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Barista manager!Shinsou, who reprimands y/n for her break in dress code by bending her over the drive thru window, while she’s taking an order

(i will be writing this properly)

Espresso ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

barista!shinsou x fem!reader, nsfw, light degredation, semi-public (no one sees them but the threat is there), lowercase, modern/collage au

this is verrrry self indulgent so i apologize if its a little messy

“y/n.” 

you turned to look at your manager, shinsou, his commanding voice catching you off guard. 

“yeah?” you respond, slightly concerned. shinsou was hardly ever cross with you. you’d been working under him for a few months, deciding to take a job baristaing at a local coffee shop right next to your college. hitoshi attended the same college, though he was studying in a different department so you never really crossed paths. however, that didn't stop the little butterflies from dancing around in your stomach every time you made eye contact, or he brushed against you while working. but back to the present, you were about to get scolded. 

“that skirt is too short.” curt, to the point, and causing the heat to rise in your cheeks. you floundered for a response. 

“oh, really? must have shrunk in the wash...” the bell for the drive thru went off, startling you both.

you knew the skirt was too small, that’s why you picked it, but now that your plan had worked and you'd gotten his attention, you contemplated if this was a bad idea after all. grateful for the interruption, you scurried off to the window. it was a pretty slow day, no one was in the shop at the moment.

shinsou said nothing as you fluttered around the small area, getting the orders. a chill traced up your spine, feeling his gaze on your back…then lower. 

shinsou began making the drink, swift hands pulling shots and adding syrups. in no time the drink was placed on the windowsill, turning away from the customer you went to grab it, but your ass made contact with something hard. trying to regain your composure, grabbing the drink and—not so accidentally—leaning over the window all the way, causing your skirt to ride up.

“i was going to let you off with a warning for breaking dress code, but now your teasing me as well.” hitoshi whispered in your ear, his body hidden to any passers by, thanks to the menu sign on the window. tension between you two had been going on for months now. stolen glances and lingering touches, when he’d grab your hips to move past you even though there was plenty of room. but this…this was very different from all those. he’d never been this hands on, this assertive and forward. you kept up your customer service persona, but as soon as the window was clear, embarrassment came flooding into your face. shinsou stayed in place at your back, so close you could almost feel the outline of...

“toshi–”

“you’re acting highly unprofessional right now, practically grinding against me.” 

“you’re just as bad–” god, you could hardly speak. the bell dinged again and another car drove up to the window. hitoshi lingered for one second, then the warmth of his body was gone. relief was sweet but short, because even though the man—who hopefully had no idea what had just happened–was a great distraction, his drink and pastry were done all too quickly. 

“here you go, mister, have a wonderful day!” the second the window shut again, hitoshi was in your ear and his hand was snaking up your thigh. 

“do you want me to stop?” his question surprised you, but the feelings you’d been harboring for him had gone on for so long. though this was neither the time nor the place in which you’d thought he’d be taking you, you didn't protest. In fact, you leaned farther on the counter, allowing him to take hold of your hips. 

“you do realize this is a punishment right? i expect you to look and behave properly from here on out.” before you could respond his palm was dancing along the edge of your panties, sliding one long finger over your clothed slit. stifling a jolt you pushed farther into his touch. shinsou chuckled behind you. deftly, his fingers circled your clit, arousal already dripping out of you. 

“cute panties.” he teased and gave a quick pop to your butt, which caused an involuntary sound of pleasure to escape you. clasping your hand over your mouth, you turned your head to look at him, arching your back a little. “look at that face, you’ve wanted this for so long haven't you? and to think this was all it took, a little rule breaking, a little slutty.” 

“hitoshi, I…” you weren't sure what you wanted to say, you liked him, truly. a twindge of worry shot through your head, what is someone did see. yes the thought made your heart race even more, setting fire to your veins, but that adrenaline was new still. but another—slightly harsher–pop to your ass took you out of it. 

“if you don’t like this, i can stop.” 

“no, please, keep going. i deserve to get reprimanded, right?” the last part came out more sultry than indented, lust lacing your words. hitoshi chuckled again, a deep, gruff sound which only served to make you wetter. and he could feel it. 

“shit, you wanna do this here? where anyone could walk in, and see you whoring yourself out?” 

you nodded to his degradation, bouncing on your heels, trying to make your already tiny skirt seem even shorter. hitoshi ran his hand across you, cupping your pussy again, then slid inside your panties. your clit was trapped in between his middle and pointer fingers, the friction making you squirm. the compromising position, being so vulnerable, at any second you could be caught. rubbing your breasts against the window counter, trying to relieve some of the building pressure in your body. his pace kept painfully slow, winding you up with every stroke, only for you to  plummet back down with need. 

“please,” 

“need I remind you, this is a punishment. you’ll take it.” 

“yes, sir.” oh, that title, it did things to hitoshi. he released a heavy breath, the hand leaving your waist to grab his own cock, squeezing it in hopes of relieving his own strain. the fingers that trapped your clit traveled down, the tips of them dipping into your weeping cunt. your heart raced, the thrill of being caught, the euphoria of finally being touched by him. 

“dirty girl.” was all he said before one long finger entered you. curling up inside, his pace measured as you tried to keep from whining. the drive thru bell chimed again. a gasp left you as his fingers kept pumping in and out. 

“you’ve got this.” leaning up from the counter and trying your best to remain calm, the customer's face came into view. 

“hello, wh-what can i get for you?” they said their order, and with each stuttering question you asked, hitoshi added another finger. ‘will that be hot or iced?’ two, ‘what size is that?’ three, ‘is whole milk okay?’ four. your eyes were damn near rolling back, chest rising and falling rapidly, but oh god it felt so good, so full. 

hitoshi smiled, then pulled his fingers out, leaving you to collapse against the counter. Moving quickly to hide yourself from the customers view, you felt slick run down your thighs, panties soaked. watching the man, your breathing ragged, as he washed his hands quickly, preparing the ice, pulling a shot, mixing milk and syrups, like nothing at all had happened. 

“up.” and you obeyed, taking the drink from his hands and leaning back out to hand it over to the woman, a strained, flushed smile on your cheeks. she gave you a look, the kind that said, ‘i know what you’re doing’, you should have felt mortified, but it only made you ache for hitoshi more. 

turning back around to face him, his entire, cocky self now in full view. you wanted him to finish what he’d started, to make you cum on his fingers, to keep going until the shift was over, only to go again after closing. but no, when you cast your wide, pleading eyes on him, instead of bending you over, or filling you again, he just smirked. 

“what, you didn’t think i’d let you come, did you? no no, only good girls get that.” you were at a loss for words. 

“but-” your arms reached to wrap around his neck, pressing your chest against his. he wrapped you in a loose embrace. 

“if you can follow the rules until we close, then i might let you come home with me, and give a reward.” he spoke clearly, teasingly, you wanted to slap him and kiss him until you couldn't breathe. 

“i’ll be good!” you said, perhaps a bit too quickly and eagerly. he hummed and let go of you, letting your heels touch the floor, and stalking off casually to the back. 

you checked the clock, four more hours until closing. 

"just write the story you want to read!" they said. well, guess what, now i have 14 unfinished drafts because apparently, i want to read 14 different stories at once.

holy shit- that xiao fic got so many notes omg -///- i wasnt expecting that

It is 10:47 pm and I want a grilled cheese

After the Fire Dies ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ MDNI

———-> fyodor x reader x dazai

You made a mistake, how will you repent?

< After the actual smut, but still suggestive content, not proof read >

“S-seven…” You could hardly feel anymore, sweat clung to your body and your breaths came in panting gasps, all you could think about was how bad you had fucked up, was that really only a few hours ago? When Dazai was holding you so tightly, gripping you in all the right places. But now, your blood dripped from the slim slashes across your thighs and stained the white bedsheets, you struggled against your restraints, straining your arm to push the silky, black, blindfold off your eyes.

“So, malishka,” You could hear the grin in his smooth voice as he teased you with that special pet name, baby, not slut, or whore, but baby. He knew you’d get it wrong. You were almost certain that even if you did guess right, they wouldn't stop. “Who was touching you just now? Who made you cum?” Sucking in as much air as possible, limbs heavy, nose stuffed and tears streaked your poor, flushed face.

“You–Fedya.” A self-satisfied hmm came from one of them, you guess Dazai by the tone. Instantly you regretted your decision. ‘Wait–actually–”

“Too late, you already made a choice.” Dazai was speaking now, his voice lacked the accent that you loved so much, but still carried such a lustful melody. Suddenly the blindfold was slowly peeled off and you squinted your tear-filled eyes to the destroyed bedroom. Frantically looking at your lover, Fyodor, for approval, you were met with both men smirking down at you. So pretty. They were both so beautiful, where Fedya was slim angles and sharp bones, pale skin and striking, sharp eyes, Dazai was stronger, softer, still lean but bigger, not as deathly-pale and a mop of curly brown hair with matching honey eyes. They made a lovely pair, and had ruined you beyond comprehension.

“Ding ding ding!” Dazai sang out, hopping on the bed next to you.

“Good job malishka, how’d you know?” You guessed correctly? Finally! Honestly part of it was dumb luck but…

“You get…when you get tired you get softer, and you also kept licking the blood from my thighs, I figured Dazai would do that too but he’s inclined to be more–well–rough.” You looked down sheepishly. Fyodor pat your head and undid the restraints on your wrists and ankles, now you realized just how exposed you had been. A puddle of liquid, cum and spit and sweat and blood, was layered on every inch of your skin. Both of them started peppering kisses along your flesh, prickled with chills yet still overheated, a kiss to the collarbone by one man, a peck in between your breasts from another, they continued and Fyodor eventually went to fetch a warm cloth.

“What did we learn malishka?” Fyodor asked you later that night, Dazai in deep-sleep on the other side of the bed, still in the aftershock of their tortuous play-time, you trembled slightly against Fyodor's bare chest.

“I’m never going to sleep with another person–”

“No, say it exactly.”

“I-I am never going to cheat on you…” You looked back up at him for guidance.

“With Dazai,” He guided your words.

“Cheat on you with Dazai, or anyone else, ever again. I only want–need–you, Fedya.” He hummed at your confession. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” He replied simply, and you drifted off into sleep, body aching and face tear-stained and salty, still naked, but warm and so, so full

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ thx for reading! :)

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a lil nervous to actually post these but it seemed fun

“I have nothing to write!!!”

I scream at the blank word doc while my notes page full of original prompts for things I totally want to, and can write, glares at me

We put so much effort n thought into these 😭

𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐮 - 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐚

summary: in a world where people exhibit physical traits of their animal counterparts and societal status is based on secondary gender…

↳ warnings: no mineta… for obvious reasons (aged up characters)

a/n: @themellowminx and i have spent an ungodly amount of time world building for this

Alphas:

Bakugou - Lion

scent: caramel and cinnamon

Yaoyorozu - Black Puma

scent: oriental tea and orchids

Iida - Cheetah

scent: old books and soap suds

Todoroki - Snow Leopard

scent: white tea and pine trees

Satou - Rhinoceros

scent: flour and frosted desserts

Shinsou - Black Jaguar

scent: coffee beans and lavender

Shouji - Octopus

scent: sea salt and freshly washed laundry

Kirishima - Bernese Mountain Dog

scent: sweat and wet earth

Betas:

Ojiro - Howler Monkey

scent: coconut and bamboo

Sero - Raccoon

scent: fresh herbs and paprika

Midoriya - Stag

scent: unused notebooks and pencil lead

Asui - Frog

scent: rain and pond lilies

Tokoyami - Crow

scent: fog and damp stone

Ashido - Spotted Hyena

scent: bubblegum and watermelon lipgloss

Kaminari - Fox

scent: pineapples and butterscotch

Jiro - Fruit Bat

scent: nail polish and leather

Omegas:

Ururaka - River Otter

scent: freshly baked bread and cherry blossoms

Aoyama - Peacock

scent: chocolate croissants and red wine

Kouda - Capybara

scent: wildflowers and morning dew

Hagakure - Hamster

scent: marshmallows and macadamia cookies

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