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pumpkinbirth · 2 years ago

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Can you do a car birth but the girl didn't know she was pregnant and doesn't have time to take her clothing off

I cranked the cars AC up further, letting out a sigh of relief when the cold air hit me. While the weather was perfect, the temperature left a lot to be desired. Still, that wasn't going to stop me from enjoying the little nature day trip I'd had planned for myself for awhile.

Things had been odd lately, and I hoped that this would give me a chance to clear my head. Lately I (and unfortunately almost everyone I came into contact with) had noticed I'd been putting on weight, my stomach rounding out and resting heavy on me. I couldn't pinpoint the cause, and I didn't exactly have doctors visit money right now, so that wasn't an option.

My train of thought was interrupted by a dull cramp, and I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. It had been doing that since I woke up this morning, at first I thought it was out of excitement for everything I had planned for today, but each time it seemed to hurt a little more. Oh well, I thought to myself, worst case I'll just throw up and get it over with.

Another hour passed, by now I'd reached the part of the route where my phone signal went out, which meant I was nearly there. "Thank god, too," I murmured, trying to regulate my breaths. There was a weirdly intense pressure building up inside me, but oddly enough it didn't feel like the kind that preceded getting sick.

No one else was up at the park and hiking trails at this time of day, so I parked hurriedly and half stumbled out of the car. Making my way to one of the dim bathrooms by the unattended ranger station, I braced myself against the worsening pressure, mentally preparing myself to throw up. Instead I felt the pressure shift inside, and I let out a choked sound of confusion as a sudden, powerful torrent of liquid gushed out of me, completely soaking the bottom half of the cute overalls I'd decided on today.

"Wh...what was tha-aaAAHN!!" I barely had the chance to wonder what had happened when another cramp wracked me. Amidst the pain my mind raced, and my face paled as the pieces all clicked together. A shaking hand ran over my belly, and I carefully exited the bathroom, mindful of the mess I'd made. I crossed back to my car, hurriedly starting it and backing out of the lot. If what I thought was happening was really happening, then I had to get to a hospital as soon as I could.

Another cramp...no, another contraction made me cry out, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the wheel. Huffing and groaning through the pain, I was determined to be able to make it, but simple determination wasn't enough. My breaths had turned panicky as I pulled over, my car surrounded with nothing but dense forest for miles.

"F-fuck...fuck, there's so much pressure...!!" I groaned, shuddering as I felt the bizarre sensation of something pressing firmly against my cervix. My hands trembled as I started to unhook the top straps of my overalls, but I only managed to undo one when the powerful urge to push overtook me, and I couldn't stop myself. Clenching my teeth and holding my thighs apart, I bore down, my hips rocking in an attempt to ease the pain.

Adrenaline was coursing through me now, and I tried again at unlatching the other strap of my overalls. I succeeded, but soon realized with horror that in my current position, I wouldn't be able to take them all the way off. There was no time to figure out a backup plan, and soon I was bearing down against the pain again, moaning loudly as I felt my cunt stretch wide, held open by a baby I didn't even know existed in me until just now. The head pressed against the crotch of my overalls, but luckily they were roomy enough that it wouldn't be hurt.

I labored like that for what felt like hours, more fluid bursting out of me around the baby's head, dripping messily off the sides of my car seat. I'd propped one of my legs up on my dash, holding myself as open as I could, and while I couldn't see how far I'd come, it felt like I only had a little more to go.

Eager to be free of the pain, I huffed and panted, letting out a guttural scream as I pushed hard. All of a sudden I felt a hot rush of pressure as the rest of my baby slid free, bringing one last gush of my water with it. Before exhaustion could overtake me I quickly managed to pull my overalls down just enough in order to pull my baby free, bringing the small thing to my chest.

"Wh...where did you even come from, huh?" I asked tiredly, catching my breath.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #pregnancy kink #birth kink #labor kink #clothing birth

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salemwritesxx · 4 years ago

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ocean paradise

↳ bottom shinso (human) x top reader (merman: blacktip shark)

summary: Just… some merman porn

w.count: 2094

content warning: smut, porn without plot, monster sex, merman x human, double dicks, double penetration, watersports / omorashi / pee, lots of cum, riding

“A SHARK!”

“THERE’S A SHARK!”

“GET OUT OF THE WATER!”

Shinso stood in the middle of the crowd, holding on to his father’s hand tightly, not really knowing what was going on, only for the 5-year old to get picked up by his mother.

“Let’s go Honey, it’s not safe here anymore!”, she said, following the crowd that had seen a shark’s fin in the ocean, thus scurrying back onto the mainland.

As Hitoshi looked over her shoulder though, he could see the shark fin disappeared, and instead, a head broke through the surface – e/c eyes met his lavender ones.

And that’s when he first saw you for a split-second, before you dove back into the depth of the ocean.

Chuckling, he opened his eyes and looked into the starry night sky, before a “Why are you laughing, Toshi?” made him turn his head – he had been floating on the surface of the ocean.

“Just thinking back to the moment I first met you.”

“Ohh, you mean the shark incident?”, now you chuckled as well, your arms tightening around his waist as you pulled him closer against your chest.

“Hmh…”, then he turned around, looking straight into your e/c eyes as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, carful to not touch your gills at the side of your neck though.

“When I told them I saw a mermaid, they all thought I just wanted them to talk to me so I could use my quirk on them… No one believed me…”, tilting his head slightly, he then smiled as you looked a little confused, “But I think in the end, it’s best that only I know you exist, you know?”

“Hmmm, I think so too!”, you then nodded and smiled brightly as well, before leaning in and kissing all over his face.

“Your just mine. My mate. Hehehe!”, the cute, little laugh almost melted Shinso’s heart as he bit his lip for a moment, trying not to get too overwhelmed, only to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over the rather rough skin, and then pulling you in for a real kiss.

Instantly, you held him tighter and leaned in deeper, yet careful that your teeth weren’t hurting him when you brushed against his lips and, in the end, push your tongue inside to play with his, Hitoshi softly moaning into the kiss as your hands slowly wandered down to his hips and then one sneakily slipped onto his ass to softly squeeze.

“Do you have to go already…?”, your purr was so strong it resonated within his own chest, wondering once more if you could actually brainwash him with your singing and drown him.

“Yeah… But… One last time, yeah?”, Hitoshi mumbled against your lips, feeling the grin form on your own, before you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Hmmm, I like that! I wish I could just take you with me though.”, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you finally let your finger push between his cheeks and against his little hole, earning his blissful gasp as he willingly snuggled closer, whimpering a mere “Me too…” because the thought of living as a merman was kind of intriguing…

Yet, for now, he just lived as a human by your side, visiting you as much as he could and making love underneath the starry sky.

“Hitoshi…”, the little growl that escaped your throat when his nails softly scratched over your chest made him smirk a bit, only to repeat the gesture once more to rile you up as well; all while your finger suddenly pushed inside, his insides fluttering in excitement as he pushed back into your touches.

“Don’t… waste too much time, yeah?”, he whined against your lips.

“But… They’re big…”

“I can take it! You know that…”, was his only answer as he pushed his hips against your tail, immediately knowing that your sheath has also opened as two weirdly shaped cockheads poked out.

“But Toshi-“

Though, he interrupted you as he smashed his lips against your own, both of you moaning almost in synch when he wrapped his legs around your shark tail to rub his cock against yours, spurring you on more and more and feeling your dicks grow underneath the grinding.

All while you had added another finger to thrust into his ass, trying your best to “prepare” him, though, to be honest, Shinso was used to taking your cocks and with how impatient he was, it was hard for you to hold back as well.

One hand grabbed your dorsal fin, the other finally slipped down to grab both of your cocks, your high-pitched moans sounded like you were singing, truly beautiful and enough to make him rock-hard and wanting more.

“Y/n… do it…Please.”

“If… you want, then, I won’t hold back, Toshi!”, then you grabbed him, earning his surprised gasp, before he blinked a little in surprise when you swam towards the beach with him.

“Y/n?”

“Hitoshi…? Can you do the thing we did last time?”

Your e/c eyes were almost reflecting the ocean as you looked into his lavender ones, and then, he understood, a big smirk playing around his lips.

“Oho? Do you want to watch me so badly, Y/n?”

“Yes… please.”, pecking his lips over and over again, Hitoshi couldn’t help but giggle – you were more like a puppy then a ferocious shark, really.

“Fine. Only because it’s you, Y/n.”, his deep chuckle made you shiver in anticipation, before you finally reached the shore where you turned around, half-sitting and propped up on your elbows, your shark tail still engulfed by water so you wouldn’t dehydrate too quickly.

Crawling on top of you, his hands were back to rubbing your dicks, one curved, long and rather thin, the other thick with little nubs and bit shorter. Shinso has shown you last time what it meant when he said he would ride you, so it was not even surprising him that much that you wanted to do it again, knowing how much you loved watching him last time.

“You’re really spoiled, Y/n, you know?”, he then laughed when he moved closer, lifting his hips and reaching back to adjust your cocks.

“I just… love you, Toshi. I want to watc-“, though you couldn’t speak much longer when his hot, tight insides suddenly engulfed you, Hitoshi also throwing his head back with a loud, blissful moan as your thick, weirdly shaped cock finally spread him open, the precum you leaked being so much and gooey, making it easy for him to slip your dicks in.

Digging his fingers into your chest, he was gasping your name when he pushed down until, an inch or so down, he reached your second dick, your thick head that had almost spikes around it, though much rounder at the end, spreading him even wider, the long spike-like protrusions almost making him cum on the spot just from entering your cocks and feeling them ‘scratch’ along his sensitive insides..

“Oh God-“, he could only moan out loudly when the little nubs and spikes gave his insides just the right amount of feeling that his cock was bouncing so pathetically without even being touched, almost releasing just from that as he swallowed both of your dicks at last, ramming his hips down onto your tail.

“FUCK!”, arching his back, you simply watched, completely smitten once more as you loved to see him losing himself so much, that’s why you wanted to do it again like last time.

“Hitoshi… You’re so… beautiful.”, you barely managed to choke out as well, his ass was so tight around your cocks, it was almost too much for you too.

“Y/n…”

Shinso vividly felt your cocks leaking so much thick, gooey precum and in the end, he held on with both hands against your chest as he started grinding his hips, first, rather slow, only to lean back, hands pushed into the sand besides your shark tail, and then rolling his hips, showing off everything, just like you wanted him to.

“AAAHnh Look at me- Y/n! AH! MHN! Y/n!”, moaning out your name without restraint, hoping that no one was around at night, though he also didn’t really care that much, as he cried into the starry night, hips slamming against your tail, swallowing your cocks so effortlessly – his own bouncing from all the vigorous movements.

You wanted to grab and hold him, but, with your dorsal fin in the way, you had to keep upright on your shaky arms as you watched him attentively.

Thrusting his hips down, he stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he grinded your cockhead against his deepest spot, making it difficult for him to even stay in this position. Shinso’s arms felt like jelly, he was shaking and shivering, muscles tensing – but he didn’t want to stop, even if he could feel the hot waves of pleasure in his lower abdomen almost overwhelming him.

Once more, he cried out your name in delight when he raised his hips, just to slam them down again, your cocks rearranging his insides, the weird shape and little nubs and spikes making it hard to hold himself together.

“Y/n! I- I- AhNH! Can’t hold-!”, he moaned out, pushing his body back up so his face was close to yours as he started ramming your dicks into him once more, hips shaking vigorously.

You took the chance to lean your forehead against his, breathing a mere “D-Don’t hold… back… Toshi!”, your tail thrashing in the water as your own orgasm was so close.

One last time, Shinso used all his strength, gasping for breath so desperately as he moved his hips against your tail, your cocks stirring up his insides, your thick, gooey precum making everything so messy and wet – it was overwhelmingly amazing, truly.

“Y/n! Y/n!”, he moaned out your name so lustfully, his thighs quivering and a hot, warm feeling seething in his lower abdomen, though before he could realize what was going on, he couldn’t stop.

Desperately crying out loud and throwing his head back, his cock was overflowing with warm liquid that pooled at your own belly, your gasped “Toshi!” only making him sob as he couldn’t stop wetting himself, being impaled by two cocks just felt too good.

And in the end, the mere view of him loosing himself was enough for a violent wave of sheer lust to sweep through your body as well, your cocks moving and throbbing on their own inside of him only intensifying the lustful bliss as he didn’t stop peeing himself.

That’s when you released as well, a siren-like sound escaping your throat, it was high-pitched and yet, it wasn’t unpleasant, more the opposite, only for Shinso to arch his back, his warm liquid hitting your chest as you stuffed him full with your seed – thick, gooey cum filling up his ass as he slowly regained control over his body again.

Heavily gasping, a few spurts of pee were the last thing his pathetically throbbing cock managed to produce; Shinso’s head was spinning, especially as you just didn’t stop squirting your cum into him, his hole already overflowing and covering your tail in the sticky fluids mixing with his own he released.

And then, you stopped and your cocks that were wiggling inside of him came to a halt as well. That’s when he almost collapsed on top of you, thus you quickly managed to grab him and somehow slither and shuffle back into the cold ocean, though with how hot Hitoshi felt, it was just right to cool him off as he barely hung onto you.

Your cum that was still seeping out of his ass, even though he was already stuffed with your cocks, was drifting away in the water as you held him tightly.

In the end, he barely managed to press out a “Fuck… That was… fuck…” as he rested his head on your chest when you laid on your back so he was basically resting on top of you on your chest as you drifted through the ocean, not wanting to part as you kissed his head and face all over.

“You were… amazing, Toshi.”, a dreamy sigh escaped your lips, before you started to purr again while you held him tightly and kissed him all over.

Hitoshi didn’t want to move even one inch, staying with your dicks inside for as long as he could and still relishing your moments together. He didn’t need to rush home anyways.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: day one of mermay already begins with THIS, so… it shows in which direction we’re going hurrhurr though I have a few more kinky shit planned, but for now, hope it was enjoyable! also, was craving some change sooo… new blue banners hehe

#salemswriting.#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom shinsou #shinsou smut #smut #mermay2021 #shinsou x you

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supercorpkid · 3 years ago

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Flashback Friday.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2430.

“You know, this whole baby talking-” Maya says, pointing at the doll in front of you. Lucky for you, it’s already Friday and after the weekend you can give the doll back to the teacher. You raise your eyebrow at Maya for her to continue. “I’m really curious about what you were like as a kid.”

“A pain in the ass.” You answer, making her smile.

“I doubt that. You were probably the perfect little witty kid that everyone was so in love with, first sight. I mean, just look at these big blue eyes of yours.” You blush when she points at your face. “I don’t think anyone could not like such an adorable baby.”

“Ok, well, you’re assuming I was adorable.” It’s what you say, but you get up from the couch and make your way to the projector. You change your mind right after. Outside this house Kara plays the part of Kara Danvers the reporter, but here she can be herself. So there’s superhero stuff in some videos, and you can’t show Maya any of that. “I have some pictures if you want to see.”

“Oh, please.” She asks and you nod, taking a few photo albums from the bookshelf, then sitting back on the couch with her. “I know you were adorable just by looking at you now.”

“Come snuggle.” You hold her tight in your embrace, kissing her cheek. “We have to finish this before momma gets home, or she’ll join us.”

“What’s wrong with her joining us?”

“She’ll cry non-stop.” You laugh and Maya smiles at you. She opens the first page and already laughs at the picture.

“See? I knew it. Perfect little witty kid.” She points at a picture of you dressed as Batgirl for Halloween. “I thought your momma said you guys are Supergirl stans in this house.”

“Yeah. Before this one I was dressed as Wonder Woman. And the one after I think I was dressed as Dreamer.” Maya gives you a questioning look and you smile. “I don’t know, I never once dressed as Supergirl.” You shrug. “I even dressed as Miss Martian once. Wait.” You shuffle the album and show her the picture.

“Wow. You painted yourself green, but didn’t wear a Supergirl costume? And you wouldn’t even have to do much. I mean you have blonde hair, blue eyes, cute smile-” She looks at you for a second, and you smile feeling very nervous about it. She is REALLY staring at you, and you feel lucky she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest right now. She furrows her eyebrows for a second, and your heart stops. “And yet you painted yourself green.”

“Right.” You give her a forced laugh. “Didn’t want anyone to confuse a 5-year-old-girl with the actual superhero so… Probably for the best.”

“Aw! Look at little Jamie!” She points at some other picture and you let out a breath. That was close. Too close.

Weirdly, looking at old pictures with Maya filled you with nostalgia. So as soon as she leaves the house, you make your way to the projector and sit back on the couch, watching video after video of your childhood.

You were an adorable kid. You have to admit that.

The first video starts with Lena still pregnant. Kara’s face comes first and she gives a huge smile to the camera.

“Are you filming me?” Lena asks, trying to get up from the couch, unsuccessfully. “That’s not funny, Kara. Come here and help me, I weigh a thousand pounds with a half-alien-baby making me eat for 20 people.”

“But love, you’re doing so well.” Kara smiles again. Putting the camera against something and walking towards Lena.

“You’re the worst.” Lena says, giving Kara her hand, but instead Kara picks her up bridal style. “My back hurts, my feet hurt, my hands are swollen. I can’t wait for this baby to come out of me.”

“Me too.” Kara agrees, looking at Lena’s belly without her glasses. “But, you know, she seems to like it there. She’s even smiling.”

“It’s not fair you can see and hear her and I can’t.” Lena grunts, but Kara kisses her, making her blush instead.

“Well, it’s not fair you’re holding her all the time and I’m not, so I guess we’re even.”

“Kara, stop filming and come hold her.” Lena says, you’re sleeping on her arms. She has a tired look, but still a smile on her face.

“No, I don’t want to wake her. Look how peaceful she looks.” Kara says, and you see her hand touching yours. “Look at her Lena. We made the world’s most beautiful potato with eyes.”

“Kara! Just say she is a cute baby.”

“She’s the cutest potato that ever was.” Kara chuckles, and Lena once again tries to give you to her. “No, Lena. She is so small, what if-what if I hurt her?”

“You won’t hurt her, honey. Here, put the camera here.” Kara puts the camera on the couch next to Lena, and a few seconds later Lena picks it up to film you in Kara’s arms. “See, it’s all fine.”

“I will always keep you safe, little one.” It’s what Kara whispers to you, and you reach for her finger, making her smile in excitement. “I think she knows who I am.”

“I’m sure she does.”

The next video is Lena who is filming, you know that because her voice is really close to the microphone.

“Honey, it’s the middle of the night.” She films Kara. “The baby is not even crying, why are you creeping over her crib?”

“Just wanted to make sure she was breathing.” Kara says and Lena films you. You look fine.

“Well? Is she?”

“Yes.” Kara agrees and Lena turns the camera to Kara’s face again.

“Then can we go to bed now?”

“I think I’m gonna hang back here for a while. I’ll join you in a little.”

“Did you get the camera?” Lena asks, not looking behind, to see Kara already filming. “Look at her going. She’s walking alone!” Lena opens her arms to you. “Come on babygirl, come to mom!”

“Mom!” You repeat, making your way to her, but you fall before you get there. You look at her doe-eyed, and she smiles softly at you.

“You can do it. Come on, I believe in you baby. Come on.” Lena calls you with her hands. Kara places the camera somewhere, and goes to you. “Kara, she can do it alone.”

“She’s one, love. She can do a lot, but not everything.” Kara puts you up on your feet again, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Go on, little one. Go to mom.”

You look at Lena, and then at Kara. Not moving. Kara smiles and whispers something in your ear. Next thing you know, you turn to Lena and make your way to her. They celebrate like you just ran a marathon, and you get so excited yourself, you don’t even mind when you fall butt first on the floor again.

“Little one, how old are you right now?” Kara asks, and you show her a number two with your fingers. “Very good! And how old is mom right now?” You show her four fingers, and you hear Lena’s chuckle somewhere behind the video. “And how old is mommy?” You show her five fingers, making Lena laugh harder. And even though you can’t see Kara’s face, you absolutely know she was pouting.

“No. No.” You say, after one look at her. “Mommy is this much.” And you show her two fingers.

“Ah, that’s more like it.”

“Shhh. Are you filming this?” You hear Lena’s whisper behind the video. You’re alone in the video, opening the refrigerator door, climbing all of the shelves, to get to the top so you can get the cookie jar that has been perfectly placed there, just so you can’t get it.

Your little hands are trying very hard to get the cookie jar, and you hear Kara’s and Lena’s muffled laughter behind the camera.

“Oh my God, she’s gonna do it.” Lena mutters and you hear Kara humming.

“She’s a superhero, love.” Kara says, giving the camera to Lena, going very quietly behind you, and taking the cookie jar before you. “Oh well, if it isn’t our very own super stealer!”

“Mommy!” You yell in shock, letting go of the shelf and falling back on the floor. Kara drops the jar, to try to catch you, but you still fall butt first on the floor. Lena rushes to your side, not exactly filming, but not really letting go of the phone also.

“You’re ok.” Lena says, picking you up from the floor, and leaving the phone there instead. The only thing it’s filming now is the ceiling, but you still can hear voices. “Are you hurt? Does anything hurt, babygirl?”

“No.” You say softly, like you were thinking about crying, but it wasn’t worth it enough.

“You’re such a strong girl.” You hear Lena reassuring you. “And you know what strong girls get? Cookies!”

“I don’t want cookies anymore, mom.” You hear your tiny voice coming from the phone. “Can we go watch cartoons?”

“Yes, baby. Let’s watch cartoons.”

The video stays silent for at least a minute, and you’re almost skipping it, until you hear a muffled cry and Lena’s voice right after.

“Kara, honey, come on. She’s not hurt, it’s all fine.”

“I was supposed to catch her.” It’s Kara who is crying, you can tell by the way she sounds. You furrow your brows to this video and you don’t think you’ve ever seen this part before. “It’s my fault she fell.”

“Honey, she was climbing the fridge and we were filming in the back. I mean, I don’t know how we didn’t realize sooner that was not going to end well. It’s not your fault. Come on. She wants to cuddle with us and watch cartoons.”

“She wants me too?” Kara asks, voice small filled with scare.

“She specifically requested that mommy was there so she could sit on your lap.” Lena says, picking up the phone. You get a glimpse of Kara’s red face before Lena turns the video off.

You watch video after video, with a smile on your face. There’s one video for every age you were in, and around five you got to be exactly like Maya thought you would. The perfect little witty kid, with big blue eyes, and great comebacks.

“Ok, go on, little one. Show me what you made.” Kara asks, pointing the camera to you, and you show her your little robot with a smile. “It’s a robot! What does it do?”

“It dances!” You say excitedly, pressing something in it to make it dance. “Look, momma. It dances like you.”

“How dare you!” Kara places the camera on top of something, turns on the music somewhere, and picks you up from the chair, dancing with you in her arms.

You have the biggest smile on your face, while she spins around on the kitchen floor, doing the dopiest dance moves so you can laugh harder.

“I wanna fly!” You ask, and Kara is quick to comply, holding you up with one hand, and you make her flying pose -one hand on your waist and the other raised in a fist- while she runs around the kitchen with you like this. Lena walks in the kitchen a while later, and laughs at both of you.

“Hey! No flying around the house.” She jokes, and Kara puts you down. Lena picks you up right after, kissing your flushed cheek, and smiling at you. “What are you two doing?”

The answer is Kara coming to hug her from behind, and starting to dance again, making Lena dance too. The video goes on, with the three of you dancing with smiles around the kitchen, and you can’t help a smile that it brings to your face.

“Hey!” Kara walks in the living room and sees you curled up on the couch, watching old videos. She smiles. “Watcha’ doing?”

“I miss that.” You press pause, and look at the scene. The three of you have the most truthful smiles on your faces, and you all look so in love with life and with this family. Kara smiles at the scene, a longing smile, because she misses it too. “We just looked so happy together.”

“We still are, aren’t we?” Kara makes her way towards the couch, throwing herself back in it, and holding you tight. You let your head fall on her arm, and you breathe deep.

“I feel like we all grew up from that.” You mutter, but it doesn’t matter because Kara can hear you just fine. She furrows her brows at you, then stops hugging you and stands up. “Momma, don’t be mad, I just-”

But she’s not mad. She is putting some music on, moving the couches to the sides of the living room -with you in it, like it’s nothing- and making space in the middle of the room. Kara stares at you, before starting to dance like crazy in front of you.

“You might have grown up, but mommy is still this much.” She shows you two fingers and your smile comes, without you even thinking about it.

“Well, I haven’t!” You stand up too, dancing next to her. And before you know, she has picked you up and is spinning you around like you’re still that same 6-year-old-girl with not a care in the world. And right now, you feel like you are.

“Hey, what is-” Lena looks at the scene. Her living room looks like a mess with couches on the sides, pillows on the floor, forgotten videos of your childhood in the background, very loud music playing, Kara spinning you around by the hands and sweet smiles on both of your faces. “Going on?”

It’s the moment of truth. That’s the moment you’ll see if you all grew up from that, or if you all can still look that happy together.

Lena unties her hair, tosses her shoes to the other side of the living room, and gives you both a very satisfied smile, before joining the dance party.

“Welcome home, love.” Kara says, giving Lena a sweet kiss on the lips, then another one on her forehead. She pulls you close and kisses your forehead too, and you smile, wrapping your arms around them both.

“Yes.” Lena agrees, kissing your cheek. “This is home.”

Notes:

Someone was feeling a little nostalgic, and by someone I mean @supercorpenthusiastic and I’m so thankful cause it got me to think about Superkid as a baby, which is lovely. So thank you!

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert

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bokugaos · 4 years ago

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Afloat

length: 2.3k

tags: nsfw; pwp, daichi x f!reader x kuroo, threesome, masturbation, fingering, mating press, creampie

a/n: tis a long (literally 2 months eye— sorry > overdue piece for my babe ;; my ride-or-die @mrs-kuroojinguji ana, kuroodai’s main!! ilysm bitch ♡ ♡ bc HEEEEY NEW YEAR, NEW ME !! no more procr-ass-tinating ╰(*´︶`*)╯

It’s simple:

They know how to make you feel good.

They’re the only ones who can make you feel that good.

The thing is, although you want it, and need it, and when you get it you simply melt, it’s hard for you to admit it to himself or to anyone else. Even when you can sense it spreading down to your core, crawling under your skin in the way that you get too snappy, when you start getting antsy while preparing for your tests, when you carry around the sleepless nights of the busy weeks of your projects with the drooping line of your shoulders.

You go through so much, thinking you can and should be able to deal with everything on your own. But time and time again, Daichi reminds you that’s not the case. He knows that you can do anything you set your mind to; but he will always be there to help you de-stress and take your mind off things.

He had an arrangement with Kuroo, established long before this came to light. A product of long days and nights spent trapped in the same places together despite their different jobs. They're friends, secure in the knowledge that they’ve got each other’s back no matter what. Neither would cross the line unless it’s called for. And Daichi did call it.

When Kuroo first showed up, he had walked in on the two of you with slick mouths all over each other. You were clueless as ever and Daichi was frozen in place—he was prepared that Kuroo wouldn’t come—but the man crossed the distance with impatient strides.

Now, they both keep you afloat.

And you don’t always need this kind of attention—they’re simply more than happy to provide it.

Now if only you would stop being such a brat about it. Even when you’re already so wet, even when Kuroo has already pried you open and stuffed you with his fingers, you still want to talk back.

Good thing they like a challenge.

You’re pulling away, crawling to the edge of the bed to reach for Daichi, but your effort is rendered futile the moment Kuroo curls his big hand around your ankle and pull you back down the bed with a kind of ease that has your stomach tied in knots and put a satisfied smile on the other man’s mouth while he palms his cock.

Kuroo chuckles, curling an arm around one of your thighs and flips you back around until you’re on your side, leg helplessly hooked around the bend of his elbow.

“How naughty,” he purrs at you. He shuffles closer, fingers of his other hand diving back down to your well-slicked hole. “Need to be taught a lesson, maybe?”

You’re torn between shaking your head and scowling fiercely but your already heated cheeks are going even darker with a flush. Your eyes are glittering as you look back at him, glancing at the strong line of his jaw to the wide set of his shoulders. You turn to stare at Daichi instead, his thighs, and quickly look away again—caught looking—when he flexes for you.

Kuroo smirks and shuffles closer. His cock is flushed and rigid, swelling a bit fatter than usual; though not as girthy as what Daichi is packing, its length could reach the sweetest spots inside you that make you shake uncontrollably.

He takes himself in hand and starts dragging its head against your nice little pussy you have offered up before nerves got to you and you try to be cheeky.

Daichi is watching from the side of the bed, gloriously naked and cock in hand; eyes travelling as much across your tiny body as they are tracing Kuroo and his effortless dominance he reigns over you.

Maybe spread your legs and push your knees up to their shoulders just to humiliate you.

You’re already sweaty and breathless; and the two haven’t even properly begun.

Kuroo leans forward, hooks your leg across his shoulder to have his arms free, then pushes in. Your tits sway with the motion and both men immediately stare at them. He sighs as he starts to easily fuck you, and you startle when Daichi’s hand curls around your ankle, not unlike Kuroo did moments before, and easily pulls you closer across the already rumpled sheets.

You could kick at him and try to squirm away, but it would be equally futile. The thought excites you inordinately but you made no move nor said any words, only a glazed and needy look on your face.

You are nothing but their slut and… it feels good. They take care of you how they want you; Daichi likes to see you stretched out next to the other man close enough that you can curl your palm around his cock. Your hands are small, barely able to wrap itself around his girth, but they are pretty looking. And incredibly soft.

But now you have your hands unthinkingly curled against Kuroo’s shoulders, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes and breathing deeply. You glance at Daichi, and your face goes all soft and warm.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Daichi praises you and flush, pink and humiliated.

He is stern when he wants to, but he’s yet to have actually hurt you. You don’t think he has it in him to be too harsh on you, apart from the rough fucking he always grants you with.

Kuroo leans forward, hands braced on your hips as he picks up his pace. You stretch for him and bare your throat, groaning deep in your chest when his cock slides deep and almost too easy. He could lean forward and bite at your shoulders and neck. Give you warm ticklish licks on your nape, or the patch of skin under your ear.

But he can’t take his eyes off of your swaying tits and the soft jiggle of your belly, visibly contracting with every thrust forward.

You’re easy for them; stroking their egos by coming quick and gracious with little incentive given. It’s the only testament to your beauty; your body is deliciously sensitive and they love exploiting it. Have your thighs nearly bust their skulls or squeeze their neck so hard when you lose control and come so hard you squirt.

They are very determined to make up for lost time.

“That’s it,” he groans as his hand starts to stroke his cock faster, his voice getting your nipples tight and excited. You’ve been primed to his voice to an embarrassing degree. “So well… such a good girl.”

You try to stifle your moans so that you can focus on the sound of his voice, throw one arm across your eyes so it’s harder for them to see your flush. Daichi breathes deeply and nods quickly, a bit overeager when Kuroo looks questioningly at him, wondering how far they should go tonight. Daichi smiles in satisfaction.

He can’t even remember you ever having been as flexible as you are now, folded in half before Kuroo mounts up on you again, but he knows you always do your best for them. You may have been shy and hesitant, only sticking to missionary and the likes, but that was once upon a time. If you mind the sharp hip bones and hard muscles poking at you while you’re getting put through your paces, you do not show it.

You do, in fact, not look like you’re in the position to notice much of anything anymore. Your face is a dull brick red and sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks as you try to wheeze through the new position as your knees are nearly at your shoulders.

Daichi watches as Kuroo’s hands cradle your head. They look too big on your face; you look like a puppy that still has to grow to fit into its owner’s loving arms. He clumsily wipes the hair out of your eyes while his hips pump down into the wet mess of your hole. He’s already filled you up with a couple loads—fucked even more of them out of you—but he does not seem to be done by a longshot.

This, at least, Daichi wants to burn to his mind. Being so endlessly horny; bursting with energy. Spending the first half of the night fucking his hand just out of the sheer pleasure he gets when he watches the fellow former captain rail you onto the mattress, your faces so close you are practically sharing the same warm puffs of air.

“You’re so beautiful,” Daichi hears his own voice drawl. It’s surreal. You are making a weird sound in response; a long, drawn-out whine that rattles weirdly in your throat before it breaks and you scream out Kuroo’s name again, while your glassy eyes are unfocused and soft, staring up at him with undivided attention.

He knows that look well, and he feels himself tense in anticipation, leaning forward on the chair he’s pulled close enough to the bed that his knees are hitting the edge of it.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” He croons. He wants to reach out and touch you as well, but he likes the look of Kuroo’s broad, damp fingers playing with the brown strands of your hair, then drifting down to rudely squeeze your breast. “Come on, tell us how you feel.”

He catches Kuroo’s curious glance for a second but does not elaborate further. The latter jumps on it like a dog on a bone, predictably. Daichi does not need to do more than stand back and enjoy the show as he braces himself next to your hand and pushes himself up, staring down at you.

Daichi can see your legs wiggling pathetically in the air when Kuroo stops dicking deep into the sloppy mess he’s made of you, where your toes were just curling, feet bouncing in the air just seconds ago—but he just wants to give you a breather. Let you rest for a minute or so while your body calms down.

“Yeah? Wanna tell us something?” There’s a glint in Kuroo’s eyes; not teasing but close to it. Something sharp and hungry and less affectionate than Daichi. He’s been impatient, not wasting a second longer to get his dick wet in your hot cunt, and he’s not pretending he likes to wait either. You do not seem to mind it; if anything, it probably gets you all the hotter and needier… makes you debase yourself underneath him.

Let him slap your tits and pinch your ass and as you drift in and out, listen to Daichi’s orders to tell you to lift it higher so Kuroo doesn’t have to work so hard.

You’ll do it all just to get a nice deep dicking with their cocks in a way that nothing else can quite satisfy, not yourself, not anyone else. They don’t like it when you do, anyway, and it’s not as if either of them would ever let you meet any other men, let alone fuck them.

Daichi has always been soft for you; he can’t help wanting to coddle you and croon at you and make love.

“Come on, tell me.” Kuroo is not even out of breath. He pulls back, dragging his cock out of you in a slow, wet motion that produces a nasty squelching sound as more cum bubbles out; fucked frothy by him already.

You squawk, undignified, trying to grab for him, but Daichi slaps your hands away.

“Please, Tetsu, please...” You are more than eager to give them what they want as long as it’ll get you filled up again. You moan deep and rattling in your heaving chest, trying so hard to keep your hands to yourself. “W-Want your cock!”

Daichi pauses for a second, his mouth parted in a small ‘o’ of surprise before it stretches in a big smile, one that can be mistaken as nothing else but love and affection, right before he lets out a scoff. It usually takes more time to work you up to this, no talking back to them, using your every breath to beg.

“Oh fuck. That’s it, hm? You want his cock back inside you?”

Kuroo makes a move right away, not paying attention to you trying to grab at him and places your hands at the backs of your thighs to have a better leverage to fuck back into you with a sharp, deep thrust that has you jerking and throw your head back.

You scrabble at him, finally able to curl your hands around his biceps. You are holding on for dear life as he starts fucking again in a way you remember too well; sharp and fast thrusts as he chases his own orgasm and completely forgets that the warm hole around his dick belongs to a person.

You don’t seem to mind. You are chanting his name now, voice wobbling in time with the quick thrusts that seem aimed at fucking right through your belly button. Daichi watches it happen with a quiet, pulsing kind of affection. His cock is red and flushed, having grown even bigger as he strokes it with his palm, leaking into his hand.

He cannot bring himself to treat you with as little gentleness as Kuroo does, but it sure is nice watching someone do it… fuck you right through your orgasms and not give a damn about your mewling about not being able to take anymore, trying to wriggle away; Kuroo just grabs you and dicks you through it until you become lax and glassy-eyed again.

It is, quite frankly, a revelation. This is his favorite thing to do.

#daichi smut #kuroo smut #daichi x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader smut #daichi x reader smut #kuroo x reader smut #sawamura daichi #kuroo tetsurou

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folkloreguk · 4 years ago

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Daylight (m)

A/N: SOFTNESS WARNING!!! Also idk if anyone does this but in case you want to listen to music whilst reading, I named this after Taylor Swift’s Daylight because it’s one of my favorite songs in the whole world!

words: ~ 3.1 k

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), just some wholesome love-making

[H/N means ‘his name’]

You had always liked driving at nighttime. Especially, when you weren’t the one behind the steering wheel. You could look out the window, watching the lit houses, admiring the decorations and searching for the moon in the sky. That night, though, heavy clouds were hovering above the whole city, so you diverted your attention to the young man driving the car, sitting next to you.

The two of you had been together for long enough, so even sitting and driving in silence had become completely comfortable to you. Soft music was playing from the speakers as you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, smirking, but keeping his eyes on the road.

“Just because I can,” you said, lost in thoughts. His smile was so handsome as he chuckled at your answer.

“If you keep being this cute, I might have to take the long way home,” he said. “Because I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“We can go on another date tomorrow. I wouldn’t mind,” you spoke. He grinned.

“I’d make fun of you for being obsessed with me,” he said, “But then I’d have to make fun of myself too.”

When you looked at him it really hit you. You were completely and utterly in love with him. His eyes sparkled in the dark as if they held the entire galaxy in them. Countless times you felt yourself getting lost in them while you watched him speak. His entire being had become a second home to you, and whenever you saw his arms and shoulders you wanted nothing more than to be close to him and have him hold you. You adored listening to him talk. He often argued as though his stories weren’t that exciting, but you would always fight that. The sound of his voice when he told you about his day had easily become your favorite song in the world. Everything he did only made you more attracted to him, so much it sometimes overwhelmed you. It made your chest feel so full and warm, knocked the breath out of your lungs and made you smile until your cheeks hurt. And even now, you were grinning to yourself.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized the raindrops on the car’s window. It might have been winter, but there was no snow in sight. Instead, with time the rain only seemed to become heavier. Within the next minute even the windscreen wipers were struggling to get rid of all the water.

As you were caught up in watching the raindrops run down the window glass, you barely noticed him pulling up in the street in front of your home. You gazed at him after he had turned off the engine.

“Don’t even think about going out in the rain now,” he warned you. “You’ll be drenched within seconds and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Yes sir,” you joked. “What if it doesn’t stop for an hour?”

“I guess our date will be an hour longer then. Have you never had a date in a car?”

“I guess it’s kinda romantic,” you said. “With the rain.”

He smiled at your words and your heart fluttered because he was finally looking you in the eyes after driving for so long. First, you stared into his dark eyes, then your attention slowly diverted to his lips. His perfect lips. He must had noticed, because he leaned across to your seat a little. You met him halfway there, closing your eyes.

You had kissed before, of course. But he never failed to make your head spin with a few simple touches. His tongue, that softly swiped over your bottom lip and his hands, only luring you closer by touching your neck and cheeks, were your absolute weakness.

Not one cell in your body wanted him to leave yet. You suddenly felt very thankful towards the dark clouds that had covered the moon. Instead, they had brought you more time with your lover. The kiss had started out innocently, but soon both of you were breathing heavily against each other’s lips, and your hands became touchier with every moment. Strong rain was still falling, knocking onto the roof of the car in the darkness.

“Sit in my lap,” he suddenly said. As much as you had wanted to do just that, you pulled away and looked at him.

“H/N, there’s houses all around us,” you said, worried some of your neighbors would see. “But…we could run into my house.”

He seemed to rethink his previous words, when he had told you that you would catch a cold if you ran inside.

“We could do that,” he smirked. You returned his smile, gripping the door handle from inside. Slowly, you counted from one to three as he did the same as you. Then, you opened the door.

The suddenly loud noise of the downpour startled you, but you only grabbed your bag and then quickly started running. Behind you, he was laughing, catching up to you when you had reached your front door. He was hugging you from behind, trying to shelter your head from the rain by holding up a side of his jacket.

But it was no use. Both of you were soaked when you finally had opened the door. Hastily, you shed off your shoes and ran to get towels from the bathroom.

“I might as well take off all my clothes now,” he said, walking after you into the living room. You turned your head, rising your eyebrows at him. By his expression, you could tell he had waited for your reaction already. Although the short break from kissing had distracted you, the moment you thought about his lips on yours, your hunger had returned.

Without a word, you took his hand and dragged him after you. He was grinning sheepishly when you entered your bedroom but gained his confidence back quickly.

“How would you feel if I took off your clothes instead?” you asked, your lips inches from his. There were raindrops on the tip of his nose and on his cheeks.

“It would be an honor,” he joked, touching your sides. His lips were still cold from the rain when you kissed him, and his hair was drenched when you ran your hands through it. He pulled you closer, your bodies touching, making you feel as though he might have been able to feel your heart beat as fast as it did. When you touched his hips, lifting the material of his shirt, he let out a small groan. For a moment he pulled away and let you pull it over his head.

You had seen him shirtless before, but never in this kind of situation. The farthest you had gone was making out. Neither of you was new to sex, but still, you had never gone there with him. And knowing you were probably about to, made your stomach flip in excitement.

“How did I get this lucky?” you asked, not thinking about your words. You knew you could be honest and yourself with him.

“I should be the one asking this question,” he asked, before kissing you passionately. The butterflies in your belly mixed with neediness when he slipped his hands under your shirt. You let him take it off. His hands were all over you as he reconnected your lips, the kiss now messier. He was holding your sides as he softly nudged you towards your bed. You took a few steps and he followed you, his body pressed against yours.

“Let’s get rid of these first,” you said, your hands going to the front of your pants and unzipping them. “I don’t want to get the rainwater all over my bed.”

He chuckled and followed your example. When you sat down on the edge of your bed, you felt weirdly insecure being in your underwear in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as if he could read your mind. Then he bent down to your level, kissing you deeply. At the same time, you leaned back, so he hovered over you and you lay down against your pillows. His lips brushed over your jaw, before gently kissing your neck. A small moan slipped over your lips at the sensation. He was touching your hips so delicately, as if he was handling the most precious thing in the world.

Then, his hands wandered higher, making you lift your upper body, so he could open the back of your bra and take it off. His lips, which had been kissing past your collar bones, now went lower, while his hands toyed with your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples. You whimpered, your hands grabbing his hair.

“I love the way you sound,” he spoke, his breath hot against your skin, only adding to the pleasure you were feeling. At that, you only let out a dragged-out moan, because one of his hands had slipped between your legs. You spread them further, while his finger ghosted over your underwear, barely touching you. He seemed to like seeing your reaction, even to his small actions. His lips felt like flower petals touching you on your belly, down to your hips. When they were hovering just above where your underwear started, your hips bucked up slightly.

Softly, he chuckled and pushed your hips down with his hands. Slowly, his fingers ran down your sides and linked into the material of your underwear. But just as you thought he was going to pull it down he took some more time to kiss the insides of your thighs.

“How can you be so perfect?” he asked. You were about to answer, but he softly placed a kiss on your center. Your underwear separated his lips from your skin, and yet you sucked in a breath.

“I’m not perfect,” you said. He pulled aside your underwear.

“I think you are. So, so perfect,” he said, and then his tongue licked a thin stripe up your folds. He hummed at the taste and you pushed your head back into the sheets, moaning in pleasure. He teased your entrance with his digits, but then he had other plans. As he detached his face from your center you lifted your hips, helping him to take off your underwear completely.

With almost pleading eyes you looked at him so he would keep doing what he was doing. His expression told you, there was no reason for you to beg for anything. He would do whatever you needed him to do. Just for another few seconds he kissed the insides of your thighs, making you squeal a little whenever he came close to your center. He chuckled lightly, probably finding your reaction adorable. But he preferred your moans over your squeals.

So, he finally reconnected his lips with your center. This time, he didn’t take his time as much as before. His tongue pressed against your clit before sucking gently. Right away, he drew out another moan from you.

“Right there,” you let him know, sighing.

Sure, one-night stands were fun. But in that moment, you realized they were nothing in comparison to this. Having the person you loved most in the world laying between your legs, butterflies raging in your belly while your eyes rolled to the back of your head from how good he made you feel – nothing would ever get close to this sort of serenity. You softly ran your hand through his hair, before letting them rest on your sides.

He intertwined one of his hands with yours, the gesture only making you feel luckier. In that moment, time could have stopped – or maybe it did – you only had attention for him either way. It was just the two of you in your bedroom, no sign of anyone else or any other places you ever wanted to go.

You had never been able to let go of everything else on your mind like you were able to in that moment. Slowly, your hips moved against his mouth, while your eyes shut to focus even more. His tongue hit just the right spots after you had let him know what you liked through your moans.

But you wanted even more of him. You wanted to feel his skin against yours and his heartbeat right above your heart. You wanted to kiss him again and again and have him inside of you.

“H/N”, you said. “Come here, I want you.”

You beckoned him with your eyes and he smiled, his lips glossy and dark pink. He kissed his way up your stomach and chest, and when you felt as if you should have become impatient, you experienced the complete opposite. You loved how he took his time. If it had been up to you, this moment would have lasted for an eternity longer.

His nose touched yours just for a second, before he kissed your lips again. His tongue touched yours, not eagerly and yet leaving you breathless and hungry for more.

“In the bedside table,” you whispered against his lips and they curled into a smile. You waited patiently as he retrieved the condom and shed off his underwear to roll it on. His member stood against his abs and your stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation. When he bent down to your level again, you spread your legs so he could lay between them.

“Are you okay?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable. The question left your chest feeling warm and your head feeling fuzzy. You nodded, reaching down between the two of you and wrapping your hand around his shaft. He hissed when you moved your hand up and down a few times. Gently, you guided him to your core. He was holding himself up on his elbows on each side of your head when he pushed his hips into yours. You whimpered at how good he felt inside of you. Although your body wanted nothing more than for him to pick up the pace, push your body into the pillows and make you see stars, in that moment your pleasure didn’t even feel so important.

As he slowly thrusted into you, his brows furrowed in concentration. Delicately, you touched the side of his face, watching the stars in his eyes sparkle just for you. He looked at you like he could barely believe that you were his.

“I love you,” he said. It took a few seconds for your reaction to set in, because your mouth opened while you blinked at him without words. Of course, you were utterly in love with him, but you had never said it to each other up to this point.

“I love you too,” you said. Your smile lasted a second before he kissed you again. A small moan slipped past your lips when he hit the sweet spot inside of you, but it was muffled against his mouth. He tasted like home to you. Neither of you fought for dominance, your tongues dancing around each other. You loved the way your moans sounded when they mixed with his, and the way his hot breath fanned against your skin.

“You feel so good,” you said, to which he only deepened the kiss. Lazily, you closed your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as you possibly could, even though there was no way he could have been any closer than he was at that moment. The skin of his chest was hot on yours and you noticed every time he breathed in and out.

Instinctively, he was moving a little faster now, hands softly stroking your breasts and sides. With his forehead leaned against yours, you gazed into his eyes, barely able to keep them open for longer than a few seconds.

“Are you close?” he asked. You hummed and nodded, which was all you could do due to the way you were biting your lip. You whimpered when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed quick circles onto the sensitive nub, causing your mouth to fall open, your head pushed into the pillow.

He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, only adding to how amazing you felt. Usually, you weren’t one to show off your hickeys, but with him you didn’t mind at all. You used to think love was a secret between two people. Now, all you wanted to do was to show the whole world how lucky you had become. You tugged on his hair softly, knowing from previous make-out-sessions how much he liked it. In response, he moaned your name quietly, and you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening at the simple sound of his voice.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier and his hand drawing figure eights on your center was now making you breathless. As much as you wanted him to see in your eyes how you felt – how good he was making you feel – there was no way you could force your eyelids to stay open anymore.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. You nodded, silently telling him ‘me too’.

His last thrusts were quick and messy, but they pushed you over the edge too. He reached his high a little before you did, but he never stopped moving his fingers, even when his sensitivity set in and his hips slowed down. He had almost stopped thrusting when you clenched your legs around him. A high whimper fell off your lips and your back arched off the mattress, pressing your chest against his even tighter. After another few seconds, you grabbed his wrist, signaling him he could slow down now. After he had pulled out, he hovered above you for a while, catching his breath. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down, his lips soft on yours. Where before there had been fiery passion, a composed tranquility came over you.

Probably physically tired, he rolled over to lay next to you and you turned to him. When you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, he moved your hair out of your eyes. There were a million things you could tell him, and simultaneously nothing you needed to say in that moment. Gently, you turned your head to place a kiss on his skin. Before you would have to go back to reality, you felt it was best to simply lay in comfortable silence. With every rise and fall of his chest your eyelids grew heavier. Eventually, you gave in to the urge, drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 3 years ago

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MC comforting Vinca while she is crying

Pairing with: Can we write mc getting terribly injured and almost dying for vinca? and then emotional vinca❤️

Warning: Mentions of blood.

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Part 1

Written by @cute-ogre

A warm hand squeezes hers and let it go.

Nico breathes in heavily, inhaling the cold air, the familiar smell of antiseptic, bleach and pine telling her immediately exactly where she was.

The bleary vision soon became more focused and she was able to see the nurse standing by her bedside, checking her vitals and taking fast notes. He smiled when he noticed his patient was awake, making a nervous one-sided chat while waiting for the doctor responsible for her, a cautious looking woman that calmly explained her general state and left her alone after a long check up, noticing her tired state.

She closes her eyes, sighing, exhausted. Her body was weirdly numb and she couldn't quite move yet. Her thoughts were difficult to grasp, like they were floating in a tick fog, bouncing slowly back into her mind one by one.

Her house was broken in, she was alone. There were shouts, hers, and growls from the way-smarter-than-it- should-be demon.

(Because, yeah, those exist.)

Cold hands trying to get the locket out of hers. The small locket with, apparently, Vinca's soul in it. Vinca couldn't read her mind and apparently that means creepy, stabby demon time.

Light catching in the metal as a pocket knife was pulled, made a shallow, bloody cut in the left side of her head and then sunk into her abdomen.

A piercing scream as she killed it, a mysterious light shooting from her wound like lightning, disintegrating the demon on the spot. The demon needed her blood for something, she thinks, but couldn't remember why or what.

Bloodied hands trying to make a call with no success.

Bandaging the wound with shaky hands, trying to keep the knife firmly in place.

A seven-minutes-long, careful, anxious walk until Vinca's house. Her hands pressing the wound, trying to keep the knife there without damaging her body even more.

Constantly analyzing her own state while looking for new attackers in the dark streets.

(The injury... below the belly button, lateral, probably non-lethal if treated soon by the looks of it. Elevated breath and heart rate with dizziness, so moderate blood loss, maybe?)

Knocking on the taller woman's door frantically, a door opening, wide blue eyes staring at her in shock.

And then everything was blurry.

The sound of the door opening brought Nico's attention back to the present.

"I can't believe she was stabbed! She will have such a cool scar!"

Trudy's voice rings loud and excited, and Vinca's answer is barely a hiss.

"If you don't shut up and back off, I will make sure you'll get one too."

"Really? That would be so badass!"

There's some commotion, a yelp accompanied by hushed whispered yell and then silence.

Someone clears their throat.

"We will go get some clean clothes for her, Laz is already there taking care of her mom. We'll be back soon." Yvette's voice sounds gentle and low, and was received with a low grunt of agreement and a closed door.

Nico's eyes open again, vision bleary for a second before being filled with the familiar big, crazed,blue eyes and messy blonde hair. The Pride assassin's face close enough that she was able to see the small freckles that adorned her -weirdly- make-up free face.

"H-Hi?"

Vinca just stares intensely at her in silence for a awkwardly long time before smirking, poking the small women's cheek.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to wake up! Feeling better, Julius Caesar?"

The dark haired girl blinks, nodding distractedly, her eyes scanning the white hospital room. When she speaks, her voice sounds hoarse and weak.

"Thank you for bringing me here, and I'm sorry, I probably spilled blood all over your nice car."

Vinca's smile appears to waver for a second before she let out a snort, straightening up. "Yeah, your stabbed ass made quite a mess, had to drag you out of the car like a dead corpse. Hope you know that you will be the one cleaning it."

"Hey! It's not my fault I was stabbed!"

"Yes it is, you are the easiest target I have ever seen, you look like the type of person that tries to hold on to the water when you slip on the shower." The blonde shots her a teasing look, seeing the small woman roll her eyes in annoyance, a weak smile on her lips.

"Oh, you can kiss my ass!"

"What ass? You have none, you are flat like the surface of the earth."

She is using humor to cope, like she always does when she feels strong emotions.

Brown eyes stare at Vinca, seeing the model stands up with a tense posture and walk to a table with a jar of water nearby.

"Please tell me you are joking and don't, in fact, believe that the earth is flat."

Like the unbearable brat she is, the blonde woman just shrugs, smirking a little bit before resuming her task, and Nico notices the slight shake of her hands as she pours the water in a plastic cup.

"It may be."

"The- the earth isn't flat."

Nodding slowly, she sits on the bed again, blue eyes twinkling and a soft smile on her lips.

"I know, and neither are you, hotshot." She winks, offering the cup of water, earning a laugh from the bike mechanic. "You should drink it, you lost a disgusting amount of blood."

Nico sighs, before slowly trying to seat up with the taller woman's help.

"Did I pass out? I don't remember anything after knocking on your door."

Smile gone, the tallest Wren sister shakes her head seriously.

"You didn't, but you were definitely confused."

"Oh."

There is a heavy pause with Vinca opening and closing her mouth before clenching her jaw and letting out a annoyed huff.

"I was really... " She waves her hand in the air and grimaces, like the next words are causing her physical pain "...worried about you, I think."

"Aww, you think?"

It takes all of her strength of will, but Nico manages to hold back a smug smirk, looking up to see the blonde scratch uncomfortably one of her slightly reddened cheeks.

"I thought you hated me when we first met. Look at us now, progress!"

She bites her lip, holding back a smile, gives the Chinese woman a side-eyed look and sniffs.

"I did. But eh, you grew on me, like a fungus."

I care a lot about you too

Humming, the bike mechanic takes a sip of water, furrowing her brow when she notice the way the mind-reader keeps looking fixedly at her own hands, opening and closing them repeatedly.

"...Vinca? Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine."

The huge bags under her eyes doesn't exactly scream "fine" to Nico, but she decides to finish her water before asking again.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm peachy, why wouldn't I be?" She snatches the empty cup of water, throwing it into the garbage can without even looking at it.

"It's... It's about the locket? Something happened to it?"

"The locket it's fine." The answer is suddenly tense and Nico looks at her dubiously.

"Are you sure? It seemed impor-"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't care about the fucking locket."

She grits, crossing her arms in annoyance, voice sounding snappy, but she doesn't meet her eyes when she keeps talking.

"And you are a moron. I can't believe you got yourself stabbed for that stupid thing."

The Chinese woman lets out a incredulous laugh, ignoring the way her head hurt a little when she did.

"A locked with you soul in it,detail you forgot to mention by the way! And you told me to take care of it!"

"I said 'Take care of it', not 'get killed protecting it' you dumbass!"

"Yeah, but I didn't die."

"You almost did!" There's a second of silence after the explosion, and when Vinca lifts her eyes they are shining with unshed tears and more vulnerable than Nico has ever seen them.

"It- it was so much blood and I thought that- I thought that you... and for a stupid locket!" Her breath is uneven, her hands moving in the air, wildly, and her eyes start darting to everything in the room besides the injured woman. "I don't care about my fucking soul! I could kick some old demon ass until they turned ash and get the locket back if it was stolen, but what would I do if I lost you?"

"Vinca..."

The dark haired woman stares at her in stunned silence, her body moving forward instinctively to touch her arm when she is hit by a sharp stab of pain, wincing.

The blonde rushes forward grabbing her shoulders and looking at her with wild eyes. A gentle pressure forcing the small woman to sit back.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"No. You are hurt."

It's a statement, a statement said with so much anguish that Nico doesn't even know what to do with it.

Long fingers touch delicately the bandage in her head and the sad blue eyes meet hers before learning in to press a soft kiss to her covered forehead earning a perplexed wide eyed stare.

"I'm sorry, you got hurt and I wasn't there to protect your nerd ass."

"Hey..."

The smaller woman mutters, hands cupping Vinca's face, wiping a tear and starting a gentle caress, drawing a shiver out of the woman.

"I'm fine, you are here right now to deck any demon for me, aren't you?"

Vinca smiles weakly and sniffs. "Bitch, you can bet I'm."

"Good. Now come here."

She moves carefully to the side, making a bigger space in the bed. To her surprise the taller woman immediately moves to sit by her side, hiding her face in her neck, inhaling the smell of strawberry shampoo coming from the soft dark hair and muttering:

"....about the locket."

"What?"

Nico feels a warm tear hit her skin.

"I said I'm-"

She huffs annoyed, grabbing a fistful of the brunette hospital gown.

"I'm sorry about the locket. I gave it to you because I thought that you deserved some part of me that wasn't tainted."

Nico forces herself to be silent, unsure of how to answer and her hands lift to caress soft wild hair earning a sigh from the blonde.

I will talk to her about it later

"I shouldn't have- I put you in danger and I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Let's just... forget about it for a while hm? But be aware that you will explain how did your soul ended up in a locked in details after I'm out of this hospital."

Nico jabs a accusatory finger, poking at the pride assassin's ribs.

"Whatever you say, girl boss."

Vinca chuckles, nodding and slowly raising her head and looking at the smaller woman with something in her eyes that the bike mechanic couldn't quite place.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

She hesitates for a moment, calculating, before speaking quietly.

"I... I'm just so glad that you are okay."

And something about the way blue eyes never leave brown tells Nico that that's not really what she was going to say at all.

"Me too."

Nico nods, smiling softly at her and seeing the Pride assassin blush and narrow her eyes.

"But if you tell anyone that I cried I'm gonna kick your tiny ass so hard that you're gonna fly off the planet earth and become a satellite, are we clear?"

"Would you really hurt an injured woman?"

The brown haired girl clutches her chest dramatically, earning a cheeky grin from the blond.

"Have you met me?"

"... Fair point."

#Anonymous #answered #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #sin with me #vinca wren #vinca x mc #swm vinca #sin with me vinca #lovestruck vinca #light angst #woeful wednesday

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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Today was a great day honestly. I was a little worried but I really did have fun. Last night was just a long night and I had a pretty bad head ache. But sleep was alright and I wasn't to miserable when I woke up.

Last night my groups were fine. But apparently the third group was really really bad. Just wildly disrespectful. But I would have many run ins with them and had a pretty good night, even if my head was pounding.

James came and got me and we had kind of a tough drive home. But I was really glad to be back here. I got a shower and we got in bed really quick.

While winding down for sleep I did a little googling to try to find some information for getting a prescription for my psoriasis and it turns out that a company just started that does online derm appointments and prescriptions like they do for viatimins and birthdcontrol or ED meds. And so I signed up for that and would fill all the paperwork and take the pictures today. And now we wait. If I can get the clobetasol that has worked for me this year I would be so stupid excited.

I woke up at 7 today and got ready to head out to the flea market. I felt really cute. And I was a little nervous but it would be okay. James made me a pbandj and I had that before I left.

But really it went very well. Anne was still not ready. But I wasn't going to let that upset me. She would slowly pull a few things out throughout the morning. But mostly just talked to neighbors. But I was selling. All in all we made almost $200!

Anne did sell the bird cage and the dresser. But she under priced everything so I'm not horribly shocked. Gabby and O'Malley both came and bought so much stuff and they both got one of my denim jackets. And I was so excited that they are going to good homes and not out of my life forever.

I also got to meet O'Malley's roommates and they seemed nice. And O'Malley would come back later with a chocolate croissant for me!! Amazing. What a sweetheart.

I met a lot of really nice people. And I am really glad my things were making people happy!

I did buy a couple things. But I have myself a budget of $20 and only spent $15. I bought some pins and a little frame. But the best thing I got was a small bakers rack. I'm going to use it for drying stuff and I'm really excited that it was such a good price.

The sun would come out. And we kept selling and it was good. Anne was being a little odd at times. Specifically when she told people I would alter the clothes they bought from me ?? Something I cannot do?? I can like sort of hem but I wouldn't do it for someone else because I'm not actually good at that!! But it was fine. We talked about wedding stuff. I met nice people. It was a good day.

I was glad to be going home though. I thought it was too noon but was actually 1. But that was fine. I would take my things to the car and accidently dropped my cashbox in the street. But I got all my coins and struggled to get the bakers rack in the car by it I got it. But that's alright. I was happy to go home.

I got back here and felt very winded. I changed and did my pictures for the dermatologist thing. I had lunch. And felt a little beat.

I felt weirdly guilty about nothing. I texted James and they offered to bring home sushi but I felt guilty asking for that. And they told me to stop that. And would bring me enough food for me to have it again for lunch tomorrow.

I worked on designing an invite card for our second reception. And just hung out. I thought about sleeping but just waited for James to come home.

I was happy to have them home. I enjoyed my sushi. But my belly hurt a little and I went to lay down and watch nonsense. We would eventually work on planting some stuff on the fire escape and sorting out some of my camp materials. It was good but there is still a lot of junk that needs to be sorted.

I would take a bath and it made my skin feel a little better. I know I shouldn't take such hot baths but it makes my body feel better.

I washed my hair and I really tried to scrunch and moisturize because my hair has been pretty dry the last couple days. But right now it looks very very cute.

Me and James have been hanging out in bed for a while now. I am very sleepy. But there is no day off because tomorrow is my pop up at west elm!! We don't have to be there until 11, or at least right before 11. And we'll be there for most of the afternoon. I am looking forward to it.

I hope you all have a great day tomorrow. Sleep good my friends.

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emilycollins00 · 4 years ago

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Watching over you (Sakuya centric)

I’ve been working on this for so long honestly at one point I didn’t know if it would ever see the light, but thankfully here it is! 💕

She believes she would recognize his smile even if she lost her sight. Even if she couldn’t touch him anymore and all she could do was listen. Because when he does it, his sounds are bubbly light and silky, tickling her skin. And when he pouts, on those rare occasions, they’re sharper and a bit of a mess, but she adores it nonetheless.

His son had his husband’s smile, that was unquestionable. She knew the moment she laid her eyes on him on that spring afternoon, cherry and chubby cheeks making way to match his hair. The first time Sakuya laughed-actually pretty soon after being born, like he’d been awaiting impatiently all those months inside her belly- she distinguished that familiar brightness and peace. It was no wonder he was a spring baby. She clutches him tightly against her chest, and wonders if she’ll ever feel sad again.

“Good sleeper as always” a man remarks, entering the living room “He gets that from you, you know”

“Let’s cross fingers he stays like this when he starts growing up too” she chuckles, and he joins, looking at his son with yearning. Sakuya might look almost like him, but from what he had learnt, he definitely takes more after his wife in terms of personality. He is curious and gentle, just like her.

He sits down on the sofa resting with them, and she leans in. Sakuya is still fast asleep, but she has this sudden, selfish wish to wake him up, just to enjoy those big crimson eyes- one of the few physical traits similar to her- again.

“Our little miracle” she hears his husband whispers. The words hit her as shaky, like a soft earthquake. She turns to look at him and finds his cheeks wet. He tries to move away so the tears don’t hit the baby, but a few still fall on her.

“He has your smile, did you notice?” she says.

He wipes his eyes, smiling embarrassed while Sakuya squirms, curling his tiny fingers around the blanket that they picked a few weeks before he was born.

It's not been that long since Sakuya entered in their lives. But both know him already like a part of themselves. Every strand of hair. Every like and dislike. And they’ll learn more and more about him, for the rest of their lifes, and his. Even when they are gone. That much is true.

Sakuya Sakuma had no real clear memory of his parents.

He could recount all he remembered of his mom on one hand, and from his dad on the other. As time passed and he grew up though, those memories became tangled, sinking deeper in his brain, the list getting shorter.

So short that at a certain point, Sakuya noticed he couldn’t remember his mother’s soft laugh or his father’s clear smile anymore. His relatives never really bothered to keep photos of them, so he desperately held onto the memories of his mother’s crimson eyes and his dad’s scratchy face by drawings and sketches he made himself.

It was one of the things he regretted most whenever he went to pray during their anniversary, not really knowing how they looked like.

“…it was really close, but Tsumugi-san and the rest of the winter troupe managed to win! So now we get to keep performing at Mankai. Here, see?” Sakuya turned to his school bag excited, taking out of it a piece of paper and placing it carefully next to the small bouquet of flowers “This is one of the tickets. I asked director for one to keep as a memory. We even made a celebration afterwards which was super fun, though Sakyo-san insisted we should all be more mindful of our still new image” he giggled, reminiscing the not too long-ago event “Ah, but I’m doing my best to balance school work of course! So you really don’t have to worry”

He hadn’t told anyone at the dorm about today. Not because he thought it was troubling, but it was something he had always done alone. It felt strange talking about it, although he was sure no one would have minded it, had he asked for company.

“Director, the spring troupe… everyday is so much fun now thanks to everyone” he lifted his head to the sky and then to the names engraved on the graves “It would have been nice if you met them”

But just as the show had to go on, life did too, Sakuya knew that more than anyone. So dusting away the dirt from his knees, he stood up. And when he arrived at the dorm, he did his best to put on the brightest smile. And if anyone noticed any change in his behaviour, no one mentioned it.

Now it was past midnight, and he couldn’t sleep.

It had been a while since he had a night like this. When it happens, he usually goes to Itaru’s or Azuma’s- sometimes even director’s- but this time the uneasiness was manageable, so he rose softly from the bed, shuffling around and leaving the room.

Sakuya walked carefully across the hallway to the living room and then into the kitchen, where the sound tended to distance itself from the bedrooms.

As usual, there was a plate of scones left by Omi on the cupboard, just in case someone woke up. He decided to warm a cup of milk and set some aside.

He leaned against the sink until milk was warmed up, inhaling the steam from the cup and heading towards the courtyard. After setting everything besides him on the bench, he sat and stared out into the night sky, watching stars twinkle and listening to the crickets sing.

His attention was suddenly caught by a plushie on the floor. A pink one. He grabbed it, staring at it tilting his head. He had never seen it in the dorm before.

“Sakuya?”

The male voice he heard didn’t match anyone’s in the dorm but weirdly enough, it didn’t alert him. On the contrary, it set off a strange nostalgic feeling withing him, somehow. He questioned it, of course, as he left the plushie aside and turned. And then he saw them.

It was as if every memory and repressed thought emerged all at once against his chest with blazing strength.

He stood up slowly, arms laying limply on his sides. The silence before him was deafening and Sakuya was sure his ears were ringing. His eyes definitely wide.

He felt his throat clench painfully with the force it takes to not let tears out. Because it had to be a dream, but their eyes were glistening under the stars and they felt warm.

This time, it was his mother who spoke, so sweet and softly he could have melted on the spot “You’ve grown”

At this point, he was too exhausted to think logically. His feet began moving almost at the same time as theirs did towards him. All the doubts, the regrets, the worries that’d been stealing his sleep, kept gradually letting go of him with each step he gave. He threw himself into their arms, making small, gasping noises at first, and then he was crying, sobbing in earnest, fingernails digging into his parent’s skin so hard he feared he may be hurting them. But they didn’t pull away, didn’t even consider it.

‘I miss you, I miss you so much’ he kept whispering over and over, and every time he did, they would tighten their grip ever so slightly.

Slowly, he managed to calm down and step back, but gripped both of their hands tightly, as if telling them not to let go.

“Sakuya-”

“I’m sorry” he inhaled sharply, trying to calm down. He didn’t want to sound as if he was complaining “I’m doing okay. M-Mankai has become my home, you see. They welcomed me when they didn’t have to and you- I know you would have taken care of me, if you could have so-”

Sakuya looked up, and it startled him, seeing his mother crying too “Mom…?”

She let go of his hands and pulled him against her “Oh, honey” she breathed shakily “We are so sorry for leaving you alone”

“No, please” Sakuya said, his eyes were burning. That was what he didn’t want to happen “I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t- that’s not your-”

“But your feelings are still there” she coaxed, caressing his cheek, taking away the tears from the corner of his eyes “And you’re allowed to feel them”

“We have been watching you all this time” his father placed his hand on his back.

And Sakuya broke down again.

Because just how many times had he fervently wished for that to be true. To hear them. How many times when he was in school and saw children with their families he swallowed and smile, imagining himself in their place.

He was trembling, filled with too many things he wanted to say that he was overwhelmed where to start.

“Did- Did you see me on stage…?”

His mother cupped his face between her hands and nodded, smiling. She looked beautiful under the moonlight, Sakuya couldn’t help thinking. He wanted to stay there, enjoying her crimson eyes, just to make sure they still matched his own “You are the light and joy of our lives, honey. And that smile of yours will be the light that will guide and help others in the future, I’m sure”

“We love you, Sakuya” his father nodded, kissing the top of his head and wrapping his arms around them tightly once more. He was trembling “From the bottom of our hearts. Never forget that”

He doesn’t know how long they stood there hugging, taking in each other’s warmth, but it lasted until all of his tears had stopped and dried. And when they broke apart, this time, he managed to give them a real smile.

“I’ll do my best to make you both proud”

They showered him with a bigger one “Being who you are is enough, Sakuya. We are already proud. We always will”

“I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad... so much”

Next time he blinked, the wall welcomed Sakuya into his room. He was lying on the side, the clock next to his bed reading five in the morning.

He turned so that his body faced the ceiling, giving a short glance around still disoriented. He didn’t remember what he was dreaming about, memories were fazing, but his chest was about to burst with a relief he hadn’t felt in a while flooding over him.

It was so overwhelmingly cozy it made him shiver.

He looked outside the window, noticing one of the stars blinked a bit brighter than the rest. Sakuya decided to embrace himself against the pillows, placing a hand over his chest.

It was a feeling he couldn’t name, but it felt warm, and he smiled.

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I stan Sakuya x Happiness

Have a wonderful day, loves 💕

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friendandphoe · 4 years ago

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okay the formatting on this is gonna be a lil weird bUT!! have this figuring it out/something to last revamp that’s been sitting in my brain for the last few weeks @ahbonjour @museumlad @creativeskull95

There’s no way in hell she’s ever looking Professor Keelson in the eye again. “I’m sorry,” she croaks for the thousandth time, and finds a tissue being pressed into her hand.

“Quite alright, my dear,” Professor Keelson says soothingly, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded over his round belly. “Wipe your face, now, there you go. I’m — well.” And he rubs the bridge of his nose, just under his round wire glasses. “I can’t say I wasn’t expecting this, unfortunately.”

She nods numbly, ice trickling down her spine.

You ruined everything.

“I’m sorry,” she tries again, because it’s all she can think to say, but the professor waves her off with a weathered hand and pushes himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane as he makes his way to the mini fridge he keeps under the bookshelves.

“Now, now,” he says, almost scolding, and pulls out a clementine, a bar of chocolate, and a bottle of water. “Don’t you start that with me, Ms. Ochoa. This is not the first time I’ve had students crying in my office, I daresay it won’t be the last.” And he sits heavily back down in his chair, setting the snacks in front of her. “Eat, drink. Now, I won’t press on what’s been troubling you, but you know, these tired old eyes of mine do still catch a few things here and there, and I have seen you — well. I don’t like to use the word struggling, but you know, perhaps it is a bit more apt than anything else I could think of.” And she knows he’s looking at her, knows those beady black eyes well, but just focuses on unwrapping the chocolate bar as quietly as she can.

What makes you think we want you around?

“You’ve had a rough time of it, this year.”

It’s not a question, but she still finds herself nodding confirmation. “I don’t know what happened.” She says hoarsely, and reaches for the water bottle.

Leave us alone.

“I’ve been wanting this for years, I worked so hard to get into this program, I just—” and she has to press her mouth shut to keep the lump in her throat from escaping.

Leave us alone!

“Some… stuff. Uh, came up, I guess.”

They sit in silence for a minute, then softly: “The human mind is a wonderful, confusing little thing.” Professor Keelson says. She dares a glance up at him, finds him — thank god — staring out his office window. “It tends to block out anything unpleasant we might not want to hear, and often that negativity will build and build and build until, one day, the weight becomes too much to bear.” He sighs and scrubs a hand through his short white beard, messing the hairs out of their orderly style. “And then we must face the unfortunate truth that sometimes what we thought we wanted is, in actuality, not at all the path we should be taking."

She drops her gaze back down to her bouncing knee. “Is it stupid?” She blurts out, watching her leg blur under her rising tears. “I just — this is a good school, a good program, and I’ll have so many job opportunities when I graduate—”

A weathered hand stretches out across the desk, just reaching to where her pinky would've been. “And yet,” Professor Keelson murmurs. “It won’t make you happy.” He sits back in his chair, looking every inch the benevolent Santa Claus his students know him to be. “And given how miserable you’ve been this year, Ms. Ochoa, I daresay your ultimate happiness is worth far more than any graduating job offers.” His smile drops for a half-second. “Though I can’t say I won’t be sorry to see you go. You’re already one of my best students, you know.”

You're an embarrassment to my name and reputation.

A wet little giggle chokes out of her throat, and she wipes down her face one more time. “Don’t tempt me, I’m half-considering staying,” she admits. “Even with all of this.”

“Ah, but if you do, what sort of state will you be in once you graduate?” Professor Keelson says, raising a bushy brow. “All you young folk are the same. You’re young, you have that wonderful, limitless energy, but you must learn to take care of yourselves now, while you have the space to do so. Won’t do you any good to drive yourselves into the ground every night when you’re my age, you know!” He looks at her appraisingly, then smiles wide. “And you know, my dear, there’s great strength in being able to admit you were wrong. I’ve always admired people who are strong enough to chase their dreams instead of following the easy path. Do you have an idea where you’re going, yet?”

Don’t ever come back here, you little—

“There’s a performing and visual arts conservatory,” she says hesitantly. “River Park, downstate. They’ve got really good photography and filmmaking programs, and, um.” She pauses, unsure how to explain how right it had all felt when she’d been reading about it online. “Well, I have an interview on Wednesday, so.”

Professor Keelson’s smile widens. “River Park! My partner studied illustration there, years ago when we were both young. You’ll do wonderfully.”

She can’t help but feel like his faith is ever-so-slightly misplaced —

I didn't want you.

— maybe it’s just the existential crisis talking, who knows —

Do you understand me?

— but she can’t quite bring herself to argue against the sparkling excitement in the professor’s eyes. She lets him press another chocolate bar and tissue combo into her hand as he shuffles her out of his office, with strict, cheerful instructions to come see him before she leaves for her interview.

You were a mistake.

Tuesday night comes in the blink of an eye; she’d barely dumped her meager wardrobe back into the suitcase she’d kept under her bed and her sticky notes are still haphazardly slapped to the wall above her desk. She’s not exactly sure where the time went — it’s not like she went to any classes. Or ate much. Or was sleeping, really. Granted she did try, but the third time in the same night she woke up sobbing because her blankets had twisted around her leg, trapping her in an all-too-familiar heat vortex—

window won't break it's too hot it hurts to breathe window won't break it's so fucking hot she can't think window won't break but it'll slide get out of this goddamn heat get out get out crunch fuck ow hurts hurts ow fuck hurts her toes shouldn't be ow fuck fuck fuck pointing that way hurts hurts fucking hurts can't feel her knee fuck fuck where's papá—

— she kind of gave up. She doesn't even bother pulling out her shitty, half-broken headphones to try and watch something on Netflix to try and pass the time, she just lays in bed and listens to Rebecca softly snoring five feet away. The ceiling is infinitely more interesting than anything else she could’ve been focusing on, anyway.

Except maybe her portfolio. Which. She hasn’t really. Looked at.

She’s so fucked.

Still, she drags herself out of bed nice and early at 7 am Wednesday morning, beating her alarm by the customary 4 minutes, and actually manages to gather the energy to sift through her remaining clothes to dig out something — well. She doesn’t really have anything “nice,” per say, but she does have an oversized sweater that’ll pass as a dress once she puts on some makeup and a belt and ties her hair up, and that’ll have to be good enough.

You show up to my door looking like that?

River Park is going to laugh her right out the door.

Everything she might need is already shoved unceremoniously into her backpack — wallet, keys, wrist brace, student ID, laptop, flash drive (in its place of honor in the tiny pocket), knee brace, fruit snacks, water bottle — but her eye catches on her DLSR just as she’s finished tying the laces on her most comfortable boot, and she hesitates. She hasn’t really looked at her portfolio much recently — she knows she’s got some old pictures from Manhattan, and maybe some from various campus events that might be good, but it’s been a little hard to go out and take nice shots when she’s been drowning in depression soup for the past four months. Four years. Whatever. Either way, she doesn’t have much to show for herself, and inspiration hasn’t really hit lately.

But River Park is — well, she has no idea, really, she hasn’t seen it in person yet, but the photos online are gorgeous, all glass-and-brick buildings framed by forests and gardens. Very much a college town, from what she can tell, the campus map isn’t really a map so much as a general directory pointing out which buildings were associated with the conservatory, but there was something that felt weirdly homey about seeing those pictures. Maybe it was the layout of the buildings, maybe it was the way they described their classes and professors, maybe it was just the simple fact that everyone in those pictures was genuinely smiling, but she’d gotten this weird, longing ache just below her collarbone that had made her close down all her other college-related tabs and email River Park’s photography and filmmaking department.

Something feels good about that campus. And maybe, if she gets there a little early, she can—

You don't get to come into my life and — and ruin everything I have here.

It’s only seven forty-two. Her interview’s not until one, and the train ride downstate should only take an hour. She’s got time.

Which is how she finds herself knocking on Professor Keelson’s office door, DLSR hanging around her neck, about two hours earlier than she’d been intending to be there, praying to who and whatever might be listening that he’s actually in and she didn’t just horribly fuck this up like she’s been fucking up, oh, who’s to say, just about everything she touches these past few months.

You’re not a part of this family. You never will be.

“Come in, come in!” She hears just beyond the door, and she cautiously peeks in to find the wizened old professor crouching over his printer, staring at it suspiciously as it slowly spits out some document. “Hello, dear. Wasn’t expecting you this early!”

I think you should leave.

“Sorry,” she manages, hovering in the doorway. “I just — change of plans.”

Professor Keelson nods, collects his papers, and creaks over to his desk. “Yes, very good.” he agrees, shuffling the papers into two piles. “Take a seat, I promise I won’t keep you very long. You look nice, by the way.”

She sits, already relaxing in the warm familiarity of Professor Keelson’s overstuffed office. Maybe this is why he’d wanted her to visit before she went, just to make sure she wouldn’t vomit on the interviewers. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re very welcome. Now,” he says, stuffing one pile of papers into a folder. “These are all your important documents: transcripts, transferable credits, disability accommodations, et cetera. Pardon my overstepping, but you did seem a little, ah, frazzled, shall we say? Last you came to speak with me and I was almost positive that you wouldn’t have thought of pulling the paperwork together.”

Which is absolutely true, she hadn’t, and she can’t even bring herself to feel insulted that he’d assumed she wouldn’t. “Thank you very much,” she says, trying desperately to seem calm and cool and collected and not crush her very expensive, very precious camera in her white-knuckle grip.

A mess. You're a mess.

Professor Keelson’s face crinkles into a smile. “You’re very welcome. You’ll be happy to know that, since you’ve already completed all your core classes and general requirements, all of those credits will easily transfer between the schools. There may be a class or two you’ll have to make up, but you should be able to jump right in with your major-specific classes. Now, this,” he says, folding the other papers into an envelope. “Is your letter of recommendation. I’ll put it in the folder with everything else, but I wanted you to know that you had it.”

Oh, fuck, she might start crying again. “Professor—” she starts, but he’s already slid the folder across the desk to her.

“Ms. Ochoa, if I may.” Her mouth snaps shut, and he continues: “Our time together has been short, yes, but you have been one of my favorite students to ever come through these doors. Barring your obvious intelligence, passion, and work ethic, you’re also relentlessly kind, despite everything you’ve gone through.” His gaze fixes on her cheek for the briefest of moments, tracing over the lumps and bumps of her scars, but his eyes are as soft as they’ve ever been. “I don’t presume to know your history, but I know bits of your present, and the person I’ve seen would make a valuable asset to any school she goes to. If you approach your new classes and projects with as much determination as you did mine, I’ve no doubt your new instructors will be as proud of you as I am. I let them know as much.”

...

She numbly takes the folder, desperately blinking back tears. “Th-thank you, sir.” She manages, thick in the back of her throat. “I-I’ll do my best.”

Professor Keelson takes up his customary position, hands laced neatly over his belly. “You will.” He agrees, smiling. “Now, you should be heading out soon. I’d hate to make you miss your train, especially if you want to get there early.”

“Yes — yes.” And she gets up on autopilot, sliding the folder into her backpack as carefully as she can manage. “Thank you. Thank you so much, professor, I can’t — I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

She’s halfway out the door when she hears him call: “Ms. Ochoa, one more thing?”

She turns.

The professor smiles benevolently at her from his chair. “Don’t give up on yourself before you’ve even gotten started.”

And with that, she’s on her way.

Get out.

So, update: maybe deciding to take her portfolio pictures on her way to her college interview was a stupid idea, but to be fair, a lot of her stupid ideas have worked out pretty decently before, so. It’s fine.

Probably.

She definitely doesn’t almost miss the train by snapping shots of the mostly-empty station, but in her defense, the morning fog hadn't quite dissipated yet, and the spooky air of possibility that the tracks had been extending and disappearing into was just begging to be captured. And she absolutely doesn’t continually hop seats throughout the hour-long ride to get different angles of the seats, the blurry towns and roads whizzing past, or even a couple of self-portraits here and there. It’s not like there are people around for her to bother, anyway, so it’s fine. (Probably.) It’s a little hard getting a satisfyingly dramatic shot of her staring out the window, but she thinks the one where they’re passing through a tunnel and she’s locked eyes with her shadowy reflection might be a winner. She won’t really know until she opens them up on her computer, which will probably end up being just before the interview, with her luck, so. Who knows, she might just be wasting her time and battery life.

It’s the most fun she’s had in a while, though.

And. Fuck, maybe it makes no sense, but she's still got that feeling in her chest. It's creeping up to her ponytail, at this point, tugging on the ends of her curls, ordering her to pay attention.

Capture this.

It's important.

Last time she felt like that, she won an award, so. Y'know. Fuck her if she's going to ignore it.

She cuts herself off when there’s ten minutes left in the journey, just to be sure she’s not scrambling to put herself together as she’s pulling up to the station, but ten minutes, it turns out, is both much longer and much shorter than she thought it’d be. Just enough time to run down the list of all the possible ways this could (and would) go wrong, but not enough to steady her racing heart before the train’s slowing down.

You're delusional. This isn't one of your little fairy tales. This is — it's not going to happen.

Don’t give up on yourself before you’ve even gotten started, she remembers, taking one last breath to steel herself, and swings herself up onto her feet and out the doors.

The station is nice enough, but not terribly different from the one she’d started in besides being a little cleaner, so she shoulders her backpack and makes her way down the stairs and into the town proper.

Which.

Wow.

Maybe it’s just a seasonal thing, maybe not, but all the buildings she can see are draped with hanging lights, and even the curving street lights have extra strands hanging over the sidewalks. She almost wishes she’d scheduled her interview later in the day, just to be able to get a shot of those lights against the dark sky, but contents herself with snapping pictures of the incredibly aesthetic sidewalk and shops. She spots an art supply store with a cheerful blue door sandwiched between a movie theater and an apartment complex that frames up nicely, and there’s a coffee shop with swirling, festive winter-y designs painted on the window with pots of poinsettias framing the corners that’s a — no pun intended — picture-perfect paragon of coziness. She stops maybe a little too long to zoom in on the red leaves and flawless paint, making sure to keep the actual inside of the shop out of focus, because as cute as the beanbags and mismatched armchairs are, she doesn’t really feel like going in to ask if it’s alright for her to take pictures of the small handful of people both in front of and behind the counter.

One last shot of the poinsettias and she moves on, turning her lens to the last few, dying flowers in their garden beds, then to the display window of a bookstore that proudly announces its support of the LGBT community with various painted flags, then to the churning river that cuts through the town and the elegant bridge that arcs proudly above it.

There’s not a lot of people walking around right now, but she can definitely see kids around her age up the street, chatting and laughing amongst themselves as their breath puffs out in front of them. A cute dog bounces over to say hello before its owner tugs it away with a sheepish smile, and even without their leaves, the trees interspersed along the sidewalk stand tall, proud, and lovely.

She’s got that weird ache in her chest again — stronger this time — that indiscernible pull that draws her to stay, and she puts her camera down, puffing out a shaky breath.

What made you think we want you here?

“It doesn’t matter.” She tells herself sternly, leaning up on the sides of the bridge. “It doesn’t matter unless you get in.”

Speaking of. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, fully intending to double check the email she’d been sent with instructions on where to go, but her eye catches on the time.

Twelve forty-six.

So. Maybe not the best idea to go gallivanting around a campus she doesn’t know, especially when she has an extremely important interview to get to, but even as she’s scolding herself, she knows the pink flush in her cheeks isn’t just from the cold, and she’s got more energy now than she’s had in months, so.

Worth it.

Thank god E.A. Archer Hall is straightforward enough to find; Google Maps tells her it’s a seven minute walk in a mostly straight line from where she is on the bridge now, which she just about manages even though it’s cold and her stump is starting to ache. The building is emblazoned with the name right on the side, so it’s impossible to miss, but she needs a keycard to get in, and somehow she thinks her current school ID isn’t exactly going to fly here.

But someone, somewhere, is smiling on her, because she’s only just gotten to oh, shit before a tall woman with vitiligo and long box braids strides towards the door, pushing it open.

“Alejandra Ochoa?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she says as smoothly as she can behind her chattering teeth, and the woman smiles.

“You're right on time. Come on in, let's get started."

#I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW DIFFERENT FIO/STL WOULD GO NOW SO IM REWRITING IT #i dont wanna spoil things bc i am in fact working on the next bits but here are some minor thoughts:#1: alexa starts out as an architecture major then switches schools to go into photography/filmmaking spring semester 2nd year #((not to toot my own horn but the way her major reflects her emotional arc is actually very clever of me if i do say so myself))#2: alexa and jaimey are half siblings through their dad and there will in fact be more Jaimey/Juno development than ive ever done before #((i have a lot of thoughts about their relationship and how it would grow and develop over time so. lowkey Jaimey redemption arc))#3: alexa obviously nails this interview and she hangs out on campus for a lil while afterwards to take pictures #((3.5: she does end up going into the coffee shop and there is in fact a Very Cute Barista and she gets Nervous))#4: the little interjections are things that have been said to Alexa somewhat recently but not all by the same person #thats about it i think anything else would be spoiler-y #n e way i cant wait to loredump all my new thoughts on yall im so sorry in advance for all the notifications you're about to get #im workin on some AU stuff too but lately ive been wanting to write about Normal Kids doing Normal Kid Things so here we are #i hope you enjoyed #movie house #alejandra ochoa #alexa darmond #my writing #shut up phoenix

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Jeremy Meets Helpy

Chapter 1

Jeremy has been trying to make the best of his life after his nightmare in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. But his loneliness is about to be changed for the better from a source he least expected...

For @kanene-yaaay

This was just a fun idea I had. I just kept imagining what would happen if Jeremy met Helpy. And this was my answer! I hope you enjoy!

Jeremy was sitting in his house, reading a book. He was growing bored out of his mind from having almost nothing to do. He already got home from work, so he didn’t have anything to look forward to besides sleep. Sometimes, even sleep wasn’t fun...The painful memories of getting bitten while working would sometimes come back to him. He would feel his scar, drag his finger around the scar and would either cry or try to distract himself.

Sometimes distractions like TV, his phone or other things will help. But...sometimes it didn’t. And he would end up crying anyway. Truth be told, he was trying to make the most of his life. But...there were only a few good memories he could really think of.

Suddenly, a crash could be heard from the kitchen. Jeremy widened his eyes, got himself up and grabbed a nearby weapon. It was his garbage lid, and it was the only thing closest to him at that moment. Jeremy held onto it for dear life just like a shield, and quietly walked himself to the kitchen. When he looked in the kitchen, it looked like there was no one visibly in there. But his eyes fell upon a rattling colored box near the phone. It usually had binders, folders and his resume in there. But the stuff was being thrown and scattered all over.

Jeremy slowly brought himself to the box, picking up his folders and binders. He looked inside the box and…

It was purple...and shiny. Unsure of what else to do, Jeremy dropped the binders and folders into the box. The items hit the purple thing and let out a small noise:

“Ouch!”

It was weirdly high-pitched. It sounded like a weird, high-pitched robot voice that you’d give a fake hamster. Like those zhu zhu pets! Some of them had high-pitched voices!

Jeremy removed the binders & folders, and picked up the purple thing like a toddler. “Huh? Uhoh!” The thing reacted. Its back was facing Jeremy, allowing it to look around the room. It had ears! And arms, and legs! It also had a big middle.

The purple thing wiggled around a little and tried to turn its head around. Jeremy awkwardly looked at its back side and widened his eyes as a logo across the waist stuck out to him:

[Fazbear Entertainment]

FAZBEAR WHAT?!

Jeremy shrieked and dropped the thing, causing it to hit the ground and bounce. “Ouch! Oof! Ow!” The purple thing reacted as it bounced. It lifted its head up. “Where am I?” it asked next, looking around. Finally, the purple thing turned itself around and revealed its face and front body to him. “Oh! Hi!” The little thing said happily, waving.

It was a bear! A purple, plastic-looking bear!

Jeremy was shaking, growing super nervous. He knew the thing was tiny. He knew the thing could probably be punted 8 feet away. But it still scared him. Anything from Fazbear Entertainment scared him. He sensed that even the tiniest little thing like this, could find a way to hurt him too.

“Wow! Big!” It reacted, reaching its arms up.

Jeremy’s eyes shrunk a bit as he tried carefully poking it with his foot. The little bear, looking confused, tried to push his foot away. Jeremy raised an eyebrow and tried pushing the bear away with his arch against his forehead. The little bear let out a yelp of some sort, and tried to push the foot away again, or run towards it to force the foot in front. The look of the tiny purple bear, waving its arms around while his foot was against its forehead, was...kinda funny and cute.

Jeremy tilted his head and smiled a bit.

“Get off! Get off me, foot!” the bear yelled. The yelling did nothing, other than make Jeremy reconsider how scary this bear was. The bear removed the foot from his forehead and held onto it. Then, the bear started to smile. It placed its fingers onto his foot and started wiggling. “Tickle tickle!”

Jeremy yelped and pulled his foot away, causing the bear to fly up too. “Weeee!”

Jeremy hummed and widened his eyes when he realized the bear was holding onto his foot still. He was currently a couple feet in the air! Not sure what else to do, Jeremy awkwardly picked it up, and held it.

The bear giggled and looked at him with the biggest, cutest eyes. “Again!”

Jeremy smiled a little more. “Maybe in a bit.” He replied.

The bear hummed, and tilted his head. “Oh! Look!” The bear looked up at his ears, and started wiggling them in and out, in and out.

Jeremy couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Wow!” he replied enthusiastically. The bear let out its own giggle and covered its mouth. “Now: How did you get here?” Jeremy asked.

The bear pointed to the open window at the sink. Jeremy hung his head and sighed. He always forgets to close that window...

“So...You’re part of Freddy Fazbear’s?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy nodded his head. “Pizza!” The bear replied excitedly, throwing its hands into the air.

Feeling extra excited, the bear then pulled an air horn out of its purple belly and honked it in Jeremy’s face. Jeremy shrieked and dropped the bear, covering his ears in annoyance. The bear fell onto the ground with a crash…

A cracking sound could be heard for a moment as well…

Jeremy widened his eyes and uncovered his ears. “Oh shit...Are you okay?!” Jeremy asked.

The bear jumped right up onto its feet again with a giggle. Only...its little neck was not looking too good. The head was rotated a little too much to the side. That must’ve been what cracked. Next, the bear turned its neck back in front, emitting another loud crack sound.

Jeremy cringed and let out a little yip sound. Did- Did this bear just crack its neck and snap it back into place?! Jeremy had dropped his jaw in horror. What in the world was this thing?!

“D-Do you...have a name?” Jeremy asked.

The bear ran up and hugged Jeremy’s left leg. “Helpy loves you!” it replied while snuggling its face into his lower leg.

Helpy...This little bear’s name is Helpy. Jeremy smiled wider. “Helpy…” Jeremy said out loud. “He or her?” Jeremy asked.

The bear thought for a moment as it went back in its memories. A few seconds later, it finally answered. “Helpy a boy!” Jeremy giggled at the childish grammer.

Wanting to learn about Jeremy, Helpy looked up at him with curious eyes and pointed at Jeremy. Jeremy cleared his throat. “I’m Jeremy. I’m a boy too.” Jeremy replied.

Helpy gave Jeremy a big smile and let go of his leg. “Jeh...Jeeewwwa...eeemy- Jemy!” Helpy quickly declared, before breaking out in somewhat stop-motioned happy dancing. Jeremy giggled at the little bear’s cute little dance moves and watched him jump around and shake its booty. How in the world did such a shady cooperation manage to make such a cute little being?!

Jeremy couldn’t help but dance a little with him too. Helpy gasped at this and grabbed onto his leg while Jeremy danced. Jeremy stopped dancing and crossed his arms. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” He asked. Helpy replied by snuggling his face into his leg again and attempted to kiss his leg. It was more like a mouth clunk than an actual kiss though. Jeremy giggled at this more and picked him up. “Come here little Helpy.” He said.

Helpy squealed and threw his arms up excitedly as he was picked up. “Airplane! Airplane Helpy!” The little bear declared.

Jeremy brought Helpy closer and gave Helpy a big hug and a pat on the back. Helpy squealed happily and hugged him back. He also started giving Jeremy ‘kisses’, or cold head clunks, on his jawline and cheek.

Jeremy giggled and snickered at the weirdly ticklish kisses. Though they were meant to be loving, they were more awkward and tickly than anything. “Thahat tickles, Helpy.” He told the bear.

Helpy narrowed its eyes at him and opened his mouth to show off his buck-toothed smile. Jeremy widened his eyes and quickly realized he may have made a mistake with his words. Helpy brought his hands over and with no hesitation, it started skittering its fingers on his neck. Jeremy squeaked and giggled a little more. “Hehehelpy dohohohon’t!” Jeremy warned.

“Tickle tickle!” Helpy teased, wiggling its ears as he tickled him. Jeremy quickly brought Helpy away from his chest and neck and held him outwards in front of him.

Helpy went dazed for a moment or two. Confused, Helpy tapped his finger on his chin as he looked at Jeremy’s hands. Also wanting another hug, Helpy reached his arms out and looked at him with big, sad eyes.

“Are you gonna tickle me again?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy let out an auto tuned whimper and tilted his head as he reached for Jeremy.

“Listen to me:” Jeremy ordered softly. “Are you going to tickle me when I hug you?”

Helpy shook his head and made a humming sound to go with it. Then, he went back to reaching his arms out and waving his fingers. Jeremy sighed with defeat. He just couldn’t say no to this guy. It was impossible. So, he brought him into another hug.

Much like Jeremy kind of suspected, Helpy was clearly lying about the ‘not tickling you’ thing. Helpy went right back to tickling his neck the moment he made contact with Jeremy’s shoulders. This time though, Jeremy didn’t force him away. He decided to remain in the hug and just giggled away while Helpy tickled his neck. “Hehehehehe! Ihihi knehehew ihit, ya lihittle lihihihihier.” Jeremy said to him.

“Tickle tickle!” Helpy said, tickling under his chin too.

Jeremy moved his chin away and tittered with giggles mixed in. “Ohokahay, little Helpy. Should we find out where you came from?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy widened his eyes and frantically shook his head. He liked Jeremy! And he didn’t wanna leave him! Especially not now! Helpy wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s neck and refused to let go of him. Jeremy chuckled and let him hold on desperately to the back of his neck. He was surprisingly light for something made of plastic and metal parts.

“Do I have to find out if you’re ticklish too?” Jeremy asked.

Helpy widened his eyes and smiled a little more at that. Just for the sake of it, he refused to let go.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jeremy started skittering his fingers on Helpy’s sides and lower ‘rib’ area.

Helpy let out a little squeal and quickly started kicking his tiny feet. “Aahaha! Jemy! hehehe Jehemy! I’m gonna fall!” Helpy giggled.

Jeremy widened his eyes in shock. It WORKED?! He did NOT expect that to work! He smiled almost right away. “Now how in the world-” He grabbed Helpy, laid him down onto his inner arm like a baby and started tickling his belly. “How did Fazbear Entertainment manage this?!” He asked, referring to the programming that made him ticklish.

“Jehehemy! Tihihickles! Ihit tickles! Hehehehe!” Helpy giggled, covering his mouth with both his hands.

Jeremy took in a breath and blew a little raspberry on his belly. Helpy let out an auto tuned squeal of surprise and kicked his feetsies as he giggled a lot more higher-pitched into his hands.

“Awwww!” Jeremy teased. “You’re not a threat. You’re barely even scary! You’re just a rare gem. A tiny one at that.” Jeremy told him, poking his shirt buttons.

Helpy giggled and pushed his finger away with one of his hands while he covered his bashfulness with his other. “Jehehemy ehembarrassihihing mehehehe!” Helpy whined through his giggles.

“Oh no! What a tragedy! Is the poor Helpy gonna die from embarrassment if I forget to stop?” Jeremy asked dramatically.

Despite clearly being a robot, Helpy nodded his head. “Yeheheeees!” Helpy whined with a smile. Jeremy stopped and watched as Helpy’s giggles dropped. His happy face quickly turned pouty. “No no no!” Helpy grabbed Jeremy’s hand and pushed it up to his purple belly. “Happy embarrassed! Ihihi’m hahappy ehembarrassed!” Helpy explained.

Jeremy gasped at this and resumed tickling his belly. “Happy embarrassed? Is that a good thing?” Jeremy asked. He started poking the belly with a big smirk. “I think that’s a good thing!”

Helpy squealed and twisted himself around onto his belly to hide his blush inside Jeremy’s arm. Helpy was way too embarrassed to even look at Jeremy! And Jeremy himself found this so cute and hilarious!

“Awww! Teasy bear! Teasy Helpy the teddy!” Jeremy teased. His confidence quickly fell however, as he felt a few fingers in his armpit. Jeremy shrieked and curled in. “OOOHOHO NOHO! HEHEHELPYHYHY!” Jeremy laughed. “THAHAHAT’S CHEHEHEATIHIHING!”

Helpy smiled and quickly started digging into his armpit more. “Tickle tickle! Jemy tickly too!” Helpy teased back.

Jeremy fell down to his knees and continued leaning to the side being tickled. “YOHOHOHOU GOHOHOHOT YOHOUR AHAHATTAHACK! IHIHIT WAS MYHYHY TUHUHURN!” Jeremy protested.

“My turn! My turn!” Helpy declared proudly. “Helpy love tickly Jemy!”

Jeremy hung his head as he mentally realized that his fate was sealed. He was gonna end up with a little robot teddy bear that’s surprisingly really good at tickling. Though maybe that was a good thing. He could have a companion in this lonely small house. Maybe Helpy was the one thing that he needed!

Jeremy laid onto his back and let Helpy tickle him for a little longer. Happy to be given such a fun opportunity, Helpy pulled his hand out of Jeremy’s armpit and ran to his belly. “Buttons!” He declared and felt around for any buttons on his belly that resembled his own metal black buttons. Helpy lifted up his shirt and gasped at the circular dip on his torso. “...Button?”

Jeremy looked up. “Wha- NOHOHAHAHAHA!” He declared.

“Tickle Button!” Helpy declared as he added more pokes.

Jeremy squeaked and snorted, kicking his feet and rocking his belly left and right. “NOHOHO BEHEHELLYHYHYHYHYHYHY BUHUHUTTOHOHON! *snort* COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Jeremy pleaded.

“Tickle tickle button! Tickle button, tickle button!” Helpy repeated.

Jeremy snorted again. “THIHIHIS IHIHIS CUHUHUTE, BUHUHUT SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH!” Jeremy yelled at him.

Helpy gasped and looked up at him with big, wide, happy eyes. “Cute?” Helpy asked. He stopped tickling and crawled up to Jeremy’s shoulder. “Helpy cute?” He asked.

Jeremy looked over with a big smile on his face and petted his little bear ears. “Of course you are! You are very cute, Helpy.” Jeremy told him. Helpy covered his mouth and giggled while waving his ears up and down. It looked like Jeremy had found another tickle spot of his.

Jeremy giggled at this and started tickling his inner ear. This actually caused Helpy to break out into a toddler-like tantrum! But he was giggling and laughing with his eyes squeezed shut! His ears were waving up and down to try and get Jeremy’s fingers away, and he was rocking left and right as well, while throwing his limbs around everywhere! It was like a happy spaz attack!

Misinterpreting it from first glance, Jeremy quickly stopped and looked at him with a worried expression. “Are you okay?”

Helpy went completely limp in a star-shaped position and continued giggling in a lazy daze. Jeremy booped his snoot playfully, and bursted out laughing when the nose actually squeaked! Helpy giggled more at that. “Jemy boop!” Helpy declared. Jeremy giggled at that.

Helpy brought himself closer to Jeremy and cuddled against him. Jeremy, happy to cuddle him, wrapped his arms around him and started rubbing his belly. Helpy smiled and shoved his fuschia pink cheek into Jeremy’s shoulder.

Before they knew it, Jeremy had fallen asleep as he cuddled Helpy on the ground. He managed to sleep for a total of 2 hours before he woke up again. Jeremy smiled as he woke up from his sleepy daze and looked over to where Helpy was laying. But...Helpy wasn’t there. Huh? Where did he go? Jeremy got himself up and started looking around the house for Helpy. But he was nowhere to be found. Did he leave?

Jeremy sat down on the bed, trying to process what might’ve happened. Maybe Helpy had to leave and didn’t wanna wake him. Or maybe...he wasn’t there in the first place. Maybe Helpy was just a creature from his dreams. But it felt so real! It couldn’t have been a dream!

Could it?

Jeremy felt tears fill his eyes as he realized how much he’d lost in what felt like 5 minutes. He realized just how lonely and sad he was. Helpy filled a gaping hole he had lived with for half of his life. And now...It was empty again.

Jeremy put his hands in his pockets as he sunk down and hung his head. But his hand grazed across something. It felt like a piece of paper. It was too big and thick to be a receipt. And it felt folded in multiple spots. Jeremy pulled out the paper and read the front word that looked like it was typed out in bubble letters on a computer:

[Jemy!]

Jeremy widened his eyes. That was Helpy’s nickname for him! He WAS real! Jeremy opened the paper and read the bubble-lettered words written inside:

[Hi Jemy! Helpy had to go. I’m sorry. Mr. Emily wants me to help a work man. Helpy can come back soon! Pinky promise! Helpy loves you! ~Helpy]

Jeremy smiled through his tears. The mystery was solved. His questions were answered. Helpy is real alright, and he’ll come back for more cuddles and bonding moments when he’s done his job.

#before #fnaf pizzeria simulator #helpy fnaf #helpy the bear #helpy being cute #jeremy fitzgerald #jeremy fitzgerald being cute #ticklefic #switch!jeremy #switch!helpy #Jeremy Meets:

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spooky-luvur · 4 years ago

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Could y'all write an Arthur fic with the reader being a fan and got sucked into the game and kinda mouthed off to colm and gets himself captured :O

This was really fun lol

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“Well,”

You turn in circles, putting your hands on your hips. “At least I don’t have to worry about taxes.”

The people in town stare, obviously, and whisper, but they don’t point and they don’t yell or do something else mean someone from modern day Detroit would do. You’re not exactly blending in with your current clothes.

But really...what the fuck? Last thing you remember is turning the gaming console off, taking a shower, then you think you hit your head when you stumbled but it definitely wasn’t hard enough to send you through time???

You reach the edge of the dusty town and pause, looking over the vast land. Nice fields. No factories in sight. You try to remember every little detail...sat on the left side of the couch...used the controller to turn the console on...picked the game-

...

Oh shit.

Of course.

You were playing the second Red Dead Redemption.

Balls, how in the-!

It’s fine, it’s fine. This is cool, actually.

You don’t bother to hide your grin and unbelieving laugh, raking your hands through your hair. This is cool as shit! You were so interested in the 19-20th century anyway and to be *living* in it?! Damn. But we’re you just in the century, or was I in the game too?

You turn back to the small town and take a good look around, eyes falling onto a large white parlor house. It’s Rhodes! Incredible. Excited like a little kid on Christmas, you hurriedly make your way back into town, taking everything in and spinning in circles like some lunatic.

The general store, the gun shop with that guy locked in the basement- wait a minute.

When in the game was it? If you were magically set in Rhodes wouldn’t that mean the gang was at the camp by the lake? What’s it called, Clemens Point? Clement? But you didn’t really know how to get there from here, and even if you did somehow manage to find it, you’d likely be shot on sight. But you’re inside your favorite game. It only makes sense you’d want to meet and bond with the main characters.

With a stomach full of butterflies, you set off onto the road leading out of town, hoping to stumble upon something- or someone.

———

God, it was hot. Why was it so hot? Damn sun, making me all sweaty and gross. Don’t you have better things to do?

Pulling at your collar, you stop to rest for a few minutes, surrounded by the tall trees. Okay, there’s the water, the stones, old dilapidated church or whatever that is, the sound of a gun cocking, the nice breeze- wait.

“Put your hands up, boy.”

Great. Great. Great. You put your hands up by your head, mentally cursing yourself and everyone who’s ever existed. You didn’t know that voice and that voice didn’t know you.

“You got any cash? Jewelry? Guns?”

“No, I don’t. I got nothing.”

“Bullshit, turn around!”

Slowly turning, you’re met with the barrel of a gun and a very rowdy-looking man. Two other men with guns also pointed at you are a few feet behind him.

“I know you got somethin, your clothes are reeeeeal fancy mister.”

“You can check, but I ain’t got nothin, mister.” Yeah. That’s right. You tried to make yourself sound more cowboy-y, and by the looks of it, he bought it. He did look kinda dumb. No offense, cowboy. Or whatever you were.

The dirty man scoffs. “You ain’t-“

“Come on now boy, it wouldn’t be smart to hide things from us now would it?”

Another guy? Damn, was he hot at least- ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh shit. Oh shit oh shit.

Colm O’Driscoll stares you right in the face, a small, evil smirk on his own. Ugly fucker.

“We’ll ask you again, friend. Do you got anything?”

“I said no damnit! God do your looks match your brain?? Horrible?? Well that wasn’t a very good insult but damn you fugly!!”

The men glance at each other white you babble on.

“My grandpa looks finer than you and he’s dust! Ha! Musty motherfucker- you look like my foot!”

“Enough outta you!”

Colm O’Dick grabs you by the front of your collar and yanks you forward, pushing you onto the dirt.

“Tie him up and bring him back. Maybe we’ll cut out that dirty little tongue of his.”

Damn.

———

Ugh, shit.

The throbbing in your head blurs your vision for several moments. When you finally blink it away, you whine and hang your head from the numerous spots of pain blooming all over your body. Hanging from your bloodied worth’s in just your underwear, feet barley brushing the dirt-covered floor. You remember what happened last night. They beat you, burned you, poked and prodded, nearly poisoned you if Colm hadn’t stopped them, saying something like “it would kill him too quick.”

Damn, if this was how it was always gonna be, you wanted to go back home.

You didn’t know what time it was. Or if it was any more than just a day. You were in some kind of cracked stone walled, rat shit covered basement. A single candle is lit on the blood stained table with a variety of things that make you go ‘ouch.’

Using nearly all your strength to lift your head, you try to find a door or something else you could crawl through. There’s a moldy door in front of you. Seemingly unlocked.

“God, I can’t get down,” you mumble, nearly out of hope. This was supposed to be your story! Your special adventure! Filled with love and drama and literally anything but you getting tortured by men who stink like piss!

The door suddenly starts clicking, and you squeeze your eyes shut the best you can. Was it the dirty men? Or your hero? Heroine? A crazy hermit? The door swings aside, making you cautiously crack your heavy eyes open. Oh please be hot please be hot please be-

“Hey! They got someone!”

Hot.

Your jaw nearly embarrassingly falls open as a man in a pretty blue shirt puts his gun down and pulls out a knife. Hot murder man? Yes please-

“You a prisoner?”

“Sure,” is all you manage.

The man comes closer to cut the ropes suspending you and yes, like in the movies, you can’t really hold yourself up therefore fall forward again the chest of the wow you’re buff.

“You alright, boy?”

Call me that again please.

“Fine, fine.”

Hands gripping the sleeves of the pretty blue shirt, your lift your head to see your hunk of a hero, only to come face-to-face the Arthur fucking Morgan.

Of course, that’s when you pass out.

———

“Is he dead?”

“What? No Jack, he ain’t dead.”

“But he’s all bloody.”

“Damn O’Driscoll’s. He’s just a boy. Lenny’s age.”

You’re like, 23 thank you very much.

“What’re we supposed to do with him?”

“He’s nearly dead, we gotta keep him here for now. Now shoo! All you got chores! Get!”

Something warm and wet yet scratchy is dabbed onto your forehead and a few spots around your face, making you sigh lightly.

Your eyes felt like heavy weights, but you eventually got them open. You wanted to see what was going on really badly.

A Susan Grimshaw. In your face.

Your eyes widen only barely and a very unattractive noise sounding like a confused cat escaped your mouth. The old woman’s brow furrows.

“Hush, boy. I ain’t hurting you.”

Blinking, you look around without moving your head. You were in a tent, on a cot, in your underwear, a random shirt that went past your butt, I’m keeping this forever, and your body hurt very much.

“I’m alright, ma’am,” you look into Grimshaw’s pretty eyes.

She huffs. “Like hell. But fine, you can get up. Nothings broken.”

She leaves the tent, making you slowly swing your bare legs over the side and hoist yourself up, staggering out as well.

“Ugh,” shielding your eyes from the harsh sun, you take a deep breath that makes your chest ache. Welcome to the 19th century, (M/n).

“You’re awake, my boy. How are you feeling?”

It’s too early for this shi-

Never mind it’s never too early for Dutch Van der Linde.

You nod, blinking up at the raven-haired man.

“Just fine, sir. Thank you for saving me. I thought I was a goner.”

“No thanks needed, my boy. I got a sayin’: we shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving, and feed ‘em as need feeding. I’m sure we all know, just what you need.”

You really just heard that.

“Oh, I have an idea.”

Dutch laughs, patting your shoulder. “Mr. Pearson! Get this fine boy some food! What’s your name, son?”

“(M/n). (M/n) (L/n).”

“Well Mr. (L/n), do you mind telling us what you were doing all bloody and bruised in Colm O’Driscoll’s basement?” He uses the hand on your shoulder to guide you further to the center of camp.

“I got captured once they realized I didn’t have any money. They beat me good.”

“Yes, well, let’s hope nothing of the sort ever happens again.”

Pearson comes over and places a hot bowl of stew in your shaky hands, nodding at you before heading off.

“Ladies! Would you please help (M/n) get some food in his belly, he’s not too good right now,”

Mary-Beth hurries over, cupping your hands around the bowl to keep it from falling. “Course, Dutch. Come along now...”

———

“Okay, you can do this, come on. You know everything about him! Everything...about...them...”

You shake your head to get rid of the negative thoughts, straightening your back. “Okay, let’s go.”

You keep your eyes locked on Arthur, your target, as you march over to where he’s sitting on his bed, nose buried in his journal. Wow this is really happening-

“Excuse me?”

Way to sound like a 14 year old girl (M/n). Your heart nearly stops once the burly man looks up, blue-green eyes meeting your own. He doesn’t say anything, only stares at you expectingly. You wrong to hands nervously.

“Um...I just wanted to say thank you. For helping me, you know.”

He nods. “You’re welcome.”

You panic, not wanting to lose his attention.

“Dutch said I could stay! With you...er, with the gang! Dutch said I could stay with the gang, they don’t really see me as a threat, so...” your voice trails off.

“Well, that’s great. They’re good people, don’t mess it up.”

“Of course! I’m very grateful, I just...was hoping I could see more of you...?”

No, you definitely weren’t asking him out. Yet.

Arthur looks at you weirdly, before quietly chuckling and turning back to his journal.

“Sure, kid.”

I’m in love.

———

That night, the gang is celebrating a new edition. You weren’t like Kieran. You weren’t nothing bad, neither. Most of them actually trust you already. Thankfully. Those who don’t, weren’t celebrating. Or it was all just an excuse to get blackout drunk

You believed it to be the latter when you left the log by the fire and no one noticed. Everyone kept singing and ‘celebrating.’ Pausing by one of the tents, you slightly duck back behind it. The radio in Dutch’s tent was quietly singing an opera song, and Dutch and Miss Molly O’Shea we’re gently dancing along, gazing into each other’s eyes with the look of the lovers. Good for them. They deserve it. It makes you smile sadly.

You retreat and continue looking around all the tents and everything. Where’s Arthur? He wasn’t at the fire. He’s not in his tent either. Or, wagon. Lean-to? Whatever, but you can’t find him. You circle around the edge of camp for a bit until you find him behind the big tree near the horses.

“Arthur?”

He looks away from the sky and at you.

“Hey, (M/n).”

“Hey Arthur,” you take a few steps closer. “Not a party person?”

He shrugs. “Not tonight, I guess.”

“That’s a shame. I was...hoping you’d might care to dance? With me?”

It takes him a few moments to realize just what you said but once he does, he open his mouth in surprise.

“What?”

You hold out a hand, giving him a mischievous grin.

He shakes his head, looking away for a moment before back at you, pushing himself off the tree.

“What the hell.”

When he takes your hand, it feels like it was meant to be. Where you were meant to be. When you were meant to be! Call you crazy, but with this? Dancing to nearly inaudible music with a fictional cowboy on the outskirts of the camp containing the people that saved you from other fictional outlaws? You never wanted anything more.

#rdr2 #rdr2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x reader #anon request

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moondustis · 5 years ago

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new things: blow my mind (m)

pairing: seo johnny + reader genre: smut (content warning: anal) word count: 2,4k summary: You open the box slowly but excitedly, getting rid of the wrapping paper to be met with the last thing you would ever have guessed, a shiny butt plug. It’s like the ones you see on the internet, with the bedazzled tip and all you can let out is a small ‘oh’.

The first time it happens it’s a surprise.

You’re so close. So close you can feel the warmth on your lower belly about to explode. And Johnny is fucking you so good, thrusting fast and deep and holding your hips high in the air to his liking. You can’t do anything but grip at the sheets and burry your face in the pillow to muffle your moans.

“I-I’m fucking close.” You let him know and his hand grips your ass tightly, spreading your cheeks to his liking.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, almost a grunt as he snaps his hips just right. “Gonna cum all over me?”

His words make your exposed hole flutter and maybe that’s what makes him do it. The press of his wet thumb against your puckered hole makes a shiver run through your body, your lips parting in shock as much as in pure arousal.

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps fucking you with hard thrusts and when his thumb presses further on you, barely getting inside, you let a high moan before you’re coming all over him in a blinding orgasm.

Afterwards, when you’re both cuddling in silence, almost falling asleep, you think about it briefly and you know he does too. It was never something that came up in conversations or during sex, and it wasn’t something you honestly had in the top of your wishlist. But it had felt good, your orgasm proof of if, and maybe trying wouldn’t hurt.

The second time it happens, it’s planned.

“I’ve got a gift for you.” Johnny says, dropping his car keys on the counter before he’s walking over to where you’re on the couch. He sounds weirdly bashful.

“Oh, what is it?” You ask, surprised but he doesn’t give you any clues, just gives you the box and sits next to you with a tiny smile on his lips.

You open the box slowly but excitedly, getting rid of the wrapping paper to be met with the last thing you would ever have guessed, a shiny butt plug. It’s like the ones you see on the internet, with the bedazzled tip and all you can let out is a small ‘oh’.

His face falls slightly at your reaction, or better yet lack of and he’s quick to start apologizing. “Is it too forward? Fuck, I should have asked first, right? I just thought that after that time you might lik-

You interrupt him before he can say anything else. “I love it, Johnny.” Your words are sincere, because even if this wasn’t something you discussed before, it was still something you’d get to try with him and that made you excited.

“You do?” His voice is hopeful again, his lips curving in tentative smile.

You nod, looking at the plug one more time before you’re finally facing him. “Yeah, and I wanna try it.” You hope you sound as excited as you feel. “With you.”

“For real? I mean, you don’t have to feel obligated to just because I bought you this.”

“I don’t.” You’re quick to cut him off again, looking down shiny at your next words. “I really want to. I — It felt good, that time...with your finger.”

His smile grows at your confession, one of his hands coming to rub at your cheek affectionally, an action too heartwarming for the conversation you’re having. “Okay, we’ll give it a try, then.”

And you do. A week later Johnny has you on his bed, on all fours as you hide your face in the pillows in extreme embarrassment at being so exposed. He’s knelt behind you, a bottle of lube by his side as he works one finger inside of you with slow movements.

It’s a weird feeling but not at all unpleasant and Johnny seems to think so too, by how breathy his voice sounds when he’s asking “Okay?”

You nod against the pillow. “Y-yeah.” Your words are muffled and sounding too strained.

“Good.” He praises, removing the finger for a second to squeeze more lube onto his fingers, rubbing it around the hole you had gone out of your way to get cleaned, just for this. “Gonna add another one, okay?”

You nod again, whimpering when he presses another finger in, pushing both of them with a little difficulty. It was a tight fit, making him have to add more lube so he could move them and leaving you with the doubt that maybe you wouldn’t be able to do this. Wouldn’t be able to take the plug, and let alone, his dick.

But you wanted to, so much. You wanted to please Johnny, yes, but you also desperately wanted to know how he would feel inside of you considering the insistent push of his fingers already felt really good.

He works you open, scissoring his fingers and making you whine until you both agree you’re ready to try the plug.

“Need you to relax for me, angel.” His voice is soothing as he rubs your back, trying to get you to relax.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath, that immediately turns into a inhale as you feel the cold tip of the plug against your hole. It’s a small size, thicker in the middle but with a small tip so it’s easier to get inside.

He pushes it in slowly, muttering comforting words, until it finally slips in. You let out a gasp at the sensation of it stretching you open. “Uhm, you’re doing so well, baby.” He moves his free hand to wrap it around your thigh so he can press his fingers against your clit in an attempt to distract you. “Such a good girl.”

It works, the words and his fingers distract you enough that he can press the plug even further in, half of it now inside as your fingers grab tightly at the sheets at the slight burn.

He continues working on your clit, circling it as he pushes the plug deeper and deeper, praise after praise coming from his mouth. “Fuck — you look so hot.” His voice sounds wrecked and when you peek behind your shoulder you can see his face matches it, as he gawks at the way you’re taking the plug in.

“Oh — Oh my fucking god.” Is what comes from your lips when you finally manage to get all of it inside. You feel full, there’s no other way to describe it, and you don’t think it could feel more than that until Johnny is working two of his fingers inside your cunt, sinking them deep as the wet sound fills the room.

“Yeah? Feels good?” His thumb presses on your clit, continuing the circling motions and you moan against the pillow, nodding in a frantic way as your orgasm approaches.

It’s when he pulls the plug barely out and pushes it deep inside again, fingers still pressing inside your pussy, that you come with a strangled moan of what sounds like his name. It leaves you seeing white as your squeeze around him and around the plug in a torturing way.

You’ve barely gotten your breath back when your hear his muttered curses and next thing you know he’s removing his fingers from you, only to replace them with his hardness. Your lips part in a scream as the feeling of being so full in both holes consume you and he pistons his hips into yours with no mercy.

It doesn’t last long because he comes fast, squeezing your hips tightly as he coats your deepest walls, the plug still very much deep inside of you.

When the real thing actually happens, it’s because you can’t wait anymore.

The plug becomes a constant presence in your sex life. Every time Johnny fucks you, the plug is there as if a reminder of what else was to come, because the both of you had agreed it would be better to wait and get you read before you actually did it.

So you wait until you can’t anymore, which doesn’t take long because Johnny has a way of getting you worked up easily. He has his tongue on your clit, circling around it in a pace that drives you mad, while one of his hands works the plug on your ass, with slow but definitely there strokes that make you finally snap. “Johnnyyy.” You practically wail, hands gripping at the bed sheets.

He looks at you with puppy eyes, mouth still around your as his words come out muffled. “Hmm? What is it?”

Another push of the plug has your hips raising from the bed. “I — Ah, I-I’m ready.” You say but it doesn’t get the reaction you wanted.

He just smirks and continues eating you out, only stopping to say “Wanna make you come again first.”

And you’ve had enough, letting out a whine deep in your chest. “Ughnn. I-I mean I’m ready for your— “You get weirdly shy for someone with a plug inside of you. “For your cock... in my ass.”

His eyes go wide for a second, movement faltering but then he’s chuckling, because this is Johnny we are talking about. “Oh my, didn’t know you had that mouth on you.”

You groan, because of course he would tease you while you’re in such a vulnerable position, with your ass literally on display for him. “Shut up.” You hope the look you give him from behind your shoulder is intimidating enough. “Remember I’m literally letting you fuck-“

“Your pretty little ass.” He finishes for you with a smile and a playful slap to your left cheek. “I know that, baby. And I’m so, so grateful for it.”

He says it like you’re about to achieve world peace and it makes you giggle too. That is, until he’s pushing the plug further in one more time before pulling it out slowly, a sudden moan leaving your lips. “Are you ready for real?” He asks, brushing your hair in a loving way as you nod. “We’re not in a rush.”

“I am. Please.” You add for good measure and with that you watch as he moves from the bed quickly to grab a condom.

You’re nervous, of course, but not as nervous as the first time you tried it. Johnny was larger than the plug, you knew and were about to feel it soon. But you could handle it, liked to think so at least.

You let out a deep breath as he gets behind you on his knees again, the bed dipping with his weight. He runs a hand through your cheeks, spreading them so he can apply more of the strawberry scented lube he purchased as a joke once.

“Oh.” You shiver when he presses two of his fingers to your hole, spreading the pink gel around.

“Easy, we’re just getting started.” His voices holds promise to it and you can feel yourself shivering in anticipation.

His hands keeps spreading you open until you feel the press of his cock against you, a low curse coming from his lips and that is overwhelming by itself. But he pushes further on. “Fuck, you’re tight.” His breathing sounds labored already. “Didn’t the fucking plug do anything?”

You moan when he finally gets inside, just a bit more than the head. “I - I can take it. Please.” You blabber because you really want to do this, to please him. And you’re so wet, can feel the heat consuming your body. “I can take it.”

He massages your back in a soothing motion. “I know you can. Such a good girl for me.” You bask in the praise while he gives you another stroke of his hips, getting more of him inside and your head swims in pleasure. “But we’ll go slow. Slowly- Ah, shit.”

He has to add more lube so he can finally get fully inside, his hips pressed against you and the noises he lets out makes it even better. “Feels good?”

“U-huh.” You feel full and you wish you could find a better word to describe it but that’s all you can think of. It burns just a little but the feeling of having all of him inside of you makes you almost desperate. “So fu-full.”

“Yeah?” Placing his hands on your hips he starts a slow pace, pumping in and out of her as he curses lowly and slurs his words “You’re squeezing so nice against me, baby. Feel so good.”

It’s when he wraps his hand around you and places two of his fingers on your clit that you let out a long moan, feeling your arousal in electrifying waves as he pinches and rubs your with his fingers. And he’s not very far from you, spewing nonsenses and grunting lowly as his hips slap against your ass in movements that get harder by the minute, his cock reaching deeper inside of you.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Huh?” He breaths out, voice strained and sounding desperate, almost out of it as his fingers rubbing with purpose on your clit as you cry out, the heat on your belly increasing with him fucking you so well. “Fuck, I — Need you to come for me. Please, ___.”

And you do after two more strokes. Coming with a loud cry, the knot on your lower stomach finally snapping as pleasure washes over your entire body. Pulsing against him as he continues his movements, chasing his own high while you see white from how hard you came.

When he comes it’s with a grunt and his hands pressing tight on your hips, cum filling the condom as he praises you, words slurred with how you are such a good girl, how good you felt.

You let your body slump down on the body as he plops himself on your side, an arm covering his eyes as you move one of yours to his chest as he recovers his breath. “Fuck, that was amazing.” He huffs out, free hand grabbing yours and interlocking your fingers. “You okay there, sweet cheeks?”

You chuckle at the silly nickname, turning your head so you can look at him. “Yeah. But I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a hour at least.”

He lets out a whistle. “Damn, am I that good?” That earns him a playful slap on the chest, which he replies with a chuckle of his own and by bringing the offending hand to his lips so he can press a kiss on it. “It’s okay, baby. You can admit I murdered your ass.”

That gets you moving, an offended gasp on your lips as attack him, his loud laugh filling the room.

#JOHNNY SMUT #johnny scenarios #nct smut #nct scenarios #here it is... the an*al fic #hope u guys enjoy it

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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Hi Bea! I love your hc! If you're feeling it and when you have the time, would you mind making a follow up to that seb x reader with an age gap when her baby bump starts showing and how protective of her he is? thank you so much for sharing your work 🥰

aw thank you so much, i’m glad you like it. hope you enjoy this one.

sebastian was filming abroad during the first five months of her pregnancy with her visiting sporadicly and he couldn’t wait for her baby bump to start showing

y/n, however, didn’t start showing when he was expecting her to around the three to four month mark

he had been so excited to see her baby bump but when he picked her up at the airport she still looked as if she wasn’t pregnant, maybe a bit bustier but no one could say she looked pregnant

he had been disappointed but he was still happy to see his girlfriend nevertheless and to see the new baby scans she had brought for him to look at

seb keeps all the baby scans pictures in his trailer by his mirror

however, as if the universe was conspiring against him, almost a week after y/n returned home, she suddenly started to show a little adorable baby bump

sebastian could not believe his eyes when she called him that morning, showing him her new baby bump

he’s very excited, walking around the set showing everyone he knows the photo of his now visibly pregnant wife

that was also around the time the tabloids started to pick up on her pregnancy

suddenly every single person wanted to be near her and rub her belly and seb was pissed

mostly because he wasn’t there so once filming finished, one hour later he was in the first flight to ny

once he got to see her, he almost cried at her little bump covered by her chunky pink sweatshirt

she’s too nice to say no to people who want to rub her belly but sebastian is more than okay at saying no

he knows she’s really uncomfortable with it but that she doesn’t want to be rude so he will defend her

he also becomes overprotective, following her around the house afraid she’ll slip or something

“seb, stop. don’t you have stuff to do?” “no,baby” “go to the gym” “ what if you get hurt?” “i’ve been pregnant for almost five months seb, i can handle it” “let’s go to bed” “seb, i have to cook” “we’ll order take out”

the two of them cuddling it in bed and seb pulling her sweater up “seb it’s cold” “i just wanna say hi to the baby” “must i die of hypothermia?”

weirdly enough, after she gets pregnant the tabloids turn on him, saying he did that to ensnare her

“y/n, the daily mail says i impregnated you so you’ll be shackled to me forever” “i mean, how many years do you have left? maybe 40? sounds like a small forever” “wow y/n that’s low” “i’m just saying they’re overrating the amount of time i will be shackled to you” “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” “yes, the tabloids love me now.”

seb will even tell his mum not to touch the baby bump

“mum no” “it’s my grandchild” “it’ll disturb y/n which will disturb the baby”

y/n wanted to die in that particular moment

family gatherings are a nightmare for both of them. when christmas rolls around and they go to their respective families’ christmas parties

oh dear god does everyone surrounds them

y/n going through a rachel green situation when she tells her father she’s pregnant

“are you pregnant, y/n?” “well yes” “who is the father?” “it’s sebastian, you like sebastian. think about it, you’re gonna be a grandfather for the first time” “so when is the wedding?” “the wedding, there is going to be a wedding. y/n don’t you say my first grandchild is a bastard ... y/n y/l/n tell me there’s gonna be a wedding!” “february 2nd”

coming home from the dinner with her father to see seb in the couch eating left over chinese takeway

“if my dad asks, we’re engaged. congratulations.” “what?” “i’m not gonna be the one to tell him otherwise. you do it?” “WAIT YOUR FATHER DIDN’T KNOW?” “yes and no except not no so in summary, yes he didn’t know” “... am i a dead man?” “we don’t have to tell him we’re not engaged” “i like your plan” “thank you” “doesn’t your mother know that we’re not getting married yet?” “FUCK”

sebastian sitting through the first dinner with her father after everyone in her family knows shes pregnant

he’s still not allowing anyone to touch her belly and he’s pulling the chair and helping her sit down

“sebastian ... impregnated any other of my daughters lately?” “no sir, no. just one, just ... ah i didn’t mean to”

y/n rolling her eyes before sighing “my baby has no father”

sebastian literally not letting her walk too much because he read somewhere that someone had their baby while walking

sebastian is deffo the type of dad that read too many horror stories about pregnancy

“nO Y/N YOU CAN’T EAT CHICKEN WHAT IF IT’S UNDERCOOKED?” “sebastian stan i am carrying your child, me, myself, alone. if i want a mcchicken I WILL” “ok but i’m gonna ask the clerk if the chicken is well done” “... omg i let a boomer impregnate me”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan headcanon

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