oh oh or, or, we could go back to the beginning of our friendship and thirst over Iida. Sugar daddy Iida who takes such good care of his little girl
IIDA. Our lorge daddy. He absolute loves giving you anything and everything you want, but he prefers to buy it for you rather than just sending you out with his credit card if possible. Of course you have access to your money for when you need it, but if you want something in particular: a new dress, the latest game console, whatever- he wants to be the one who swipes the card and gives the gift to you.
Of course, he likes it then when you behave for him in the bedroom, wear those pretty things he buys for you, address him as daddy or sir as he plays with you to his heart’s content. He’s only hard on you if you’re bratty. If you’re good to him and touch him how he likes, he calls you his sweet angel while you ride on top of him and squeeze his cock in that cute little hole of yours.
Claudia, I am so fucking proud of you. I always knew you'd reach 1k followers and beyond, you're amazingly talented, kind, and an overall beautiful badass that I am so lucky to have in my life! How about Scorpio (das me) and "Touch yourself for me" with Ushijima? 💋 you can pick your favorite kink to add!
HI BEAUTIFUL! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am sorry this took so long to write, but I wanted to have the perfect inspiration for you.
I hope this makes you tingle and twitch, I tried to.. uhhhh... drive it into your kinks and to make it relevant to you.. at this moment.
PROFESSOR USHIJIMA X READER
18+, “Touch yourself for me.”
warnings: teacher/student relations, the word daddy.
You lean against the classroom door frame, trench coat tightly tied around your waist, water droplets dripping to the floor from the heavy rain outside. You can see it splattering against the windowpane, illuminated golden against black from the lamp on Ushijima’s rather large desk. You knock, three consecutive taps to pull him from his intense focus.
“Working late, professor?” you call, a sly smile curling on your upper lip when he looks up to see you standing there.
“Exam papers,” he grunts, then his eyes rake over your body in a cool sweep. “You’re dripping all over the floor. Take off your coat.”
“Yes, Sir,” you push off, closing the door behind you as you step into the room.
In the dark, the beige of the trenchcoat is soft, glittering as you untie the belt and let it drop to your feet. Ushijima drags a deep breath through his teeth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, eyes peering over the top of his slim frame glasses, marking pen frozen, bleeding a red blotch into the paper.
“Is my exam in there? Have you marked it yet?” you ask innocently, playing with the very end of your high school uniform tie. You hop up to sit on a desk, crossing your legs so that the grey pleated skirt flashes a hint of thong before it disappears and your legs clad in knee-high white socks cover his view. Ushijima shakes his head, lifting the pen with a mumbled curse before he aligns the papers beneath it and puts it in his ‘finished’ pile.
“You failed,” he says, keeping his mouth neutral, but his eyes flash with the tell-tale sign of desire. You pout.
“Oh no! I can’t believe it. I studied so hard,” you exaggerate, pulling your voice into a moaning plea. “What can I do to fix it, professor?”
You loosen the tie so it lays open around your shoulders. Slowly, your fingers begin to unbutton the top of the crisp white shirt, ironed to perfection.
“I’ll do anything.”
Ushijima raises an eyebrow, folding his glasses away as you unveil the edges of a black lace bra to him, holding up your bountiful breasts. You keep your back taut and upright, the skirt cinching at your waist.
“My daddy will be so mad if I fail,” you unfold your legs, opening them so that they bend over the edge of the table. Your toes tingle with the naughtiness of it all. You want to giggle and bite your lip, almost like an actual school girl. Electricity shocks through you at Ushijima’s groan, at how in the dim light his eyes drink in your soul, reflecting you in their whiskey tone. You’re getting drunk from his gaze.
“I think we can work something out.” Ushijima remarks, folding his broad arms over his chest, the navy fabric pulling tight over his biceps. He stands, the pleats in his grey slacks falling beautifully down, coming around to lean against the edge of his desk. A fire blazes through your core, unconsciously clenching as you hold your breath in.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Your hands instantly fly to your knee caps, stroking up as you keep eye contact. Your black loafers already dangle off your toes, and as you widen your legs, one falls to the floor with a soft thud. Your heart beats in your throat, you touch the hem of your skirt, dragging it up so that it rolls under your fingertips until it hits the fold of your hips. Ushijima glances down at your black, silk thong, the way the material almost glitters from how you’ve begun to soak through.
“Naughty girl,” he muses, never looking away as your fingers squeeze the soft skin of your inner thighs. “So wet and you haven’t even done anything.”
You keep your eyes on his face, watching him as he watches your hands dance over the fabric, pulling the edges so that it folds neatly between your lips. He licks his.
“You should tutor me more, Professor,” your voice comes out in a breathless whisper. “Show me how.”
“Go slow.”
You toy with your outer lips, stroking the soft skin under his watchful eye. He gives an approving hum, shifting so that he’s more comfortable to watch you. You see the strain of his erection in his pants, and you almost double over when the intense need to be impaled on it overcomes you. Your fingers find your clit.
Electricity hums through your body as you rub tantalising circles over the slick fabric. You bite your lip, eyes drifting to his large, veined hands, picturing them around your throat, on your thighs.
“‘Toshi,” you mumble, every circle winding you up, your eyes fluttering as you struggle to keep them open.
“Don’t you dare look away from me. What would your daddy say if you fail at this too?”
You snap, a hand planting itself behind you with a bang as you lean into it, fingers circling faster and faster, keeping your gaze on his stern eyes. They intoxicate you, and right when you’re about to burst, he moves away from the desk to grab your wrist, effectively halting your movements. You gasp, feeling utterly dwarfed by him. He pulls your hand away, bringing it up to his face as he inhales the musky scent of you.
“Why’d you stop me?” you almost cry, panting as you feel his cock press against the bone of your groin.
“I want to give you a more... private tutoring,” he murmurs into your hand, kissing your fingers. “Tell your daddy you’re not coming home tonight.”
He pulls you into a fortifying kiss, making you thankful that you’re sitting down otherwise you would have collapsed. He would’ve caught you.
“I can’t believe this uniform still fits,” he mumbles against your lips with a small smile. You grin back, arms slinging around his broad shoulders as you pull yourself off the desk and against him until your toes touch the ground, loafers slipping back on. He steps back as you fumble with the other shoe, walking to slip your coat back on with a teasing bend forward. He growls, making you giggle.
“Come on, Daddy. Let’s go home so you can teach me a lesson.”
11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc) 12. Who is your favorite author? 14. How do you feel about your older work? - for the writer ask game, love you, Mari!
11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc).
Oh now this is a tough one. I think I’m fairly character driven, and I like adding plot to go along with the smut. Usually to make the smut more fucked up, not going to lie.
12. Who is your favorite author?
Book authors or fanfic authors? Hmm, I’ll just answer both.
Favorite fanfic authors: @kazooli, @ichor-and-symbiosis, @lady-bakuhoe, @katsukisprincess, @burnedbyshoto, @thewheezingwyvern, @hisoknen. I always feel bad naming just a few because there really are a ton.
Book authors: Jacqueline Carey, Ilona Andrews, JRR Tolkien, Stephen King, George RR Martin, N.K. Jemisin, Anne Rice, Lovecraft, Elizabeth Hunter, Seanan McGuire
14. How do you feel about your older work?
This one is hit or miss. Some of my older fics are still some of my favorites, and then others I look at and cringe in sheer horror. Mostly though, I’m still pretty fond of my older stuff.
Omg I wanted to comment on your reblog of my ask about Bret Hart but tumblr is being an ass not letting me comment 😭😭
But I came here to say YES THE MOTHER FUCKING HART FOUNDATTIONNN Best there ever was, best there ever will be. I think Bret Hart will always be my favorite wrestler and I loved seeing Natalya continue that legacy on
AH. Don’t get me started, I am SUCH a fanatic. And TJ working so much with the women’s division just has me like 😭🥺
THEE Hart Foundation, the greatest of all time. Thank goodness
Happy Birthday, Ana!! I’m so lucky to have found you. You are so intensely thoughtful, talented, funny, and sweet. You make the world a brighter place every time you speak and smile into it. 💕
I hope you have an amazing day!! 💖💖
WRONG, Lauren. I'm the one who's lucky you found me. You've made my life sooooo much better. I owe you heaps and heaps, and so all I can do is send all my love to you 😘😘😘 Lmk when you get it 😘😘😘
Well my dear, you know I’m head over heels for your work~ And you’ve written one of my favorite one-shots. It has a wonderful name, and it’s called, ‘Wet Pleasures’ I have a weak spot for Shinsou and damn have you delivered on that amazing fic. ❤️ @pleasantanathema
Another fic I love is called, Spoiled Rotten written by my babe, @jackrrabbit! It’s one of her many stories I’m enamored with, but this one stunned me honestly. I’m not a fan of public humiliation and yet somehow Bunny is able to suspend my distaste for a moment and fully immerses me in her Overhaul fic.
And I’ll be adventurous. I’ve held onto this fanfic from AO3 for years. If you love a complex Attack on Titan story with dark twists and turns, I recommend House of Echoes. 😉
20.) What is your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?
I would say it’s writing those moments where the characters come alive. It’s seeing the descriptions, the textures, the shift from moment-to-moment, the dialogue; all forming a cohesive story you can watch like a film before your eyes.
35.) How much has writing fic changed your life?
I think it’s kept my imagination thriving over the years. It helped curve my writing style in between writing original work. And my guess is it’s cemented why I find writing so much fun. So I have to thank fanfiction for that.
