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i v much dont normally make original posts on this blog, but I have to write this down somewhere
so. i properly experienced self bondage for the first time today. i've been practicing what can very very generously be described as self bondage for, like, a very long time lmao (love to be part of that generation that was, like, exposed to incredibly inappropriate content at a very very inappropriate age!!). back before college, what my attempts generally entailed were getting a bunch of belts and 'tying' myself up with them, maybe making them just the right tightness so i could wiggle my arms in if I was feeling ~spicy~. but, like, it was always easy to just... get out, yknow? the loss of control was, like, roleplayed, not actually experienced
in college i stole some rope from a sorority house (less scandalous that it sounds, it was in the attic and was unopened- someone probably got it for hiking or climbing or smth and just forgot about it) and actually started properly tying myself up, but it was still, like. like that sense of fakeness. i did frogties and made little slipknot handcuffs that I could attach to a collar I got, even a harness a couple times (and one super hot time where I hogtied myself lmao). but it was all stuff that I could just easily untie. even the sort of handcuffs kept my hands right next to each other so it was super easy to just loosen them lol
but then today. my god, today. i was feeling horny and, quite frankly, INCREDIBLY stupid, and i recently got a four poster bed, so i decided. hey. why not get two of my little slipknot handcuffs and tie my arms to the posts at the head of my bed?
it took me a sec to realize that I'd kinds fucked myself over. it was fun and exciting at first!! a new interesting position to try and add in when i play with myself, you know. I'd put on some nipple clamps, but no vibrator unfortunately because mine broke a while back (god. would have loved to have a vibrator for that tho LMAO). and then after a little bit i got bored, and decided to let myself out. and couldnt.
my brain, like, could not physically comprehend that I couldn't just move one hand over to the other. i kept accidentally trying to, obviously to no avail. i admittedly don't tie the best knots, so I tried pulling some, and for the first time my fucking knots held up. under different circumstances, i'll admit, this probably would have been incredibly hot to me. however, i didn't particularly want to have to yell for a family member to come downstairs and help me, so it turned into a problem to solve. luckily I had my nail cutting tools next to my bed (not intentionally, mind. was truly pure luck) so i didn't start panicking and instead started trying to cut through the rope. after, like, ten minutes of trying that i wasn't making all that much progress, so i decided to try something else, and, very triumphantly, managed to loosen one of the knots with my foot enough that i could get my hand out. and then i just sat and thought about it for a sec.
the circumstances weren't great this time, but, god. it was the first time i truly felt like i didn't have control of the situation. i want to do it again so bad even though i know that is fantastically stupid. and, god, the thought ran through my head when i was struggling to get out of calling a friend of mine who i have a sort of crush on and just. the thought of, like, if my feet had also been tied and I didnt have any scissors or anything nearby, the thought of being truly, completely at someone else's mercy is just. fuck. FUCK. i want it so fucking bad lmao
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house sitting & concupiscence
— In which Endeavor asks Shouto for a favor, and Shouto decides to take his payment by fucking you on his bed. —
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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader
warnings: cursing, 18+ smut, dom!shouto, masturbation, toys (spreader bar, bondage, vibrator, collar, leash, gag, & fuck machine), master kink, spanking, temperature play, marking, pain, choking, torture punishment, overstimulation, voyeurism, slapping, oral (giving), hair pulling (receiving), semi-brat taming, anal (receiving), breeding kink
word count: 18,631
a/n: i know its long, but,,, please read LMAO. this took me a full ass week to write. im exhausted, im buzzing because idk how this went LMAOOOO, let me know what you think! please carefully read the warning, I will not be addressing anything about anal in my askbox (unless youre roasting me, which is understandable because lmao)
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“Why are we going to your dad’s house?”
Tonight was supposed to be your date night with Shouto, and given that for the past two months, the two of you had been busy every day and night adjusting to being working adults, the two of you had been excited to go out. Next week would make two years, but it seemed the two of you would only be able to celebrate it during the dead of night. So, with a kind smile and a gentle kiss, you convinced Shouto that the two of you could celebrate the week prior. After all, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t quite two years; you both loved each other plenty enough to overlook the actual date.
Like for any celebration, you found yourself sitting in front of your vanity mirror as you applied your makeup. Your hair was done up in the most elegant style you could muster on your own, and you wore a simple yet gorgeous little black dress. Your head tilted in the mirror as you looked at your reflection. Your legs were shapely and smooth from the increased physical work you were doing, and the heels you paired with the outfit hung from your fingers.
You thought you looked hot, to say the least. What you didn’t expect was for Shouto to step into your shared room with his nostrils flared and eyes cold. Your eyes widened as you turned toward him, but the anger in his face disappeared immediately as he took you in.
His eyebrow quirked; a natural smile pressed into his face as his hands shoved into the pocket of his slacks.
“Don’t you look beautiful,” Shouto comments as he strolls up next to you. The steps were so casual, it was as if the two of you were strangers flirting in a bar, and not lovers two years into a serious relationship. “Who got you this outfit?”
Biting your lip, you chuckled, your arms wrapping around his neck, and you relaxed as he locked his around your waist. Your fingers rose to brush his short hair, the undercut was new, but it was a look you very much enjoyed on him.
Rising up onto your toes, you smile, seeing the way he leans towards you until your ruby painted lips brush against his earlobe.
“Your brother,” you tease, laughing loudly as he moves away, mock disgust and jealousy on his face.
“My brother? I’ll teach you to accept such pretty things from people who aren’t me,” Shouto warns as his fingers slip under the hem of the dress, eliciting a shout from you. He doesn’t seem to be deterred as his fingers hike the skirt of the dress further up until your cheeks turn red, and your protests are nothing but stutters.
“T-The reservations, Shoucchan,” you manage to get out as his lips press against your jugular vein.
“What about them?” Shouto mumbles against your skin as he backs you towards the bed.
“They’re s-soon,” you gasp as his teeth skim your skin, and his hands massage slowly against your ass. “We can’t miss it.”
Two months of hardly seeing each other also meant two months of not having sex or any sort of physical contact, and your actions exposed your need quickly. Your heels dropped with a loud clang, and you let Shouto do as he pleased.
To your dismay, however, the clatter of your heels on the floor caused Shouto’s ministrations to cease. Your eyes blinked as you focused back on him, your chest hammering and lust scorching your skin as you tried to concentrate on your boyfriend.
“Shouto?”
His eyes were once more consumed with the irritation and annoyance that had plagued him before you two interacting. Groaning loudly, you did not miss the way his eyes rolled before he focused back onto you.
“…we have to cancel the reservation.”
So, there you sit in the car, still dressed up with Shouto to your right driving, his hands clenching so tight around the wheel that his knuckles are white.
You sigh and tug his arm towards you. The way he attempts to jerk his arm away doesn’t escape you, but you still clutch his arm and lace your fingers with his. You place a soft kiss to the back of his hand and smile when you see him relax. It’s a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
“Are you going to answer my question, or are you going to leave me in the dark?” You ask again, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.
Shouto sighs and looks over at you. His face is still set with annoyance, but his eyes brighten when he looks at you, and his lips quirk into the smallest of smiles.
“You’re annoying,” he says, and you scoff in protest. He smiles broader and brings your hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to it.
Shifting in the leather seat to face him a bit better, you stretch towards him, your eyes wide with curiosity. “Answer my question, brat!”
Shouto sits there for a bit, gathering his emotions before he sighs, annoyed once again.
“He asked Fuyumi-nee to take care of his house for tonight.”
Your eyebrows scrunch. You know that Fuyumi has a vital interview tomorrow for her job, and knowing the hero’s life, she would have to stay there late into the night. “Doesn’t she have the—?”
“Yeah, so she said no,” Shouto sighs, his hand in yours tightening. “Natsuo also has a lot of exams, and he and Endeavor aren’t on good terms still, so… that’s why he couldn’t take it. So, Endeavor called me and pulled a ‘you owe me a favor’ card from our second year. Didn’t fucking care that I had plans.”
“Why does he need someone to take care of his house?” You ask, trying to keep Shouto from hyper-fixating onto Endeavors’ ignorance detail. “He lives there alone?”
“He’s paranoid about some low-class villains going to his door when no one is there since his address was exposed,” Shouto rolls his eyes as the two of you pull into the driveway of Endeavors Residence. “Some fucking number one hero he is.”
“And he wanted Fuyumi to watch the house?!” You gasp, your eyes widening. Shouto nods his head as he unbuckles his seatbelt, and he’s out of the door before you could finish asking your question. You sigh and unbuckle your belt, knowing how infuriated Shouto is.
Your brush your hair out of your face, and the car door opened. You looked up with a small grin as Shouto offered you a hand.
“If I’m being forced to spend our anniversary here, I’m going to do it correctly, as if everything was going according to plan.”
Giggling, you let Shouto help you out of the car, and you couldn’t help but bring your exasperated boyfriend in for a gentle kiss. The kiss lasts less than a few seconds, but as you pull away, the irritability on Shouto’s face is gone as he smiles.
“I love you,” he says, closing the car door behind you.
“I love you too.” You smile like a lovestruck idiot as he begins to lead you to the front door. “We should have brought our costumes; surprise a few lowlives with our signatures.”
“Are you suggesting we let them rob Endeavor?” Shouto asks as he unlocks the front door.
“I just might be!” You laugh as you step in and remove your shoes.
It was currently five in the evening, and thus your date night commenced.
After two hours, you found yourself curled up on Shouto’s lap. You busied yourself with shoving popcorn in his mouth as you two watched Avatar the Last Airbender. The two of you had been watching it together since Shouto finally confessed that he had no idea why he was always compared to Prince Zuko.
Months of watching a few episodes every occasional night when you two had time lead you two to the finale now.
“I see the comparison now,” Shouto admitted with a mouthful of popcorn, and you hushed him again.
“Zuko may die!” You cried as on the screen, Zuko faced off with Azula, “He can lose, and you finally getting the comparison to the hottest man in the world is not a good excuse to distract me!”
“We can use fire, a scar, and a horrible father,” Shouto continues talking despite your attempts to quiet him as fire and lightning roared on the screen. “I was never the bad guy, was I?”
“You were a complete prick in the beginning, like Zuko,” you point out as you still focus entirely onto the T.V., “I mean, you did threaten to kill someone when we were fifteen. Talk about edgy! Plus, you didn’t want friends until Deku destroyed half of his body for you!”
“You’re an asshole,” Shouto huffs as he pushes you off of him, and you groan as you watch as he stands up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” You call after him as you sit up onto your knees, you faced him as he walked out with his cellphone raised for you to see that he was getting a call from Endeavor.
Your mouth drops, and you nod as Shouto walks outside to talk with his dad. You settle back down onto the couch and grab the remote, pausing the show and sinking into the sofa. Your fingers brush against your dress as you wait for Shouto to come back.
It felt like an eternity before Shouto returned; the front door slamming behind him, causing you to wince. Shouto stormed over, his eyes blazing with fury, and he clenched a case in his hand as he glared in your direction. It would have been unsettling had you not known whom his anger was directed at. He stops a few strides away from you, clearly not in the mood to finish up the Avatar series.
“What happened, baby?” You ask, standing up. A soft scoff escapes his lips as he shakes his head.
“He thought I was here alone,” Shouto explains, his head low. “He makes me come take care of his house, knowing that I had plans tonight, then he expected me to be here alone?!”
Your eyes widen as a chill runs down your spine. Endeavor was not a people person, that was a given, and there was no saying whether or not he liked you being Shouto’s girlfriend, but for him to not like the idea of being here was a bit off-putting.
“Do you need me to leave?” you find yourself asking as you walked over to Shouto with short strides. You knew that their relationship, while it had vastly improved since three years ago, was still rocky. You wanted Shouto to be as comfortable around his dad as much as possible, even if it meant you stepping away when needed. “I can get—”
“No,” Shouto snaps, his nostrils flaring, a furious fire flashing in his eyes, and his lips curling into a wry smile. “You’re not leaving.”
“If Endeavor doesn’t want me—”
“Fuck what Endeavor wants,” Shouto growls as he lets you pull him into a soft embrace, but he’s tense and doesn’t melt into your touch like he usually does. “I want you, y/n, and he ruined our night. He doesn’t have the damn right to tell me what I can or can’t do when I’m happy.”
You nervously licked your lips as you stroked his back gently in hopes of derailing his palpable anger. There was just no use in having Shouto getting worked up about something that Endeavor wasn’t going to be able to change in the long run anyway.
“It’s okay,” you whisper as you pull away, your eyes trying to shine brightly as you press a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I won’t leave!”
There’s a harsh stream of air that escapes his nose, and he’s stiff against you, his lips unmoving, but he returned the kiss nonetheless.
“This is our night,” you whisper against his mouth as your lips press against his jawline and pepper slow kisses down his jaw. He seems to have an internal battle of remaining angry and caving to your touch. “You have a room here, it’s just us two, let’s have some fun! Come on, forget about Endeavor.”
As a hero, there were moments where you could feel impending danger or something on the horizon. Be it a sixth sense, or just fantastic gut feeling, but the moment those words left your mouth, they hit you in the gut. Pulling away, your eyes focus on Shouto, whose eyes are shut tight, and you watch as his jaw muscle flares before his eyes open.
Todoroki Shouto was no longer his younger self. While still prone to acting solely on his emotions, he was in control. The last time you had seen the pure rage in Shouto’s eyes was long before the two of you had been together, and something crawled down your spine as you attempted to speak, to understand what he was thinking about, and to stop whatever he was planning.
But then he let out a dark chuckle.
And you were too slow.
His mouth slams against yours, and your body goes back with the collision, but he doesn’t let you free. His kiss is hot, drowning, intoxicating, and full of burning energy that you didn’t realize he had in him. His free hand presses into your lower back, keeping you pressed against him as his mouth tries to get you to break. Your hands press against his shoulders in an attempt to slow him down, but it doesn’t seem to have the effect you were hoping for.
His hand leaves the bottom of your back to tangle into your hair, your resounding groan of both pain and pleasure resonates through you, and it clouds your judgment. Your hands — against your better sense — wrap around the back of his neck, drawing him in closer. His hot tongue swiped at your bottom lip immediately.
Not wanting to give in to his insistence, you purse your lips against his harsh kiss. He didn’t seem to agree with you. The hand that held the black case smacked against your ass, and you gasped at the stinging pain as the case rattled.
His tongue invades your mouth in an intense affair, and your mind spins at the way his tongue drops in temperature before warming up. It sends a pleasant and dull throb through your body, and you moan into his mouth. Were you really going to let Shouto fuck you in a house that wasn’t yours? The two of you had fucked in places that weren’t your house, but it was never a family home, much less his dad’s house, but his tongue curls to tease the roof of your mouth, and it sends an uncontrollable shudder down your spine.
Your cheeks glow with embarrassment, and your eyes are wide in shock. “Shouto’s really going for it,” you thought. His lips are scorching, but it’s his eyes that make your thighs tremble. His eyes are nearly glowing with lust and desire, there’s still that animosity in his eyes and a sense of arrogance that made you want nothing more than to retaliate.
“I hope you’re ready for what’s happening tonight,” Shouto smirks, and you pant trying to control your racing heart.
“You know I am,” you lie confidently, despite the tremor in your voice and the weakness in your knees.
His hand moves to your cheeks, and you feel a growing heat from his hand as he places yet another ardent kiss onto your slowly bruising lips. Shouto’s lips are magnetic against yours, continuously pulling you in, sucking you in until you were gasping for more. Then he would move to nibble on your senseless lips in your overwhelmed state.
Low and soft pants with intermixed gasps begin to leave your mouth as you try to calm down, this kiss was so unlike his typical embrace, but you fucking loved this dominant persona that he dons. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him nearer, eliminating the space between you so that nothing could dare to come between, but your hips have a mind of their own, and you feel yourself grinding your crotch against his.
A low and nearly angry hiss leaves his lips, and your breath hitches as his mouth leaves yours. In a fashion similar to yours earlier that day, his mouth presses multiple kisses against your jawline, but they’re sturdy, intense, and full of teeth. Your mouth drops as you let out a curled moan at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the skin below your jaw.
It wasn’t a typical love bite; this was marking. You could feel his intent to break your skin with the mark, and the heat between your legs flared as he took a step forward, and with that, you made a step back.
You’ve only been to this house a few times, and most of the time, you only come here for Fuyumi’s sake of keeping the family close. Awkward yet lively dinner conversations had led to Shouto showing you his childhood room that hadn’t been touched since he was fifteen. Sure, the two of you were nineteen, but a bedroom that hadn’t been touched in four years was something sinisterly haunting.
Shouto’s bedroom was the closest to the master bedroom — Endeavors room. That you knew because the grandest and most intricately beautiful door in this house belonged to Endeavors’ room.
Imagine the horror that sank in your when your lust hazed vision watched as Shouto’s childhood room passed you and your back hit a door.
“Shouto! This is—”
“I know,” Shouto growled against your burning neck. He had left enough bites on your neck to hurt, but the throbbing pain only added to the throbbing heat of your core. “You deserve to be fucked on a good bed, not my childhood one.”
“But Endeavor!” Pathetically you try to get him to move off you, but Shouto opens the door, and the two of you stumble in. “We can’t—!”
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles as he pulls away from your marked neck, “he won’t know.”
Your eyes widened as he lets you go, and you hesitated in moving towards the enormous bed before you. This was too much, you couldn’t let Shouto fuck you on his dad’s bed! That would be so disrespectful! Blatant and honest disrespect! Even if Shouto was in a “fuck his dad” mood, you couldn’t let this happen.
Turning to face your boyfriend, the release of him on your body, allowing you to think logically, you were ready to stay firm in your decision.
“What are you doing?” Shouto asks as he walks to the bed, placing the black box onto the bed with a quirked eyebrow. “Get on the bed.”
“N-No,” you wheeze out. Wow, go confident you! “We can’t fuck on Endeavors bed! T-That’s going too far! I… I can’t do that!”
Shouto blinked slowly, once, twice, and then returned his attention back to the case as he released the clasps.
“Don’t worry about it,” Shouto says as he lays out a few things from the box, and a nervous shiver goes down your spine as you see what he brought.
A collar, leash, vibrator wand, ball gag, a spreader bar with bondage cuffs, so much lube, and a fucking machine.
Your jaw drops as he lays them out neatly, his eyes turning back towards you, and there’s a silent moment where the two of you simply stare at each other.
“That’s going too far,” you squeak as you pull at the hem of your dress, the nerves hit you as he shifts to look at you directly. “I can’t… if Endeavor found out, he’s going to kill us!”
“Endeavor isn’t going to find out,” Shouto’s upper lip curled into a snarl as his eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll wash the sheets, whatever the hell makes you convinced he won’t find out. But right now? I fucking need you the way I was planning on having you.”
His words fall almost alluringly in your ears, and goosebumps flash across your skin; butterflies fly in your stomach as you moan at the thought of what his intentions were for tonight. You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you thought it over, trying to figure out what exactly you needed to do because there was no getting out of this. You were beyond horny now, but it didn’t take much to see the danger in doing this.
But no, you couldn’t do this!
“Shouto, let’s — oh my god!”
Shouto, while you were lost in your thoughts, had begun to strip off his shirt. His toned and scarred torso ridiculously defined in the lighting of the room, and he stared at you dead-on as he ran a hand through his falling locks. Your breathing turns into a frenzy as he walks over to you, his hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks until he’s centimeters before you.
Your eyes struggle not to scour your boyfriend’s body like some hormonal fangirl, you recited the Pro Hero Guidebook in your head as you fought off the urge to just jump him. Were pheromones a thing for humans? If they were, he was definitely putting you under some spell that was making you succumb to his own lusts.
“I know what I want,” he whispers as his lips brush against your sore neck, and a voluptuous moan resounds loudly from you. Your breasts rise and fall quickly as your hands press against his warm skin, and your eyes flutter closed as his lips press heavier against your skin. “I know what I need. I need you more than life itself, and I only want you, y/n.”
Not daring to open your eyes in fear of having this gone too soon, you feel yourself nodding.
“Fuck me right then…”
A chuckle deep in his throat reverberated against you, and then you felt his lips back on you.
Hot, fast, dangerous.
You struggled to keep up as Shouto tossed you up, and your legs automatically went to wrap around his waist.
Hunger, desire, need.
That was the way Shouto kissed you right now, his lips downright eager, yet it wasn’t the right word to use. You could feel his hard-on pressing against your ass as you drew him in closer. Hands pressed against his neck, clawing at the bare skin as you wanted more from him — you craved more from him.
It was when you pressed your chest into him that caused a small yelp of protest to escape your lips. In your impassioned drunkness, Shouto had been holding your ass firmly in his grip. His fingers digging into your soft flesh under the hem of your dress until he seemed to be sick of it.
The sound of ripping fabric echoed in your ears as you pulled away from Shouto’s luring mouth. The dress fell loose around your body as you watched as he pulled the remains of your dress from between the two of you. You slammed your hands against his chest in protest as Shouto took the destroyed material and tossed it onto the floor.
“It was in the way,” Shouto chuckles as he ignores your protests as he brings you back in for another kiss. “I’ll buy you a new one, I’m the one who bought it after all.”
Your eyes twitch as his fingers trace the lingerie that remained secured on your body; the anger you had vanished quickly the moment he brushed his thumb over your clothed nipple. Yes, there were apparent problems with knowing everything about your partner’s body, as in times like this, your anger flew out the window as his thumb and forefinger pinched your nipple.
You reacted with a shrill mewl as your hips automatically ground against his, and your head slammed against his shoulder. You felt his cold fingers press the bra down, and your mind nearly went blank as his calloused fingers made contact with your sensitive nipples.
“S-Shouto,” you stammer as you feel your neck blushing as his teeth nip at your earlobe, tingling pleasure scorching your body as he does it a few more times. Low and sultry moans escape your mouth as the heightening bliss of this interaction was getting to you.
“Fuck,” Shouto chuckled as he began moving towards the bed, and you tremble as the friction between your crotches increase. The pressure of his clothed cock sends your mind spinning against your barely covered core. “You’re so gorgeous, love.”
Panting in agreement, your hips bucked weakly against his as the pleasure of him biting your earlobe, his fingers pinching, pulling, and rolling your nipple, and the way his hips met your grinding hips.
Low and pounding heat grew in your stomach, and you whimpered as his hand groped your breast.
But then it was gone, and your body was tossed against a soft bed.
The coolness and freshness of the sheets once more sent a memory of whose bed this was. And the consequences for your actions.
“Shouto!” You squeaked as Shouto climbed onto the bed, his hands holding the lube as his eyes glanced at you.
Lust, amazement, love, and confusion.
“What is it?”
“This is Endeavors bed,” you find yourself repeating, although you were past the point of caring. It just came back up like word vomit.
“Fuck what he says,” Shouto snaps as he drops the lube. His eyebrows were scrunched together in his annoyance and anger, and you could see the muscles flaring in his jaw. There’s a cold laugh that leaves Shouto’s mouth as he grabs the spreader, and you feel your heart stop. “I don’t like it when you’re saying other trash names when I’m about to fuck you, princess.”
Your eyes widen as Shouto is by your feet with the spreader, his head down, and his hair falling to cover his dark eyes.
“I think you need to prove to me that you deserve to let me fuck you.”
Before you could ask, before you could question his actions, Shouto tore your panties from your hips and held them in his fingers. His eyes widening as he sees the soaked thin fabric between his fingers.
You sat up straight, trying to grab for your panties, embarrassed by how wet you had been even though practically nothing had happened. But Shouto was faster and far stronger. With a heavy hand, he shoved your shoulder back, and you fell back onto the mattress, and as you collected yourself, something tight wrapped around your ankles.
“SHOUTO!”
On your ankles sat the spreader bar, the black steel shining dangerously at you as you stared up at your boyfriend, who placed your panties into his slack pockets.
“You’ll get those back if you behave,” Shouto hums as he sat down. “Now, if you want my cock, you better make yourself cum.”
“I’m not masturbating,” you snap embarrassed as you felt exposed. Your legs were wide open, your slick essence already coating your inner thighs and the smell of your sex filling your nose as you tried in repetitive failure to close your legs.
“Fine,” Shouto says coolly as he stands up from the bed. “Have fun letting Endeavor see you like this. Cunt wet and exposed like a filthy fucking whore.”
You’re stunned into silence as you watch as he walks towards the door, his eyes unamused yet challenging as he places a hand on the knob.
“But you would like that, huh? You’d let other men fuck what’s mine? Is this what you wanted all along?”
Shouto lets out a dry laugh as he dares you to not do anything, but the pure stupidity behind his words makes you angry. It boils in your stomach as you lay down, your eye contact not breaking as you pull down the other bra cup. Then your fingers trail from your collarbone down to your breasts, teasing your pert nipples.
Electrifying pleasure rolls through you as you play with your breasts. Each tug, pull and turn making your knees slam together in an attempt to get friction to your cunt.
“Come on,” Shouto smirks as he rests at the foot of the bed. His arms are crossed against his chest, and he’s drinking you in. “Put your fingers where you want me.”
“I’m not putting my fingers up my ass,” you grin, your bottom lip captured between your teeth as another building pleasure slams through your body.
Shouto doesn’t say anything, his eyes only getting darker as you bring your fleshy mounds to your mouth and take a playful bite.
Eyes were powerful, and Shouto had some of the most intense eyes you’d ever known. So the way he gorged your figure as your hand flattened against your skin while trailing down your navel to where you were desperate for attention set your skin on fire.
Your legs trembled as the nail of your middle finger teased the middle of your lower lips, and you felt like you were choking at the way he zeroed in on your teasing fingers.
“Give me a show.”
Groaning at the way his words clung to you, your fingers pressed against your throbbing clit as your eye contact was broken by your head tossing back. You were so turned on that this gentle pressure felt overwhelming as you cried his name.
Your other hand dropping your breast and pressed against your inner thigh, your other fingers moving from your clit to your cunt.
In went one finger, the initial tightness making you sigh as you pumped your finger with no intent in mind. Then went in another finger and another. Your inner walls clenching around your intruding fingers, making you gasp at the velvety warmth of it all. Eyes fluttering open, you move your wrist, and your fingers move fluidly within you.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Shouto groans as he watches your movements like a hawk, his eyes burning themselves into your exposed cunt.
But it made you feel so good.
With a single heave, your pumping fingers increased in their speed and intensity. Growing so much, your walls squeezed against your moving fingers. Your fingers pounded into your wet core, the sounds of the entering and exiting appendages, making you whine as your free hand pressed against your clit. Your hips bucked up against your moving fingers in an attempt to further increase this intense desire.
Your fingers continued to dance against your needy clit as you shook.
Hot fire slammed to your toes as they curled in your overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes clenching closed as you rubbed hard and fast circles into your desperate clit. Your back arching off the bed multiple times, almost ending with you falling onto your side due to the imbalance caused by the restraint bar.
Faster and hard, faster, and harder.
The squelching of your soaked pussy and pistoning fingers were heavy in your ear as you shrieked. Your legs were spasming, kicking, and your hips thrusting as your end was nearing fast. Shouto’s name continued to be cried from your mouth as you curled your fingers in you, and your fingers pinched your clit, and then an idea slams through you.
Use Endeavor’s name.
And as your orgasm crashed through you, a pitched scream sounded in the room as it all clashed within you.
His name was used.
Your body trembling as you lay on the bed, your fingers still knuckle deep within you as you pant. Your slick essence coats your hands as you manage to sit up, out of breath, and staring at Shouto in a challenging way as you removed your fingers from within you.
There’s a scoff, a sound almost similar to a snarl, and you watch as Shouto shakes his head.
“Aren’t you being a fucking slut.”
Blinking slowly, you heard his pants hit the ground when the belt clacked against the wooden floors. Then you saw that he was by your legs, his cock erect and pressing onto his stomach, the head already beading. Pre-cum dripped from his tip, and you feel victorious at the way he was so turned on.
But it seemed that the dress wasn’t the only thing being destroyed today.
His left hand held onto the fabric of your bra, and you watched in heated horror as he reduced the lingerie to ash.
“Shouto?! What the fu— mmph?!”
Shouto shoved your cum slick fingers in your mouth, and you mewled at the taste of your sweet essence on your fingers.
“Suck it all off,” he practically hissed as he moved your wrists, emulating a blowjob as you groaned against your fingers. “You don’t deserve to be fucked like a princess, do you?”
Your protests against your fingers were ignored as he pressed you against the bed, and you choked as your fingernail stabbed the back of your throat. But it didn’t matter to Shouto, no, not at all.
“If you want to be saying Endeavor’s — fucking scum’s name in bed, I’ll treat you no better than a fucking whore.”
There was a moment of silence as he watched you gag against your own fingers, his weight keeping you locked onto the mattress. But then it was over, and his hand grabbed the bar between your ankles, and he yanked it up.
Your teeth lock around your fingers in your surprise, but he lets go of your wrist, your eyes lock on his as your knees rest beside your chest, and you blink in confusion as he glares down at you.
“Hold it,” he commands as your hands move to hold the bar. It’s cold against your fingers, and the areas that are coated with your saliva make the bar slippery and wet.
“W-Why?” You hoarsely ask, your throat thick from the continuous stabbing of your finger. Typically when the bar was used, Shouto always held it.
“I told you you were going to be fucked like a whore, right? That makes you easy. I don’t need to work hard for someone who does this daily. But that means you should be good at this, so see that clock? In ten minutes, if you cum more than three times, you’ll get punished.”
Your mouth opens to respond to him, but Shouto presses his hands against the bottom of your thighs and, with accurate precision, thrusts wholly into you.
Your grip on the bar almost weakens entirely as his cock fills you completely, your words of protest become gasping pleas as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, and you feel dizzy, your fluttering walls adjusting. His cock was thick, and it was lengthy; your inner walls ached against him as you adjusted, but regardless of how tight it felt, you could sense your essence spilling from you as Shouto sighed.
He shifted, and in a matter of seconds, you watched as his hips snapped backward before thrusting back into you.
The stretch of your legs makes you feel as if you weren’t breathing correctly. Each breath was short and raspy as you clung to the metal bar as Shouto repetitively slams his cock into your cunt.
“Shit, such a pretty cunt you have,” he rasps as your walls spam against him with his wild thrusts. He moves his hands further up your legs so that they press against your knees, pushing you into the mattress, increasing the angle of which he drills down into you.
Pathetically, your hips attempt to rise up in meet him, to increase this brutal force he was using as you crave even more. It was too much.
The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping pussy created loud wet noises that you cried in embarrassment, but Shouto found it as an excuse to speed up. His rugged grunts are music to your ears as his cock hits your walls every time. The stretch he gives you was boggling, and you were progressively less cognitive aware as he drilled in harder. His slams were so hard that the sound of his thighs hitting your ass let out a continuous and loud slap.
His fingers gorge into your skin, and you cry his name like a hopeful prayer as he is fueled by your appraisal.
Your hands are weak against the bar, and it feels as if it’s slipping the moment he releases his right hand from your leg. You cry as the angle of penetration lessens, but his ramming continues at the same pace, and his fingers land on a puffy and sensitive bundle of nerves. The simple action set you enflame as you wailed his name, and Shouto bit your inner calf as his finger cooled dramatically against your clit.
The difference between your body that felt like it was on fire and the bitter ice of his fingers made your body spasm uncontrollably. The bar was being pulled in by your forearms as exploding pleasure slams through every vein in your body. But your thrashing and wailing do not stop Shouto, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the bed begins to sway with every powerful thrust.
“I needa— holy shit, r-right there!”
“What? Do you need to come already?” Shouto mocks against your calve, and you whimper as he bites it again.
Your eyes can no longer stay open as the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and begs for more. You forcibly clench around him in an attempt to stir a reaction from him, but all he does is curse loudly as he continues his rutting force. The pounding is rhythmic. The feeling of Shouto’s cock entering and leaving you draws your eyes to the back of your head as you whimper his name, his thighs hitting your ass at bruising force, only adding to your pleasure. His finger getting colder by the second as it simmers against your burning clit. Your heart hammering in your ears as you heard Shouto snap at you.
“Cum.”
The orgasm that had been surging within you crashed through you in a fiery white heat as your jaw slacks in a silent scream. Your body convulses against your hold and his, but Shouto doesn’t stop, not even when your toes curl, not even when you sob.
“Shouto!”
He pulled out then, his pants heavy in your ear, and something ripped through you as the weirdest sensation floods through you. Your cunt throbs uncharacteristically harder as you softly sob Shouto’s name.
You had squirted.
It was all over the comforter; there was even some on Shouto’s lower abs that shone in a mixture of sweat and you.
Your head slams back into the mattress as you can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, your chest heaving at the experience you just had. You’ve never squirted before, and your body felt like it was short-circuiting as you remained on your back.
“Look at that,” Shouto mused as he unfastened the restraints on your ankles, and your thighs crashed together, an inevitable soreness throbbing within as you lay speechless. That had winded you. “For someone not wanting to make a scene on his bed, you just wet a whole portion to it. I don’t think you even care if he finds out I fucked you on his bed, y/n. A little whore like you, you probably want the entire neighborhood to know.”
“I don’t,” you gasp as you struggle to find your breath still, and Shouto hums as he turns you over onto your stomach.
You’re not sure if it was a forcible push or something gentle. All you know is that your body burned where he touched you, and your thighs ached as you settled on your stomach.
“How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you like that?” Shouto snaps at you, and your eyes widen as you shift your head to look at Shouto’s whose cock is still erect, and you realize in a dawning horror that you had come twice now, and he had not.
Then there was the challenge, he only had to make you come three more times to do whatever insidious things he had planned. Your fingers fisted in the sheets as you groaned loudly. His body heat radiated onto you, and you rub your thighs together at the thought of Shouto gripping your ass as he drilled into you from behind.
You needed to get him to do that, but to make sure you didn’t come.
“I don’t want to,” you stall, hoping that in moments like these, it would help in your favor.
“Let go of the sheets,” Shouto ignores you as he gives a pointed look at your hands that clutched the sheets.
“Nope.”
The heat he provided was suddenly gone, and your eyes widened as a closet door creaks open. You watch as Shouto stands by a closet, a hand on his hip as he studies the closet before him, and you let out a strangled noise as you can already taste what he’s getting out.
“Shouto, do not!”
“Don’t what?” Shouto asks as he pulls out four brightly colored ties that Endeavor owned. “They’ll get cleaned up and put away, I mean look at the mess you already made, this shouldn’t concern you.”
Your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you look at the stained sheets below you, and you sit on your knees as you cross your arms.
“Using Endeavors clothes as bondage is going too far!”
Shouto looked at you, his eyes annoyed, angry, and uncaring, then he shrugs. He takes a few strides, and he’s back on the bed.
“He should have thought of that before being a dick.”
There was no time to react as Shouto grabbed your wrists in his hand and tugged you towards him. Before you could attempt to pull back, to resist ruining more of Endeavors’ personal belongings, the tie is properly looped around your arms, and you’re locked in place.
“Now on your hands and knees like a good slut,” Shouto directs running a hand through his sweaty locks while rising to his knees. The tie is almost uncomfortable with how tight it is, and you remain stagnant, staring at your boyfriend, who was insistently becoming more of a dom than you had ever seen him as. But with your lack of action, his expression sours, and he grasps your cheeks in his hand. “Are you fucking deaf?
You gasp loudly when Shouto’s hand brings your face to the mattress, your back curved, arms pressed into your breasts.
“I thought whores had better form than this,” Shouto sneers while pressing a heavy hand against the center of your spine. You adjusted immediately under his force, your back arching with your pert ass in the air. “Much better.”
The mattress pressed against your chest in a suffocating way, your heart hammering as you realized what was to come.
“Shouto, please,” your voice pleads again; his hands roam your ass and hips, whispering nasty sweet things to you while the tip of his cock presses against your still wet cunt. “Don’t make a mess of me, not on Endeavors bed.”
There was a moment of silence while his hands disappeared from your skin. Licking your lips, you turned your head to see what exactly his expression was. But you were too late.
He slammed his right hand against your ass cheek, causing you to shriek while your skin throbbed in his wake. The pain made your legs buckle, a hot pressure reigniting in your core, and another loud slap repeated on your opposite cheek.
Fisting in your hair, you yelped loudly when Shouto yanked your head back. The arch in your back was dramatized by this action; your back ached as another heavy slap echoed against your troubled skin. His dense, almost wild breathing hits the shell of your ear, and chills shoot down your spine when he snarls.
“Who the fuck matters to you right now?” He hisses in your ear. “Is it Endeavor fucking you on this bed right now? No—” his hand comes down against your ass with every word, ignoring your growing sobs— “I’m the one fucking you. The only man’s name you should be uttering is mine. Do. You. Understand?”
The next spank that comes across your ass nearly sends you tumbling over at the strength and power behind it. Your arms buckle under you, the weight and struggle to keep yourself upright was a challenge as Shouto abused your ass.
“Answer me, whore.”
There was no stopping Shouto’s heavy hand against your pert ass, and you could not think of anything but how your cunt throbbed for the man behind you. Your sobs of pain had long ago become those of pleasure, and you could feel the raised prints of his hands on your sore cheeks. It delighted you.
“Y-Yes, sir!” You pant, your body trembling in your excitement and need for more.
“You like this, don’t you,” he sneers while he rubs circles against your heated skin. “You’re trembling with excitement as you try telling me you don’t want me to fuck you here. Do you want me to leave you here? With no clothes, no way back home? Count the number of times I spank you, I want to hear you counting and thanking me every time.”
Slap.
“One. T-Thank you, sir.”
Your words were barely above a whisper, just enough for Shouto to hear you thank him as you trembled like a leaf before him. His upper lip pulled back into a sneer as he let go of your hair, throwing your head into the mattress, and his fingers go and pinch your nether lips, and you cried loudly.
“I know you can fucking scream louder than that, don’t make me ask again. From the top.”
The words were like honey to your ear, and you shifted in an attempt to ease the growing lust between your legs.
Slap.
“One! Thank you, s-sir!”
Your mind reeled as Shouto continued his conquest against your ass. You could barely remember the number you were on by the time he was done with you, the added sensation of his alternating heated and chilled hands increasing the desire in you to find you as you were now. Ass bright red and in the air, back arched further than you had ever gone, and saliva and tears seeping onto your bond arms.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he observes as two of his fingers slide against your wet slit, and your ragged moans fill the area at the need of more. He continued petting you, and while feeling finally returned to your abused ass, your hips began to buck against his wandering hands, trying to get them to slip between the folds. “Such a greedy little slut.”
His chuckle is barely heard by you, for as he said that, he pressed the head of his cock into your cunt. A sharp whine slams from your throat as the emptiness of this action makes you crave more. You shift your ass back, the action full of temporary regret as soring pain flashes through your lower body. He did not hold back.
Gritting your teeth, you continued pushing against him, craving more.
“Is this not good enough for you?” Shouto chuckles, but there’s no light humor to his laughter. “Good.”
At that phrase, Shouto slams into you at full force again, causing you to bite down hard against your saliva-coated and bound arms as you feel his cock twitch within you. Your breathing is harsh as you focus on the nightstand and see the clock. It’s felt like an eternity, but only three minutes had passed since the bet was made. If you won, you’d move this fuck feast into his bedroom.
“Seven minutes,” you choke against your skin, not wanting to show how turned on you were.
The instant you were done chiding him, you regretted telling Shouto the amount of time he had left. The bed shifted by your knees, and you could only imagine what was happening as you could feel his cock moving out of you and slamming back into you.
The angle and power behind these thrusts were different than what you were used to from the standard doggy style. With each hypnotizing slam of his hips, shrill moans of pleasures ripped from your throat, and you preened your head to look at Shouto.
Sure enough, Shouto was positioned on his feet, his knees bent as he dropped into your awaiting cunt with such savagery your eyes rolled back watching him. Sweat dripped down his neck, his hands gripping your bruised and battered ass like some type of life support, and the squelching noises of your slamming sex were making your body weak.
“That feels so — fuck — do that!”
“Who—” slap— “Are—” slap— “You—” slap— “Addressing?!” Slap!
“Y-You, sir!” You scream, your hips buck against his slamming hips. It was so raw, so rough, and you were enjoying every passing second.
Shouto chuckles at your praise, all while he continues to fuck you roughly. He was in a zone, his concentration like steel as he pounded into you again and again. Your inner walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating cock, and the heated pressure had built up all over again.
His cock twitched within you, it knocked the breath out of you; his fingers twisted into your hair.
“Fucking cum with me,” he demands, jerking your head back towards him again, and you sob as your legs tremble against his increasing power.
You feel your eyes cross, screaming out his name as your walls clamp down fiercely against his length. Shouto curses loudly, pulling out of you while your cum drips from your folds. But a hot and sticky substance hits the curve of your ass while Shouto lets out a string of curses, and you moan knowing that he came on you.
“That was two,” Shouto reminds you as you groan into the sheets.
“That was two,” you mock hoarsely, but you’re unable to move, your body locked in the way he had fucked you.
“Look,” Shouto says, ignoring your disrespect, for you can hear the prideful smirk on his tone as he forces you onto your side. “You made another mess.”
“You’re cleaning up Endeavors bed when we’re done,” you whimper, making no attempt to sit up, your body screaming in pain when you lay still.
“You really can’t seem to get his name out of your fucking mouth, can you?” Shouto barks while he moves to sit against the headboard. “What do I have to do to get you to fucking forget him? Choke you until you pass out? Break that pretty little mind and pussy of yours?”
There is no time to argue, Shouto grabs your legs and drags you over to him, your sensitive ass burning against the cum soaked comforter until you were at his side. Your pained breaths still as Shouto glares down at you, his left hand undoing the saliva-coated tie around your wrists, leaving the fabric slightly burnt while he tosses it to the side. Your arms throb as blood rushes back through it.
But before you could relish the feeling of your arms back, Shouto has his chest pressed against your back, and his right hand angling his once again hardening cock upwards.
“Since I mean nothing to you, make yourself cum.”
With that, he dropped your aching pussy onto his dick.
The feeling of his cock wholly sheathed within you, mercilessly slamming against the wall of your cervix and staying pressed tightly there. The delirious sensation made your head crash back against his shoulder, and your legs kicked out in response. Loud and low moans reverberated from your lips while adjusting to him buried within you again.
Your mind reeled while you adjusted, and Shouto angled his knees up, his scorching and robust grip moving your legs outside of his, causing your hips to spread against him.
“I told you to move,” he snaps, his fingers twisting your sensitive nipple harshly, your resulting wail muffled by you burying your face into his neck. “I didn’t pay for you to sit there.”
Puffs of air escaped your mouth quickly, and your feet shakily pressed into the mattress. You needed to move for him. But you were too slow, and a sharp and icy cold slap hit your clit.
Your body impulsively arched forward, your body rising up from his cock before you collapsed back down. But the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix made you shudder.
“Faster.”
So you began to rise and fall against his length, his hot breathing fanning against your sweat-soaked skin made your body shudder against his. His fingers found a place on your hips to hold, and you moaned at his bruising grip.
Your thighs burned with every bounce of your body, your head lolling to the side, stammering Shouto’s name as your walls clenched and squeezed against his hard cock. You wanted more of him. You needed more of him. Choked out screams rung from your throat as your hand gripped onto his knees, your body trying to support the numb ache that was shooting through your body.
“Shouto,” you puff, his fingers digging into your flesh, making you gasp.
“Why don’t you follow fucking instructions,” Shouto gnashes his teeth, and his left-hand moves from your hip to your clit. A jolt of massive arousal shoots through your body, a warm presence pressing into you as he teases your clit, causing you to roll your hips against his. But it grows hot, hotter, and hotter. It’s too hot, and his movements are painful yet disgustingly pleasurable. Pained and animalistic sobs pouring from your mouth while he deliberately abuses your throat. “What are you supposed to call me?!”
“S-Sir!” You weep, slamming your hips back down against his in pathetic attempt to lose his hold against your puffy nerve. “I’m supposed to c-call you, sir!!”
“Then why haven’t you been?!” Before you could attempt to respond, Shouto’s right-hand leaves your hip and slams to your throat, choking the response from you. “I don’t want to hear your answer.”
His hand remains heavy and tight around your throat, his hold barely allowing oxygen to travel through to your lungs. Your vision fuzzed, and you could feel your heartbeat in your head, but your core shook with Shouto’s now reciprocating and rhythmic slams.
Choking, clit stimulation, his cock pounding into your cervix, his fingers hotter than coal, and Shouto chuckled into your skin. His thrusting hips were becoming more precise, angling into you in a way that made you audibly choke when you needed to gasp. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to your body that was making you delirious, or perhaps it was the fact that he was slamming into you with the strength of rearranging your guts, but your hips began to swivel at an inhumane pace. Your cunt held a vice grip around his cock, yet it did nothing to slow Shouto down, but the growing heated pit in your lower belly was making your legs tremble against his. Still, you tried to keep up with his rough and cruel pace, and Shouto enjoyed knowing that detail.
“Such a fucking tramp, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He sneers, his teeth biting down against the curve of your shoulder. “You enjoy being choked?”
Your head nods, “Y-Yes, sir!”
“Do you need to cum?” There was no reason for Shouto to ask that; the answer was obvious enough. “Good.”
If you thought Shouto was rough, as soon as that word rolled off his tongue, he only got worse.
His hand against your throat tightened, and black dots littered your vision; the coldness of his ice burned against your skin. His teeth sunk far into your skin, enough for you to feel your skin breaking as his tongue moving in cold and heated strokes to calm your now irritated skin. Then there were his nimble fingers running against your clit, and entering your cunt between your spastic walls and his hammering and throbbing cock. But your bouncing held no value anymore, Shouto’s hips snapped upwards fast enough and powerful enough to overcome and overwhelm you. The only thing you could tell was that along with the tip of his cock hitting your bruised walls, the sounds of your sopping wet pussy crashing against his forceful hips rang in your ears in a primal yet excited fashion.
Despite his hold on your neck, nothing was holding back the scream that left your mouth as you orgasmed.
White stars filled your vision as Shouto ripped his cock from you, and that same sensation of peeing bewildered you as he held your body up. You had squirted again, but your ragged and shallow breathing had only increased, and there was something warm and wet painted on your back.
“That was three,” Shouto whispers into your ear, his teeth tugging at your earlobe, and you shuddered. “I should get extra points for making you squirt.”
To that, all you could muster was an embarrassing moan as your dazed eyes focused on yet another wet stain on the bed. Three minutes left, that’s how much you had to endure to win.
Three more minutes.
Unfortunately for you, Shouto was well aware of this, so he wasted no time.
Once again, he shoved you to the side. Your body crumpling onto the mattress, aching and sharp pains flooding your body as you lay there. Your clit throbbed in time with your heartbeat, and your inner thighs were coated entirely with your cum — both new and old. Maybe your body would be incapable of cumming at this point now? You sure hoped so… or not.
“Up,” Shouto commanded but gave you no autonomy since he grabbed your hair by the roots and tugged you onto your knees. You whimper in your throat at the stabbing pain settling in your lower body, you were still recovering from him rearranging your guts. But you caught sight of the cum he had released onto your back pressed all over the covers, and your breathing stopped.
“Shou— ack!!”
A collar locked around your throat, and you wheezed loudly; you hadn’t managed to catch your breath still. Your body swayed forward into his hold as your head spun due to the lack of oxygen, but Shouto seized you his eyes wide and worried as he stared at you.
“Shit, baby, are you okay?”
You nodded your head, oxygen slowly spreading back into your body.
“Sorry,” you hoarse, pushing away, your face burning with embarrassment. “You just surprised me.”
Shouto seemed unconvinced as his hands held onto your cheeks, his fingers stroking your sweat plastered hair out of the way, tracing your bruised lips and against the marks and bites on your exposed skin. The delicate touches are long forgotten on your skin, your lips sighing while he sends warm pulses from his fingers to the aches of your joints.
“You sure?”
Rolling your eyes, you shoved Shouto away, “I’m fine! You just made me spread your cum on Endeavor’s bed!”
Just like that, your loving boyfriend died, and the man who had been fucking you this entire day was back. His hands locked back to where the collar was, and your eyes nearly boggled out of your sockets when he tightened it more until it burned to breathe. But you remained calmed as a black leash appeared from seemingly nowhere and attached to the collar.
“Since you liked being choked so much, I might as well give you what you want without straining me.”
Your eyes widened, your ability to talk back removed.
“Now, ride my cock again,” he grins with the slightest hint sadistic, and as you move to do as instructed, he yanks at the leash. Falling onto your hands, your eyes widen while you stare at Shouto, who merely raises a cocky brow at you. “You have two minutes to make yourself cum.”
“I’m not going to,” you strain, the choking of the collar and the simple manipulation of your body already making that all too familiar heat spread upon your loins.
“You don’t have a choice,” Shouto mocks, his hand moving to grasp the leash centimeters from the collar and yanks your face close to his. But the movement is sharp and rough, the collar strangling you. You scramble on your hands and knees to get closer, stopping when his lips ghost over yours. “And you won’t have one until you’re begging me to fuck you into a puddle, not until you’re nothing more than my cum slut, and until you no longer care about dirtying Endeavors bed.”
The words are fire on your skin, and bubbling lust grows in you again.
There’s nothing to say except give a doe-eyed nod, but Shouto appreciates this submission as his lips take yours. They’re hungry, possessive, and ardent, moving against your mouth with fervent intention. Your mind slips when you straddle him, your soaked core brushing against his tip, and Shouto guides you back down onto his cock.
Your abused pussy had been through a lot, and a loud hiss passes through your teeth as you sunk all the way on him. Your teeth biting onto Shouto’s lip to control the pain-filled pleasure that corroded your body at the moment. It still felt so crazed, the sensation of your heartbeat in your inner walls shifting and hugging Shouto’s still throbbing head,
But the slowness is gone when Shouto pulls away. His hands on the leash as he yanks the cord up and back down.
“Follow my actions, “ Shouto warns, and you weakly nod.
His hand moves the leash back and forward, and the soreness of your cunt bleeds into your actions as you imitate him. Your rolling hips are slow, your hands pressing against his shoulders as you roll your hips against him. There’s a dark mutter from Shouto’s mouth when you lock eyes with him, and his nostrils flare. His hand suddenly grabs onto your waist, making you freeze in your decent back down onto his cock, but he beats you too it, for his cock rams into your dripping cunt. A shriek ripping from your throat as he pounds into you. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to hold onto for support.
“SHOUTO!” You shriek as he ruthlessly slams into you. His hips coming up so fast your body bounces with every thrust. Your moans tumble out in chokes, your face turning red as oxygen fails to fill your lungs. The thrusting is intense, and your hands on his shoulder are more of a lifeline; the bed is quick to move with your movements, the considerable bed groaning under the harsh actions. Its squeaks and tremors are loud in your ear alongside his insistent pounding.
“What’s that, whore?” He growls, his hips hammering into you at mind fogging speed. The leash on the collar being yanked to pull you closer; your bare and sweat-slick skin pressed against his. “What’s my fucking name?!”
“Sir!” you shriek as your pussy throbs around his pounding cock. You’re unable to even twirl your hips in rhythm with him. You were stuck to the lap, only able to feel his cock entering you at toe-curling speeds. “Oh my god, FUCK, please— I —shit!”
Words failed you miserably as Shouto’s hot and sweet tongue drags against your collarbone, his teeth burying into your primed skin as your eyes roll back.
Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm. One more minute.
“You take my cock so well,” Shouto grunts as he releases one hand from your waist and runs it down your navel to press against your clit. Your head throws back, your back arching further into his chest as you scream again. Your pussy clenching with no remorse around his cock. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Do you want to come now, slut?”
You can only shake your head, you didn’t want to cum; the pressure continues to build and build.
“I need to hear your words.”
“I don’t need to cum,” you sob out as your body trembles under his thrusting, you’re so close you see stars. “I don’t need to — sir, please, I can — oH SHIT!!!”
Shouto growls as his hand wraps around the leash, wrapping it around your bruised neck as he tightens the chokehold on you. You’re being strangled, and the air feels like its burning as it goes down your tightened passage, but your cunt throbs in excitement when he presses his mouth to your ear, “I don’t give a shit if you don’t need to cum, you’ll do it regardless.” Your mouth dropped open, your eyes crossing, and a loud whine emitted from you when his hand moved to pinch your nipple, and his mouth found a place on your sensitive nipple.
That’s all it takes, and you come hard around his dick, his name ripping through your abused body as he groans. His tongue lashes against your nipple, his teeth tugging at the pebbled skin all while he continues pummeling into you. Chasing after his own orgasm now.
You pant harshly, moving your hips against his own. Your pussy still twitching around his throbbing dick. You hear him expel a wavering sigh, and you can feel him come within you. The heated fluid fills you up, and he lets go of your sore breast; he collapses onto the bed with you landing on his chest.
“You lost,” he whispers after a moment of silence. Your breath picked up in a panic, you were fucked. “On your knees.”
You groan loudly when Shouto sits up, lifting you up with him, and you can feel the intermingled cum dripping out of you, falling onto your thighs. Your eyes flutter when Shouto kneels before you, his face victorious and poised as he undoes the collar against your throat. Although you took a full breath of air with every, inhale, your breathing is finicky as you’re terrified of what’s to come. You’re silent while watching Shouto make his way make to the no longer neat line of sex toys.
He grabs two things: the vibrator, spreader bar, and four of Endeavors’ ties.
Shouto rises to his feet as he walks back towards you, and while you hated doing this on Endeavors — now filthy — bed, your mouth opened.
“Close your mouth, whore,” Shouto chides, his arms above his head tying the colored fabric to the fan blades above the bed.
“What are you—?!”
“You care too much about making a mess for some selfish pig,” Shouto shrugs, he falls into a squat after securing the ties to the fan. There’s a dark and almost amused glint in his eyes when he stares at you. “Now, I’ll give you a reason to worry.”
Before you could protest, pull away, or scramble from the center of the bed, Shouto grabs your right hand and secures the tie around it.
“Shouto!” You panic when he succeeds in capturing both your wrists. Breathing sharply, you looked up at the flimsy blades that curved under the weight of your arms. If you moved to harshly, if you struggled against this punishment or collapsed too early, it would break. Oh, no… snapping your head behind you to where your boyfriend was relocking your ankles into the spreader bar. “Please, baby, I can’t do this!”
Shouto ignores you, and cold sweat runs through you at what’s to come, you wouldn’t be able to resist bringing your elbows down if the vibrator was pressed into your clit. How were you supposed to not wholly destroy Endeavors’ property?!
“S-Sir, think this through!” You begin to word vomit in your desperation while Shouto presses the vibrator against your right thigh, the smooth head holds against your clit, and he uses two more ties to secure it into place. “The bed is already a-a mess, I squirted! Twice! You came two times on the bed! Not to mention my saliva and the cum that’s dripping out of me! I can’t — we can’t break his fan!”
Shouto is unconcerned, his tongue tracing his teeth while mocking concern, “Then I guess you’ll have to work extra hard not to ruin more things in his room. Considering you care about that shit still.”
Your mouth opened to argue again, your body feeling like you needed to fight this because there was no way you were going to be able to last with your arms above your head, legs unable to come together, and a vibrator pulsating into your cunt. But as soon as you made your initial noise, Shouto turned on the vibrator to low.
The low buzz of the vibrator filled the room, and your mouth dropped in a silent scream. Your body was half numb already, having cum multiple times within the past hour was causing your body to convulse on occasion, but now with the vibrations being sent straight to your core, you felt on edge once again.
Trying to control your visible reaction, your hands gripped onto the cloth ties, your arms quivering as you try to keep from pulling down, and your hips thrusting subconsciously to the vibrations.
“S-Sir!” You sob as the slow and steady build in your belly was already growing. Your eyes locked on Shouto, who was a length away, his eyes gleaming in sadistic joy as his hand ran up and down his once again hardening cock. “P-Please, tie me to the bed! Not to Endeavor’s fan.”
The glint disappeared.
“You just won’t let me enjoy my fucking victory, will you?!”
You sucked in a harsh breath when you shifted your hips, the head of the vibrator brushing deliciously against your softly throbbing clit. You thrilled at the feeling of the vibrations on your clit, and your toes curled as your head fell forward. You needed to keep vigilante, you had to continue complaining so that Shouto would cave.
But you had completely forgotten about the ball gag.
“Open up.” Your head shakes no when Shouto holds the ball gag against your lips, there’s a warning noise. A dark growl emitted from his throat, and you feel your heart rate spike when his other hand roughly pinched in your cheeks. Your mouth opens against your will, and you splutter when his fingers shove into your mouth. You try to bite down on his fingers, but Shouto’s fingers turn ice cold making your mouth widen further, so then the gag was placed behind your teeth pressing into your tongue. You feel him lean against you, his lips by your ear as he whispers, “I don’t fucking remember asking.”
His hand lowers, and he amps up the vibration of the vibrator, and your body stiffens under the powerful waves. Being gagged was the worst, first drool always seeped past your lips with this particular gag on, and the uncomfortable pressure on your tongue sent your gag reflex flaring. Staring up at the ceiling, your noises were muffled at the source, staggering pleasure shooting through your veins as the medium vibrations made your long-abused cunt weep.
Your slick coated the head of the vibrator, and soaked you inner thighs, soaking the tie where it held contact with your skin. Your body spasmed as you sobbed in pleasure, your mind reeling and short-circuiting when your head dropped.
Focusing onto Shouto, your legs nearly gave out at the sight of your sweating and smirking boyfriend, his ears tinged with blush, and his fist stroking his huge cock. You wanted to have him slamming into you with the vibrator pressed into your clit, not this.
“Aren’t you having fun,” he pronounces slowly, his eyes — still dark with excitement and lust — dropped to your soaked thighs. “You look fucking delicious right now, princess.”
You clenched your core, the feeling of the vibrator only intensified, and you gagged when you tried to cry out. The feeling of your saliva pooling from your lips mortified you, your body twitching as Shouto only laughs again.
“I think we should go higher,” Shouto groans, his eyes momentarily closing as you assume a particularly gratifying shiver crawls down his spine. The muffled sounds of your disapproval only make his smirk more sinister when he abandons his own length and moves closer to you. Your eyes are wide, body attempting to shift away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
Air passed through your nose are heavy and sharp breaths, your chest hammering, and your puffy nerves throbbing while the vibrator continued powering into you.
“You’re so messy,” he drawls on his knees before you, his fingers touching the saliva coating your chin, and you sob in anticipation of what’s to come. He trails his fingers down your throat, the slickness of your saliva cold against your raw and bruised neck. “Maybe you don’t really care about fucking up scums bed, do you?”
You make a disapproving noise, your will holding on to a thread, and you vigorously shake your head. Shouto hums, his upper lip curling before his hand flattened and smacked your breast right on your nipple.
There was a loud crack when your arms pulled down, and you shrieked, your eyes trying to choose between focusing on Shouto and the fan blade you very much could have just broken. You whimper, your body twisting in an attempt to show submission, but Shouto isn’t done.
With an icy cold hand, he hits your aching and hot breast again and again and again. Your pained and pleasured wails muffled while you choke against the ball, and saliva pours from your mouth, your body trembling with excitement.
“Shut up,” he hisses, bringing his other hand to your face and striking you.
Your head slams to the side, the throbbing of your cunt intensifies with the burning of his handprint. Why did you like being slapped?! Saliva dribbles from your lips when you straighten back up. A now unignorable ache fills your arms from being in this tiresome position for a while now.
Everything felt like it was burning, sensations, and wantonness flooding your senses galore.
“I forget you like this,” Shouto groans as his hands grope your breast. Pulling, kneading, gripping and pinching the soft and moldable flesh in his hands, Shouto grins at your whimpers and the soft groans of the fan above the two of you. “Break the fan, I dare you.”
Your eyes slam shut at those words, and they remained closed as his hot and cold hands trail down your torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your lips twitch, the involuntary action to bite down on your lip prohibited by the gag. He must have seen considering the teasing pinch to your ass.
It was then that you froze. He was flushed against you, and the feeling of his cock pressing into the bottom of your sternum. Shouto’s right hand snaked behind you, those fingers playing with your dripping sex, and his left hand skimmed down your right inner thigh, resting onto the switch that changed the vibrational power.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he speaks in a low tone, an arrogant tone to his voice, “I’ll make you cum again.”
There was no time to contemplate his actions, for the vibrator was turned onto the highest setting and pressed into your clit, and his fingers sunk into your sopping wet cunt.
Even with the ball gag, the shriek of being overstimulated was as loud. It was as if you didn’t have the gag on at all. Your arms lurched forward against your will, the fan creaking loudly as you fell onto Shouto. You trembled more than a leaf in a storm, his fingers pumping deliciously and savagely into you, leaving behind the squelching noise of your wet core. The buzzing of the vibrator clear and steady and his cock twitched between the two of your bodies.
Sobbing and drooling moans escaped the gag, and Shouto relished in his ability to manipulate your body like this. His teeth leaving nipping kisses against the broken skin he left minutes before.
But the feeling of his teeth against your aggravated skin, the sensation of the powerful vibrations against your clit, and how he was still so responsive to you was nothing against his pistoning fingers dragged against that particular spot in your walls. His fingers scraped and slammed against your g-spot, and you felt your vision give way as a powerful force crashed through you.
You had squirted again, only that it seemed to last forever this time. Your lower body throbbing in its wake.
Your head collapsed against his shoulder, and when your vision came back, it was hazy and swam in your eyes. Whether Shouto had noticed or not, he still was slamming his fingers within your cunt with such intensity that — alongside the still buzzing vibrator — pressure built again within you. Heat seeped through you, and tears fell from your eyes when you came again.
Everything felt lethargic when Shouto removed his knuckle deep fingers from your sopping cunt, his tongue lapping away any of your essence remaining on his fingers. With a long pause, he finally turned off the vibrator.
Your breathing was shallow, your head spinning while he removed the bondage from your wrists and ankles. Collapsing onto your face, you felt your slick running thick on your thighs, mixing with the sweat that soaked your skin too.
Good god, were you exhausted.
“You broke the fan,” Shouto murmured.
Shrieking against the gag, adrenaline shot through your veins as you looked up. The fan blade had visible cracks in it, and your jaw dropped further.
Oh, fuck!
“Still haven’t learned,” he sighs, shaking his head. “That’s okay, you’ve always been a stubborn bitch.”
You whimper in agreement, your leg shifting so that you could feel the wet puddle you had made this time around. However, there was no time to relax.
Shouto grabbed you by your armpits and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Choking, you stared at him startled. There was no use in asking what was happening; Shouto bent your knees and wrapped two ties around each leg. One holding your ankle and upper thigh together, and the other one near your knee.
“Good,” Shouto approved, walking back to the side of the bed where the toys lay. Though soreness struck your body, you rose to your elbows and watched Shouto grab the fuck machine before returning to the bedside. “Because you squirted.” He says with a coy smile, lining the dildo to your exposed pussy and thrusting it in.
Your body slammed back down against the bed at the slickness of the dildo. You were so used to Shouto’s cock that the dildo was foreign as it buried within you.
“Now,” he sighs as he turns on the machine. Immediately the fuck machine blows into your tight and slippery cunt, your eyes rolling backward at the mere sensation of the speed it was at, and a loud mewl leaves your throat. His fingers snuck behind your head, unfastening the gag, and is removed with a saliva string, and a sob croaked through your voice as your mouth was finally free. “Suck my dick.”
With your head past the edge of the mattress, and the height lining you near perfectly to Shouto’s cock, he slides his cock into your sore throat. But ever so eager, Shouto wastes no time starting his conquest.
You try to keep up with the momentum of the toy and his viciously thrusting hips, your hips snapping against the toy despite its insane speed. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you choke against his cock. Shouto chuckles, his hands kneading your breasts, his moans tight and low, it had been a while since the last time he came.
“Look at you, so desperate,” Shouto chuckles, his fingers tweaking your hard nipples. “So fucking needy.”
The words ignite a fire within you, and your legs tremble in unspoken glee. You wanted him to fuck you until you were nothing less than a mess. You needed him to give you his cock instead of this stupid fucking machine — wait…
Your eyes widened when you realized the extent to your thoughts.
Fuck Endeavor, you thought, a shiver rolling down your spine. Your boyfriend was giving you the best dick down of your life, and you were too preoccupied with foolish worry! Shouto promised he was going to be cleaned up. You wanted Shouto, you needed him. Maybe you were whipped.
Your arms shot out, gripping the back of Shouto’s thighs as you willed him closer. Your jaw widening; you let hot breaths of air expelled from your mouth. You could feel Shouto peering down on you, but rolling your hips against the machine that was making your stomach bulge with every slam of its rod, your tongue lashed against his swollen head. Shouto’s thighs clench when your mouth sucks against the head of his cock, your tongue pressing flat against the tip.
“Did someone finally fucking wake up?” Shouto grunts, his hips moving with more unrestraint into your mouth.
Making a pleasant sound, you hollowed your cheeks out and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. Delighting at the harsh curse, you guided him further in.
One of his hands is soon braced on the fuck machine between your legs, but the other is tangled in your hair, pulling it and twisting it as he wishes. He’s pulling hard enough to hurt, enough so that you can choke against him, the angle and the position on your back already increasing the likeliness of that happening.
Shouto’s grip on your hair tightens, and he realizes that you’re keeping up impeccably. His dance between aggression and concupiscence is too much for you to keep up with. You don’t have time to tease his length with your tongue; he steers his cock further down your throat. You don’t bother to hide how satisfied you are by his action as you relax your throat and hollow your cheeks against the length of his snapping cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips bucking forward, he can’t stop himself from demanding more. You don’t mind; you open wider to take more of him in, and his cock thrusts further down your throat. He’s now panting, in his desperation, judging from the strangled sound he makes as you take him even deeper. “You take my cock so good, princess.”
He was doing this for you, despite everything that could happen to him after this night was done. Shouto loved you enough to tarnish his dad’s room with you. The thought makes you moan, and you wiggling trying to take him deep enough now that he must be able to feel the vibrations from your throat because that makes him hiss out another curse. He’s shaking with the effort of slamming his cock down your throat and holding the machine.
The raw, primal, and wet noises of his cock entering and leaving your throat are maniacal, added onto that is the dildo penetrating your sopping cunt again. The pressure is back, and it’s settled deep in your lower belly, and you want to cum more.
He’s underestimating you, however; you could take him in all power and length he could muster. You know that as you begin bobbing your head despite the backwardness of your position. Digging your fingernails into his ass, you silently letting him know that you’re okay, and he understands.
Shouto grunts, bending his knees as he begins to face fuck you with no remorse. It’s savage, uncontrolled, and brutal. Your choking noises music to both your ears; he doesn’t let up, only snapping his hips faster, harder, rougher. Your eyes begin to roll backward at the force, his balls slapping you in the face with every slam of energy.
But you like — you lust — the sensation of the raw and primitive fucking he was giving you, and you felt your hips rising off the bed when your walls begin to clamp against the insanely moving dildo. Yet, when you shifted higher, his hands slammed down against your hips, keeping you down, and you cry around his cock.
“Take my fucking cock like the slut you are,” he snarls, taking giant thrusts until his cock is completely buried in your throat, your nose pressed into his balls. Your tongue still revolves around the veins in his cock while you grip his ass. You choke against him, the noise music to his ears, while your legs spasm as your orgasm is hitting you.
“Y/n,” he manages to get out through gritted teeth. “Fuck, y/n. You—” He cuts himself off with another groan as the tip of his cock hits so far down your throat you feel your neck bulge.
There’s a brief moment of panic as you struggle to breathe. The force a but more than you expected, but you relax, getting yourself to calm back down. But then you inhale through your nose and force your throat to rest until you can take him all in, the oxygen burning as it made its way past his cock in your throat. Not long after that, Shouto lets out a long, loud groan when his seed shoots down your throat.
It burns, and to your horror, you find yourself unable to take the sheer force of his load and the fact that he just seemed to keep unloading within you. Uncontrollable panicked coughing and choking rattle your throat while Shouto is still balls deep in you. The second he removes his cock from your throat, you shoot up, your core throbbing, and your airway burning as cum drips out from your nose.
You continue hacking, the bitter taste of cum scorching your throat, and you continued to rub cum from your nose. It burned and hurt to breathe. Turning your head towards Shouto, who turned off the fucking machine, his eyes were locked on you already, a grin on his face while he ran a hand through his hair.
“That was hot,” Shouto rustles, running the flat of his thumb against your upper lip, smearing his cum against your skin.
“That fucking hurt!” You snap, throwing his hand off your face, a fire exploding under your skin because you were more embarrassed than anything. You enjoyed the feeling of his cum coming out of your nose, but you weren’t about to admit it!
“I don’t care,” Shouto perversely informs you, his hands taking you cheeks and twisting you towards him before his lips press against yours.
His lips are libidinous against yours, his mouth opening as he coaxed you to join him in this affair. His kiss was bruising, his teeth knocking against yours when hot and breathless puffs of air exchanged between your mouths. The heated pressure does nothing to ease the burning in your throat, only intensifying the pain while you dig your fingers into his back, leaving crescent marks and bloodied tears behind. The pain does not deter Shouto, not even a little bit. There’s an approval growl emitting from his throat and his tongue soon pressed against yours, and you resisted the sharp moan threatening to leave while his muscle danced with yours.
“Stop holding it in,” he grunts, “make everyone know that you’re being fucked.”
The next noise to escape your mouth is a loud mewl when Shouto sucks against your own tongue, his eyes ablaze while he stares down at you, victory and lust in his eyes.
“Where should I fuck you next?” He asks, his body pressing you down into the mattress, ignoring your pained hisses for your legs were still bound. His fingers dig into your breasts, pinching at the edges of your areola instead of your nipple. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin when you sob at the teasing. “How does that filthy little cunt of yours want to be ruined next?”
“In his chair!” you cry in gluttony, your body thrashing and reaming against his touch. “Fuck me in his chair, sir!”
“Look at that, maybe the slut can learn,” Shouto grins into your skin, the tracing movements salacious, and he stands. You’re weightless when Shouto scoops you from the bed, his hands supporting your tender ass. Mindlessly, your mouth nibbles against his throat, leaving purple hickies in your wake while he collects more items.
The taste of his salty sweat invades your senses, your tongue lapping, and circling against his skin while Shouto gave no attention towards your actions. He merely dumped you onto the cool leather of Endeavors desk chair, and you arched in pain.
“Now, now,” he ruthlessly grabbed the ties on your legs. He slides them off with such amoral strength your skin throbs in his wake. Your legs, finally free, slam to the ground, and you let out a fervid noise as you stare up at your boyfriend, whose stomach is taut and sheened with sweat. “I thought you liked pain.”
“You haven’t been giving me any,” you sneer, your tongue dragging against your bottom lip.
Rage fills his eyes, and he chuckles depravedly, “Okay, brat.”
Grabbing your hips, he drags you on the chair so that your ass barely remains on the cold leather. Shoving you down by your chest, the wind is knocked out of you, and you heave when he grabs onto your ankles. With a familiar tightness and the strain of having your knees under your shoulders, the spreader bar is placed behind the chairs back, keeping you trapped to the chair.
You’re folded in half, and his hand pressed onto your stomach before he began to tie your arms and thigh down. Two ties to secure your wrist into place, two ties to secure your thighs into place. The position — being placed into an ‘L’ shape — prohibited you from breathing correctly as your inflexibility flashed through your muscles.
“Oh my god,” you breathe while Shouto presses the back of the chair into the desk for additional support. Your wrists throbbed with the loss of blood circulation, and Shouto stood before you, his hand fisting himself.
“Hard to breathe?” He mocks, his cock now fully erect again.
“Make me stop breathing, pussy,” you challenge unwavering.
“God, I was hoping you’d say that,” he smirked, grabbing the top of the chair, and placing his feet by the side of the bed, he rammed himself into your cunt.
There was nothing for you to do except pathetically howl when he slammed into your cervix, your body tied so tight to the chair any other action was stopped.
“You’re so fucking tight like this,” Shouto hisses, but you could hardly tell the difference with the way he pummels his cock deep within you. Perfectly hitting the back of your wall every time.
His girth was stretching you out far more than you could seem to remember, his thrusts were urgent as they were voracious, slamming deep into you with every second, scrambling your mind with every shift. But, he didn’t gag you, and you weren’t one to give in.
“It’s because you n-never fuck me r-rIGHT!”
His left fingers slammed into your mouth, his fingers touching the back of your throat as you choked against him in your surprise. Tears watered in your eyes, and his fingers dug into your spongy muscle, making you gag even more laborious.
It already hurt to breathe, with the sensation of his cum still falling from your nose, the angle of which you were tied up, and his finger in your throat, you began to panic. Your eyes close, your throat relaxing immediately to let things be okay. But as soon as you regain your breath, you feel your core throb in how much you liked that. Tears flow down your cheeks, your eyes locked on Shouto, who’s scorching you with his sight.
“I thought you were going to tap out,” he taunts, and your tongue pushes up against his fingers, your throat humming lowly to control the insistent gag at the back of your throat. “You’re crying, and yet you’re still so defiant.”
You tilt your head up, alleviating the pressure of his fingers in your throat, and still looking like a brat.
But his cock brushes against your g-spot and your eyes nearly bug out in ecstasy for his right-hand wraps around your neck. His cock still slams into you with speed and power, the oxygen in your body being denied with his tight grip around your neck, his fingers beginning to thrust within your mouth emulating a cock, and the chair starts to squeak with every movement.
Your ass pathetically rises off the chair, a desperate attempt to move in time with his drilling cock. Both of you delirious under your overstimulation and refusal to stop until there was evidence for years that the two of you fucked in Endeavors’ room. His grip around your neck soon became bruising, where his fingertips were burned you, but you cared not. His cock was stretching you out in shameless thrill, the angle only increasing the pleasure buzzing through you. Your eyes cross over in your elation, and you splutter when his fingers leave your throat, moving to press cold and wet figure-eights onto your clit.
“Fucking take my cock,” he growls.
Your head nods, the heated pressure in your belly scorching. Your walls clamp down against his hammering cock, but it doesn’t slow him down, only encouraging him to increase his speed and strength until the chair creaked against your weight. The sopping noises of your meeting sex filled your ears, and you moaned loudly, your teeth biting down onto your lip.
It takes his cock brushing against your g-spot for your legs to slam forward, your arms nearly succeeding in destroying endeavors ties as you try sitting up as your orgasm slams through you.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You scream hoarsely. Your scream only increases in great thrill when you feel the chair snap under the force of his fuck. But Shouto ignores it, his hips continuing to drill into you, his hand clamping tighter against your neck, cutting off your voice. Shouto isn’t done yet, after all.
His hands move to grip the exposed back of your thighs, his grip bruising your supple skin. He slams into you faster, his cock continuing unaffected by your convulsing walls. There are no other noises except your wet cunt meeting his cock, your shrieks of approval, and Shouto’s heavy breathing as he continues to drive into you. His body is giving you unreplicable sensations, and your body only making Shouto stammer and curse loudly.
His lips find yours, and there is nothing to say, the kiss is messy, more teeth than anything. Saliva passed between the two of you without care, as he chases his orgasm. His brutal pace continues, your name growled from your throat, until one last thrust and one final clamp from your cunt sends him over.
He pulls out as soon as he cums, his seed slipping down from your slit, tickling your tight ass and dripping onto the chair and the floor.
Your eyes are barely opened; you try to peer at Shouto, who is pressing his right hand to his forehead.
“You cheat,” you rasp, knowing that he had successfully cooled his body down.
He smiles at you wickedly, choosing to ignore you before walking back.
“Look at that,” Shouto whispers, bending down so that his face is level with your cunt and ass. “Can’t have anything not falling onto Endeavors things getting out of you…”
His finger pushes his cum back into your sore cunt, and you sharply breath when he pats your cunt.
“You want me to have your babies,” you tease, and he remains silent, dragging his fingers down the center of your pussy. His breathing teases your sensitive flesh, and you feel yourself clench when he pulls his fingers lower than where he usually goes. Soon, his fingers trace around your puckered asshole.
“S-Sir,” you pant, your chest rising as far up as you could in this position, and your eyes widened when he looked up at you.
“Have you ever wanted to try anal?”
Your mouth drops when the pad of his finger teases your other entrance, and your thighs shook while you remained silent.
His opposite hand struck your ass sharply, your body thrashing as it stung against your unprepared skin.
“Answer me.”
“Y-Yes!”
“Yes, what?!”
“I want your cock in my ass!”
Your boyfriend’s quirk did not involve speed; in fact, without his quirk, he was not that fast. Sure he was athletic and adequately trained, but in comparison to those on the Hero field, if you took away quirk usage, he was barely above average. But there were times that you believed he was incredibly fast, and this was one of those moments.
You found your face, chest, and knees buried back into the mattress, your back arched so much you swore you would need a spine replacement after this, and the ties and spreader bar were gone.
His fingers slide between your folds, lathering in your essence. A low groan left your lips at the feeling, and you quivered when Shouto’s hands spread your ass cheeks.
“B-Be gentle,” you whimper when he presses the pad of his forefinger against your pert hole. Your ass tightened instinctively, and Shouto huffed but pressed his finger in. A weird full pain shot through you when the tip of his finger entered your rectum, your ass squeezing against his finger, trying to deny him entrance.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his other hand massaging your ass cheek, trying to calm your instincts to let him in.
Your fingers dig into the comforter, the still wet fabric from your multiple orgasms was cold under your heated fingers. But something cold splashed against your ass, and you shook, demanding to know what it was.
“Lube,” he answers, a smirk evident in his tone as his fingers leave your asshole. A soft groan exhales from your breath at him exiting your ass, and soon enough, his finger returns to your puckered tight hole. The feeling of his fingers pushing in you to his first knuckles sends your ass flying backward toward him, a desperate and idiotic way of getting him further in.
It was a weird feeling, almost reminiscent to the first time you had sex, only completely different. It made your head spin in a frenzied way and felt backward but in a way where you needed more.
“You like this,” he laughs, his lips pressing against your spine. Your head nods, you’re unable to speak as his fingers push into you and pull back out. It’s a slow and chilling movement that fills your asshole and makes you dizzy.
“Shit,” you breathe, your body rattling, your ass rolling against his fingers.
“Are you ready for my cock, whore?” He asks, and you whine in response. His hand grips your ass, and his finger curls within you. You loudly call out his name, feeling your body turning weak as you lay there, a slave to his manipulation. His manipulation of your ass sends warm liquid falling down your thighs, shining against your skin as his hand smacks your inner thigh, and he relishes in your high pitched squeal. “You finally cave to anal when I’m fucking you here. Is this what you wanted all along?”
Your eyes clamp shut as his fingers exit your ass, and you only manage a panting groan in response. There’s a soft ripping noise before a package hits your face.
Your eyes open to see a condom package sitting by your face, its empty, and you shift your head to stare at Shouto who’s unraveling the condom on his cock.
“You haven’t used those in a while,” you remark snidely, your eyes glowing with amusement as he locks onto you, his eyes rolling.
“I remember a certain someone begging for me to put it in her raw,” he smoothly states, lube in his hands now, and he applies a lot on the smooth condom. “Besides, you want my cock up your ass, you don’t get to play that card right now.”
“Yeah, well — oHMY GOD!”
Shouto, without warning, presses the head of his cock within your asshole. It stretches you out disgustingly, sharp pain throbbing in your ass and cunt as he settles within you. Despite his cock halfway buried within your ass, it’s your pussy that weeps. Your slick runs rampant down your inner thigh, falling onto the bed top. Shouto’s fingers dig into your waist, the both of you breathing heavy at this new feeling.
Slowly, his fingers move to your breast and your nipples, and with the smallest nod from you, he begins.
In and out, he moves, his hips moving faster than a manageable speed, and your eyes welled with tears at the constipated feeling in your asshole. His fingers tweak and pull at your clit and nipple, savagely teasing them, uncaring that your cries left drooling puddles on the bed. His thrusting movements became quicker, harder, and more solid until a familiar sensation of his balls slapping your skin burned your mind.
“More,” you beg against the sheets, drool coating your cheek, your body nothing more than his fuck toy. “Fuck my asshole harder.”
Shouto merely growls, the pinch on your clit, making your hips buck against his cock, and he began to barbarically slam into you. It was as if it was your pussy and not your ass he was drilling into.
Your body shifts with his every movement, your slick pouring from your cunt, and he let go of your nipple. In your crazed state, you sob at the loss of contact, but his hand strikes against your soaked cunt with a loud sound. The force alone nearly sends your eyes flying open, your vision blurring when his finger dive into your sex.
His fingers work at double the speed of which his hips slam into you. His fingers pushing the limits of your velvet walls; he curls his fingers against your walls, dragging them deliciously against your clenching heat. Then there was his cock, and at times the thin walls that separated his fingers and his cock brushed together, sending you into a new frenzy while you sobbed his name.
Begging for more, begging to come.
“You already need to come?!” He snaps, his hips not at all weak, and you moaned loudly, knowing that he was nowhere close. “Then come you, filthy bitch, I just started, and you need to come!”
“I-It feels so fucking good,” you garble, your jaw unable to move for its slack against the mattress, electrifying pleasure singing your nerves, and with a loud smack to your pussy, you come hard against his fingers, splashing against the bed top.
There’s no time wasted; Shouto pulls himself from your ass and shoves you onto your back again. There’s no fightback, no attitude, from you. Without being forced to, your legs are brought to your chest while Shouto discards the condom onto the bed.
“Aren’t you so fucking enthusiastic, getting all ready for me without asking,” Shouto grins, his hands grabbing your legs right below your ankle. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you right now?”
“Y-You’re going to fill me up with your cum,” you stammer for he pushes your legs slowly towards you, the stretch in your muscles overwhelming for your sore body. “You’re going to give me your babies.”
“What else?” He taunts, the top of his cock rubbing against your clit.
“B-Breed me like the bitch I am, sir!” Your cry, wanting nothing more than his cock to bury all nine inches in you.
“Come for me one more time, and I’ll make sure to fill you until you’re dripping with my semen for an entire week,” Shouto promises, and his hips slam within you.
Your knees are buried within the mattress by your head, your feet curling and pressing against each other. Shouto lays on top of you, the penetration deep, and his hands gripping yours. The weight of having him on you is exhilarating, and for the first time this night, his lips press hungrily against yours while ball deep within you.
His cock slams against the wall of your cervix repetitively while his lips overwhelm you. Each slam into you is massive and powerful. Powerful enough to have you sobbing into his mouth while he kisses you, his hands clutching your smaller ones in his.
Again and again, he slams into you. His thrusts knocking the wind out of you until you release his hands and find yourself digging your fingers into his back, crying out his name desperately while his teeth find a home on your neck, sinking into flesh he had long ago broke. The powerful pounding of his cock makes you keen, your hips jerking up to meet his, but you’re useless against his downward thrusts.
“Impregnate me, sir,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, “breed me, please!”
“You’ll be full of my fucking kids in no time, your cute belly will be round with my kid,” he snaps, his cock throbbing within your pussy, and loud echoing slaps fill the room. Your nails claw at his back, marking him in multiple places with clean four red lines.
You couldn’t take the feeling of how his body moved perfectly within you, the strength and power behind his every move were almost too natural as if this was an everyday thing. You let out noises reasonably similar to a purr, grinding your cunt against his conquesting cock and laughing breathlessly at his low groan.
“You like this, whore?” Shouto nips at your throat, his thrusts making you shriek out his name as he buries you further into the bed, your nails digging into his flesh. “You like the way my cock fills your pussy the same way it did that pretty little ass?” You nod rapidly, your eyes closed, your mouth open, your pants tumbling from your mouth. Your sanity was lying on a string, his actions the reasons for your downfall.
His leverage was small, but every thrust seemed to have his cock being pulled out of you nearly completely. Before he drilled back into your pussy. The noises of your connecting wet sex left loud echo with your squelching pussy around his hot cock.
The muscles on his back seemed to flare dramatically, your screams turning silent due to your approval of this.
“You like the way I fuck your pussy? The way that I’ll fill you with my seed for days to come?” he growls into your ear, his hips inhumanly slamming into you.
“I need you to breed me,” you sob, the fire in your face as bright and hot as the one between your legs. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours, and his lips recapture yours.
Your mind goes blank when a mighty crash goes through you. But Shouto must not have felt the familiar spastic clamping of your inner walls as he continues pistoling his hips into you, hitting your cervix, and pushing it further up with every slam. You cry against his mouth, your hands shoving at his shoulders as the feeling of your orgasm was too strong to deny, and he slips out of you.
You squirt wildly, your juices going everywhere, wetting his groin area, and splashing against the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls, and once again slams into you.
Your scream is silent, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his neck, and your toes curl. His hips are driving, persistent, and have a goal in mind. You can barely keep up with him, your long overstimulated body wanting to collapse at the seams, but he doesn’t stop.
The bed creaks loudly under you, headboard crashing into the wall, over and over again.
“Cum, sir,” you beg, your hips wildly thrashing against his. “Please, fill me with your seed!”
That’s all it takes, and a hot and heavy load shoots through you, and Shouto collapses onto you at the same time the bed falls. Neither one of you reacts as gravity shifts you both slightly downwards, but your mind is too full of Shouto to care. His body twitching while his cock remains hard within you, the feeling of his cum swimming in your cunt, making your head spin with euphoria.
Drowsiness hits you quickly, and Shouto’s body heat is quickly putting you to sleep.
He pulls out of you gently, and the feeling of his cock no longer in you makes you whimper, your nose burying into his neck as he flips the two of you over so that you’re laying on his chest. His hands send warm and cooling waves through your body, helping soothe the aches in your tired body.
Who knew Endeavor was the key to making Shouto lose control. Maybe you needed to get him to fuck you on this bed more often now.
You can feel the cum seeping from your cunt, and Shouto must have too, for he scooped it back in with his fingers, and you chuckled at the feeling of his warm fingers against your seizing cunt. This was nice, you loved this.
“I didn’t go too overboard, did I?” He asks, his voice small given that he saw the blood that trailed down your neck and the raised handprints on your ass.
“No,” you say, your hands running down his muscled sides. “Not at all, I really enjoyed this, sir.”
Your words are teasing, and the two of you chuckle as silence overtakes the two of you.
“I love you, y/n,” he whispers, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“I love you, too, Shouto,” you mumble, your eyes fluttering closed, sleep consuming you.
You don’t remember anything else, only that you woke up the next morning in your bed, your body is strewn with purple bruises, red hickies, and handprints on your body, wearing nothing but Shouto’s shirt and your panties.
“Good morning beautiful,” his voice greets you, and you sigh, soreness rampaging your body.
“Good morning, my love.”
Bonus!
Endeavor walked into his house at three in the morning, the strains of a late night at work had truly exhausted him.
Shouto, who he had asked to take care of his house for only two hours had stayed much later. His son had informed him that he left ten minutes before he arrived. It was too bad, Endeavor thought, he wasn’t able to get back on time to see his son and girlfriend. Tossing his case to the floor, Endeavor was ready for bed.
Trudging through his house, he was quick to realize how humid the house was when he neared his room. His eyebrows scrunched, his attention on alert as he threw open the door, the lights and fan turned on by mistake.
CRASH!
Endeavors’ eyes widened at the sight of the cum-stained bed, the ruined sheets, the slanted chair, and his bed being held together by ice. His eyes locked on the fan blade that fell from its place; it was cracked entirely in the middle. There was no denying that his room was wholly and disgustingly used, and for what?! His stupid kid didn’t ever need to stay!
“SHOUTOOOOOO!”
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Ice Ice.
SF9 Hwiyoung x F! Reader smut.
WHO HE SO HOT FOR FUCK
Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.
Author's Note: Got inspired to write this one because I read an iceplay smut recently XD. And not so shockingly another Hwi story that got a lil spicy, randomly. Not complaining lmao. Just an observation.
Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍
Warnings: 18+ ages and female anatomy (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Ice play. Sexy Hwiyoung. Praising. Neck sucking. Lots of hairpulling. Short :/. Lmk if I need to add more.
Requested: Yes! By a cutie anon 😙
So likee, can you write a Hwiyoung smut which includes ice play 👀🙊 Like, where he uses ice cubes during sex. 👀👉🏻👈🏻
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Sitting on top the kitchen countertop, you sip on a glass of champagne watching your boyfriend Youngkyun prepare dinner for the two of you. The bottle sits in an ice bucket beside you, ensuring the chill temperature of the champagne. It's what you'd call an ideal Saturday evening.
Hearing your lovely boyfriend hum along to the tune of the song playing in the background, swaying his hips in a cute little dance as he cooks for you is just..... Perfect. Maybe it's the champagne, or the nearly tight dress shirt he's wearing with the sleeves folded up his forearms, or the fact that you hadn't completely devoured each other this week at all, one of the three reasons is responsible for the way your palm itches to feel his warm skin beneath it, to feel his hot breaths on your neck.
Emptying the glass of champagne you place it safely on the far edge of the table. Leaning back on your arms your eyes travel from Kyun's broad shoulders to his cute butt, not at all failing to notice his back muscles moving with every movement he made. Biting your lip, you lean forward to tug at his belt hoops, attempting to pull him to you.
"Baby the food." Laughing at your childish behaviour, Youngkyun lowered the flame, turning to look at you with a smile on his face.
"Turn it off." Contorting his face into a confused expression, he situates himself between your legs, hands resting on your bare thighs. Oh if only he'd move them higher.
"Why? Are you not hungry? Do you want me to make something else? I can! What do you want to have?" Asking cutely, his eyes look into your eyes with concern and love. But all you can concentrate on is how his thumbs are rubbing the skin on your thigh so close to where you need him right now.
"I want you."
Changing his smile to a smirk, Kyun steps back to turn off the stove. Resuming his previous place, he rubs his palms over your thighs, hiking your dress up higher along their wake. Placing your hands on his cheeks you pull him close to engulf his lips into a kiss. Kissing him slowly, turning your heads from side to side, bumping your noses together, you make out as your hands slowly wander all over each others bodies.
Resting your fingers on his shirt collar, you start to unbutton it, wrapping your legs around his hips, eagerly looking for some friction. "Get. It. Off." Ordering you to remove your dress he fumbles with his own clothes. Lifting the dress from below your butt, you hiss at the cold feeling on your thighs coming in contact with the cold countertop. Crossing your arms around your body you remove your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties. Undressing down to his boxers, Youngkyun places his arms on either side of you, flexing his muscles as he leans up to lick a bold stripe from your collarbone to your neck. Closing your eyes you lean your head back giving him more skin, enjoying the closeness of your warm half naked bodies.
"I want to try something." Winking he pecks your lips before pulling you to the edge of the table carefully. Picking up a single melting ice cube from the bucket next to your bodies he plays with it till it chills his fingetips. Throwing the melted cube bit away in the sink, he attempts to rest his hands on your lower back. You gasp and arch your back at the feeling of his cold fingers, warm chests touching in contrast to his fingers. Throwing your head back when his hands finally touch your skin, his lips find their place on your neck. Running his hands up and down your back they settle at the clasp of your bra, undoing it while his mouth continues to suck on your neck.
Grabbing another piece of ice, Youngkyun rubs it on the fresh mark he sucked on your neck, soothing it as the melting water flows from your neck to between your breasts. Rubbing the same ice cube on your collarbone till it defrosts completely, creating drops of water on your chest and their marks that intoxicate him enough to moan at the sight of you. Desperate, cold, sexy and needy for him.
Pulling out another ice cube, he drags it over your right breast, circling it till the ice touches you nipple, making it erect. His mouth and tongue follow the same path as the ice, finally reaching your nipple which he flicks with his tongue before latching onto it, sucking and biting it more and more to hear you cry out his name and hump your covered cunt on his hard cock.
Digging your nails onto his shoulders you moan and beg for him to do more. Lowering you to the edge, he pulls your panties down your legs and enters your warm hole with two of his icy fingers. Your head falls back as you cry out for him again, moving your hips aimlessly yearning for him to touch your swollen clit. Wetting the thumb of his free warm hand with his saliva, he gives in to your request and applies pressure on your clit. Continuing to rock your body on his cold and hot fingers you stabilize yourself by holding onto his biceps. "Fuck... You're clenching around my fingers baby. Ah, I need to be inside you now" he groans.
Pulling his fingers away from your wet center, he removes the remaining clothing off himself, freeing his cock. Pumping it a few times in his hand he comes closer to your, licking your bottom lip asking you to open your mouth for him to slip his tongue. Obeying sweetly, you open your mouth and legs for him to do whatever he wants. He enters your welcoming hole at the same time his tongue enters your mouth. Moaning into his mouth you close your legs around him, forcing him to enter you whole, to stretch your tight cunt with his thick length. You scratch down his back once he starts to thrust into you.
Taking another piece of ice from the bucket, he plays with it in one hand, spreading your folds wider to tuck in the ice cube in them. Continuing to drive his cock into you, he holds the frozen ice over your clit till it melts, making you shriek everytime it touches your sensitive bud and squeeze your walls around him.
"So good for me fuck. I could fuck you forever." He praises you for milking his dick. Increasing his pace he grabs your hair, yanking your head back to admire the marks he's sucked on your neck. You roll your eyes back at how deliciously he's fucking you, playing with your nipples, pinching then, pulling them, breathing down your neck and hitting that spot everytime his dick is so deep into your pussy. "Close. Oh god I'm so close please make me cum" you cry out as you pull the hair at the back of his head trying your best to stop your legs from shaking immediately. Grinding his cock in your hole he groans, tensing up as you cum on his dick, spasming your walls and squirming against him crying out his name as the knot in your lower stomach loosens. The whole sensation of you coming down from your high pushed him over the edge too, filling up your cunt with his cum. Touching your foreheads together Youngkyun caresses your back, helping you calm down from your orgasm.
"I think we should order in." You giggle out wrapping your arms around Kyun's broad shoulders. Smiling he lifts you up, still inside you, walking up to the bathroom to clean up.
And most probably for round 2.
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A life With You Chapter 1
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Mason Lockwood x Reader, Eventual Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Requested: Can I have an Elijah x Pregnant!Reader? Not his baby, but he loves her and is willing to be the legal father of the baby 🥺 I need fluff in my life lmao ✨👌 -Anon
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Nothing in this one. Just setting up the story for us.
Author’s Note: Oh look! A new series! Welcome to the first chapter of A life with you. I had an idea for a hallmarkish story and this is what came of a request that I had gotten. I do hope you guys enjoy it. While this will be an Elijah x reader endgame it will be a while before we catch a glimpse of Elijah. So bare with me okay? 🙈
Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥
<< Series Masterlist || Chapter 2 >>
“This isn’t some walk in the park!” Damon yelled at Y/N as he took a step closer to her. “This isn’t just some chance to prove that you can handle things! We’re talking about your life.”
“You don’t get to make this decision for me.” Y/N said as she shook her head. Her hand on her bag filled with her gear. She was set out to leave in just minutes. “We both knew what would happen when we signed up for this.”
Y/N moved to walk past Damon. The moment she did, Damon grabbed a hold of her arm, causing her to turn back to him. “We may have signed up for this, but I didn’t sign up to watch you agree to a suicide mission.”
A sad smile pulled at her lips as she brought her hand up to Damon’s face and placed it on his cheek. As she looked up at him, she didn’t say anything at first. She couldn’t get her thoughts out as she wanted to. “I’ll always come home to you. That isn’t going to change with this mission.”
Damon’s hand came up to place his hand on top of hers as he watched her. He opened his mouth to speak, and then shut it quickly before shaking his head and laughing a moment later.
“Cut!” The director called out.
Y/N chuckled as she watched Damon take a step away from her. “It’s it really that hard to tell me you love me?” She joked.
“It’s kind of hard when you’re making faces where the camera can’t see you.” He chuckled causing Y/N to laugh.
“That’s definitely payback for yesterday’s go of things.” She said with a nod and it was Damon’s turn to laugh.
“You lasted longer than I thought you would.” He said with a shake of his head.
"I may be new to the field, but it definitely takes a lot to break me.” She said with a smirk.
“Alright, let's get our Scarlet and Jason back into their places and take it from the top.” The director called out before Y/N and Damon found themselves back on their marks at the beginning of the scene.
After four more takes, the scene had come out flawlessly. Damon and Y/N had managed to go through the scene without any jokes or pranks in the process. The heartbreaking goodbye between Scarlett and Jason perfected before getting a break.
"What do you plan on doing tomorrow?" Damon asked as he and Y/N began to walk off the set.
"I'm not sure. Knowing Mason he might have something planned.” Y/N didn’t miss the way that Damon’s face dropped.
“Well, if the two of you aren’t doing anything, Elena and I are having a barbeque at the rental since she’s coming out here for a visit.” Damon offered.
It definitely wasn’t a secret that Damon didn’t like Mason. There were a few times where the cast and their loved ones got together on their days off. But no matter how many times Damon interacted with Mason, there was always something that gave him a bad vibe.
Damon had grown to care for Y/N as a close friend. With the vibe that he constantly felt coming off of Mason, he was never sure if he should cross those boundaries with her. They were co-stars who were becoming friends. He’d hate to overstep his boundaries by telling Y/N the man she was with wasn’t liked by not just him but a few of the others on set as well.
“I’ll be sure to let him know.” Y/N said with a nod of her head. “How long is she staying for this time?”
“Just for a few days.” As they passed a table with an assortment of food, he reached over and grabbed a doughnut and continued to walk. “The kids are coming since it’s spring break, they can’t stay longer.”
A smile pulled at Y/N’s lips at the mention of Damon’s kids before she chuckled at the way he eyed the doughnut before shoving half of it into his mouth. “I’m sure they are going to love coming out. I can’t wait to see them again.”
“Oh they’ll definitely love that.” He said a moment later. “They just can’t get enough of their favorite new actress.”
Y/N chuckled. “It was the princess role, wasn’t it?”
“Wait, you were a princess?” His words had caused Y/N to smack his arm, causing him to chuckle.
Y/N only had a few titles under her belt. But with the growing success of the movies she’s starred in, the more roles she was being offered. Including one being a Princess that Damon’s kids had watched and loved. That was how he knew Y/N when she introduced herself to him.
“Y/N!” Hearing her name had caused them both to turn and look in the direction of where they heard it.
Seeing as someone was waving her from the hair and makeup trailer, Y/N knew it was time for her to become bloodied and bruised for the next several scenes that she needed to shoot. It made Y/N sigh before she looked over at Damon.
“Back to the chair I go.” She said before she turned to leave.
“Enjoy the prosthetics.” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips. “I just need a touch up.”
“Remember who the hero is in this one, Salvatore.” She called over her shoulder, causing Damon to shake his head quickly.
“I’ll see you for the next scene together, Y/L/N.” He said before walking away.
The sound of the door shutting had caught Mason’s attention. The moment Y/N walked through the doors, there was as if there was this relief that had washed over her. She kicked off her shoes before she walked further into the house, finding Mason lounging on the couch.
Unlike Damon, who had a house he was renting for the time being, Y/N lived close enough to the studio that she wasn't confined to a rental or even her trailer. The last several scenes that were being filmed were no longer on location, giving her the opportunity to unwind in her own home.
"I've got a spot with your name on it that gives a full foot massage." Mason called over his shoulder as his eyes trained on the screen before him.
It caused Y/N to laugh, but she practically ran to the couch and plopped herself on to it. She placed her feet onto Mason's lap as a smile grew on her lips. "Massage away."
"How was your day?" He asked as he brought his hands to her foot and began applying pressure to the bottom of it.
"A lot of retakes." She said as she rested her head on the back of the couch as she watched him. “A lot of stunt work that I tried to be a part of, but didn’t work out.” They both chuckled at the same time. “Thankfully tomorrow we get a day off and I can rest. Speaking of which, Damon invited us over for a barbeque. Elena and the kids will be in town.”
Mason’s eyebrow raised. “You would think the man would want to spend time with his family instead of having people over.”
“He loves showing his kids who he is working with.” Y/N said with a small smile pulling at her lips. “I happen to be their favorite person right now. Plus it would be nice to hang out with everyone without being on set and in make up.”
“I don’t know.” He said with a shake of his head. “I’d like to spend the one day you get off with you. Preferably doing something here or going hiking or something.”
Y/N sighed. “You of all people should know why I need to go to simple barbecues such as this one.”
It sometimes confused her why Mason had been so stubborn about it. She and Mason had been together since she was in college. For as many parties and get togethers she dragged him to, he should have been understanding. This was how she met the friends of friends. Friends who were producers and directors. Ones that were willing to take chances and she was all for being that chance.
“But when it’s the same people you see at work every day?” He asked. “That’s not gaining you anything.”
“Maybe all I need are friends.” She said as she sat up and pulled her feet off of his lap. “Friends are needed too. We both need them. We moved away from all of ours and I know that hasn’t been easy for both of us.”
Mason stood up from his spot and ran his hand through his hair. “Making friends out here is only a convenience once they find out who I’m dating. It’s quite fascinating how many people want to be friends with your boyfriend.”
Y/N looked down. “We talked about this once.” She said after a moment. “I asked you if you’d be able to handle this. I asked several times if you believed you could handle how things are going to change. And each time you said you could. So I’ll ask you once more. Can you handle that our lives are going to change because of the work I will be doing?”
Mason kept his eyes on her as he thought it over for a moment. “I don’t know.”
Y/N nodded her head. She didn’t think that there would ever be a time where Mason had wanted an out. For as long as they had been together, Mason had been there by her side. He helped her run lines for auditions and was there for her through filming, press tours and even premieres.
Through all of those times, she hadn’t felt like he had changed in any way. That he was still going to be by her side and now, there was that part of her that was now worried. Worried that maybe she had been blind to the changes while she was enjoying the time she had while working on different projects.
“Okay.” She said after a moment. “Think it over. Take the time you need to figure out if this is what you really want.” She tried to keep the tears that wanted to form at bay, but it had been hard to do so. “Tomorrow I’ll go to Damon’s for a little bit and then I’ll be home.”
Before Mason could say anything, she began to leave the room. She knew that he was going to need his space. This was something he needed to do on his own and she couldn’t influence his decision. She didn’t want to be the reason that he wasn’t happy there with her. She didn’t want them to begin to hate each other before they broke up.
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“What’s your poison?” Damon asked as Y/N as he opened the ice chest filled with a variety of drinks.
She chuckled and reached for the bottle of water that was in there. That had caused Damon to raise his brow while he watched her take it. Seeing his reaction she shrugged. “I have an earlier call time than you do tomorrow. I’d like not to be hungover while sitting in a makeup chair for three hours.”
“Don’t let him fool you.” Elena said as she walked over and grabbed a few of the juices for the kids. “He’s got an early call time too, he'll be bitching in the morning when he has to be hanging from wires and hungover.”
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love that you give me ammunition against your husband?” Y/N said with a grin on her face.
“A time or two.” Elena said with a grin. “Is Mason stopping by later?”
Y/N tried to keep her face from falling. After Y/N left the living room last night, Mason stayed there the whole night. And when Y/N got up this morning, he had been gone. She had no doubt that he was getting a run in or just trying to find somewhere to think about things like Y/N wanted him to.
“He had a few things he needed to take care of.” It wasn’t a lie, since Mason did have things he needed to be doing at that moment. “If he manages to get things done before we call it a night, I’m sure he’ll come.”
“Good.” Damon said with a nod. “Then I can get ammunition from him to use against you.” A smirk pulled at his lips before bringing a bottle of beer to his lips and taking a drink.
Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I highly doubt that. He’s on my side, remember?”
“Ouch.” Damon said looking between her and Elena. “You’ve turned my wife against me and I can’t even get the same opportunity with your boyfriend.” He placed his hand on his chest, feigning hurt.
Y/N could easily see through it, as did Elena. They both knew that Damon was definitely playing nice. He wasn’t going to overstep without actually needing to. While Elena could play it off as girl talk, Damon was hoping that Mason was a no show tonight.
Laughter had come from the adults as they sat around eating their dinner. Several cast and crew had shown up for the evening. Damon and Elena ensuring their guests were completely comfortable. There wasn't a single moment of awkwardness for Y/N and she loved that.
"You missed it, Elena." Lexi said starting up the next conversation. "The prank Y/N had pulled on set was the best I've seen done."
"Please tell me it was on Damon." Elena asked, looking from Lexi to Y/N.
Y/N chuckled and nodded. "Oh it was."
"Now I have to hear this." Elena said as she got herself ready to hear the story.
Lexi began to talk about how Y/N had managed to switch out Damon's designated clothes with another person. Most of them were already used and bloody. It was never something that made Y/N queasy in the slightest. But the way Lexi had been explaining things had made Y/N’s stomach turn. In a way that she could no longer sit there and hope that the feeling would go away.
With a quick ‘excuse me’, Y/N took off towards the house. Her pace was hopefully slow enough that it wouldn’t draw questions, but quick enough that she was sure that she’d make it in time. Her only thought was that was getting to the restroom that was on the first floor of the house.
Even as she entered through the back sliding glass doors, she didn’t notice the men that were in the kitchen chatting away. Their voices blurred out as she passed them. Her mind didn’t even register that Damon had called out to her, asking if she was okay.
She barely had time to shut the door behind her before she made it to the toilet. The contents of her stomach coming up instantly. It hadn’t been the first time today that she had to stop what she was doing and make a run from the restroom. Today wasn’t even the first day either.
As her stomach continued to heave to remove the contents of it, her thoughts had played out the last few days. From the moment that she had taken the test, things had changed rather quickly. While she was in her last week of filming it was how the rest of her life had changed.
She was going to tell Mason last night. She was going to show him the test before they had gone to bed. But then they had their argument and her plans changed. Her mind was racing with how things should be done now. Especially now since she was currently at a barbeque with everyone she works with and the father of her child wasn’t there.
Once her stomach had emptied and there was nothing left to give, she flushed the toilet before making her way over to the sink to not only rinse out her mouth, but to wet her face. She was hoping that she’d be able to calm herself before she left the bathroom. So that she could hopefully play it off as something else. At least for now.
After a few moments of taking some time to get herself in order, she opened the door to head back to everyone else. As she did, she found Damon leaning against the hall besides the entryway of the door. At first there was a look of worry on his face. That was before realization in him hit as he took in her appearance.
His eyes moved from her to down the hallway for a moment, before looking back at her. “I’d ask a stupid question, but I think I know the answer.”
Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat that seemed to form at his words. “And what is the answer?”
Damon gave a small chuckle. “Elena has been pregnant twice. The water all day while I know for a fact, you can hold yourself when it comes to taking alcohol and an early call time. First clue there. Then it made sense as to what happened during our first take yesterday.”
He wasn’t wrong. During the first take of the day, Y/N needed to make a run for the bathroom. She had pulled it off as something not sitting right with her. It seemed to work with everyone, but it was now enough for Damon to start putting the pieces together.
All Y/N could do was nod in that moment. Words couldn’t form as she tried to pull herself together that the thoughts she had moments before had gone out the window. But there was a part of her that felt relief that someone else knew.
“Mason doesn’t know yet.” She said a moment later. “I was going to tell him last night, but we got into an argument and it just didn’t feel like the right time to tell him.”
“Well, he definitely knows now.” Mason’s voice carried from down the hall.
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You said you wanted iida requests especially with a male s/o so could you do Iida and his bf watching horror movies? Thank you! and i loved your other iida one :))
Ahhhh the Iida dudeeeeee-bro I had so much fun writing this-
I also aspire to have iidareaders reblog my post LMAOO
(A/n: this takes place before the stain attack, so tensei still has working legs LMAO. I had to put mr ingenium in here somewhere)
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Iida x reader - Movie Night
⚠️ Warnings - none
Pronouns - male, he/him
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“No.”
“Come on, Iida!” (Y/n) jabbed his boyfriend in his chest, even though he knew he wouldn’t budge. The engine legged boy simply crossed his arms over his broad chest and gave another curt “no”
“Why nooooot!” (Y/n) tugged on his sleeves, practically leaning off the other male. Iida hid his forming blush through his glasses. “I am not very fond of the horror genre, (L/n)-kun. I believe it is very unentertaining when you’re too startled to even glance at the scre-“
“So you won’t watch with me because you’re scared?” The taller boy choked on his orange juice. “No I am not! I..I simply believe it is a childish genre of movie-“
“Tenya, pleaaaaase?” (Y/n) stood up from his chair and slammed his hands down on the table ever-so-gently. “(L-L/n)-kun, please lower your voice we are in a cafeteria.”
“Tenyaaaaa,” oh the things he does to this mans heart. Use his first name one more time and he’ll light up like a Christmas tree.
“Can we watch one just this once? I already bought the movie, and I really, really, really wanted to watch it with you!” (Y/n) sat back down, but not before booring his gaze into iidas glasses. He shifted uncomfortably, before regaining his posture and sitting up straight again.
He didn’t want to watch it, but having his boyfriend cling to his arm and be so irritatingly cute was messing with his voice of reason. He hiked his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “...if it’ll satisfy you, then alright...”
(Y/n) let go with a victory yelp, and pumped his fist in the air. “I promise you won’t regret it, dude! I’ll meet you at your house at six!”
“Did-did you just call me, your significant other, dude?”
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(Y/n) walked to the gates of the Iida estate with a satisfied hum gracing his features. He gave a polite nod to the security guard on duty, who in return opened the gate.
“Say hi to mrs Iida for me, Kid.” The guard waved from his post. (Y/n) nodded once again.
He walked through the all too familiar pathway leading up to the Iida estate, clutching a plastic bag with a dvd inside. He glanced over his bag once more before buzzing the doorbell attached to the wall.
Soon after, a man with similar hair and eyebrows answered the door, eyes crinkling at the corners in form of a smile.
“(L/n), yo! I didn’t know you were coming over today.” (Y/n) chuckled and swung the bag over his shoulders. “Is Tenya inside?”
That man was Iida Tensei, Tenyas older brother and pro hero Ingenium. (Y/n) had no idea why he was here, as he should be working at his agency or at least at his own house. Not that it bothered him, no.
Tensei made way for (y/n) to step inside, whilst he turned his head and cupped his mouth. “Tenya, your boyfriends here!”
Immediately, a pair of thick set engine legs came flying down the stairs. “H-He’s not my boyfriend, Tensei! It is rude to consider one of my closest friends as my significant other!”
Oh, you poor, closeted, fool.
Tensei let out a breathy laugh and apologized half heartedly. Iida made a beeline towards (y/n), grabbing his hand and dragging him further into the house. Tensei clicked his tongue.
“Don’t be rude, Tenya! Greet your ‘friend’ properly!”
“Yeah, Teeeeenya. You hurt my feelings-I want a hug~”
(Y/n) outstretched his arms towards the flustered boy. Shaking from humiliation, Iida robotically wrapped his arms around (y/n), before marching off into the living room area. Tensei’s chuckles and a “have fun with your movie, guys,” could be heard as Iida dragged (y/n) towards the living room.
Iida plopped down on the couch with a sigh. “So...may I know what movie we are watching?”
(Y/n’s) eyes gleamed, as he reached into his plastic bag. He pulled out his dvd copy of a recent horror movie with a determined smile. Iida gulped audibly.
“I’ll...go pop some popcorn...” Iida croaked, lips curving up in a pathetic smile.
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To say that Iida was scared was an understatement.
They were already midway through the movie, (y/n’s) eyes glued to the screen and absentmindedly chucking popcorn in his mouth, while Iida was practically drenched in sweat. Iida was brought out of his trance when a loud noise flashed on screen, making him flinch and grab onto the sleeve of (y/n’s) shirt. (Y/n) stopped chucking kernels into his mouth and turned towards his trembling boyfriend.
“Tenya...dude..-“
“iM FINE!” Iidas voice cracked midway through, making (y/n) stifle a snicker in between his palms. He paused the movie and shifted so his body was facing iidas. “You suuuuure you aren’t scared? You gonna be a big boy?”
“(Y/n)-“
Iidas statement was interrupted when the lights went out, the only thing illuminating the scene being the low light of the tv screen. The two boys snapped closer to eachother, startled, before relaxing.
Iida grabbed his phone from the table and turned on his flashlight. They both were already on edge because of the movie, so they had to be alert in case someone broke into the Iida family residence. That or the lights just y’know...stopped working. All throughout the living room.
Iida whipped his phone flashlight over to when (y/n) was now standing, the sudden light making the smaller boy flinch.
“Jeez, don’t point that in my eyes...Tenya?” Iidas face paled when he saw a taller, dark figure standing behind (y/n). “Tenya? Hey-what’s wro-“
The figure grasped (y/n’s) shoulder harshly, making the two boys flinch animatedly. They both went silent. (Y/n) shakily turned his head around, Iida following the man with his phone’s flashlight.
There stood a man wearing all black, accompanied by a white and red kabuki mask. He held a kitchen knife in his free hand, with a pocket for said knife wrapped around his waist in form of a belt. Even if Iida and (y/n) were aspiring pro heroes, they were frozen in fear, like a deer in the headlights of a tow truck.
The man lurched forward, with a battle cry, making (y/n) and Iida stumble back. (Y/n) fell on his butt, whilst Iida accidentally activated his engines, causing his legs to sweep from under him and do an odd flip thing. They both screamed, iidas being unusually high, while the man laughed manically. There was something so famillar about that voice, but they couldn’t quite place it. Iida stumbled infront of (y/n) and covered him with his back, so he was still facing the man.
They both screwed their eyes shut until the lights flickered back on, with the sound of heels clinking in the doorway.
The two kids and the man stopped in their tracks as Mrs Iida clicked her tongue and crossed her arms disappointedly.
“Tensei, stop being so cruel to them. Look-they look like their about to cry! And put that knife away, don’t you have some paperwork to do?”
The two boys on the ground looked at her in confusion as the mans maniacal laughter turned into a hearty, booming chortle. Tensei unclasped the mask from behind him, tugging it off and shaking his head around. The older Iida sibling continued to laugh as he looked at his brother and (y/n’s) confused, and embarrassed, expressions.
“T-tensei!” They called out in unison, Tenyas voice more prominent as he swung and chopped and the air.
“That was uncalled for! Wha-what if something bad had really happened?!”
“Aw-dont be such a wet blanket, Tenya. Look-even your boyfriends laughing.”
Tenya looked behind him, and sure enough, (y/n) was chuckling and clutching his stomach. Tenya fought back the blush creeping up his face as he chopped at his laughing brother.
“HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”
“Whatever you say, tenya.”
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Okay it's here, what I and some of y'all have been waiting for it's time for
Jocks Season 4 Hero 1 Reveal
I've been sitting on this one for a while now, what feels like forever, but it's finally time to tell y'all about the first new hero to join the team in Jocks Season 4! I can't say too much about how or what leads into this, as that'll spoil a ton of my secret plans for the future lmao
But anyways let's get into it-
I want y'all to meet Tamarin!
Tamarin is the Jock's monkey hero! About time they got one, lmao. And Tamarin, at the end of the day, goes back to being Ms Lila Rossi once the fighting is done! That's right we got Monkey!Lila up in this house
Tamarin is the wild feral partner to Mustang's rebellious snarkiness. Tamarin's one of few that isn't afraid to banter with Mustang and it makes Crimson and Kitsune very impressed
So for the vibes I said wild forest monarch, and that's very much her energy for her costume. The little circlet is worn as a headband, and besides that, hee hair is just wild. She wears a little kinda scarf cape thing around her neck?? It's like a good and it's fluffy like faux fur
She can put the hood up technically, but her hair gets all in her face so it's usually just sitting around her shoulders
Her costume is kinda based on the outfits motorcyclists wear?? But that's just so it isn't the morph suits canon uses. It's not quite leather and it's primarily tan brown, with black portions at the shoulders/neck, and on the side at like each thigh
Gloves dont cover the full hand here, they're fingerless, and dark brown, same pleather as the belt. She's got a tail too! Long and thin like a spider monkey and all that, she often wraps it around beams and them folds up her legs so it looks like she's sitting in thin air
The boots she wears are like, a darker brown like the belt and gloves, and are based on hiking boots for walking through the bush, all those wild woods and such. Cover the ankle and all that, got good grips on the bottom cause she climbs stuff a ton
For the mask, it's kinda like King Monkey's?? But darker and more like the standard mask,, it's,, swirly in a way
Tamarin is a little shit disturber on the team, and is one of the stealthiest. She scares them alot but swinging down behind them and just speaking up, then cackles as the scream. Her little cackle-laugh becomes a signature thing of hers
She likes to ride on top of the van for the rush while Mustang rips it to a new akuma attack, and they even install a bar up there for her to wrap her tail around for extra support
She gets along super well with Kitsune cause Lila really likes Kitsune- which is funny when you know she doesn't like Kagami. She'll eventually find out but by then she's come to terms with why she didn't like Kagami and all that it's part of the arc I've planned
She mixes in well with the little girl gang that Hornet, Multimouse, and Mustang have going on, and akumas tremble in fear of the shit theyre gonna say about them while beating the shit outs them
Tamarin has this kinda attitude of like, Queen of the Wilds or Woods? Like, with the circlet and stuff, and introduces herself as such and just leans into the whole "they are no rules in the Wilds so I'm not gonna obey any here either" kinda thing
But yeah! That's Tamarin, y'all! I enjoyed reading your guesses and I can't wait to show you her fellow season 4 buddies as time goes on!
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under the moonlight ii (m) || junmyeon & reader
title: under the moonlight ii
pairing: junmyeon/suho x reader
genre: ceo!reader, hint of soulmate!au, a lil bit of smut but barely
notes: enjoy! this is the final part (also second part) of under the moonlight! this is one of my favorites to write, although i did not feel like i did my best on the first part, i tried even harder on this portion.
will also proofread later, i just am content to be done !!! lmao
part one || final
Junmyeon describes his first love as a city— the towering buildings that surround each other, the bustling of traffic, and the abundance of people that populate the sidewalk on an everyday basis. She’s a beauty who’s besieged by people— both friends and family, and a social butterfly without realizing. She kept herself busy as an architect, constantly producing new designs, revising old ones. He says she’s a dream chaser yet loved the simple things about life. It had been one of the things he admired most about her.
The words he said to her when he decided to let her go was along the lines of: Chanyeol had been the light in her city. Junmyeon considered himself the stars— under the moonlight in the luminous city, you don’t see the stars because the lights are blinding. The beauty of the stars doesn’t do justice in the city.
You think Junmyeon isn’t in the stars. You think he’s been the moonlight all along, the light you see even in the illuminated city. They just weren’t willing to take a chance on something that seemed impossible.
Your memory is hazy on how you got here, but you’re sitting on your desk, skirt hiked up to your stomach with Junmyeon’s head in between your legs. His skin under the moonlight glistens with beauty, and you can’t help but repeatedly tell yourself how lucky you are that you are soulmates with this man. Everything about Junmyeon makes you feel like you’re on cloud 9. Fingers intertwining with his soft brown locks and palm against the foggy glass table, your breath hitches in your throat as he sticks in another finger into your heat.
“Junmyeon!”
Pulling away, he grins innocently with his lips glistening with your juices, he makes you think how insane you look compared to him. How could he look so pure after doing the dirtiest thing to you in your office? Anyone who has ever rejected him in this lifetime must feel like he’s the one who got away. As if the sex in the bedroom isn’t enough, he’s bold enough to do it in the office.
Thankfully, Junmyeon isn’t too risky, just risky enough. It’s Friday and everyone on the floor has gone home early, now the time being 6:00pm, it’s just the two of you. It started off innocent— Junmyeon bringing you a cup of tea and some biscuits since you found yourself stuck here for another night with another launch for a new line coming out soon. He’d always been supportive, if not more now, after dating for half a year, and never failed to swoon you.
“You look stressed,” He said, rounding your desk with a mischievous look hanging on his lips.
“Junmyeon... no.”
“You haven’t even been home that often lately, let me help you unwind.”
And after a couple glares, he pouts and immediately has you under his spell.
“Fuck, Junmyeon, just take your goddamn fingers out of me and pull your dick out your pants so you can fuck me on my desk.”
“Weren’t you just shooting daggers at me with your eyes earlier telling me no?” He raises a brow teasing but complies with your instruction anyways, standing in front of you, unbuckling his belt and tugging his zipper down. Demands from you always deserved a comeback response but he never failed to abide by your needs.
“Well, we’re already in too deep anyways so let’s just go all the way.”
Pulling himself out his pants, his eyes are hooded as he presses his forehead against yours while you wrap your legs around his waist, dragging him closer. He looks heavenly like this; hair disheveled with his shirt unbuttoned all the way, exposing his well-built chest, and his tie disappeared somewhere in the room. You’re thankful he’s been heading to the gym with his friends lately because all you want to do is lick his abs, despite how weird you feel about it but Junmyeon doesn’t reject your wants and lets you do it anyway.
He’s pumping himself while his cloudy gaze meets yours, lips parted and swollen. Groaning, you grab him closer with your legs as he stumbles with a chuckle at your eagerness. “Take it easy, baby.”
“Junmyeon, I swear to god if you don’t finish what you started— oh fuck,” he’s tired of your complaining and plunges himself into you sharply, interrupting your nagging. Albeit the fact you’re always debating with him about things, he still loves you nonetheless and drools at the sight of you, especially right now with how your skin glimmers in sweat under the lights of your office.
Junmyeon’s face is nuzzled into your neck, gently biting and sucking on the skin while humming against you as his hips thrust in and out of you harshly. You’re trying to stay quiet, but the way his body moves against yours and how much he stretches you is overwhelming that you’re suddenly thankful Johnny agrees to take an early leave today or else you’d never hear the end of it.
Grabbing your legs from behind him, he unravels you from his body before pushing you down further on the desk, your legs up closer to your frame as he pounds harder. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “How are you still so tight? Stop clenching, I might cum too fast.”
“Isn’t that that the point?” You snarled, arms around his neck as you caress his nape. “I have work to get done tonight.”
Lifting your body from the desk with his hands under your thighs, he’s carrying you effortlessly to another part of the room, shoving you against the wall before quickening his pace. Unable to hold back your moans, your hands shift to his shoulder, grasping onto the broadness of it. “I also have work to get done tonight, and it’s to make you cum first.”
He made you release twice after that before letting himself reach his own high.
Outside of the bedroom—except it was in your office today— Junmyeon was a soft boyfriend. He was everything that you had wished Eunwoo was and you didn’t need to mold him to have those qualities, he already had them. You weren’t entirely sure if it was the biological effects of finding out that he’s your soulmate, but you’re glad it’s him.
Straightening your skirt after a sinful session, you look up and see Junmyeon already sprawled on your office chair, trying to catch his breath. “Why are you panting so hard? You said you’ve been working out lately and uh... it’s evident on your body.”
He raises a brow teasingly before letting out a chuckle between his breaths. “I see you’ve been checking me out lately. Just had a big lunch was all.”
“Big lunch?”
“Well you took that guy out from HR to lunch today, and I figured since I wasn’t going to eat with you, I should grab something for myself.”
“... you went alone?” You’re mimicking his expression now with your brows lifted in question.
“... well,” He’s running his fingers through his luscious damp locks from his sweat. “I went with Hana and Johnny.”
Squinting your eyes at your other half, you cross your arms against your chest as he watches you carefully. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the desk that he had just fucked you senseless on moments ago, only for you to regain the authority yet again. “Hana? As in, Lee Hana?”
“What about her?”
“She doesn’t like me.” You frown, shoulders drooping. Junmyeon lets out a light laugh, pushing the chair into your direction before sitting your legs in between his thighs. “So what? Johnny and I like you.”
“She complains about me to you guys. Plus, I think she has a tiny crush on you.” Although you and Junmyeon had been meeting frequently for lunch, it’d always be away from the office. Keeping the relationship a secret between his colleagues was an agreement set in place once you’d officially started dating him, but it was getting a bit difficult once you realized how many girls actually ogled at the sight of him.
Pressing his lips against the back of your hand, he then puts the palm of it to rest on his cheek. “I’m not quite catching on what you’re saying.”
“You don’t know that she likes you? Ugh, Junmyeon—“
“No, I meant that I know she does, and was very persistent about taking me to lunch, so I asked Johnny to join me. So what if she likes me? I have you.”
“She doesn’t know that,” You snarled, eyes darting at him. “She’s going to think you’re available.”
He shakes his head, gifting your palm a kiss. “She can think whatever she wants. I have you and you’re all I need.”
There’s silence in the room for a moment as you’re shuffling through your thoughts before shattering the glass of quietude. “Are you mad that we’re keeping this a secret?”
His eyes search the meaning behind the question in your orbs, observing your expression. “I’m not mad.”
“Disappointed?”
“No, I just... forget sometimes.” He admits, pecking the skin of your thigh gently before leaning back in the seat. “I want to give you a kiss before heading out the office some days and I get the urge but stop midway. Sometimes I want to see your face once you get the flowers I send you on other days and deliver them myself but I know I can’t. But there’s no need to be mad about it.”
A wash of regret cascades over your face as you frown at your significant other. Junmyeon was an embodiment of a gentleman; patiently waiting for you even though your schedule had always been packed, delivering food during those restless hours, cleaning your home so when you got back after days sleeping in the office, you had less responsibilities to tend to... he was actually perfect.
Maybe that was also his flaw. He was too perfect. Was it everyone or just you that seems to be drawn to men who women always sought after?
“What’s this?” Junmyeon asks, standing beside Johnny in your office with a hand in his slacks’ pocket. His other hand was occupied by his phone, holding up the email invitation to a company banquet. “Why am I suddenly invited to this?”
“And the better question is why am I invited to this?” Johnny adds.
“It’s a company banquet, hence the word company. Everyone in the company is invited, guys. What’s so hard to understand about that?”
Johnny drops his body on the leather couch, plopping his legs on the table as you grimace after the sight. “We’ve never had something like this before. Why suddenly now?”
“Remember that guy I had lunch with from HR last week?”
The two men glance at each other before responding at the same time. “Yeah?”
Leaning against the desk, crossing your arms over your chest, you continue. “He suggested we do something like this. Would be good for... company bonding or something.”
“Don’t we see each other enough?” Johnny snaps, Junmyeon chuckling at his response. “I think what he means is, are you sure that enough people would be of attendance?”
“Well, I invited the top investors to come, too. They’re copied on the email, so hopefully people will see and RSVP?”
Johnny is mute briefly before quietly asking, “Will that guy from that record company we talked about be there?”
Tapping your finger against your chin, you playfully look around your room, feigning in thought. “Possibly. If you attend, you’d know.” Johnny looks over at Junmyeon with a bright smile glued to his face before waving. “Well, I’m sold. You’re in it alone, brother. Deuces!” Peacing out, Johnny shuts the door behind him as Junmyeon sighs, shaking his head. “And now I’m alone.”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“You really want to do a whole banquet?” He asks, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. “You’re already so stressed out. Why would you want to arrange a large event like this around the same time span as the launch?”
He’s worried. Junmyeon isn’t mad about the event, he’s concerned about your workload and how you’d be able to juggle between taking care of yourself and dealing with the launch, including the event.
“Come on, you know I have to do something for the people here.”
“No, you don’t. At least, you can do it later, so why now?” You shrug, slouching in your position. “I don’t know. It just feels lately like nothing is enough.”
“Oh baby,” He frowns, making his way to you with his hands cupping your cheeks. “You’re enough. You’re more than enough for me. You’re an amazing boss, and John out there can vouch for that. You don’t need to overwork yourself just to prove something.”
“Doesn’t matter anyways. The invitation is out and already done.”
“Okay, so new problem requires a new solution. Hire a team, or better yet, ask the HR department to plan the banquet. I’m sure they’d be more than happy to do it, just give them a budget and I’m sure they won’t fail you.”
You freeze. The idea of delegating freaked you out a little. Or a lot.
“Junmyeon.” He reiterates the tone after yours, stating your name. “That’s... quite a lot I’m giving up here.”
“Yeah, you’re also giving up your health in the process. You’re still young— yes, and incredibly young at that— but keep in mind that you don’t have a successor in mind. If you’re not healthy, imagine who potentially could sit in your seat and manage the entire company. I can almost 100% guarantee to you that you would not be happy with who they may select.”
You groan frustratedly, standing straight before digging your face into his chest, muffling your own words. “It should be me doing all of this.”
He shakes his head. “You just think that it should be you.”
Trapped behind your desk, you’ve still managed to take a transient break from all your tasks. Tapping your fingers against the table, and swirled by your contemplations, remorse fills your face at the memory of Junmyeon the other day, speaking genuinely about how he felt as though he couldn’t truly express his love for you publicly. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.
Quickly typing in a web address, you click on several items into your order before punching in your credit card info. Leaning back after the “order confirmation” pulls up, you grin in content.
“Flowers for Junmyeon?”
Junmyeon’s head peeks from his cubicle at the sound of his name, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Uh, I’m Junmyeon,” He says as he gets up from his seat, walking over to the delivery man. “You sure this is for me? And not from?” Did he make a mistake? He didn’t recall making any orders today.
“Says to Junmyeon and... from...” At the sound of your name escaping from the delivery man’s lips, Junmyeon’s eyes irradiates. “Wait— really?”
“Who is sending you flowers?” Hana approaches from behind, attempting to see over Junmyeon’s shoulder by standing on the tips of her toes. With the note in his hand, he swiftly slides it into his pocket, looking over at the female immaculately. “Uh, secret admirer.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, oppa. Let me see.”
He shakes his head in response. “I told you, it’s from a secret admirer.”
“Junmyeon! We’re friends here. Let me see!”
“It’s from me.” You stop in the midst of your tracks in the middle of the aisle of cubicles after the delivery man makes an exit. Adjusting the folders and binders in your arms, you hum. “I got Junmyeon the flowers.”
“Do you need help?” Junmyeon steers away from the topic, hands aiming to take some of the items in your hands. “No, I’m okay. Do you like the arrangement I picked out? And did you see the note?”
“Of course I saw the note,” He says, voice quiet. “But let’s talk about that later. We’re at work.”
“I don’t care. Doesn’t affect my work ethic nor yours, so why does it matter to anyone else?”
Hana’s mouth is agape during the conversation, bowing when you recognize her presence. “Hi, boss. Uh, you sent Junmyeon the flowers?”
“Yes, I’m asking him out to the company banquet.”
“Like... as a date?”
You nod at her direction. “As a date.”
“Oh... I was going to ask Junmyeon. Maybe he can decide which of us he wants to take?” She suggests, shoulders shrugging. “No offense, but isn’t it kind of weird if an employee goes with their boss? Don’t know if Junmyeon is uncomfortable...” Her eyes trail at the end of the sentence to read the expression on his face, only to see him with his gaze holding onto yours.
“He’s not uncomfortable, are you, Junmyeon? You can tell me honestly. If not, HR is always down the hall.”
Junmyeon sighs, taking some of the binders from you, regardless of your refusal. “Of course not.” He glances over at Hana with an apologetic look before giving her a half bow. “I’m sorry, Hana. I’m going to excuse myself.”
“Consider who you’re taking, will you?”
Pausing for a moment in silence before taking a glimpse at you, he chews on his bottom lip anxiously. “I’m taking her, I’m sorry. It’s a no brainer for me— always.”
She scoffs. “Is it because she’s the CEO? You’re not feeling pressured, are you? Because if this is a bigger issue than it seems, we should go to HR. She shouldn’t be treating you like this, it isn’t fair—“
“We’re dating.” He finally admits, the red flushing his cheeks. “We’ve been dating a couple months now.”
“You’re fucking dating. What did she threaten you with?”
“Why do you think I have to threaten him in order for him to like me?” You question, genuinely curious. She seemed to have been very persistent with her stance.
She looks at you with a stare that reads ‘is it not obvious’ but you’re honestly uncertain what she’s going to say next. “You’re here hours of the night. You rarely ever go home, reject that guy who keeps coming to ask you out for lunch— don’t think we don’t know— and he finally gave up on you and now you’ve come running to someone else? Don’t you think you seem a little desperate?”
“Desperate for what? I liked her first.”
“But did she ask you out first?”
“Yeah, but—“
“Don’t you feel tricked, Jun oppa?” The nickname she gives him brings heat to your ears but you hold your composure. “Does she even make time for you? Does she even care for you? I mean— you’re even keeping this a secret from everyone, especially your friends.”
You feel so small. Ever since becoming CEO of your own company, you’ve had moments where people talked down on you but never an employee. You’d always tried to establish a good relationship between them and yourself, gaining some level of respect, but for the first time, someone confronted you in this type of manner and you’re unsure how to approach the situation.
“Stop, Hana.” Junmyeon says, interrupting her rant of questions. “My work friends don’t know. My personal life friends? All of them know, she has met them all. I don’t mind that she works so late and so frequently, it doesn’t bother me, but I do worry that it’ll deteriorate her health. Hana, you’re a nice friend and a great person. I know you are, but you speaking about her this way makes me second guess that.”
Fuming, she snags the bouquet of flowers you’ve sent him and slams it into the ground. “How dare you talk to me like that?”
“Hana, please go and cool down. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” You advise, trying to grab back your possessions from Junmyeon. “I have a meeting to head to. I’ll catch you later.”
“Why’d you have to send it during office hours?”
You’re brewing tea in your small, cozy apartment downtown in Seoul, just enough space for yourself. Although a penthouse fit your budget, you knew the home would be too quiet and lonely for you.
“You mentioned how sometimes you forget we’re hiding it from people. I just wanted to do something nice for you. You’re always getting me things and taking care of me.”
Watching you from the couch, he ruffles his end of day hair with remains of gel in it. The top few buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his belt is already off, legs laying on the foot rest. “Baby, you already do so much for me. You’re you, keeping me company and making me happy. And didn’t I already tell you that it’s okay we’re hiding it?”
“Okay, but why does it feel like that’s it? That’s all I have to offer you and I’m even making you keep this a secret.”
“I have a job because of you. I’m happy because of you.”
“But that’s not me— that’s my title, Junmyeon. The CEO me gave you a job, not the personal life me. How am I contributing anything to you? Hana makes a point, you know. I should be threatening you with something to date me, or else it wouldn’t make any sense because I have nothing to offer you.”
“Baby...” His voice is softer now albeit his steps are getting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your frame from behind. “You’re enough. Stop thinking you aren’t. You’re such a confident woman, yet at the same time you want to make everyone happy but it’s exhausting you out.”
“Making people happy makes me happy.”
“Be happy that you’re happy.”
“I— I am happy with myself. I achieved my dreams, I even met my soulmate.”
“Then what’s wrong?” His forehead crinkles in confusion.
“I just... want to be enough for you. Money and materialistic items aren’t things that impress you. You were so in love with a girl who had already met her soulmate and let her go when you weren’t ready. I’m afraid I can’t get you to love me up to that par. Everything we have is biological.”
Though your tone is serious, he manages to let out a chuckle. “Is that what you’re worried about? I was in love with you way before knowing any of that stuff. Chanyeol used to have dreams about her yet he still didn’t love her until later. He took his time, but eventually loved her for her. This whole soulmate thing is unpredictable and you know that. You were in that research thing.”
“Research group,” You correct, turning off the gas knob when the kettle sings.
“Research group,” he clarified, bringing your body to face him. “You are my soulmate, period. But before knowing that, you were my boss who I had a major crush on. I stayed those nights in your office and had dinners with you on that annoying wobbly coffee table— which I want to point out, you have enough money to replace— and you still think that way? You let me experience my dreams without even knowing my capabilities, you believed in me when I didn’t. You’ve given me constructive criticism, disagreed with me, and yet still stayed through those heated arguments. Our love languages are different. I’m truly happy what you’ve given me.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than anything.” He bumps his forehead into yours before leaning in to peck the tip of your nose. “Please trust me.”
Junmyeon has on a black suit that matches the material of your midnight dark off-the-shoulder dress that lengths down pass your legs. He’s the resemblance of Prince Charming— an asian doppelganger, to say the least. Hair recently dyed brown and slicked back with a new cut, he has a way of effortlessly handsome in the most simplistic way.
“Hey, love.” He has a grin wider than the Cheshire Cat, but is the opposite of the character— heart warm for everyone and tugging on their heartstrings just from his smile. Junmyeon has a way of looking at you as if you’re the heroine to his story when in reality, he’s the one who has saved you.
“Hey,” You say airily; the sight of him dressed so formally has the breath taken out of your lungs. “You look good.”
“Thank you, you look even better.” Arms wide with invitation, you comply and shuffle close to him. “When did you get this lovely dress? I’ve never seen you wear it before.”
“You act like we go to black tie events on a daily basis.”
Pulling you close in his embrace, he puckers his lips. Abiding by his request, you gift him a quick peck. “We don’t, but I wish you wore this for me. You look... ravishing.”
“Ravishing?”
“Yes, that’s what I said. Ravishing. You look great, baby. Come, let’s head out.”
“I—“ Hand wrapped around Junmyeon’s wrist after he turns to exit, he flips back with a curious gaze. “What’s wrong, bubby?”
“What if Hana told everyone by now? I haven’t exactly been in the office for a few days with all the meetings that have been going on... what will they think of me?”
“Of you dating? Nothing, you’re a grown woman. You can date.”
You look at him sternly. “No, I meant of me dating an employee. They’re going to think I’m trying to exploit you or something.”
He sighs, hands on your cheeks as he pushes them together to purse your lips. “I don’t really know what’s going to happen. I have some privilege as a man because no one is going to say anything to me, but I know they’ll make some sly comments at you about it. Regardless, know that those people don’t matter. You’re a successful woman who is respectful and kind toward everyone, and her being bitter shouldn’t effect us.”
You’re internally freaking out. The moment you step into the venue, you’re too scared to even fully absorb and admire the work that the HR department made, watching the gazes of those around you. Despite the fact that the man linking arms with yours was the most beautiful person anyone has ever seen, the eyes of those in the room lock onto your figure. It was hard to tell the difference between their judging stares or if it’s because of your position in the company.
Right on cue, Junmyeon leans over and whispers in your ear. “They’re looking at you because of how beautiful you are.”
Johnny is practically prancing on his route toward you, smile stretching from cheek to cheek as he pulls you into his embrace. He sings your name before separating himself from the hug, pinching the tip of your nose. “Shit, you’re gorgeous. Junmyeon is lucky to be by your side or else I would have snagged you by now.” He teases, but you’re rolling your eyes in response.
“I’m still standing here, you know,” Junmyeon eyes the younger male.
“Aw, hyung, are you jealous?”
“Tsk, John Suh—“
“Hyung!” Another voice chimes in, the three of your heads swerving to the sound to meet with the group of people walking in your direction as you turn your gaze to meet with Junmyeon’s. “I forgot to mention, I invited your friends.”
You notice that Junmyeon’s body stiffens. His heart stopped at the sight, but his hand reaches for yours, tightening the grip.
His first love.
Chanyeol has his hand resting on her lower back as she makes her way through the crowd amongst the rest of Junmyeon’s friend crew. Her beautiful silk dress hangs on her body loosely, tightening and complimenting her curves when needed most. Her captivating looks had your own heart clenching and you realize what you had been up against the entire time.
The stories Junmyeon shares about his first love now has a face to the name, and the acceptance of their moments has disappeared just from looking at her. She was breathtaking to that point that she’s stolen Johnny’s attention as well.
Quickly, Junmyeon melts from being frozen and greet his friends, and you follow in suit. You learn her name, and hearing her repeat yours reminds you that her voice does sound smooth and sweet like honey, and you can’t even hate her because of how kind she is.
“I heard that you guys found out that you’re soulmates,” She says with a smile, and you could kill for cheekbones like hers.
“We are,” He responds, tugging on your hand to bring you closer. “We liked each other first then realized that we both have the same markings.”
“Convenient,” She chuckles, turning to glance at Chanyeol who stands by her side. Despite all the denying Chanyeol had went through before, it wasn’t evident now because his eyes were filled with love when they meet with hers. “A lot easier than what I went through with this guy.” She fixated her stare back at Junmyeon, voice filled with genuine as she speaks. “I’m happy you found someone who can make you happy.”
Later on, she meets with you privately as the rest of the gang follows Junmyeon around and they share loud conversations and laughs with each other.
“Hey,” She says, voice soft and gentle. “I just... wanted to thank you.”
“For what?” Perplexity is written on your face as you casually grab two champagne glasses from a server walking by, handing one to her as she takes willingly.
“For... loving Junmyeon. I... loved him before and I couldn’t fully give him what he wanted because of Chanyeol.”
Waving your hand in dismissal, you shake your head in unison. “No, thank you. If... you stayed even though Junmyeon wanted to let you go, I don’t think I would have ever met him. I would’ve never met my own soulmate, and... I don’t think I’d be as happy as I am now.” Almost on sign, Junmyeon’s in mid-laugh across the room, chatting with his friends as his tender gaze meets yours.
“Well, he’s just as happy, if not more. So, thank you, really. He deserves the world for letting go of someone he loved just for the sake of his best friend’s happiness. He’s a selfless guy.”
The night is long; you’re constantly talking to investors and potential investors, meeting new and old people as well as trying to keep up with all of your employees that attended. The turn-out is better than expected (well, better than Johnny expected), and you congratulate the HR team on a job well done.
“Ah, thanks, boss... it means a lot to us that you’re saying this.” You scoff, drink in hand before reaching up to pinch the cheek of the younger male.
“Call me noona. You did a great job, Mark, it deserves to be recognized. Keep it up and you’ll see a promotion headed your way.” Mark’s face flushes pink at your actions and words, bowing in appreciation. “Thank you, Noona!”
“Can I snag your noona away from you?”
“Oh— Hey Hyung! Of course. She’s all yours.” Mark smiles giddily, and you’re unsure if the last sentence is in reference to your relationship, or that he was willing to give your attention back to Junmyeon’s.
“Hey, you tired?” His face is always full of concern when he watches you, but you feel like a princess when he surveils your face for a response with all the attentiveness. You shake your head in response. “No, I’m okay. It’s nice knowing that nobody is giving me a hard time.”
“Speaking of that...” Your furrow your brows in confusion. “I talked to Hana just now.”
“Oh?”
“She’s... unhappy, for sure. But more angry that I didn’t even give her a shot. I’ve known her before you and I guess she had been pursuing me since then but I’ve always had my eyes on you.”
Chewing on your bottom lip anxiously, you tap your feet on the ground. “So... now what?”
“Nothing.” He chuckles, hand resting on your lower back as he pulls you near. “Don’t care about what she says. She’s an employee first, an angry girl who has a crush on your boyfriend second. All you should care about is yourself, and how much I love you for being you.”
Everything he says before the phrase falls out the other ear. “You love me?”
“I love you.” Junmyeon grins cheekily, his other hand reaching to rest on your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. “I really do. Please remember that. Everything I experienced before you was so that I could appreciate everything about you when I meet you. I’m glad you got to meet her today, because just as great as she is, she is no comparison to you. You’re more than that, and the crazy part? You’re my soulmate.”
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Fireworks || Darth Vader x Reader
(A/N ***please read if you havent read the epilouge to my series*** : yes hi I wanted this to go out earlier but oopsie ig lmao, but I was inspired by the fireworks of last night so yuhhh :))) This is based off my vader x reader series, but not canon to the story!! (or maybe it is, i’ll let you be the judge of that). for those of you who havent read the epilogue of my series Far Away, Together, all you need to know is that vader and his bby yeeted out the empire and now are living in the middle of nowhere together :)) taglists are open, enjoy!!)
(P.S.: if you wanna read the epilogue, you can find it here, as well as all the other chapters of FaT)
WARNINGS: None!! Very fluffy
Key: (F/N) = first name
Word Count: ~3200
~~~
You both always hated it when you had to go to the wreckage, but you both knew that you had to.
After fixing your love a nice lunch and leaving him to eat in his meditation chamber, you begrudgingly pulled on your going-out clothes, a slight frown on your face all the while. Pulling on your walking boots and securing your tools to your belt, you heard your love’s meditation chamber open and close, alongside his heavy footsteps drawing closer and closer to you. Your hearing perking up, you noticed how he stopped in the doorway without having to turn your head.
You smiled to yourself. You could feel his gaze on you, warming your heart.
“When do you plan to return, darling?” Vader asked you, his voice as deep and rumbling as ever. If this had been some years ago, you would have been scared. But now, all you felt was warmth.
Maker, you were so in love.
“I’ll be back before sundown, Vee.” you responded without turning to him, combing out your hair with your fingers.
You could practically feel how much he didn’t like that. It made the air thick yet almost uncomfortably sharp at the same time. Your smile faded a little at this. You hated leaving for so long just as much as he did, but you had to go. His bacta tank had been acting funky recently, and you had finally narrowed the problem down to the filter.
And, of course, you were all out of filters.
This meant you had to go to the wreckage of the crashed Star Destroyer to find a new one, or at least the parts you needed to make one.
Your favorite activity.
Your smile now completely faded away, you reached inside one of your dresser drawers, retrieving out a long, black cloth from it. The ends of the cloth were heavily tattered and torn, and there were even large holes in some areas.
His old cape.
Since he hardly wore it anymore, you took it over as your own. He had long since abandoned the black one for a medium-toned blue one you had made him not too long ago. He told you that he wore that one because you had made it, but you knew the real reason.
After the Empire fell, he wanted to shed as much of the past as possible, and did this little by little. It started with his cape, but has slowly branched out to other means.
For example, his saber.
“Take my weapon with you, dear. Use it to protect yourself while I am not present.” you heard him say as you fastened his old cape around your shoulder such that the cloth ran diagonally across your body, scraping only slightly on the floor. Turning to face him, you smiled up at his mask, the sound of his steady breath filling your ears.
He always worried about you. Ever since you had professed your love for one another, he seemed to never stop worrying. You would ordinarily tease him for things like this, but you knew better in this situation. You knew he had lost so many in his life…
And you knew losing you would destroy him, once and for all.
So, it was clear to you why he troubled himself so much about you. And it was even clearer why this worry was even greater when you had to make these trips. He couldn’t come with you, much to your shared disdain. The hike would be too strenuous on him. Even though he had survived his encounter with his old master…
It still did a large number on his health.
You didn’t want to shorten his lifespan, so you made these trips by yourself.
Even though you both knew this and accepted it, this didn’t stop his worry. He always made you take his saber with you, even if you had your own blaster.
Stepping closer to your love, your eyes stayed upon his mask as you took one of his hands into your own, pressing a soft kiss on the leather of his gloves as he looked down upon your face. Looking back up to meet his gaze, a small, warm smile enveloped your features.
Vader wondered how someone could be so damn perfect.
“I will, don’t worry.” you assured him, “Where is it?”
“I have placed it in our safe, my sweet.” he rumbled out, his gaze unable to falter from off of your frame.
Giving him a firm nod and standing on your tip-toes, you placed a small peck on the cheek of his mask before pushing past him, the tatters of his old cape upon your shoulders fluttering in the breeze of your steps.
Vader almost never carried his saber anymore. The crimson blade only reminded him of the past. He only seemed to wield it if he sensed some sort of danger threatening to disrupt your shared home. These instances were often in the middle of the night, and often woke you up from your sleep. And, even more often, there was absolutely no danger.
He was always so hard to calm down on those nights…
And even harder to convince to go back to sleep.
Stopping your steps in front of the safe, your knelt down in front of its door, punching in the code to open it as you felt his presence draw behind you. Reaching in, you wrapped your hands around the cool, polished metal of the hilt of his saber, attaching it to your belt as you closed the safe and stood up again. Turning on your heel, you were a bit spooked when you realized just how close he was. Taking a tiny step back, you looked up at his mask.
He seemed… off.
Even more so than usually when you had to go out.
Feeling his shift in mood, you shot up a warm smile at him before turning your gaze to the cape around his shoulders. Reaching your hands up, you took the blue cloth into your hands, smoothing it out as you spoke.
“Vee, I’ll be fine. I’ve done this a million times before, and there’s always nothing out there.” you tried to reassure him.
“I am aware, my dear.” he rumbled out.
Despite him not having much flavor to the inflections in his deep voice, you knew he wasn’t convinced. Moving your hands from his lapel to his mask, you cradled the metal in your palms, making him meet your gaze.
“Then there’s no need to worry, hmm?”
Gazing down at you in a long moment of silence, Vader contemplated your words. You wondered if he would ever say anything, but were quickly met with an answer as he placed his much larger hands upon yours.
“I suppose not…” he finally said.
You breathed out a smile as he continued.
“But please do be careful, my sweet. I shall eagerly await your return.”
Letting out a soft giggle, you gave him a broad, dopey smile as you spoke your response.
“Whatever you say, loverboy.”
~~~
The hike to the wreckage had left you sweaty and sore. It always did, but this didn’t stop you from complaining silently to yourself. Wiping the sweat that moistened your brow, you gazed upon the familiar wreckage for a moment before stepping inside, watching the ground to avoid any missteps.
The filters were usually located in the old medical bay of the old Star Destroyer. Fortunately, the walk from the entrance to the demolished medical bay wasn’t all that far. However, it was extremely dark. The power of this ship had gone out long ago, and darkness had quickly made it’s new home in it's dilapidated walls. Your pupils widening in the dark, you reached down to your belt, pushing your cape out of the way.
Your hand finding a long, cool cylinder of metal, you shot out a quick smile as your fingers wrapped around it.
Your love always was there for you, to guide you in the dark.
Unclipping the saber from your belt, you made sure to point the tip away from you as you pushed the igniter, springing the weapon to life. With a continuous, dull humm, the crimson of the blade illuminated your face in red, as well as your nearby surroundings. Wrapping your other hand around the hilt, you held your love’s weapon firmly as you made your way through the wreckage, following the red light that surrounded you.
Trailing on for a long while, you were eventually met with the old medical wing. Securing the saber into your left hand, you held it above your head as you pushed the doors open, the metal making an awful squeak as you did so.
Searching around the cracked and damaged storage bins and compartments of the old unit, you were pleased when you found a clean, unused filter. Hissing out a quiet yes to yourself, you took Vader’s old cape from off your shoulders and placed it on the ground. Putting the filter on top of the cloth, you made a make-shift bag out of the cape.
Bunching up the fabric and slinging it over your shoulder, you jumped as you heard a crash from behind you. Letting out a yelp and turning on your heel quickly, your heart started to race as you gripped both hands onto the crimson blade’s hilt, ready to strike at any moment.
When you were greeted with nothing but the sight of wreckage, you let your shoulders relax. Your heartrate slowing, you realized that there were no intruders or critters there to kill you. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you were met with the sight of a knocked-over crate. Focusing your eyes harder, you noticed an odd substance spilling out of the crate.
Kneeling down, you kept your lover’s saber above your head as you went in for a closer look. Your eyes adjusting in the red light, you were able to make out what the substance was.
Powder.
Overcome by your curiosity, you reached your hand down and took a few granules of the powder in between your pointer finger and thumb. Rubbing your two phalanges together as you brought them closer to your face, your eyebrows raised as you finally were able to deduce what it was.
Black powder.
Shifting your gaze down to the contents of the knocked-over crate, you saw that there were other tubes of other types of powders from a plethora of different materials.
Seeing these items struck an old chord deep inside you. You were familiar with what they would do when mixed together, but this familiarity was sourced from a long, long time ago. All the way back from when the empire was just forming. All the way back from your home planet…
As the memories flooded your mind, you felt the grip you had on your love’s saber tighten without you having to think about it. Realizing this, your lips parted as the beginnings of an idea formed in your mind. Letting it form for a few more moments, you smiled softly as you slipped the cape-bag off of your shoulders and opened it up, placing a few canisters of powder into it alongside the filter.
Tonight would be a good night for you and him.
~~~
Just as you had promised, you were back to the house before sundown. In fact, the excitement you felt from your idea coupled with the promise of returning to him made you come back before the sun had even begun to set, your steps having a certain pep to them.
Pushing open the door to your shared home, you called out an I’m home as you closed it behind you. Almost instantly, you heard the sound of his boots thudding over to you, alongside the sound of his respirator. Setting down his saber on a small table, you noticed in your peripheral a large, looming, black figure watching you from afar. A smile forming on your face, you turned your head towards the figure.
Your love.
You could tell from the aura around him that he was happy you were home again.
“(F/N),” he rumbled out, a hint of amusement in his voice, “How was your voyage?”
“It was good.” you responded, adjusting the cape-bag on your shoulder as you kicked off your boots, “I found another filter, and even a little surprise for later.”
Your love tilted his armored head at this. He often did when he was curious.
He was too damn cute sometimes.
“A surprise?” he asked.
“Yes, a surprise, Vee.” you said as you walked up to him, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft, quick kiss on his mask’s cheek as you walked past him to the living area.
Turning to face you, your love stayed put as he spoke, his gaze seemingly unable to falter off of your frame as you poured your bag’s contents out on the floor and sat in front of it.
“What is it, darling?” he asked, making you breathe out a giggle as you glanced up at him.
“If I tell you, then it won’t be a surprise anymore.” you said.
You could tell he was miffed as you saw his shoulders and posture stiffen. You could only smile as you started to poke through the items you had brought home.
“I wish to know what you are scheming, my dear.” he rumbled out.
You giggled again. Maker, you found him almost too damn cute.
“You’ll find out eventually what I’m scheming, love.” you said as you began to unscrew the lids to the powder canisters, “I promise you’ll like it.”
“I do not doubt that, my sweet.”
“Then stop fretting.” you giggled again, “Come on, you can help by keeping me company while I set this up.”
Realizing that he would get absolutely nowhere by pestering you further, Vader gave in to your scheme. Entering into the living room, he found a place where he could comfortably watch you work.
Watching you do what you were best at was one of his favorite pass-times.
And knowing what you were doing was for him only made it better.
~~~
He was spending some time in his meditation chamber when you finished. Instead of immediately getting him out of there, you took the opportunity to set up your scheme, as he called it.
Taking a blanket out of your storage closet, you picked up your scheme alongside the cloth and carried it outside. Finding a nice clearing of grass, you laid out the blanket in just the right spot.
It was now night time, and the cool breeze of the darkness made your hair sway as you set up your scheme. Once it was all finished, you stood up from your crouching position, looking out on the fields of your new home planet with a small smile on your face.
It was the perfect night. It was the perfect night for him. The stars were as bright as ever, and the rich blues and blacks of night accented the green of the vegetation so very well.
This was all for him. You loved him endlessly, and you dedicated yourself to making the rest of his days as comfortable as possible. He had been through so, so much…
And you hoped that nights like this would help him accept everything and move on.
Maker above, did you try so hard to make him accept the past.
But you didn’t mind.
Not one bit.
Dusting off your hands, you headed back inside once everything was complete. Making your way into your shared bedroom, you focused your gaze upon the meditation pod that took up nearly half of the space. Slowly but surely, you reached up your hand and knocked gently on the metal.
“Vee?” you called out, hoping you weren’t disturbing him too much, “Your surprise is ready, if you wanna come out…”
After a moment, the metal of the pod finally raised up with a sharp hiss, causing you to take a step back. Watching him rise from his seated position and begin the motions of stepping out, you stepped forward. Taking one of his hands into yours and draping your arm across his back, you helped him step down from the pod, giving him support in case he started to feel weak.
“Have you finished your scheme, darling?” he asked you once he was stable.
You breathed out a smile, keeping his hands secure in your own.
“Yes, love. My scheme is done,” you said, “Come on, come see.”
With that, you turned on your heel and led him by the hand outside. You could feel that he was perplexed, but pushed on anyway. You only stopped once you reached the blanket you had laid out.
“Here we are,” you cooed, “Take a seat, Vee.”
Following your request, he shifted his weight to sit upon the blanket, leaning some of it upon you as you helped him be seated. Taking a seat next to him, you reached out and grabbed a panel of buttons you had thrown together that evening. Fiddling with the panel, Vader looked down at you as you worked, feeling his heart swell with awe and pride.
He had never been so in love.
“Do you wish to finally tell me what this plot is, my dear?” he asked, making you smile.
“Yes, I do.” you responded without looking up from the buttons.
“Then please, enlighten me.”
Letting out a giggle at his teasing vocabulary, you spoke your response.
“Well, in my home village, we called them color rockets, but you probably know them as fireworks. We would make our own and launch them on holidays or days of harvest…”
Pressing one final button, the sound of one of your home-made fireworks launching filled your ears. Shifting your gaze to the sky, your smile broadened as you saw the streaks of color illuminate the night, the hues reflecting on your skin and in yours eyes.
Looking to him, your eyes softened with warmth as you continued.
“Or, we would make them as a token of love for our partners.”
Vader couldn’t even begin to think of something to say in that moment. He was unquestionably, undeniably, and totally speechless.
You were so damn beautiful. Both inside and out, your beauty outshone even the brightest stars in the galaxy. Even though the two of you had been together for years now, he still wondered why you chose him of all people. You were so good, and when the two of you met…
He wasn’t.
Not in the slightest.
He was cruel.
Mean.
Unforgiving.
Evil.
Yet still, even through all the bad, even through all his baggage, even through all the moments where his past came back to haunt him…
You stayed with him. Supported him, even…
Loved him, even.
And maker above did he love you for it.
Alongside all the other million reasons why he loved you.
He hoped that you didn’t mind that he didn’t know what to say in that moment. The way you smiled up at him and looked at him said that you didn’t, and that was all the confirmation he needed. Reaching up his hand, he placed it upon your cheek, holding your face as gently as he could. He felt his heart swell as your smile broadened as you leaned into his touch, placing your small hands on top of his own.
Maker above, if Lord Vader were able to stop time…
He would do it in this exact moment.
Never in his life had he felt so at peace…
So in love…
So relaxed…
So...
Free.
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Coconut Rum
hey all, this is just a lil fic i wrote tonight for dewey finn x reader! It’s basically a no plot, drabble about reader and Dewey walking home after a night out and reader decides to get confident and flirty;) sorry for the abrupt ending lmao
warnings: smut but not actual smut, flashing, drink
words: 1000
Walking home after a night out was always both yours and Dewey’s favourite part of the Saturday night routine. Both not too drunk, but just drunk enough, as you welcomed the drizzly rain pouring down your bodies, soothing your danced out frames.
The dark, cold, lonely streets were haunting. You knew these desolate streets all too well, and just how haunting they could be after a Saturday night of heavy drinking. But stumbling through the darkness came this bouncing, odd ball of warm light. And it came in the form, of Dewey Finn.
Leaning against one another, him holding his jacket above both of you heads, battling through the rainfall was what you loved best. Even just being this close to him, and having his rain kissed skin touch yours in the most innocent way made your heart flip.
You looked up at your handsome boyfriend as you both hurried along the street. The way the rain was falling through his damp curls, dripping onto his face, making his lips look inviting was causing a little twist in your stomach. And the way his hand was lingering at the very small of your back, threatening to fall a little was dangerous.
You thought back to the last time you and Dewey had been drunk together, and he very cleverly stated “the best things in life will either make you fat, drunk, or pregnant”. And god how he was right. Alcohol had always made you both a bit handsy. It was how you met. His hands lingered a little low while your lips didn’t ghost for very long.
You licked your lips, tasting the mix of fresh rain and the pina colada cocktail you had been ordering all night. It wasn’t long until you were home. The empty streets made you feel a bit rebellious. No one could see you. How exciting.
You took a few steps in front of Dewey, twisting on your feet to walk backwards. “hey dew, you know.. I love drunk me.. but, I don’t trust her..” you smirked. Dewey furrowed his eyebrows, stumbling a little as he continued to walk, secretly loving how the rain made you look. Your wet hair, and wet clothes quietly making him squirm.
“I don’t trust her either” he flirted, slinging his jacket over his shoulder.
Smugly, continuing to walk backwards, you lifted up the t-shirt dress you had been sporting, pulling it up your thighs, agonizingly slow, revealing your pink lacey panties. Dewey’s favourite pair.
His dark, punch drunk eyes followed the hem of your dress, stopping once it revealed the blush coloured satin he loved best. The poor boy was near enough drooling. Speechless. His eyes widening.
But you didn’t stop there.
You hiked the dress up further, expertly rolling your hips lightly, as if you were putting on a show. The rain kissed your bare skin, dripping down, soaking you.
Dewey’s face was flush and it wasn’t from the nip of the rain, his mouth hanging open lightly as his eyes roamed your body. It gave you confidence to keep going. Loving how you could make him pretty much fall to his knees.
“y/n..” his voice was thick, and rough from the cheap liquor he had consumed. Your bed room eyes narrowed and looked into his. The playful smile on your face killing him.
You smirked and pulled the dress up a little more, now revealing the fact that you had left tonight, with no bra on. You hesitated a little, thinking maybe you were taking it too far… but the rum in your blood told you to keep going.
Dewey caught a glimpse at the swell of your under boob, now noticing the lack of bra on your body.
Suddenly his hands were on you, pulling your dress down and back over you. His lips instantly found yours in a heated, wet kiss.
“you need to stop…” he groaned as his hands found their way to your ass, squeezing lightly.
“or what..” you teased.
“or… I’m gonna have to take you right here, right now..” he kissed you again, a little rougher. Your mouth opening to give his tongue access.
But it was brief, and cut off when he grabbed your hand, pulling you through the rain, running back to the apartment.
Arriving at the apartment complex door, you battled with the door keys. And it didn’t help that Dewey was pressed against your back, leaving hot kisses down your soaking wet neck. You thrusted the key into the door, but swung you hand behind you before opening it, gently palming Dewey’s crotch over his rain drenched jeans, eliciting a deep moan from him behind you. You smirked at your actions.
As soon as the door was shut behind you, the keys were thrown on the counter as hands found bodies, and feet kicked off soaked shoes. Only the side light had been left on, so the room felt warm and welcoming, casting soft candle light on your faces.
Your hands ran up and into his soaking wet hair as your lips worked easily with his. “you’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey” you moaned, tasting his choice of liquor on his lips.
His hands fumbled with your t-shirt dress before peeling it off of your wet skin and over your head. He admired your figure for a second before his hands were around your waist, slipping down to cover the swell of your ass, his lips working on your jaw, down to your collar bone.
You got to work on his belt and jeans button, but stopped when you heard him chuckle to himself. You furrowed your brows, pulling him off of you a little. “why are you laughing?” you snorted.
Dewey was giggling to himself, his cheeks blushed and his eyes sparkling. His arms were still around your waist as he pulled you flush against him.
“my girlfriend likes to flash me when she’s drink’s too much coconut rum… I call that maliboob” he sang, making up his own tune and playing on your choice of drink; Malibu and cola.
Where did you find this boy?
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Survey #429
“i’m just a bad luck charm to blame when things go wrong”
Are all-nighters something you have grown used to? God no. I have those SO rarely. I don't know how I used to do it.
Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? I don't have sunglasses, and my driving permit has long since expired.
Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers? COLD, no. A tad chilly, very rarely. I have to be burning the hell up.
What clothes are you most comfortable in? Men's pj pants and tank tops.
Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? No, not anything.
Have you ever unbuttoned someone else's pants? Yes.
Are you good at painting nails? Nooooo. My hands are way too shaky.
If it’s late at night and you’re hungry, what do you reach for? Usually a granola bar or piece of bread, lol.
What word should you really probably remove from your vocabulary? I don't know. I don't really use any words I find wrong/offensive.
Will you eat something if it falls on the ground? NOOOOOOOO SIR.
Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? God no. I'm not a vegetable fan.
Do you see the value in education? Of course I do.
Are you more physically flexible or situationally flexible? bitch neither lmao
Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? I don't have one now, but my mom knows of some things from the past.
Do you make an effort to eat healthy? Yeah. I could try harder, but I do try.
Have you ever lived with a girlfriend/boyfriend? Pretty much. I wasn't an official resident, but I was essentially always there and just counted as a guest, I guess.
Would you ever be a stripper? No way in hell.
Can you honestly say that you love yourself? No.
Do you think that you’ve ever actually been IN love with someone? I don't just "think" it, I know very goddamn well that I was.
Have you ever done a psychedelic drug? If not, would you ever consider it? No and no.
Did you ever see the movie Good Burger when it came out? Not when it came out, but I've seen it and love it.
How often do you clear your browser history? Never.
Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Yeah man, gourmet shit.
Do you consider yourself a burden to anyone? Why do you feel this way? I absolutely do. I'm just a leech at home. A financial burden to my parents since I'm unemployed. I have a lot wrong with me that my mom has to deal with.
Who was the last person to carry you? Why were they carrying you? Probably Jason, realistically. I'm probably too heavy for anyone in my life to carry me now, and there hasn't ever really been a reason to besides him just being cute many years ago.
Are you a clingy kind of person? If so, how has this affected your past relationships? I know I am. I'm lucky that I don't think it really affected any. I'm not OBSESSIVELY clingy at least, just moderately so.
Have you ever witnessed someone drowning? Did you help in any way? Jesus, no.
Have you ever felt like you just weren’t enough for someone? Who in your life has made you feel that way? I absolutely have. No one like... intentionally made me feel like that, I just felt it due to my own self-doubt. The times I've felt that that I remember have been in my only two serious relationships, but not endlessly. I'd just do something stupid and feel like it for a while.
Have you ever been at a party where the cops came due to complaints?No.
What were you doing the last time you spent a night away from home (or wherever you regularly reside)? I was having a sleep study to determine whether or not I had sleep apnea.
Where do you like to sit when you’re on the computer? In my bed.
Do you feel as though you’re good at understanding/communicating with animals? Absolutely.
Are photographs important to you? Do you like to take a lot of pictures? Not incredibly important, because nothing is quite like actually experiencing that moment, but I definitely like to have some of major events. I honestly don't take a lot of pictures documenting my own life, but rather like nature and stuff. And when people pay me to take family/couple/child photos for them.
Would you rather hike through the desert, the prairies, the forest, or the tundra? The forest, for sure. So long as I had my camera.
If you could reconnect with someone from your past, who would it be and why? Guess. -_-
What was the last game you played? Was anyone else playing with you? Do you prefer to play games alone or with others? World of Warcraft. And well, it's an MMO, so you're playing with what, thousands of other people? I mostly do solo content though, but I do usually chat with guildies when I'm on because I'm close and comfortable with them.
What is the longest distance you’ve walked in a day? Idk, but definitely far.
Do you prefer homemade food or restaurant food? Restaurant, sadly.
What was the last new food you tried? Ummm... I want to say sweet potatoes, back at Thanksgiving. I didn't hate them, but they were okay.
What is your most recent regret? I dunno, probably something really minor like eating/drinking something unhealthy.
What was the last unexpected thing to happen to you? How did you react? I guess that would be the sleep apnea diagnosis. At least, that was the last big one. I can't think of anything in-between. I was very shocked, even doubtful that the results were reliable. But given how my APAP mask has almost completely solved my nightmare issue, I think it's safe to say it's correct.
Name your three closest friends. Sara, Girt, and uhhh... Sam.
Do you get excited or annoyed when the phone rings? Annoyed, honestly, lol.
Do you prefer writing poems or stories? I prefer writing RP, which is pretty much just gradually writing stories.
What pisses you off more than anything? Probably rapists, specifically when children are the victims. It's just... so, so repulsive and unforgivable to me. Like I don't understand how a human being could possibly be so diabolical as to scar someone like that.
What’s the appropriate age to have sex? I think you should be adults, honestly, given the risk of pregnancy. Not that I followed that, so I can't really talk, and I know most people don't either. When you're really in love with someone and have a sexual side, it's kinda... hard to avoid 'til you're 21.
Is there anybody you’re really jealous of? It's so stupid, I'll probably always be so jealous of the girl Jason dated after me. Even though I know they're not even together anymore (well, last I heard a few years ago).
Is pornography evil or are you neutral about it? Meh. I'm not into it, but I don't think it's necessarily evil. I personally don't get sex without emotional commitment, but you do you, so long as you are both consenting adults being safe about it.
Do you prefer to be monogamous, or are you more a casual dater or swinger? I'm strictly monogamous. I'd be way too jealous to share a partner with someone, and then there's the heightened risk of STDs, too.
Have you ever had a crush on more than one person at once? Do you now? Yes, but I don't now.
Who is your favorite relative? Excluding my immediate family, Uncle Rob. He is so damn funny.
Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I know I would, realistically.
Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? No.
What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today? It SUCKED while actually doing it, but I'm very satisfied having done around 20 minutes of cardio today at the gym. Cardio is something I 110% need in my life.
Have you had any beer this week? I've never had beer. I hate the smell of it, and it's associated with memories of my dad as an alcoholic anyway.
Could you cry right now? Nah, I'm in a good mood.
If you could see one person right now, who would it be? I'd honestly love to hang with Sara again.
Do you wear contacts? No, but I wish I did versus glasses, contacts are just WAY too tedious.
What color shirt are you wearing? It's a dark teal.
Song playing right now? Ha, I am STILL obsessed with Powerwolf's (but with Alissa White-Gluz's vocals) "Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend."
Do you wear the seat belt in the car? Absolutely always. Please, please, wear your seat belt.
Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? Yes. There was a kid at dance who, from behind, thought I was his mother and he just ran up and hugged me from behind and I nearly had a heart attack.
Do you like the color orange? Yeah; it reminds me of Halloween.
Sometimes, do you wish you were someone else? Not really entirely someone else, but a much better version of myself.
What is the weather like today? It's hot as shit and pretty hazy.
Do you want any piercings? UGH like you have no idea.
Have you given anything up for Lent? No. You do what you want, but I honestly think it's a dumb concept.
Would you rather go to a rock concert or a rap concert? Rock, for certain.
Have you ever dated someone that was a different race than you? Yeah; Juan was Hispanic.
How old is your best friend? She's 23.
What does your favorite necklace look like? It's a spiked choker with some dangling chains. It's fuckin' hot.
Are you keeping a secret from anyone? I don't like the wording here. I don't have anything I'm hiding from someone in particular, and nothing they need to know at all. I just have a few inconsequential secrets I just don't share with anyone.
Would you take a million dollars if it meant you had to die a month later? Uh, no thank you.
Do you keep any type of diary or journal? You could say surveys are like snippets of a diary of sorts for me. I share a lot and use them to vent and just jabber on about my thoughts and feelings without exactly burdening anyone with them.
What was the last thing that made you really happy? I'VE LOST A POUND SO FAR AT THE GYM!!!! :') It's been just one week, I know, big whoop, but it means A LOT to me. Prior to this, the numbers had just been gradually creeping up and up... but not anymore! :D
Can you remember what you dreamed about last night? Very vaguely? Or maybe that was the night before's dream...
Have you ever gotten kicked out of a class for being disruptive? Definitely not. I was a well-behaved, quiet student.
Have you ever injected a drug? Noooo.
Do you think the whole day is better if you smoke pot? I've never smoked.
Last time you killed a bug? A while back when an ant walked over my laptop.
Are you wearing perfume? What kind? No.
The last male you spoke to… is he attractive? That would be my personal trainer, and yeah, he's very handsome.
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Quinquennial Life Assessment
So, it’s been a few years. When I was 19 I posted a sort of “roadmap” for the evolution of my life on this blog. Today I thought I’d revisit that. I want to take a look back and see what progress I’ve made, and then in a separate post I want to turn to the future, think about how my vision for it has changed, and consider how I can reincorporate these goals into that vision.
This is the list of things I wanted to get done in varying time frames. I’ve crossed off the things I’ve done to get a sense of my progress:
1 year:
At 19, my hopes were to accomplish the following things by age 20:
- Joined, and consistently participated in, at least 2 campus organizations that suit my interests, at least 1 of which should be competitive in nature - well, I joined the ISO and KVRX, my college radio station! Neither of those were competitive, but in retrospect I don’t really care about that :-)
- Made concrete plans to study abroad - Nope, unfortunately I never did this. I’m not quite sure I regret that, all things considered - I traded that experience for other things. I did make plans to spend a few months abroad of my own accord, and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for that meddling global pandemic. But as it stands I haven’t done this.
- Learned C++ and python to proficiency - Hm. “Proficient” is a relative term. But I think I have a tendency to downplay my skills, so in the interest of counteracting that I’m going to count myself as “proficient” in these languages. I think that’s fair.
- Gone on at least a several day road trip with at least 1 friend - I’ve gone on several trips with @meeshbug, my very lovely girlfriend and best friend in the world :-)
- Decided on a concentration beyond the extremely vague umbrella of “computer science” - Unfortunately as far as my education is concerned I never really did this. If anything my interests have *broadened* rather than becoming more focused. More on this later...
- Made meaningful, ongoing contributions to an open-source project - You know what? I’ve published the source of everything I’ve ever made, and I’ve gotten to the point where I can make stuff that’s not trivial. So I’m giving myself credit for this one.
- Learned to cook enough meals to eat in most days and not get sick of my own food - I wish. I’ve learned to cook a fair amount of stuff but I still get way too depressed and lethargic to apply that consistently. Whether I consider myself to have achieved this honestly depends on the month.
- Learned to keep my living area clean - I’m much better at this than I was at 19, but at 19 I could barely clear a path to walk across my room. So there’s more work to do. More on these last two later.
- Gotten a pet - Meesh and I have a dog named Courage (after the dog of cowardly fame) and a cat named Jax!
2 years:
- Independently written a piece of software to completion and deployed it publicly - I’ve always pretty bad at actually seeing projects through to completion, but I do have a few full, independent projects under my belt at this point. I’ve built a simple game engine, a pathtracer, plugins for games I like, and some other stuff.
- purchased and begun regularly using some basic amateur radio equipment - Ah man. I got my license but I still haven’t gotten any equipment. I guess I have to get on that...
- purchased and begun experimenting with some basic music recording equipment - This one I’ve done, but I haven’t done as much experimenting as I’d like.
- hosted a party - I did this for my 21st birthday and it’s one of my favorite memories! Honestly this was probably the last time I had all my really close friends in one place. I’m actually getting kind of emotional about that.
- done some kind of hallucinogen - I have now done this. I definitely did get something out of it, albeit not what I expected. This is something I actually only did pretty recently and it’s still having a pretty profound effect. Maybe I’ll write a separate post about this.
- Gone camping with friends - Despite my best efforts, this hasn’t happened yet. Pretty fucked up.
3 years:
- learned to play another instrument besides the piano (guitar?) - I don’t feel comfortable crossing this one off quite yet, but I went ahead and bought myself some guitar equipment and have been messing around with it lately :-) I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and pay for lessons if I’m serious about this, which I am.
- Written and recorded a song - Damn, I can’t believe it’s been 5 years and I haven’t even done this.
- Met a group of people I can play music with - nope
- Owned a leather jacket. I can’t believe I’ve still never even owned a leather jacket - I’ve done this and wore it frankly too much. Kinda cringe.
- Worked as a professional software developer - Yep! Worked as a software developer for a retail company for a couple years. I’m actually not working as a software developer right now, though; I’m working in a sort of adjacent position. More on this later.
- Participated in research related to my field - That’s pretty ambitious. Not sure I’ll ever do this, unfortunately. But we’ll see.
- Been to a film festival - Oh shit, I totally forgot about having written this. That’s a cool idea. I should do this, it’s not like it’s hard (well, at least in principle. I guess covid kind of changes the situation).
- Gotten a dog - Courage is one of those, I think, although he might also be part rat.
- collected 50 records - Lol, my dumb ass really thought I was going to buy $1,000 worth of records on college money. No, I haven’t done this, but I’m on my way there.
- Purchased a desktop computer - Well, my dad gave me his old desktop. That’s not really a purchase but I think it counts.
5 years:
- Begun accepting freelance development gigs - haven’t gotten here yet and I’m not totally sure this is a direction I want to go in my career. Freelancing has its own stressors as I’ve come to learn from others. No career path is sunshine and roses and I’m trying to internalize this fact.
- Participated in a student film - Nope. I don’t even know why I wrote this down to be honest.
- Gotten laid by solving a 5x5 Rubik’s Cube in front of a girl because surely that’s gonna have to work on someone eventually, otherwise I wasted a lot of time - These are getting weird. Surely I didn’t really expect this to happen, right? Well, either way I now have a long-term girlfriend, so I don’t - wait, Meesh has seen me solve a Rubik’s cube and she saw it before we started dating. So actually I’m going to give myself credit for it. I’m the one who makes the rules here.
- Fleshed out my political opinions - Yes, I now know everything about politics and can answer 100% of questions on political issues. Just kidding. But I know where I stand.
- Participated in a protest or some other kind of political event - Done! Went to a few protests as part of the ISO, participated in lots of their events, and attended some protests with friends as well.
- Studied abroad - Nope :-/
- Learned a language other than Spanish - I took a semester of French! But I don’t quite want to give myself credit for this one because I really would like to learn a different language to something resembling fluency.
- Run a marathon - Lmao. I am in much worse shape now than I was when I wrote this post, and even at that time I could probably do like 7 miles if I really pushed myself. How sad.
- Gone hiking outside of texas - This is weird because I’d literally already done this when I wrote this post. But I’ve done it more since then, so hey!
- Been out of the country with a friend - This I had also already done. I guess the point is to have done it without “adult supervision” or whatever. I haven’t done this since writing this list so I guess I have to leave it uncrossed.
10 years:
- Lived with a girl for an extended period of time - Meesh 🥰
- Spent at least 6 months living on the road in an RV, preferably with a dog and a girl - God, I am so close to being able to do this. I don’t want it to be an RV anymore - those things are expensive. But a van? Still pricey, but doable, especially if I’m willing to sacrifice some comfort. This has actually been front-of-mind for a while. I’ll let you know when I get the balls to pull the trigger.
- Started making Real Money - Well, yep, I have gotten to that point. I do have other thoughts on this, though. Money is weird, man.
- Lived in a long-term living space outside of Texas (i.e. not including RV time) - How long is long-term? Three months? If so, I’ve done this by living in Boston with Meesh for a few months after she went there for law school. However, I anticipate staying there much longer in the near future, so I’ll wait on this crossing this one off.
- Written a book about something, idk - Not yet. I’m halfway to the deadline on this one and I have some ideas, but ideas aren’t worth all that much, especially to me, who rarely sees them through. We’ll see where this goes. It’s not exactly a priority and historically I struggle to get even my priorities done. It might make more sense to replace this with recording a concept or narrative album, for which I also have ideas that I happen to take more seriously.
- Learned to solve a 6x6 Rubik’s Cube - nope
- Gotten laid by solving a 6x6 Rubik’s Cube - nope
- Lived in an apartment where I pay all the rent - Yes! :-))) We love independence
- Earned an advanced degree (this one’s iffy) - This hasn’t happened, and whether it will ever happen is something I’ve been thinking a lot about. I sort of decided half-way through college that I would be totally burned out on school by the time I graduated. But in retrospect it takes way less time to burn out on work than it does to burn out on school, and grad degrees are a different kind of thing. So it’s worth revisiting.’
- Given a best man speech (Sam, this means you have to get married within the next 10 years. Good luck out there.) - Holy shit, Sam, you maniac, you actually did it! Sam got married back in 2019 and I gave his best man speech! It’s another one of my favorite memories :-)
- Gone on a cruise with someone I’m dating - Hmm, not yet. I’ve gone on cool trips, but none on a boat. Maybe that’s something to aim for after the pandemic passes :-)
Retrospective:
1yr: Completed: 5/9
More than half isn’t bad! I’m not gonna worry too much about whether I got these things done within their assigned “time-frame”. I’m a procrastinator in my heart and I don’t see any reason to put that kind of pressure on myself. The point is, they got done. That’s enough for me.
The things I did best in in this category were academic things, and things to do with relationships. I’m proud of the academic achievements, I really feel like doing them has increased my belief in myself and my sense that I’m good at the thing I’ve spent the last four years studying. And of course, I am so happy to be in a loving, fulfilling relationship that brings so many good things into my life. I almost feel like the things I accomplished sort of fell into my lap - of course I’m gonna do programming stuff as a programming student, and getting pets / going on road trips are things I did as a result of my relationship with Meesh. I don’t say that to downplay the accomplishments, but I do think it’s worth noting.
The things I haven’t done are more to do with personal development, which is disappointing. I would like to be able to say, 5 years down the road, that I’ve done the personal development I expected to do in just a single year, but maybe that’s a lot to expect. These are problems I’ve dealt with my whole life. I think what this means is that I can’t expect everything to fall into my lap. Those things are going to take real concerted effort to change. I’m not quite sure how to go about that, though.
2yrs: Completed: 4/6
Two-thirds! Even better!
Lots of these are one-time accomplishments, not so much long-term commitments to personal development. The good news is, I did them, and I think those resulted in some development in their own right :-)
Again, though, the things I didn’t do so well are the things that require long-term, concerted effort. For instance, while I crossed off the one about experimenting with music, it’s really only the initial investment that I’ve really done at this point. It remains to be seen whether I’ll be able to follow through on the commitment to actually experiment and learn.
3yrs: Completed: 4/10
This category also follows the same pattern I’ve noticed with the last two. The other thing I’m noticing is that so, so much of my effort over the past few years has been going towards developing a very particular skill: programming / computer science. Music and art are so important to me, but I’ve done very little real development in those areas. I mean, I’ve done some. But not as much as I would have hoped for half a decade.
5yrs: Completed: 4/10
This is getting a little more fun because less of my goals have to do explicitly with my degree. I’m starting to think beyond college, which is good, because the stage of life I’m in right now requires me to start thinking about the kind of life I want to build now that I’m done with school. Also, I’m at the deadline for this one right now! So this is a particularly interesting category because it really shows where I thought I’d be by this time.
The goals I accomplished in this timeframe are, again, mostly things I’ve done through my relationship, but politics also feature pretty prominently on this part of the list. I spent a lot of time reading and researching political issues during college and really did look for ways to participate. I honestly made politics a pretty big part of my identity over the last 5 years, and I think it will stay that way forever, but I’ve gotten to the point where I think I need to devote less of my mental energy to knowing more. I know what I need to know. It’s time to think about other things.
10yrs: Completed: 4/11 (and counting!)
There’s some career stuff in this section that I’ve been able to do, which is good news. I’ve always been scared about entering the working world. All things told, it’s gone more smoothly than it could have. But I also have lots of lingering doubts about what I want to do in the long term. So one of the most pressing goals I should aim for is to resolve those doubts.
Ultimately, I have a lot of time left, and I’m not even done with this time frame, so I’m not gonna spend much time dissecting the things I haven’t done. What I’ll do instead is say that while I didn’t do everything on this list, I feel proud of the things I have accomplished. I said when I first wrote this list that it’s sometimes hard for me to feel that my life is moving in any particular direction, and I’m still feeling like that five years later, to be honest. But looking back on these things has helped me see that I actually am making progress in my life. Not in all the ways I want to, but that’s OK. There’s still time.
In the next couple days I want to come back to this and reorganize this list into an updated set of goals, for the same time frames. Maybe that will help me think through exactly what it is I want out of the next five-ten years, with the benefit of having analyzed the things that I did and didn’t do well over the previous five.
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Not Without You
Summary: a combination of two requests I got for a fic based on 15x03. Castiel goes to the reader for one last goodbye, and when the reader finds out what dean has done, she’s not happy.
Word Count: 1.8k
Pairing: Cas x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, lotsa language, this fic is not nice to dean. if youre super pro dean right now, this probably won’t be your cup of tea.
A/N: this was my first time writing smut in a YEAR lmao sorry if it sucks bc I’m rusty
A soft knock at your door grabbed your attention. Wiping your tears with the sleeves of your old sweatshirt, you looked up and sighed in relief at the sight of your angel in the doorway.
“Cas,” you greeted, patting the spot next to you on your bed, beckoning him. More than ever you really needed the comfort he always brought you. Today you lost more than you ever expected, former enemies who had become close friends, people you never thought you would ever really have to lose. Ketch, Rowena, and even though Jack had already been gone, knowing his body was burnt beyond recognition was like a loss all over again.
After closing your bedroom door behind him, Castiel walked over and sat next to you, resting his forehead against yours. Unbeknownst to you, Castiel had come to say goodbye. Though...he didn’t know if he’d actually manage to tell you that he was leaving. Didn’t know if he had the heart to tell you. After everything that happened today, he knew in his heart that it was time to leave the Winchesters. After all, according to Dean, all he ever did was mess up. And he wasn’t about to drag you down with him. So, after he said his goodbyes to you, he planned on making his way out of the bunker for good. “How are you feeling?”
You sighed, nuzzling his nose. “Not great. You?”
He hummed in agreement. “Not great.”
“Today was so hard,” you said, pulling away to hold his hand. “But it could’ve been so much worse. I thought you were going to be sealed into hell right there along with Belphegor.”
Cas gave you a sad smile. “But I didn’t.”
You frowned. “Yeah, but still. You never should’ve had to go down there. I can’t believe Dean just volunteered you like that.”
“It’s alright,” Cas responded, placing his free hand over yours. “It’s over now. I’m still here.”
Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your hand leaving his to stroke his cheek. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Castiel’s chest squeezed painfully at your words. What would you say if you knew he was leaving? If you needed him, then maybe leaving was the wrong choice. Maybe if he tried one more time to apologize to Dean, he wouldn’t have to leave. Perhaps his friend would finally forgive him. He pulled back to look in your eyes, grateful for the spark of hope that you always provided him, even when he was drowning in doubt. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You leaned in once more and kissed him deeply, heat suddenly growing between your legs at the desperate groan that rumbled in his throat.
His hands slid up your back and pulled you onto his lap as he kissed you harder, his arms then quickly going to work at shedding his coats. You wasted no time in helping him, your shaky, excited fingers unbuttoning his shirt before quickly discarding it to the ground.
Pulling your lips from his, you raised your arms and shot him a smirk, batting your lashes expectantly. He chuckled and pulled your sweatshirt over your head, humming happily at the fact that you had foregone a bra.
“You’re lovely,” he mumbled, burying his face in your breasts, pressing tender kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. “Always so lovely.”
“Cas,” you whined, stomach somersaulting as you carded your fingers through his hair.
Hands reaching down to grip your thighs, he stood up, turning around to lay you onto the bed before climbing over you and kissing you once more. The ache between your legs was damn near killing you now--it had been so long since the two of you had had any alone time, and you needed him now. Reaching down, your hands stumbled to free him of his belt buckle. You grumbled frustratedly into the kiss, unable to unbuckle it properly, until his lips curled into a smile and he pulled away. “Desperate,” he teased, sitting up to rid himself of his trousers and boxer briefs.
You smirked at his erection, his tip leaking freely. “And you’re not?”
Hovering over you once more, he gripped your shorts and practically ripped them down your legs, taking your panties with them. “I’m very,” he growled, hiking your legs over his shoulders before placing himself at your entrance.
You bit your lip in anticipation, chest heaving with arousal. “Please,” you begged.
Cas pushed forward and took his time filling you up, letting you both enjoy every sweet, blissful second as he stretched you completely.
You cried out as he bottomed out, nails digging into his shoulders. “You feel so fucking good, Cas.”
Castiel pulled back and snapped his hips forward, eyes shut tight as he did everything he could to try and memorize this moment; the way you felt around him, the noises you made, how very responsive you were to his every move, every touch. He never knew when it was going to be the last time he was able to experience and share this with you, so every single time he did everything he could to savor the moment.
The two of you enjoyed one another for over an hour, pleasing each other in every way you knew how until you were utterly exhausted, spent in the very best sense of the word.
Castiel kissed you one last time before gently sliding out of your bed. “Sleep,” he whispered.
“Where...you goin’?” you muttered, already half asleep. You no longer even had the energy to keep your eyes open.
Cas sighed. “I’m going to go talk with Dean.”
“Mmmm,” you mumbled, drifting off.
The angel shot you once last look before closing your bedroom door behind him.
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Castiel stood in the doorway, watching Dean pour himself a drink. His vessel’s heart was pounding--this was his last chance to try and apologize to Dean. He just wanted his friend to understand that he was trying. That he did what he could with the choices he was given. “How’s Sam?”
Dean didn’t look at him. “Not great.”
“I’m sorry about Rowena.”
“You’re sorry?” Dean rested his back against the table, staring at Cas. “Why didn’t you just stick to the damn plan?”
Here we go, Castiel thought. “Belphegor was lying--”
“Belphegor was a demon,” Dean interrupted, voice raising.
“He was using us,” Cas said. If Dean could just listen and understand. “He wanted to eat every last soul to take over hell, earth, and everything.”
“Yeah, well we would’ve figured it out! After! With Rowena!”
Cas’ jaw clenched. Deep down Castiel knew that if he hadn’t killed Belphegor, Dean would’ve blamed him then, too. “The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong, you know this. Something always goes wrong.”
“Yeah, why is that something always seem to be you?”
Castiel stood there stunned. He felt like his heart had just dropped down to his stomach, because he knew now that there was no staying at the bunker. There could be no more helping the Winchesters, no--not when his helping only seemed to be him getting in the way and ruining things, no matter how hard he always tried to do the right thing. How could he stay and continue to drag all of you down? You especially. No--he could not do that to you any longer. He refused to be a burden to you. “You used to trust me...give me the benefit of the doubt, now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing and I tried to talk to you...over and over and you just don’t wanna hear it, you don’t care, I’m...dead to you. You still blame me for Mary.”
Dean nodded his head bitterly, looking away from Cas.
“Well, I don’t think there’s anything left to say.” Castiel took one last look from Dean before turning around.
“Where you goin’?”
Castiel sighed. “Jack’s dead. Chuck is gone. You and Sam have each other. And Y/N...I refuse to be a burden to her any longer. Not when she deserves better. I think it’s time for me to move on.”
And with that, Castiel walked out of the bunker.
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The next morning, you waltzed into the kitchen, suppressing a yawn as you fixed yourself some coffee. You looked around for Sam and Cas, surprised to only see a solemn Dean sitting alone at the table, his eyes glued to something on his laptop.
“Where’s Sam and Cas?” you asked, grabbing a mug.
Dean’s eyes stayed fixed on his laptop. “Sam’s in his room.”
You crossed your arms, waiting for him to finish. “...And Cas?”
Dean stayed silent, his eyes closing, brows knit tight.
You set your mug down and took a step closer to him, your heart starting to pound with worry. “Dean. Where. Is. Cas.”
“He’s gone.”
Your brows shot up. “I’m sorry, gone? What the hell do you mean--”
“He left, Y/N!” Dean shouted, his eyes wild and angry as they stared you down.
Your jaw clenched. There’s only one reason he would’ve left without saying anything, and that was Dean. “What the fuck did you do?”
He rolled his eyes, slamming his laptop shut. “I told him the truth, Y/N.”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s the truth?”
“Every goddamned time we have a chance at doin’ something right, fixing something, Cas comes in and he screws it up!”
Your blood began to boil. “Are you fucking kidding me? Cas helped save our asses yesterday. If he hadn’t killed Belphegor, we’d have a way bigger problem on our hands.”
“And we’d still have Rowena.”
“Not necessarily, Dean. And you and I both know that if Castiel hadn’t killed Belphegor, you’d have blamed him for that too.”
Dean stayed silent once more, nostrils flared in anger, eyes stuck on a spot on the wall.
But you continued. You were too angry to stop. “You know what? I’m glad Cas left. All you ever did was use him as your personal punching bag. You love to blame him for every little thing that goes wrong in your life, but guess what? None of what has happened with Jack or Chuck or your mom was solely his fault. And Castiel doesn’t owe you a damn thing.
“And I know you like to act like you’re the only one who’s going through a hard time, but guess what? We all are! We all lost Mary, Ketch, Rowena, Jack. And even though you refuse to acknowledge it, Castiel is suffering. He is suffering from Jack’s death. And every time he tried to talk to you about it, you were too selfish to listen. So guess what, Dean? You lost Cas, and now you’re losing me too.”
By the time you finished your rant, your fingers were clenching your mug so hard you were shocked you hadn’t broken it. You took a deep breath before calmly setting the mug down and making your way out of the kitchen.
“Where the hell are you going?” Dean called after you.
You stopped, not bothering to turn around. “I’m going to find Cas.”
And with that, you were gone. Because even though Cas felt like he had to go through the world alone, he didn’t--not without you.
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1-100 SPEED RUN
Ama. How could you do this to me
1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?
Lactose intolerant, only eat cereal dry
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?
yes, but not for too long
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?
i just try to remember lmao
4: how do you take your coffee/tea?
don’t like coffee, drink tea plain or with some sugar
5: are you self-conscious of your smile?
not as much as I used to be!
6: do you keep plants?
I have one (1) cactus that I haven’t killed in the 9 years I’ve had it
7: do you name your plants?
sometimes!
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?
music or writing
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?
ALWAYS
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
I generally fall asleep on my stomach and wake up on my back
11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?
I HAVE YOU NOW
12: what's your favorite planet?
Neptune, probably!
13: what's something that made you smile today?
my SON asking me ALL THE QUESTIONS
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?
oh god, probably a bit of a mess
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!
the ISS was launched on the day of my birth, so it’s been in space *literally* my entire life
16: what's your favorite pasta dish?
just plain ol’ chicken alfredo
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?
keeping it silver baybeee
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.
oh man, there are so many, but i’ll go with the time that Roman got coke to fizz through my nose by making me laugh too hard
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?
no journal, only very similar looking notebooks to doodle and write in
20: what's your favorite eye color?
hazel!
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.
my Bag of Holding! snapped the clasp on it a few years back though
22: are you a morning person?
not at all!
23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?
SLEEP
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?
Ashe, of course
25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?
I had to break into my own safe at my old job, does that count?
26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?
I’d say my boots, but I just got a new set, so the older ones
27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?
Spearmint or wintergreen
28: sunrise or sunset?
Sunrise
29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?
I just love seeing my friends blush
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?
yes, I won’t go into detail
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.
SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS I used to collect weird socks, now I just have a bunch of fun dress socks lmao
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.
driving everyone home at 4 am and seeing other people on the road and going “you should be in bed!” at them
33: what's your fave pastry?
lemon meringue pie
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?
Teddy a winnie the pooh bear that I still have!
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?
I adore new pens
36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?
uhhhh I’ve been listening to a lot of Rise Against and ABBA lmao
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?
messy
38: tell us about your pet peeves!
nearly anything my brother does
39: what color do you wear the most?
black or blue
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?
my claddagh ring from my grandmother, i don’t have much else from her
41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?
not the last book but there was one about a girl having a single dragon finger that I remember reading so many times that I unfortunately don’t know the name of, or the Tamora Pierce Lioness series
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!
Don’t like coffee!
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?
James <3
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?
I do not :’)
45: do you trust your instincts a lot?
not as much as I probably should
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.
I’ve been changing my username to a different halloween themed pun for all of October, I’m all burnt out
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?
Balut, it icks me out
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?
heights, and yes :’)
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?
I got a record player fairly recently, I have some P!atD ones, Foo Fighters, and Imagine Dragons
50: what's an odd thing you collect?
rocks
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?
Bitch by Meredith Brooks for my eldest sister
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?
the ones we’ve made in our server
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?
all of the above except Pulp Fiction, I’m not really a movie person but I *am* a musical person
54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?
my dad
55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?
Cotton Eyed Joe in six inch heels
56: what are some things you find endearing in people?
honesty and passion in an interest
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?
I just vibe and belt, y’know
58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?
can they both be me
59: what's your favorite myth?
the soup with a rock in it!
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
Where the Sidewalk Ends was always a good one
61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?
a coffee cup drinking horn for my dad, and some painted rocks from my brother
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?
it would be apple juice if I did
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?
not at all
64: what color is the sky where you are right now?
greyish, the sun is just about to rise
65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?
My eldest sister
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?
ROSES
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?
give them to me, I love them
68: what's winter like where you live?
COLD
69: what are your favorite board games?
Monopoly and LIFE
70: have you ever used a ouija board?
no thanks
71: what's your favorite kind of tea?
raspberry or orange for fruit and mint
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?
no, but I do write things down anyways
73: what are some of your worst habits?
I lose things all the time
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.
STARDUST SOULMATE
75: tell us about your pets!
I have a Min Pin named Lily
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?
Sleeping
77: pink or yellow lemonade?
pink
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?
*insert ick emoji*
79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?
decorated my band locker to celebrate my birthday
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
beige, but I hung up a bunch of posters!
81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
when the sun hits very rich dirt where a tree used to be
82: are/were you good in school?
best in class in math with a 101.8 but I also rarely did homework so uh
83: what's some of your favorite album art?
Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
Dragon on the shoulder blade, roses on the left arm, Exalt on the right
85: do you read comics? what are your faves?
webcomics! Barbarous, currently
86: do you like concept albums? which ones?
:? not sure what that means
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
TREASURE PLANET
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?
nope!
89: are you close to your parents?
my dad!
90: talk about your one of your favorite cities.
don’t really have a favorite, in all honesty
91: where do you plan on traveling this year?
I was supposed to go see Ashe for their birthday but maybe next year!
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?
CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?
uhhh it’s usually short enough to do nothing lmao
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?
I have a friend’s bday tomorrow!
95: what are your plans for this weekend?
WORK
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?
bit of both
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?
INTP, Scorpio, Ravenclaw
98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?
last year? maybe the one before? I did! but my heart didn’t
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
How Far We’ve Come, Matchbox Twenty
The Call, Backstreet Boys
I2I, from the Goofy Movie Soundtrack (lmao)
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?
the future! I’ve had my time in the past, no changing it now
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Imagine teasing Liv throughout the day, so she has to teach you a lesson NSFW
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Oohh reader teases Olivia throughout the day and she can’t even open her phone in front of people lest they see their boss’s wife indecent. Finally Olivia gets home extremely “frustrated” and pounds reader into the mattress.
You weren’t generally so forward and obnoxious about your libido, but for the last couple of days, Liv had come home after you’d fallen asleep, and left before you’d woken up. You were simply craving her, and couldn’t help it, so as a way to persuade her into coming home on time today, you decided messing with her would be a good idea.
It was your day off, so you had all the time in the world to send her dirty texts, take lewd photos, or your favorite, send her pictures of the bed with two stuffed animals on it with the caption, “this could be us but you playin’”. That one actually did get a response, a simple “lmao”, but it was something nonetheless. You took this as a good sign, and continued on your rampage.
The messages were getting increasingly dirty, and Olivia was, quite frankly, terrified to open her phone in front of her coworkers. A multitude of times she had to lock herself in her office and shut the door to get the throbbing sensation between her thighs to calm itself. An hour before coming home, she texted you,
“Why do you insist on torturing me?”
You had smirked, and responded with, “It’s your punishment for leaving me in this mess for the last four days.”
Well, Olivia didn’t do well with sexual frustration either. The difference between the two of you was how you wound up dealing with it.
She was very excited to gather her things and get home. The entire squad was still there when she was leaving.
Fin looked down at his watch, then back up at her. “You’re going home early tonight.”
“I’ve got some plans.” Olivia smirked. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I might be late...”
The squad was puzzled, certainly, but didn’t say a word.
When Olivia made it home, you’d passed out on the bed, simply wearing black boyshort panties, and a tight grey tshirt that accentuated your body perfectly. A mixture of desire and awe filled Olivia. She both wanted to pin you against the bed, and fuck you silly, but she couldn’t comprehend how beautiful you looked even when asleep. She dropped her things on the floor, and undid her belt. Then, she slipped her pants off, and threw her blazer to the side, leaving her in a beige sweater and panties. She crawled on the bed, careful not to wake you up, and began pressing gentle kisses to your neck.
You inhaled sharply, stretching your arms up above your head, causing your back to arch. Olivia’s hand met your hip, and she pressed a kiss to your pouting lips. You smiled, wrapping those arms around her neck, and a leg around her waist. She grinned against your lips.
“You drove me wild today, ma’am.”
“Did I?” You feigned innocence. “Why, Livvy, whatever did I do?”
She lead your hand to between her thighs, the dark spot over her underwear. Your eyebrows raised at the sensation of soaked fabric. “God damn, Liv.”
“All fucking day.” She whispered against your ear. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be horny around your coworkers?”
You giggled. “Nope. Kinda glad about that, too.”
She grabbed your ass roughly, squeezing hard. “If you thought you were punishing me...love, you have another thing coming.”
You grinned wildly. “Oh my God, it worked.”
“What?”
“I made you furiously horny.” You cackled.
She rolled her eyes, and pinned your lips together with her own before straddling your waist. Her hands ran up your sides, under that shirt of yours, before she pulled it over your head. She grinned down at your body, kissing between your breasts tenderly. You gasped, running a hand through her hair as her lips trailed down your tummy, your belly button, toward the waistband of your underwear. You hiked up your legs, and she began sliding them up your thighs, and down your calves.
Her eyebrows raised at just how wet you were. Fluids ran down your thighs as you let out a quiet moan. “How long have you been this way?”
“Days, Liv.” You groaned.
“You didn’t take care of it on your own?” She asked.
“Nothing feels as good as you.” You sputtered.
With a smirk, she said, “That’s what I like to hear.” then her lips made contact with your sopping slit. You let out a gasp as her tongue slid from the bottom to the top, flicking across your clit.
“Livvy.” You moaned, bucking your hips upward so she’d make closer contact with you.
And oh did she ever. She grabbed onto your thighs and pressed her mouth deeper against you, her lips circling your clit and sucking softly. You cried out, tears stinging your eyes.
The sensation of her mouth against you, and her nails digging into your soft skin sent you spiraling. You let out a deep groan. She smirked, entering a finger inside of you now.
“Olivia.” You sputtered.
“Mhmmm?” She mumbled against you as she pumped her fingers painfully slow.
“Faster.”
“As you wish.”
So she complied.
You were panting now, your body tinted with sweat. The same familiar heat in the middle of your stomach started up.
“I can feel you.” She growled against the crease of your hip and thigh, biting the skin there. “You’re close, yeah?”
You choked out a, “Yes.”
She hummed against your skin, pulling away from your body completely. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “L-Liv.”
“That,” she whispered, her hands wandering your thighs. “is your punishment for what you did to me today.”
“You wont even let me come?” You pouted.
“Maybe later.” She chuckled.
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—- ☼ (lauren lopez, thirty-one, cis female, she/her.) have you met SOFIA MEDINA? they’ve been living in SHEARWATER for A YEAR now, but are originally from LOS ANGELES. you can catch them working as a DANCE TEACHER & VOCAL COACH, which makes sense as they’re PASSIONATE and DRIVEN, as well as DISTANT and SARCASTIC. keep an eye out for them! (ooc: pace, 21+, gmt, she/her)
‘ello for the third and final time ! pacey back at it again with a Gal. this time w/ the loml, sofia. what’s rlly exciting for me is that i’ve never actually played sof in a group before ? she’s an old ass muse but has only ever been played in like private 1x1 mumu type things, so putting her in a group for the first time ? egg siting. she’s also usually younger, and i’ve never played her single before, so this should be a load of fun ! let’s shake things up, babie.
ABOUT:
as a california girl ( they’re unforgettable !! ) sof’s a long way from home. if she thought she was always cold back home ( and she did ) she since wants to eat her words. so not only is she Suffering w/ the weather ( even after three years of being in the uk ) but everyone else around her will be, too, as she will complain about it, and she’s such a ‘i’m gonna stick my cold hands on you for no reason’ person.
as you can see above, sofia’s been in bayhaven for a year, but she’s been in the uk for three years !
la will always be her home, and it’s definitely more her pace tbh ( and more Suitable for work ) but she’s happy to be in bayhaven for a lil bit. it’s kinda like she’s like getting Living Elsewhere out her system, with the full intention to go ‘home’ eventually. it wasn’t her idea to make the jump to move to the uk, but she was happy to, and then it was her idea to move to bayhaven ! and prolly stay until her visa runs out !
back home, she has a lovely lil’ nuclear family. mom, dad, lil brother, the whole shebang. nice, supportive famalam, nothing too Wild to say there !
she loves her job now, but she unfortunately fell into the horrible stereotype of ‘those who don’t do, teach’ as she was never quite able to make it as a dancer. someone who believes in fate ( i.e. not sof ) might say that everything happens for a reason and things were supposed to happen the way they did, but everything that could’ve lead to a ‘big break’ for her, fell through, including needing to pull out of a dancing gig for a u.s tour for a musician ( i’m not being intentionally vague, i just don’t know who lmao. i’ve always imagined someone Big, but don’t want to be cringey by like… setting a name in stone or w/e ? ) due to breaking her ankle, and turning down the chance to join a respected dance company because her uncle passed away ( and while she hardly knew him and the death didn’t hit her hard, she wanted to be around for her mother ) as it would’ve required her to move away. so, instead, sof went into teaching, using her talent to train the masses. and by masses we mean young dancers aged twelve to sixteen.
the vocal coaching aspect actually happened accidentally. one of the kids she teaches asked her to help her prepare for an audition and run through a song with her… and then it became ongoing… and then another couple of kids asked… and, well, why not ? her voice and training goes to waste otherwise ( and she has like,, a nice strong belty voice that’s perfect for musical theatre, she just never had the interest. think… someone like alison luff, maybe ? great pitch, nice tone, stellar control, hell of a belt on her, ya know – but still seems reasonable that it’d come out of someone as tiny as sof ) and singing in the car and in the shower definitely don’t count. it’s just a bit of extra income, and putting to use a skill that otherwise gets ignored, but it’s something she does properly now, and took with her when she moved both times ! has a website and lil business cards and everythin’ !
she’s an extremely active person. not only does she keep fit and healthy due to ( or because of ) work, but almost all of her hobbies involve some sort of physical activity, and she’s always off doing something. like if she’s not at the gym, she’s at work, if she’s not at work, she’s doing some sort of class, if she’s not there, she’s on a hike, if she’s not there, she’s gone ice skating or rock climbing or god knows what. when she does sit her ass down, she loves a good book and can be partial to the odd tv series — but the problem with sof is that she either wants to watch the darkest, most twisted shit on the planet, or the most light-hearted funny-funny life-is-good-no-frets-just-laughs sitcoms, and there is no in-between. those are her two genres.
she has stats !
and a pinterest board !
CONNECTIONS:
friends: it’s an oldie but a goldie ! but we all need pals ! sofia’s a social creature, loves a night out, could maybe do a with a gym buddy or a hiking pal, those mates that are great for a grumble-about-life session over a coffee, etc etc !
folks she knows through work: if any muses have appropriately aged kids ( little siblings ? cousins ? ) she could teach in her dance classes ? that’s a fun one !
exes: sofia’s the muse i probably have the most wiggle room with when it comes to most kinds of past-encounters, but especially with exes and such ! i’m… really open ? i don’t want to say i’m up for anything but basically that !
#bhintro#☽ *ﾟ ━ ◣ ooc. ◥#these connection bits were supposed to be Longed and Detailed and Interesting i'm so sorry!!! will update when i'm feeling better!
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