesson way at the front and the back of many students as they murmur amongst themselves.

with about 90% of the seats already taken, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to sit on the stairs at this point. eyes wandering for an empty seat, blond head stood out with no one beside one of his seats.

walking down the steps to reach the mysterious guy "sorry, but is this seat taken?", oh... he's so cute

with styled bleach blond hair, thick eyebrows, curious eyes, slightly ajar lips and neck tattoo saying 'role model,' you were taken aback by his good looks.

"no, take a seat" a warm smile welcomed you to your seat before he went back to looking at his laptop to prep for class.

just as you get out your notebook, your professor starts the lecture.

"good morning class, hope the travel to class was great considering the beautiful weather today," ironic considering you're actual trip.

the professor goes through the basic course breakdown to help everyone gauge expectations. you're already writing down due dates in your notebook's calendar. the prof seems really chill and you appreciate that.

she switches her slideshow to a large text that says 'introduce yourself to your seat partner and tell them a fun fact'

"you guys see the screen... do it, i'll give you guys 2 minutes" the class giggles at her bluntness.

you put down your pen to focus on this mysterious guy. he's confident and relaxed, he avoids making the situation awkward and goes along with the professor's request.

"hi, i'm shen ricky. i'm an international student majoring in performance arts and... my fun fact is that my friends said i resemble a cat earlier today" he smiles to himself, seemingly unexpected fun fact he chose to share.

"oh? i dont see it exactly... nevermind, maybe i just need to know you more to see it hah."

you on the other hand can't seem to not be awkward, trying to smile through it "uhm anyways, i'm y/l/n y/n, and i'm a student under the entertainment management program and this is one of my electives. my fun fact is that i love to crochet, you'll probably see me do it in lecture at some point."

"ah!" you were startled by ricky's excitement, "crocheting sounds so fun, i need to learn it at some point." you turn slightly pink, seeing someone be so interested in your seemingly boring hobby.

ricky continues on, "i think that just means we have to be friends and sit in class together so you can teach me," suddenly, ricky's hand as his phone out with his new contact ready to be filled with your information.

"sure!... this isn't like flirting or anything right?" as much as you were attracted to ricky's looks, you always set boundaries for yourself for comfort. you wouldn't let some new blond guy mess that all up.

he scratched the back of his neck, "oh no, not at all, but i really apologise that I came off that way. i'm actually interested in crocheting though!" his genuine tone was enough for you to forgive him and give him your contact.

"okay class lets start with the first lesson," before you could even give him your phone to fill in his number, the professor quiet downed the class.

unknown number: hi it's ricky, boy from arts history.

you take a bite of your favourite late-night snack, gummy worms. you had started studying a bit and took a break to go to your closest convenience store.

y/n: hi! its y/n, why are you texting at this hour? lol

you change the contact name,

ricky: sorry are you busy? I just wanted to make sure you still wanted to sit next to me in class on wednesday, if not thats fine!!

you giggle to yourself, why does he text cute too...

y/n: oh no worries, i just got my daily dose of gummy worms haha

y/n: but yeah we can meet up before class and sit together! i'll make sure i'm early next time...

ricky: lol yeah maybe to get a good seat, i'm usually in the library an hour before class

ricky: just lmk and i'll wait for you

and with that the conversation ended just as you re-entered your apartment to get back to studying.

hes seems so sweet compared to his cold appearance.

getting up early wasn't your favourite activity, but ricky said he would be in the library at 8 am (like a crazy man) so you decided to give him some company and teach him how to crochet.

you come in the library with an iced coffee in hand and leftover gummy worms in the other. a distinct blond head and neck tattoo became proportionate as you closer. "how are you so awake at this hour?" you yawn sitting in the chair across from ricky's.

he laughs, "i try to eat a full meal, i don't know if gummies and coffee count as one," you disregard it, "yeah, yeah.”

you set down your food and pull out two small bundles of yarn and two crochet hooks. "one for you, one for me. which colour would you like?"

"green please!" (i miss rijeong) you slid the pale pastel green bundle to his side of the table, leaving you would the baby blue yarn.

an insightful and detailed lesson on crocheting and somehow ricky's chain fell apart 3 times. he was genuinely trying. you thought it would frustrate him but him seeing you giggle at his mistakes made ricky feel warm inside somehow.

you sighed and made ricky put down his hands from crocheting. "we should got go to class now, i'll teach you another time. take notes for me as a trade?" it was an offer ricky couldn't give up, in his head it gave himself a reason to talk to you even more.

ricky simply nodded and put the yarn and hook into his bag. you guys walked out of the library, heading to the library with 15 minutes to spare.

during class, you spent most of it crocheting while taking in the information and ricky took notes on his laptop. yet he was the one not really listening, he was focused on how endearing you looked simply crocheting and listening intently. you didn't notice that though.

you ended up making some cute hand rags that you needed for your kitchen. "thoughts?" you ask ricky while showing off your 30 minutes worth of time. his signature sweet smile arose "very stylish, you're so cool." his non-chalant remark made you blush and shyly put away your pieces as the professor had ended the lecture.

"same time friday?" ricky said standing up, backpack slung over one shoulder, "same time every lecture," you confidently spoke, smiling and quickly going to your next class.

you weren't even in rush, your next class was in 30 minutes. ricky stood still in the lecture hall smiling to himself.

every lecture you began making random pieces, eventually making a sweater, a scarf, mittens, cup holders, and the list goes on. some of these for you, and some for ricky.

you stopped going to your convenience store at night, you became accustomed to ricky getting you some gummy worms the next day. in return, you got him and yourself iced coffees for the day. suddenly being awake at 8 am wasn’t so tough

as well, everyday you and ricky were texting more, hanging out after classes, usually to cafes. ricky was able to make a progress and finish a small square, but the focus needed made him want to take a break from the hobby. he said he preferred watching you crochet anyways.

this is what friends do right? hang out, talk and laugh, share sentimental stories, get each other small gifts, hug tightly goodbye, holding hands...

your boundaries were loosening up. however, with how much you enjoyed ricky being with you, you didn't mind it.

you were tapping your coffee lid as a fidgeting habit, ricky doesn't even acknowledge it. there was a comfortable silence as he scrolled on his phone and you looked out the window with the warm sunlight yet the dead trees and snow in the plant beds. the winter made the outdoors almost unbearable as you hated the cold, but you felt warm next to ricky…

you turn your attention to ricky and his relaxed state, focusing on his screen. "hm." you made a noise that caught his attention, he rose his eyebrows as he shifted his focus to you. he put down his phone and rested his chin on his hand, elbow propping him up.

"what you thinking about?" not phased by his flirtatious antics at this point, you didn't move. "i guess you do look like a cat,” you poke one of his cheeks. now he was confused, "all of a sudden?"

"yeah! like you have big doe-y eyes and your cheekbones kinda resemble the follicle cheeks... you just need the ears and whiskers." you eye-smile at the thought of rickys 'intimidating' face with cute ears and drawn on whiskers.

rickys ears can't suppress his feelings anymore, they grow bright red and he turns away, looking outside to the bright outside. "whatever." you knew he liked it but you let it go.

"we should go to class now," ricky stands up with his bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to pack up and walk with him to class. you reply a quick 'okay' before you stand up.

ricky already has his hand out for you to hold. you intertwine fingers with him and walk to your guys' class.

sitting in class you had some pink yarn in hand but you can't think of making anything other than those cute cat beanies you've been seeing online. mainly because you really wanted to see ricky in one.

it was simple and quick to make so you made two, matching hats make such a cute pair.

ricky was still actively committed to the deal where he does notes while you crochet. you hid the two pieces in your bag when he was focused.

"yah, what'd you make this time, i didn't even notice you finished it early"

you both walk out of class early and felt a strong wind chill hit both of your faces. ricky hides his face in the scarf you made before in class. "its so cold still, are you cold?" you see ricky's breath in the air.

"well i think this will warm us up," you smile pulling out the hats from your side bag pocket.

he makes a little happy 'o' face, ready to cherish the next crocheted piece you made. "ouu, what is it? what is it?" his eagerness made you smile big, and ask him to close his eyes.

he closes them quickly, eager to see what it is. you snuggly put on his cute pink cat beanie on his head, and then your own. "okay! open!"

ricky is completely whipped for you seeing your adorable face and a cute cat hat. "you're so cute, what about me? what do i look like?" he quickly pulls out his phone to swipe to the camera app and see what he got.

"the same one dork, aren't matching hats cute?" you can't even hide your smile, the cold was helping you look like your bright red cheeks were appropriate for the weather.

ricky had slowly begun to recognise your soft, vulnerable side had been coming out when you were with him. you were truly comfortable around him and it made him melt inside.

you suddenly felt your face smushed up against ricky's chest, a warm hug. "thank you y/n. it is cute" his little giggle came out as a vibration against your ear. you were also melting.

you look up at him and everything felt perfect. "hey ricky?"

"hm?"

"i love you."

a moment of comfortable silence, with the warmth of his heart heating up yours, you knew what he felt too.

"i love you too, y/n"

author's note: this ended up being longer than i expected........ i hope u enjoy the ricky fluff </3pls send in requests!!!!

#boys planet #mnet boys planet #kpop #lee jeonghyeon #shen ricky #zerobaseone #zerobase1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 #zb1 drabbles #zb1 x reader #zb1 ricky #zb1 scenarios #beplerblurbsfic

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strawberrystepmom · 9 months

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THE BALLAD OF LOVE AND HATE - PART I

jedi padawan!geto suguru x princess!f reader. part of the jjk star wars au. wc 2.1k. divider thanks to @/saradika!

PT. II

The one thing they never taught you during your lessons growing up is how dull the life of a Princess can become.

You attend meetings alongside your father, all glistening teeth and foamy gowns hoping to woo the senators into standing by your side should conflict ever occur. They don’t include you in their conversations but you always sit on the fringes of where they do, eyes averted elsewhere hoping they won’t catch on. It has always suited you to remember that not all delegates from their respective planets view women in politics as kindly as your father does, demurring away from questions about your future posed by those who may find it distasteful for you to admit your ambitions to become senator someday.

So you sit. Elbow resting on the table in front of you, the smooth cool marble grounding to your wandering mind, chin in your palm. Boredom begins to creep into the edges of your mind as you swing your feet beneath the table but you turn upon hearing your name from behind.

Approaching, your father. In tow? The most handsome man you’ve ever seen draped in gray robes.

Dark hair tied back in a tidy half bun off of his face is the first thing you notice, shining like an onyx figurine that sits on your dresser, a gift from the home planet of one of your closest allies. His eyes are sharp, astute, and his nose is elegant in a way you aren’t sure you’ve seen before. Your breath sticks in your throat and you try to make sense of your surroundings, adjusting your posture and smoothing down the skirt of your dress as you stand to greet them.

You wonder if he isn’t a figment of your imagination. A young man sprung into life thanks to the romantic fantasies you’re only allowed to entertain as you listen to your handmaidens speak of their dalliances after you’ve been tucked safely into your bed and left to dream. They kiss, they hug, they feel fingers across places on their body you can only imagine being touched in.

You smile kindly but you seethe with jealousy beneath the surface upon hearing about these situations, dozing off beneath your soft covers with a scowl.

As someone would, you tend to dream of love. The kind that soothes the loneliness that comes with being perceived as unapproachable. People bow to you but never look you in the eye, a fact that makes you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Posture slumping, undoing the work you just put in to appear regal, you look less a princess and potential future senator and more the child recently turned woman that you are.

“My dear,” your father’s disapproving voice drags you from the recesses of your mind and you are dropped cruelly back into a reality where a dark haired dream stands in front of you, padawan braid cascading down his shoulder. Your heart stops at the sight. It doesn’t matter how handsome you find him, that braid means one thing and one thing only.

Off limits, you remind yourself so many times in a second it becomes a swarm inside of your head. Off limits. Off limits. Off limits.

Bowing, you put on your best smile and give the young Jedi your name. He smiles back, warmth emanating from the look and you wish you had never seen it. You wish he’d avert his gaze like everyone else does but amber eyes meet your own, locked in place.

“I’m Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.”

Nervously, you extend your hand in his direction and he takes it with a bow. Chivalrous as you’d expect a man of his station to be, it gives you chills when he stands back up to his full height, much taller than you are. Breath catches again but you keep the awareness of being watched by a room full of party goers prickling at your senses to keep yourself somewhat calm.

“The pleasure is mine,” you return kindly while dropping your hand back at your side when his fingers release their hold on it. The rest of the room falls away, your focus locked on him as you wonder how this could happen to you.

“I’ll let the two of you speak.”

Suddenly, your nerves flare and you struggle to find the words to even appear diplomatic in his presence.

It’s not that you haven’t been around young men before - dozens of them are your contemporaries and you socialize with them regularly - but you’ve never been around someone who has made you feel like this before. Sweat slicked palms with a dry mouth, thoughts racing and stomach turning. Before you can think about it too deeply, he offers relief by starting the conversation himself.

“Lively bunch tonight, isn’t it?”

You laugh, looking around the room to see the stoic faces of many grumpy old men all too pleased to sit around and complain while swilling the sweet wine made from berries your planet is known for. They’ll drink their fill, discuss their politics, and be gone in the morning. It has been the same all your life, since you were only knee high to your father and looking up at the faces of the delegates that now use canes to get around the grand banquet hall.

“Livelier now that you’re here.” Your remark is honest, noticing the guests casting their eyes in the direction of the two of you and muttering amongst themselves. “It’s rare we are visited by Jedi unless something bad is happening.”

He chuckles and you want to sigh at the sound. It’s velvety, deep. Rich like the cake you had on your recently celebrated birthday that welcomed you into adulthood and you wonder if it would be greedy of you to make him laugh more just to commit the sound to memory.

“Master Yaga was invited tonight and allowed me to accompany him. He said it would be good to get to know the people we work closest with.”

Smiling, you nod. You know Master Yaga very well, someone who has been your protector on more than one trip you’ve taken alongside your family or on your own outreach missions, and you cannot be happier for Suguru that he is being taught by a man you consider one of the best you’ve ever met. Kind without trying too hard, brave without seeming arrogant - he’s the perfect Master for the young man at your side and it fills your gut with butterflies to imagine him growing into a man similar to his mentor.

“He’s right. We tend to like you more if we have the chance to know you first,” you joke and he laughs again. Internally, you pat yourself on the back for entertaining him although you know it’s unbecoming and the delegates are certainly going to whisper.

The two of you have started to walk through the hall and toward the open balcony doors, taking small unhurried steps toward your destination to ensure that the conversation is not interrupted. You take a cursory glance around the crowd and spot Master Yaga standing in the opposite corner but he does not glance back, focused on the enthusiastic conversation between himself and the delegate from Coruscant.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

The young man considers your question for a moment before nodding, hands resting on either side of his belt with his thumbs hooked in the loops. He seems so casual and it makes you feel more anxious, eagerly darting your eyes around the room to look at anything but him.

“I am, the hosts have been gracious and wonderful.”

The hosts being yourself and your father, of course. Your cheeks heat at the compliment and you welcome the cool evening breeze over your warm face as the two of you finally cross the threshold between inside and out. Thinking back, you imagine all of the times prior you’ve stood on this very balcony and looked out over the city below you. You’re familiar with every corner and alley yet you feel as though you have never experienced any of it at all.

Choosing to sit rather than stand, you settle on a stone bench and he follows suit, sitting beside you. The two of you do not touch but you still feel electric, being this close to a man you just met sending your head spinning. The silence isn’t awkward but you can tell he’s beginning to feel uncomfortable, perhaps being this close and alone with a young woman, so he speaks.

“It’s very late, Princess. I’m surprised they let you party into the dawn with the rest of them.”

Laughing, you shake your head and realize that you do feel a bit tired. You’ve been at this for hours, listening and waiting and watching and perhaps it is past your usual bedtime. Despite being an adult, your schedule remains structured in case you’re needed to tend to your regular duties and you’re surprised that your attendant has not come to find you yet to usher you away.

You’re glad she hasn’t, looking to your left to admire Suguru’s profile. If she had you would have missed this, the way the stars shine behind him and the gentle dark of the night makes you feel as if everyone else has fully disappeared.

“I suppose I’m a little worn,” you mumble. Head feeling heavier than it did just a minute ago, you blink slowly to try and encourage yourself to wake up, hoping you can will a cool breeze to blow once again and revive you but it doesn’t. You just feel comfortable and safe and before you know it, your eyes start to shut and you struggle to open them back up, your neck relaxing as your head leans to your left.

As you fall asleep, your cheek resting gently on his shoulder and your lips puffed out in a sweet pout, he looks over your face, he knows in his gut that it’s trouble. The two of you shouldn’t even be this close but he has a responsibility, given orders by your father to keep you out of trouble tonight and who is he to deny a sleepy princess a comfortable place to rest her head?

Looking down, his eyes dance over your face. You look like a delicate doll, something he knows is intentional to keep you non threatening, but your spirit shines so brightly it almost makes your eyes sparkle when they’re open.

Off limits, Suguru’s thoughts echo your own and he looks away from you, lifting his face and searching the party for your guards and father to escort you home.

He feels it too, the gravitational pull, but this was not meant for the two of you and something like this is only bound to end in heartache for both of you.

Anxiously, he looks around and spots a worried looking young woman who appears to be a little younger than you approaching, rubbing her hands against the fabric of her skirt that looks identical to the one you’re wearing. You must be with her, he reasons quickly and he offers a smile in return.

“I think she had a little too much fun,” he jokes and the young woman laughs, reaching out to gently place her hand on your shoulder and shake you. Your lashes flutter open and you squint to get used to your surroundings, jumping slightly as you look up and see dark eyes staring back down at you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head, the same smile he has cast in your direction all night across his lips.

“Nothing to apologize for but promise me you’ll let her take you to bed.”

Giggling, feeling awkward and uncertain of what else to do, you nod in agreement. Your advisor reaches her hand out and helps you up and you fight the urge to whine at the loss of the warmth of Suguru’s body against your shoulder. He remains seated, frozen in place as he watches you rise, and you cast a glance over your shoulder as you’re hurried away. Your lashes flutter as you blink, still groggy, but you smile so warmly it’s all he can look at.

“I hope we see each other again soon, Suguru.”

He bows his head, clasping his hands together in his lap.

“I hope the same, Princess.”

Off limits, he reminds himself one final time as he watches you work your way back into the throng of people standing in the banquet room. Despite his kind words he hopes he does not see you again.

If he does, he knows you’ll become the one thing a Jedi is not to have - an attachment.

#kendall writes #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk star wars au #it takes a galaxy collab

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bitterbeanren · 5 months

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Just a Little Longer

Kamisato Ayato x Reader

Summary: Now that things have quieted down after the winter festival, you feel it’s time to celebrate with a hot pot party. Ayaka has insisted that you invite Ayato personally.

A/N: My gift for @laurequenta

I had a lot of fun writing this! Ayaka and Thoma are such shippers in their own subtle and sometimes less subtle ways.

Happy Holidays!

~*~

After the winter festival concluded, work around the Kamisato estate and your own family’s estate calmed down, and the weather became even colder, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to play another hot pot game. You had gone to the Komore Teahouse to ask Thoma what he thought (as well as play with Taroumaru), and he had happily agreed to participate. You’d just taken off your haori and scarf and hung them when Ayaka arrived as well. After hearing your idea, Ayaka grew excited about having a hot pot party too. Then, she insisted that you need to be the one to let the Head of the Kamisato Clan know about the plan and invite him as well.

You don’t mind. Your families had worked together for generations, your mothers had been close, and you considered him a dear friend. You’d known each other since childhood after all. You had fond memories of walks in the gardens, studying and comparing notes after lessons, of playing together with Ayaka, and of him showing you what he’d learned about sword fighting. You remember going to the Narukami Shrine together for New Years, warming your hands with cups of amazake and checking fortunes. When you think back on those times, you realize that you actually spent a fair amount of time together. A good chunk of your youth was spent at the Kamisato Estate and with the eldest Kamisato sibling. At least that was the case until Ayato took over the position of clan head. He became significantly busier after that.

As the years passed you maintained a good friendship with Ayaka and Thoma, however, you still felt fondest of the eldest Kamisato despite your differing paths.

Even now that you are adults, because you know of his fondness for odd snacks, whenever you see something you think he would enjoy you would get it for him. When you were able to give him the unique treats in person, his gaze would soften and the small smile that appeared on his face felt more… genuine. But when you weren’t able to give them to him yourself, he would send a letter describing the goods almost like a review column belonging in something from the Yae Publishing House. It never fails to make you smile. And when the two of you do get to spend time together, it’s like nothing has changed… provided that the two of you aren’t in public or are alone. When you do see him at events, there’s an air of formality around him that makes him feel more distant.

You much prefer being around him when he doesn’t need to put up a front.

“Master Ayato said he would be taking a walk around Hanamizaka, ___,” Thoma informs with a smile. “He didn’t leave too long ago.”

“Oh, you should go over now and invite him! I don’t believe he has any plans for tonight, so we could meet back here with ingredients in a few hours to have the hot pot party,” Ayaka claps her hands together with a warm expression on her face. “And if he is busy, then we could have one with just the three of us. Would that work for you?”

You look up thoughtfully before giving the younger Kamisato a nod. “I’ll need to send word to my family, but I don’t have any other commitments today.”

“Would you like me to send the message to your estate while you check in with my lord?” Thoma tilts his head to the side cutely.

“That would be much appreciated, Thoma,” you smile politely and wave goodbye before making your way towards Hanamizaka. “I’ll see you two soon. Jya ne!”

As you make your way through the city, you can see your breath come out in puffs. It’s cold— and you can feel the chill through your kimono even though you’re wearing one of your thicker ones. Ayato certainly was bold— most Inazumans avoided being out in this temperature. But perhaps that was why he felt comfortable to walk about— he’d never been fond of crowds, especially after he’d become clan head. It was important to keep up public appearances when part of a noble household, and since Ayaka was well-loved by the people, Ayato could get away with being in the shadows so long as his few appearances were viewed positively.

The street vendors are still manning their stalls even though business is slow, but they were more prepared for the weather than you. They wear scarves and hats as well proper outer layers. Drat— you should have grabbed your scarf at least before leaving the teahouse. You mentally kick yourself and bring your fingertips up to your mouth, attempting to use your breath to warm them. When you next glance up, you see Ayato making his way towards you, an easy smile playing on his lips.

“Ayato!” You beam at him when he stops in front of you, one hand on his hip as he furrows his brows.

“Aren’t you cold, ___?” The man asks, you nod your head sheepishly.

“Ayaka and Thoma told me you were around here, and I forgot to put my layers back on before I went looking for you.”

“When you say it like that, it makes it sound like it’s my fault you’re cold,” Ayato chuckles, taking off his scarf and looping it around your neck. “Honestly… what could be so important that you’d forget? Surely seeing me isn’t worth catching a cold over.”

“We’re going to have a hot pot party tonight,” you explain, subconsciously nuzzling into the warm fabric and laughing with a hint of embarrassment, “since things have quieted down, I thought it’d be nice for all of us to get together again.”

“Ayaka must have insisted you invite me personally. Am I correct?”

“She did. But I would have invited you regardless.”

Ayato’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned in a bit closer. “Truly?”

You roll your eyes. “Have you so little trust in me, Ayato? We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

The Yashiro Commissioner gave you a noncommittal shrug. “It seems like these days I only see you when you’re with Ayaka and Thoma. I suppose I’ve been feeling a bit… neglected.”

“A hot pot party with just the two of us wouldn’t have nearly as much variety,” you shrug in response. “So, would you like to join us? We could get ingredients together.”

Ayato takes a moment to consider his response before letting out a sigh and securing his scarf around your neck. “Let’s find something interesting at least. Where did you find those sea urchin chocolates last time, ___?”

He already knows, of course. He’s the Yashiro Commissioner after all. But still, Ayato asks.

“If I tell you my source, then how will I be able to surprise you anymore?” You joke lightly.

“I’d never refuse a gift from you, even if it was uninteresting.”

“That doesn’t mean you’d like a boring gift.”

“I’d like any gift from you. We’re… childhood friends, after all.”

You place your hands on your hips. “Even so, the fun of finding weird things to put in hotpot comes from using perfectly normal things that don’t belong in hotpot. Ayaka still wins for using cake that one time… I need to think of something incredibly normal but just as upsetting for us to discover.”

The two of you begin to walk towards various stalls together, chatting as you go. “Perhaps… sunsettia?” Ayato offers as an idea.

“In Liyue there is a soup dish that uses sunsettia as the main ingredient,” You reply with a shake of your head. “So… adding sunsettias feels as though I’d be playing off that dish. Oranges, though… that might be fun…”

“Depending on what other ingredients are added, I imagine that the inclusion of orange slices would be quite novel.”

“But see, now that you know I’m considering it, that makes it less fun.”

You don’t notice how Ayato’s expression softens as the two of you continue, still shooting ideas back and forth. Being together feels so natural that you don’t even realize when you’ve taken his arm, purchasing a variety of normal and unique ingredients to bring to the hot pot party. Or maybe you choose not to notice, happy to bask in your closeness. Normally you aren’t this close while in public, but the lack of people on the streets make both of you more comfortable.

You’re childhood friends, after all. Of course it’s natural for the two of you to be close, despite everything. It’s something that both of you remember and remind yourselves whenever you end up standing closer than most would comfortably be. Whenever you find yourselves staring or thinking of the other for a moment too long.

There is no shortage of people vying for Kamisato Ayato’s attention these days. But you were there before. Back when the clan was struggling and the future was uncertain— be it because of foolish, childish innocence or loyalty, you had been and continue to be there for him even if only in the most miniscule of ways.

It begins to snow and Ayato adjusts his scarf on you. It’s cold, you really should have brought your own scarf and haori. But you want to enjoy being like this a little longer— together, chatting and carrying ingredients as you walk down the quiet streets back to the Komore Teahouse. Normally, you wouldn’t get to do this. Ayato had an image to uphold, after all. People would talk, seeing you two acting so familiar… but would either of you really mind, if they did?

He laughs at something sassy that you mutter under your breath, a fond look in his eyes, and you think you’ll be able to handle the cold for a bit longer.

Just a little longer.

#gixrsecretsanta2023 #ayato x reader #genshin impact #kamisato ayato

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lupinmoonlight · 1 year

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Submission Part 3: Obedience

Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 1 Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules

Summary - Your fantasies to be dominated finally become true. Professor Lupin leaves a mark of ownership on your skin and tests your willingness to submit to him. You also lose your BJ v-card on your knees in his quarters. (4,062 words)

Warnings - smut, teacher/student relationship, heavy D/s undertones, professor/sir kink, rules, mention of pushing limits, mention of safeword, self-degradation, LOTS of "good girl" and "Yes, Sir", oral sex (reader giving), swallowing, mentions of bruises, spanking, being tied up, very light innocence kink if you squint, marking, my grammar.

Notes - This is not proof-read. Almost just pure smut. I had a lot of fun writing this one. This is also my longest piece. Still not sure where I am going with this, I just want it to be kinky. I know how out of character this is for Lupin, but I still try to keep some of his traits in this.

You were staring at your reflection in the mirror, meticulously pulling your hair into a neat bun like he had instructed. Every strand felt significant, every lock a piece of the puzzle you were stepping into or rather, diving into. The collar of your uniform felt tighter than usual, your exposed neck, just for him, sending a chill down your spine. This was real. And there was no going back.

You attended your morning classes in a daze, barely aware of your surroundings, the voices of your professors sounding distant and muffled. You tired to focus, but your mind was elsewhere, the memory of you standing between his legs as he gave you commands taking up all the space in your head.

When it was finally time for your DADA class, your heart pounded in your chest. You suddenly regretted having all those fantasies and acting on them. You were dumb. A dumb, horny teenager desperate to be dominated by her professor. Desperate to give in, to submit, to be used. You took your usual seat, consciously trying to keep your breathing steady. You were filled with a weird mix of nervousness and excitement as Professor Lupin entered the classroom, his gaze momentarily meeting yours before he began the lesson.

As the class progressed, you noticed his gaze lingering on you more often than usual. Every time he looked at you, his eyes would drop to your neck, observing the exposed skin there. The heat that spread through your body was both exhilarating and terrifying, like you were going to combust, leaving you feeling breathless and flustered.

His voice, usually so soothing and calming, felt different today. Every word he spoke seemed to be laced with an undercurrent of something more, something only the two of you were privy to. Each time he said your name, it felt like a secret shared, a promise made. However, he gave no indication of any change in your relationship, but those lingering glances, the slight change in his tone when addressing you, were enough to make you want to kneel right then and there. Pathetic.

Dinner felt like a strange dream, the food tasteless in your mouth as your mind raced with possibilities of what the event might hold. Would he bend you over and fuck you senseless? Would he slowly tease you and make you beg for his touch? Was he even going to touch you? You didn't even care at that point. You would take anything he gave you. You wanted him, needed him.

You finally left the Great Hall, your heart pounding in your chest, barely able to breathe, and made your way to Professor Lupin's quarters. The hallways, usually so familiar and comforting, felt alien tonight. You cursed yourself for being so nervous. You had willingly put yourself in this situation, yet at that moment, it was like you wanted to run away from it, the anxiety consuming you entirely.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself before knocking softly. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing him standing there, his expression calm and composed.

"Come in," he said simply, stepping aside to let you enter. As you crossed the threshold, you felt like you were going to combust. His quarters were warm and inviting, a reflection of the man consuming your thoughts. A roaring fire cast flickering shadows across the room, bathing everything in a soft, golden light. It smelled of tea, fresh parchment, and something uniquely him. You were dizzy, nauseous, aroused, absolutely intoxicated.

"Sit," he gestured towards a chair near the fireplace. You did as you were told, your hands nervously clutching at the edge of your skirt. He took a seat opposite you, his gaze steady and serious.

"Before we continue," he began, his voice firm yet gentle, "we need to discuss the possible consequences and punishments if you fail to follow my instructions. It's important that you understand what is expected of you, and that you agree to these terms."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing. "Are you ready to hear them?"

You swallowed hard and forced yourself to maintain eye contact with him. "Yes," you finally let out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He arched an eyebrow, a clear sign that you'd made a mistake. "Yes, what?" he corrected, his tone stern.

You blinked, realizing your error. "Yes, Sir," you corrected yourself, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Good. Firstly, if you fail to maintain eye contact or address me properly during our sessions, you will lose privileges. This could mean that our sessions are shortened or certain activities are taken off the table."

You nodded, feeling the heat pool between your legs. The simple act of him giving you a mundane instruction was enough to make your breath hitch in your throat, and you hated yourself for it. He was your weakness and you could not deny it.

"Secondly," he continued, "if you fail to follow my instructions, either inside or outside our sessions, you will be given a chance to explain yourself. However, if I find your explanation unsatisfactory or if it happens repeatedly, you may be subjected to physical punishments. These may include, but are not limited to, spankings, or standing in the corner for a predetermined amount of time. Do you understand?"

You felt your heart race at the thought of such punishments. Were they even punishments for you? You were ready to beg to be spanked by him, to be manhandled, humiliated, but you managed to reply, "Yes, Sir."

"Very good," he continued, satisfied. "Lastly, I must remind you that if you ever feel uncomfortable, unsafe, or overwhelmed, you must tell me immediately. Failing to do so will be considered a breach of our agreement and may lead to the termination of our arrangement. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," you said, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension. You went into this thinking you wouldn't have any limits, but how far would he be pushing you? And how much were you able to let go entirely?

He nodded, satisfied with your response, and leaned back in his chair, studying you with a focused gaze. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and it was oddly thrilling.

"Are you ready to proceed to the next part of our session?" he asked, his voice steady and calm.

"Yes, Sir," you replied again, feeling as if you were going to pass out.

"Good," he said, nodding in approval. "Stand up."

You quickly rose to your feet, your legs slightly shaky beneath you. His gaze never left you, taking in your every move, every reaction. It was dark, intense, almost predatory. A stark contrast to the kind and soft professor you were used to see in the classroom.

He stood up from his chair, moving to stand in front of you. "Kneel," he commanded. You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing, but eventually obeyed. Sinking to your knees on the plush rug in front of him.

He looked down at you, his gaze softening. "I can see you're nervous," he said, his voice gentle. "It's okay. I want you to relax and let me take over completely. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes Sir," you managed to whisper, your gaze flickering up to meet his.

He watched you, his gaze steady and patient. "Good girl," he praised, the words sending a jolt of electricity between your legs. You felt a rush of warmth at his words, a sense of pride that made you eager to please him further.

"Now," he said, his voice taking a more serious tone, "I want you to take off your shirt. Slowly."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as you were told, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and sliding off your shoulders, leaving yourself exposed to him, your eyes locked with his.

He walked around you, his gaze taking in your bare upper body, burning into your skin, the anticipation making you shiver. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was something exhilarating about it, too. You were baring yourself to him, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

"Stay still," he instructed, his voice low and soft. You felt the tip of his wand touch your back, and you braced yourself for what was to come.

With slow, deliberate movements, he traced a pattern on your skin. It felt like a soft burn, not painful but intense. You bit your lip to keep from making a sound, your body tense.

The mark he left was intricate and beautiful. It resembled the moon in its various phases, starting from a full moon at the top of your spine, gradually waning to a crescent at the small of your back, only to wax back into a full moon. The lines were smooth and seamless, glowing faintly against your skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured, tracing the mark with his fingers. His touch was feather-light, but it was enough to make you shiver. "You've done well, taking the marking so bravely. Good girl."

Another rush of warmth spread through your chest at his words, at the pride in his voice. Your heart was racing, your skin tingling under his touch, but you felt more alive than you had in a long time.

"Remember," he said, his voice serious, "this mark is a symbol of our bond, of the trust between us. It's a reminder of the rules, the consequences, and the promise we've made to each other."

"Yes, Sir," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you, his eyes searching your face. "Now, it's important for you to be able to express your desires openly and honestly," he said, his voice firm. "I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Use your words, and keep your eyes on me."

You felt your cheeks burn, your heart race. It was one thing to think about your fantasies, to imagine them in the privacy of your own mind, but to say them out loud, to admit them to him…was terrifying.

You tried to look at him, to meet his gaze, but your eyes kept darting away, unable to hold his steady stare. "Eyes on me," he reminded you, and you forced yourself to look back at him.

It took a few moments to find your voice, to gather the courage to say the words out loud. "I… I want you to… to take control, to… to make me submit to you."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Go on," he urged, his voice soft but insistent.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to continue. "I want you to… to touch me, Sir. To push me to my limits, to make me… beg for your touch. To spank me until I can't speak anymore."

He leaned in slightly, his eyes locked with yours. "What else?" he asked.

You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I want you to… to tie me up, Sir. To bind me, to keep me helpless under your control."

He took a moment, studying your face, your eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation, fear, or uncertainty. Finding none, he nodded, his expression serious yet gentle.

"Stand up," he instructed firmly. "I want you to trust me. Let me guide you."

You stood, your legs a little shaky but your resolve strong.

"Good," he murmured, a note of approval in his voice. "Now, I want you to put your hands behind your back."

As you did as he instructed, he conjured a piece of silk rope, long and soft. Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached you, the rope in his hands.

He saw the look in your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Sir," you managed to whisper, your throat dry.

"Good," he said softly, before he started to tie your hands behind your back. His touch was gentle, the knots firm but not too tight, allowing enough room for your skin to breathe.

"Now, let's see about that spanking you asked for," he said as he sat back in his chair, guiding you over his lap, your hands still bound behind your back. His touch was firm yet gentle, making sure you were comfortable. He lifted up your skirt, making it pool around your waist, and slowly pulled down your panties, revealing your bare skin.

The first smack landed on your backside without warning, a sting that made you gasp. It wasn't painful, just surprising.

"Good girl," he praised. "You're doing well."

He continued, each smack making your body jolt, your skin tingle. You could feel the heat spreading between your legs. You were wet, the mix of pain and pleasure that was so intense, so arousing. You bit your lip and breathed deeply. It was all you could do to keep yourself from squirming. You could feel a bulge insistently pressing against your lower abdomen, a sign you were not the only one finding this arousing.

He would pause every now and then, his hand gently rubbing your ass, soothing the sting. His touch was comforting, grounding, a reminder that he was there, that he was in control, but that he was also taking care of you.

When he finally stopped, you were panting, your skin hot, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Good girl," he murmured, helping you sit in his lap. His eyes were soft, his voice full of praise. He placed his hands on your bare thighs, his hard length now pressing against your abused ass through his trousers.

He untied your hands, his touch gentle as he rubbed your wrists, soothing the slight sting from the ropes. He scanned your body for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, he stood from his chair, guiding you up to your feet. "On your knees," he ordered in a calm, steady voice.

You did as you were told, slowly sinking to the floor until your knees hit the soft rug beneath you, your eyes perfectly levelled with the evident arousal straining against the fabric of his trousers. Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached you, his steps slow and measured. His hand found its way into your hair, threading through the strands and closing into a firm grip. He tugged lightly, tilting your head upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious, dark with desire.

Your cheeks heated up as he tightened his grip on your hair, pulling your head closer to him, a silent command that made your heart race.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as a knot of anxiety formed in your stomach. "Sir… I… I've never…" you started, your voice shaky.

He paused at your confession, his gaze softening. "It's alright," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I will guide you. But I will not ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Are you willing to proceed?"

"Yes, Sir," you replied, the knot in your stomach loosening slightly at his words.

His free hand reached down, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down just enough to free his hard length. He glanced down at you, his eyes locking with yours. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

You nodded, whispering, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he murmured. He positioned you properly, your hands resting on his thighs as he guided you forward. "I want you to start by kissing and licking the length of me, getting a feel for it."

Tentatively, you followed his instructions, placing soft, hesitant kisses along his length before using your tongue to explore his contours. He continued to hold your hair, guiding your movements as needed.

"Good girl," he praised again. "Now, take the head into your mouth, and slowly work your way down."

You did as he instructed, the intimacy of the act causing your heart to race. He guided your head with gentle pressure, his fingers still tangled in your hair. "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," he advised, his voice never faltering.

As you continued, you found yourself getting lost in the sensation of him filling your mouth. You tried to be careful, to keep your teeth out of the way, to pleasure him. He was big, making your jaw hurt in a delightful way.

After giving you time to adjust to the new sensation, he took more control over the movements, his hand in your hair holding you in place as he slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth. "Keep your eyes on me," he commanded when you momentarily looked away, and you quickly refocused your gaze on his. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing well. Just breathe."

You tried your best to follow his advice, to relax and just breathe, but you couldn't help but tense up as he pushed further, the unfamiliar sensation making you choke slightly. He paused immediately, pulling back a bit and giving you time to adjust.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, Sir," you managed to say, your voice muffled around his cock stuffing your mouth.

He began to move again, his eyes never leaving yours as he thrusted slowly and deliberately, hitting the back of your throat every time, making you gag.

"Relax your throat for me," he instructed, ensuring that you pleasured him as he desired. "That's it…just like that," he commanded, his voice low and gruff, thick with desire.

His breath hitched as you took him deeper, causing him to let out a low growl of approval. The sight of you on your knees, teary eyed, with your swollen lips stretched around him drove him closer to the edge. He could feel his release building, the familiar coil in his lower abdomen tightening with every passing second. But he didn't want this to end, not just yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to draw out this sweet torture for as long as he could.

"Good girl…you're doing so well," he praised, his voice barely above a whisper. The praise made you feel warm, a sense of accomplishment washing over you.

You focused on your breathing, on his voice, on the sensation of him in your mouth. The taste of him on your tongue, his hand tightly gripping your hair, the sound of his growl every time he hit the back of your throat…it was intoxicating, it was enough to make you come right then and there. But this was not about you, it was about his pleasure, about him dominating you in the most intimate way. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the thought, your hands gripping his thighs in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Keep your eyes on me," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "Don't look away." And as you complied, your gaze locking with his, he felt a sense of possessiveness wash over him.

His thrusts became more urgent and forceful, and you struggled to keep up, your jaw growing tired and your eyes watering. But you were determined not to disappoint him, so you pushed through the discomfort.

His grip on your hair tightened, his breaths becoming ragged. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

His words sent a jolt of anticipation through you, your heart pounding in your chest. He was trusting you with this, with his pleasure, his release.

He looked down at you, his gaze intense. "Swallow for me," he commanded, his voice low and hoarse.

The command was a shock and made your heart pound in your chest, a flush creeping up your cheeks. But you nodded, ready to obey, ready to please him.

In one final deep thrust, he groaned, his release washing over him as he spilled himself in your mouth. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

You could feel his cock pulse on your tongue, the warm salty liquid filling your mouth. You struggled, the sensation and taste overwhelming. But his grip on your hair remained firm, holding you there as he watched you swallow down his seed, some of it dribbling down your chin.

When he finally pulled away, there was a moment of silence, a pause filled with heavy breaths and the pounding of your heart. He looked down at you with a gentle but intense gaze, his thumb wiping away the salty remnants of his release. He brought it up to your lips, and without hesitation, you opened your mouth to suck it clean, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. The sight was sinful enough to make his cock twitch once more.

After a moment, he helped you to your feet. His touch was soft, caring as he helped you put your shirt back on. The fabric was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat still emanating from the mark he had left on your back.

He stepped back, studying you for a moment. Then, he reached out, his hand coming up to cup your chin. "I have a new rule for you," he said, his voice low and serious.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You are not to touch yourself without my explicit permission," he stated, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you understand?"

You nodded, a rush of excitement coursing through you, although you couldn't deny the disappointment. You weren't sure how you would be able to hold out once you were on your own with your filthy mind, replaying tonight's encounter. "Yes, Sir."

"Good," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Then, he moved to your neck, his lips pressing against the soft skin. You could feel the pressure build, a sharp sting as he sucked a deep red mark onto your skin. The sensation was both pleasurable and painful, a reminder of your submission to him.

His voice was a whisper against your skin as he spoke next. "Tomorrow," he began, pulling away to look at you, "I want you to wear no panties for our next session."

You swallowed hard, nodding in understanding. "Yes, Sir."

He smiled at you, his expression soft. "Now, off you go. I expect you to complete your homework and go to bed early. Rest up; you'll need your energy for our next session."

You looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of excitement, anticipation, and gratitude. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

With a final, lingering touch to your cheek, he sent you on your way, his gaze following you as you left his quarters. The night air was cool against your heated skin as you made your way back to your dormitory, your mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired, and what was to come.

As you lay in bed that night, the red mark on your neck throbbing gently, your skin tingling with an afterglow that made your knees weak. You couldn't shake off the memory of his touch, his voice, his gaze - it was all too much, too overwhelming, and you were desperate to touch yourself.

Every nerve in your body was screaming for his touch, his command. You wanted to feel his hand threading through your hair again, his fingers gripping firmly. You wanted to hear his low, firm voice, instructing you, guiding you, praising you. You craved the sense of surrender, the thrill of obedience, the intoxicating rush of relinquishing control.

Another part of you hated feeling so submissive, so weak, so desperate. You hated the fact that you needed him, that you wanted him. It was confusing, conflicting. And yet, there was something about him – something that drew you in, something that made you want to submit, to surrender. His gentle yet firm demeanor, his patient understanding, his stern but caring guidance – it all made you feel seen, heard, valued.

Your fingers traced the red mark on your neck - a constant reminder of your submission, of your surrender. Your throat was sore from being used. Your scalp was sensitive from having your hair pulled. You could still feel his hand on your backside. He was everywhere. On your skin, in your mouth, in your stomach. And it was perfect. And you wanted more, needed more, craved more.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #dom!remus lupin #smut #remus lupin x student #d/s

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m0chis-cafe · 1 year

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how i think savanaclaw dorm members would kiss you

word count; 1.5k

warnings; slight talk of self doubt/shutting people out (jack)

characters: Leona, Ruggie, Jack

Leona kingscholar🦁

-you cannot tell me this man wouldn't give you kisses while he's half asleep (i mean when isn't he half asleep...)

-his lips are dry, I'm sorry. his unique spell makes everything sand, but if you started putting chapstick on him he'd allow it

-if you try to leave while he's taking a nap during classes with you he drags you back down and starts kissing you until you agree to stay

-he's a lazy lion and his kisses are too. really slow and just kinda chill (unless you try leaving during one of his naps...)

-often kisses your forehead and neck/jaw

-sidenote; not about Leona kissing you, but I feel like he would melt if you kissed on or near his ears. just-food for thought don't mind me

-doesn't care about PDA

-would kiss you right in front of ruggie or jack, he just doesn't care

-if you did care he would dial it back, he just likes showing everyone your his

While sitting in magic history with Ruggie he got a text. All he did was groan and show you his phone, glancing up from your textbook you saw it was from Leona. He was asking Ruggie to give him the lesson from today and the classwork, saying he was skipping to take a nap.

"Can you get him? He's got to have told you where he was taking his stupid daily cat nap" he said with a blank yet annoyed expression. You let out a quiet laugh pulling out your phone to see a barrage of messages from Leona telling you to come to join him in the botanical gardens. showing Ruggie your phone as you raised your hand to ask Treinif you can go to the restroom. "take my bag back to savanaclaw when class is over, please, thanks!" you murmured to him, quickly flashing him a smile. "just like Leona..." you heard him grumbling before you slipped out of your seat.

making your way through the halls and to the botanical gardens you spotted Leona leaning his back against the base of a tree. his arms crossed and a soft look across his features. kneeling next to his sleeping figure you reached out a hand to poke his cheek repeatedly, "Leona, wake up. I snuck out past Trein just for you." After a few pokes one of his eyes opened slowly, "whaddya want herbivore-?".

sitting next to him he softly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to lean on his chest leaning his head back onto the tree. Trying to push him away slightly you frowned, "Hey, no. I came here to bring you to class. not to be swept into this." He looked down at you, sweeping a couple of kisses to the crown of your head, "Stay herbivore, please.". you melted at his words and into his embrace, closing your eyes and resting one of your hands on his warm chest. *I guess I could stay a while...*

Ruggie bucchi🍂

-he likes to tease you while kissing you

-makes me think of someone who would kiss the corners of your lips just to mess with you, or kiss near/on your ears after whispering in them just to mess with you

-another sidenote: the same thing as Leona, kiss his ears, please hell be so happy

-back to him, his lips are also kinda dry but soft at the same time

-he would drag you to do all of Leona's dirty work with him, not to make you do the work but just so he's not alone

-would absolutely melt if you offered to take care of some of the chores for him (please, hes stressed)

-while you guys are out doing Leona's chores he occasionally kisses your cheek or hand expressing his appreciation

-I can see him as being into small PDA bit not like full making out with you in front of people

-very handsy though, with arms around your shoulder, hands on your hips or waist holding you close, you name it he does it (as long as you are comfortable with it obviously)

You and Ruggie were walking down the halls after history to get to the cafeteria. Your hands were laced together so he wouldn't lose you with how fast he was walking. It was a day when the cafeteria was selling something that Leona needed apparently, so you got dragged with him to keep him company and to get your own food.

After waiting in line for almost 15 minutes you got Leona's food and both of yours. You were about to sit down when Ruggies phone buzzed, he pulled it out opening the notification with a groan tilting his head back. "what's wrong?", you reached your hand out to touch his arm looking up at him with concern.

"He's in the courtyard, he doesn't want to walk all the way over here" looking down at you apologetically, "i'll be right back, ok?" before he could even turn around fully you grabbed the back of his jacket pulling him down onto one of the cafeteria benches. "What was that for?" he screeched.

"I'll bring him his lunch, you stay here. You need a break, Ruggie..." He leaned in, giving you a small kiss on the corner of your lips, "Thank you", you mumbled a quick 'no problem' before getting Leona's lunch in hand. you planted a kiss between his ears and on the tips of each before leaving quickly, "I'll be right back!" leaving the poor boy flustered on the bench to stare blankly at the food in front of him with a blush dusting his cheeks.

Jack Howl🐺

-no matter how tough he wants to act, he's a big softie with you

-I feel like he would have well taken care of his lips, as we see in book 5 he was friends with Vil when they were kids

-so I feel like some of his beauty tips would've rubbed off on him, I mean have you seen his hair, it's gorgeous

-he's someone that kisses your forehead a lot and the inside of your wrists

-not someone who shows a ton of physical affection as he gets flustered so easily, but when you're alone hell give you as many kisses as you want

-following that, not super into PDA

-if you needed it I feel like he'd be comfortable after a while, as well as surrounded by friends

-he's the type to, without words, understand what you feeling and know how to make you feel better

-he holds your hand or wraps his arm around your shoulder while walking you to class

You walk through the halls with Jack and the rest of the freshmen on the way to the cafeteria. You all had hard exams that day, in which you didn't score the highest one, but none of you did really. The highest score was Epels, and he only got a 72% thanks to Vils nagging him the night before. You had scored one of the lowest in the group, and it was really getting to your head so you chose to stay silent the whole walk.

You kept your eyes downcast the whole walk to the cafeteria, barely noticing Jack's arm wrapped around your shoulder the whole time. Blindly letting him guide you to a table telling you to save the area as the rest of the freshman bags fell to the seats surrounding you. You felt him softly kiss your head as he walked with the remaining boys to get the food.

As you waited for them to return you sat and fiddled with the bracelet Jack had gotten you long ago (made out of the same beads that Savanclaw jewelry is made out of, yk what I mean). Your vacant gaze on your bracelet-covered wrist was broken at the sound of Deuce and Ace yelling at each other as they sat down first, followed suit by Epel and Sebek. Jack was last to join the group, arriving a few minutes after everyone else, he sat right next to you carrying both of your lunches. Looking at the food you realized that it wasn't normal cafeteria food, but your favorite snacks from Sam's shop.

Lifting your chin to look at him you simply smiled and leaned into his side as a show of gratitude for the kind gesture. You felt one of his hands come to the back of your head, directing you towards him as you felt him kiss your forehead. All you heard was Ace groaning, "get a room!" followed by a loud gasp from Sebek, "WE ARE IN PUBLIC". Sticking your tongue out at them all as you spoke for the first time since the exam, "you're all just jealous" leaning up to kiss Jack's cheek. They all groaned, but in reality, they were just glad you were feeling better.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #jack howl #jack x reader #jack howl x reader #savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader

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How To Be Good (Dom!Nanami x sub!Self-Insert!Reader Pet Play 18+ One Shot)

Art by "bureichi" on Twitter

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Pairing: Kento Nanami x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: In which Nanami has to give you some lessons on being an obedient little kitty and behaving yourself when you’re alone when you keep sending him videos to his phone while he is at work.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & a Self-Insert; Pet Play; Dom/sub Dynamics; Brat Taming; Master Kink; Mutual Oral; Deepthroat; Facefucking; Spanking; Collaring; Nanami Fucks You Till You Cry; Cum Play; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Missionary; Unprotected Creampie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This is another request fill for my favorite reader & VA @curiouscutie143! Thank you for always trusting me to write your fantasies & believing in my talent. Enjoy! -Jazz

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"You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?"

As soon as you hear the door unlock with a click, the alarm system already disabled, your body comes to life.

Your heart races in your chest, your blood grows hot, and you feel as if you’ve just stepped into a pit of lava with how warm you feel despite your man’s button-down shirt draped over your plump, semi-naked body.

You sit up in your queen-sized bed and immediately look at the bedroom door. You hear his footsteps stomping across the hardwood floor; his car keys jingling as he puts them in the ceramic bowl next to the door where you also hold yours; the buttons and zipper to his wool coat as he takes it off.

Then he speaks: “Honey,” he calls in his deep, velvety voice, “I’m home.” You find your voice and answer him, calling, “I’m upstairs, baby!” from your shared bedroom.

Quickly, you check the bed to make sure everything is hidden from your time here and fix the shirt draped over your body. You usually toss on one of his shirts when you happen to be home when he isn’t here. Today, you were off from work, so you tossed one of his button-downs, loving the way it feels on your skin and how much bigger it is on you, making you feel like you’re wearing a dress.

You don’t have time to check your hair which cascades down your back in messy curls before he comes up the steps and appears in the doorway. No matter how many times you see Nanami, you’ll always be taken aback by how sexy he is: tall and broad; trimmed blonde hair in an undercut that makes him look more sophisticated; a sharp chin and cheekbones. Even under his shades, his look still steals your breath away.

He comes in still wearing his work suit and shoes, placing his briefcase and phone on the floor by the door. “Baby,” you say with a smile. Immediately, you slide off of the bed and meet him halfway with a hug. “Welcome home. How was work?”

He wraps his long, muscular arms around you, enveloping you in the scent of his cologne. “Oh, it went well,” he replies, his chest rumbling against your cheek. “Thank you for asking. How was your day?” He peers his head down at you, so much taller and bigger than you. You just love big men who make you feel small despite your size. Nanami is definitely one of them.

“Pretty good!” you chirp. “After I came back from the gym, I came back here and chilled. I missed you though.” You pull away to look up at him, nearly getting whiplash from how tall he is. He takes his glasses off and peers down at you, those eyes filling you with warm tingles and sensations.

“Mmm-hmm, I can tell,” he replies, his gaze roaming over your fame in his shirt. “What else did you do today while I was gone?” You pause, thinking back to all the things you did during your day off. Anything to play innocent. “Um…cleaned, did laundry, went grocery shopping, and…oh, I made dinner! Chicken karaage and brown rice with your favorite sake.”

You give him a warm, loving smile. Though he doesn’t return it, his hand lovingly strokes your cheek, making your stomach flip. “Thank you, darling. I’ll have some of that later…but back to your day. What else did you do while I was at work?” Your smile fades then. His expression doesn’t change and he doesn’t tear his eyes away from yours. “I…don’t know,” you reply though weakly.

Nanami’s blonde brow quirks at your answer. “You don’t know,” he parrots. You slowly shake your head. You both know that you’re lying straight through your teeth. “You didn’t send me any messages while I was at work? Any texts or videos?”

You can feel heat wash over your entire body. You’ve been caught. But still, you try to play the part of the clueless, loving girlfriend. It is part of the game that you and your boyfriend play. He knows what you’re looking for and he is counting on it. “What kind of texts and videos?” you ask, still playing innocent but you can slowly feel that facade peeling away the more intense Nanami’s gaze becomes.

His hand moves down to your chin, firmly gripping it, emitting a gasp from you. “I think you and I both know what kind of texts and videos you sent me today, Y/N,” he firmly says. “Very not-so-nice texts and videos. Videos of you touching yourself and moaning like a little slut wearing those damn cat ears.” You swallow harshly, your heart beating madly now. “Where are they now?” he curiously asks.

You lick your lips which have become dry, briefly wondering if you should lie. But you know that this will only get you in even more trouble. “U-Under the pillow,” you weakly confess. He releases you and strides over to the bed, leaving you feeling hot all over. When he moves one of the pillows aside, he shakes his head. There, settled on the mattress, is a headband of two black ears and a pink dildo molded into the exact size and shape of Nanami’s cock.

He turns to you, his hooded gaze dark and intimidating like a storm cloud. “A toy too, huh?” he says, tutting. “So you were being bad while I was at work despite knowing what my number one rule is.” His hand snatches out to grip your chin. “And what is that rule, darling?”

You swallow harshly, going over Nanami’s many rules in your head before zeroing in on the number one, all-time important rule: “Be good,” you exhale. He nods, a corner of his mouth twitching. “That’s right, and you broke that rule. You deliberately disobeyed me the moment you decided to take those videos of you rubbing that pretty, slutty pussy and stroking your clit with that dildo.”

His eyes narrow at you and you feel yourself tingling with fear and excitement. “I–”

“Did you know that I was in a very important meeting when you sent those videos?” he continues, not even letting you get a breath in. “Did you even ask or think before you decided to send them to me? Or were you just too cum drunk and horny for me to care?” His grip on your chin tightens, making you gasp. “Nanami–”

But his sharp look cuts you off immediately. “Who?” he asks, a growl in his voice. You realize your mistake and quickly backtrack. He isn’t Nanami right now. Nanami is sweet, quiet, and attentive. The man here standing before you is ruthless, merciless, and firm. “M-Master,” you correct yourself. “I’m sorry I misbehaved. I just missed you so much.”

You see Nanami inhale sharply at your pathetic little confession, but it doesn’t sway him. “So you decided to fuck with me and make me hot and bothered in front of my boss, colleagues, and peers,” he accusingly says. “You got so bored here without me that my kitty just couldn’t behave anymore.” You weakly nod, your eyes flitting down to your feet, ashamed. “I’m sorry,” you once again repeat, your voice small and broken.

Nanami runs his thumb along your bottom lip, watching the way it jiggles at his touch. “You’ll have plenty of chances to prove to me how sorry you are.” He snatches himself away from you then like you’re made of fire and he’s afraid of getting burned. “Now go get your gear and wait for me here while I get cleaned up.”

Your body feels like it’s overheating at this point as your mind races with the many fantasies of what your man will do to you tonight. “Yes, Master,” you obediently reply. The corner of his mouth once again twitches, a small sign of your boyfriend that makes you softy giggle to yourself once he leaves.

You do as he says and gather your gear together, quickly dressing when you hear the shower running. You dress in his favorite pretty, pink lingerie that you have, the kind that makes your plump ass look immaculate with its thong and has lace cups for your juicy breasts. You put on your cat ears and clip on your tail too, letting it swoosh around the back of your legs.

When Nanami returns fifteen minutes later, you are sitting on the bed, knees tucked underneath you and your hands in your lap. When he sees you sitting there so submissively in your fluffy ears and tail, he nearly busts beneath the towel that hangs low on his narrow hips. You’re just as horny watching him leave the bathroom connected to your bedroom. His toned body and honey-blonde hair drip with water, your eyes catching onto each droplet that cascades down his tanned skin that you’d love to catch with your tongue.

He keeps his eyes trained on you as he walks over to the massage armchair that you bought him two Christmases ago to ease his stress and tight muscles. He takes a seat and leans back into the leather chair, his legs open beneath his towel but the damn fabric not allowing you to see what you really want and need. The way he stares at you from across the room damn near turns you into a puddle, his gaze hot and heavy. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teasingly says, patting his lap. “Come to me. Come to your Master.”

And you do. Like a puppet being controlled on a string, you are drawn to him. You slip off of the bed and get onto your knees before slowly, sensually, crawling to him on all fours. You keep your eyes on him as you do while he can’t keep his off of your swaying ass, fake tail, and pretty tits that look like hanging fruit to him. When you finally make it to him, you stand and sit on his lap, curling up like a cat against him. He smells so good––a mix of the vanilla-scented soap and the Polo cologne he often wears.

He wraps one arm around your waist while his other hand comes to stroke your cheek. “You know, I should be pissed,” he says as one slender finger strokes your chin. “I shouldn’t be this soft on you at all for pulling that shit, making me so fucking hard that I had to stroke my cock to those videos in the bathroom.”

A hot wave of arousal floods you, making your pussy twitch. “Y-You did?” you ask. He narrows his eyes at you. “Did I say to speak?” he firmly asks. You button your lip, your heart thundering. “But since you asked, yes, V, I did. I fucked my fist to every video of you moaning my name and fucking yourself with that dildo like it was my cock. I had to do something or else I’d be walking around the office with a hard-on in my pants all day.”

Your nasty mind runs wild with thoughts of your man in a bathroom stall, his slacks down and hand wrapped around his cock, pumping away and bitting back moans as he watches the dildo slip into your tight cunt again and again on his phone, just praying for time to go quicker so he could come home to fuck you himself.

“It didn’t help that the videos were so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I’m supposed to have my head screwed on tight at work and yet, all I could think about was you playing with that slutty pussy in our bed.” You relish in his desperation, loving how needy you make him too. “I think you need to be punished,” he softly growls to you. “You, my darling kitty, need some lessons. And it’s a good thing I bought this to start with.”

He coaxes you to get up for a moment and walks to his briefcase, opening it to reveal a black box. He comes to where you sit: by the chair, kneeling submissively for him. “Turn around and close your eyes for me.” You do as he says, gasping when you feel a leather collar snap around your neck. “I saw it at the mall last week and thought of you,” he explains. “I knew it’d be a perfect addition to your gear.”

And it is! The pink leather collar with its tiny gold bell perfectly matches your ears and tail. It fills you with such joy, especially since Nanami bought it for you. He turns you around, helping you stand before him. “Now look at you,” he dreamily sighs. “The cutest kitty ever. You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?”

You nod your head, trembling in anticipation and excitement. You want his touch. His kiss. His everything. “Then get on the bed and hike that ass in the air,” he demands. “Do it now and hurry the fuck up. I’m too fucking pent up to be slow and sensual.” You’re counting on it as you move onto the bed and get into position: face down, ass up, just the way Nanami likes to fuck…some of the time. Other times, he loves seeing your face as you take his cock.

You then feel him stand behind you, his presence equally thrilling and comforting, and softly mewl when you feel his hand stroke your asscheeks. “I’m gonna spank this gorgeous ass six times and every time I do, you count. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” you reply, but you can barely get the whole sentence out before his rough, calloused hand comes down hard onto your ass. SMACK! The sharp sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek echoes throughout the bedroom as does your gasp of surprise and pain when it settles over you. “I’m not hearing any counting, kitty,” he taunts you. “Are you once again disobeying me? Do you want to cum tonight or not?”

At the mention of your orgasm being on the line, you muster up all the willpower you can to obey him. “One,” you whimper. SMACK! His hand comes down again on the same cheek, causing the stinging sensation to intensify. “Two!” you shout. He does it again, this time on your other cheek, but it hurts worse. “Three–shit, Kento, that hurt!” you hiss.

The stinging, burning sensation you feel brings tears to your eyes and will no doubt make it hard to sit…but it also makes you wetter than you have been all day. “What do you think the punishment is for?” Nanami chuckles. “Keep counting, kitty. You’re almost there.”

SMACK! He hits you again, biting his bottom lip at the way your ass recoils against his hand.

“Four!” you sob. Then another, causing you to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Five! Fuck, Keny, please!”

“Please what, darling?” he asks. “Stop?” You don’t answer. You don’t even know if you want him to stop. “But you’re at the last one. Just keep counting.” He waits an excruciatingly long couple of seconds before his hand comes down to smack your juicy, plump, jiggly ass again.

SMACK! “Six!” you whine, squeezing your wet eyes shut against the pain.

Nanami swoops in to caress your stinging ass in soft strokes and soothing, wet kisses immediately, praising you for such a good job. “Good girl,” he coos. “Such a good little kitty cat. You did so well for me taking your punishment like that.” You softly moan, enjoying the sweet kisses and touches that he places on your ass…but they don’t last for long.

He stops his aftercare, staring down at you with those intimidating eyes. “But you still have to show me how sorry you are,” he says, his eyes demanding. “Get on your back and sit up for me.” Though slowly, you do as he says and settle onto your ass despite the sting, leaning back against your elbows with your knees bent.

Nanami then wanders into the bathroom without a word, coming seconds later holding his yellow, leopard-printed tie in his fist. Your body reacts immediately, your skin hot and your heart pitter-pattering in your chest. You know what is coming next as he gets up onto the bed on his knees beside you, still in his towel. You look down, finding his hardened cock standing at attention and creating a tent under his towel.

Looking up at him, you immediately show him your wrists and he takes the message. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” he says before taking your wrists and tying his tie around them. You watch his hands and his face as he does, loving how focused he is and how expertly he binds your wrists together, making them secure but not tight enough where it hurts.

Once finished, he places your arms down in front of you. “Good?” he asks and you nod, giving him a reassuring smile. Then comes the part you’ve been aching for. Standing up on his knees with his eyes trained on you, he finally loosens his towel, revealing his narrow hips, V-line, toned stomach, and hard, thick, throbbing cock to you.

You practically salivate at the sight, especially when he begins to stroke himself right in front of you. “You want this?” he asks, his hand slowly pumping his cock in your face. “Is this what you’ve been craving?”

You feel your pussy twitch impatiently, your thong drenched at this point. You lick your plump lips to moisten them, desperate to taste him. “Yes, Master,” you softly moan. “Please…please let me taste you. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” Nanami’s gaze softens as he inches toward you, bringing his cock to your lips. “Oh, baby,” he coos, “I know you will. Your mouth was made for me.”

Before you know it, his cock is slipping between your lips and you are forced to quickly accommodate to his size and girth as he begins to slowly rock his hips into your panting mouth. The groan that escapes his mouth at the feeling of your hot, wet tongue and lips wrapped around his shaft is one of yearning and need. He has been so pent-up all day. You can feel it in the way his cock throbs in your mouth as it slides along your tongue, gradually sliding deeper down your throat.

Nanami’s hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers sinking into your hair. “That’s right, darling,” he groans, transfixed by the way you take him down your throat. “Take that cock deep in that mouth for me. You’re such a good little kitty for me, aren’t you? You want all of that milk, don’t you?”

You feel your pussy gush at his words which means he is just as into this as you are if he’s dirty-talking. You love it when he gets like this. Even more so when he decides to slide his cock out of your mouth and replace it with his index and middle fingers. “Suck them,” he orders you. You do so, wrapping your plump, soft lips around his digits and gently sucking on them, looking deep into his eyes as you do.

When he is satisfied, he takes them out of your mouth and trails them down to your thong. He pulls the tiny, thin string of fabric to the side and proceeds to rub your gushing, soaking, wet pussy with its puffy lips and swollen clit. You moan pathetically, your eyelids fluttering closed at his touch. “K-Kento!” you moan. “Kenny, baby, please!”

He doesn’t allow you a chance to continue to speak because his cock is sinking back into your mouth again, making your voice muffled. “Don’t you dare stop,” he demands. “And don’t close your thighs either. Keep them open for me. This is what sluts like you get, you understand?”

You nod as best as you can with his cock still in your throat, gagging and slobbering all over it as your thick, pillowy-soft thighs tremble with the effort it takes to keep them open as Nanami rubs your pussy. He continues to fuck your throat like it’s a toy, using your mouth to get himself off. The sheer force of his intense thrusts causes the bed to creak and your cat ears to nearly fall off your head.

“Such a good fucking slut, I swear,” he huffs as he pumps his cock in and out of your warm, wet mouth. “You were just waiting for me to come home and fuck your throat…use you up like only I can. Only I can do this to you.” He then plunges his fingers inside of you, emitting a loud, muffled moan from you around his cock. “Is that clear?” he growls.

He slides his cock out of your mouth, the long, thick appendage bobbing in your face and hitting your cheek as it does. “Yes!” you sob. “Yes, I’m yours!” You can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers, that knot in your core about to snap. “Then show me,” he orders. “Cum all over my fucking fingers like a good kitty. Give me that fucking cum, V. Do it now!”

The way he raises his voice makes you finally unravel and you cum all over his thick fingers that continue to curl inside of you, flicking against that spot that makes you see heaven. A symphony of moans and sobs of pleasure leave your lips as you gush all over him, your pussy walls clenching his fingers much to his enjoyment.

When your orgasm finally stops tearing through you and fades, you are left feeling spent and satisfied though sticky from down below. Nanami slides his fingers out of you and sucks on them, slurping your cum off of his digits. He hums appreciatively as if you’re the best tithing he has ever tasted. He looks down at you panting heavily, looking winded. “Tired, darling?” he soothingly asks.

You weakly nod, too tired to speak. “Well, too bad,” he replies, “because I still need to cum and I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied and sure that you’ve learned your lesson.” Before you can even take a breath, he has you on your back and your arms up over your head, one of his big hands clamping around them. You squeak as he slides his hips between your thighs, prying your legs apart, and his other hand slides down to move your wet thong to the side.

“Nanami,” you say, but it’s all you can get out before his big, thick, hard cock is sliding inside of you, silencing all coherent words. As if sharing the same body, both of your eyes widen and your jaws go slack as soon as Nanami is snugly between the wet, tight, spongy walls of your cunt. “Oh, fuck!” you whine, your eyes fluttering closed at the immense pleasure you feel. He only moves slowly for a few seconds, letting you get used to him after going so long without him, and then he begins to really fuck you.

His thrusts are brute and precise, nailing your G-spot again and again and turning your pussy into mush. “Fuck, kitty,” he moans, his lusciously deep voice washing over you and making you wetter. “You’re so fucking tight!” He moves his hand from your tied wrists to pin one of your jiggly, thick thighs to the bed, giving you the opportunity to slide them down between you as if that will stop him.

He catches this and roughly pins them up by your head again, giving you a sharp smack on the ass with this other hand. “Move your fucking hands,” he growls. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted. You can’t run from it now, kitty.” His hips piston into you harder, faster, drawing pathetic moans, sobs, and gasps out of you.

He stares down at you in absolute awe, loving the way your cute tummy jiggles, how your brown skin glistens in sweat, and how slutty you look as you take him. “God, you take my cock so good,” he groans. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, hm? Bet you’ve been wishing that toy was me.”

He leans down to press his lips to your ear, pressing his muscular, lean body to your plumper, softer one. “Tell me how good it feels,” he whispers. “Tell me you love the way I fuck you into our bed.”

“I love it!” you babble, delirious from the dick. “I fucking love the way you fuck me, Master! I love you so, so much!”

He leans up to look down at you again, his face flushed from the pleasure and frantically fucking you. He strokes your cheek lovingly, using his thumb to gently play with your bottom lip. You part your lips and invite his digit in to suck on it. “I love you too, darling,” he moans. “Let me show you how much.”

You barely have enough air in your lungs or energy in your body to moan or gasp as he begins to pummel you into the bed, making the bedsprings bounce and the mattress creak under your body. He grabs your titties, tummy, and thighs as he fucks you stupid, squeezing the flesh and marveling at the way your body looks so good underneath him. It makes him want to fuck you until he fills you to the brim, claiming you as his own. When he realizes how fast he is fucking you, he stops and slips out of you, his cock still hard and slick with your wetness.

“What’s wrong?” you pant, confused. You lay there on your back as he wipes his blonde hair out of his face and away from his sweaty forehead.

“Had to take a break,” he sheepishly admits. “I’ve had a long day at work and unfortunately for you, baby, you’re pussy is the perfect stress reliever. I don’t want to be that rough with you.”

You can see in his eyes that he needs this and you need it too. Your pussy throbs and aches for him again, needing to be released. You sit up and give him a reassuring smile, beckoning him inside you again. “It’s okay, Kento,” you whisper. “I trust you. You can take everything out on me.”

He stares at you for a moment, looking shocked at your willingness to be his good little kitty. Then, without a word, he rises from the bed and walks over to his briefcase, his firm, plump ass hypnotizing you as he walks. You sit up straight, confused and becoming impatient with this waiting. You watch as he takes something out of his case wrapped in red wrapping paper and brings it back over to you. You watch his big titties sinewy with fine, blonde chest hair and thick cock bounce as he walks over to you and then climbs into bed.

“I got something else to go along with the collar,” he explains, showing you what is hidden beneath the wrapping paper: a leash with a clip to hook onto the collar. Your heart leaps at the sight, especially since you know what it’s for. “Is this okay with you?” he asks, concern in his eyes. “We don’t have to go any farther than this.”

But you do. You want to go so far that you can’t turn back. And you won’t want to because you’re with him and you know that he’ll keep you safe. “I wanna try it,” you answer. “Go ahead, Master. Leash me and fuck me how you need to.”

You see a lustful fire explode behind Nanami’s eyes before he helps you turn around and position you onto your knees. You shiver and tremble as you feel him tug gently on your collar as he clips the leash on and then wraps it around his fist. “Head on the pillow, baby,” he instructs you and you do so, hiking your plump ass in the air. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, showing you tenderness before he ruins you. “The safety word is “red”, okay?” he whispers. “Don’t forget it.”

“Mmm-hmm,” you hum before moaning into the pillow as his cock sinks into your pussy once more. Your jaw goes slack the minute he slides in. You can feel all of him stretching you open, his balls slapping your needy, tingling clit as he pummels into you again and again. “Fuck, Kento!” you scream into the pillow.

You then feel him tug hard on your leash, yanking you up by the collar. “Who?” he barks into your ear, still beating your shit up like it’s somebody that owes him money. “M-Master!” you whine. “Fuck, that feels s-so good!”

“I bet it does,” he chuckles. “I bet you love taking your Master’s cock. And you’re gonna continue to take it until I cum, understand?” He tightens his grip on the leash, squeezing your throat a bit as he continues to piston into your pussy, making your ass bounce and jiggle against him. Between the choking, his dick game, and your tied wrists, you are losing your everloving mind, quickly teetering closer to that edge of another orgasm.

“Master,” you whimper brokenly. “I-I’m gonna cum.” Nanami moans delightfully at that, moving in close to your ear. “My little kitty is gonna cum?” he teasingly asks. “Does she wanna cum all over this cock while her Master fills you up?” You frantically nod, your walls fluttering and clenching around him.

“Do it then,” he demands, his voice horse and desperate. “Cum for me while I cum for you, darling. Please, kitty, give it to me! Fucking cum with me!”

It only takes a couple more harsh thrusts to finally make that dam inside of you burst. “Fuck, Kenny!” you whine as the gates finally flood and you cream all over his cock, tugging and squeezing on him as he continues to pummel into you.

He then slams his hands down on the mattress on either side of your body and rides your pussy to chase his own high. He fucks you rough and fast, making your entire body bounce against the bed until his body tenses and stills, his one hand moving to grip your ass. “Fuck, V, I’m cumming!” he groans. “Take it all for me, kitty!”

And like a good, obedient kitty girl, you do. You take every ounce of his cum as he spurts inside of you, moaning as he does so. You gasp as you feel him spill inside of you, filling you up to the point of spillage. You feel something wet drip down your thighs as he gives you a few more slow, sloppy thrusts before pulling out of you. He slides his cock head across your asscheeks, coating it in his cum, humming as he does so.

You lay on the bed, completely drained, sore, and so, so satisfied. Nanami presses a kiss to the middle of your back and trails his lips downward, peppering your skin in hot, gentle kisses. You softly giggle as he does, still lying in the afterglow.

“Good kitty,” he whispers, stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you into the bath, darling.”

You let him scoop you up from the bed and walk you into the bathroom to soak in a hot bath, bringing a lovely end to his sexy return home and creating a wonderful end to an evening with just the two of you.

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