warnings: none!
a/n: hello all!! first post in a while, this is a fun little warm up for me. this is based off the movies, haven't read the books yet. also ALL JOKES. hope y'all enjoy:)
frodo
english, specifically creative writing
after all the adventures he's been through, he has a lot of material to draw from imo
maybe a minor in anthropology??
sam
culinary arts DUHHHH
yk bro is cheffing up in the dorms
probably sells meal preps to the jocks or smth, def makes money off his cooking somehow during his time on campus
merry
this one is lowk hard
i feel like he would switch majors at least twice
eventually i think he'd settle with international relations, he'd make a good diplomat i think!!
pippin
clown school
KIDDINGGGG if we're being serious… theater??
i think he'd be really good at stage fighting
musicals would be his jam
aragorn
public and social services fs
that's my glorious king he's here to SERVE the people
would make a really good case worker, yk he cares!!
a/n: ok i lied i need to get this out of my system, the brainrot is STRONG. hope y'all enjoy:)
warnings: bondage, dubcon??, oral(m receiving, allusions to f recieving), degradation, riding, cheating(sorry yor </3), corruption kink
MINORS DNI
when loid opened his eyes, the only thing he saw was black.
he tried to remove the blindfold but realized he was stuck, his wrists tied together and ankles tied to chair legs.
"look who's finally awake. miss me, twilight?" a voice called out.
loid froze. he knew that voice. your voice.
he heard the sound of heels clacking on the floor draw ever closer, until they stopped. then he felt a weight on his lap.
straddling his lap, you took off his blindfold and smirked at him.
"y/n. what do you want?" loid spat out, still thrashing against his restraints.
leaning in you whispered in his ear, "you know exactly what i want, twilight. or should i say, loid?" you chuckled.
loid's eyes grew wide. how did you find out about operation strix?
"i have my ways, twilight. you know that."
you and twilight had an... interesting past. you had both worked for wise, rising up the ranks together and becoming the top agents. but you always had a unique way of doing things, a darker way. you had "gone too far" according to the higher ups, so you had left, taking your skills with you to do what the majority would call "evil". you didn't mind though. in fact, you took it in stride. being bad was more fun anyway. loid was almost about to follow you, but stayed in fear of his reputation at wise.
"to think i'd have the top spy in my lair, all tied up and at my mercy... if this is a dream, i don't wanna wake up," you said as you sank to your knees.
your nose brushed against his crotch, nuzzling what was inside. you could feel him getting harder, you realized excitedly.
"y-y/n, we can't- i can't, you've gotta let me go. plea- oh fuck," loid gasped out.
you had undone his zipper and freed his cock from his boxers. it was painfully hard, an angry red with a tip weeping of precum. drool-worthy for sure, you thought.
"still want me to let you go?" you asked, playing with his balls.
the only response you got was a moan.
"that's what i thought," you smiled, taking him in your mouth.
try as he might, loid couldn't help but buck deeper into your throat. you took it in stride, feeling every vein of his shaft and giving extra attention to the tip.
it felt so wrong, knowing that his "wife" and "daughter" were out there, unaware that he was falling victim to your poison. but in an even more sick way, it felt good. he was sick of having to put up a face all the time, with you, he could be honest. if he tried to conceal anything, you would see through it anyway, he figured.
so he let himself fall.
it was a lovely sight to watch, an agent of "good" be brought down.
"i-i can't, y/n! 'm gonna cum! i-" he cried out.
you gave him a look, one that he took as a sign of permission. his warm cum filled your mouth, sweet and a little salty. you took care to swallow it all. removing yourself from him, he started to whine out in protest.
putting a finger to his lips, you said, "i'll make use of your mouth another time. be sure of it."
by this point, you were dripping. all the excitement and lust went straight to your core and you knew just what to do to fix it.
straddling his lap again, you took his hand and guided him to your wetness.
"feel that, mr. forger? you did this. looks like i'll have to take matter into my own hands and fix my problem. what do you think?" you questioned, looking down at him.
his eyes were clouded over, gazing into your eyes and traveling down to your pussy. you yanked his hair, forcing him to look at you once more.
"sorry? i didn't hear that. i said ‘do you feel it?’” you growled.
“agh! yes, yes, i feel it. feels so nice and warm, wanna be inside you s’bad,” he slurred.
you helped collect enough of your slick on his hand and brought it to his lips.
“say ‘ah’,” you cooed, watching him eagerly clean his fingers of your essence. “just a taste of what’ll happen next time,” you wink.
you grab his cock and line it up with your entrance, teasing him by running the head up and down your slit. a choked plea escapes his lips.
that’s when you sink down hard.
of all the many sexual encounters he’d had(for his missions of course), loid had never felt anything like this. your gummy walls held him so perfectly tight, warm and wet inside. the lewd noises coming from the act made you both shiver in delight.
you began a brutal pace, watching loid’s face contort again.
“you feel divine, twilight. i want you to fill me up with your cum. can you do that for me?” you asked, voice a bit shaky from pleasure.
“yes! f-fuck, yes. i’ll fill you up so good, you can have all my cum,” he moaned out.
he thought it wasn’t possible for you to go faster, but you did. always a surprise from you, he thought. with each passing squelch and thrust, the closer he got to filling your hole with his seed. moments later, he did exactly that.
with a drawn out groan, you felt long, warm hot ropes of cum fill your insides. a white ring had formed around his base, trickling onto his balls. you had also reached your peak, your juices mixing with his. sighing, you carded your fingers through his hair.
“i’ve gotta say, i love this look on you. all fucked out and dirty. it’s a nice change from ‘mr. put together’, wouldn’t you agree?” you smile.
he nods, smiling wistfully up at you. his hearts pangs knowing he has to leave, for his mission, he reminds himself. no matter how far gone w.i.s.e considers you to be, loid knows you’re not a monster. you’ll let him go, for now at least.
unbinding him, you give a him a once over and move over to stand behind him, whispering in his ear.
“don’t worry, darling. when i want you again, i’ll have you. you’re my little plaything, remember?” you say, drawing his hips towards yours and splaying your hands on his chest possessively.
he shudders at the action, eagerly awaiting your next encounter.
warnings: degradation, humiliation, pegging, exhibitionism, y/n being too hot LMAO, teeny tiny mistress kink
MINORS DNI
once you saw kuroo’s cock twitch at the sound of being called a whore a twisted thought ran through your mind.
as of now, the blinds in his office were closed, the only light coming from the ones on the ceiling. it was still bright outside though, so you pulled out of him gently and walked over to the blinds.
"hmmm... i wonder what your workers would think if they saw their boss getting his brains fucked out against this window?" you muse, raising the blinds and letting the sunlight stream in.
"what? you can't be serious y/n! let me go!" kuroo says, yanking at his handcuffs.
"oh? giving mr orders? you know that's not how this works, baby. now are you going to come up here like a good little slut or do i have to make you?" you ask, giving him a once over.
he's trembling. whether it be from fear or arousal, you suspect it's a mixture of both. he gives you no answer, opting to glare at you. you sigh, figuring this would happen. not to say that you're upset, it's always fun to take him down a peg.
snarling, you walk over and yank him away from the table, slamming him into the window.
"someone's not listening today, is he? looks like i'll have to make you remember who's really in charge."
you rest your chin on his shoulder and notice that a small crowd has gathered outside the window. some are even pulling out their phones. pr was going to have a field day with this.
"well look at that, we have an audience!" you coo.
you look down at kuroo and notice his eyes are shut, like he's trying to hide from the outside. cute.
"why don't we give them a show? let's show them what my fucktoy can do..." you say as you plunge back into him.
a/n: i finally did wrote it lmao. the other day i read part one again and kinda cringed, but alas, we move. hope y'all enjoy!!
warnings: none! just fluffiness(for now... ;) )
wc: 767
pt. 1 here
MINORS DNI
you were fucking tired. the night before you had barely gotten any sleep thanks to him. that damned tattoo shop owner, geto suguru.
hoping to banish your drowsiness, you tried making a cup of coffee, but realized you were out. amazing, you grimaced. but there was no time to gripe, there was work to be done. you got ready and headed down to your bookstore.
flipping the sign over to "open", you began your duties. dusting the shelves, unpacking new book shipments, and helping the wandering shopper here and there.
but exhaustion caught up and you could barely keep your eyes open. that and you were hungry. glancing at the clock, you decided it was time to take your lunch break. the café down the street would do, the drinks and sandwiches were pretty good.
the interior was filled with green. light green paint on the walls and dozens of plants filled the space, it was nice here. you stood in line, scrolling on your phone until you heard a familiar voice behind you.
"y/n? is that you?" the voice questioned.
you jumped a little and felt your body heat up as you turned around.
he was dressed casually, donning an oversized dark blue t-shirt, black zip up hoodie, and black joggers. his hair was up in a bun. how does he look amazing each time you see him?
"geto? h-hi! what are you doing here?" you managed to force out. god, you were gonna stay up late thinking about that.
"i was just getting coffee for my workers, do you want anything?" he asked, smiling.
"what? no no, it's fine. thank you, though! that's very sweet," you said.
"i insist. what would you like?" he persisted.
ok damn, he's not letting up, you thought. might as well take advantage?
walking up to the cashier, you recognized the pink haired employee.
"hey yuuji," you and geto said. pausing, you looked at each other. you know him?, you expressions seemed to say.
"yuuji and i were classmates in college, he helped me through sports medicine class," you explained.
"he came to my shop to get his first tattoo," geto explained.
"yeah!" yuuji chimed in. rolling up his sleeve, he flashed an impressive tiger tattoo. "i met this guy megumi, he's really good at animal tattoos. i love mine! i'm thinking about getting another," he beamed. "so what would you like?"
you ordered a prosciutto caprese sandwich and an iced matcha latte. geto read a list of drinks off his phone and swiped his card without a care.
waving bye to yuuji, the two of you left the café. happily sipping your drink, you thanked geto profusely.
"next one is on me, promise," you insist, giving him a serious look.
"oh? a next time? didn't know you were planning a next time, y/n," he smirked at you.
"i- yes," you sighed. "i liked spending time with you, is that a crime?" you challenged.
this had taken geto aback, his eyes grew wide and he stopped sipping his drink. a faint blush painted his cheeks.
regaining his composure, he smiled charmingly and said "well i'm happy to hear that, so do i".
with a quickness! you gasped in your head. that wasn't something you expected to come out of either of your mouths.
the two of you kept walking in a bit of awkward silence until geto cleared his throat.
"would you like to meet my coworkers? i'd give you a tour of my place, since i've been in yours already," he suggested.
i wish he was actually at my place, specifically on the bed in my drawers, you thought, shaking the sudden thought away.
"sure! sounds fun," you agreed.
he led you down the block and crossed the street to his shop.
walking in, you took in your surroundings. the interior was clean, white with black accents throughout. on the walls were beautifully taken pictures of freshly done and healed tattoos.
geto walked further into the shop and announced that he brought coffee for everyone. cheers rang out throughout the shop as everyone grabbed their drinks. you hadn't followed him immediately, staying in the lobby to stare at the pictures some more. when you went to the back, everyone stopped talking amongst themselves and kind of stared at you.
a guy with white hair and bright blue eyes slumped over in a tattoo chair perked up.
"yo suguru, who the fuck is she? your girlfriend??" he asked eyes glowing with curiosity and mischief.
a chorus of "ooooh"'s and "aaaah"'s filled the space.
a/n: i still have to come up with a title for this, but here's part one:)
warnings: y/n is a horny mess, geto is just *drools*, kinda spicy at the beginning??, the rest is fine lmao
wc: 678
MINORS DNI
"his lips ghosted the side of her neck, making her tense up in anticipation. a chuckle reverberated from his chest.
'why so tense? you don't have anything to hide do you?' he smirked at her.
enclosed by the bookshelves, the two gazed at each other.
'i choose what i do and don't show you... and i wanna show you this," she said, pulling his tie and locking them into a kiss."
*snap*
you close the book you were reading, looking around you to see if anyone was watching. it seemed like you were in the clear. exhaling in relief, you return to organizing your shelves.
your shelves, you smile. it had taken forever, but you finally opened your own bookstore. everything inside was exactly to your liking, there was even a little cafe inside.
there was a bit more tidying up to do, so you had sent your workers home early. it was almost closing time. the rest could be done by just you. it was nice, the quietness. it felt like you could hear yourself think again. time to yourself was something you valued a lot.
music connected to the speakers, you went about your tasks. then you heard the bell at the door ring.
"hello? is there anyone here?" a voice called out.
"a hot voice," you thought. "oh my god y/n focus," you chastised yourself. "activate business mode and then you can go home."
"hello! i was just about to close, did you need any hel-" you begin to say as you round the corner of the shelves. that's when you see him.
long black hair. a masculine, yet feminine face. and a ton of tattoos. shit, he's hot.
you clear your throat and finish the rest of the sentence.
"oh! i'm sorry, i don't mean to bother you. i was just looking for a book on flowers? one with lots of pictures, it's for reference. i own the tattoo shop across the street." he explained.
"it's no problem at all, please follow me." you beckon.
weaving through the shelves, you finally stop in front of the nature section. your finger grazes the spines until you finally find the book you had in mind.
"ah! here we go. this should be just what you're looking for," you say as you hand him the book.
he flips through the pages and nods. "it's perfect. just what i needed. thank you so much, i really appreciate it," he beamed at you.
"anytime, mr..."
"suguru. suguru geto."
"mr. geto. nice to meet you, i'm y/n l/n. feel free to come back if you need anything else, i'd be happy to help you." you smiled.
"well now that you mention it, there is something i do need help with. are you a virgin?"
"i-i'm sorry?" you splutter out. he did not just ask you that!
"oh god, sorry. i meant tattoo virgin," he corrected, but he had a slight smirk on his face. "do you have any tattoos?"
"oh. um, no. no tattoos. i've thought about it though."
"well if you ever want one, you can always cross the street. i'd be happy to give you your first. anything would look beautiful on you, i'm sure of it."
"well thank you, that's very sweet. i'll be sure to think about it. i should close up though, is that all you needed?" you ask as you walk him to the door.
"yes, thank you again. but seriously y/n, come over. it'd be a honor to give you your first tattoo," he insists, walking out the door.
you smile and wave goodbye, heart pounding.
why was he so insistent on tattooing you? and saying it'd look beautiful? you knew he meant the ink, but it still made you feel warm and fuzzy.
these were the thoughts that you mulled over as you went upstairs to your apartment. your store was right below, so you didn't have to worry about going a distance to get home.
