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oparaxi · 2 years

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「 Slut for Hire - Headcanons + Visuals 」

❥ Including ⁝ Keisuke, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Nahoya + Souya (Smiley 'n Angry), Draken + Emma (ALL TIMESKIP)

⊹°.*⋆ﾟ✁warnings: bullying, lingerie, groping, objectification, manipulative Mitsuya (if you squint), begging, dacryphilia, degrading, humiliation, possessiveness, minor cucking, creampie, bottom Kazutora, oral (male and female receiving), femdom on Tora, minor bondage, scissoring w/ Emma, hair pulling, slapping

⊹°.*⋆ﾟ✁summary: you need a little extra cash, and so you slut yourself out for it 'n become a whore for money with perks

Keisuke Baji

✁ Keisuke most likely only hired you for your tits. Seeing them all pretty n' perky on your website only made him want you all for himself. All he could do was scroll n' scroll through your page until he saw you wanted money for being a slut, and who was he to deny you of something he knew he could've provided for someone desperate for a cock in their mouth and a finger in their pussy.

✁ He wouldn't shut up about finally getting a girl to his poor co-workers at the pet shop, who did become curious 'cause his mouth would ramble on about how perfect you'd be in taking his size or how your tits that just seemed oh so perfect would be in his face practically 24/7. When you did finally meet with the ravenette the boy was just a mean lil bully to you, calling you out n' saying all mean things just 'cause you spread your legs for a little pretty penny.

✁ All the bullying never let up even on his way to his apartment that looked to good for him to handle, his hands landing on your ass 'cause your small miniskirt kept riding up, saying mean things like ”You wearin' this for me ain't ya? Want me in between those legs jus' cause you want my dick and my money?” Never gave you a break at all.

✁ All you could do was just nod along to his antics, letting him fondle with your chest all 'cause his excuse was ”I paid for ya, 'mma use you how I want.” Who were you to deny him when it just felt so good to have a male's touch on your starved body. 'S a shame you never felt proper pleasure before, even by someone just a lil nicer than what Kei would treat you. Throwin' you around in bed, folding you in harsh ways to get the most absolute access to your pretty pussy.

✁ Even with all the mean things he'd do like make you wear nothing but baby doll lingerie and lil cat ears, his pleasure was too good for you, making you babble ”'s too good! ” everytime his dick would bully its way inside your cunt, makin' it cry with your juices coating him in slick, sloppy mess on his bedsheets whenever he was done with you. Keisuke just could not wait, especially after long days of work and his pants would restrict his cock so painfully. :(. You were always quick to crawl to the door, the pure white lingerie he got for you huggin' your body, perking up your tits just the way he likes it. It was always your boobs being touched first like you weren't even there.

✁ ”Waitin' on me like a good kitten, I'll get ya treat for ya.” The treat was always his dick, how could you complain? You were a good little kitty for him with your cute white ears and ass plug with a fluffy white tail attached to it. Always filthy shit with Kei, something new in the span of a few hours and your poor pussy has to get used it. But you always got paid like he promised, always having a good amount of cash on you somehow, even with his job. Taking care of you so well.

Visualizers ❥ Kei + tail ass plug

Mitsuya Takashi

✁ Found you on a website to pass the time at his desk while making some clothes, tryin' to find the perfect inspiration for a more scandalous line of clothing until you popped up, curves, thighs n' all taking up his whole screen. Seeing all the content of you posted in mini dresses and shirts obviously too tight for you to handle, Mitsuya had to hire you, n' not just because it said you were looking for money in exchange for sex, he also needed a model n' your body was too perfect to let some other person who wouldn't know how to handle you have you for themselves.

✁ When you finally came to his office looking cute in your little get up just for him, his mouth certainly went tight couldn't stop staring at your plush thighs that were calling to him for just a squeeze, he is paying for you after all right? Who says he can't? You were standing there looking innocent 'nd clueless, expecting something completely different but instead it was just you trying on different styles of clothes for him, being his adorable model for the day.

✁ He was truly a sweetheart in the way he treated you, opening doors for you, always commenting on how you dress saying ”You look beautiful.” Generally innocent comments leaving you more confused as to when you're going to get just a little bit of dick from him. During the day he'd spoil you, buying you cute outfits and touching you here n' there, just barely on your thighs so close to your panties 'cause you wore one of the shortest skirts you owned just to entice the glasses wearing boy even more. Poor 'Suya, someone help him :((.

✁ 'S already embarrassing enough clinging onto him in public, sandwiching his arm in between your boobs to give him a hint, any hint that you want your legs spread and pussy lapped at like no tomorrow, but you just couldn't win with him acting just as clueless as you were. Little did you know seein' you whine and poke your bottom lip out in hopes of getting him to do something enticed Mitsuya more, your outfits getting more revealing by the passing day to strain his self control even more. He'd always think how cute you look trying so hard, acting so babyish just for a little bit of him. So mean of him.

✁ You were melting like puddy in his hands trying to get into his pants for days. Watching you crumble only to get a small kiss on your pouty pink lips, or a pinch on your thigh and watching him saunter away. Torturing you until you crack was all apart of his game. You only finally folded when Suya was making a new line of clothes and asked you to model. How rude of him to toy around with you like that, dressing in cute short clothes too tight for your body, making you whine ”Suya it's too tight, take it off.” Mitsuya isn't that cruel, it would be mean of him to let you suffer even longer 'cause of his little game right?

✁ ”Ya just as tight as the dress you put on, shit,” he'd grunt while finally giving you what you wanted for days. Leaving you sniffling being bent over his desk face first into the wooden surface, your ass being up 'nd exposed n' spread open by his cock pushing its way into your crying slit. You finally gettin' what you've you've babbling 'nd whining about for ages and here you are begging for him to slow down just 'cause he's bullying his way inside you pressing your face against his desk n' holding your hands pinned behind your back. If anyone walked in they'd get the perfect sight of the slick you left on his cock rimming around his tip, your legs trembling 'nd your tears staining the surface. ”Ya been begging on your hands n' knees for this, take it.”

Vizualizers ❥ Suya + over his desk

Kazutora Hanemiya

✁ Shamelessly scrolling through his phone, trying to find somethin' to get off too until he stumbled upon your ass being arched so high in the air he damn near came at that. Could not get enough of your content n' the way you rode the silicone dildos nestled so far into ass that Tora considered if anal was his thing or not. Had to get you the moment he saw you were looking for cash just to get off, but so adorably hesitant about it. Ended up getting you anyways thanks to the advice of his good friend Kei, and when you finally came Tora was long gone. You looked so damn sexy in skimpy clothes up close 'nd the fact that you basically belonged to him made everything so much better.

✁ As much as Kazutora wanted you, he was just so shy about it. Always blushing at minor teases spewing out your pretty mouth, the way you'd press your chest against his front to grab his attention. You had to take control of everything so quickly just to let him relax around you, giving him a sloppy n' messy dick sucking, using your saliva to ease him down your throat, swirling your tongue on the singular vein so close to his reddened tip. Gives the best reactions to the gags 'nd slurps on his dick, back arching high while gripping at your hair trying so hard not to make you choke further on his cum, but he just can't help it the more you bob your head up and down.

✁ It was always up to you to get you both off, putting in most of the work without an ounce of help from Tora all 'cause he's a little shy. Cuffing him down to the bed with a cockring at the base of his dick had him melting into a puddle for a sense of release from you, whining about how he'll do better all 'cause he disobeyed you one time. :(. Was cumming loads from your torture on his poor not so little cock n' balls that kept leaking the more you touched him. Embarrassing him about it leaving him all shades of red and writhing for more. Paid you double than what you asked for that night.

✁ After topping him more than once Tora felt so guilty about it, going on about how he should try n' take over, except you kept teasing him sayin' how he never could all 'cause he was crying for you multiple times. Always bullying him whenever you got the chance 'nd watching him shy away like a fucking cat for not being able to pleasure you back.

✁ Made it his mission to take things over for once, so having your legs hiked up on his shoulders with his head in between your legs was such a pretty sight you had to save for later on. Tora knew just what to do to make you whine, leaving little marks on your thighs or boobs makin' them look pretty in his spit. It wasn't until he took one lick at your clit did you realize you underestimated the poor boy. Definitely kept toying with you just to watch you struggle to compose yourself, barely pushing a finger into your cunt that was already fluttering for just a little bit more. He isn't as bad as you 'n gave in too early, but seeing you get off to each long lick of his tongue was a better satisfaction for him.

Vizualizers ❥ Tora + eating you out

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley) + Souya Kawata (Angry)

✁ One's mean, the other's a little nicer but still mean, and there's no change ever since they found you on your innocent looking page looking cute in your clothes that hardly cover a nipple or pussy. Nahoya wanted you from the start, Souya was hesitant but you looked just too enticing to give up to someone else. As soon as you finally came to them they were already sandwiching your little body in between theirs, Nahoya having the most sadistic grin and Souya trying his best not to stare at your tits that were practically in his face.

✁ Everything was always so fast with them, the peach haired male trying to get you out of your panties whenever you were near and the light blue twin would shy as his brother tried to get him to touch a woman's body for the first time. Embarrassing him here and there to the point where he sheds a few tears was just too good of a sight for you. Gagging on poor crying Souya's dick 'nd making him cum prematurely while Nahoya would fuck you from behind, all three of you getting off whorishly for each other was your daily routine.

✁ Public humiliation was one of the biggest things between the two of them. Making it known that you belong to the Kawata twins, having a cute collar with pink and blue decorating it just to make it more known. Always possessive with you, saying things like talking to other guys is forbidden n' if you did you'd be used like a sex doll for their own pleasure. :(. Not caring about you 'nd stuffing their cock wherever is open for them. Nahoya bullying his dick into your ass that would pucker whenever Souya would hit your g-spot just the right way. ”Crying over pussy? 'S too much for you to handle Souya? ” Humiliating him for barely getting started and already leaking inside you, your tits being pressed against his chest.

✁ If one twin wasn't there then the other would have no choice but to satisfy you on their own. Imagine Souya who's too scared n' shy he'll mess up, crying n' babbling about ”I can't handle it, is' too much,” or ”'M not as good as Nahoya,” so you're left to pleasure him all by your lonesome, marking his neck up and down, pinning his body just a lil tighter so he doesn't squirm too much while you barely push his tip into your cunt. Giving his needy dick just enough attention to have him already sniffling n' begging for more of your warmth around him. If you're nice you might give in to what he wants, toying with his pink nipples at the same time 'nd riding him by rolling your hips, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as more tears flow down his cheeks. Such a pretty crier.

✁ If Nahoya was the only one left to pleasure you 'cause his little brother was gone, he'd take matters into his own hands to make sure you cry. Pushing his cock so deep in it damn near pierces your cervix, your eyes becoming white and brimming with tears as he slaps around your tits like fuckin' toys, calling you dirty names like ”Horny little slut,” or degrading you like a meanie with ”Filthy bitch cryin' for my dick.” His hands wrapped around your neck having you gasp for air n' feeling lightheaded from how much he's pounding into your sore sopping cunt that just can't get enough. Souya would walk in at the wrong right time to see you cream all over his older brother's dick, Nahoya painting your pussy white with a few more thrusts. All Souya can do is just watch and palm his growing erection at the dirty sight.

Vizualizers ❥ Nahoya & Souya + threesome

Ken Ryuguji (Draken) + Emma Sano

✁ Emma proposed the idea of getting you seeing your pretty face all over your website. Poor Ken was so confused but went along with it anyways, you were too sexy to pass up and the look on the blonde's face made everything so much better. Having you in their house like a personal chew toy was their favorite thing to do. As soon as you got there Emma always had a hand on your tit and the other looking for Ken's dick. She was too pretty to ignore, always whining for your attention whenever the ravenette wouldn't give her what she wanted, making a big fuss all the time for no reason :(. All it takes is your lips on hers to keep her quiet n' satisfied.

✁ Draken would use the same tactics against Emma, giving you just a little more attention than he would to her just to watch her sniffle n' cry for the both of you, spreading her legs 'nd pushing up her tits instead of being a brat or stubborn. She was always so easy to break down to nothing but a needy blonde who wanted a pussy in her mouth and a cock stuffed in her ass. You 'nd Ken couldn't even refuse someone as cute as her, always giving into what she wants whenever she asked for it. Fucking the two of them was always tiring but so fucking hot, Emma's pussy beneath yours, your cunt dripping onto her opening as Draken stuffs his dick into either one of you, taking turns of who to fuck.

✁ Draken's favorite thing is to watch you and Emma slobber all over his tip. Kissing it, licking it, sucking on it like dogs in heat. He always would record each time you both were on him, spewing out shit like ”You love this dick don't you?, ” whenever you or her would whine that you weren't getting enough 'cause the other was hogging him all for themselves. It would always be fixed with a shot of Ken's cum on your faces or in your mouths with praises of ”Good whores not wastin' a single drop.” So filthy even porn sites would grimace at it.

✁ If Emma wasn't there to rub your pussy against, Ken was always to the rescue to fulfill your needs, thrusting his hips against yours like a wild animal 'cause ”You asked for it.” You were just so needy, almost too needy for him that he had to stuff you with his dick to keep you silent. His tip would always pierce against your sweet spot your cervix leaving you babbling about how you love his cock and how good it makes you feel, feeling all fuzzy n' dumb over it. It always took spanks to your ass or your face to make you focus, pulling on your hair to make you look at him, remind you he's the one fucking you n' making you feel good. Always left a good batch of his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy by time he's finished with you.

✁ If Ken was the one absent, you and Emma would have to satisfy each other yourselves without his help. She would always whine about how her fingers just can't pleasure her like you or Ken does, sniffling on the brink of tears saying ”Please do it for me, it feels better when you do.” You can't even refuse 'cause she asked so nicely. Your cunts being centimeters apart, your fingers knuckles deep into hers, curling them to her liking n' listening to her pretty moans, her fingers trying to do the same for you, rubbin' on your clit or inside your cunt. You both just want to get off so badly you resort to rubbing your cunts n' clits against each other for more friction, your pussy lips practically making out with each other and slobbering all over one another to get off so whorishly.

Vizualizers ❥ Emma & Draken + threesome | Emma + scissoring | Draken + rough sex

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ukai-simp-services · 3 years

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your hq s/o walking in on you masturbating

includes: kenma, oikawa, ukai, kuroo

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, nsfw; degrading, praising, edging, teasing.

a/n: god this took so long for me to write, i hope y’all enjoy. i worked very hard on each character so be sure to read em all ;)

(female character descriptions)

kenma kozume

you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the plush comforter of your bed - your shared bed with your boyfriend. kenma was rarely ever away from you, his job required him to sit at home by his desk most days, trying out different video game graphics, typing up notes or ideas after trying said game. It wasn’t very often that his company called him in for a meeting, maybe once every few weeks.

alas, you still found yourself sitting here, alone on your giant bed, wondering what you’d do with your time. you came home, hours prior, yearning for your comfortable bed after a long day at work. and you certainly relished in those desires, taking a much-needed nap for a couple of hours. but now here you were, brightly awake, with an unusual warmth of desire in your stomach. you were unsure where the urge came from, considering your boyfriend wasn’t even home to tempt you. but it was still there, and it needed to be satiated.

so you began your mission, it had been quite a number of months since you last masturbated on your own. your lovely kenma was always by your side, always there to feed your cravings, masturbation wasn’t even a thought when you knew he was just a room away from you. you almost forgot your usual routine when it came to “doing the deed”.

first, you slipped out of your leggings, feeling the cold, but soft comforter tickle your bare legs. then, you snaked your hand up your stomach to your breast, fondling it as best as you could. funny, it didn't feel nearly as rewarding as it did when kenma did it. lastly, you picked up your phone from its spot next to you and began your search.

you searched a reliable porn site you used to use all the time, quickly finding a video that you knew would get you off quickly. you chewed your bottom lip as the video started, excitement building up from the depths of your core. as the video continued, you snuck your free hand down your stomach to your panties. hesitantly, you creeped your fingers under the elastic band of the soft cotton material and reached slowly for your folds. you gasped at your wetness, it was nothing remarkable, just a little surprising considering how quick you made this decision. you began stroking your clit, slowly to start, while still keeping your eyes on your screen. as the video continued on, you quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices around your clit with your two fingers. you didn’t realize how focused you were on your phone screen, till the sound of your bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your daze.

yellow, cat-like eyes peered at your disheveled state in both shock and curiosity. you opened your mouth to say something, but was only able to let out a struggled mewl. his gaze was locked to your body, taking in your entire form, focused mainly on the hand buried in your panties, taking note of how your hand continued its motions, slowly. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

a loud, choked moan vibrated from the phone in your hand, snapping both you and kenma out of your trance.

“I-i...” you scrambled for words as you quickly shut off the video and began retracting your hand from your panties.

kenma dashed towards you, animal-like instincts, and snatched your wrist in his grip, slowly putting your hand back in the spot it was formerly in.

“continue.” he said, voice laced with the deep desire you so fortunately get to see in him often. his gaze remained down at your body, instead of looking you in the eye. you simply nodded your head and continued your movements again. taking you by surprise yet again, kenma lifted your phone from your other hand and clicked play on the video again for you.

your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but soon your whole body was flushed from the euphoric feeling rising in your stomach. kenma held your phone up with one hand, watching you masturbate to whatever the hell was on there. he then took his other hand and pulled the cotton material covering your sex to the side, watching your glistening fingers work magic into your clit.

he decided he should help out a little bit, so he poked his warm, firm tongue out of his mouth and penetrated your cunt with it. you gasped at the contact, not expecting it since your eyes were trained on the screen. your movements became spastic as the twisting and curving of his tongue played with your insides wondrously. your body convulsed around his muscle, thighs squeezing and enclosing his head. the video you were watching was quick to end, but you couldn't care as you tossed your phone to the side and grabbed a handful of your boyfriend’s hair.

kenma’s assault on your cunt only became more intense as he felt you reaching your orgasm, walls pulsing around his tongue. you moaned in approval of his actions, bucking your hips for the friction of his nose against your clit. your high came shortly after, leaving you grasping kenma’s hair for dear life.

your chest rose and fell rapidly, waiting for your breathing to normalize again before you spoke. kenma plopped next to you on your bed, automatically snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“never leave home ever again.” you breathed out, a smile starting to form on your lips.

he simply just chuckled and said, “sounds like a deal to me.”

oikawa tooru

oikawa constantly had you on your toes, always watching and waiting for something to happen. with this, also came teasing, he was a huge flirt in general, everyone knew that, but when it came to you it was in every way worse.

you stared down at your phone, more specifically, at the text your boyfriend had sent you.

pretty, but you’d look prettier with the dress off and your legs spread for me <3

for context, you had went shopping earlier and sent a picture to oikawa of the new dress you were contemplating buying. of course, he was no help in your decision and only used the photo to helplessly fluster you. you sighed to yourself, guess it couldn't be helped.

but you hated to admit that the text hit you with a swarm of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach - you couldn't help but imagine your boyfriend in between your thighs, pulling the tight dress up your hips rather slow.

of course you had bought it, how could you not after reading that text.

part of you wanted to surprise him in it, let him come home to you laying in your bed with the dress tightly clung to you and a pair of matching high heels strapped on. unfortunately, reality reminded you that tooru would be practicing ‘til late tonight and you knew that all he would want is a warm bed to crash on, barely even making it to the shower.

so instead of bothering your already over-worked boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

finishing your dinner alone at around 7pm, you cleaned yourself up and headed for the bedroom. you crawled across the smooth duvet cover on your bed, cold material rubbing against your bare legs. you situated yourself against two plush pillows, propping your torso up while parting your legs.

you pondered for a moment what you should do, it wasn’t an odd occurrence for you to be pleasuring yourself; tooru was out quite frequently because of his busy schedule. your confliction was caused by the fact that you simply wanted tooru, nothing else.

even so, you continued your actions; sliding your soft cotton shorts down your smooth and long legs. once situated, you grabbed your phone and searched for something hot to get you off. because you were feeling so touched starved, videos simply wouldn't do it for you today. you needed something more intimate; like the sound of a man’s voice in your ears, coaxing you to your orgasm, directing you to play with yourself how he wanted.

yeah, that would do it.

so you went to your very reliable (totally not reddit or anything) website and searched for something you knew you would like. a seemingly promising result caught your eye, and you proceeded to plug in your earbuds and adjust the volume of the video. you leaned back further into the pillows, trying to get comfortable enough to relax.

the video began and you couldn’t help but feel awkward, yeah the man’s voice was hot as hell - deep and seductive too, but something about it didn't feel right considering you had a boyfriend, with a much nicer voice.

oh fuck it, you thought.

there was no secret rule against this, it was basically the same as porn, only it felt nicer because the plot was directed towards you and your orgasm. you felt more at ease with yourself - and with the video. the voice playing was smooth and relaxing.

you slowly began to move your fingers as instructed - or should I say demanded, whilst also bringing your left hand up to palm your breast through the thin material of your shirt. you were now working both your clit and your breasts, the feeling of warmth beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach.

the voice commanded you to begin fingering yourself - in his words; to “bury your fingers deep in that little cunt of yours”, and who were you to disobey?

you did exactly as instructed, indulging your fingers deep - well, as deep as they could go - inside the warmth of your core. you received praises from the man, calling you names of which you most certainly enjoyed. this encouraged you pump yourself faster, all while your left hand toyed with your breast through your shirt. surprisingly, your hands made a dream team, you hadn't felt this amazing masturbating in so long. it was like the voice in your ears was real and the hands on your body weren't your own, but someone else’s.

what you failed to realize was, down the hallway from your bedroom, your boyfriend was putting his bags down on the kitchen table and approaching your room - where he heard your soft moans coming from.

tooru wandered over to your bedroom, both curious and confused. the way you were moaning, he wondered if he’d find another man on top of you. he decided to bite back his nerves and enter the room quietly, inching the door open with caution. his head poked through the small gap of the doorway that was now exposed, peering over at your writhing body to see that you were in fact alone. oikawa let out a small sigh of relief at this, but then noticed that you were still unaware of his presence and that your ears occupied a set of wireless earbuds. the man smirked to himself, now somewhat aware of what you were doing.

he cleared his throat obnoxiously, immediately turning your attention over to him and releasing the breast in your hand almost shamefully. you opened your mouth to say something, but tooru quickly cut you off.

“my my, what do we have here?” his voice was low and taunting as he took slow strides over to your bed.

“tooru, i was just-”

“playing with yourself, my dear?” he chuckled and took a seat next to you on the bed, “that much i can see for myself. just to what would that be, is the question.”

your face burned in embarrassment and regret, knowing he would manage to squeeze the answer out of you.

“you- you weren’t home, and i...needed something...”, your voice trailed off as you glanced down at your phone, the audio was paused, but not for long.

oikawa seemed to have caught on to your implications and in one swift movement, snatched both your phone and your right earbud from your possession.

“tooru, please-”

your boyfriend made a tsk tsk noise with his tongue, “nuh uh, what makes you think you get to enjoy this alone? honestly, it looks to me like you’re having a lot of fun-” he gestured to your hand which was deeply buried in your panties, “-and i wanna join in on the fun too.” his voice was low and laced with seduction now, his eyes dark and taunting as his face was merely inches away from yours.

your chest heaved with heavy contractions, stomach full of butterflies and warmth. you could barely muster out a word, so you stuck with a brisk nod. tooru smirked and plugged the earbud in at your approval, then clicked the audio back on.

the audio was halfway finished, so the man’s instructions were even more intense than you wanted oikawa to hear.

“that’s right you little slut, be a good girl and keep fucking that little cunt for me, yeah?”

your eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly scanning tooru’s face for any sign of laughter. what shocked you more was the dark expression on his face now, hidden with a deadly smirk on his lips.

“c’mon baby, do what he’s telling you to do.”

“good girl, that my good little slut.”

the mix of the voices overstimulated your senses, your embarrassment soon turned into a wicked desire. you began pumping yourself harder, hand coming back up to grope you breast. your eyes closed shut and your moans began escalating again.

you weren’t sure what you boyfriend was planning on doing next, but you felt the pressure of the bed go down as he switched spots from next to you to in between your legs.

the audio kept encouraging you to pump faster, enticing more moans to spill from your lips. the feeling of a warm, moist tongue pressing against your clit made your eyes shoot open and your head jerk up to see tooru with his head in between your thighs.

“what? am I not allowed to help?” he quizzed you with a tone laced with teasing.

you let your head fall back onto the pillow as oikawa took his time lapping at your clit. your fingering stuttered, but never ceased as the voice of a man and the tongue of your man continued to pleasure you. the audio was nearing an end and you felt yourself also nearing an orgasm. oikawa pushed your hand so your fingers went even deeper than they already were, this earned a whimpering gasp from you. you looked down at your partner to see his eyes were locked with yours, tongue poking out to lick at your swollen clit. you felt your walls clenching around your fingers at the sight, voice in your ear aiding in it too.

“look at you, so helpless, getting off to some guys’ voice? such a needy little whore, aren't you?”

you felt all the oxygen in your lungs leave your body, fingers growing stiff inside of you. your boyfriend’s words tugged at something inside of you, an animalistic version of you deep down that needed to be freed.

tooru smirked up at you, perfectly aware of his effect on you. his tongue withdrawing from inside his mouth to lap you up for the hundredth time.

“how pathetic, were you that desperate for an orgasm that you resulted to audio porn?”

“good girl, that’s my good little girl, cry out for me.”

you felt your orgasm coming like a tidal wave, the two voices overstimulating your senses once again.

“that’s so fucking embarrassing, your own fingers are barely enough to please you anymore. you need my tongue to help you.”

“that’s right, come for me, come around those pretty little fingers of yours.”

“yeah? you're gonna be an obedient little slut and come for for him? listen to his orders like he’s your daddy, right?”

and you did.

with a final whine of pleasure, your body violently rocked itself through your orgasm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into air helplessly. your fingers slowed down on their movements, eventually coming to a slow finish. you breathed heavily, chest heaving as the ringing in your ears quieted down. all that could be heard in the room was the thick silence in the air and your contracted breathing.

tooru slowly approached the spot next to you on the bed from his former position between your legs, lying next to your disheveled form. once your body had calmed itself down a bit more, your retracted your hands from their position and turned toward your lover, resting your head on his shoulder.

“well, I certainly did not expect to come home to that.” tooru chuckled lightly.

you quickly dove your face into the side of his neck, hiding in mortification.

“god, I'm so embarrassed.” you mumbled into his skin.

oikawa only laughed louder, earning a light slap on his arm.

“come on, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

“you know I did, that’s why I'm embarrassed!” you lifted your head from his neck to retort back.

he only shook his head and laughed again, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you warm.

“why did you come home so early, anyway?”

“well practice ended early because the team wanted to go out to dinner for a sort-of, congratulations for doing so good in our last match. that team we went up against was really hard, remember?”

“yes, I do. so why didn't you go!” you suddenly jerked your head up to scold your boyfriend.

“because...I'd much rather be home with you celebrating. besides, I thought that text I sent you was a hint of what I wanted to do with you tonight.” his voice trailed off quietly.

“oh god, I thought you were just being a damn tease like always! that’s why I took matters into my own hands.”

tooru propped himself up on one elbow, facing you.

“c’mon, you know damn well you enjoy my teasing. plus who says we can't go for a round two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and gestured at the rising tent under his sweatpants that was nearly poking your leg.

you smirked, looking back up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“i guess that can be arranged, but it’s my turn to tease, i've had enough of your teasing for one day.”

before he could protest, you were on top of him straddling his waist, hands holding his arms up over his head.

“fine by me.”

ukai keishin

coming home from a long day at work, you plopped down your bags and ran your fingers through your hair. ukai was working the late shift at his convenience store like he usually did on weekdays, and he probably hadn’t eaten anything besides snacks since lunch this noon. your body was tired and sweaty, but you motivated yourself with the idea of a hot shower to keep you up on your feet for a bit longer. as quick as you could, you whipped up a plate of steamed dumplings and rice for you and your fiancé to eat. once satisfied with your work, you left the meal on top of the stove with a glass cover on top to keep it warm.

hot shower hot shower hot shower you chanted to yourself, reminding yourself of your reward for the long day you had. you went to your bedroom first to quickly strip, tossing the restricting clothes away into a hamper. afterwards, you entered your bathroom - now naked, a chill ran over your body. you turned the knob of the shower to the left, far to the left, making the water spring to life and begin to heat up.

after a few moments of waiting for the steamy-hot water to rush out, you took a step into the tub. immediately, your muscles relaxed under the flow of the hot water, your skin burned a little at the sensation too. you sat under the water for a good 30 minutes; lathering your soft skin with foamy body wash, scrubbing at your scalp and rinsing the stress of a long day off your body. the shower was full of steam and the sweet scents of all the soap you used.

you exited the shower after feeling fully clean and content, wrapping a dry towel around your head to hold your drenched hair. you dried your body off with another towel and slipped a soft robe around your form, before approaching your room.

following after brushing through your damp hair, you slid on an over-sized t-shirt from your closet, probably one of ukai’s without realizing. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walked toward your dresser, you admired the way the t-shirt showed off the shape of your breasts and hugged your hips. you took a step back to appreciate your form a minute more, becoming seemingly more and more confident in your looks by the second. it had clearly been awhile since you felt confident in yourself, your teenage days were over and adulthood was settling into your appearance.

still, for the first time in awhile, you thought you looked damn good.

a flame ignited in your belly, a flame you had not felt in a long time. you usually tended to ignore said flame, because you simply did not have the time to deal with it.

but today was so draining and you had not done this in so long. surely you deserved a reward, right?

yes, yes you did. a hot shower alone simply was not enough of a prize for the type of day you had.

you crawled onto the bed and sat against your pillow, spreading your legs for yourself in front of the mirror across the room. grateful you had not put on underwear yet, you reached down to touch your bare petals. you weren’t wet yet, but it didn't take you long to get there, not with that mirror in front of you.

you watched yourself from the spot on your bed, grabbing your bare breast underneath your shirt as you started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. you found yourself soon more relaxed than not, giving in to your suppressed desires. you began to imagine you weren’t alone on your bed, that your future husband with there with you; crawling in-between your legs. you moaned at the thought, eyes fluttering close in a daze.

you thought about him grabbing you by your thighs, holding on to them as he made out with your sloppy, wet pussy. you imagined the sounds, his vibrating moans, your wet slick being lapped up and sucked on.

your was sex dripping with your cum now, and you watched yourself in the mirror with hooded lids, vividly imaging your husbands head and back facing the ceiling. you could even see the details of his back muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued aggressively devouring you.

your thoughts were paused when you heard the front door open, your eyes widened, but remained glued to the image of your body.

your fingers hadn’t ceased their movements either.

“honey, i'm home” ukai teased in his “i'm-a-loving-husband-who-brings-home-the-bacon” voice. something you both found funny ever since you got engaged.

you made no sound, too afraid you voice would come out in a squeal.

you heard his footsteps go into the living room, before his voice called out again, “baby?”

you decided to play around and not answer again, leaving him no choice but to find you himself. you continued rubbing your clit as you stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip to hold back an excited grin. as ukai’s steps got closer to the door, you found yourself indulging a finger into your core. then, one turned into two. and you found yourself having to hold back your moans, as he was so close to entering your room.

a mere second passed before keishin was strolling into your room, looking for his beloved fiancé. he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, two fingers plunged into your pussy, all whilst staring at your reflection in the mirror.

he exhaled through his teeth before saying, “princess, what’s this?”

you tilted your head to the side, gazing at the man before you with half-lidded eyes.

“what does it look like, daddy?” your fingers maintained their rapid pace.

keishin was enthralled with the scene before him - not wanting to move an inch so he could continue watching you, while also wanting to pounce on you like a caged animal.

he decided to just slowly creep over to you, long strides taunting you from your spot on the bed. he kneeled on the mattress, beginning to crawl closer and closer to you. your gazes were locked on each other, all while your fingers kept their assault on your core.

“you look so pretty baby, touching yourself like that in our big ole’ bed.”

you only bit your lip in response, eyes trailing back to the mirror in front of you. keishin followed your glance, now also looking at the reflection of you two.

he scoffed, “what a little slut you are, getting off to yourself in the mirror.”

a shaky breath left your mouth at his words, before he turned to you again and propped himself up on his elbow.

why isn't he doing anything?? you couldn't help but think.

“go on, don't worry about me. I wanna see you keep playing with yourself, just like that.” it was like he read your thoughts.

you became a little frustrated, you were hoping he was going to join in on your “play time”. even so, you persisted, trying to dig deep for an orgasm. you continued staring at the mirror, watching keishin watch you. it was fucking hot - but you needed more.

“ ’shin...” you whined out, tilting your head to look at him.

“what? is my princess having trouble?”

you nodded your head.

he clicked his tongue, “that’s too bad isn't it? my little girl started this herself, now she’s got to be the one to finish it.” he punctuated his words by leaning in closer and closer, his hot breath on your face felt too nice.

you understood what you had to do, cum for him once and then he’d finally join you for a second time, but you were so damn touch starved. it’s one thing to be alone and touch starved, it’s another to be with the person you want to touch you, just for them not to.

you bit down on your lip as you pounded into yourself harder and faster, fingers reaching deep to hit your sweet spot. you tried and tried, but to no avail. your breathing was rigid now, frustration marked on your forehead, all while keishin sat and watched you like a sly motherfucker.

he hadn’t even taken an inch of clothes off, and he wasn't even palming himself through his sweats.

tears of frustration dribbled down your cheeks, there was no warmth in your stomach, no clench to your core, just the cum that dripped down your folds - and that was only from the mindless finger-fucking you were doing.

“poor baby, are your fingers not enough? can they not satisfy you the way my cock can?” keishin’s voice was low and his breath caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and cheek. you leaned into his warm touch as he wiped the tears off your face.

“p-please.” you begged.

“please what? use your words, princess.”

“please- please help me cum.”

keishin laughed in your face, making your cheeks glow a bright red.

“so fucking pathetic, can't even cum with your own fingers. what happened to that tough girl act you had on before, huh? when I caught you playing with your pussy to your reflection in the mirror.”

he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing your ear.

“-where did that little slut go? you’re so desperate now, it’s not even funny.”

a wave of pleasure took over your body, and you finally understood that he was helping you cum, he just didn’t even have to touch you.

“daddy- please...” you begged for more.

“there’s my slut, there she fucking is. i bet you were just waiting for me to come home earlier; you were waiting for your daddy with your cunt wrapped around your little fingers, legs spread - practically begging to be caught.”

you let out a loud moan, core clenching around your fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching. keishin tugged at the fabric of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your breasts.

he scoffed, “even wearing my shirt, huh? bet you couldn't wait to stain it with your cum. you dirty little girl, i’ll make you clean up every last drop of yourself with your tongue”

you were already so close, but keishin’s words and the way he pinched your erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger - really pushed you to the edge.

“cum, cum for me you fucking whore.”

with one final drawn out moan, you came around your fingers and all over the bed. keishin didn’t even let you calm down from your high, he was already in-between your legs getting ready to lick up your slick.

you tried to push his head away - your body was still so sensitive from the orgasm, but you knew that the night wouldn’t end without ukai overstimulating you, as he always does. you both knew each other’s boundaries, and this was definitely acceptable - but it was still part of the act for you to resist.

“keishin, please. i'm too sensitive.”

he ignored your words, pinning your wrists up above your head to get your hands out of his way. you complied, but still writhed in his grasp. ukai brought his head down to meet your pussy, shoving his nose harshly into your sensitive clit, before plunging his tongue deep in your walls.

you screamed at the rough contact, your ass threatened to lift up from the bed - but keishin put a firm arm down on your body to ensure that you were going nowhere.

he continued licking out your insides, moaning into your clit. one hand was holding your stomach down and the other was roaming your left breast, fondling the perked nipple in-between his fingers.

you couldn’t help the bodily convulsions you were having, you had already felt so close and he was just starting. you glanced up to watch your reflection in the mirror, smirking back at yourself after remembering how only 15 minutes ago you were imagining this scenario unfolding.

ukai began licking you with more fervor, his tongue moving up to toy with your clit, whilst two fingers plunged into your hole all at once, making up for any contact lost.

you groaned, arching your back so that your pussy was pressed against his face. ukai moaned into your core, licks becoming a sloppy mess.

“you taste so fucking lovely, feels like i haven’t ravaged you in way too fucking long.” ukai groaned his words into your sex, causing all sorts of vibrations to be let loose.

you were close, so close, your moans were becoming more rapid and you couldn’t hold back your hands from tugging into keishin’s hair. he didn't seem to mind it either.

you were pushed over the edge at the feeling of keishin’s lips sucking at your clit, the sensation being way too much for your over-stimulated pussy to handle. it also didn't help that his lidded gaze locked with yours in the exact moment that his lips wrapped around your little bud. you ground against his face as your cum made its new home all over his chin and all over the bed.

the two of you breathed heavily for a few seconds, staring into eachother’s eyes for what felt like forever.

“you’re so fucking good.” you spoke first, words coming out choked and breathless.

he chucked, “yeah, it helps that you taste fucking delicious.”

you giggled at his words, making it sound like you were a fucking plate of dumplings or something-

“did you see the dinner? I made dinner!” you sat up excitedly, suddenly remembering the meal that you made.

“baby, i think i’ve had my dinner.” ukai smirked up at you.

you weren't taking any sexy jokes, not after you remembered your yummy dinner.

“nope, get up. i did not slave over a stove for nothing.” you bounced off the bed, still naked.

keishin rolled his eyes at you, “we coulda just ordered in ya know?”

“hush.” you playfully hit him on the shoulder, before putting his shirt back over your torso and leading him into the kitchen.

after padding into the kitchen, keishin spoke up.

“you know, I meant what said. about you getting cum on my shirt, and licking it clean.” there was a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms and faced you.

“I didn't even get cum on your shirt, asswipe.”

“not yet, but I'm nowhere near through with you tonight, princess.”

kuroo testurou

the red blinking numbers on your alarm clock glowed directly in front of your face, mocking you. 3:32A.M. it told you. you had been tossing and turning for the past 3 hours, how did this happen?

next to you, your husband kuroo was comfortably snoring, his breathing a steady rhythm. normally, the noise itself would lull you to sleep, but tonight your body was wide awake, antsy about something. you had already gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk an hour ago, a trick your mother taught you as a child. irritated, you glanced at the empty glass next to your bed, clearly it didn’t work anymore. it only made you have to pee, twice.

you gently flipped onto your back, careful not to wake your soundly sleeping husband, god knew he had to wake up at 6am for work.

you laid there, flat on your back as you stared up at the ceiling; wide eyed and fully awake. you wondered what other remedies you could do to force sleep on yourself. you could chew some melatonin - but you were sure you’d never bought melatonin in your life, you never had a reason to. you drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. meditation? counting sheep? hot tea? – no, you didn’t want any more trips to the bathroom keeping you up.

then a brilliant thought crossed your pretty little mind; masturbation. you almost snorted out loud at the sheer sincerity of it. shifting around a little bit, you rested your hand over your lower stomach - almost teasing the idea of it. your fingers crept lower, now fingering the hem of your cotton shorts. then proceeded to slip your fingers past both the shorts and your underwear. you quickly peered over at your sleeping husband, a wild nest of black hair spread across his pillow. you smiled in admiration, he’s always slept like a rock, usually an arm anchored around you - preventing you from getting out of bed. that same arm was now stuffed under his pillow, you had learned the ways of escaping kuroo’s giant arms long ago.

you paid mind back to your situation at hand, continuing the creeping of your hand further down your skin. you sighed at the feeling of your fingers grazing over your slit, instinctively spreading your legs slightly for better access. you began rubbing at your now exposed clit; slow circular motions. you bit your lip at the newfound warmth bubbling in your stomach, a feeling you’ve always enjoyed.

your husband stirred slightly in his sleep, head now facing yours. you froze slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when his snoring continued. his jet black hair covered his face, only allowing you to see his lips; which were parted as he snored. you almost thought he looked cute, so tempted to run your fingers through his hair. you decided against it, not wanting to wake the poor man up.

your sex started growing quite wet - quicker than you thought it would. maybe it was the idea that what you were doing...so close to your sleeping husband-

-was so dirty.

you bit down on your bottom lip and quickened the pace of your motions, rubbing your little clit with more pressure from your fingertips.

still, you wished it was your husband’s tongue instead of your fingers. lapping up your slick and prodding at your sweet spot. you moaned softly, quickly biting your lip again to suppress the sound. fortunately, your husband stayed asleep.

you started pumping your middle finger into your cunt, needing more friction to finish you off. the action caused you to moan louder, although you really tried to hold them back. and if it weren't your moans that woke your husband up - it was the arching of your back and bucking of your hips, causing the mattress to dip in your spot.

you didn't notice him though, you didn't notice his eyelids fluttering open behind the shaggy head of hair he had, covering his eyes. he laid like that for a good minute, watching you writhe under your own hand, beginning to grab your bare breast from under your shirt. sleep still clouded his head - making his thoughts a bit foggy, but he was becoming more aware of your upcoming climax by the second. you were so far gone you didn't even realize his snoring coming to a halt, your mind was filled with the most lewd fantasies of kuroo pleasuring you in your bed.

when you felt yourself coming close to a climax, a large hand paused your movements by grabbing your wrist. you let out a small yelp, out of pure surprise and terror. you looked over at your husbands form, he was propping himself up on his elbow and jerking his head back a bit to get a better look of you, a smug smirk growing on his lips. his messy hair only covered his left eye now, and you could see the dark hues of his right eye practically glistening, looking down at you with a dark intensity.

“test-”

“i hope i'm not interrupting you, my sneaky girl.” his voice was sleepy and one whole octave lower than it was during the day.

“no, you're not...um. i had trouble sleeping baby.”

he gave you a knowing look and pulled back the blanket that covered his torso, exposing to you his flexed abs.

“and you couldn't ask me for help?” he began creeping over to your frozen body, still halfway under the covers.

“you were sleeping, dummy.” you squinted at him.

“name calling? well baby, two can play at that game.” he got fully on top of you, then proceeded to sink himself back under the covers, until only his head was poking out.

“let me help my chibi-chan out, yeah?” he drawled out the name slowly, knowing just the kind of reaction you'd have.

“testu, you have work in 3 hours, i-”

kuroo rolled his eyes at you, before fully submerging his head below the blanket. your hand was still in your pants, it had seized its movement, but it still remained there almost frozen. kuroo pulled the inconvenient hand out of his way, tugging down your cotton shorts immediately after. you felt unsure what he’d do next, considering you couldn't see him.

after your shorts were long gone, you didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. you perked your head up from its position on your pillow almost ready to call out your lover’s name. you were quickly stopped when you felt a long stroke from his tongue to your wet slit.

you threw your head back, a long moan escaping your mouth. the ecstasy from the feeling of his tongue unexpectedly replacing your fingers was unimaginable. you writhed beneath his mouth, his arms instinctively going to wrap around your thighs, anchoring you down in your place. his tongue continued its assault with an immense amount of pressure; pushing the muscle deep into your hole, then bringing it out to run circles around your clit. you already felt your body closing in on its orgasm. you had gotten yourself pretty far earlier and your husband was only getting you further. kuroo felt your tightening core around his muscle, and he slowed down his tongue movements - ultimately trying to edge you.

and you certainly felt on edge, that was for sure.

your eyes widened at his suddenly slow pace, looking down at the lump of his body covered by the thick blanket. you knew he was getting warm down there, but this was kuroo for crying out loud; this man would go on for hours if he wanted to.

you felt his grip around your thighs tighten as you bucked your pelvis into his face, demanding a little bit more friction. to your dismay, he gave you the absolute opposite of that; digging his nails lightly into your plush skin to almost warn you not to be impatient. you whined under his tongue, the feeling of slow circular motions was driving you crazy. you were about ready to suffocate his face with your pussy - underneath the already claustrophobic blankets.

kuroo suddenly sped up his pace again, planning on bringing you close to another high. and maybe if he was feeling nice, he’d let you come this time. he added two fingers to pulse into your sopping wet cunt as he licked away at your clit and your folds - lewd noises escaping through the small holes between the blanket and the bed. he continued pumping you ‘til he felt your walls begin to clench again, squeezing his two fingers tightly together. he immediately pulled them out.

you gasped at the loss of contact, this time you were really ready to rip the blanket off this man and yell straight in his face. but to your surprise, kuroo submerged himself from under the blanket to meet you face to face.

“having fun, chibi-chan?” he smirked down at your pouting face.

“i was.” you accentuated your words with a roll of your eyes.

kuroo chucked, then grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them.

“hey, who said you could give me an attitude, huh? you should be thankful that i’m pleasuring you at this hour.” his voice was deep and laced with lust. you know his actions would soon contradict his words, so you played along.

“want some kind of award? oh, i’m so glad my husband edged me at 3am! when i could’ve came and went to sleep already! thank you truly-“

kuroo’s eyes went dark; knowing this game all too well. his hands went from your cheeks to around your throat in a mere second.

“watch your fucking mouth, brat, or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

you smirked up at him, knowing you got him where you wanted. kuroo pulled down his boxers from his position between your legs and began pumping his half-erect member. you simply sat back and watched him. after a moment, he lined himself up with your core, slightly adjusting his position to get closer to you.

“someone’s taking their sweet time.” you had to bite back a laugh at your own statement.

“patience is virtue, chibi-chan. or did you forget that i could simply stop here and go back to sleep?” kuroo tested you.

“whatever you say, sir.” you looked deep into his eyes, not an ounce of satire in your voice.

kuroo licked his lips devishly, any hint of tiredness he had felt before was long gone now. he pushed his cock deep into your core, bottoming out all at once. your back arched instantly at the feeling of his cock already pressing against your cervix.

“think you can take me, little one?” kuroo smirked down at your face, which was contoured in pleasure and slight discomfort from taking his cock all at once.

“know i can. start moving grandpa, i’m not getting any younger here.” you teased his slow pace.

he raised an eyebrow at you, “you asked for it.” and began shoving himself in and out of you at the speed of fucking light.

you threw your head back in ecstasy, the feeling of his “larger-than-most” cock would never get old to you - no matter how long you two have been together. he almost always stretched you out to unimaginable points.

“test-testu.” you whined out, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth.

“that’s mr. kuroo to you, little one.” the muscles of his biceps were starting to tense up as he continued fucking you senseless.

you could barely whine out a response, his cock was already so close to pushing you past your breaking point. he made matters worse by bringing a hand down to play with your clit, only to retract that hand and slap your pussy with it, tauntingly. he knew exactly what kind of response he’d get from that, as you wail out from under him.

“i’m so close...” you almost regretted saying that in fear that he’d just pull out and go to sleep. but you knew better that he already sensed you were close without you having to say anything.

he smirked from his position on top of you, black hair falling in a mess over his face as he tilted his head down to look at you better.

“so am i.” he groaned into your ear as he inched his body closer to yours, your erect nipples practically brushing against his bare chest through your thin shirt.

your core tightened as your climaxed reached itself. you dug your nails into the bare skin on kuroo’s back for support, he barely even hissed in pain at the sensation. your hips bucked as your orgasm took over your whole body, legs shaking from the aftermath of the intense high. your husband fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, seeking to find his own orgasm. he came shortly after you, deeply groaning into your ear - the noise had goosebumps rising all over your body.

“always so fucking good, chibi-chan.” his eyes were half-lidded, as were yours.

your chest heaved as you began to calm down from your high. kuroo pulled himself out of you and quickly retreated to the bathroom to get some towels to clean you guys up.

but when he got back you were already half asleep, cuddled into his pillow, inhaling his fresh, yet musky scent. he smiled down at you, a towel still in hand.

you mumbled to him, sleep nearly taking over you, “thank you, baby~”

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bislytherinstarkerfangirl · 2 years

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When Tony goes to MIT, it’s the first time in his memory he hasn’t had his sweet little brother’s constant affection. Tony gets really touch-starved. During the holidays, Tony is clinging to Peter at every opportunity. Always cuddling, walking with an arm around Peter, linking arms, pressing his leg to peter’s during family dinners, napping with his head in Peter’s lap when Peter’s doing homework. Tony even tried to sleep on Peter’s floor to be close to him before Peter dragged him to the bed. Peter thinks it’ll wear off after Tony gets used to MIT. He soon realizes that he’s wrong. Peter accepts the offer to skip, Midtown have been sending for years. By, the next semester Peter is enrolled at MIT, but Tony’s as clingy as ever.

There’s the whole dramatic thing where they confess the loved each other all along, but they’re taking it slow for now. But no one notices any difference between couple them, and how they are usually because they’re so affectionate.

Peter starts noticing that Tony has developed some quite child-like tendencies and coping mechanisms sometimes, he also notices how much he enjoys taking care of Tony. Peter researches this for weeks, and puts together a folder filled with documents, website links, and a PowerPoint filled with pictures/links of stuff he wants to get little Tony.

Peter doesn’t get around to broaching the subject to Tony. Tony finds the folder labelled Private, (because Peter didn’t think that through), and assumes it’s porn or a diary. Tony read everything. He blushes while looking through the PowerPoint of stuff Peter wants to get Tony, slowly realizing how much he wants this. He want Peter to be his Caregiver, he wants to be taken care of, he wants to be his brother’s baby as well as his boyfriend.

When Peter gets home, Tony and him have a long talk about headspaces, regression and boundaries. Afterwards, they curl up in bed together looking through different online stores to buy stuff for when Tony is Little.

#starker #starkercest #brother au #little tony stark #fluff #starker fandom #starker drabble #young Tony Stark #tony stark x peter parker #starker fluff #starker fic idea #what do you think?#give me feedback #im desperate #and sad #needing external validation #on fanfiction

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gothamslittlejester · 4 years

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Obsessive Ledger!joker x reader

I’ve been spoiling you all recently with all this Ledger!Joker, so you’re welcome 😎 (but also so sorry because I did go on a hiatus without saying anything for half a year 😬). Let me know in the asks if you want something in particular, I love writing for J so much! I have a few already that I am working on as we speak, so stay tuned for those 💜

Below are headcannons for a more yandere and darker joker than I usually write 👻 nothing abusive here because J is still very much my comfort character, but it definitely includes over-possessive, protective and stalker themes, as well as encouraging reader to join in on his murderous chaos

Warnings: morally ambiguous reader, joining joker on his “fun” i.e. mentions of torturing others, blood, weapons, severed body parts as gifts, implied seggsy time

· Before adoration, fondness or love, the first feelings Joker had for you was pure obsession. Obsession with what you thought and felt, what you liked to do and why you liked to do them. Obsession with your safety and the need to protect you, which led to jealousy and possessiveness very often. It was primal, and longing, and left him thirsting after your presence like a greedy, hungry wolf. He wanted you- needed you- and he was going to get you

·In spite of a period of flirting, suggestive jokes and hinting touches, Joker made it clear pretty quickly what his feelings were for you. Because of his lifestyle death is like a waiting shadow, and wasting time on what he wants is just not his style

· Quite soon into the beginning of your more romantic relationship, you move into his hideout for the sake of your safety, which calmed J down with some of his possessiveness and paranoid thoughts. He knew his home was the safest place in Gotham, excluding Bruce Wayne’s cave, and with you in it that meant you were safe too.

·When he’s gone, he’ll leave a huge shotgun behind for you to use in case of emergency, as well as Chechen’s Rottweilers. You’ll find some stray knives and pointy objects hidden in your coats too, “just in case”, but its more heartwarming to you than annoying

· He loves to lay on you at night, whether it be right on your chest to hear your heartbeat, or on your belly where he can feel your soft skin pressed against his scared cheeks. Not only is it pleasant and lets his touched-starved soul get some attention, but it also makes him hyper aware of every shift or move your body does while asleep. It also prevents you from sneaking out of the bed to run away, which is one of his more paranoid thoughts. Don’t try to move away or push him off, he will smack your hand back and snuggle in deeper, wrapping his arms around you like a snake

· He doesn’t care what insecurities you have regarding your appearance; he admires every single piece of you and will cuddle with whatever he wants, so push your anxieties aside because Joker hungers for all of you

· His gifts can sometimes be very macabre. Generally, he loves to spoil you with an array of things, such as new clothes or lingerie, plush toys of your favorite animals, snacks you said you’ve wanted to try, or even just random knick-knacks he stole from his victim’s homes. However, if he’s feeling adventurous or extra flirty that day, he will bring you certain body parts to symbolize his feelings for you.

· You’ve definitely found your fair share of human hearts in your fridge, because he adores how your heart races when your scared. You’ve found a pair of lungs stuffed in there too, because the little gasps you make when frightened or anticipating his touch are delicious to him. You went to get milk once and right behind the carton was a tongue, symbolizing how much he relishes your little talks and midnight conversations

· Once, he brought over a whole corpse, the body decomposing and gnarled, skin ripped to shreds and a face pummeled so brutally it had concaved. “Don’t need to worry about them any more doll,” he giggled, spitting on the body with a fervor that thrilled you. It took a few minutes of intense staring- why did they look familiar?- but then it clicked in your mind; it was the very person you had fumed and vented to Joker about last night, right before he had spontaneously left

· “J,” you began, eyes nearly popping out of your head. “Did you kill him... for me?”

· “ ‘Course I did, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know I’d, uh, kill anyone for you. Nasty fucks like them especially-ah.”

· If you have to leave for longer periods of time, whether that be for school or work, Joker will always have a few of his men stalking you from a distance, making sure you’re safe and that no one dangerous is within a 1 mile radius of you. They also have explicit instructions to take photos and send them to J, because he likes looking at your oblivious little face.

· He’d do it himself if he has the time, which he sometimes does, but he too is quite busy with his own things (when anarchy calls, as they say), so hiring lookouts is the next best thing. If he could, he’d have you right by his side at all times… how pretty you’d look in a soft purple leash... but that’s just daydream fuel for now

· Speaking of photos, Joker knows his ways around a camera. He makes... lovely home videos that he sends to news channels in his free time (rip fake batman) and he continues to practice at his craft from time to time. He even won a deepweb award for best snuff film of the year, which boosted his ego to ungodly heights. He’s absolutely delighted about it and hints that you should watch it on one of your movie nights, but he does warn it’s not for the faint of heart

· Taking videos and photos are one of his favorite hobbies, and if you’re down to clown… he’d certainly bring it in the bedroom

· Speaking of his more thrilling hobbies, Joker will constantly suggest you join him on his escapades or help out behind the scenes, especially if he picks up on any sort of interest from you concerning his ‘job’. Joker is an observant man, and he reads you like a book. He knows you likely have some dark, sinister thoughts running around in your head - you must, if you’re with him- so he does everything he can to encourage you to let them out. Joker will never judge this side of you, no matter how grim. He’ll try and harness it, bring it to light. He hates the thought of you shying away from your true self, embarrassed of your darker nature, but what he hates even more is you thinking he’ll be disgusted with you or disappointed. How can you think that?

· “No no no, bunny, not me. You’re my muse, so give me some inspiration hmm? Tell daddy exactly what’s going on in that mind of yours...”

· If you do show interest in the darker side of his job, he’d smile so big that his scars take up his whole face. He’d teach you everything; how to fire a gun, how to stab someone, how to hide a body and how to torture one. He’ll spread out all his weapons on the floor and let you choose which one calls to you, like a deranged ceremony, informing you on the pros and cons of each one. He’ll even invite you into the warehouses he designated just for torture, which are just as gruesome and sinful and they sound

· J let’s you watch as he hurts his victims, whom are purposefully rapists and killers to make you feel less guilty, and let’s you join in on the fun whenever you gain the courage. He even went as far as to buy a whole torture set off the black market, from scalpel to needles, just to give you options. Joker loves to see how creative you can get, and it’s one of the few times he lets you take complete control

· “The floor is yours, bunny. Impress me.”

· He is down for pretty much anything, and that mindset is not exclusive just to the bedroom

·Any couple activity you fear might be too far or creepy for other people… is right around J’s alley. Weird kinks or foreplay games you want to try? No problem. Making love in abandoned houses or cemeteries? Now that’s his type of romance. You want to carry a small vial of his blood around your neck? He is all game, but only if he gets one of you as well. Matching knives? He’s blushing. Satanic blood ritual from a sketchy website that’s supposed to bond your souls for eternity? Perfect, his weekend plans were centered around you anyways

· Now…If he feels that you’re not giving him enough attention or start to push him away, he will resort to crazier means to obtain your love back. He’ll set off random bugs, rats or even henchmen into your home to scare you, gleefully waiting to hear you cry out his name in fear. Like a small, dependent little kitten, mewling for their protector. He’d come in, guns ablaze, looking for whatever scared his darling angel, killing them on sight. You’d run into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you cling to Joker like your life depended on it- just how he liked it. He’d coo mockingly and pull you closer, rubbing your back as he unashamedly basked in your physical touch.

· In general however, your soft caresses, kisses and reassuring words are enough to keep him very pleased. He knows you adore him and are head over heels obsessed just like he is, and that truly does put a smile on his face.

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sweettodo · 3 years

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A little push. ⟿ Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

word count : 3k.

includes : [ slight ] breeding kink , teasing, smut, pretty much a little dacryphilia

a lil valentines day gift for my lovelies. i hope you enjoy.

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"I just don't know what to do, it's almost like he doesn't want to do anything with me at this point." Close to tears, sadness could be heard in your tone as your friends console you, attempting to give you advice. Your head in your hands whilst you rubbed your temples.

"No! No no, impossible." Mina reassures, "he just needs a little push, he's probably just nervous he’s gonna disappoint you."

"You know how shy he is, better than anyone else here"

You sigh, you were now officially out of ideas. This wasn't your first choice, but it had reached a point where disclosing to your friends the situation; desperate for their advice. "I know," throwing your back against Momo's bed, in complete despair, "I just don't know how to fix it, I can't break him out of his shell." What type of girlfriend were you? Why did you allow it to get this... this bad? There was no way to put it lightly, or nicely for that matter.

By ‘out of ideas’, you weren’t kidding. You had tried to get him into the shower with you, even teasing him while he worked, buying all the cute outfits you could think of to engine him, trying to get him to do it more often. But it was no use.

Shoto could not be a bigger prude nowadays.

Mortifying to ones ears- a shocked look plastered upon your friends' faces when you saw their reactions of complete bafflement, 'who would've thought?!' Or 'I would've thought he'd be the opposite!' They were beyond shocked, yes- Todo was quite and almost always reserved!

But it's almost always the quiet ones who are hung and the best in bed.

You shouldn't have been as embarrassed as you were- not as embarrassed as your boyfriend, but now you were in desperate need for advice on how to break the vicious cycle that went a little like this...

You and Todoroki watched a stupid action movie, your head snuggled into the crook of his armpit, one arm wrapped around you securly, your arm loosely around his waist, lazily sprawled across his body, in which he didn't mind at all. It was more or less silent throughout the movie, you loved these types of nights; with the daily, stressful and rough hero work you both were faced with, there was little to no time for you to be together for longer than an hour.

Your arm, which was laying atop your boyfriend's waist, copping a feel as you drag your arm back to your lap, the action causing his chest to tighten up at the slight touch. You eye him from the side, seeing that he was actually watching you intently as well. You wiggle yourself closer against him, he holds you tighter; you could never be close enough to him, he was like a teddy bear, one you could cling to all day. He caresses your thigh gently, although you were upset and neglected between the sheets, he strived in other things; that being kissing.

You peck his chin with a little kiss, he brings his head down so he can feel more of those little peppered kisses; you trail up his neck, his hand now squeezing your thigh a little tighter, pulling you onto his lap more so you could straddle his lap. His hands pressing against your hips, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Or at least you thought.

"I cant babe," he muttered under his breath, your face instantly falling into disappointment, she tilts his head, looking at you with understanding eyes, he seldom if ever let it get past making out; all because of one time where he butted a little too quick. At that point of he didn't even bother.

It was fucking selfish.

"We'll help you, just trust us." Momo pats your back, you were all ears.

Mina perks up excitedly, beginning her in depth lesson, which eerily enough she had seem like she was waiting for this moment. You three were going to help Todoroki, even if it meant you had to do all the work.

With your computer on your lap and your two best friends’ heads peering over your screen, you scrolled through the website with the things that you’d need to execute the plan, “fluffy? Or metal?” Momo questions, a finger tapping her chin.

“Metal.”

You couldn't peel your eyes off of the clock on your phone. You were anxious, the longer you watched the longer time was dragging on. 'Forty more minutes.' Nerves through the roof, heart pounding as you counted the minutes until you knew for sure your boyfriend would be on his way home.

Giving in, you giddily jump to your closet, bending down and grabbing the little pink bag hidden and tucked behind your jackets, grabbing the contents inside, the soft lace outfit you had bought online; Todoroki was far from privy to your plans, only the question, 'what's that' but then quickly dismissing it because he had to leave.

The cute little black scalloped bra and panties set with Shoto's favorite black stockings; that's what was in the bag. Throwing off your clothes and laying the set out on the bed while you threw your clothes in the basket, you were going to try to get him to make the first move for once, ultimately building up the confidence that he had so sillily lost.

You hadn't cared at all when it happened, but it was enough to send Shoto lock and key under the protection of a chastity belt, where he refused to even give sex any thought for the most part.

Todo and you have been together for close to three years; you do have sex- just no more than once every three months. You were going mad the more and more you thought about it, you were touch starved, and clearly he didn't care.

Turning around, slipping the lingerie on your body in front of the tall body mirror; Your tits sitting pretty in the see- through bra cups, the strings of the thong resting on the curve of your hips, you were so pleased with the way you looked, you took a few pictures in the mirror, ‘no harm in that’ you hum to yourself. If this didn't make him want to fuck you- shit, you'd fuck yourself. There was no way he would not become tempted by the lack of cloth on your body, your skin soft with lotion and the sweet spots around your body scented with his favorite perfume. Jumping on the bed, in anticipation, you knew he should be right around the corner from your apartment; this only made your heart pound out of your fucking chest more and more. There was no way you could fuck this one up, you’d be mortified.

"Are you sure about all that? I don't wanna get him mad at me." The idea was absolutely radical, you knew it was slightly out of your comfort zone... but your boyfriend? This was going to be torture for him, you almost felt guilty.

Momo, with the smug look on her face nods reassuringly, "that’s the whole point. Trust us."

Wrapping the pink silk robe around your body when you hear the familiar man kick the shoes off in the foyer, you were feeling as confident as ever. You walk down the hallway, peeking your head around the corner to see Todoroki unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process; looking relieved to be home, he catches your eyes, looking at you confused at your attire.

Smiling cheerfully, you see him start to smile, “Todo...” he heard the little whine in your voice, he was intrigued with your little antics, you finally come around the corner, meeting up with him half way and grabbing his wrist, “I have a surprise for you.”

He tenses up, but remaining silent and compliant. You tug him into the bedroom, the lights dimmed, you had prepared yourself how you were going to execute this plan, but you felt all over the place from your nerves. You nudge him onto the bed, he plops down, a shaky breath heard from his nostrils.

“Push back,” you command, he listens which makes you thrilled, you pick up his wrist, quickly reaching your free hand in the bedside table, the metal clanking in your hand; which doesn’t register in his head until he realizes he’s unable to move his right wrist.

“Y/n, what’s this?” You ignore him, snapping the other set of cuffs around the metal bed frame and his wrists, “what are you doing?” You slide off the bed, watching him tug at the metal, the devilish smile growing on your face as you watch him struggle.

“I wanted to surprise you, is that okay?” You bat your eyelashes, walking to the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to you, sitting there clueless and overwhelmed, Todoroki totally out of wack, you untie the little tie of your robe, his eyes grow wide, jaw clenching as he frantically tries to free himself.

Your robe pools at the base of your feet, getting back on the bed, you crawl onto his lap and straddle his lap, leaning down to his ear.

“Do you want me, Todoroki?” You purr, his body restless under yours, trying desperately to set himself free.

He takes in a deep breath of air, “you know the answer to that, y/n.” He retorts, now aware of the point of this whole charade, head slightly thrown back as you drag your fingers up to his neck, tilting his head to look at you. His hair falling in front of his eyes, you push back the multicolored strands to look back into his heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re gonna be good and let me take this off, yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, you begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his stomach rising and falling the further down you get. He was flustered, and you’ve never felt these powerful sparks igniting within your stomach, you had him falling apart at the seams.

And it was only the beginning.

You peel open his shirt, his eyes stalking you as you continue down his body, unbuttoning his work pants, “uncuff me, now.” He demands, you shake your head innocently.

“No.” He pulls and tugs, but it’s no use, “you’re gonna see how I’ve been feeling recently.” Sneering, you begin grinding against his growing cock, tugging the pants down his waist, the obvious tent making you chew down on your bottom lip, it was working. Your hands dipping down and releasing him from the black Calvin Klein boxers.

Breathing heavily, pushing his pants down to his knees, he was painfully hard, but only growing harder at the sight of you on top of him, he could see your tits inches from his face, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.

You slowly pump him in your hand, little groans spilling from his mouth, tossing his head back with his eyes shut, finally getting the touch he was longing for.

“Stop teasing, do it already.” He grits through his teeth, you giggle, dipping your head down, letting the spit on your tongue roll off and hit the tip, seeping down as he cringes, “y/n, let me go- fuckin’ now!” He thrashes at the cuffs, his eyes dark and angry.

Leaning down, you take him into your mouth, your hot mouth sends his head slamming against the headboard, his body finally relaxing from your agonizing teasing, you hum against his cock, swearing under his breath, the torturous feeling of your mouth slowly moving up as down his throbbing dick; it was all part of the plan.

Minutes later, you’re feeling his breathing pick up pace, his body twitching from under you, knowing he was close to releasing. You speed up as well, getting him as close as possible, being as sloppy as you could, spit spilling from your mouth as you make him look at you in the eyes whilst you deep throated him.

He was so so close.

Your lips leave his cock. He swings his head up, “what the fuck!” He booms, his cheeks red, his eyes glossed with complete and utter anger as he’s now desperately trying to find a way out of the restrains, the bars of your headboard bending from his strength at this point.

Todoroki was so mad, he didn’t even bat an eye at the way he was bending the bed frame that you both shared. The loud noise of the metal bending made the hair on your body stand up on its ends, you slip off of him, licking your lips; you watch in astonishment as he finally frees one hand, jolting up to free his other arm, your stomach is doing flips. He was fucking pissed.

Your boyfriend lifts the other handcuff off the bedpost, grabbing the little keys that were on the bed stand. Standing on your feet, you barely get the chance to make a run for it before you’re behind grabbed by the wrist, your front slamming onto the bed, Todoroki holding you by the back of the neck into the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted, y/n?” He taunts, “you wanted me to take my anger out on you right?” He gives you no time to answer, he rough hand tugging your lace thong to the side and getting on the bed on his knees to ensure he could maintain the strong hold on your neck.

“Well,” he begins, “that’s what you’re gonna get.” It took him no time to slide into you, letting out a loud groan, you’re barely able to move, he doesn’t allow you to look back at him as he begins drilling into you. Incapable of mustering up screams, they fall silent.

His cock hitting your cervix mercilessly, his hips slamming into your backside. He was going absolutely mad, you had never felt him do something like this; hitting new and foreign spots within your cunt that you didn’t even realize you had.

“You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?!” He pants, “you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” He grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your upper body up, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me, tell me princess, use your words.” He strains, your hand pudding against his v-line, which was your way of telling him to slow down.

“Sh-Shoto, I- Fuck,” you wail, the continuous pounding against your g-spot making you tremble, he knew it too.

“C’mon, say it or I’ll stop.” He repeats, hips knocking against you, he snakes his right hand around, using his index and middle to pinch your clit; sending you into a frenzy. You cry out, his fingers now working your clit bringing you right to your first orgasm almost instantly.

“Please Shoto, keep going.”

His fingers messily rub your clit, pussy clenching and sucking him in you release all over him, the cum dripping down your thighs and down his cock as you cry out a mantra of his name, tears streaming down your face, your free hand behind your head and gripping the thick hair in the back of his head.

He drops you back down, your weak body making it easier for him to quickly regain a grasp on the back of your neck to keep you back down and pinned, “make me cum princess, you’re doing such a good job- fuck- keep suckin’ me in like that.” He leans forward only a little to fix his angle, hand holding your hips in place as he chases his orgasm.

But you feel as if you two are far from done.

He slows, you were beyond shocked he had this self control, he then stops thrusting into you completely, pushing you down, he drops onto the bed onto his back, “get on.” Leading you onto his waist, you slide down onto his cock, letting out a whine, your head dropping down and your messy hair messily covering your face.

“You’re gonna stay still for me, right princess?” You nod. He huffs, lifting up your hips and picking up where he left off, you immediately cave inwards, mouth falling open as you practically drop your upper body onto him, “sit up- sit up or I’ll stop.” You try your best to sit back up, your hands on his lower half as he fucks you, his hits thrashing upwards into your beaten up cunt; he wouldn’t stop, he didn’t spare you any time as he’s now ripping another orgasm out of you, this time more of your juices soaking his stomach and down into the sheets, the wet spot growing under your bodies as he fills you.

Screaming his name, you want to buck you knees inwards from the pace and strength he was thrusting, you could feel him fuck into you so deep that it sent you into another universe, your head clearly not all there- seeing stars, eyes rolling back and clenching your walls around him.

“Fuck, why didn’t I do this sooner.” He grunts, stopping, with his hands still on your hips, he’s pushing you back down and sliding his hands up your thighs until he pins your legs against your chest, sweat dripping from his forehead as he leans over you and easily slides back into you, “you’re so beautiful- god- you’re so beautiful.” He purrs, his body ramming against yours, cock once again hitting unimaginable nerves as you whine and cry for him.

“Please- Shoto.” You bawl, “‘feels so good.”

It was easy to say that you both were seeing white, you were dizzy and lightheaded, you didn’t realize you were clenching so hard around his cock that he needed to try harder to drill into you, “mh’ keep sucking me in like that, I’m gonna’” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s filling you to the fucking brim with his seed.

He wasn’t done.

He grabs you by the hair, lifting your head to make him watch as he takes his two fingers and picks up the mix of his and your cum, scooping it and yanking up your head further close to his own, “open.” He commands, your mouth opens, lolling out your tongue; sticking his fingers down your throat, the cocktail of cum seeping down your throat and you swallow, “good- so good.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses you, the sweat from his face was remnant on his lips, you could taste everything.

Todoroki plops himself onto the destroyed bed. Pulling you onto his chest, you were beyond fucked out, you could barely comprehend anything that was going around you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you.”

#todoroki smut #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha smut #bnha #my hero academia #lemon #mha x reader #shoto todoroki

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vacuousaugust · 3 years

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Temptations Lead to Order

You know it’s not good to rush into things. At least, not without information and research. And sometimes what you find leads you to have a need for limits..all so you won’t break.

You sighed, staring at your dream journal, which sat between your phone and a bag of snacks you have yet to touch. Your parents came back from shopping and apparently thought you’d appreciate some extra treats. Before you could explain to them what you wanted to do, they’d given you a bag of candies and chips and kissed you on your forehead. Their smiles kept you from speaking up.

Now you felt like you were facing Satan while trying to write a bible.

Before your parents came in with good-natured temptations, you’d been scouring the internet for anything that would help in your journey. Sitting down now, though - noticing how every part of you rubbed against every other part - was a huge distraction. Every few minutes, you had the strongest urge to simply write in your journal “Let’s just not eat for a couple months” because the thought of sitting in your shell for any longer was driving you mad.

But based on your research - going through various blogs and maybe legit eating disorder-based websites - trying to fast straight out would lead to more harm than good. At least most of the time. You side-eyed the bag and tapped the pen you were holding on the table. After a few moments more of staring at the bag, you sighed again, reached in, and pulled out a single tootsie roll. You didn’t open it though, not yet. You just studied it. This lasted a while until, almost spontaneously, you grabbed the whole bag and poured it onto the table, covering your phone and notebook with sweet and savoury treats.

It took you another ten minutes, but eventually you looked at each of the snacks in the bag: you analysed the wrappers, felt the textures of the bars, chips, and roll-ups, and smelled all of them individually. Sometime in-between that you’d fished for your notebook and began jotting things down. The chips smell like ___; The gummies feel ____. And after you were done with your strange, sudden analysis, you looked at the list, quickly coming to a conclusion:

‘None of this food is actually any good.’

Especially after looking at the ingredients and nutritional value, you realised that everything your parents bought you was pretty gross the more you thought about it. In your list, each item had at least 1 bad trait to it, and all lead to a similar conclusion when you recalled eating them: you would either eat too much and feel like utter garbage, or you would crave different foods and eat twice as much as you planned to. All of these snacks were basically drugs. You had to get off them. So you wrote in your journal a few things, then packed up and left, tucking everything back in the bag and putting it on a shelf that you had to jump to reach, and walking back to your room.

“So... I discovered that I’ve been addicted. To food, I mean. Nothing that I’ve normally eaten is any good for me, which explains why my body is like it is. I want to fix that, but first I need some rules. That makes sense, right? Everybody needs rules so they don’t go overboard or something. Anyways, here’s mine:

I can’t control what my parents give me, or how much. They probably wouldn’t understand anyways. So I’ll have to find ways to hide my food.

I should eat, because apparently starving isn’t a *good* option. For now, we’re going to just eat less. Um, I’ll see how much less later..

I should have goals. Everybody has goals. When I looked, people had something like “CW” “SW” “LW” etc. Whatever that means. I should do that. A dream board or something would be good too

Inspiration! I almost forgot inspiration. I can’t run on motivation alone. Find people like me. People who can understand. Possible places: Tumblr? Twitter?

Remind myself that I can do this, and that nobody can stop me. I’m in control.

I know this one seems strange. Who just looks through a bag of junk food, inspect its contents, then decide that “Wow, what intriguing information. Better make some rules for myself!” It seems too random, no?

In all honesty, it wasn’t really supposed to make sense. Kind of, but not really. When someone is eager, excited, desperate for change, they can act in confusing ways. To us, “You” isn’t making any sense. But in “Your” mind, things are clicking.

Lore-wise (pfft, yeah, okay so there’s lore now), You needed a trigger to finally begin planning. I personally think the ingredients in snacks are nasty when you break it down, and though I still eat them out of greed and habit, I’m more aware of how much of it I actually want to put in my body. In this case, during the whole weird inspection, You was hungry, and it only got worse as You looked at the snacks they refused to eat. This makes them realise that losing weight is going to be harder than they thought, so they cleared their minds enough to write some base rules and steps so they could get started at, least a little bit.

*Insert suitable conclusion here*

#thinspo imagine #thinspii #thinsp0 #thinn #tw ed #proana #anorekxia #anorex #thinspo

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 13

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: Flangst, NSFW

WC: 2974

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Dean carries her over to the bed in the room they are in, with them still connected, making her sit on his lap as he wraps his arms around her body and rests his head on her chest. His fingers stroke up and down her back and she does the same to him. Tiny hands travel up and down his sweaty back, fingers stroking at the short hair on the back of his neck.

He revels in the touch, never realizing that he felt touch-starved all this time.

“How are you feeling?” Dean looks up at her and his heart blooms when he sees her smiling.

Y/N leans down, kisses him and he cranes his neck to reach her better. Her lips are soft and tender. His taste still lingers on the tip of her tongue.

After a while of coming down from their high, he lifts her off his lap and she whines at the loss of his dick inside of her. The wet squelching sound is lewd and loud. Dean pulls her close to kiss her temple but he pushes himself away after some time, leaving her there to pick up their clothes.

He quickly pulls his shirt over his head, gets back into his underwear and pants because he wants to get her into the apartment as soon as possible. Dean walks over to her, tells her to stand up and drapes his jacket over her naked body. He holds out her torn dress and shoes for her, telling her to hold on to it and picks her up into his arms.

Her eyes are almost closing when he makes his way up to his apartment and she nuzzles closer into his chest.

In the apartment, he sits her down onto the couch, making her drink water while he walks into the bathroom and draws a bath for them.

Dean gets her into the tub, making her sit in his lap as he begins to rub and stroke her whole body. He starts to massage the knots out of her shoulders. He’s hard again, but that’s unavoidable in her close vicinity.

He sprays kisses on the nape of her neck and makes a path to her shoulder, “How are you feeling?”

She tilts her face, leans her head against his chest, “Good, I’m very tired,”

Chuckling, he kisses the top of her head before he moves himself away and gets out of the bath and lifts her out too. Dean wraps her up in a towel, sits her on the closed toilet lid and they brush their teeth. He leaves her to finish her night ritual and goes out to look at his phone. The party’s still going on downstairs. He hears the music faintly.

Dean sees Cas’ message, notices that he had sent him a link. When Dean clicks on it, it takes him to a news website where a photographer uploaded the pictures from the party. They’re so quick, it blows Dean's mind. He clicks through pictures, sees a couple of him and Y/N in the background. He smiles, moves his phone to the nightstand and goes back into the bathroom to see if she’s finished.

Y/N applies cream to her face, and she’s watching him through the mirror. She’s still naked and so is he, smirking when she notices his boner.

Dean moves forward, kisses her shoulder, “Come on, let’s go to bed,”

She turns around, nodding, and Dean picks her up, carries her over, slipping into the bed next to her.

He lies awake, listening to her breathing, listening to her heart beat. It’s easy, he thinks, easy to take care of her. He never knew he wanted that. That he wanted to take care of anyone except Sam. He saw sex as a way to release his stress and never cared about what comes after, to be honest, but he likes this. Likes the intimate moments when they recover together. Dean doesn’t lie when he thinks it’s even better than the act itself, and that is totally new to him. It’s not bad. No, he thinks it’s great.

Dean wakes to a vibration sounding loud from the nightstand and he quickly untangles himself from her limbs, rolls away gently so as to not wake her up. He takes a look at the caller ID.

“Cas?” He whispers, tries to keep his voice down.

“Yeah, we have a situation. Meet me at the entrance?”

Dean looks at the clock on his nightstand, sees 4.38am on it and releases a deep sigh, “Yeah, I’ll be right down,”

The mornings are chilly in the city and Dean pulls the zipper of his sweater to the top. It was hard leaving her in his bed. He hopes that she won’t wake up and notice him missing.

Dean walks around the corner to the front and Cas’ already waiting with one of the security guys.

He doesn’t need to ask what’s going on because he sees it, sees the paint along the wall. It’s bright red, almost blinding him. A stark contrast to the grey of the morning.

The red paint is fresh. It’s still dripping down the walls.

“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath and tries to not step into a puddle of paint, “When did that happen?”

Cas shrugs, “We don’t know. Must have happened between closing and now,” The dark haired man is still dressed in his tux, “We finished cleaning up inside and when I was on the way home I saw it,”

Between closing and now. That’s a two hour window.

“Have you two looked at the security cams?” He asks into the round.

“The security cams have been tampered with. There’s no footage whatsoever.”

“Fuck,” Dean’s shouting now.

“You think it has something to do with the emails?” Cas asks, a look of concern on his face.

“I don’t know,” Dean says, shaking his head.

Dean really doesn’t know. There have been threatening emails for a year now, but he doesn’t keep track of every one of them. He even knows the source of some of them. Other club owners in the close vicinity who are jealous of Dean’s success but he’s never fallen victim to any kind of damage before. This is totally new and it pisses him off.

“Right, report it to the police, do whatever you have to do, okay? Get someone to clean up. I want it gone by the time we open up again,” Dean turns around, doesn’t wait for an answer.

He’s fucking pissed and punches at the elevator wall when he steps in. He takes a ride back up to his apartment with his eyes closed. Dean knows that he should deal with it but he’s really not in the fucking mood. He’s riding on a fucking high and he won’t let this incident disturb the calm.

Before he gets back into the apartment, he takes a couple of deep breaths, wills his body to stop trembling.

Inside, Dean peels himself from his clothes and slips back into bed, gets under the covers and presses his body to hers for some warmth. He buries his face into the back of her neck and she stirs.

“Shhhh,” Dean hushes, draping an arm around her to weigh her down and hold her still.

It’s not long before he falls asleep again.

Y/N wakes up to Dean snuggling close to her. She feels his warm breath on the back of her neck, feels his heavy arms around her body.

She blinks a couple of times, yawns and rubs at her eyes. Gently, she rolls herself out of his embrace and Dean grunts at the loss of her in his arms. Her body goes rigid and she watches him from her standing position, holding in her breath. She exhales when she sees him burying his face back into the pillow, his lips are slightly parted, snoring a little too.

It’s actually ridiculously cute. He looks so peaceful and soft. She has a hard time tearing her eyes from him.

Taking a couple of steps, she feels that she’s still sore but it’s not as bad as she thought she would be, so at least there’s that.

Oh god, he made her come so many times last night and he was rough with her. To her own surprise, she was totally okay with it, even welcomed the sensation of being at his mercy. This has never happened before in her life. She doesn’t even think she laid so much trust in Cole. Maybe it was because Dean asked several times if it was okay for her, he made sure that she knew that she can say stop anytime, and she believed and trusted him that he would have stopped when it would have been too much for her to handle.

She went into it relaxed. Her body was willing to accept it and didn’t put up a fight, and so her muscles aren’t as sore as she thought they would be.

Inside the bathroom, she takes a look into the mirror, grinning at herself for the first time in years. Usually, she only frowns at her own reflection. Y/N takes her time, washes her face, brushes her teeth and tries to right her hair.

When she sits down to pee, she feels a blob of his cum running out of her and she squints. Her pussy’s wet and it tingles at the thought of what they did. She can’t help it. Dean really does this to her. He’s awakened all the things that she thought she’d never had in her. She was never a sexual person per se, but now she’s got a taste of it and she wants more, which is really bad, isn’t it?

No, she decides. It’s not bad to know what she wants. It’s not bad that the person she wants wants her back. Because he does, doesn’t he? Dean said he cares for her. She likes that. For the first time in her life, someone really does care about her.

Y/N walks out and searches for her phone. She finds it on the kitchen counter where she left it before going down to the party. There are three missed calls. One from her probably future landlord and two from Jody Mills.

Shit.

She was supposed to call the woman back but she forgot in all the haze of the break in, and then there was no time because of the party and ugh.

Y/N wonders why Mrs. Mills didn’t leave a message though, but she can’t dwell on that. She has to call her landlord first, seeing if she is getting the apartment or not.

She got the apartment and is doing a victory dance butt naked in his apartment, but at that moment, she doesn’t really care. Things are really starting to look up for her and she seriously can’t be more happy about it.

Turning and twisting around, she stares right into the Dean’s face, who’s very awake and very much grinning at her, with his tousled hair and the back on his head propped on a pillow. The lower half of his body is covered by the sheets but she can see from here that he must at least be half hard. Her body goes rigid and she stops her dance mid-motion. She looks down, trying to avoid his gaze by staring at her toes.

“Oh, no, don’t stop on my account,” He says, his voice is gravelly, very deep from sleep.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” She scoffs and turns away, places her phone back on the counter and turns to stroll towards the bed. She’s probably visibly flustered, at least her cheeks feel warm.

Dean chuckles, “No, of course you weren’t.” And then he adds, “But there’s something wrong,”

Her eyebrows rise up her forehead, “What?”

He grins, wide and white. And it’s damn smug too. He looks younger like this. All playful eyes and cocky smile. It reminds her of high school Dean, “You’re dancing over there instead of in my lap,” He pats his lap to emphasize it.

Y/N rolls her eyes and Dean laughs.

“No, seriously,” He says, “What are you so happy about?”

It’s her turn to grin when she’s standing at the foot of the bed. Her hands go to grab at the sheets, pulling them down and she watches as Dean’s cock springs free. It twitches at the feel of cooler air around it.

Dean’s eyes go darker, and the grin on his face disappears when he watches her climb onto the bed, crawling towards him on all fours.

She slots herself in between his thighs, spraying kisses on his skin. Dean bites down on his bottom lip, his hands balled into fists on the side of his body.

Her mouth gets closer to his dick and she sees it twitching visibly. She sticks her tongue out with a grin before the tip of her tongue tickles at his ball sac.

“Jesus, Y/N,” He groans out while she giggles.

Licking at his balls, she takes one of them into her mouth, sucks at it and strokes her tongue against it. He has a hard time controlling himself; his knuckles are turning white, she notices.

“Come on,” He almost whines, “What was that all about, huh?”

Grinning, she licks up his shaft, the tip of her tongue playing with his sensitive string, “I got an okay to move into my new apartment,” She says, still smiling before her lips quickly sealing around the head of his dick. His taste fills her up immediately. It’s salty, kind of bitter but delicious on her tongue.

“Wha— Holy fu—!” Dean groans out audibly. She watches him throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

Y/N bobs her head, hollowing out her cheeks, and takes him in further. She retches and chokes, drool seeps out of the corner of her mouth. She hears him cursing above her.

“Get on it, I want you to ride me,” His voice is hoarse, his hands grabbing at her arm to pull her up.

She sits on him and grinds on his slick dick, her folds parting, rubbing herself up and down his shaft and Dean’s hands find her tits, kneading and twirling his fingers around her erect nipples.

“You’re a fucking tease,” He whispers as one of his hand smacks down on her tit, making her arch her back and grind on his dick harder, “When will you move?”

Why does he have to talk about that now? It blows her fucking mind.

Lifting up her hips, she positions his dick to her entrance and sits down slowly, moaning out as she goes, “Fuck,” She has to close her eyes briefly. His dick always fills her so fucking good.

Dean’s hands are on her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh on the side of her waist when he feels him bottoming out.

“He needs to clean it first. I should be good to go in two days,”

Y/N rests her hand on his chest when she starts to ride him. She grinds down on every downthrust, taking him even deeper and it tickles her cervix. It’s a sharp pain but not necessarily a bad pain. It’s actually more pleasure than anything else, “Oh god, you’re so deep,”

His hands are firm on her hips at first but Dean moves them up, cupping her tits in between, kneads them roughly and spanks down on them once more before he locks his hand around her throat.

“You’re close, ain’t that so? I can feel it, baby,” His voice is low, she feels the bass of it vibrating in his chest that’s underneath the palms of her hands, “Look at me,”

“Uh-huh,” She bites on her lips. She blinks, preventing her eyes from closing to be able to look him in the eye.

Dean’s eyes are dark, and he licks his lips as he watches her coming undone above him. The grip around her throat tightens and there’s not enough air in her lungs. She starts to whimper.

“Keep on riding, baby,” He coos, “Come on my cock. That’s it, keep on going, you’re doing so good,”

She resorts to grinding because riding seems to be too much right now and oh god, his pelvis rubs so good against her clit.

“Fffff—” She bites down on her bottom lip harder, not sure if she draws blood but she tastes copper in her mouth.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” Dean whispers, “Good girl, keep going,”

She comes with a shout but there’s nothing coming out of her throat, she feels light headed, her body trembles above him and the only thing keeping her upright are Dean’s hands around her throat.

Dean’s grunting and his arms are shaking as he lets go of her throat, pulling her down to him. She buries her face in the crook of his neck as he bites at the place where her shoulder meets her neck, painting her insides with his cum as he does it.

They stay connected a little longer, with Dean spraying kisses all over her face. Her forehead, her eyes, his hand steadily stroking her back, while he kisses him below his ear and breathes in the scent of him. She loves how he smells.

The silence is deafening and he hasn’t asked more about her move. Dean’s suddenly reserved and she doesn’t know what’s wrong.

After a while Dean stirs underneath her, kisses the top of her head before he whispers, “Come on, let’s take a shower, you have to go to work soon,”

Y/N doesn’t say anything to that. She lets him pull her along and carry her into the shower with him.

Chapter 14

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Hi! I know it's been a while since you wrote it, but I recently re-read in Flanders Fields, and I needed you to know how much I love it. It's maybe my favourite piece of fanftiction ever, and it has a very special place in my heart. I read it first when it was still being published, and it's been living in my mind rent free ever since. I was wondering if there was anything you left out of it that you wanted to talk abt? Dw if you don't wanna respond to this, it's mostly to let you know how much I loved this fic (and also to try get myself some extra content ;p )

Thank you so much! That’s-- ah, this means a lot to hear. It’s fucking wild that IFF went up less than a calendar year ago, huh? The aesthetic choice to have Neil not wearing a mask in surgery did not age well One of the things that I really enjoy about writing fanfiction is that you’re working with a reader base who already has a body of information about the characters, relationships, etc., and whatever you change, or don’t change, you can still imply things or have background interactions that don’t requrie as much in-text explanation, because it’s reasonable to assume your audience will pick up what you’re putting down based on what they already know. (It’s why, for example, in BAST from the year before, I was skimpy on the details of Nathan and Lola’s violence, and on Andrew’s abuse. The readers already had the relevant basics, and I tried to toss out enough details about what changed so that, hopefully, y’all’d get the picture.) That said, the reference to Kevin’s tattoo in the chapter with the wine cellar has never sat quite comfortably with me. The scene itself I kept in not just for the trivia (that’s based on a real event, one that I doubt was isolated, of soldiers being ordered to blow an alcohol cache and drinking themselves silly instead), but because I wanted to keep up with the narrative of Andrew protecting Kevin, and also how he protects “his” other people with Kevin as an example. The tattoo was an easter egg to myself, and to the readers, to indicate to us why Kevin was upset, though Andrew didn’t know the specifics. (More after the cut)

But I wish I had put a bit more buildup to that, a bit more backstory. In the fic as a whole I feel it sticks out as a random detail, and I’d have liked to either remove it and find something else to reference, or seed more of Kevin’s backstory earlier, so the tattoo, and Kevin touching it when remembering shit that upset him, wasn’t so-- weird? Incongruous? Because I didn’t include the backstory in the story proper, I had only a vague outline of what Kevin’s life had been like pre-Andrew’s Squad. Therefore this isn’t going to hold up to the level of fact-checking and forehead-creasing-late-night-museum-website searching that I tried and sometimes almost succeeded in applying over the rest of the fic. That said, what was in MY head while writing, was: Like in canon, the Moriyamas set Kayleigh up to be killed in an accident (likely horse-drawn-carriage, though there WERE some automotive vehicles around pre Model-T-Ford), and took Kevin to be, well, Riko’s. Instead of Exy, Kevin was raised to be Riko’s retainer, second, bodyguard...whatever Riko needed. Or wanted. I’ve shunted Riko and Kevin, at least, to England for this, because the US did fuckall in WWI. Kevin endured canon-typical abuse from Riko, including the paired face tattoos, but also excelled in the training and tasks the Moriyamas set him; he was in particular a very skilled shot. Riko did not break his hand (that big ol’ rock from the shell blast did that, whoop), but after a particularly ugly altercation on the eve of war Kevin made his defiant stand by running away and enlisting in the Irish army, not the English, out of loyalty to the mother he barely remembered. It took Wymack a while to track Kevin down after Kayleigh’s death. Once he did, he spent the following years attempting get Kevin away from the Moriyamas. Unfortunately-- though to his credit-- this garnered their attention. As a Filipino man in Britain, he already had difficulty finding work; as a Filipino man who had made himself a nusiance to a powerful crime family, it became impossible. He joined the army to keep from starving on the street, and found to his surprise that he was good at it. He gained a reputation among the enlisted men for being impossible to kill-- for being lucky-- something that provided him with a great deal of dark amusement. Despite continued trying, he did not manage to meet Kevin until Kevin wound up under Whittier’s command. By then he knew Kevin was his child; I haven’t decided how, or when, he found out.

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Lovely (Ethan x F!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 2,100+ Warning: Adult language Premise: Adding her on social media was a dangerous mistake. Particularly when she posts a picture looking like that. Tags: @openheart12 | @ethandaddyramsey | @noboundariesplease | @silverlitskies |

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“Post, post, post!” her roommates chanted with alcohol fueled enthusiasm.

Lilac, the least drunk of the group, though not by a lot, peered at her friends quizzically. They were sprawled on different parts of their living room, gazing at her with glazed eyes and sloppy smiles. In her own drunken state, she wondered how the night turned from board games and drinks to Lilac spilling her guts about Ethan following her on social media. Of course, she had left out his name and so her roommates only surmised it was some new flame she was interested in.

God, she wanted him with such desperation that it physically hurt sometimes. If she hadn't had several drinks, she'd feel miserable and somewhat pathetic.

“You guys don't even know who this guy is,” Lilac returned and she realized immediately that was not entirely true. As the words left her mouth, Sienna and Elijah shared a massive, knowing grin. Lilac's face flushed at the memory of running into them while trying to sneak Ethan out all those months ago.

Luckily, Aurora and Jackie were too drunk to notice the exchange.

“It's that Lahela guy, isn't it?” Aurora offered.

“Not likely,” returned Jackie at once. “Lilac said this guy was good-looking and smart.” She instantly wrinkled her nose, looking far more dejected than was warranted. “It's a lot more fun when he's here to hear me insult him.”

“That one was weak,” Elijah commented with a laugh, elongating the last word. “If he was here, he would've destroyed you with a comeback.”

Before Jackie could reply, Sienna leaped up from her place on the rug and plopped down next to Lilac on the couch. “I know what picture you should post,” she exclaimed excitedly, brandishing her phone in front of Lilac's face. A blur of green was all she could see as Sienna waved the phone. “Remember that green dress you bought for your cousin's wedding before they called it off?”

“Let's talk about that for a second,” Aurora said with renewed interest.

Sienna didn't seem to hear this because she went on, “The one with the neckline and the slit?”

Lilac remembered. She also remembered the picture she had sent Sienna to show it off. Lilac standing in front of a body-length mirror clad in the forest green number, phone strategically positioned to cover her face so the emphasis would be on the plunging neckline and on the shapely leg escaping from the slit.

“That dress could kill a man,” Sienna said approvingly as they both inspected the picture on her screen. “It's equal parts classy and also—”

“Slutty?” Lilac offered. It was how she described her style on most days and she was far from ashamed of it.

“If he wasn't in such great shape, you'd give the poor man a heart attack. I'm sure Eth—” she started but abruptly stopped when she remembered the others. One nervous glance around told Lilac they were not listening anyway. They were busy filling Aurora in on the drama of the canceled wedding. Sienna lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “I'm sure your mystery guy will love it. He was all over you when you wore that navy blue dress in Miami.”

Perhaps it was the memory of that night and his kisses on the balcony, or the alcohol coursing through her, or maybe the way her heart pined for him every time their eyes met, wishing desperately they could do more, that made Lilac say, “Fine, I'll post a—”

“Thirst trap,” Elijah chimed in with a cheer.

They all laughed out loud, even Lilac. Another indicative that they should really stop drinking for the night. The semi rational part of her brain reminded her that she should've stopped drinking when posting a provocative picture with the most basic pose imaginable in hopes of entrapping a man that might not even be watching seemed like a good idea.

With a burst of courage and recklessness, Lilac found the picture, wrote a ridiculous caption that would make her hungover self tomorrow morning cringe, and pressed "post" before they could spend another twenty minutes discussing her predicament and before the chanting resumed.

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The account was supposed to be strictly for a one-time use. Ethan had planned to delete the damned thing as soon as Gwyneth's case had been solved and treated. Wasn't that part of the reason why he had allowed Lilac to use that ridiculous picture of him at the beach? It was meant to be a gag, something that would never see the light of day.

Yet, he had found himself gravitating towards the tab left open on his laptop every time he used it. His subconscious had equated the inane website with learning more about Lilac. And despite his many attempts to convince himself that he shouldn’t care, he did. She was the only person he had ever wanted to learn more about, with such a desperate conviction that would be alarming to her if he ever confessed.

He cared so deeply that the word “care” did not properly describe the unbridled longing in his chest. One did not flee to the Amazon for two months to escape “care.”

Ethan pushed that dangerous thought away.

“Thirty minutes, Ethan,” Reggie said from the doorway to the bar. It was his usual way to inform him how long it’d take him to clean-up and thus the amount of time Ethan had left to enjoy his drink in blissful solitude.

He was alone, typically how he enjoyed drinking, yet he found no peace. Memories of the last time he was at that very beer garden with her accosted his thoughts. The way her bright green eyes looked startling in the golden lights floating all around and the feel of her soft lips on his.

Before he could stop himself, he pulled out his phone and opened the app. His weakness was such that he had figured out how to download the damn app on his phone. It was almost comical that now he could look at her whenever and however long he wanted on a screen, as if she wasn't inhabiting his mind at every hour.

Ethan was determined to find his favorite post, a picture of her at that very bar, taken a few months ago by her friend, Dr. Trinh. Before he could, however, his eye caught a notification from the app itself.

“Pictagram: dr.allende just shared a new post.”

It was time stamped one hour ago. Ethan briefly commended himself on going a whole hour without staring at her face like the pitiful stalker he was becoming. Before he could feel ashamed and pathetic, he opened her new post and almost choked on his drink.

“Fuck,” he murmured into the quiet night, setting his glass down on a side table nearby. Without realizing it, he sat much straighter on the outdoor sofa.

His eyes desperately roamed every inch of the image, unsure where to settle. There was the expanse of her exposed leg, or the dangerously plunging neckline of her dress, the casual sway of her hip. His hands had clutched on to those hips, fingers digging slightly into her skin as they both lost themselves to unmitigated pleasure.

It was downright criminal how good she looked in the picture, exposing enough to drive a man insane but not enough to be crass. Apparently, he was not the only one to think so. In the mere hour the picture had been up, it had already accrued 220 of those "likes" Lilac had explained.

Ethan continued to stare at the picture like a starved man. It took everything in his power not to call her and somehow convince her to take him back, his morals and conviction be damned. That was the power Dr. Lilac Allende and her green dress wielded over him.

The distant clanging of bottles startled him out his thoughts so abruptly that Ethan almost dropped his phone. He caught it quite unceremoniously and as he turned the screen back to him, he noticed a red heart animation appearing and disappearing in the middle of her picture.

"Shit," he muttered when he realized he, too, like the 220 others had "liked" the picture. Upon further inspection, he realized he had even accidentally commented the single letter "I".

A bit frantic, he tapped at his phone to figure out a way to get rid of the damn thing. He could not bear Lilac learning he leered at her picture at 1 AM and was so affected he could barely type a coherent sentence. Even if that was a hundred percent true. Ethan was getting nowhere, except to an early grave, when a text message notification came in.

“Like what you see?”

It was Lilac.

Goddammit, she had seen.

Ethan considered not replying. Yet, even as he entertained the thought, he knew he couldn't resist.

“Along with 220 others,” he replied before he could stop himself. He realized belatedly that the real count was 220 others plus Bryce Lahela (scalpellahela).

“Those 220 others can look all they want but they can't touch,” was her immediate response.

His breath caught a little. The power she had over him was astounding.

“But you can,” she added when he did not respond.

God almighty. She was determined to kill him.

A few minutes ticked by and his phone buzzed with an incoming call. When he started the call, he was greeted by what sounded like distant wolf whistles, followed by the sound of a door closing.

“You okay over there?” she asked by form of greeting. Her voice was teasing in a way that was absolutely maddening.

“Fine,” Ethan replied in what he hoped was a convincing, leveled voice.

“Where are you anyway?” She spoke in a sultry sort of drawl that did nothing to placate his traitorous body's reaction to her photo.

“Donahue's. Finishing up my drink,” he replied, eyeing his forgotten scotch on the table where he had set it. “Anyway, sorry if I awoke you. I accidentally liked and commented.”

“Accidentally,” she repeated in a tone that suggested she did not believe him. “So you don't like my dress and you're not at a loss for words?”

“I never said that,” he returned at once. “You look…”

What was a professional way of saying “fucking irresistible” or “like I want to peel that dress off with my teeth”?

“Good,” he said lamely, though his strangled voice suggested far more. She picked up on that, of course.

“And what are you going to do about that?” she asked in a deliberately innocent whisper.

“Lilac,” he warned, as he always did when their conversation veered towards volatile territory.

“There's nothing wrong with just telling me, Ethan,” she offered and he could have sworn she sounded almost pleading.

He did not argue, as he usually did. Mostly because another intellectual argument with her, in addition to the photo and the way she all but purred in his ear, would allow his desire for her to win. He'd be on his way to her bed in moments.

“Tell me,” she prompted again.

With a sigh, he gave in.

“That dress is...”

“Yes?”

“Sinful.”

There was a small pause at the other end of the line.

“Should I wear it out?”

“Absolutely,” he returned, completely enraptured by the direction this was all heading. He could feel his inhibitions vanish.

“Where to?”

“My bed.”

She did not miss a beat.

“Ideally, I'd be out of the dress for that, then,” she returned in that sexy drawl of hers. Ethan was astounded he was not in the car, speeding to her apartment at that very moment.

“Fuck, Lilac,” he murmured.

“So you can do that, yes,” she responded in a whisper so low that he almost didn’t catch it.

He said nothing, fearing he would sound like an incomprehensible imbecile if he did.

A long silence, and then, “Ethan?”

“Yes?”

He heard her suck in a breath, almost as if mustering up courage. “I miss you.”

There was an unbearable tugging at his chest. He never had her courage, but now that she had laid it out for him, he couldn’t resist admitting the same. “You know I do too.”

Another small silence.

“Come over,” she said at last and he could hear the tones of humor in her voice. Almost as if she knew what he was going to say. Perhaps she did know. The brief illusion in which they saw each other as lovers and not colleagues, had inevitably come to an end. As it always did.

He laughed good-naturedly. “Go to sleep.”

“With you?”

Despite himself, he grinned. He knew at the other end, she would be too.

“Good night, Lilac.”

“Good night, Ethan.”

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A/N: Ah, these two will have to sleep together sooner than later.

THANK YOU so much if you read this silly, pointless thing!

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P.S. I made that Instagram post Ethan loves of MC at Donahue’s but didn’t put it in the story. LOL, I love the idea of him stalking her posts. That man is so in love.

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