#and then I’ll finish and go to take my break and she’s in the break room on eBay???

[hhmnya]

ㅤ 𓈒 𓈒　 WITH EASE, in which hyung line helps you with your kid.

( 형 ) fem ! r ㅤ ◦ ㅤ 1632wc fluff ㅤ──ㅤ w jake's reader has twins, sunghoon is a single dad, set kid names in jay and hoon's.

from anna. for fave @junislqve my biggest fan 💌 she gave me a lot of ideas for this ty

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ REBLOGS ´ ᯅ ` FEEDBACK.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LEE HEESEUNG.

you walk into your apartment, dropping your keys onto the counter as you slip off your coat. your tired expression is replaced with a bright smile when you see heeseung watching tv on your couch. you sit down next to him, gaining just enough energy to ask if your son is asleep.

“yeah, he actually went to bed pretty early today,” he stands, “do you want something to eat? i saved some food for you, i just need to heat it up.”

you nod, watching him walk away before closing your eyes. the exhaustion of your job has finally caught up to you and you might’ve fallen asleep if not for heeseung’s updates about him and your son’s day.

lee heeseung is your own personal angel, you think. your neighbor turned babysitter turned weird situationship; at least in your perspective. he takes care of you almost as much as he takes care of your three year old son. he’s at your apartment more than he is his own (that’s mainly your fault) and you’ve grown used to coming home to him almost every day.

you hear him say your name and your eyes flutter open to see the sympathetic smile he has on his face and it’s so gorgeous, he might as well break your heart now before you fall for him any deeper.

“it’s okay if you sleep for a bit, you’re tired,” he says oh-so matter-of-factly, because he knows you now, “i’ll wake you up in an hour.”

it’s more than an hour later, when you feel heeseung’s hand on your cheek, rubbing under your eye. he notices you beginning to wake up and pulls his hand away, “you should go eat now, ‘kay? the food is on the counter. i’m gonna go ahead and go home."

you sit up, frowning, “sorry, but can you stay? just until i finish eating, i’m sorry.”

he stares at you, silent for what feels like hours, and it makes you regret opening your mouth. you blame it on your drowsiness—you know that if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t have asked him even if you really did want him to stay. to your surprise, however, he grins.

“yeah, i can stay.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ PARK JONGSEONG.

you send jay a text, apologizing for the fifth time this month for backing out on your date. he’s probably becoming more annoyed with you each time you cancel, but it’s really not your fault.

for the past few days you haven’t been able to find a babysitter for your daughter. her usual one, jaehyun, was out of town, and your back up sitters all had plans or ended up canceling last minute due to personal problems.

you rise from your position on your couch, deciding you should get dinner started for the two of you. before you’re able to, however, you hear a set of soft knocks on your door. you go to open it without bothering to look out the peephole, figuring it was one of your neighbors coming to ask for something.

“hello—oh. jay?” your eyes widen when you process the fact that it’s your boyfriend at the door. he was probably the last person you expected.

“hey,” he gives you that smile that never ceases to make your heart almost stop.

“why’re you here? wait, nevermind. i’m really sorry about canceling last minute, the babysitter couldn’t come,” while you’re talking, you gesture for jay to come inside, shutting the door once he slips off his shoes.

“i’m not mad, these things happen,” he places a kiss on your forehead, lifting up a bag of groceries, “i figured we could still have dinner together, just with an extra person.”

“jay, you didn’t have to. i feel bad.”

and he really didn’t, but he did.

“i was going to buy dinner anyway. a home cooked meal is better, no?” he walks further into your apartment, setting down the bag on the small counter. “where’s gen at?”

“oh, she’s in—”

genevieve cuts you off, all but squealing as she runs out of her room with a toothy grin, “mommy, jj’s here?”

you don’t have time to scold her for running in the house because she immediately throws herself into jay’s arms, the man picking her up with ease, “woah. hey, sweet girl. what are up to, huh?”

you smile as they have a conversation, acting like best friends who haven’t seen each other in months. it melts your heart—genevieve liked jay from the day that she met him all those months ago and you know that jay loves genevieve like she’s his own. he’s definitely someone you want to keep around for as long as possible, if not for you but for your daughter as well.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ SIM JAEYUN.

your two kids run up to your best friend, fighting each other for a spot in his arms. they don’t fight for long because he easily lifts the two children up. he says hi to them and asks them about their day before stepping inside your apartment and kicking the door shut. once his conversation with the kids dies out, he looks at you with a smug smile on his face.

“they like me more than you,” he says instead of a normal greeting.

“that’s because you spoil them every time they see you.”

“they like me because i’m me,” he sticks his tongue out at you, “huh, guys, you love me, don’t you? your mommy’s just jealous.”

“you’re actually annoying,” you reach up, taking advantage of his occupied hands, flicking his forehead and quickly escaping to your kitchen before he can even think to retaliate against you.

he immediately sets the twins down, telling them to go play while he goes to help you with whatever you’re doing. he waits until he hears the faint sound of them pulling out their toys to go towards your makeshift hideout.

he creeps up behind you, being as quiet as possible. you’re popping a bag of popcorn, thankfully too focused on that than him and his whereabouts. he stifles a laugh, poking your side hard enough for you to curl in on yourself.

“oh my fu—jake, what the heck?” you scold him, hitting his shoulder.

he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender, “sorry! i had to get you back. i think you gave me a concussion.”

he assumes you notice the popping slowing down and you turn away from him, taking the bag out of the microwave. he can’t see your face but he knows you’re rolling your eyes when you speak, “please, i barely touched you.”

“that’s what you think.”

you don’t give him the pleasure of the response, ignoring him to instead pour the bag of popcorn into a bowl.

“thank you,” you say suddenly, turning around once more, “i was thinking and, you know, i don’t really say it enough.”

“you don’t–” he starts to say, but you interrupt him by grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together.

“i do. you’ve been really helpful lately. so, thank you.”

“um”, he hesitates, “i love them and i love you. ‘course i’m gonna help.”

you smile, dropping jake’s hand and going back to preparing for your weekly movie night. he misses the warmth of your hand almost instantly, and he has to resist the urge to pull you back against him in a hug.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ PARK SUNGHOON.

he can’t help but think that this is too crazy to be a coincidence. you, the pretty mom he gained a mini-crush on at the park a couple months ago, now at his house with your son who just so happens to be his son’s new best friend. maybe whatever divine being that’s up there finally took pity on him and decided to give his bleak love life some color.

he slides over a glass of cold water to where you’re sitting and the smile of gratitude you give him could probably cause car crashes from how dazzling it is. sunghoon can see your lips moving, but can make out no sound. he’s too dazed from being in your presence to process anything other than the fact that you’re sitting in his house.

“...live with you.”

he comes back to reality, only catching the end of your sentence and blinks, “what? sorry, i spaced out."

obviously, he’s going to need more context because logically he knows you aren’t saying what he thinks you are—you’ve only known each other for a month—but he can’t think of anything else that would make sense.

“theo said he wanted to come live with you and yejun,” you say, amusement dancing across your face.

“oh,” he takes in your words, “really?”

“yeah, he was begging me earlier. so..” you pause to take a drink and he has to look away, “if you’re okay with it, can he spend the night?”

he agrees to it with a little too much enthusiasm. of course, this is mainly for yejun and theo—strengthening their friendship, helping them gain a lasting relationship or whatever—but it gives him an excuse to see you again tomorrow.

around twenty minutes later, sunghoon walks you out, his hands in his pockets. you told the boys about the sleepover, said bye to the both of them, told theo to be good and that you love him.

“i have a spare toothbrush and he can wear some of yejun’s pajamas, so don’t worry about coming back.”

“okay, perfect. um, i’ll see you tomorrow?”

“yeah, tomorrow,” he watches you walk to your car, waving as you drive off.

sunghoon knows for a fact that he’s fucked—he already wants to hear you say that all of the time; that you’ll see him tomorrow and the next day and the next. he feels like a teenager all over again, already thinking about what he’s going to wear and say tomorrow morning.

[natashashill]

desperate times, desperate measures

pairing: older!agatha x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ overstimulatuon, handcuffs, spreader bar, blindfold, one pussy spank, strap, shower sex, praise & degradation, aftercare

a/n: this was high key inspired by @lunargrrrl & her work with director!agatha so everyone say thank you

summary: reader sends agatha scandalous pictures and agatha deals with her

You were needy.

To your defense,you started off bored. However, there was very little that you could do without Agatha. This evolved to your current state of neediness, although you knew Agatha wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed while she worked. You tried to distract yourself, heading out into the pool and letting yourself lounge, but your thoughts quickly centered around Agatha joining you. So you did the next logical thing, you let yourself dry off before sitting on one of the chairs and picking up your phone. You opened up the camera and aligned your body in a way that was more promiscuous than you could claim innocence for, your wet tits on display through your smaller than necessary swimsuit. 

Agatha quickly hearted your message, although she was in the middle of an important meeting. It wasn’t until she got out of her meeting and back in her office that she fully saw what you had sent her, along with a few others that you happened to send. 

She sent you a warning text, advising you against teasing but when have you ever listened to her. So exactly an hour before she was supposed to come home, you send some more pictures except they’re you naked in bed  wrapped in her sheets. Agatha had to place her phone down at that and decided to leave an hour early, hoping to catch you off guard.

And off guard she caught you. Agatha had barely any rules when it came to your dynamic. The first was for you to not disobey her when she instructs you to do something. The second was that you’re not allowed to touch yourself or come without her permission. It was quite a lovely surprise to walk back home and see you spread out in her bed with your hand rubbing frantically at your clit, desperate for an orgasm. She doesn’t move, enjoying your performance as you can barely make yourself come. Eventually, she decided to take some pity on you and make herself known.

“Well look what we have here. My little brat decided to break my rules. For what? You can’t even make yourself cum, how pathetic.”

Your eyes widened as you realized she was standing right in front of you, and you slowly pulled your hand away from your core. She looks down at you while watching you squirm underneath her harsh gaze.

“I’m going to give you a deal since I’m in a forgiving mood. I’m going to leave you here with the vibrator and finish my work, if you take it like the good girl that I know you are, I’ll fuck you with the strap.”

You slowly nod as she rummages through the bedside table drawers, grabbing a vibrator, a handcuffs, a blindfold, a spreader bar, and a dildo. You accept your fate when she goes to bind your hands and feet together leaving you spread out and perfectly out of control for her. She ties the blindfold, and slowly starts placing kisses all the way down your body. She leaves some bites at your inner thighs, her tongue swirling around afterwards to ease the sensation. Her tongue takes one swipe up your dripping core before pulling away. You let out a pitiful moan at that, but she slaps your core in response. 

“Alright baby, I’m going to go do my work now. If you need to stop, call out your safe word otherwise I don’t want to hear anything coming out of your mouth.”

At that, Agatha turns vibrator on high and leaves it angled directly at your clit before tying it to you, so you can’t escape it. Your hips jolt upwards at the sudden intensity, but you can’t escape the feeling.

She chuckles and exits the room. She felt a little bit bad about leaving you alone, but she did have to finish her work. She leaves her door completely open, making sure she can hear everything from the bedroom. She takes the time to respond to her emails, slowly dragging out each one as she keeps an eye on the clock. When she decides you’ve had enough, she first makes her way into the kitchen, bringing back some items that she knows you’ll want after this is over.

Coming back into the bedroom, she can’t take her eyes off of you. Your back is arching off the bed, there’s tears streaming down your face, your pussy is leaking all your juices onto the sheets, and your hands are gripping the bed sheets. Agatha goes to untie the vibrator from you, letting your clit take a break. She goes to put on the stap, an 8 inch dildo that she brings out on very rare occasions. She runs her fingers through your wetness once, before lining up her dildo to your entrance.

“You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you baby? Mommy’s going to fuck your greedy pussy now, since that’s what you were begging for weren’t you. You wanted to cum baby. Aren’t I such a good mommy letting you come so many times, even though you absolutely don’t deserve to.”

You do your best to nod but no words come to your head right now. She chooses this exact moment to start fucking you, and all your thoughts fly out the window.

“No words baby? Did you get so dumb that you can’t speak after a few orgasms? Is that all it takes for your head to go empty?”

She continues pounding into you, and your eyes roll back, your pussy is throbbing with all the stimulation but you never want her to stop fucking you. However, your mommy was never that nice. When your thighs start to shake, she pulls out of you, ignoring your pitiful whines.

“Oh my poor baby, did you want me to keep going? I wasn’t sure because you never said anything. You know good girls need to ask mommy before they cum.”

“I’m sorry mommy. Please let me come, I promise I’ll be good, you’re the best mommy ever.”

She chuckles at that before entering you again, and this time she sets an unforgiving pace. 

“Such a good girl for me, taking me so beautifully. I can’t stop fucking your pussy baby, you’ve got me hooked baby.”

You let out a moan at that, breathing out Agatha’s name while she continues to go deeper inside, claiming all parts of you. 

“Mommy please, I want you so bad. Need you to fill me up please. I just want you.”

She can’t hide her appreciation for that, letting out a moan and fucking you faster, desperate to make you cum. It doesn’t take much longer, and you’re coming again. Agatha fucks you through your orgasming, watching the way you react so keenly. She’s obsessed with you, and she doesn’t know how to stop herself from falling deeper. A whimper from you shakes her out of her thoughts and she delicately pulls out, letting you start to settle down. 

She throws the strap somewhere near the bathroom, choosing to focus on you. She immediately unties you, allowing you to finally move again. What she didn’t expect was for you to wrap your arms around her, enveloping Agatha into a hug. She hugs you just as tight while lowering you back onto the bed, wanting you to take some much needed rest. She quickly turns over to present you with some snacks and water, guiding the straw of the bottle to you, while trying to figure out which of the snacks you find most appealing. She settles for some grapes and goldfish, and feeds them to you while you happily lean against her chest, exhausted after the day’s events. She presses gentle kisses to your face, hoping to show just how much she loves and cares for you. When you’ve had enough, you’re nuzzling closer into her and Agatha just laughs. 

“Not yet baby girl. Let’s go take a shower and I’ll let you sleep all you want.”

You reluctantly follow her into the shower, she gently guides you inside, before stripping herself of her work clothes and joining you. You smile at her when you realize she’s joining you, and she affectionately rubs your cheek with her knuckles. You let your muscles enjoy the hot water, feeling yourself relax. 

You take the opportunity of her being distracted to get on your knees in front of her. You place your hands on her upper thighs and she lets out a moan when she realizes what you’re up to. 

“Such a good girl for me. You make mommy feel so good baby, don’t stop. You’re doing perfectly angel.”

Her praise spurs you on, your tongue eagerly twisting and sucking where she needs you. It doesn't take her long to finish, her hands finding themselves in your hair and you eagerly lap up all her juices, enjoying the way she tastes. 

She pulls you back from her core trying to get you to stop, “That’s enough baby, you did good for mommy. No more honey, mommy’s sensitive.”

You smile up at her before standing again, and pull her in a kiss, to which she eagerly kisses back. She lets you lead the kiss, enjoying how sweet you are, before she pulls away to get you out of the shower. 

She lets you pick out some of her clothes to wear and sits you down in front of the TV while she makes dinner for the two of you.

“Hey sweetheart?”

“Yes mommy?”

“Next time you’re going to show off for me, lose the bikini honey.”

You look up from your plate as she shoots you a wink, and you’re just as desperate for her again.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request a Ransom x fem!reader where she is Harlan’s assistant, so she’s around the house, therefore, Ransom, a lot. As we all know, Ransom is (understandably) not a big fan of his family, but at the same time he is absolutely head over heels for his grandpa’s assistant so he’ll gladly suffer through his family if it means he gets to see her🤭 Anyways, he’s all flirty (of course) and sweet with her and THOROUGHLY enjoys making her all flustered and shy (she has feelings for him too). And I don’t know why, but I can see Harland pushing them closer together, like he sends Y/n on an errand to Ransom’s house and they happen to get snowed in and get to spend one in one time together and their feelings come out 🤭

Pushed Together » Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Summary: You’re Harlan’s assistant and he pushes you and Ransom closer together and you two get snowed in at his house one night and feelings come out.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Mr. Thrombey, I find that paper you were looking for.” You walked in Harlan’s office. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You apologized when you seen his grandson Ransom in his office.

“You’re not interrupting, Y/N. You remember my grandson Ransom, right?” Harlan says, gesturing a hand toward Ransom.

“Yes, I do.” You nodded. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Drysdale.” You greeted Ransom with a smile.

“Call me Ransom, sweetheart.” Ransom winks at you, grabbing his jacket. “We’re not finished here.” He says before leaving.

You put the paper Harlan was looking for on his desk in front of him.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Thrombey?” You asked politely.

“I’m good for now. Thank you, Y/N. You can take a break if you like.” He says.

You nodded before leaving his office to take your break. You went to the kitchen for something to drink and sat down at the dining room table, getting on your phone.

“Shouldn’t you be looking for something for my grandfather?” Ransom asks, walking in the dining room.

“He said I can take a break.” You told him.

“I didn’t know my grandfather believed in taking breaks.” He chuckles before going in the kitchen.

You continued to scroll through your phone while Ransom rummaged through the kitchen for his cookies. He came back a few minutes later and sat down at the table next to you.

“Want a cookie?” Ransom asks, handing you the cookies.

“Sure.” You answered.

You reached in the bag of cookies and got a couple. Harlan walked in the dining room at the same time, stopping in the doorway and leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. He smiles to himself, seeing you and his grandson interacting. His smile widened when he got an idea.

“I see that you two are having a good time.” Harlan says.

You and Ransom looked over at Harlan.

“Don’t mind me. I’ll leave you two to it.” He says before leaving the dining room.

“I uhh-” You stuttered.

Ransom chuckles and leans back in the chair, eating the cookies.

“You look nervous to be alone with me, darling.” Ransom smirks.

“I’m- I’m not nervous.” You say nervously.

“Then why do you sound nervous?” He asks.

“I-” The words died on your tongue.

Ransom chuckles. He knows how to make you shy and flustered. He does it often.

“Hugh, leave Y/N alone.” Ransom’s mom said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ransom rolled his eyes at his mom before standing up and leaving the room.

“Mother.” He says, walking past her.

His mom sighs as he walks away. You stood up too, not wanting to make anything awkward.

“I should be getting back to work.” You say.

As the day went on, Harlan came up with an idea to push you and Ransom together.

“Is there anything else you need me to do before I go home, sir?” You asked Harlan.

“No, I’m good. Have a great rest of your night and see you tomorrow.” Harlan says.

“You too, Harlan.” You smiled.

You grabbed your things and walked out to your car. Ransom happened to be waiting outside, leaning against his car when you walked out of the house.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Ransom speaks up, accidentally startling you.

“Oh umm- yes, it is.” You say nervously.

Ransom pushes himself off of his car and walked towards you. You walked backwards till your back hit your car. Ransom was so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his body. Your heartbeat quickened and your breath hitched in your throat.

“This- This is wrong.” You almost whispered. “I work for your grandfather.” You say.

“I don’t care.” He says.

You got even more flustered when Ransom put a hand on your car next to your shoulder. You glanced at his hand before looking back at him.

“I should get going.” You said.

Ransom gently moved you to the side so he could open the car door like a gentleman.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says.

“You too.” You say, getting in your car.

Ransom shut the car for you. You started your car and drove off. Ransom smirks to himself as he walks to his own car, getting in it and leaving. Little did the two of you know that Harlan was looking out of the window of his office, watching the little interaction between the two of you.

The next day, Harlan decided to put his idea in motion. He had you go to the living room to give Ransom his cookies and to make sure he was staying out of trouble. You walked in the room at the same time when everyone was arguing about something. You don’t know what they’re arguing about, probably a family problem or something like that. Ransom didn’t insert himself in the argument with his family. He was sitting in a chair and playing with chess pieces on the small table next to him as his family argued amongst themselves. The only reason why he’s even there is to see you. You brighten up his day any chance he gets to see you.

“Well, isn’t it my grandfather’s cute assistant.” Ransom turned his attention to you. “And she brought me my favorite cookies.” He says.

“Hugh, stop flirting with your grandfather’s assistant.” His mom warns. “Is there something you need, Y/N?” She asks you.

“No, ma’am. Harlan told me to give these cookies to Ransom.” You answered. “I’ll be getting back to work now.” You say.

You glanced at Ransom, feeling blush creeping up on your cheeks when he gave you a wink. You walked out of the room, going back to Harlan’s office. Harlan walked in his office after you.

“Did Ransom get his cookies?” Harlan asks.

“Yes he did, sir.” You answered.

“Excellent.” He smiles.

Harlan sat down at his desk and you sat in a chair in front of his desk, getting back to work. A moment later, Ransom walks in the office and took a seat in the chair next to you. You looked up from the piece of paper you were reading to see Ransom looking at you with a flirtatious expression on his face.

“Is there something I can do for you, Ransom?” You asked, trying your hardest not to sound nervous, shy, or flustered in front of your boss.

“Nope.” Ransom answers, eating a cookie. “You’re pretty and fun to look at.” He says.

“O-Oh.” You stuttered.

You felt yourself blushing uncontrollably at this point. You already know Harlan noticed the blush on your cheeks without having to look up.

“You know, I will say this.” Ransom begins as he stood up. “You hired an amazing woman as your assistant, grandad.” He says to Harlan before walking out of the office.

“I did, didn’t I?” Harlan agrees, giving you a smile.

As the day went on, Harlan continued to give you little tasks to get you and Ransom closer to each other. You didn’t question it and neither did Ransom.

“Is there anything else you need me to do before I go home, Harlan?” You asked, putting your jacket on.

“There is one thing.” Harlan leans forward and wrote something down on a small piece of paper. “There is something at Ransom’s house I would like you to get and bring it to me tomorrow. Here’s his address.” He says, handing you the directions to Ransom’s house.

“Will do, sir. Have a great rest of your evening.” You say with a smile.

“You too, Y/N.” He smiles back, leaning back in his chair.

You got in your car and started it. You typed Ransom’s address into the GPS on your phone before leaving Harlan’s driveway. The drive to Ransom’s house wasn’t as far as you expected it to be. Due to the snow on the roads and coming down from the sky, you drove carefully and cautiously. When you got to Ransom’s house, you rang the doorbell and wrapped your arms around yourself tightly to keep yourself warm.

“Well, if it isn’t my grandad’s beautiful assistant.” Ransom flirts. “Come inside.” He says, his voice sounding welcoming.

You smiled and walked inside. You looked around from where you were standing, taking in the sight of Ransom’s house.

“Not that I’m complaining, but how do you know where I live?” He asks.

“Your grandfather gave me your address and told me that there’s something here for me to get.” You explained.

Ransom chuckles and shook his head. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” You asked.

“There’s nothing of my grandfather’s here.” He says.

“Oh ok. I’ll just-” Yours and Ransom’s phones went off.

You guys looked at your phones, seeing a weather alert, saying to stay off the roads until the morning. You looked out the window, seeing that you were snowed in with Ransom.

“Looks like you’re stuck here with me.” Ransom say.

“Looks like it.” You said.

“I’ll make you some tea so you can warm up.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You shivered when Ransom touched you. Ransom took it as a sign that you’re cold, but he also knows it’s you acting shy and flustered towards him.

“You have a lovely home.” You complimented.

“Thank you, darling.” Ransom smiles, handing you a cup of tea. “I’d give you a house tour, but you need to warm up first.” He says.

Ransom put his hand on your lower back, gently ushering you towards the living room. You took your jacket and shoes off before taking a seat on the couch next to Ransom. Ransom, being the gentleman he is, draped a blanket over your lap. You smiled and thanked him.

“You do know why my grandfather sent you over here, right?” Ransom says.

“He told me get something from here, but he didn’t tell me what it is.” You said.

“Like I said, nothing of his is here.” Ransom said. “I think he’s playing a little game to get us closer together.” He says.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“In the past couple days, my grandfather has been telling you to do little things to get you closer to me. Also, he always notices when I’m flirting with you and he doesn’t tell me to stop it.” He says.

Now that you realize it, you have noticed that the little things Harlan has told you to do lately has been getting you and Ransom closer to each other. Ransom flirting with you is nothing new. He’s been flirting with you since the day he met you.

“If I’m being honest, I like you.” He confesses.

“You what?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“I like you.” Ransom repeats. “A lot. That’s why I always flirt with you. Plus I think you’re cute when you’re shy and flustered around me.” He says, smirking to himself.

You felt blush creeping up on your cheeks. You didn’t know what to say or think. You weren’t expecting this at all. Your boss’s grandson just confessed his feelings to you. If you’re being honest, you like him too. You just didn’t want to be unprofessional and confess your feelings to Ransom and risking Harlan hearing you. Now that you two know his plan to get you two together, it doesn’t seem as unprofessional as you think it is now.

“I-I like you too.” You tell him nervously. “I just didn’t want to look or sound unprofessional in front of your grandfather.” You explained.

Ransom chuckles before putting yours and his tea cups on the coffee table. He moves closer to you, putting his arm on the back of the couch.

“Everything about me is unprofessional, sweetheart.” He says.

You looked in his blue eyes. You quickly and easily got lost in them. Your eyes drifted down to his lips. You couldn’t help but notice how soft and kissable his lips are. You were caught off guard when Ransom lunged forward and kissed you. You squeaked against his lips when you fell back against the couch. Your hands grabbed onto his sweater, clutching it tightly. The kiss was filled with so much passion that it took your breath away. Ransom pulled away, looking deep in your eyes and panting heavily. You were panting heavily too.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He says.

“Me too.” You say.

Ransom smiles and pecks your lips softly a few times.

“When the snow lets up, do you want do go on a date?” He asks.

“Yes.” You answered with a smile.

You leaned up and kissed him softly and sweetly.

“My grandfather will be pleased when he finds out we’re together now.” Ransom says, making you giggle.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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Stranger Things- the To Do List chapters 5 & 6

Chapter 5- Edwina, Billy, and reader

Chapter 6- Robin, Chrissy, and reader

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chapter 5 Billy Hargrove x reader & Edwina Munson

When I think about you I touch myself.

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When Billy’s family goes out of town he throws a party at Edwina’s band the Hawkins SheDevils plays at. You and Edwina decide to make his night more interesting when he finds out you are into him and that you also like girls.

NSFW (69 and scissoring, squirting all with Edwina. Voyeurism with Billy & Billy stroking himself).

-with Edwina 69 -squirting

Another day as a lifeguard, Billy was looking hot as ever even sweating and shirtless on duty. Even with his sunglasses, he looked stunning. The pool moms were there, even Karen Wheeler, with too much makeup. The kids were loud, but Billy luckily blew his whistle on them. Wearing a one-piece red swimsuit was far from being sexy but you pulled it off well.

Putting more sunscreen on during your break your eyes locked with Billy's high from your lifeguard tower. Billy's gaze met yours and you licked your lips. Taking your cold water bottle you drank some and then poured some of it over your swimsuit, getting your nipples hard and making sure Billy noticed it. When the lifeguard shift was over, you took a dip in the pool at closing time just floating on your back.

“Hey, good looking. You want to close up for the day?”

“Sure.”

“I’d stay but I need to take my car into the shop. Hope you understand. Hey listen my dad is going out this Fourth of July weekend and I’m gonna have a party on Saturday. You wanna come?”

“Sure. I would love to.”

He gave you a wink then left to get changed in his locker.

On the night of the party, you showed up dressed to the nines in all leather- a red leather top and black pants with Barb and Nancy already there. Before going into the party, you shared a joint with Argyle and Eden in his van. One thing led to another and you were making out and fooling around with them before going inside Billy's place.

Edwina was playing with the Hawkins SheDevils. They were doing a rendition of Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue and she looked stunning in black latex and platform red leather boots. Catching her eye she winked at you and started playing Cherry Bomb by The Runaways. You and Nancy danced as you drank some wine from solo cups and Billy came over to you wearing his leather jacket and a Guns N Roses tanktop with ripped jeans.

When they started playing some original songs more people began dancing and you were having the time of your life singing along to every word. Barb was even getting into the party spirit and singing along. The way her fingers moved along the fretboard of her guitar was amazing, and the band sounded spectacular. Nothing about the evening was dull and Billy's party was the best.

Edwina was having the best time onstage taking to it naturally just like her twin Eddie. Everything about tonight was perfect and you wouldn't change a thing. All she looked at was you and you couldn't take your eyes off her or how stunning she was. When they finished playing most everyone toasted with champagne glasses, but Billy opted for beer.

“Hey, gorgeous. Are you having fun?” Billy asked as he put an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m great. I’m enjoying your party so far.”

“Great. Maybe you want to make yourself comfortable in my room and I’ll be there soon. We can watch a movie or something.”

Or something you thought to yourself as you gazed over at Edwina, who was talking to Nancy and Barb.

“Sure. Don’t take too long though.”

Billy pulled out a cigarette and went to smoke as you pulled Edwina to the side. You had recently told her you had a thing for Billy and knowing she would also be at the party would give you the perfect opportunity to be alone with them.

“Billy wants to meet me in his room. Come with me?”

“Of course. He would probably love to see two girls alone in his room.”

Soon you were in Billy’s room sitting on his bed and looking around, finding some Playboy magazines and pornos. Next thing you knew you were making out with Edwina. Not sure how much time had passed, you soon heard the click of a door being opened, closed, and then locked.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

You stopped kissing Edwina and looked at Billy.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

“Just having some fun waiting for you. Want to watch us?” Edwina suggested as she held you close.

Billy sat down and tossed his leather jacket to the side.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

"You know, Billy, you don't need to look at dirty magazines and watch porno when you have us," you boldly stated earning a shit-eating smirk from Billy.

Leaving the bed you went over to kiss him crushing your lips against his and soon pulled away leaving traces of your red lipstick on his lips and mouth.

"Let me give you a quick lap dance."

You grinded on Billy as you faced him and he placed his hands firmly on your hips to keep you in place for him. Edwina watched biting her lips as you kissed Billy and grinded on his thigh. You wanted to get him worked up for you and make him hot for you.

"Nice moves there, princess," he encouraged you as you turned around and put his hands on your ass.

"Thanks, Billy," you told him as you removed your top and threw it to the side.

Edwina came over kissing you as Billy groped your ass squeezing it as you moved seductively and gyrated on his lap. She squeezed your chest playing with your breasts as you moved on Billy. The buzz of the alcohol gave you so much confidence as you gave your first-ever lapdance with Edwina and Billy watching your every move. Soon you decided you were done and you had worked him up enough and teased him to your liking.

"I love dancing for you Billy but I think it's time you watch me and Edwina have fun."

"Sounds good hotness."

Going back over to the bed you took off your shoes and lay down next to Edwina picking right up where you left off before kissing her.

"Let's get this party started," Edwina told you as she left the bed.

Soon Edwina undressed, and you did too, feeling turned on and ready to please her as you revealed your butt plug. She pushed you onto the bed kissing you with her tongue, her hand wandering to your pussy and rubbing your clit. You did the same to her pussy taking notice of her clit hood piercing. She moved to position herself so her pussy was pressing up against yours.

“Good girl. Now let me take control.”

Edwina’s words were making you even hornier as she took one of your breasts into her mouth sucking a nipple and rubbing her pussy against yours. She moved slowly at first and rubbed her pierced nipples against your breasts. Looking at Billy you noticed the tent in his pants and his manspreading as he licked his lips. Her lips latched onto your neck sucking it and leaving her mark.

"Come on baby girl I want you to cum for me. Want you to cum all over my pussy," she mewled as she put a finger near your lips. "Open for me," she commanded.

To say he got you aroused would be an understatement and even though the act itself was lustful, you were giving into your deepest and darkest desires. You eagerly obliged her to suck her finger as your pussies made wet squelching noises from the friction of the rubbing.

Billy's heart was racing as he felt his cock harden and he ached to touch himself, to give himself some release as you and Edwina made out heavily with lip biting going practically feral for each other.

"Fuck, I wanna touch myself," Billy confessed in frustration.

"Fuck your cock with your hand," Edwina sternly told him permitting him to touch himself.

Normally Billy would never go for some chick telling him what to do but he was so pent up and turned on he didn't care. He took his dick out as you and Edwina watched eagerly licking your lips. Edwina's pussy against yours was so wet and you were so hot and heavy for her as you kissed and rubbed your glistening, slick pussies together.

"Oh fuck, I'm so pent up," Billy growled, practically feral as he spits on his cock using it as lube to stroke himself.

You soon felt her slick as your pussy squelched from the sensual rubbing of your pussies together. You loved the rhythm you established with her enjoying your first time with her doing this. As you played with each other's breasts, paying careful attention to one another's nipples.

"Yeah baby girl you are so good for me," she urged as she made your nipples hard.

"I love your pussy," you enthused, getting lost in the moment and forgetting about Billy for a bit.

Edwina flipped you over slapping your ass and spreading your cheeks wide, teasing you with the butt plug taking it out then putting it back in.

"Mm, look at that ass isn't it gorgeous, Billy? Just look at that puckered hole," she teased as she spanked you and kneaded your ass.

"Fuck yeah, best ass ever," he grunted deeply.

Edwina whispered into your ear, "Let 69 baby girl."

You got into position with Edwina on top and you on the bottom. Soon she was knuckle-deep inside you and licking your clit like there was no tomorrow earning the pretty moans from your lips.

"Oh fuck yes right there," you cried as you ate her pussy too, gathering her slick with your fingers and rubbing it all over her pussy.

Billy was eagerly stroking and raising his hips as he fucked his hand, loving the show he was getting. You locked eyes with him occasionally, as you and Edwina pleased each other. This woman was all you desired and at that moment, you knew she would be a part of your life for a long time hopefully.

"Mm so tasty love that I get to eat this pussy again," she told you, her voice seductive as Billy mouthed to himself 'again'.

Spitting on her clit you rubbed it around her folds for friction loving how pink and pretty her cunt was. Billy stroked himself faster edging himself as he looked on in lust and then stopping as he listened to the cries and moans from both of your lips. Edwina's thighs shook as she buried her mouth into your pussy lips. She was sucking and finger-fucking you with the utmost precision as you tried your best to match her movements.

"I love your pussy, Edwina! Fuck!" You screamed as she fisted you.

Not even sure how much time had passed, you knew your impending climax would wash over you soon. As the wet sounds of your pussy echoed and as you felt her perfect tongue, your legs shook like jelly eager to let go. Your bodies moved in sync knowing what the other craved, fulfilling your desires, and taking out your pent-up energy on each other.

"Cum for me baby come on show me what you got!" She cheered you on as you clenched her fingers tightly and licked her pussy faster.

"Fuck gonna cum!"

Her orgasm washed over her first Billy was getting close himself. Tasting her cum eagerly you lapped it up. Moments later you felt an incredible new sensation, and it first felt like pee, but it wasn't.

"Oh fuck, she's a squirter, Billy!"

She fingered you through your high tasting your wetness and letting you squirt all over her face. Seeing the mess you made of her you smiled with glee quite impressed with yourself.

"Mmm, I can't believe I did that."

"I'm proud of you," she praised you as she held you close.

He had watched you both come undone and apart for each other with a rapt fascination that his eyes focused the entire time on you and Edwina. It was the hottest image in his mind and he would keep it in his memory spank bank forever. His hand didn't leave his cock as he watched you and Edwina 69.

"Gonna cum. Where should I put it?" Billy growled as he got up still stroking the precum of his cock he rubbed on his shaft for more friction.

"Our asses. Doesn't that sound good, baby?" Edwina asked you as she held you in post-coital bliss.

"Yes, please."

With a wicked grin on his face, Billy threw his head back and went over to you and Edwina stroking faster only needing several more good strokes before he began to cum painting your asses in his thick white cum watching eyes wide with lust as he marked your asses with his seed. After he finished, he cleaned you both up with some Kleenex.

After your encounter with Billy and Edwina, you felt so satisfied and got a ride home from Billy but you watched some fireworks first. Calling Nancy after your shower she answered on the second ring.

"It's me. You'll never guess what happened at the party and I didn't stand you up. I was with Edwina and Billy. Things got hot and heavy. I'll tell you if you wanna know more."

"Of course. Tell me everything."

"Edwina and I were a bit wasted, and he watched us. We scissored and 69'd. He also got off stroking himself," you admitted bluntly, not ashamed in the slightest.

"Wow, way to go! I'm glad you and Billy are getting along. Just glad you got home safe."

"Me too. Nance? Are we still on for our annual July sleepover with Robin and Chrissy? You know we go to the local Hawkins fair and then have the sleepover?"

"The fair, yes. That night though, no go on the sleepover. Jonathan and I already have a date celebrating our anniversary."

"I understand. I can't wait for the fair though. Us and Robin, Chrissy."

"Definitely. See you there."

The sleepover would be soon and you couldn't wait to spend alone time with your girls Robin and Chrissy. Chrissy had recently broken up with Jason and surely you would be able to cheer her up somehow, someway.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 to-do list

I have a burning desire for you baby.

Chrissy Cunningham x Robin Buckley x fem reader

pussy eating, use of toys, use of strap-on

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Since your time with Edwina and Billy you had prepared for your night in with the girls and sleepover you would have. Steve was at Family Video leading you eagerly to the back section to look at the X-rated videos. You found what seemed to be the perfect girl-on-girl one Edwina had suggested. You even made out with Steve in the backroom and let him motorboat you, promising he wouldn't tell anyone about your purchase.

The night of the fair you had a funnel cake, candy apple, and cotton candy as you were getting ready to ride more rides. You had already done the petting zoo and games and won a pink stuffed elephant. For the games, you did Skee Ball, weight guessing, ping pong ball, water gun, miniature rifle range, and soda toss. And for the rides, you rode a bounce house, dunk tank, carousel, merry-go-round, and Funhouse so now all you had left was the Ferris Wheel.

With Robin, Chrissy, and Nancy by your side, you were having the perfect night together. Nancy had won a purple stuffed cat, Chrissy a princess tiara, and Robin won a stuffed unicorn. Barb was on vacation with her family so she couldn't be there.

"I'll go with Chrissy on the Ferris Wheel so we'll meet up again soon," Nancy told the group as all of you made your way to the front of the line.

"Okay see you soon, Nance," Robin told her as you linked arms with Robin.

Soon on the Ferris Wheel and preparing for it to start you felt your heart racing with butterflies because Robin was holding your hand. As the ride started you giggled softly.

"Out of everyone I'm glad we are on this ride together," you told Robin.

"Me too. It's been great spending time together a day at the carnival is what I need."

"And tonight a sleepover just us and Chrissy."

As you reached the top the ride came to a halt. Looking at the stars and the full moon it was a beautiful night with the ride and surrounding fairgrounds being lit up solely by the moon.

"I like that. It's too bad Nancy can't come but it's nice she will be with Jonathan."

You boldly leaned in and kissed Robin on the lips just a peck.

"Do it again."

You eagerly obliged kissing her again but a full-on lip-lock this time. The ride started moving again and it was amazing having kissed Robin she was such a good kisser. It was a surprise she was single. It could be meant to be with her. Maybe you could even cheer up Chrissy later after her breakup with Jason.

"I loved that," Robin confessed as she put her arm around your shoulder.

"Me too Robin."

Robin had a glint in her and before you could savor the moment any longer the Ferris Wheel moved again. It went around twice more with you leaning your head against her shoulder.

After the ride on the Ferris wheel, you went on the carousel again picking a horse across from the one Robin chose with Nancy and Chrissy on the unicorns. Jonathan was now there taking pictures of you all ready to pick Nancy up so he could hang out with her that night.

"Hey, Jonathan. Guess I'll catch up with you guys later."

"Bye Nancy." You hugged her and whispered, "I'll tell you later about what happens at the sleepover."

"Bye, Nancy!" Chrissy and Robin said in unison.

"Let's go back to your place and have our sleepover," you suggested.

"Definitely," Robin replied taking your hand and holding it.

Since you had brought your car you drove them back to Robin's. After unloading your stuff from the trunk, you brought everything inside.

"I'm gonna go shower," Chrissy told you and Robin before going to the downstairs bathroom.

"I'm gonna shower too in my room. You can use the guest room bathroom," Robin suggested.

"Thanks."

Even though you didn't have a chance to shower with Robin maybe you could have some fun later. You decided to surprise the girls since you finished your shower first. In the kitchen, you prepared the cheese and fruit tray with crackers and poured some mineral water. With your snacks in the living room, you turned on the TV finding a John Hughes movie Pretty In Pink.

Robin is dressed in comfy pj's a pink tank top and matching shorts. Chrissy was wearing a heart nightgown one piece and short-sleeved. You opted though, to wear sweats with matching purple spaghetti straps.

"Nice snack you made there," Robin teased as she came into the room sitting on the couch next to you.

“Yes, food. Thanks,” Chrissy said meekly.

With you in the middle and Robin, and Chrissy on either side, you watched the movie and enjoyed the snacks. Mid-movie, you went to gather the wine bottle you had brought. Giving the bottle to Robin upon opening it you let her have a drink first. She did and passed it to Chrissy and then giggly Chrissy passed it to you. You continued to pass it around before you broke the silence.

“This movie is fine, but I brought something even better.”

“What? Show us,” Chrissy teased.

Robin nodded, eager to find out. Getting up you got the tape and put it into Robin’s lap. Looking at it she blushed bright red. Chrissy noticed soon after gasping softly.

“Never watched something like this,” Robin mused, as she passed the tape to you.

“I haven’t either but we could watch it I’m curious. Jason and I broke up so I need some sort of release.”

“How about your room, Robin?” You suggested getting up and taking another swig from the bottle.

Robin took the bottle drinking it and passed it back to Chrissy.

“Perfect. Let's go.”

As the movie started and you were laying in Robin’s queen-sized bed the movie began with two women one a nurse and another a patient before finally a female doctor came into the room. Soon everyone was undressed and the foreplay unfolded. It was hot but something told you it would be even hotter to do that for real with Chrissy and Robin.

“I have a drawer of sex toys. I never told anyone that before not even dingus. He's my best friend but he has no idea.”

You didn’t expect this confession from Robin but it was intense.

“We could make a hotter video I bet,” Chrissy said out loud.

“We should use them,” you suggested.

Everyone was tipsy now, and as the film was heating up you leaned into Chrissy kissing her. She kissed you back before she crashed her lips into Robin’s. As they made out, you explored Robin’s drawers, finding the toys in the second drawer. Taking out the pink and purple strap-on, you held it and admired it. Robin soon noticed and stopped kissing Chrissy, the porno long forgotten.

“That would be fun to use. Only with lots of foreplay first. I mean, I’ve only had sex with one girl, Vickie, but I would use it on either of you gladly.”

“I’ve never done it with a girl,” Chrissy admitted before continuing. “Have you, Y/N?”

“Yes, with Edwina twice.”

“Let's try it then I’ll use it and first I’ll get you ladies ready for me. Get undressed.”

You and Chrissy undressed each other as Robin watched, also getting naked. Robin took the rubber strap-on and put it aside. You and Chrissy watched eagerly as she stripped licking your lips. Chrissy kissed you and tasted you as you both got more comfortable on the bed and Robin got on her knees.

“Now sit side by side and let me taste you both. I’ll take turns,” Robin instructed as you got on your back next to Chrissy, who did the same.

“I want to feel your tongue first, Robs. Please!” Chrissy begged.

She went over to Chrissy feeling her juices with her fingers. She was slick and soon she noticed it was the same for you.

“Mm patience, baby girl.”

As she fingered you she ate out Chrissy giving her kitten licks first. Then as she got Chrissy worked up with sucking on her clit, she pulled away licking her lips and kissing Chrissy, letting her taste herself. Next, she took charge of eating your pretty pussy, loving how you tasted, savoring your taste on her lips as Chrissy watched. She touched your breasts and Robin looked on eagerly laving at your pussy. Spitting on it she sucked it clean and your juices as her fingers pumped inside Chrissy’s wet hot pussy walls.

Switching back to Chrissy you played with Chrissy's nipples stroking and pinching them as you kissed the prettiest sounds escaping both your mouths. Chrissy's cries grew even louder. She lifted her body off the bed as Robin made her tremble with delight. Robin teased her more by going back to you sucking your clit making your pretty whimpers grow louder. When she felt like she had gotten you wet enough, she stopped and met your lips in a kiss. Tasting your nectar from her pretty mouth you licked your lips clean.

“I think I wanna have you fuck Chrissy first with the strap and I want to have Chrissy eat me out.” She says this more as a command than a simple request.

“Maybe you can alternate it on us, too,” Chrissy suggests.

“Maybe later, but for now I want to be pleased like I deserve to be.”

Seeing Robin in dom mode was so hot. Chrissy put on the strap and Robin positioned herself on the bed, legs spread wide. She was now all yours for the taking. Chrissy used the lube on the rubber dildo strap-on and bent you over pulling you back by your hair to her liking as she lined herself up at your entrance.

“Mm, that's right fuck her as she eats me out,” Robin, orders giving you a beckoning come-to motion with her dark purple polished fingers.

“Yes, Robin. I want to very much.”

Chrissy bottomed out inside you the slick of your pussy coating the fake cock. Almost as soon as you licked Robin’s pretty clit Chrissy moved inside you starting with slow yet languid movements before her thrusts became more steady.

“Mm, how does her pussy taste?” Chrissy asked her eyes full of curiosity.

“So fucking good!” You squealed as you pumped two fingers inside of her.

Robin’s legs wrapped around your back pulling you in closer as she tilted her head back riding your face in pure ecstasy. Chrissy’s thrusts sped up then became consistent again as you tasted Robin’s sweet essence and nectar, your tongue exploring her pussy paying special attention to her clit.

“Oh, yeah, fuck! Eat me just like that!” She beckoned her pretty sounds only growing with anticipation of her eventual release.

Chrissy made cute sounds as her faux cock penetrated you squelching noises filling the room her cock worked its magic and her hand got a steady grip on your hair. Robin tasted so sweet and so divine. It wasn’t easy to explain how wonderful her essence was, but you were already becoming addicted to it.

“Doing such a good job, baby fucking her with your cock!” Robin enthuses between moans as you moaned even louder from Chrissy’s thrusts.

Robin was getting closer to her release, but she let you edge her and Chrissy fucked you harder. After minutes more of Chrissy fucking your cunt and you devouring Robin, Robin pushed you away slightly.

“Change positions. Need Chrissy to eat my sweet pussy.”

Robin was a no-nonsense woman and you knew perfectly well she meant what she said. Chrissy removed the strap helping you get it on and adjusting it for you to use. As you got closer to her, you could feel her heat. No doubt she was aching for you.

“I can't wait to taste you, Robin,” Chrissy tells her sounding delighted.

Now face down and ass up, Chrissy had her arms wrapped around Robin’s legs and moved her face closer to her slick heat. Kissing up Robin’s inner thighs Chrissy sucked and licked her thighs leaving light bite marks in her wake.

“Ready Chrissy?”

“Yes ready. Do your worst,” she dared you.

You filled her to the hilt and abruptly slammed into her aching pussy as she had her first taste of Robin, causing Rob to moan her name and get a good fistful of her hair. Chrissy lapped eagerly at her entrance as you fucked her hard and slapped her ass earning loud mewls and sexy moans from Chrissy’s lips.

“Oh, fuck so tight!” You told her sounding enthralled as you left scratch marks on her back. They were prominent and you wanted to claim her- mark your territory.

“Yeah, that's right eat my pussy! Devour it like your life depended on it!” Robin groaned holding her head down so she was suffocated by her pussy.

It was the sexiest thing seeing Robin take over like this. She knew what she desired and went for it no matter what. You were aching with a burning desire and penetrating her tight and wet pussy was the experience of a lifetime. Robin was on the precipice of cumming and Chrissy was doing the best job eating her out. It seemed like she was aching for you both and you knew she was having the time of her life tonight.

“Make me cum! Gonna coat that pretty face in my juices!”

Robin sounded like a woman about to come undone and how could she not with Chrissy feasting on her like it was the last supper? It was a good thing The Buckleys were out of town this weekend because you and the girls were being so loud with all the naughty fun and sinful things you were doing. Giving into every whim and desire sexually felt so freeing. Fucking Chrissy with the strap-on made her gasp and groan emitting the prettiest sounds to escape from her lips.

“Oh fuck yes make her cum!” You enthused pumping in and out of her kneading her ass and making Chrissy’s ass cheeks jiggle.

“Oh yes! Right there! Take all my cum, Chrissy. Be my little cum slut!” Robin screamed, sounding feral as she creamed all over the blonde’s mouth and face.

As she rode out her high, Robin tugged Chrissy’s hair harder.

“Mm tastes so good Robin. What are you gonna do to us now?” Chrissy asked hoping Robin wasn’t done with her just yet.

“Kiss her first then you’ll see.”

Chrissy eagerly kisses you and you deepen it with your tongue. Meanwhile, Robin gets up from the bed and kisses you crashing her lips against yours. You savored the kiss as she removed the strap-on. Soon she had it on and she smirked with satisfaction. Not knowing what she was up to you raised your brows curiously.

“Need to have you ladies lick this clean once I finish you both up and make you scream my name and cum. Lay down now!” She demanded as Chrissy eagerly and quickly obeyed her.

You lay next to Robin spreading your legs and wrapping your left leg around Chrissy’s right. Robin positioned herself at your entrance, soon pumping the dildo inside. It was clear she loved it judging by the smirk on her face. Chrissy licked your nipple and sucked as you emitted the prettiest noises from your lips.

“Oh yes, take this cock! I wanna see you cum all over it baby girl!”

Tilting your head back you loudly whined especially from the sensation of Chrissy’s tongue on your breast. Robin picked her pace up teasing you by slipping out the cock then pushing it right back in and pumping away again.

“Robin, I’m so close!” You whined.

It was a magnificent feeling and you couldn’t wait to come undone. You had never had this feeling or pleasure like this before from this type of stimulation from another person. Soon you could take what you had been learning and discovering about yourself from this sexual energy and share it with the first guy you lost your virginity to who would hopefully be Billy.

“Yes, cum for us!” Chrissy pleaded as she met your lips in a searing kiss.

Her kiss was filled with so much passion as you closed your eyes and let go cumming for Robin creaming the toy and collapsing in a heap on the bed as Robin pulled out of you.

“Good job. So proud of you.”

She leaned in to kiss you before moving over to Chrissy and fucking her with the cock. She took it so well crying out so pretty for Robin. It was a sight to see. You took one of Chrissy’s nipples into your mouth, then the other. Her breasts were gorgeous. So perfect.

“Yeah, take that, you little whore!” Robin spat out as Chrissy whined and she slapped her gently across her right cheek.

“Yes, mommy gonna cum!” Chrissy mewled, not being able to last much longer.

“Then cum for me!”

Chrissy came undone moments later, calling out Robins's name as Robin pulled out. Now on your knees for her, joined by Chrissy, you took her fake cock into your mouth applying suction and hollowing out your cheeks as she hit the back of your throat. She pulled out and did the same to Chrissy. The taste of your pussy juices combined with Robin’s was incredible.

“So beautiful. I had fun tonight,” Robin told you sounding intrigued as she lay in the middle of you and Chrissy strap-on now gone and the three of you holding hands.

“Me too Robin, me too,” Chrissy chimed in.

“You are both amazing,” you added.

At home days after and writing in your diary, you felt accomplished. Heather comes by your room though interrupting you.

“Can I help you?”

“What are you writing in your journal now, sis? I know everything that's happened, you know. I read your diary.”

“Shut up Heather, get out!”

“Fine, but I know Billy is your next conquest. And by the way, I know he likes you.”

She walks off leaving you alone finally. Hopefully, that was true because you wanted to lose your virginity and planned to ask Billy out on a date soon.

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hi not to hijack your post op but this reminded me of a great story

this is the story of my greatest Library Crime

growing up my older sister and i were very competitive with each other. over christmas break from school she decided her goal was to read every harry potter book and watch all the movies before break ended. which she did successfully, that is not the story. now, i watched the movies with her but i had never read the books. i had tried before, but the first chapter was boring and i didn’t care about the dursleys so i stopped.

but now things were different, my sister had given me a challenge. i had to be better than her. i took the biggest bag i had, a bright highlighter pink cheetah print messenger bag which i usually used to take a towel and sunscreen to the pool (not necessary in december) and i checked out every harry potter book at once from my local library. now it is important to establish a few things about me, i have horrible untreated (to this day) adhd, and in combination with this have been medically diagnosed with a godawful long and short term memory. this culminates in one of my main symptoms, Inventing Memories.

so, i did not read harry potter faster than my sister, in my defense i had school to worry about and she did not. i also did not lose the books, for you see, i am also very good at losing things. to combat this i kept every book in that same bright highlighter pink cheetah print messenger bag, and i was not allowed to take the next book out until i had finished the one before. so when i finished the deathly hallows, fairly late at night, despondent over losing to my sister, i put it back in the bag and knew i would return the books in the morning.

a week passes, my mother gets a call from the library. “hey, you guys kind of have like Every harry potter book, we need those back.” my mom glances to me where i mouth “i returned them,” fully believing in my soul that i had. with no reason not to trust me, my mother tells the library that we have returned the books and there must be a mistake of some kind. the library agrees to look for them, and that is that.

until we get another call from the library. “hey, are you guys sure you returned them? we can’t find them anywhere.” my mom says we’re pretty sure but she will check our house just in case. we turn to frantic searching, we look everywhere i could possibly have sat to read them. these books are not in our house.

we call the library back. “you have the books, we did not lose them, you guys did.” they agree to search again. a day later, the library does not have the books, they must be with us. we deep clean, the house is fairly messy so they truly could be anywhere at this point. we clean all the spot where books could possibly be hiding, check every child’s bedroom, and every bookshelf. We Do Not Have The Books.

eventually, the library concedes. “yeah, it can get pretty chaotic over here, we probably lost them. don’t worry about it, you don’t owe anything.” my mother is relieved.

a year passes, we are doing spring cleaning. my mother, exhausted by the mess of five children, is throwing stuff out of the perpetually full coat closet left and right for us to pick up and take to a better place. my sister has too many shoes, my brother has too many jackets, i have— why is this bag so heavy?

she hands me the bright highlighter pink cheetah print messenger bag, and i open it to reveal the deathly hallows. “we have to go to the library right now.” says my mother, a good person, i was ready to burn the evidence.

we make the drive in silence, we walk up to the front desk and open the bag for the librarian to see. my mother is apologizing, “i didn’t know, i’m so sorry, i’ll pay whatever fine i owe you, i can pay the price of the whole series, is that okay?”

the librarian is laughing, my mother stops, confused. “did you plan this?” we are asked. “of course not,” we respond, even more confused. the librarian points to the banner above the desk, it reads:

“Amnesty Day: bring back any late book and pay no fee.”

my mother is shocked, i am shocked, the librarian is laughing. my mom insists, she did not plan this, she will pay the fee anyway, she feels so terrible about this whole situation. the librarian insists that she will honor amnesty day, and we owe nothing.

I have to tell my library I lost a book I borrowed they're gonna hunt me for sport

[thebeautifulfantastic]

how unfortunate that i have two hyperfixations, several side interests, and a load of homework all clamoring at the same time for priority in my brain

[cosmicheartz]

Love loses :( 💔

[kavehater]

I am too tired to talk to people rn but I have to reply BUT IM TOO SAD TO REPLY EUEHD

[floraleevee]

Being the go-to staff member to help coworkers while also having a supervisor who micromanages tf outta you as if they suspect you’re not working hard enough is really something 🫠👍

[lizziesangel]

RAFE CAMERON ⟢ taking care of you

x FEM!reader ⟢ MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: based on this request

WORD COUNT: +3.7K

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: reader is pregnant, soft!rafe cameron (to you anyway), talks of nausea and vomiting

the streets of the outer banks were quiet, except for the distant crashing of waves and the occasional bark of a stray dog. the four of you—sarah, kie, john b, and yourself—had split up to search for jj, who had gone on yet another self-destructive bender. the tension was thick in the air, but you barely noticed it, your focus entirely on the uneasy churning in your stomach.

it wasn’t just stress. the nausea had been growing worse by the day. you could feel it now, bubbling under the surface, threatening to spill over.

“are you okay?” sarah asked, looking back at you. she’s been keeping close, ever the protective sister-figure, but her sharpness softened when she noticed how tired you looked.

“i’m fine,” you lied, your voice tight. “i’ll be right back. i just... i just need to—”

you didn’t finish. instead, you veered off down the street, away from her questioning gaze, and toward the first place that caught your eye: pitts st. pharmacy.

the store was a mess, looted and trashed, shelves toppled and goods scattered across the floor. you stepped inside, heart hammering, and made your way through the debris. the nagging fear that had been gnawing at you for weeks now screamed in your head. it couldn’t be true, but you needed to know for sure.

your eyes scanned the wreckage until you found what you were looking for: a small box of pregnancy tests, dented but intact. grabbig it, you made your way to the bathroom at the back of the store.

inside, the lights flickered dimly. the sink was covered in grime, and the toilet looked worse, but none of that mattered. you locked the door behind you and ripped open the box, your hands shaking.

minutes later, you sat on the edge of the sink, staring at the test in your hands.

two lines.

“no,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head as if you could will the result to change. but it didn’t. it stayed the same—two unmistakable, life-altering lines.

you were broke, had no place to stay, and were currently under stress from everything that was happening. you barely had any food. how could you care for a child?

you felt the nausea return with a vengeance, and you barely made it to the toilet before you started throwing everything up.

a loud knock at the door startled you mid-heave.

“y/n?” kie’s voice came through, worried and muffled. “are you in there? are you okay?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, wiping your mouth as your body trembled. the door creaked open, and sarah stepped in, kie close behind her. their faces were a mixture of confusion and concern.

“holy shit,” she said, taking in the state of you. “what happened?”

sarah’s eyes flicked to the sink, where the pregnancy test sat. her jaw dropped, and for a second, she just stared at you, stunned.

“oh my gosh,” sarah whispered. “are you—”

you cut her off with a tear running down your face, “don’t say it, if you say it, it means it’s real. i can’t do this.”

you buried your face in your hands, unable to face her. “i didn’t mean for this to happen,” you choked out, your voice breaking, and your heart followed.

kie grabbed the test, her brows furrowing as she saw the result. “is this real?”

you nodded, still shaking.

“okay, okay,” sarah said, crouching beside you. her voice was calm, but there was an edge of urgency in it. “we’re going to figure this out.”

she took a step closer, her expression shocked. “does rafe know you’ve been feeling like that?”

your stomach twisted again, this time with a different kind of nausea. “no,” you admitted. “i haven’t told anyone.”

kie crossed her arms, glancing at you. “well, this explains why you’ve been so out of it lately,” she said, her voice softer than usual.

the lump in your throat grew, and fresh tears spilled down your cheeks. “i just don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice breaking.

sarah pulled you into a hug, her arms strong and steady. “you don’t have to figure it out right now,” she said softly. “one step at a time. we’ll help you, i promise.”

you blinked at her, surprised by the warmth in her voice. “you’re not mad?”

sarah shook her head. “no. i mean… i won’t lie, this is a lot. but i’m not mad. rafe’s… complicated,” she admitted, her tone careful. “but he’s still my brother. and you’re our best friend. we’ll deal with this, whatever happens.”

kie sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “yeah. i mean, i still think rafe is a total disaster, but… we’re here for you. whatever you need.”

“thank you,” you managed to crack a smile but your voice still cracked.

the boat rocked gently over the waves, the endless ocean stretching out in every direction as the pogues sailed toward morocco. the salty air was cool against your skin, but your nerves were hotter than ever. below deck, in the cramped bathroom, rafe was tied up like cargo—his usual sneer subdued by whatever storm was brewing in his mind.

sarah and kiara sat beside you near the railing, both trying to make small talk to distract you from the weight of your secret. you hadn’t told anyone else yet—only them. sarah had been protective from the moment she found out, and kie, despite her initial shock, had become a steadying presence. but you knew you couldn’t keep this from the others forever.

it had to come out now, before someone else pieced it together.

john b, jj, pope, and cleo were sitting farther up on the deck, laughing about something jj had said, the tension of the past few days temporarily pushed aside. you took a deep breath and glanced at sarah. she squeezed your hand reassuringly, nodding.

“alright,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you stood. “i need to tell you guys something.”

the laughter died down, and all four of them turned to look at you. jj raised an eyebrow, while cleo leaned back, her arms crossed, her expression curious but calm.

“what’s up?” john b asked, tilting his head.

you hesitated, your hands shaking as you clutched the edge of your hoodie. kie stood up beside you, her presence a quiet show of support, and sarah followed suit, stepping forward slightly like a shield.

“so, uh... i’m pregnant,” you blurted out, the words spilling from your lips before you could overthink them again.

the silence that followed was deafening.

jj blinked a few times, his mouth hanging open. pope froze, the book in his hands slipping onto the deck. john b stared at you, his face blank with shock, while cleo tilted her head slightly, her lips pressing into a thoughtful line.

“wait, what?” jj finally said, breaking the silence. “you’re serious? like… a baby?”

“yes, jj,” sarah’s voice was serious, with a small hint of enthousiasm. “a baby.”

pope’s brows furrowed as he leaned forward, his voice cautious. “uh… does he know?”

you shook your head quickly. “no. and i don’t want him to know. not yet, i think. i need to figure out what I’m going to do first.”

john b ran a hand through his hair, glancing toward the cabin. “he’s going to find out eventually. you know that, right?”

“yeah, but not now,” sarah said, stepping closer to you. “she doesn’t owe him anything. not until she’s ready.”

jj finally seemed to process what you’d said, his usual smirk replaced by something more sincere. “holy shit,” he muttered, looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time. “you’re gonna be a mom.”

cleo stood, brushing off her pants as she walked over to you. she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her eyes soft and understanding. “hey,” she said, her voice low but warm. “you alright? how’re you feelin’? you eatin’ enough?”

the sudden shift to motherly concern caught you off guard, and your throat tightened as tears pricked your eyes. “i… i’m okay,” you said, your voice shaky. “i mean, not really, but i’m trying.”

cleo nodded, her hand moving to rub your back. “good. ‘cause you gotta take care of yourself now, you hear me? you need anything, you come to us. don’t keep it all bottled up.”

her kindness undid you, and before you knew it, you were crying, tears streaming down your face as all the emotions you’d been holding in came flooding out. cleo pulled you into a hug, her arms strong and comforting.

“it’s okay,” she murmured. “we got you.”

jj scratched the back of his head, his expression torn between awkwardness and a genuine desire to help. “uh… do you, like, need anything? cravings or whatever? i could… i don’t know, fish or something?”

“geez, jj,” kie said, rolling her eyes, though there was a faint smile on her lips.

“what?” jj said, throwing up his hands. “i’m trying to be helpful!”

pope finally broke his silence, his voice calm but thoughtful. “this is big,” he said. “but you don’t have to do it alone. we’re a team, and we’ve got your back.”

john b nodded, though his expression was still conflicted. “yeah. we’ll figure it out, together.”

sarah crossed her arms, her gaze flicking toward the cabin. “i don’t know if rafe being a dad is going to be a good thing,” she said quietly. “but i know for sure, that you can always count on us.”

you wiped your face, looking around at your friends—your family. despite the chaos of the situation, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

“thanks, guys,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

cleo gave you a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “alright. now you sit down, drink some water, and take it easy. baby’s already got enough drama in its life with this crew.”

that earned a few laughs, breaking the tension on the deck. even jj cracked a grin, though his eyes were still darting toward the cabin like he was expecting rafe to burst out at any moment.

the storm rolled in faster than any of you expected. the dark clouds roared overhead, the wind screaming as waves battered the small boat. rain lashed at your face as you clung to the railing, your knuckles white as the boat pitched violently.

“hold it steady!” john b yelled from the helm, fighting to keep the boat on course.

“we’re trying!” pope shouted back, struggling to tie down a loose rope.

everyone was scrambling, shouting over the howling wind, when your eyes darted toward the cabin where rafe was still tied up. the boat lurched again, and you realized the storm was too much for the pogues to handle alone.

you turned to cleo, who was gripping a rope near the mast. “cleo!” you shouted.

she looked up, rain streaming down her face. “what?”

“untie rafe! we need his help!”

her brows furrowed in hesitation, but another massive wave slammed into the boat, nearly knocking her off her feet. “you sure about this?”

“just do it!” you yelled, already moving toward the railing to help pope with the ropes.

cleo disappeared into the cabin, and moments later, rafe stumbled out onto the deck, his wrists free but still red from the ropes. his eyes were wild, darting around as he took in the chaos.

“help with the sail!” kie barked at him, pointing toward the mast.

for once, rafe didn’t argue. he jumped into action, his strength proving useful as he wrestled with the ropes alongside pope and jj.

oyu turned back toward the deck, trying to keep your footing as the boat tilted dangerously. the storm’s fury was disorienting, and the slippery surface of the deck made every step treacherous.

then it happened.

your foot slipped on a patch of wet wood, and you stumbled forward. before you could catch yourself, the boat lurched again, and the railing vanished beneath you.

“y/n!” rafe’s voice tore through the storm as you plunged into the icy water.

the cold was a shock, stealing the breath from your lungs as you struggled to orient yourself in the churning waves. you heard shouts from the boat above, barely audible over the roar of the storm.

jj’s voice was the loudest. “i’m going after her!”

“be careful!” john b yelled after him. “think about the baby! don’t squeeze her stomach!”

the words hung in the air, cutting through the chaos. on deck, rafe froze, his hands gripping the mast as his head whipped toward john b.

“what did he say?” he demanded, his voice sharp despite the storm.

sarah turned to him, her face pale, but there was no time to explain. another wave crashed over the boat, and she grabbed onto the railing, shouting at him to focus.

his eyes narrowed, jaw tightening, but he said nothing. instead, he turned his gaze to the water, scanning for any sign of you or jj.

hours passed, the storm finally beginning to die down as the sun peeked through the clouds. the pogues had managed to navigate to a small stretch of land, pulling the boat onto a rocky shore. the group was soaked, exhausted, and anxious.

sarah was pacing along the water’s edge, arms wrapped around herself. her lips were pressed into a thin line, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “it’s been too long,” she muttered, her voice strained.

“they’ll be back,” cleo said, trying to sound confident, though her eyes betrayed her own concern.

sarah shook her had and paced back and forth, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. “they should’ve come back by now,” she said, her voice cracking.

“they will,” pope said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

rafe stood apart from the group, his arms crossed as he stared out at the horizon. his mind was racing, replaying john b’s words over and over again.

“think about the baby.”

he clenched his jaw and turned toward sarah, his voice sharp but controlled. “you knew, didn’t you?”

she stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing. “knew what?”

“don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “about her—about the fact she’s pregnant.”

the rest of the pogues glanced at each other, unsure whether to intervene. sarah sighed, walking closer to him.

“yes, i knew,” she admitted, her tone calm. “she told us a while ago.”

“and you didn’t think i had a right to know?” rafe’s voice rose slightly, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “you thought it was okay to keep that to yourself? to keep it from me?”

“she wasn’t ready to tell you,” sarah said, keeping her voice steady. “this isn’t about you, rafe. it’s about her—and her baby.”

rafe scoffed, running a hand through his wet hair. “my baby! it is about me, sarah. it’s my—our kid! and none of you thought i should know? that’s not your call to make.”

kie stepped forward, arms crossed. “she’s been through a lot, rafe. maybe think about her feelings for once instead of your own.”

rafe glared at her, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. “i’m thinking about her and the baby, okay? i just—” he broke off, pacing a few steps away before turning back to face them. “she’s out there, in the water, and nobody bothered to tell me anything. do you know what that feels like?”

john b, who had been silent until now, raised a hand. “alright, chill, bro. she didn’t want you to know yet. we were just trying to respect that.”

rafe shook his head, muttering under his breath. “unbelievable.”

pope, ever the peacemaker, cleared his throat. “look, what’s done is done. the important thing is finding them. once they’re back, we can figure all this out. together.”

before anyone could respond, cleo’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “wait. look!”

all heads turned toward the shoreline. two figures emerged from the distance.

“is that—” sarah started, but rafe didn’t wait for confirmation.

“y/n!” he shouted, already breaking into a run.

the others followed as rafe sprinted across the rocky terrain, his heart pounding in his chest. the moment he reached you, he didn’t hesitate. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace despite how drenched and exhausted you were.

“you’re okay,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “thank God.”

jj, who was supporting you with one arm, stepped back with a faint smirk. “guess i’m chopped liver now,” he muttered, though his eyes betrayed his relief.

“shut up, j,” sarah said, brushing past him to check on you. “are you hurt? is the baby okay?”

jj made a wincing sound, “i’m good as well, thanks for asking.”

you nodded weakly, your voice barely audible. “i’m okay. we’re okay.”

rafe pulled back slightly, his hands still gripping your shoulders as he searched your face. “why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

you hesitated, your gaze flicking to the others before landing back on him. “i didn’t know how,” you admitted. “i didn’t know what you’d do.”

his expression softened, though the frustration still lingered in his eyes. “i’m not perfect, y/n, but i deserved to know. you should’ve told me.”

“i know,” you whispered. “i’m sorry.”

he exhaled deeply, shaking his head. “we’ll figure it out. but next time, don’t keep me in the dark, okay?”

you nodded, tears stinging your eyes as relief washed over you.

the rest of the pogues watched from a few feet away, the tension easing as they saw the interaction. cleo crossed her arms with a satisfied smirk. “looks like things are about to get real interesting around here.”

kiara rolled her eyes. “as if they weren’t already.”

“alright, people,” john b said, clapping his hands. “let’s get back on the boat. we’ve got a long way to go, and i don’t think this baby is waiting for us to sort out our drama.”

everyone chuckled softly, the storm behind them in more ways than one as they headed back toward the boat—together.

the sun was blazing overhead as the boat pulled into the small, bustling port of a coastal moroccan town. the storm was a distant memory now, though the tension it left behind was still palpable. the pogues were quiet as they docked, the salt-crusted air mingling with the scents of spices and fresh fish wafting from the market nearby.

rafe hadn’t let go of your hand since the moment he had you back, and he wasn’t about to start now. his grip was firm but gentle, his thumb occasionally brushing against your skin as if to reassure himself that you were still there.

“you feelin’ okay?” he asked quietly, leaning closer to you as the group began unloading supplies.

“i’m fine,” you said for what felt like the hundredth time, though the way your heart fluttered at his concern betrayed your frustration.

he didn’t seem convinced. “you need water? food? to sit down for a bit?”

oyu sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “rafe, i’m okay. really.”

sarah, who had been listening with mild amusement, rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag. “rafe, she’s pregnant, not fragile. let her breathe.”

he shot her a glare but didn’t respond, his attention still on you. “just let me know if you need anything,” he said softly.

“i will,” you promised, squeezing his hand.

as the group made their way into the town, the cobblestone streets came alive with vibrant colors and sounds. market stalls were bursting with fruits, textiles, and handcrafted goods, and merchants called out in several languages to passersby. the sheer energy of the place was overwhelming but invigorating.

jj whistled low, his eyes scanning the scene. “man, this place is something else.”

“keep your eyes on the mission,” pope reminded him, though even he couldn’t hide his awe.

cleo grinned, nudging you lightly. “bet you could use some of this food right about now, huh? what’s baby hungry for?”

you laughed, shaking your head. “we’re good, cleo, i promise. let’s just focus on finding groff.”

“still, wouldn’t hurt to grab something for later,” rafe said, already scanning the nearest stalls.

sarah groaned. “rafe, i swear, if you don’t chill—”

“leave him be,” john b cut in with a smirk. “it’s kinda funny. in an overbearing, borderline-annoying way.”

rafe ignored them both, steering you gently toward a fruit stand. “pick something. anything.”

you sighed but complied, grabbing a couple of oranges. the merchant smiled warmly as he handed over a few bills, and you couldn’t help but notice how his demeanor had shifted. gone was the sharp-edged, volatile rafe you were used to. in his place was someone softer, more attentive—a side of him you hadn’t seen before.

as the group continued deeper into the town, jj walked beside you, his voice low. “how are you feeling? really.”

“i’m good, i think,” you said honestly. “it’s just... a lot to take in.”

he nodded, her expression thoughtful. “rafe’s... different with you. i mean, not completely different, but it’s like he actually cares. that’s new.”

you glanced at rafe, who was busy arguing with pope about directions. a small smile tugged at your lips. “yeah. it is.”

before jj could respond, john b waved the group over. “alright, we’ve got a lead,” he said, holding up a map. “groff’s last known location is a few miles inland. we need to keep moving if we’re gonna catch him.”

the group fell into step, following john b through the winding streets. rafe stayed close to you, his hand never leaving yours, his protectiveness unwavering.

“let me carry your bag,” he offered as the heat bore down on the group.

“rafe, i’ve got it,” you said, though your tone was more amused than annoyed.

he gave you a look but didn’t push the issue. insteaf, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. “you sure?”

“i’m sure,” you said softly, your chest tightening at the concern in his eyes.

for a moment, the chaos of your journey faded, and it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of a foreign town, surrounded by the buzz of life. depsite everything—the storm, the baby, the uncertainty of what lay ahead—you felt a flicker of peace.

“we’ll figure this out,” rafe said, his voice low but steady. “all of it. i promise.”

and for the first time, you believed him.

[nondelphic]

the five stages of grief: writer's edition

denial: "this draft is amazing. no need for edits. it’s practically perfect as is." you’re so confident that you close the document for the day, smiling like you’ve just discovered the next great american novel (or swedish, or british, whatever). plot hole? who is she?

anger: "why did i ever think this was good? this is garbage. i am garbage. my characters are flat, my dialogue is cringe, and my prose sounds like a robot swallowed a thesaurus and threw up on the page." rage-quit the doc and go aggressively scroll pinterest for "writing inspiration" that you will never use.

bargaining: "if i fix this one scene, the whole thing will click into place. i just need to write one more subplot, maybe five more chapters, a quick rewrite of the entire ending, and then it'll be fine. totally manageable." queue up 17 youtube videos on "how to fix your plot" that you play in the background while staring at your ceiling.

depression: "i will never finish this book. it’s doomed. i’m doomed. why do i even write? who let me have ideas?!" lay dramatically on your bed, considering taking up knitting or rock collecting instead. cry a little over how your characters deserve a better writer.

acceptance: "this is the best i can do right now, and that’s okay. i’ll take a break, come back with fresh eyes, and remember why i love this stupid, broken story." suddenly, your MC whispers something brilliant, and you're like wait… maybe i'm a genius after all.

and the cycle begins again. writing is a joy.

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal Au.

Chapter 7:

Summary: Your escape from Joker doesn't go unnoticed, and you bear the consequences of attracting the attention of the bats.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6.

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Burning green blinded him, searing his veins and twisting. His very breath was strained, broken and turning into what he could only describe as boiling rage.

He did the only thing he could do.

Murder the clown.

Strike after strike bore down upon the clown’s heaving body, his guns left behind on the floor, long forgotten. Any little trick up the clown's sleeve was swiftly discarded by Jason’s primal force.

The clown’s leg was held in his gloved hands, he twisted, pulling and pulling until there was an abrupt snap. The other leg was subject to the whims of his iron toe boots, breaking under the pressure.

He itched and burned to do more, fists turning into a flurry of blows upon the now unconscious clown. The clown could still cry out in pain, and that satisfied him.

Jason kept going, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough, not until he wrapped his hands around and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and the clown finally popped.

Jason let out a breath, hands forming into an instinctive fist and aimed, until hands wrapped around his arms to pull him back.

He struggled, trying to jab out with his elbow to no avail. A voice interrupted the Green, calling out to him.

“Jason! Jason, come on!” The voice called out, demanding and desperate and somehow just enough for him to break through.

“Steph…?” He mumbled, regaining focus of the world around him. There was blood on his gloves.. his boots too. 

The clown as if a train had run him over- several times. Every part of his face was bruised, green, purple and black. His limbs were in no better shape, twisted and broken into pieces that seemed like agony for doctors to put back together.

He didn't envy Joker’s recovery period.

“Shit..” Batgirl muttered, at his side. “Batman won't be happy about this.” 

“Fuck Batman.” Was his instinctive response.

“Indeed..” She replied. “Well… I’ll take him back to Arkham, or actually, to the nearest doctor that won’t try to finish him off. Cass?”

A sudden movement in the shadow (that definitely didn't make Jason jump) revealed Cass, as she walked closer, a golden cage in one of her hands and Jason’s soul form in the other.

“Hurt.” Cass stated, pointing down at his soul form. Jason whistled, looking at the damage. 

His soul form had always been a durable little thing, no doubt a result of his own upbringing, but this amount of damage was definitely rare. The bird’s wings were twisted, a sign that they were broken, and its breaths were slightly ragged, indicating some internal injuries.

It’d be alright, ultimately. Soul animals healed much faster than humans, as a result of them being magic. 

He was mostly just glad he had bond distancing training, feeling those injuries wouldn't be fun at all. There was a dull pain in his back already, no doubt a result of his soul form’s injuries.

He sighed, kicking at the clown a bit as he did so. “Well that’s a problem.” 

“Your soul animal shouldn't be out of the cave Hood, how did it get here?” Batgirl spoke, turning to look at Orphan, as the hero unlocked the cage a bat was glooming in.

“And how did Bats get here either? Out of all of us, he's had the best training, his soul animal should know the most about how important it is to our identities for them to not leave.” Batgirl frowned, confusion painted on her face.

Batman’s soul animal flitted up to rest on Orphan’s shoulder, a vision of silent solitude. Orphan gave it a little scritch on its ears.

Jason paused, considering how to word what he was about to say. The Green had mostly cleared up, but it still fogged him a little, especially as he thought of the scene he witnessed.

“There was a civilian, Joker’s victim. Tied to a chair and about to be smashed on the head by a crowbar. My soul animal appeared and took the hit.” He stuck to the facts, they were wasting too much time as is. Damn, if not for the pit rage he could have found them by now!

Batgirl gasped. Orphan shifted a little. “Wait, do you think..?” Batgirl struggled to voice the question, knowing how much it meant to them all.

“Yes.” Jason answered, blunt. “That was our soulmate.”

Abrupt movement from the window interrupted their shock, as Red Robin swooped in with a brisk move. 

“Hey.” Red Robin called out, taking in their depressed faces. He paused. “What happened?”

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You were not having a good night. Your head hurt, your feet ached, and you would basically give anything at this point to get back home and collapse on your bed. Nothing had gone the way you had hoped for. In fact, it was now the absolute worst case scenario, other than being dead.

Now you have been exposed to two of your soulmates, potentially all of them now if they were feeling like sharing that information.

Oh and of course, you couldn't forget the Joker. Your newly acquired head injury certainly wouldn't be forgetting about it anytime soon.

You groaned, the world before you turning into brief spinning fuzz, as you trudged on. 

“Why me…” You muttered, narrowly avoiding stepping in some rain water. You walked through an alleyway, vaguely guessing the direction of your house. In all honesty, you had barely the slightest inkling of where you were at this point, but you had to try.

The shadows behind you stirred, and you whipped around, making eye contact with one of your worst nightmares. Nightwing.

You shifted backwards, aiming to run away, but he caught onto the fleeing posture of your stance.

“Hey! Hey, calm down.” He spoke reassuringly, as if he was talking to a scared citizen. “I'm not going to hurt you. The inmates of Arkham Asylum have broken out, and it's not safe to be roaming the streets right now.”

He smiled, a charming little gesture, and held a hand out to you. “I can take you home, you'll be safer indoors.”

You shook your head, words failing to escape in your fear of this new problem.

He frowned. “I’m sorry but, I'm going to have to insist. It's really not safe. I’d hate for you to get hurt.” He perked up a little as he spoke the next few words. “Are you injured? I know someone who can help, her name is Leslie, she's a very safe doctor. Or if you don't have anywhere to go, I can escort you to a safe place?”

You shook your head desperately. You wanted nothing more than to get away. Your legs were shaking.

Any further time spent in the presence of your soulmates was a risk. At any point one of them could tell him and you'd be doomed. Hell, he might already know!  

“I… I want to leave.” The words tumbled out, clumsy. “But not with you.”

The smile stayed on his face this time, plastered on. “It won’t be an inconvenience-” He tried.

“Please leave me alone.”

“It's really unsaf-”.

“Please leave me alone.”

“It will only take five-”.

“I said LEAVE ME ALONE!” You screamed, frustration and agony eclipsing into a fearful shout. You regretted it immediately, as it echoed through the streets. Tears welled up in your eyes. Your breath ran short.

Nightwing stood there, finally looking unsure. A part of you reveled in it, finally seeing how you always felt around them reflected on their form.

A fluttering sound broke the uncomfortable silence, a little robin flying down onto Nightwing’s shoulder.

“Robin..?” He muttered, more to himself than you. “Why are you here?”.

You meant to take the opportunity for what it was, to turn and run while you had the chance, but beady eyes turned towards you at the first movement you made.

Robin fluttered towards you, landing on your trembling hand. It gave a little coo, tilting its head a bit to stare at you. It seemed like it noticed your anxiety. It was admittedly a very cute gesture, something that acted like a balm to your scratched and raw mental state, but it didn't last for long.

“Wait…”. 

Your blood froze in your veins. Everything stopped.

“Are… are you…?”

You couldn't respond to his question. Your head spun, an undercurrent of anxiety questioning every option you could make. Your shakes increased. It was noticeable.

“Ah, hey!” It seemed he spotted it. “Don’t worry so much, I know you're so terrified because of what's going on, but now I know I can keep you safe.” His hands grabbed yours, a constricting grip. You tried to take a step back, but he kept you there, not budging from his grasp. Robin shifted a little in displeasure.

“We… can keep you safe.” His eyes beamed into yours, trying to convey a feeling of safety, of reassurance.

You were numb to everything but terror.

“I've told you this once.” You muttered. “And I didn't want to say it again.” You ripped his hands from yours, pushing him away. You grabbed Robin.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!” You screamed, primal agony laced in your tone, your last efforts giving out.

Then, in a moment of desperation, you grabbed Robin, your littlest soul animal. And you threw him at Nightwing’s face.

His startled scream was music to your ears, as you raced out of the alleyway and down the street. If you were lucky, maybe Robin would be startled enough to give him a few scratches.

Things were finally, finally looking up. It had taken a lot. Gosh, it has taken so much from you. You couldn't go home anymore, both vigilante and villain now knew your name, but at the very least…

You could escape.

It was a mantra you chanted to yourself.

“I can escape. I can escape. I can escape.”

It remained in your brain as you ducked under windows and hid behind cars.

I can escape I can escape I can escape.

A slip of blue in the shadows was your only warning, before cruel pain pierced your arm. 

“Ack!” You clutched at it, noticing what could only be a dart now embedded in you. You ripped it out as you ran, hoping that would be it.

IcanescapeIcanescapeIcanescape-

The world started falling to pieces before your very eyes, a black void stealing the places of buildings, cars, wherever you looked.

Your rush turned into a stumble.

Escape-escape-escape-

You were limping through an alleyway when your limbs finally gave up on you. The adrenaline finally losing to the tranquiliser.

“Escape…” You mumbled.

You glanced up.

A dark shadow was the only thing you could see. A giant figure, clad in a long cape.

A resentful part of you thought that the cape would be a rather warm thing to snuggle up to.

A hand reached out from the darkness.

You passed out.

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Happy Halloween!!

Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! Actually, there won't be too many chapters left now, we're coming to the end of Reader's struggle. Ofc, I will be going extra's that aren't actual chapters, and they'll have some extra details that are excluded from Reader's pov.

Also, I definitely have to apologise for how long this one took. I do have my reasons! Had an ear infection, then a holiday (that was pretty neat actually) and currently I have COVID lol. So I was a bit busy there.

But Halloween deserves to be celebrated just as much as everyone deserves another chapter, so here you go!

It is a bit of a shame I won't be able to make an actual Halloween piece. Maybe I'll make something a few days after Halloween? How do people feel about a coraline inspired DC oneshot?

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Mean Left Hook | Charles Leclerc x Ferrari! Reader

Summary: Silly season brings forward more children for Charles and YN. And how best to welcome into the world of F1 than to crochet them a gift. 

2024 silly season. Fluff. Humour

Pinterest pics

Requested: Yes by @illyrianprincess

F1 Masterlist

I have so many fics to finish off but i saw this request and it possessed me lol

This can be read as a standalone but for more fluff, crochet and terrible puns, read Needle Little Love

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haasf1team ollie’s on the grid for ‘25

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its_ynln amazing news! well done, ollie

→ olliebearman thanks, y/n/n

charles_leclerc can’t wait to have you on the grid next year, mate

→ olliebearman thank you. i hope to put all your tips to good use

→ user father and son reunited once more  

→ user okay i didn’t know how badly i needed these two to be on the grid until right now

→ user yes! we know she’d take such good care of him

→ its_ynln @/charles_leclerc we’ve got another child

→ charles_leclerc well, you did agree to a big family

→ user they’ve talked about kids!! 

oscarpiastri well done, ollie. looking forward to spending time with you on the grid and at family dinner

user poor ollie is going to find out just how slow that haas is 

jackdoohan congratulations, mate

→ user @/alpinef1team jack announcement next?

→ its_ynln yes, please 

→ jackdoohan being nice doesn’t erase the fact that i still don’t have a dinosaur 

→ its_ynln 🖕🏻🖕🏻

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its_ynln welcome to the grid, ollie BEARman. you must be BEARy excited to be joining the world of f1

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its_ynln i tried to make him haas style but turns out i didn’t have red, white or black

→ scuderiaferrari no red?! where’s your team pride? where’s your forza ferrari sempre

→ user girly isn’t gonna get renewed after this scandal 

olliebearman thank you, yn! now my most prized possession. Fluff Von Haas will be attending every race weekend

→ user fluff von haas 😍

user charles and yn really are his parents lol

arthur_leclerc good luck @/olliebearman, you’re going to need it dealing with her puns

→ its_ynln charles doesn’t do the dad jokes so i have to

→ oscarpiastri she’s the dad who stepped up 

→ charles_leclerc whoa, stop trying to take my role in this family 

user look at how sweet she is @/scuderiaferrari. now renew her contract 

user you can’t break up the family @/scuderiaferrari. announce her seat for next year

jackdoohan okay, i see how it is. i’ve got to get an f1 seat to get a dinosaur 

→ user haha poor jack still doesn’t have his dinosaur

→ user i bet it’s because he said he couldn't wait to get rid of her before she was announced for ferrari last year 

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scuderiaferrari signed, sealed and delivered. ferrari are pleased to announce @/its_ynln has renewed her contract. we look forward to racing with you for seasons to come

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user finally! 

user seasons?! queen got that multi-year contract

→ user she’s not going ANYWHERE

charles_leclerc oh mon dieu, i’m going to have to deal with her for many years

→ its_ynln don’t act like you didn’t know before me

→ oscarpiastri oh fuck, i’m going to have to deal with her for many years

→ arthur_leclerc @/oscarpiastri try having her be part of your family 

→ user i think arthur is forgetting that oscar is their son 

→ user not the leclercs acting like she won't be with them forever. we've seen the way charles looks at her, he ain't ever letting her go liked by charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc i couldn't imagine anyone else being my teammate ❤️

→ pierregasly it’s because no one else can “cheer you up” after they beat you 

→ its_ynln well, they could but i can’t imagine i’ll forgive him for cheating on me with one of you

user omg charles and yn racing side by side for multi years

→ user il predestinato and la principessa

olliebearman yay! can’t wait to share the track with you next year

→ its_ynln me too! it was so hard not to comment that when haas announced you 

→ user excuse me, you’ve known for a month and you let us suffer! 

arthur_leclerc like they would ever pick anybody else for that seat

→ its_ynln is this you being nice to me?

→ arthur_leclerc no. it’s just the forza ferrari running through me

francisca.cgomes woo! that’s my girl. i’d have built you a team myself if they hadn’t taken you back

→ pierregasly you’ve never offered to build me a team

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alpinef1team dreams doo come true jack doohan will complete our line-up for 2025

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its_ynln and you thought you were rid of me! 

→ its_ynln although it’s on you this time because you’ve followed me to f1

user i swear yn was the first like

→ user and comment

→ its_ynln shh, i’m secretly really proud and happy, but don't tell him that

→ user i love how she went from “i’m not babysitting” to getting charles to adopt more grid kids

pierregasly félicitations, jack. welcome to the team

oscarpiastri aussie aussie aussie

→ jackdoohan oi oi oi

→ danielricciardo oi oi oi

→ user they’ve been summoned 

user yn’s been liking these rookie announcement posts so fast 

→ user gotta ensure she’s up-to-date on her grid kids 

user omg guys do you think jack will finally get his dinosaur now

→ its_ynln no

→ jackdoohan can you tell i’m the least favourite child

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charles_insta weekend away with mon amour, without the kids (and the crochet needles)

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arthur_leclerc it sickens me how much you love each other 

→ charles_leclerc you were the one begging me to tell her how i feel 

→ its_ynln and you were the one constantly telling me how attractive he was, and how funny, and how kind, and blah blah

oscarpiastri come back, the other two scare me

→ olliebearman oi

→ jackdoohan i resent that statement

→ user when did they adopt jack?

user love how the only relationship content we get is from charles 

carlossainz55 wow, did she let you drive?

→ its_ynln yes, and i tell you, death himself was riding in the back seat 

→ charles_leclerc oi! 

→ user we've all seen the hairpin video charles

user always forget how stunning yn is until charles posts her liked by charles_leclerc 

francisca.cgomes the prettiest girl 

→ charles_leclerc yes, yes she is

→ its_ynln love you lots

→ user i love how we can’t tell whether she’s talking to kika or charles

→ pierregasly definitely kiks 

its_ynln i could spend forever with you and never get bored 

→ charles_leclerc tu es tout mon cœur

→ user the perfect couple on and off the track

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jackdoohan fucking finally i said getting a seat would be when i got a dinosaur, didn't i

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it’s_ynln will you leave me alone now? i made you three!

→ jackdoohan i mean, i saw a really cool crochet koala the other day ;)

→ its_ynln you know, i have a mean left hook 🪡

→ oscarpiastri i thought getting to f1 meant i was free from your bickering but you’ve followed me 

→ scuderiaferrari @/its_ynln you were told last year that you’re not allowed to publicly threaten drivers. do we have to make you sit through the powerpoint presentation again?

user at least you didn’t have to sleep with her

→ jackdoohan i thought i deleted that comment

→ charles_leclerc ha, like he could do a better job than me

its_ynln seriously though, congrats jack. It’ll be totally ROARsome to have you on the grid next year 

→ jackdoohan thanks mum

→ charles_leclerc mum? is there something you’re not telling me?

→ jackdoohan you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie

→ user f1 rookies, getting adopted by the ferrari power couple since 2023

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Requests open! Just delayed lol

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↬ summary: nanami kento tries to be the perfect husband and father but when a tough night fighting curses ends badly it results in nanami snapping at his daughter. 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: nanami x female reader; hurt/comfort; nanami has a daughter; domestic drama; being a jujutsu sorcerer is hard; momotarō is a famous Japanese folk tale :c ↬･ wc: 3,383

↬ notes: hi, everyone! I'm currently not really active at the moment so please don't feel disheartened if I haven't been responding to your messages or tagged posts. I'm taking a small break and only coming online for a bit to catch up on some messages, read fics or queue posts. I'll be back to properly posting and interacting soon but in the meantime I wanted to share that I finished up this draft over the weekend. I was actually debating if I should post this but then just decided to go for it! sending all my love xx

nanami’s head is heavy, completely clouded with despair, and it tints his brown eyes a shade of murky gray. the walls of his beautiful home feel narrow, almost claustrophobic, which explains why he’s struggling to catch his breath right now. stepping into the hallway, he instinctively peeks into the dining area to find you and his daughter eating dinner together. she’s sitting on the chair, her legs far too short to even touch the ground, holding a half eaten onigiri between her small hands. you are by her side, sneakily tidying up after her as you brush away the stray beads of rice trickling onto the table. 

a little glow blooms in nanami’s heart at the sight of you both but there is a vicious creature residing in the pit of his stomach that veils the bright light away. 

he quietly takes off his jacket, his bruised fingers loosening the tie around his neck. he clears his throat before announcing with exhaustion to you both that he’s finally home. 

your eyes meet his, the muscles on your face falling immediately. he can practically feel the blood rushing through your veins as worry washes over you. the reaction makes his chest uncomfortably tight, but he knows that he can’t hide his expressions around you like he used to. 

you both move together so fluidly now, like a single body of water that ebbs and flows to its own natural current. 

he escaped the night’s fight with a few cuts and a couple of bad bruises, but there is currently a student on shoko’s table who barely made it through. the young man arrived at jujutsu tech only a couple of weeks ago, but his naive and charismatic qualities turned into fatal flaws in the world of sorcery.

he bit off more than he could chew by trying to take on a special grade curse.  

shoko promised nanami that she would heal the boy, but admitted there was only so much she can do in regards to the aftermath of his injuries. the sorcerer couldn’t bare to leave him behind, but gojo refused that he stay and insisted that he return back home to his pretty wife and adorable daughter immediately. 

“I’ll handle things from here,” is what his superior said, while nanami’s guilt climbed up his throat. 

that student was his responsibility... 

...and he failed him entirely. 

“papa’s home!” his daughter chirps. the pitch of her voice ringing in nanami’s ears to pull him back to the present and far away from the scene where life and death were dancing together in a tango.  “papa, look, look...mama and I made onigiri!” 

her feet bounces up and down, and there’s a touch of a pink against her cheeks when her mouth stretches into a beaming grin. the innocence in her eyes makes nanami falter and he can feel himself falling deeper into the abyss. for a minute he resents himself for selfishly bringing such a beautiful thing into this world, only to gamble with the fact that she may potentially be in his shoes one day. 

he begs for that outcome to never happen, beseeches whatever higher power above him that exists to spare her from this life. she should never have to go through this, never have to experience these heartbreaks that only wither a person down. 

“I can see that,” nanami replies in a low voice before shifting his attention to his feet. 

right now, he can’t stomach an ounce of her purity, and it radiates around her like a halo. she's so unbothered by his presence, so completely unaware of the sudden change in the atmosphere around her... 

“we made tuna, salmon, and veggies...” she babbles on. 

“how nice...” nanami curtly interrupts, before anxiously running his fingers through the strands of his messy blonde hair. 

“which one do you want, papa?” she questions eagerly, pointing her sticky hands at the plate to show off the selection of triangles. 

“sweets,” you interject just as nanami turns on his heel to walk in the other direction, “how about we finish up eating our dinner, and we can save some for your daddy tomorrow...”

“nooo!” she whines far too loudly, which forces nanami to stop dead in his tracks. he glances over his shoulder to see her puffing out her bottom lip with disappointment, “you said...you said we make it so we eat together!” 

she’s only six. 

she can’t perceive that her father is struggling to hold himself together. deep down inside nanami knows that, but it isn’t enough to keep his cool. he doesn’t know why his daughter’s insistence causes him to pinch the front of his brows with annoyance or why he shoots a frustrated look in her direction. 

he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly picturing shoko calling the student’s parents to deliver the news that the man who was supposed to protect their child was unsuccessful in his duty. 

he doesn’t know why he feels at fault for everything that happened, even though the circumstances of the events were completely out of his control.  

he doesn’t know why he’s imagining himself on the receiving end of a very similar call, or why he can’t stop picturing his precious daughter on that table instead…

all of this pummels into him, and the monster emerges out from it’s cave.  

“be quiet and stop making such a fuss.” 

his voice comes out sharper than expected, and the expulsion of his frustration allows him to see the crystal clear picture before him. 

the room is dead silent. 

your face is in full shock at the hissing tone of your sweet husband snapping at his darling baby girl who he only ever speaks to with a gentle voice. 

what truly unravels nanami is the look that his daughter is giving him - her angelic features are sullen, but her eyes remain wide with surprise. her bottom lip is slack, and the only sound he can hear is her uneasy breathing. her eyes, the most beautiful gems in existence, twinkle as tears begin to form and she tries to quickly blink them away before turning her attention back to her plate.  

nanami doesn’t know he managed to stop time itself but the three of you remain frozen in place. 

he regrets his words immediately. 

he wants nothing more than to pull his precious girl close into his chest and smother her with apologies. the part of him with sense tells him to follow through and make things right with her, but instead he begrudgingly continues to wallow in his own self pity as he walks over to his room. 

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the house is unusually quiet now, the music of domestic joy morphing into hushed murmurs and whispers outside your room door. you settle your crestfallen daughter into her bedroom before moving to check on your husband next. 

fresh out of the shower, nanami is seated on the edge of the bed with his exhausted eyes pressed firmly into the palms of his hands. he exhales a heavy breath, his dirty work clothes still piled just outside the bathroom, and your heart nearly collapses seeing him in such a state of disarray.

you kneel before him, two hands sliding across the soft material of his sweats as you brush them along his thighs before carefully bringing them up to circle around his wrists. 

“kento?” 

he allows you to pull his palms away but your throat constricts when a band forms tightly around your neck. you swallow the lump with an upturn of your brows as you are greeted with red, exhausted eyes. you cup that handsome face in your hands, your thumbs sweetly motioning back and forth across his cheeks as you try to soothe the tension away. 

after all this time together, it hurts you to see that he still tries to hide his tears. nanami constantly holds himself to the highest standard, always ensuring that he can solidify himself as the rock for you and your daughter to depend on through thick and thin. it’s so rare for you to see him crack, to watch him crumble under the overbearing weight of the things that he is burdened to carry. 

“you had a rough night,” you point out in a low, sympathetic voice and he simply just nods his head in acknowledgement. 

his eyes flutter close again when you lean forward to press a tender, reassuring kiss on his brow. “you want a talk about it?” 

the way his voice shakes makes you shiver, but you tentatively listen as he relays the events of the night before finally concluding that satoru called him only a few minutes ago to reassure him that the student in question is alright. 

“he lost an eye, but at least he’s alive...” he concludes somberly, the warble in his final statement prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a protective hug. 

nanami receives it with gratitude, strong arms circling around your waist as he buries his nose into the crook of your shoulder and breathes in.

your scent is a reminder of his permanent sanctuary.

a safety, a reassurance of home.

you stroke his blonde locks between your fingers until he exhales, "i'm so sorry," he breathes, "I...I didn't mean to snap like that..."

a tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you unravel yourself to cup his jaw into your palms once again. "I appreciate the apology, but I don't think I should be on the receiving end of it..." you hint sweetly.

nanami closes his eyes guiltily. "I'm a horrible father."

you click your tongue with disappointment, your face falling as your disapproval pinches between the space of your brows.

"you're just human," you remind him defensively, "you're a wonderful father, the best man that our daughter can look up to"

"did you see the look on her face?" he replies, his voice unnaturally small. the tender expression he gives you is filled with regret, and it's enough to make your heart ache all over again.

"kento," you contend, "don't do this to yourself. we're both going to have days where we mess up, but that doesn't mean that the problem can't be fixed."

you thread his hair between your fingers, like your brushing through rays sunlight. "she's waiting for me to read her a bedtime story," you explain, "but I'm sure she would rather be with you instead..."

"I doubt that," your husband replies as he reaches for your hand to kiss the inside of your palm.

"we will always love you, kento," you answer back, "unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

he didn't even know how desperately he needed to hear that, for your certainty to remedy away all his sorrows, until they actually left your lips.

your husband's throat tightens, tears pricking his eyes once more but he hides them away when he leans in to seek out a kiss from the woman whose heart he deeply adores.

･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

nanami leans his shoulder against the frame of his daughter's room. his heart patters lightly, making him realize that he might actually be nervous. it's strange, he thinks, that he would feel hesitant to approach his own child considering that he was her guardian but nanami had never allowed his professional life to fracture into his personal one like this before.

she's seated on the floor next to a pile of books and her stuffed rabbit secured tightly underneath her arm. there's a warmth in his chest when when he makes note of the soft toy, because he purchased that himself the day she was born and the pair have been inseparable ever since.

he clears his throat, bringing his scuffed knuckles to gently knock on the door.

"my love?" he calls out to her.

his daughter perks up, her breathing changing slightly as it rises and falls with a hint of apprehension. she glances over her shoulder to see him.

"where's mama?" she asks, her question shattering the man into a million pieces at her subtle dismissal.

"taking a shower," he answers cooly, "but I'm here to get you ready for bed..."

her lovely eyes refuse to lock into his own, and she simply tucks her lip between her bottom teeth to avoid giving nanami a reply.

she looks so much like him when he was a child. he remembered when his parents used to scold him too, and how he would also hide away in his room. the only difference is that nanami's parents were far more traditional - a time where elders were never submissive to young hearts.

"may I come in?" he requests politely, ensuring that his daughter knew she had a choice if she wanted to speak to him.

her nostrils flare slightly while she considers him, but to his relief she nods her head eagerly.

nanami steps into her room, always feeling largely out of place amongst her things. "did you find a story for bed?" he asks.

she again quietly nods her head and picks up her favorite book; a compilation of japanese folktales with beautiful illustrations. you both have been reading one for her each night ever since she got it it as a present from her grandparents.

he crouches on his knees to meet her at eye level. "you've really been enjoying this one, haven't you?" he carries on, hoping to coax more words out of her.

“yeah,” she replies in the same mousy voice of uncertainty. she shifts her attention away when she stands on her feet, clutching onto the stuffed bunny tightly while her other hand swings the book by her side.

“and what tale are we reading tonight?”

she shrugs her shoulders with indifference, a hint of pink blushing her cheek. “I dunno. I…I can just until mama is ready…”

nanami visibly slumps. her rejection an entirely new painful experience that he's never endured before. he scratches the back of his head anxiously, finding himself at a loss for words. the seconds pass, an awkward bubble surrounding both father and daughter. it’s only broken when nanami exhales a sigh, and reaches his hands towards her waist to draw her into his frame.

“darling,” he addresses tenderly, “can you look at me?”

“no, you were mean…” she blurts out, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

nanami’s heart sinks.

that’s the first time he’s ever heard those words from her lips.

“I know,” he murmurs shamefully.

her mouth forms into a tiny button of a pout but she meets his eyes for the first time as he acknowledges his behavior.

nanami arches forward to kiss her forehead, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I’m so sorry if I upset or scared you”

she fidgets with the book in her hand. “did you not want onigiri?” she asks, her innocence tugging the corners of her father’s lips into a small grin.

“it wasn’t the onigiri, my love,” he reassures, “daddy just…had a bad day at work…”

“why was it bad?”

nanami sighs once again.

she still doesn’t know that he’s a sorcerer. you’ve both reduced his position to her by simply explaining that nanami “helps and protects people".

thankfully your daughter doesn’t pry too hard to ask any further questions.

“someone I know got hurt. so, daddy was a little shaken up when he came home…”

"shaken up?"

"scared, my love"

his daughter shakes her head in disbelief, “nu-uh, you never get scared, papa” she rebuts.

nanami huffs out a laugh, flashing her a full grin now as he brings his fingers to his chin to to ponder her sweet statement. he quirks his brow and cheekily replies, "we can't all be brave like you," in an attempt to lighten the mood.

his daughter narrows her eyes towards his hand, her mind instantly distracted with other things already. "you got hurt too papa!" she gasps, dropping the bunny by her side to point at his knuckles.

nanami glances at his fingers covered in red marks.

"wait!" she exclaims as she places the book by his side. "I have something!"

she spins on her heel and rushes towards one of her drawers. meanwhile, nanami just takes her in with his love soaked eyes, watching as she rummages through her stuff with determination until she scurries back his way.

"got it!" she squeaks with a smile, and to his surprise she jumps right into his arms with such nonchalance it nearly make him crumble on the spot.

your voice echoes in the back of his mind: "we will always love you, kento. unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

"mama bought it for me," she explains, regaining her father's attention once more.

nanami rests his cheek on her shoulder, and inhales her powdery scent as he keeps one arm warmly secured around her waist. he watches her peel off the plaster of the band aid, lbefore grabbing his hand and placing it unevenly over his knuckles.

"now a kiss!" she adds, as she brings his hand to her mouth and exaggerates a loud "mwah" sound for emphasis. "mama says the kiss is what makes it all better"

nanami instantly feels significantly better from this remedy of love. he extends his digits out, and looks at the hot pink "hello kitty" band aid that now rests comfortably on his knuckles.

"thank you, my darling," he coos and peppers her cheek with a few kisses before turning her to face him once again. "you made me feel a lot better"

she flashes him an equally large smile in return, showing off her missing teeth.

"I did?"

nanami chuckles as he scoops her up in his arms to give her a well deserved bear hug. she laughs as he stands on his two feet, and sheds away any lingering thoughts of apprehension that may have stuck.

"you always do," he reassures, his soul vibrating back to life when he feels her return his embrace. “you think you can forgive me for how I spoke earlier?”

“yeah,” she confirms and squeezes him just a little tighter. "I love you lots, papa"

"oh, my angel," he hums, "you have no idea just how much I love you too..."

･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

after winding down from your evening pampering session, you decide to pass by your daughter's room to check on your little family. you peer through the cracked door to find nanami spread out on your daughter’s bed, with your daughter curled into side and her head resting on his chest.

“did I come from a peach too like momotarō?” you hear her ask, but your heart flutters at the sight of your husband’s pearly whites.

you’ll never get over how much you love seeing him smile with such genuine emotion.

“no,” you hear nanami reply calmly, his finger lightly holding the page open. “you remember your mother explaining how you used to live in her stomach first?”

“oh yeah,” your daughter replies with a hint of disappointment over the fact that she was not birthed from a piece of fruit as mentioned in one of her favorite folk tales.

“shall I carry on?”

“uh-huh,” she answers and she readjusts her position to get even more comfortable. "I think if we look hard enough we might find momotarō..."

"you think so?" your husband wonders with honest curiosity.

"I know so, papa!"

"how many peaches do you think we need to check?"

"hmmm," she mumbles, "maybe a million?"

"a million?" your husband dramatically replies, "that's a lot of peaches don't you think,"

"I mean, it's less than a billion..." she responds quite matter of factly.

you catch his gaze from between the door that’s ajar. his expression fully relaxes, and you smile knowingly in his direction at the sight of father and daughter making up.

“papa?” his daughter questions upon his sudden silence, but your husband keeps his focus on you as he hums in acknowledgement before replying, "you're not wrong, but it'll still be quite a challenge to cut through a million peaches..."

"we might need some help," your daughter adds on.

you blow him a secret kiss as to not interrupt further, and quietly close the door before heading back to your bedroom.

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“Hey Katsuki”, you scream from the your bedroom.

“What” he yells back at you from somewhere else in the house.

“Where ya at?”

“In the game room.”

So you get up and head that way. When you enter he’s sat in his gaming chair with his headset on.

“Hey bub…. Hey guys” you say loud enough to be heard through his headset.

“Yea yea. They all said hey.” You knew Kirishima and Kaminari were on the other end. Maybe even Mina too cuz she wasn’t texting you back.

“Kit-Kat, I’m getting hungry. Do you know what sounds really good for dinner?”

“What?” he questions without taking his eyes off the screen.

You walk behind him and slide your arms around his neck and nuzzle into the back of his head. You’re trying to butter him up because you know he’s not gonna wanna make what you’re craving.

“You remember those dumplings you made from scratch a while ago?” You ask with your voice dripping in as much sweetness you can muster.

“No.”

“No you don’t remember or no you’re-“

And he interrupt you before you can even finish. “No im not cooking that. There are frozen dumplings in the fridge.”

“But Sukiiiiii, those aren’t as good as the ones you make. The flavors aren’t the same and yours are so crispy and doughy. Pleaaasseee.”

“Hey you assholes shut the hell up. No ones talking to you.” He responds to his friends in the headset. “You want her to have ‘em, bring your ass over and make ‘em”

“I’m not doing this. You idiots hold on.” And he pauses the game and turns around to face you and removes his head set.

“Look we can order takeout if you want, but I’m not about to make freakin dumplings from scratch cuz you have a craving. I’d have to go to the store and get ingredients and taking the time to make the wrappings. ‘S too much.” He tries to explain to you in a rational way .

“I knooowww…. I’d go to the store with you though and I’ll help you make them…. Pretty please” you whine and stick you lowere lip out just a little with your eyes as pleading as you can make them.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and throws his head back.

“You don’t get whatever you want just because you pout at me. Spoiled ass. Not today. Maybe sometime later this week.”

You didn’t actually think he’d tell you no. He usually never does. Maybe you are spoiled. Still makes you sad though.

So you put on your big girl pants, tuck your lip back in and give him a soft “ok” before you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips so he knows you’re not upset with him.

He is allowed to say no.

“Is Mina on the game with you guys?” You ask him when you pull back.

“Yeah she is.”

“When you get back on can you tell her to stop being a bitch and answer my phone call. I have tea to spill.”

“I’ll tell her.”

And with that you head toward the door and leave.

Once you’re back in your room it takes Mina about 3 minutes to call you and you start catching her up on everything.

You guys stay on the phone for about 30 minutes before she has to go.

After that, you bury yourself in the blankets and start reading the manga you had lying on your nightstand.

Before you can really get into it, Katsuki is walking into your room and going into the closet.

“Get your ass outta bed and get dressed before I change my goddamn mind.”

“What?” You ask because now you’re confused.

“You said you were gonna go to the store with me to buy all this shit so get your ass up and let’s go.”

“Kats you don’t have to, it’s fine.”

“Look ya spoiled brat, if I gotta tell you to get up one more time we are gonna be in here fightin.”

And the smile that breaks out on your face. You hurry and get outta bed and rush him. “Awwwww my sweet boy”

“I swear to god, I’m this close to letting your ass starve.”

And you wrap your arms around him and start kissing everywhere on his face. When you pulled away he has a deep frown on his face but you can see the sparkle in his eyes that he gets when you’re super happy.

You pull away and scurry off to get dressed.

He really needs to start saying no to you and meaning it before you really lose the understanding of the word.

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(nsfw) bestfriend!bakugou catches you sneaking over

🔞 minors please do not interact!!! nsfw under the cut

bestfriend!bakugou x fem!reader, college au (bkg & reader are both of legal age), masturbation, heavy petting, loss of virginity, degradation, teasing, praise kink, fingering, clitoral stimulation, rough sex

summary: you get caught masturbating in his bed

part 3/3 of the bestfriend!bakugou likes to sneak over series (completed)

back to part 1 (sfw) 💥 part 2 (sfw)

about a month after katsuki’s parents found out about you, his darling best friend since childhood and now his girlfriend, sneaking over late at night, they gave you a spare key to the house. you had initially refused their offer, red-faced and stammering profusely, “nononono, i couldn’t! this is too much—” but mitsuki kept insisting, and katsuki couldn’t stand anymore of her damn whining and told you to just take the damn key. you relented.

the next day, katsuki decided to hit the gym after school and told you to go home first.

“huh? but your mom’s cooking dinner tonight, isn’t she?” you frowned. it was a friday. you always ate dinner at katsuki’s on fridays.

katsuki raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “no shit?”

“then why would i go home? i’ll just wait for you to finish up at the gym and go back with—”

“i meant my home, dumbass.”

“i can’t sneak over when you’re not home!”

“who the fuck said anythin’ ‘bout sneakin’? you have a fuckin’ key, for fuck’s sake!”

for some reason, using the key to unlock the door later that day felt more egregious than all the other times you had snuck over to katsuki’s place. you thanked the stars that katsuki’s parents were working. that definitely made things slightly less nerve-wracking for you.

still, you couldn’t help but take your phone out to text katsuki.

you: suki

you: i’m home

katsuki’s reply came after a few moments (he always left notifications for your chat turned on, even at the gym).

katsuki💣: Ok

you: i’m gonna go shower

you: then i’ll revise for next wk’s history test

katsuki💣: Cool status report I guess.

you pouted at his dry response.

you: ure so mean

you: it’s weird doing things at ur place when ure not home

you: feels wrong

katsuki💣: The point of having a damn key is for you to come over

katsuki💣: Even when I’m not around

katsuki💣: I’ll see you later idiot

katsuki💣: Stop spamming me

you sighed. katsuki was right.

you: okayyyyy see you later

you: i love you

katsuki💣: You know I love you too

you smiled, reacting to his message with a ‘❤️’. katsuki was right about that too.

you showered and slipped into one of katsuki’s hoodies. on katsuki, the hoodie fitted his shoulders and broad frame just right, but on you, it was oversized.

you sat on katsuki’s bed and whipped out your notes and laptop to start studying. about two hours later, you found yourself increasingly bored. it was weird, not having katsuki around. even if katsuki was more or less silent when you two studied together, he’d always be there to check in on you occasionally, grabbing your hand to press gentle kisses on each of your knuckles, or grabbing an elastic band (he kept a few on his nightstand for you) to bun up your hair.

you contemplated texting katsuki, but it was already almost 5pm; he should be back anytime now.

maybe you should take a break from studying. you sighed, getting up from the bed to place your study materials onto katsuki’s desk. you plopped back down in bed, pulling the covers over yourself.

like this, you were completely engulfed in katsuki’s scent — sweet, musky caramel. you had always been addicted to katsuki’s smell. you wish he was here to hold you, in his big, strong arms. god, he’s so big. and fuck, he must’ve looked so good at the gym, in that black compression tee that you bought for his birthday last year. you can’t believe he’s your boyfriend. yours, yours, yours—

you eyes squeeze shut, and you can’t help the way your hips start grinding into the pillow between your legs. it’s so hot down there, and you just wish katsuki was here to hold you, touch you, make you feel good—

you gasped, and your hand moves downwards, beneath the waistband of your and into your panties. your pussy is soaking, dripping, throbbing, and you can’t help the tiny moan that escapes your parted lips. it had only been a month since you and katsuki had started dating, but you’ve been growing increasingly pent-up and frustrated; every time one of your makeout sessions got too steamy, katsuki would always pull away, kissing you sweetly on the forehead. you knew katsuki well enough to know that it wasn’t because he didn’t want you (fuck, you’ve seen, felt his erection press against your thigh so many times), but because he, the perfectionist that he is, wanted your first time together to be perfect.

you found it endearing, really, you had always known that katsuki has always been sentimental about things, especially when it came to you, but fuck, you wanted him, needed him.

“fuck, katsuki,” you moaned. you were getting impatient. you brought your fingers to your clit, rubbing quick, hard circles. you wanted to cum, fuck, your pussy— “feels too good. hnng— fuuuck, m’close, m’gonna cu—”

“feelin’ good without me?” you imagine katsuki on top of you, smirking down deviously at you, eyes bright with mischief. you whine, and your hand stops.

“fuck, m’sorry,” you whimpered, grabbing katsuki’s hoodie to pull it up to your face. you writhe, feeling your pussy throb in want as you inhale the scent deeply. “wanna feel good with you, wanna make you feel good, ‘suki, please, please, i’ll do anyth—”

the covers are ripped away from you, your body suddenly exposed to cold air. you gasp, eyes flying open to see— oh, fuck.

katsuki stands at the edge of the bed, and god, he really is in that damn compression tee, and you moan at the sight. your fingers continue moving against your clit for a moment, but you watch as katsuki’s eyes flickered down to the movement, to your bare, exposed, leaking pussy, and you cross your legs shyly.

“y/n,” katsuki grits out, dragging his eyes slowly up to meet your gaze. you wonder if you’re imagining the lust swimming in his eyes, or if it’s just your own lust that’s clouding your judgement. you bite your lip, embarrassment washing over you, but you can’t tear your gaze away from katsuki.

“y/n,” katsuki repeats. he doesn’t move. “tell me to fuck off, and i will.”

you look at him, standing at the foot of the bed, jaw clenched and fists balled into tight fists at his sides. his face is flushed, and you almost feel sorry for putting him in this situation.

“don’t go,” you whimpered. “need you, ‘suki.”

and suddenly, katsuki is on top of you, arms and legs caging your body while his hands cup your cheeks. he kisses you, and your lips fall open with an embarrassingly loud moan, and katsuki’s tongue forces its way into your mouth. you didn’t think you could want him more, but in that moment, feeling the wetness of his slick tongue against yours, you think you do. you rub your thighs together, already sticky from your juices.

katsuki pulls away, and you whine. he ignores the way you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back down for another kiss.

“ya sure ‘bout this?” katsuki says, voice gruff but stern. a hand goes to the top of your head and he ruffles your hair slightly, before ducking his head down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. “need ya to be sure.” he kisses your neck.

“katsuki,” you moan as katsuki begins suckling at the spot, biting and licking and sucking. “fuck me, please?”

katsuki groans, his hips falling as he finally grinds down against you. your hips move upwards reflexively to press your core against his. fuck, he’s so hard.

“you,” he growls accusingly. “said ya didn’t wanna come over, cuz it felt wrong?” his hands find their way to your hoodie (correction: his hoodie) and he tugs at it. you tug at his shirt in response, and he shifts backwards to undress himself. you do the same.

you stare at katsuki, clad in just his boxers. big, is all you can think as you stare at the obvious outline of his dick.

when he lies on top of you again, your naked bodies are pressed flushed against each other. this time, however, his hands are cupping your breasts, and he presses featherlight kisses on the top of your chest, making you whine.

“why did it feel wrong, huh?” katsuki presses, eyes darting upwards to meet yours. his touch finds your nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers harshly. a smug smirk tugs at the corner of his lips at the drawn-out moan that the touch illicits from you. his hands continue moving down and down, tickling over your skin, until one hand ghosts over your leaking pussy. his other hand holds your waist.

he takes two fingers and drags them along the wet slit of your cunt, smearing your slick all over his fingertips.

“katsuki, fuck!” you cry out, voice a garbled mess as your hips stutter.

shamelessly, katsuki continues to tease you. he finally tears his gaze from yours as he brings his face down to your pussy. he looks at his fingers, coated and glistening in your thick juices.

katsuki brings his fingers between his lips, and sucks on them obscenely, sticking his tongue out to lick around them, between them—

you moan like a bitch in heat.

“is this why, hm?” katsuki pulls his fingers out his mouth with a ‘pop’. without warning, he shoves his fingers into your dripping cunt. your hand flies to your mouth, and you try to stifle your screams as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out.

“felt wrong cuz you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, right?” katsuki demanded, eyes flicking hungrily between the fucked-out look on your face and your pussy. “you knew you’d start touching yourself like this, like a needy slut, the moment i’m not around to keep an eye on you.” he rubs a thumb against your clit, and you cum around his fingers.

your eyes squeeze shut, moaning and moaning as you tremble under his touch. katsuki continues rubbing your clit, relishing in your noises and the shivers that wrack through your body, until your hips are squirming away from overstimulation.

“dirty girl,” katsuki scolds, though his face is more smug than angry. “what am i gonna do with you, hm?”

“f— fuck,” you stutter through gritted teeth, still coming down from the highs of your orgasm. “fuck me, kats.”

“can’t hear you,” katsuki smirks. he pulls his fingers out of your dripping cunt, and pries your lips open with them until they’re shoved deep in your mouth. your eyes sting with tears and you start to choke as his fingers hit the back of your throat. “speak up, sweets.”

“f— fua—“ you tried to speak around his fingers, but your words came out a garbled mess.

“hah?” katsuki snickers. you’re too horny to be mad. “come again?” this time, katsuki relents, and pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

“fuck me, please,” you manage to choke out between your coughs. katsuki takes pity on you, you think, as he presses an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips.

“slut.”

katsuki flips you over onto your belly, and you instinctively prop yourself on your hands and knees as he positions himself behind you. curiously, you twist your head to look at him and holy shit—

katsuki’s boxers are off, and his cock is so big. it’s thick and veiny, and you make a mental note to suck him off later, but for now, you let out an impatient whine as you back your hips to grind your ass against his cock.

katsuki clicks his tongue disapprovingly. he places his hands on your ass, kneading the soft, fleshy fat, as he lines his cock to your entrance.

you let out a moan when you feel the head of his dick press against your entrance. then, he presses in and—

“fuuuuuck—”

“fuckin’ hell,” katsuki groans, hands moving to hold your waist as he bottoms out inside of your pussy. his dick is so deep inside you. your pussy throbs and clenches around him. “such good pussy. so perfect,” he starts thrusting, and you start seeing stars.

“yer so good for me,” katsuki rasps, and you moan happily at the praise.

“yes, yes, yes, all for you, ‘suki, all yours, love you, love your dick so much,” you babble. your hands fumble around the bed until you find what you’re looking for - katsuki’s hoodie - and you pull it towards you before sinking your face into it. the smell drives you crazy.

“greedy girl,” katsuki says with a slap to your ass. his hips thrust into you faster, harder. “already fuckin’ you senseless, and you still want that thing? fuckin’ insatiable.” you try to apologise, for being such a slut, but as katsuki’s pace becomes punishing, you can only let out broken screams.

“shit, m’not gonna last like this, sweets,” katsuki pants shakily, hands gripping your waist even tighter. his thrusts become shallow and sloppy. “pussy’s too fuckin’ good.”

“s’okay, ‘sukiii,” you moan drunkenly, eyes rolling back. you’re already so fucked out, letting katsuki do all the work. “cum for me, wanna feel you cum inside me.”

one last thrust, and your words are pushing katsuki over the edge, and he barely makes it in time to pull out. as his cock spills warm, sticky cum all over your ass and back, katsuki lets out a stream of curses, groaning quietly. he swears you’re going to be the death of him.

he presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder blade.

“ya’d better not lose that fuckin’ key.”

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