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onyxdoesthings · 6 months

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Shower Thoughts

Synopsis: You and Mike have known each other for years. It was no surprise when he asked you to babysit his sister while he worked, and it was no surprise you said yes. Now that your arrangement has been going on for a while, however, Mike is starting to realize he might be lying to himself about his feelings…

Content Includes: SMUT. Minors DNI, duh. Shower masturbation, Desperation, Mentions of domestic life, No Gendered terms for reader, No description of reader

Fall had just arrived. Abby was sitting in her room coloring and talking to her imaginary friend, who you’ve come to call “G”. That’s what he liked, Abby told you. So you indulged her.

“What are we having for dinner?” Abby called out to you.

“Baked Macaroni and cheese. Remember I said I was gonna try a new recipe tonight?”

Abby hums in thought. “I hope it’s good.”

“Me too,” you mumble with a small laugh.

While the food baked in the oven, you got to making Mike a quick breakfast, knowing he’d be up soon. He didn’t eat well. Pizza and a granola bar were his go to’s, never vegetables or anything he needed to, y’know, stay alive. You sighed when you saw how he ate. You’d even offered to cook for him, just so you could sleep at night knowing he was getting some nutrition.

You hummed along with the radio as you cooked. The kitchen window was open, letting in the dry, cool autumn air. You shivered a bit and pulled down the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

Shuffling came from down the hallway. You briefly glanced over to see a tired Mike rubbing his eyes. You greeted him with a smile, but all he did was grunt. He stumbled over to the coffee maker and made himself a pot before trying to talk. While he waited, he rested his elbows against the counter and not so subtly looked your way.

He watched you cook. He watched the way you gently swayed with the music from the radio while you cooked. He watched how delicate you were with his food, taking such great care with it. You always took such good care of him…

He didn’t deserve it, he often thought. He didn’t deserve you.

“I’ve got a final coming up, so is it okay if I stay over?” You asked Mike. He snapped out of his trance and met your eyes.

“Sure,” he replied. His voice cracked. Damn it. Curse his stupid, tired voice for embarrassing him.

You smiled. “Thanks Mike. Since I’m staying over for a bit, I left some stuff in the bathroom. I hope I that’s alright.”

“Some stuff?”

“Yeah, shampoo, toothbrush, some clothes, nothing much.”

Mike nodded. “‘S fine,” he managed to say. The coffee pot stopped brewing. Finally.

Mike poured himself a hefty cup of coffee, not bothering to put any milk or sugar in it. When he took a sip, his tired brain didn’t register that it would be hot, so he burnt his tongue. He cursed and almost slammed the mug down. You jolted as you looked over at him.

“You okay?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

He tried to nod, tried to convince you not to worry, but it was you. You were always looking out for him. You cared so much. He didn’t get it. He didn’t get why you stayed, why you did so much for him. You were too good to him.

He shook his head. “I’m fine,” he reassured. “Just really tired.”

You sighed. You wanted to press further, maybe even scold him, but in the end you chose not to.

“I’ll be done with the food in a bit. Why don’t you take a shower before work?”

He smiled. “What? Do I smell that bad?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but grin.

“I didn’t say that.”

Abby giggled. “They think you stink, Mike!”

Mike huffed. “I don’t smell!”

Both you and Abby laughed as he got frustrated. Cute. Mike loved how you two got along. You took such good care of her, you loved her like she was family. That was his favorite thing about you. When he watched you and Abby talk or play or color, he always felt his heart swell. That, and…something else. But he always thought that latter “swelling” was because he hadn’t done anything in a while.

Mike sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll go shower.”

He trudged over to the bathroom and locked the door. His reflection greeted him in the mirror. God, he looked like shit. He splashed some cold water on his face, hoping to wake up a bit more, then stripped to shower.

The water was cold. Damn it, you must’ve used up all the hot water, he thought. But he couldn’t be mad at you. No, not when you always smelled so nice, and your hair looked so soft, and your skin was so shiny-

He mentally slapped himself. God, it really had been too long. He was getting desperate. He was fantasizing about you, his best friend and Abby’s babysitter. This was getting out of hand.

While the water ran over his face, he reached blindly for his shampoo. He poured out a dollop and started massaging his scalp. But something was off. It was thicker than his shampoo, it smelled different. It smelled sweet.

It smelled like you.

Mike opened his eyes and saw he grabbed your shampoo on mistake. Meh, it’s fine, if you asked about it, he’d just say he grabbed it on accident. No big deal. But it was a big deal. It was your shampoo, the one you rubbed through your hair while you showered. He thought about the water running down your body. He thought about it tracing your soft skin. He thought about joining you, massaging your scalp as he pressed himself against your back.

Hello.

Great, now he was hard. He groaned and tried to think about something, anything else. He couldn’t deal with a boner right now. But…maybe he could…

He was alone in the shower. If he was quiet, he could get away with it…

Yeah, no, he couldn’t. He wasn’t quiet. Mike sighed and tried to finish up quick so he could stop thinking about you. He didn’t bother to condition his hair, but he instead went for a quick wash. He looked at the shower caddy. Your soap was right next to his.

Oh…

Well, on one hand, he could smell like the same dollar store soap. Or…he could smell like you. The thought made his dick harder. Now he was really fucked. This wasn’t gonna be an easy boner to get rid of.

With an uncertain hand, he grabbed your soap and started to massage it onto his body. He was immediately enveloped by the scent. It smelled like you were right there, standing with him in the shower. He wished you were. He wished he could have a moment alone with you and show you how much he appreciated you.

He wanted to wrap his hands around your waist as he pressed kisses down your neck, his tongue and teeth teasing your skin. He wanted to mark you, cover your body in hickeys so you’d finally be his. He wanted to drag his fingers over your sensitive nipples, just barely teasing them to get you riled up. And when you were looking at him with those sweet eyes, he’d get on his knees and give you the best head of your life.

There’s a painful throb of arousal. When Mike looks down, he sees his cock dripping precum and throbbing. Maybe if he just…

He gasped as he rubbed his fingers over his shaft. He was too sensitive. It had been too long since he’d touched himself, but he never could, not with Abby around. Not with you around. But he could be quiet, he thought. He could get a quick one out. Slowly, he ran his fingers over his twitching cock before stopping at the head. He circled the tip, biting hard on his lip so he didn’t moan too loud.

You would be so pretty under him, he just knew it. He’d treat you so well, repay you by making you cum until you were fucked dumb. If he couldn’t pay you with money, he’d pay you back with his body. It’s the least he could do after you were so kind.

His fist starts to drag up and down his cock. He whimpers and rests his head against the shower wall. The water runs over him, ice cold on his sizzling hot skin. With a slow pace, he starts to rock his aching cock into his fist. He thought about your smile. Such a cute smile. He thought about how cute you were while taking care of him and Abby. It was so sweet, so domestic.

It was something he so desperately needed. He needed you, he needed the peace you brought. He needed to fuck you. A quiet grunt slips past his lips as he fucks his fist harder. He can already feel himself getting close. It’s pathetic what you do to him.

“‘M sorry I’m so pathetic,” he mumbled to no one. “‘M sorry I can’t pay you back…don’t deserve you, don’t deserve you at all.”

He could hear your voice scolding him. You told him so many times that you did this because you cared. You didn’t care what he thought about himself, you said he deserved to be cared for.

Mike’s knees buckle as he gets closer to cumming. He bites down on his lips harder, hard enough to taste metallic blood seeping into his mouth. But it was the only way he could keep quiet. He couldn’t risk you or Abby hearing. With his free hand, he grabbed your soap and took a deep whiff. That was it. That’s what pushed him over.

Mike covered his mouth with his hand as he came. It was the largest load he’d ever produced. It covered the shower wall in thick, white splotches. He’d have to clean that up. But for now, he rested his head against his arm, letting his breathing slow and his heart calm down. He needed that. Really, really bad.

When he looked down at the mess, he felt a bit ashamed. He came so much while thinking about you. Maybe he did like you…

That’s a thought for another day though. You’re knocking on the bathroom door.

“Hey Mike, the food’s ready,” you say through the door.

There’s your sweet voice. The one he was obsessed with, the one he loved hearing after a tough shift at Freddy’s. Oh yeah, he definitely liked you.

“I’ll be right out.”

Mike stopped the water and cleaned up his mess before wrapping a towel around his waist. He opened the bathroom door and saw you smiling at him.

“Go get dressed, I’m getting Abby ready for bed.”

Mike nodded as he watched you go somewhere else in the house. He stayed at the bathroom door for a while, just staring at you. But then there was a small giggle from down the hall. He turned his head and saw Abby smiling.

“You like them,” Abby teased. Mike huffed.

“I do not like them, Abs. Now go to bed.”

She smiled and giggled again. “When are you gonna marry them?”

“Abby!” He shooed her into her bedroom, and the little girl closed her door while laughing.

Well…now he really had some thinking to do.

#I published the wrong draft #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #fnaf movie #hello fanfic community #it’s been a hot minute #i haven’t written in so long #like 5 months #anyways here’s some smut #romantic smut #with some self degradation on mike’s part?#idk #have fun

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spookychick78 · 8 months

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End Of The Line

Chapter 16: Look At Miss Ohio

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,633

The following weeks in the place she had imagined would be her own personal hell had quickly turned to bliss. In fact, weeks turned to months in the blink of an eye. The air around them had shifted, suddenly life there seemed more than bearable. The moments they had to spend apart were met with harder working hands just so they could tangle them in each other once more after sunset. She had awoken something in Thomas and it didn't go unnoticed by the other members of the household. He was happy, that was more than evident. He could barely go an hour without interrupting her in the middle of chores to steal her away, even for just a moment. He was addicted, they both were.

Ronnie waited patiently with a smile as she scrubbed the dishes over the sink. She heard the front door swing open followed by the sound of familiar and heavy footsteps approaching behind her. Then his hands snaked around her waist. She found herself just living for moments like that, when she could lean her head back on his shoulder so he could pepper her neck with kisses as he squeezed her closer to him. She let out a deep breath and relaxed into him, momentarily escaping the day's work in his arms. He brought his hand up to her chin to lift her lips to his. She smiled into his needy kiss, which always led to him pressing harder against her.

"Thomas, I can't just leave these dirty, what would your mother think?" Ronnie said playfully.

Thomas groaned as he went to silence her with another kiss. He reveled in the sound of her laughter ringing in his ears as she returned it through that smile that seemed more present than not these days. He grabbed the plate out of her hand and set it down in the sink before he turned her around to continue his playful nagging.

"Alright you two," Luda Mae said, causing Thomas to quickly drop his wandering hands down to his sides in embarrassment.

"Told you," Ronnie said under her breath with a smirk.

Mama rested her hands on her hips and looked at them with a pleased smiled. She loved seeing her son like that, happy, giddy even. She had grown so used to his heavy brows being scrunched atop his eyes and that frown that just barely hid behind his mask. It was different to see his eyes with life in them, it was something she never thought she'd get a chance to witness.

"I don't wanna be a killjoy," she said before she nodded towards the door, "Ronnie why don't you just help Tommy with whatever it is he's workin' on today. If he's workin' at all," she said, playfully narrowing her eyes at her youngest son.

"I'm sure he'll be fine on his own," Ronnie responded, which only made Tommy grab her hand in his to guide her out of the room.

Ronnie playfully dragged behind him as she turned back to Mama, "You sure you don't need me today?"

"Go on," Mama said as she went to grab the plates Ronnie had left, "I'll manage."

"I oughta cut you off, you know that," she heard Ronnie say to Tommy before the door shut behind them.

Luda laughed to herself as she continued with the dishes, but her laughter was cut short by someone who wasn't as contented with the happy couple.

"She's more trouble than she's worth," Hoyt muttered from the doorway as he watched them from the window, "that boy hasn't done Jack shit in weeks and it's her fault, you know that."

Mama let out a heavy sigh, "Is that all you do? Stand in the doorway and complain?"

He didn't even gratify her with a response, he was too focused on them. Luda could practically feel his discontent filling the room like a dense fog. He was more than hateful, his contempt for Ronnie was nearly enough to black out the sunshine that streamed into the kitchen. She didn't have to look at him to know he had his arms crossed and his tongue shoved into his lower lip as he milked his nicotine high for all it's worth. Though even nicotine did little to satiate him at this point. He needed something else, something she was preventing. Hoyt had a lust that hadn't been sated for far too long a time. A lust that if left unattended festered in him like a disease bound to infect any that crossed him when he was in such a state. Killing for him was more than survival. He could live off of rats, mice hell even chicken, he knew that. He'd always known that. Survival had nothing to do with it, that was simply a façade to keep them compliant. Thankfully, his loving family never needed much convincing when it came to his word, they trusted him. They were foolish. Hoyt Hewitt killed purely and simply out of want. To deal death with his own hands gave him a high even the strongest form of tobacco imaginable could never provide. To consume a person granted something far beyond a high. It was power. Knowing whoever walked through that door, no matter what rank they held, how rich, poor, intelligent, big or small, knowing that he held their fate right there in the palm of his hand . . . It was ecstasy. It was his drug of choice and who was she to take that from him, to make him cut cold turkey? No. She didn't have the right. In Hoyt's humble opinion, an eye for an eye was the only solution. She took his drug, he would take her's. He wasn't just standing in the doorway to complain, he was there to think. Though Thomas and Ronnie's bond seemed to be iron clad, he had found a chip in the armor and he hadn't hesitated to infiltrate. He was close to breaking through, he could see it in those lingering glances she allowed herself each time she left the room. Her curiosity about that metal door and the secrets it held would be their damnation. He had let it grow on its own, she needed to form her own opinions on it first, he knew that. He knew she couldn't help but wonder what Tommy did down there. It only made it easier for a snake like him to find his way into her ear.

"Tommy hadn't shown you his workshop yet?" He would ask, "Must be keepin' somethin' real special for you."

He wasn't too overbearing, he knew better. He knew she hated him just as much as he did her. He was subtle, sly, cunning with his casual remarks. It wouldn't be long now. He saw her eyes roam even that day towards its eerie visage. She was no more than a cat curiosity was destined to kill.

Ronnie wanted to relish in the way his lips felt against her neck. Normally she did. She loved the way someone so rough, so intimidating found it within himself to be gentle and only for her. He loved her so well and she loved loving him. However, she found herself distracted more often than not in those intimate moments in the last few days. Nothing about what they were doing was wrong, it was absolutely right in almost every way, but it was far from safe. Maybe that's what made it so damn good, the slight hint of danger she seemed to feel each time they did this dance. It only seemed to add to her inability to deny him, but she couldn't ignore that slow growing fear the softness of his lips on her's brought. The way his touch seemed to overtake her, forcing her to let go of all sense and sensibility, rearranging her thoughts so that her sole focus was only him. She wondered if he knew that's what he did to her, if he meant to, if he had any idea of how addicted to him she had become. So addicted she was willing to risk succumbing to what had become her greatest fear just to feel undeniably bound to him. She envied his way of loving with such reckless abandon, the possible consequences of their actions didn't seem to matter at all to him. She couldn't fathom that he hadn't even considered them, then again, she seemed to be his guide in this new chapter of his life and she hadn't dared mention her worries. He was so happy, she couldn't stand the thought of taking that away from him. To him, she was the only thing that mattered. Whatever danger came her way he would simply snuff it out with brute force. He hadn't thought about a threat that couldn't be handled in such a manner. He didn't know she was late, more than a week. She had been in the past, it wasn't something that was terribly new for her, but the knowledge was slowly dragging her back down to reality. For the first time in her life it wasn't the person she was with that worried her. Thomas may have been born into savagery, but he was far from evil. He had all the makings to be a better father than the one she had had. He was kind, forgiving, generous and when he loved, he loved fearlessly. She had no doubt his love for his child would be limitless, no matter the circumstances, but for her the circumstances were what frightened her most. It was that place. She could bear it, the hard living, the questionable nature in which this family she had become so entangled with lived, but a child, a baby? This place wouldn't offer something so delicate any sort of safety to grow in. Maybe between Thomas and Luda there was a way, but only if one very specific threat that hadn't escaped her thoughts was subtracted from the equation. Hoyt. Oh, she hadn't forgotten him. Quite the opposite. She was very aware of his beady eyes and their laser focus on each move she made throughout her days. He was a predator just waiting for his opportunity to strike. She remembered well what her original purpose there was, to be bred, and here she was practically giving them what they wanted, and willingly. She hated thinking that, she knew that wasn't Thomas' intention, he wouldn't do that to her, not purposefully, but he was so naive. She felt like she was betraying him with that thought alone, but he was if he was under the impression that that man would allow them any kind of happiness. As soon as she served her purpose her time there would be up, Hoyt didn't have to verbalize that for Ronnie to know that was the case. She could feel it in the way he watched them. The beginning of those nine months would mark the beginning of the end for her. Her days with Thomas, with breath in her lungs, would be numbered. He would kill her, she was sure of it.

"Ronnie?"

The barely audible gruff voice of her lover ripped her out of her spiraling thoughts. He was hovering over her, his blue eyes overflowing with concern as his hand rested against her cheek. He was plagued with guilt for not noticing that the color had drained from her face sooner. She began to sit up, hand against his chest so he would move with her.

"Sorry," she said quietly.

She recognized that worried expression in the two distinct lines between his brows and quickly forced a smile up at him.

"Don't worry, it's not you. Just got lost in thought, that's all," she said reassuringly.

He wasn't buying it. He sat in front of her and patiently awaited an elaboration. He had become acutely aware of her change in demeanor days prior, but Thomas didn't like to pry. However, with the way her eyes nervously shifted away from his and the way she silently picked at the dry skin around her fingernails, he couldn't ignore it any longer. Something was wrong. He gently guided her gaze back towards him and brushed his thumb over her chin. Ronnie hesitated to speak, she knew she couldn't share each thought she'd had, but one had to make itself known.

"Thomas," she started carefully, "do you think we'll ever really leave?"

He found little relief from his worries in her question, though he tried his best not to let it show. He gave her a soft nod. It only added to his guilt, he knew he was lying. In fact, Thomas hadn't given a single thought to an escape plan in months. He assumed that maybe she had let go of her desire to rid herself of this place and had given in to calling it home as he did. She looked away and he could feel her distrust of his answer. She had every right to doubt it, but it saddened him to know that was something he wasn't quite sure he could give her. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for Ronnie, there wasn't much that frightened him, but the thought of leaving home brought on dread he couldn't explain, at least not to her. He had tried to imagine it, a life outside of the Hewitt household, a life that consisted of only Ronnie. That part was something he figured he would enjoy immensely, at least the unlimited amount of privacy with her it would grant him. The other aspects however were what cause his apprehension. It wouldn't just be Ronnie, not forever. He would be opening himself up to ridicule that he had faced before, only he wouldn't have the comfort of his mother, he wouldn't be able to hide away from it behind a mask or in the basement. He wouldn't be able to act on his rage when the world inevitably reminded him of what he really was. He may have found kindness in Ronnie, but Thomas wasn't dumb. The world didn't have many people like her, not everyone was so forgiving. Hoyt had taught him that and well. Perhaps most wouldn't be nearly as cruel as he had been, but the thought of them even coming close brought on a weakness he had felt almost his entire life. He knew it was selfish, to keep her there shielded away from life with him, but he hadn't the slightest inkling of how to exist outside of those walls.

"Tommy," Hoyt's voice shattered the silence that had befallen them, "quit fuckin' around. I know you ain't done shit but fool around with that girl all day. Mama might let that slide, but you're dumber than I already thought if you think I'm gonna."

Usually Ronnie would simply roll her eyes at Hoyt's incessant nagging, but this time Thomas saw fear playing in her expression. He knew she wasn't a fan of his adopted brother, but he thought she had let go of her worries regarding him. Thomas had made it clear he'd be there to protect her from any more of his games, but he wondered if maybe she wasn't as confident in him than he'd grown to think she was. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in to place a reassuring kiss on her forehead. Ronnie closed her eyes and tried to enjoy his touch as much as she could, but it only made her chest tighten. He just didn't understand the danger they were in.

He stood up and left her to her own devices for presumably the rest of the day. She fixed the straps on her dress and let out a heavy sigh. She wouldn't be much use out here in the barn, so she made her way back to the house. As she walked she felt the discomfort that an ill intended gaze brought on. She didn't have to look to know it was Hoyt, she didn't want to see that oddly pleased expression he'd been wearing more often than not in recent days. Whatever he was up to made her skin crawl, it was never a good thing to see that man happy. His happiness was derived from other's demise and she just knew it was her's he was working on.

She pushed the front door open, but didn't hear the usual sounds of Mama puttering about the place. She must have gone up to the station, Ronnie thought to herself. She peered around the corner into the dining room to see if Monty was at least there, maybe she wouldn't have to be alone. Much to her dismay, the old man must have gone with Luda. The place was empty, the chores were done. She had nothing else to do but wait for Thomas to wrap his day up with that bastard and he would surely keep him busy for as long as possible just to spite her. She went to the window and looked through the aged glass in search of something to distract herself from the one thing she hated most about that house, even more than Hoyt. She felt as though it had eyes and they were steadily burning a hole into her back. The long hallway from the dining room that led to the basement door loomed behind her. She swore it had an audible whisper that could be heard from any part of the house, it gradually drew her nearer to it day by day. A call that had been left unanswered since she the day she had arrived there and she heard it quite clearly in that moment from where she stood. Against her better judgment, she turned to face it. It was the only thing about Thomas that she had no knowledge of, but he seemed to find refuge down there. Though, she didn't quite understand why. It's image alone filled her with an indescribable dread, she couldn't fathom how it offered him any comfort, nor could she explain her own fear of it. It was hard to ignore, it was so out of place. The house itself didn't seem to fit around it. The old wood framed the cold metal in such an unsettling way that it stuck out like a sore thumb. It was something that simply just didn't belong, but she found herself wandering closer to it. It's whispering grew louder with each step she took as did her own conscious, it was practically screaming for her to turn back, but she couldn't stop moving towards it. She didn't, not until they were face to face. It stood tall before her, reaching up to the ceiling and it's frame wide enough to fit at least two men of Thomas' size between it. She never saw anyone else but him go down there, occasionally Hoyt, though even he seemed to keep his distance. They never spoke about it either, not a word, other than the first time she had ever stood in front of it.

Take the girl downstairs and get this over with.

They didn't have to mention skinning her alive for her to know what they meant by that. It had come out of Luda's mouth so naturally as if she was simply asking her son to take the dog out for a walk. Ronnie didn't like to think it, but she wasn't dumb. It sounded so natural coming out of the woman's mouth because Ronnie wasn't the first person they had ordered him to take down there. She couldn't imagine the man she had come to love so dearly, the man who's arms brought her such peace was capable of causing anyone, or anything for that matter, harm. Perhaps that's why she hated that door so much, it made her question her own judgment, it made her question Thomas.

"I reckon you're lookin' for Tommy," a voice she knew all too well said quietly in her ear.

He had startled her, just as he'd intended to. She flinched away from him and he watched with amusement as she turned to grace him with that hateful glare.

"Think I saw him go down there," he said as he looked her up and down with his tongue in his bottom lip, "oughta go check, don't you think?"

It wasn't the first time he'd done that. He had been harping on it endlessly, daring her to go down there. It only added to her unease about that damn room. There was something he clearly wanted her to see hidden inside. He had become akin to the snake in the garden of Eden and he wanted her to be his Eve. He was the whisper she heard when she so much as thought about the metal door. That irritating grin began to spread across his face as he watched her chest start to heave up and down. He loved that he had the power to fill her with such rage.

"Why do you want me to go down there so damn bad, huh?" Ronnie blurted out without a second thought.

He raised his eyebrows and held up his hands in mock surrender, "I just don't think husbands and wives should keep secrets, that's all."

"Why do you care?"

She watched him with suspicion as he contemplated his answer. He played with the dip in his lip as he matched her hatred with his own eyes, letting them wander in places they weren't wanted. He curled his lip before he cut his gaze back up to meet her's.

"I just want the best for Tommy, that's all," he said, however his tone didn't match his words in the slightest. He sounded menacing.

An uncomfortable silence fell between them as he continued to watch her. Ronnie hadn't moved a muscle, but he could feel her desire to open that door had reached its peak. He had her now, he was sure of it.

"What do you think 's down there, Ronnie?"

She shifted then. That slight movement said a thousand words, though she didn't know how to answer his question. Her eyes moved back towards the door.

"What do you think Tommy does behind that door?"

He took a step closer to her and she winced, which only made him chuckle. Her eyes were on the metal handle now. He slowly reached his hand past her and wrapped his fingers around it. He pulled it to the side just enough to hear the bottom of the door scrape the floor below.

"Don't you wanna know?"

He began to open it further and she quickly removed her gaze from it, "Fuck you," she snapped up at him.

His hand flew up with his other and pushed her by her shoulders against the cold metal, "You do, don't you?"

She felt the spit that flew out with his words against her face and his hot breath on her skin. She tried to push him off of her, but he wouldn't let up. He leaned in even closer, she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face to the side. It was the only thing she could do, she couldn't get away from him. Nor could she hide the fact that he was right, she did want to know. She could feel his breath on her ear now as he pressed further.

"You're afraid aren't you," he whispered, "you're afraid you don't know him."

"Stop it," Ronnie said in a weaker voice than she'd hoped, "please stop."

He laughed and she felt his fingers tangle in her braid. He brought it up to his nose and inhaled. He let out a sigh that made her nauseous, his breath reeked of tobacco and whiskey. He dropped her hair and instead grabbed her jaw and forced her to face him once more.

"You should be," he muttered, "you don't know shit."

With that, he whipped his hand away from her and walked away. Ronnie stood there, back against the door, shaking. Her eyes remained closed to keep the tears that had formed from spilling. He had to be wrong, she did know Thomas, better than anyone there, but his words had cut deep. They had found that small bit of doubt she had about him and latched on tight enough to drag it to the surface. Her hand wandered from behind her back and trailed up to the handle of the door. She could feel her heart threatening to escape her chest as soon as the sound of metal scraping filled the room. She hoped so badly she would prove him wrong. She needed to know Thomas was good, that she hadn't been wrong, but a smell wafted up through the opening that made her stomach churn. She opened her eyes and slowly turned to face her fears. The door was opened just enough for her to see the stairs that led down to the basement. She pushed it to the side just enough for her to slip through. Her feet found each step brought more terror than the last, but she pressed on, in fact she quickened her pace. She knew if she focused on the dread that was slowly building inside her chest, she would turn and run. She couldn't run anymore, she had already ignored this part of him long enough, she had to know. She paused just before the wall cut off to collect herself. Whatever she found, she would forgive, she told herself that and repeated it over and over. She felt as though she was about to jump off of the highest cliff, but jump she did. She kept her eyes on the floor until she had found her way to the center of the room, then she looked up.

"No," she whispered as she took in the horror that surrounded her.

In the middle of the room there was a table, a cutting board large enough to fit a grown man on it. There were chains attached to both the top and bottom, one for each wrist, each ankle. Blood had soaked so deep into the wood it had left a permanent stain that was visible underneath the chainsaw that tried hard to hide it. Hooks hung from the ceiling, some were bare, but others had what looked like carved leather hanging from them. With shaky hands, she grabbed one and brought it down to her. The material was rough and looked almost brown on one side, but when she flipped it over a sob escaped her lips. A face stared up at her through empty sockets, it's mouth had been cut and the sides had string laced through blood stained holes. It was human flesh she was holding, it was flesh that hung from the hooks. They had belonged to people, the people Thomas had brought down there. She dropped it and looked around frantically. Various tools were scattered about the room, each one was bloodstained. There was a table nestled in the corner just a few feet away with a cracked mirror resting on it. She moved closer to it and saw one of the faces was lying next to it. Then she realized. They were masks.

"Thomas couldn't have done this, he couldn't," she muttered to herself as she ran her hands through her hair.

Tears were flowing silently down her face as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, but it only led her to one conclusion. She had been wrong all along. She had been so, so wrong. She felt a wave of nausea rush over her and before she could put her hand to her mouth, she vomited. She put her hand over her stomach as she heaved, but when she'd finished, she left it there.

"God, no," she said as she looked down at where her hand rested.

Because she knew.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt fanfic #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher #slasher fandom #horror #horror fiction #slasher fanfiction #horror fan #horror fanfiction

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serena-moonlit-candlelit-date · 1 year

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The Untold Romantic Stories of Renowned Witches of Hogwarts Vol. 1 (F!Ravenclaw x Seb Sallow)Pt. 5

“Author’s opening comment: So, I finally registered in AO3, and when I searched for “In the Shadow of Sallow” i was shookt ‘cause someone thought about it first! So I am changing the title of my story to avoid copyright and confusions! As always do enjoy!

“Since you can’t access this by normal means, we have to ride our brooms so that you can go there too.” I said while summoning my broom, Sebastian does the same. “Off we go!” I said. We flew around the Ravenclaw Tower until we reached the rooftop. We descended and dismounted our brooms. “Voila! Here we are! I feel like I am the only one who goes up here. And.. you’re the only person who knows this so… keep it a secret, yeah?” I chuckled. Sebastian’s eyes lit up, “Of course, I’ll keep it until the day I die.” he says. “You jest.” I laughed. The moon in the night sky lit the little stained glass dome of the common room. It somehow looked like jewels even from the outside. We can faintly hear the piano from downstairs ‘softly’ playing, Sebastian clears his throat “Would you care to dance, m’lady?” he asks, hand out. I played along and took his hand. He placed his other hand on my waist, he pulled me close; close enough to smell his perfume, it wasn’t a strong perfume, it smelled of cinnamon and apples. Like the apple pie my mother bakes whenever I feel down. He smells like apple pie. “Apple pie…” I muttered to myself. “What was that?” he asks, looking down at me. “Nothing!” I quickly dismissed the thoughts of apple pie and how Sebastian smells like my mother’s apple pie. As the piece ended, Sebastian didn't exactly immediately pull away “I wish we could stay forever like this.” He quietly says. “Like… like statues? Sebastian, I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly plan on becoming a statue. I want to be an auror.” I said laughing “What I mean is- nevermind.” He quickly looked away, he slowly pulled away, after our dance, I noticed that his necktie was slightly crooked. “Hm, that won’t do at all.” I moved close to him and tiptoed so that I could fix his green necktie. I quickly tidied it up and “There we go! Looks much better than before.” I said, proud of what I did. I looked up at Sebastian just to see that he’s avoiding my gaze, and he’s blushing. Why’s he blushing? “Are you alright?” I asked. Maybe he’s feeling feverish? Oh no… “Are you feeling hot?” he asks “No, are you?” I asked, I quickly placed my hand on his forehead, “Oh! You must be freezing! I’ll grab some blankets in my room, and I'll be right back.” I said. “Wai-” I went down the stairs as quickly as I could, how could I not realise. Of course It’s a cold night, think Y/N! I quietly entered the dorm room, the door quietly creaked open, and I grabbed my blanket, a muffler, a boiling kettle and some cups. I hurried back up the stairs to see Sebastian, still red. “Sorry I took way too long! Sit!” I said, I hurriedly guide him to the stone bench, I made sure to dress him warm; mufflers on his neck, blanket over his body. “There we go! Now for the tea.” I summoned my bag of snacks or as I liked to call it; my bag of heaven. I brought out a chamomile tea bag and let it sit inside the hot kettle. “How are you feeling?” I asked. “I- well. I’m fine, really. You need not worry about me that much.” he smiles. “Nonsense. I always worry about you even if it’s the trivial things, same with Ominis. Honestly, whenever either of you gets in trouble I worry, hard.” I said. I placed my hand on his forehead again to check his temperature. “Hm… it’s much better than before. Thank Merlin, I did what I had to.” I sighed. I poured the tea from the kettle into the cups. “Milk and sugar?” I asked. “Please,” he says. I waved my wand to pour some milk into our cups and drop a couple of sugar cubes. “Ah.. this is a beautiful evening.” I said. Well aside from Sebastian almost catching fever of course. “It is indeed.” He says whilst moving some of the blanket to drape it over me. “You need it more, Sebastian.” I harshly said. “Shush, just enjoy the evening.” He smiles. “Bu- fine. I swear if you catch a cold I won’t forgive myself.” I said, puffing my cheeks. “I won’t, I promise.” he reassures me. “I honestly wish I could stay up here.” Sebastian says. “You could, but I get what you mean. It’s way too late.” I added. “Well then! Let’s get you back to your common room.” I continued. “No no. I can go back on my own. Please, get some sleep.” he softly says. “But what if you fain-” “Y/N, I won’t. I’m feeling fine, I was just- just thinking about something funny that I cannot say out loud. I was red from holding in my laughter. Yes, that's it.” he says, oblivious to what he said. I just returned a sigh. “Well then, Mr. Sallow. Good night and have a safe descent.” I said. “I shall. See you tomorrow then?” “You mean later?” “Don’t start.” he chuckles. “Yes yes.” I said. He mounted his broom and slowly started to descend the tower. “Was that Sebastian Sallow?” a voice behind me asked. “Merlin’s Robes! You scared me, Samantha.” I said. “Sorry, well?” “It was. Why? Did you want to say something to him?” I asked. “Hm, not really no, it’s just. Strange of you to bring him up here. You usually enjoy your own company.” she says. “Well, Sebastian’s one of my bestest friends ever.” I said. “Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, Y/N.” she said going down the stairs. I soon followed her afterwards. Morning finally came, I headed down the Ravenclaw Tower to see Sebastian waiting for me yet again, “Surprised to see you here again.” I chuckled. “Ah well, you need someone to guide you around, since you’re still new here.” He chuckles. “New? Sebastian, I've been here for 2- almost 3 years.” I said. ”You’re forever the new fifth-year, in my eyes.” he mutters. As we went out to the courtyard, “So, about the date, this weekend.” I said. Sebastian stopped in his tracks, I turned around to see his face somewhat sad, “I was wondering what I should wear.” I asked. His eyes lit up and a soft smile formed on his lips, “Well just casual. It is a date after all, not an interview.” he laughs. “You’re right. Hmm comfortable clothes, then?” I said, he shrugs “Whatever you’re into” “You’ll look good in anything...” he mutters, “Sorry did you say something? I was thinking about which outfit.” “Ah no nothing at all!” he says. We went towards the Flying Class, Professor Kogawa was waiting for the other students.

Author closing comments: Hopefully I finish this story so I can post Sebastian’s POV, ‘cause from his pov everything’ll will be explained. SPOILERS. Anyway! Title submissions are welcome in the comment section. Please for the love Merlin, I need help. See ya!

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ravenclaw #hogwarts legacy

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When Aegon finally was awake enough to be aware of his surroundings he’d pull his twin on top of him holding her close, she’d cry and grab his face when she woke up asking if he was finally awake and had come back to them them. He would laugh and tell her he was as he pulled his cock out of his sleep pants rubbing it on her cunt still filled with Aemond’s cum, he helps her put his fat cock in her weeping cunt and she sits fully on his cock as they both take a moment to appreciate being fully connected again. She knows Aegon is still in a lot of pain so she would make sure she was extra careful and slow when riding him. He’d leave hand shaped bruises on her hips and ass from pleasure and his pain. After they came she would move off of him only out of fear of hurting his legs as she kissed all over his face, he asked where his little dragon was and his twin tells him Aemond was protecter while he recovered. His twin could tell Aegon was still in a lot of pain and needed more milk of the poppy, but he refused and told her he wanted to see their little dragon before he took any because he knew he would go back to sleep. When Aemond came back to the room he was shocked to see his big brother awake and smiling at him. He rushed over to Aegon grabbing his face as he kissed him, when he pulled back for air Aegon tells him “I missed you little dragon” as he unlaces and helps him remove his pants as he’s take off his shirt and pulls Aemond into his lap he continues to kiss him as Aegon grabs Aemond’s cock and strokes it. Aegon’s twin starts stretching Aemond’s pretty pink hole as he whines that he wants Aegon’s cock now, his twin adds a finger and kisses his hip, while Aegon Squeezes his cock as a warning, “we need to prep you little dragon you’re not ready” After aemond can take three of his sisters fingers he sits himself on Aegon’s cock and rides him until they cum, he’s more gentle than normal because Aegon’s still hurting. After the have som time together Aemind tells Aegon to take some more milk of the poppy bc they can see he’s still in a lot of pain. He promised he would come back to them again before he took it. And even if they believed him aemond and his older sister still both teamed up when he went back into his deep sleep.

Good fucking soup. I love the green siblings with reader, doesn't matter the combo, it's all delicious

#tin talks

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years

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Vice Versa ep 2

It's another long one folks!

If we hadn't been joking that Vice Versa was a Bad Buddy AU already then ep 2 has sealed its fate because not only do we have Pran Tun pining after and oblivious Pat Talay and pushing him away but we also get Pa Prae and Ink Som…with Prae even wearing the yellow-sole shoes! (8:50 in pt 4). Oh and somehow it's also Bad Buddy AU The Musical.

Anyway, there's part of my brain that just lights up when a series uses intentional design motivs…and the colours in Vice Versa are causing a whole fireworks show up there. It's still early days to be making interpretations - more 'data' is needed to see any patterns to the colour use…and I only began formulating my theories of Bad Buddy's colours around episode 4/5 - but gosh it is so pleasing to watch.

Having said that, here's an attempt at some kind of interpretation of ep 2…

So the ep's theme is Forest Green and early on it also seems to be paired a bit with purple (you can see it in the opening title credits)…but maybe just because it's an aesthetic pairing. What was interesting is that the inclusion of green seems to start small - with a few items of clothing, props, and pops of lighting - and then increases so by the end of the ep the whole frame is saturated with it (from the plants and maze).

Despite the green theme (and the purple pairing) the four main colours (or two main pairs - red/blue [until any distinction is made clearer I'm including pink with red here] and green/yellow) also pop up regularly - in people's outfits, the drinks in the various bar scenes, the kites and bikes, signs or designs on walls or windows, and combinations of them all with pops of lighting. A few examples:

I've already mentioned this in an ask I answered but I adore the simplicity of this shot in particular:

Not only does it encapsulate the general vibe of the slightly 'off-centre’ feeling of this universe, where it’s the little things like the above and the finger counting that sets it apart from ours, and (as was pointed out by @miscellar) it reflects the circle design of the opening credits…but it once again has the four main colours.

Now, I can't say much about why these pairings are being used yet BUT I do want to talk a little about brown and orange - two colours which Talay interpreted at the beginning of ep 1.

It seems in this ep that brown is still connected to being "serious" - despite the green theme and pops of green in the opening association scene, there is also a lot of brown while Talay is talking seriously about his experience for the group. Brown is also featured a lot in the montage of Talay trying to talk to Tun - in the archery, wedding, café, and bar-with-friends scenes. (It's also interesting that in the café Talay has bright blue trousers which he then wears in the bar where Up-Pree is also in a bright red sweater). Talay's top appears brown-ish (although perhaps black and white or grey?) when finding out from Anna the real reason why Tun has been avoiding him - but I love that the light behind Anna is red whereas the light behind Talay is blue. Pong, the bar owner, is also in brown when Talay is feeling his lowest about this whole situation. Later, Talay has a brown jacket for the taxi ride to the association when 'Tun' is declaring that they're boyfriends - which isn't serious at this point…but will be by the end of the series *nudge nudge wink wink*

On to orange - and although not used much this ep, it still seems to be connected to the pull between being "lively but with something on his mind". In the bar scene with Tun's friends, there is an orange light behind Tun and between Tun and Tess/Talay when Up-Pree and Aou are being lively but Tun is deep in thought about something else.

The next one might be a bit of a stretch (since I've been wrong before about names) but I'm going on the assumption that the name Som means orange (thanks to Secret Crush on You) - Milk's character, Som, is very outspoken and lively whilst both Talay and 'Tun's minds are distracted by each other.

A few other interesting things… I liked the dapple of lights above Jubjang's head in the beginning - very similar to ep 1 with the lights above Talay's head and then later Phuwadol's… I wonder if this will be a recurring thing (Incidentally, in all three scenes there's also blue...) - the same goes for the light in the elevator changing to reflect the episode's theme, for scenes with Talay and Phuwadol talking under archways, and Fuse's anecdotal t-shirts that seem to reflect the mood of the scene.

I also wonder if the phones or the colours of the phones are important/deliberate - Tun's is white, Tess' is blue, Tun's friends' are green and orangy-red…so I wonder if there will be a yellow one…perhaps Kita or Fuse's... And lastly, it's interesting that both Som and Tun are wearing black at the end whilst Talay and Prae have bright colours…I wonder if this will come back as something later…

But also...Puen/Tun/Pakorn have hardly worn any bright colours so far, sticking to mainly black, white, or grey. The most colour Pakorn has worn has been denim/dark blue (end of ep 1) and shades of brown (the wedding photographer in ep 2). Only having worn black or white (and blue jeans), I wonder when Puen will start wearing colours...

[Ep 1] [Ep 2] [Ep 3] [Ep 4] [Ep 5] [Ep 6] [Ep 7] [Ep 8] [Ep 9] [Ep 10] [Ep 11] [Ep 12]

#vice versa #vice versa the series #vice versa ep 2 #I had a lot to say but I don't think there's much content really!#just a lot of wonderings and wafflings #but who knows...maybe some of this will be right/make sense in a few eps time #aka bad buddy au #or bad buddy the musical

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tache-noire · 3 months

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he needs som milk

#dynamite lb

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fkyumerica · 3 months

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Wed 11:04 AM

they looked loike this

already

before their kids were born

and plastic surgery

they will keep eating off peopleks faces

and fucking them to see the kid doesnt look like it

eat eating them out to look like it

oral

and eat out i dunno

one fat ass thought of it

inner toilets

restuarants

mission/vividaldi did

for his wife

and his mother died

the name was that

if they lost their name they were uncontrollable and did not listen

it was pass the food over let someone get som

they were smaller

they had a kalima no more

to control all of them in the day

all the women died

and none were

after

i judged it and said it

i was the only one who was

and led the women

still

every person on the world is just shit to me

i led the men too

and they are men too, they have a penis to suck out

and i ahve to do that

with them

to live

because no one takes care of their kid

to feed it

and

she cared too

half a face

will die soon

and a woman

look at her statue

statute

it meant

she gave it

what she looked like can telll kill her

men said it everyday

around her

so she fucks everything up

and no one killed her yet

then she holds down while on all fours

to rape to death

to do it

a man knew it

she felt bad

now she doesnt care what she does to

and fucks hard

face up

why fuck it up

when i can tear it off

and gay

go together with a friend

baby bear

tetsuo shima

and raise them apart

from others

and apart

split them up

gay too

used them anyways

for free shit

and food

they are them

and what moms killed them for free boats

and ride!

motorcycles racing ones are that

mom cant teach it or kill bugs off them

head lice

from one tree

in front of davids house

i can see it from inside this house

he broke in and ripped her face off

again

women couldent see yet till their faces were set up again

it hurt them so bad they couldent concentrate or pay attention

and she went to tank me by raping me

saying i was as big as them

and i could go killing with her

so i did

885 guidos

in under 10 minutes

under 10 seconds yea bigger

i got to 18ft tall in 3 seconds

and watch

nefertiti is it

aa womans name

she couldent believe it

that i got rid of my reproductive organ

and went to go at my face to look like hers

holding my eye open to understand what she felt like with her face off

and mutated with drugs

so i had to kill her

at 18ft tall

another giant no one cares rape her

vividaldi would say ot

so i killed him and his family and replaced them with anyone, kids making taller

was usually what a man did

a woman would lay down and get sex from them until she was taller, and old was it

she was old

and there is no more

Wed 11:40 AM

Do I Look Like A Real Boy Papa

this was the giant eating the guy

it movie

where is goat milk selled at

https://www.tube.com/watch?v=znFQkLCba5c what is this i want his album

(Hed) P.E. In Movies - Serpent Boy in Strangeland 1998

huh come out

carol had boyfriends

mike went in

angela went in and he suspended himself for her to get him them

and then carries mom was in it

then her mom

and hannibal lecter got both of them

daughter with her mother is that angela

and the boys after down the block

we suspended

me and leon

he is that gay guy i was talking about

he was revived again

mr.kukan

they are insane

they each need a different tunnel room

from a morgue

they are set in

do need help?

play music for 17 minutes

then arrest him

straight jaket on him anyways

then he turned into a clayton

then brian

it is their family

me and leon were just gay raping men

others went as big

and got suspended

going after me to save me

and if they reached me

would rape me

i let leon lift me up if i was weaker

to show it

and it brings them out

and i have to fight kill everyone

and hit leon at the end in the face

and it usually isnt him

i go on gay missions

as a priest

and hey yea come out

what size

same voice

and they can shoot for 14 days if we want them to

blanks

keep knocking them out

who are they

never said it

they are wild woods men

they were banned from going on vacation

the old

and back in germany? if they go back

mate again

kids wont talk to them

their offspring

so they try again

more puppy photos

day by day

i want to see it

no one ever let me look

and outnumbered? kill them all too bad

they always did this

their kids age

or its snow white

from all of them

on r wife

and

grab r cock

he looked like her, it wwas like times 10

wanted him to be prettier and felt it made her prettier

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greenninja-irl · 8 months

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HE NEEDS SOM MILK.

I ALREADY HAVE TEA! Or had- IM NOT THIRSTY ANYMORE

#ninjago #ninjago lloyd #asks #( poor boy doesn't understand the refrence )

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luimagines · 2 years

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AHHHH did you see the latest part in linked universe it’s so sad I can’t 😭

I KNOW!!!! I WASN'T OK

It hurt so bad..... Someone oughta apply minecraft logic and give him some milk.

Gotta kill the curse first before he can heal.

#pinky replies #he needs som milk

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dyns33 · 2 years

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The Devil and the Cat 2

Matt Murderdock, Kingpin, really loves cats.

And Y/N, a bit, maybe.

"I see what you tried to do."

"Meow !"

"No need to deny it, Murdock. And don't pout like this, it's not my fault. You did this to yourself."

For weeks now, Matthew Murdock had followed Y/N. Everywhere. He had followed her down the street, he had visited her at work, and he had waited at her place, continuing to treat her as if she were his.

No, worse, as if she were his cat.

When Y/N suggested he just find a new cat, a real cat, and not a cursed human or something, Matt growled, patting her gently on the head, saying 'bad', to punish her for her stupidity.

Then he started scratching the back of her neck again, asking her if she wanted some milk.

He also insisted on coming with her in the shower, and he had obviously decided that her bed belonged to him now.

At least he didn't force her to crawl, it was better than nothing. Pet play could be fun, but Y/N absolutely didn't want it with him.

Her relationship with the Kingpin was bizarre.

Now that she knew all his secrets and why he was like that, she understood a little better, she felt a bit sorry for him and she had to admit that she didn't hate him. Not all the time.

He still managed to be nice, even if he was less nice than when she was a cat. It was certain that Matt was more comfortable with animals than with humans.

Well, there were still times when Murdock didn't treat her like a cat. Especially when they were in bed. Anyway, Y/N hoped he wasn't doing that sort of thing with animals.

She really had no idea what their 'relationship', if you could call it a relationship, was.

Because she was still a journalist, who even though she wasn't going to use what he told her, kept looking for a way to prove he was the Kingpin, and he was... well, he was the Kingpin, besides being a lot of dangerous and weird things.

So it didn't really seem possible that they could get along. Not like when she was a little cat.

Obviously, he missed it a lot, since Matt had had the great idea to go get the artefact that had transformed her in the warehouse. He'd taken it home, presumably hoping to turn her into cat again, and that fool's plan had backfired, as evidenced by the ginger, blind cat now standing in the middle of her living room.

"Do you realize that I don't know how to help you at all ? And therefore that you're going to stay like this for at least a week, if things go the way they did with me ?"

"Meow !"

"I'm warning you, I'm not going to call your friends, they might hurt me, thinking I'm lying, that I killed you and hid my body somewhere. Or they might take advantage of it to kill us both ! And don't bother thinking about real love's kiss. I don't love you, and you kissed me all the time, it didn't work."

"Meeeeeee !"

"What ? I don't understand what you want. If you're trying to be intimidating, it's not working, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Don't hiss at me, Mister !"

If she had been cruel, and had a death wish, Y/N would have kicked Matt out and she would have enjoyed her last week of freedom.

But she wasn't cruel, and cat Matt was just too cute, so she took care of him, hoping he'd turn back to human soon.

She also tried to treat him as much as possible as if he were still human, so that he wouldn't get offended. Which often happened, Matt taking on an annoyed look, which made him even more adorable. It was really hard.

There were also times when he himself forgot he wasn't a cat. Y/N understood that, she remembered very well when she took advantage of the warmth of his chest, or when she adored his hand on her head.

If she purred loudly, Matt Murdock was a real engine, a purring machine. Probably because he really wasn't used to being touched like that at all. Thinking about it, it was pretty sad.

For a few moments he was perfectly relaxed, then he seemed to remember who he was, he realized what was happening and he would bit her hand before jumping off her knees to go to sleep somewhere else.

As discreetly as possible, Y/N took pictures. She hoped he would never find out. He couldn't see them anyway.

Until he turned back, there were a few calls on his phone. Some people wondered where the lawyer was. But it happened that Murdock disappeared without warning from time to time, so no one really panicked, and especially no one thought to look for him at Y/N's.

It was still a relief when she woke up with a sleeping human Matt in her bed. Naked. Who held her firmly, preventing her from getting up.

He growled all morning, refusing to talk about what had happened, and making a little pout almost as adorable as when he was a cat.

At the same time, he continued to behave a bit like a cat, coming to lie down on the sofa, resting his head on her legs, waiting without saying a word for her to scratch his hair.

So he hadn't totally hated the experience.

But between being a cat and having a cat, Matt seemed to have a preference.

Everything went perfectly fine for several days, things were back to normal, as normal as possible with a ninja mafia boss adept at strange magic who had decided that she belonged to him.

Y/N had thought that after the incident, he got rid of this cursed object.

"Ah. That's much better."

"What ? What's much... But... No !" Y/N cried, opening her eyes, discovering that she had shrunk. But her cries, like her words, were meows.

"Darling, I've missed you so much."

"Asshole ! Motherfucker ! Son of a bitch ! Murdock, I hate you !"

"Come back here. It's my turn!"

"Your turn ?! You're sick ! If you touch me, you'll regret it !"

If anyone could have seen this scene of a blind man chasing a cat in an apartment, no doubt they would have found it funny and cute. It wasn't, at all.

Of course, Matt eventually grabbed Y/N, and he wouldn't let go, even when she bit his hand until he bled. He didn't react, continuing to cuddle her, smiling, rubbing his face in her fur.

After a while, Y/N accepted her fate, she calmed down, enjoyed the caresses and gave him the purrs he wanted. Matt was very happy.

He didn't let her go for a second, to enjoy his dear kitten as much as possible, taking her everywhere with him, to his work, in the street, and even to court.

Normally someone should have said something to him, but the judge seemed to like cats too. Or the judge liked Murdock. Or was scared of him.

Wasn't that against the rules ? Because almost no one listened during the trial, too busy watching the animal sleeping in Murdock's jacket, only her little head sticking out, which he nagged with a finger from time to time.

Y/N could have disrupted the trial if she wanted to, by meowing and jumping out of his shirt to run around, but she was too respectful of justice for that, even though she knew Matt would win no matter what.

Besides, she was tired and Murdock's chest was warm. She snored a little, which made the jury laugh, and when she yawned, everyone was certain that the Devil's client was saved.

Even though it wasn't all that bad, Matt treated her like when he found her the first time, and even better, a bit like a little princess, and even though she knew she was soon to find her body, Y/N was still furious and she decided to take revenge, behaving totally like a princess.

A very capricious princess. Climbing up the shelves where he couldn't reach her without having to use a chair. Sitting on his face when he slept. Peeing on his shoes. Biting the end of his cane.

But Matt found it all amusing. He didn't scold her once, snickering and saying she was a little bratty darling. Shit.

When she becomes human again, he was sad and disappointed, pouting again. But he didn't immediately try to change her into a cat.

"You're not that bad like this either. I missed our conversations."

"We never talk."

"We could. Tell me about yourself, my kitten."

Either it was a real step towards her, or it was a technique for Y/N to let her guard down and accept Murdock as her lord and master.

Remaining cautious, she agreed to lie down with him and they discussed for hours. He had already told her almost everything, and Y/N was sure that he had researched her for a long time. But it was fun.

Several weeks later, they still had this weird relationship, Murdock coming over to be hugged, or to cuddle her silently after a long day, not caring at all that she was still looking for proofs to send him to jail.

Well, Y/N was almost certain that she was still trying to send him to prison. That was what she repeated to herself as she kissed him again and again on the neck.

That was what she swore to herself when she found out that Matt still hadn't thrown away that stupid magic thing, and they both woke up transformed into cats.

"Oh. Again ?"

"Murdock ! Why ?!"

"No idea. I didn't do anything. Well, I just thought I missed being a cat. And hearing you little purrs. Then maybe I thought it would be fun that we are cats at the same time."

"Why ?!" she repeated, struggling, as he lay on top of her.

"I don't know. To see. You smell good. I'm going to lick you now, so you smell like me."

"No !"

"I wonder how it feels when two cats do it."

"Do what ? You... NO !"

"Darling, stop moving. Alright, I'll just wash you, I get it. We'll do it when we're human."

"Okay. Uh, wait... No, not okay !"

"Too late. I know you've wanted it for a long time anyway, no need to deny it."

Y/N continued to meow pathetically, unable to escape Matt who licked her head before falling asleep on top of her, purring. Again, she finally accepts her fate, purring along with him.

On the other hand, even if she couldn't escape him, as soon as she could, she would destroy this stupid artefact for good !

#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #matt murderdock #dark Matt #earth 65

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milkybonya · 3 years

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cheer up, buttercup!

order #001: large banana milk tea with pudding and grass jelly for Cha Eunwoo, requested by my lovely @daybreakx !

-> enemies to lovers! & college!Cha Eunwoo x (gn) reader

-> warnings: some angst and food mentions! also drinking/alcohol mentions and everyone is really mean to the reader >:0

-> where Eunwoo is the president of your department and you're the vice president. you work your hardest but always end up second to him.

[a/n]: i'm sorry for the CHAOS that this is and i feel like there is minimal (?) fluff but i hope you enjoYY THIS WAS FUN

You and Eunwoo had major beef. There wasn't even an event that started it all, but Eunwoo treated you with such disrespect from the start. And of course, anyone who disrespected you was on your list of... well, the closest thing to a list of enemies.

The first time you met him was in freshman year at the orientation before classes began. There was a basketball game going on and Eunwoo was playing. You watched from the sidelines in the shade, cheering him on at first because he was playing on behalf of your department.

Then, the ball flew in your direction. Eunwoo had tried to get the ball back for his team, but ended up accidentally throwing it towards you.

Luckily, it fell somewhere to your left, but it gave you such a fright that you stood up and started panting.

A few of the people who were playing rushed over to make sure you were okay, but Eunwoo didn't even throw a look your way.

"You, from our department? Just throw the ball back!" was all he said to you.

It made your blood boil.

Eunwoo was known for being a little blunt anyway, but he definitely went out of his way to grind your gears.

"Where is the president?" the social convenor asked.

You sighed, checking the time and noticing that Eunwoo was fifteen minutes late.

"If I knew where he was... If only I knew," you mumbled.

"Why is Eunwoo even the president, anyway?" another member of the student council asked.

"Because he's hot and cool and everyone likes him!" a girl squealed. You couldn't even remember what her position in the student council was, but judging by her comment, you realized that she must be here just for Eunwoo.

"He's absolutely dumb, does nothing all day yet somehow gets A's! Of course, why wouldn't he be the president?" your tone was dripping with sarcasm and your anger was almost about to overflow.

Until that man walked into the meeting room, at last.

"I'm dumb and do nothing all day? Why, thank you. I'm here, now," Eunwoo declared, strolling towards his seat. He had his black leather jacket slung over a shoulder.

God, I hate my life, you thought to yourself.

"That's what [y/n], said, but I don't think that way!" the girl who squealed earlier spoke.

"Thanks, Stacy."

Eunwoo only flashed her a quick smile before he sat back in his seat.

"So, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean, 'what are we doing'? We have an open house tomorrow and tons of high school students will be checking on our department! You're the president, you were supposed to-"

Eunwoo hushes you by raising up his hand from where it was resting on his thigh.

"It's all good, I've got it sorted."

He slammed down a notebook onto the table.

"I've taken notes on how open houses have been previously organized and have put them all in this book. I highlighted the events that seemed like they had a lot of potential, so look through those and decide on something, alright? I'll be off," Eunwoo explained, standing up.

"Where are you going?" you almost spat out at Eunwoo. He walks in here, makes a fool out of you and then decides to leave?

"To go 'be dumb and do nothing all day'. Isn't that what you said I do?"

He glared at you slightly before leaving the room.

"[y/n], you made Nunu so angry! Nunu, don't be mad, come back!" Stacy screamed, chasing after him.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

"This idiot really thought I wouldn't know about the past open houses..."

You slam down the notebook that you had also brought.

"Damn... so he really just provided us some useless info and left?" the social convenor asks, shaking their head.

"Yeah, pretty much," you say.

So how did you and Eunwoo end up as vice president and president, anyway? Well, these positions were given to the students with the highest grades. Eunwoo had the highest, so he was given the title of president. You were trailing close behind, and were given the title of vice president.

You always told yourself that you should have been the president, and rightfully so! Eunwoo never did anything but play games on his phone, anyway.

When the open house event finally rolled around, you and Eunwoo were supposed to give a speech in a lecture hall to get the day started. It was mostly to welcome the high school students and lift the spirits of everyone there, not too big of a deal!

But still, big enough of a deal that Eunwoo should have shown up.

He didn't. And you were anything but surprised.

Forced to deliver your speech and somehow improvise along the way to make up for Eunwoo's missing presence, you were shocked to find that the audience started clapping right as you finished. It felt as though your hard work had paid off, and you stepped back, smiling at everyone in the crowd.

Until Eunwoo walked up to the mic, flashing a smile of his own and greeting everyone.

Yep, they had all been clapping for him, not for you.

Eunwoo turned and looked at you, mouthing, "did you prepare my script?"

"You were supposed to do that! Do I look like your secretary?"

Eunwoo scowled at you and turned to everyone who was seated. He ended up repeating a bunch of the same things that you had said and received an enthusiastic applause. You sighed from behind the curtains, wondering why Eunwoo always got the credit for all your hard work. It was probably his looks, but still.

Throughout the day, you walked around campus and ensured that everything was running smoothly. Eunwoo was supposed to be doing the same, you hoped, and you asked him this when you ran into him outside of the campus student centre.

"Have you been walking around like you were supposed to?"

"I'll deal with my business on my own," he said, almost scoffing at you. He was standing there scrolling through his phone.

"This isn't 'your business'? We're literally supposed to be working together!"

"Stop nagging me, [y/n]. I don't like it when you do that," he grumbled.

"Yeah, well I don't like you!" you yelled, storming away from him. You felt... very embarrassed. What kind of comeback was that? It sounded like something a child would say... oh, well.

You saw your friend handing out some goodies at a table outside and approached them.

"How's it going, vice president?" they asked you, handing you a snack.

"Terrible," you groaned, opening it and eating some.

"Why, what's up?"

"Cha Eunwoo is being a pain in the butt, as always," you sighed.

"You might want to watch what you say," your friend mumbled, pointing behind you.

You turned around a little too late as the snack in your hands was whisked away by Cha Eunwoo himself.

"You're the only pain in the butt here, [y/n]," he said, eating your snacks.

"What are you doing here?! You should be on the other side of campus!" you yelled.

"And you shouldn't be here, either," Eunwoo said with a glare.

"Can y'all go argue somewhere else? You're scaring the highschoolers away," your friend complained, nodding in the direction of some highschoolers who were hesitant to approach the snack stand because you and Eunwoo were arguing.

"Go attend to your duties, [y/n]," Eunwoo huffed, walking away from you.

You angrily stomped the ground, walking away and feeling a little embarrassed because you could feel the high schoolers watching you.

"[y/n], why won't you learn from Eunwoo a bit? I understand that he's the president and you're only the vice, but you could have at least prepared what we needed you to prepare!" the director of your department told you, shaking her head at you.

You tried to contain yourself and looked down as you rolled your eyes. The only reason Eunwoo was more prepared than you were today was because he had stolen what you prepared and claimed it was his instead.

"I understand, I'm sorry."

"You're at risk of getting your position taken away, [y/n]! This is a warning."

After leaving the director's office, you were met wih a grinning Eunwoo who was sat on the couches in the lobby.

"What are you looking at?" you asked him.

"Thanks for these papers, [y/n]," he said, holding up your hard work.

"I didn't even give them to you. You took them from me, but okay," you said, leaving him there.

You walked to a coffee shop that was on the same floor to get something to refresh yourself. Since it was so early in the morning on a weekend, the building was fairly quiet and empty. It wasn't hard to overhear a conversation.

"Eunwoo, I think [y/n] has not been taking their vice president duties seriously these days. Do you think we should find someone else?"

The director's voice.

"Do the other members of student council agree?"

Eunwoo's voice.

"I haven't spoken to them-"

"Then [y/n] remains as vice. I haven't seen any sort of slacking or a lack of seriousness from them, and I don't think anyone else is fit for the role."

Did Eunwoo just... compliment and defend you?

You turned around with your drink in hand to find that it was indeed Eunwoo talking with your director. Then, you quickly scurried away to avoid being seen by them, feeling very confused.

"Cheers!" everyone shouted around the table, clinking their glasses together before downing their contents. After a successful open house, everyone had gathered at a bar to celebrate. You squirmed in your spot beside Eunwoo, feeling uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes at you and shifted even closer to you, leaving you with less room to sit than before.

"Is that better?" he asked, smirking at you.

You frowned, pressing your foot on top of his clearly new shoes.

"Is that better?" you asked him.

"Why are you guys so close? Are you about to kiss or something?" one of the student council members asked.

"No! Ew-"

"And what if we did?" Eunwoo asked, glaring at the member.

What the hell?

The member looked down at their drink, unsure of what to say. The atmosphere grew awkwardly quiet until someone asked if everyone wanted more drinks, to which there were murmurs of agreement.

"Hey, [y/n], I overheard the director talking with you in her office today. Did she really threaten to kick you out as vice president?" the student council member next to you asked.

You laughed awkwardly, already feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah... I'm working hard, though! So I'm sure it won't happen."

"Are you sure? You weren't able to prepare what the director asked you to, and there's been countless times where Eunwoo has always had to do things for you..."

You were in such shock. Everyone in student council knew that Eunwoo just acted like he was on top of everything, meanwhile you were doing all the work. Even for his grades, he never studied but was at the top because of all the people who handed him study notes and past tests to get his attention. You worked so hard...

"... I get that you're the vice president, but shouldn't you be trying a little harder? Hey... [y/n]? Are you crying?"

You couldn't help it... it had all been building up until now. You didn't even realize you were crying, though, until this guy pointed it out to you. His hand on your shoulder felt like it was suffocating you...

"What the hell have you been on about, you idiot?" Eunwoo growled from your right. You turned to him and he was glaring at the boy who had been talking to you.

"I-"

"Don't even talk. There's nothing but garbage coming out of your mouth. Come on, [y/n], let's go," Eunwoo said, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of there.

You were extremely confused, but more than anything, you were just sad. So you didn't stop Eunwoo when he led you outside of the bar.

"Is everything okay? Take some deep breaths." Eunwoo was staring right into your eyes as he spoke to you, reaching out his thumb to gently wipe your tears away.

"What's... going on?"

"That idiot was saying some useless garbage so I brought you out here. I can leave if you want to be alone-"

"No! No, please don't go," you begged, holding on tightly to his sleeve. You couldn't help it, you completely broke down and found yourself sobbing into his chest. What was weirder was that Eunwoo had his arms wrapped around you and was rubbing your back...

After you calmed done, Eunwoo insisted that he walk you back to your dorm.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you asked him, sniffling quietly.

He threw his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground.

"I don't like it when people are mean to you, [y/n]," he said quietly.

"But you're mean to me all the time!" you pointed out.

"You're the one who started being mean to me!" Eunwoo whined.

You stopped walking.

"I started being mean to you? Eunwoo, you know you're the one who threw a basketball at me that day and never apologized, right?"

Eunwoo stared at the dark sky for a moment as he tried to remember what you were talking about. Then his eyes widened and he looked at you.

"Oh... I swear, there's an explanation-"

"There better be!"

"This is going to sound dumb but... I felt too shy to look at you... which is why I avoided you like that."

What? Eunwoo, the most cocky and arrogant president you know, was shy?

"Why in the world were you shy, Eunwoo?"

It wasn't just the slight breeze in the air that was turning his cheeks red, now. He was about to tell you something important.

"Ever since the first day at the orientation week... I thought you were really... attractive. And then, learning about you through all the icebreakers just made things worse. I don't really know how to handle my feelings, so maybe that's why I came across as so rude."

There was silence as you processed everything and starting walking to your dorm again.

"Eunwoo... if you had just cleared this all up a little sooner, we wouldn't have been like cats and dogs," you said, laughing nervously and touching the back of your neck.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Do you still... like me?" you asked him quietly.

Eunwoo paused before answering. "I don't think I could ever just stop liking you."

Both of you giggled at his cheesy words. You felt like you were on another planet. The boy you'd hated so much turned out to have a crush on you?

"You don't need to tell me how you feel anytime soon. I know there's been a lot of misunderstandings... so let's just clear those up first?" Eunwoo cocked his head to one side.

"If you get to my dorm faster than me, I'll consider it!" you yelled before running in the direction of your residence building.

"I don't even know where you live!" Eunwoo yelled after you, following you along.

"What kind of president are you? You don't even know where your vice president lives?" you yelled back, sticking your tongue out at him.

Suddenly, Eunwoo caught up to you and started racing ahead. Of course he knew where you lived. He liked you.

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

— WORDS. 5k

tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme.

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible.

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink.

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss.

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well.

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like.

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect.

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength.

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it.

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him.

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him.

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock.

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan.

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

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Alone Time- Germany(NSFW) one-shot

IT’S FINALLY HERE, MY FIRST ONE SHOT ON THIS BLOG, To the angel that requested it, I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you love it. I tried my best to keep it gender neutral as possible. So tell if there are any slip ups (specifically with pronouns).

anyways, here are the warnings

Pet-play(she was on a leash), Boot licking, Oral sex (reader giving), Germany being hot, and bad writing.

Status: Unedited

“Stop it, Ludwig,” I say, feeling my boyfriend's lips on my neck. “I'm trying to cook.”

“I'm not doing anything, just relax.” and me, being the idiot I am, I listened. I tried my best to focus on not burning the pancakes in front of me, but Ludwig was making this the most difficult task in the world. I feel his cold hands slowly begin to caress up my waist, and under my (his) shirt. He reaches over my shoulder and turns off the stove. He begins to bite my shoulder. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Ludwig starts to rub up my thighs, I bite my lip, in anticipation. He slowly inches his hands closer to my core. He begins to slide my underwear to the side, I feel his finger start to enter my.

“Ass face, I need powdered sugar.” Monika’s (nyo!Germany) voice rings through the house. I hear the front door slam and turn around to see Ludwig, eyes wide, and cheeks red. He Immediately removes his hands from me, and goes upstairs. Great, now I'm horny with a half cooked pancake.

It’s been a week since Ludwig’s sister caught us in a less than decent position, and he hasn’t laid a hand on me since “You need to get over your weird paranoia, no one is gonna walk in.” I say crawling towards him, leash around my neck. There’s no way he could resist me like this, I'm practically the perfect puppy. He looked right at me, and turned right back to his laptop. My eyes were saucers, at this point. I stared at him in awe. He completely ignored me. I see my boyfriend's eyes look in my direction.

“Don't give me that look.” he says, my face twisted into a confused look. “Stop it.” Ludwig commands.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” He gives me a stern look and I begin to catch on. Slowly I start to crawl towards my boyfriend, tongue out, eyes wide.

“Sit.” I stop dead in my tracks, look at him, cocking my head to the side. “Stop, I'm working.” I bite my lip and whimper. He takes a deep breath and continues to type. I continue crawling forward. “I said stop!” he said, his jaw tense.

“But master,” I pause, “I've been so good.” Without hesitation, he grabs the leash and yanks me in his direction.

“I've spoken to you about talking back, haven’t I?” he questions, his voice lowering. I nod in response. “Then what exactly am I gonna do about that mouth of yours?” he asks while he pinches my cheek. Despite the way it was phrased it wasn't much of a question.

Ludwig unzips his pants and takes his length out, he grabs the back of my head, and not so gently places my mouth around his cock.

“HEY WEST!” The obnoxious sound of my boyfriend's older brother, Gilbert’s, voice fills the home office. I'm immediately yanked off of my boyfriend's cock by my hair. “I don't remember what I came in here for, but mine is way bigger.” and before I knew it, we were both being kicked out. Joke’s on him, I could hear his porn through the door, that he had the nerve to lock me out of.

At this point, Ludwig’s refusing to even glance in my direction, and doesn’t seem to like the idea of taking back the keys he gave to his siblings, so once again, I'm forced to take matters into my own hands. I wait for him to come home, on the couch, in nothing but a collar and pink thong, this has to work or I might actually explode.

I hear the lock on the front door turn, and I perk up, “Hey, Ludwig, how was work?” I greet him casually

“Oh, it was fi-” he cuts himself off upon seeing me, I can't but feel proud of myself for triggering this reaction from him. I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I cock my head to the side. “Long day?” Ludwig can’t seem to find words. “If so, I know what you need.” I say guiding him to the couch. “A good ol’ fashion boot cleaning.” I state lowering myself onto my knees.

“No, I'm okay.” My boyfriend says in retaliation.

“D-did he just say no?” I think to myself. I'm pretty sure my jaw literally hit the floor.

“Would you prefer a foot rest?” I ask, switching my position to my hands and knees. He stays silent and doesn’t move an inch, it’s like he’s frozen. “Welp, I guess boot cleaning it is.” I state lowering my face to the boots in question. I start by licking up the side, my tongue only grazing the rubber sole. I make my way to the steel toe, and just as I'm getting to my favorite part.

“HEY BROHAUS, I'M GOING THE STORE, YOU WANT SOM- OH!”

“GODDAMMIT JJ!” I shout in frustration.

“You're just gonna let her talk to your big sister like that.” JJ says, sitting on the chair, in the living room like she didn't interrupt us. Ludwig looks as if he’s frozen. “Damn Luddy, you’ve kinda disappointed me here, you gotta make her lick it like she means it.” Ludwig doesn't say anything in response to his sister just lowers his head in shame. “If she doesn't, what's the point?” his sister continues.

“Umm..” I begin but I can't figure what I could possibly say in this situation.

“Anyways, do you need anything from the store?” JJ offers with a smile. I'm in absolute shock by her nonchalant nature.

“Just some milk.” Ludwig says, eyes still on his lap.

“No problem, baby.” She says in an endearing, motherly tone (no one has ever confused me more than this woman has at this moment), getting up to pinch her baby brother's cheeks. Her demeanor immediately changes to her regular, obnoxious one, as she exits through the front door. “DON'T FORGET TO CLEAN THE SOLES!” She laughs while closing the door. I stay on the floor stunned at what just happened, as my boyfriend just goes upstairs to take, what I assume to be, a cold shower.

I wake up to hear water running, I quickly get up and make my way to the bathroom, and strip down completely. I hop in behind my unsuspecting boyfriend, and wrap my arms around his torso, I feel him jump slightly.

“What exactly do you think you are doing?” Ludwig questions turning to face me.

“Saving water, I thought it was obvious.” I say a playful tone in my voice. I lower myself onto my knees, to take his half hard cock into my hand, and slowly start to pump.

“Stop, what if somebody co-” I shush him

“Who is going to come in, while your showering?” I say before putting my mouth to good use.

“Well, I suppose your right.” he says, grabbing me by my hair, and bringing my nose to his toned abdomen. I feel myself choke slightly.

“What’s wrong, can't take it, all of sudden.” He chuckles. “Pathetic.” he presses my head down with a firmer grip. “Suck it like you mean it, or don’t suck it all.” I'm suddenly hit with flashbacks of his sister from two weeks ago. I'm not gonna lie, It threw me off a bit.

Ludwig continues to bob my head back and forth on his length, watching me intensely. I feel him start to twitch in my mouth, he tenses and I feel his warm load glide down throat and dribble down my chin.

“GERMAAAAAANYYYYYYY” I hear the voice of Feliciano, Ludwig’s best friend, as I'm met with the cold air, from the curtain being torn open. “Oh hi Y/N, you look awfully pretty today.” I see ludwigs eyes darken from his friend's comment.

“What do you want?” Ludwig says, visually irritated.

“I wanted to know if you had seen my spatual, I used it yesterday and now I can't find it.” Feliciano had said it so fast, I almost didn't understand him.

“Why the hell would I know, YOU DON'T LIVE HERE!” I jumped a little at his sudden increase of volume, it was kinda hot.

“I'm sorry Luddy, I forgot?” I giggle at Feli’s response.

“You mean to tell me you walked all the way to my house, and still didn’t remember you lived somewhere else?” Feliciano just nodded in response to my boyfriend's question. “GET OUT!” and with that, Feli was out the door.

Ludwig reaches over to turn the water off. “Um, what exactly do you think you're doing?” I say and he shoots me a confused look. “You get to finish, and I don’t?” He stops and stands straight up. “I think the fuck not, you trick ass bitch.”

Ludwig sighs, hoisting me up against the wall, and rubbing circles on my clit. “You’re right, that was rude of me.” he says, biting my neck.

“That's quite a subby response, if you ask me.” I say earning me a slap on the ass, the water only amplifying the sting caused from his hand. Thank god, I don’t know what’d I would've done if he left me hanging again.

Up next: Axis with a bratty s/o

Until next time😚

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