#could make a third one yknow

[krillking]

mr president a second pregnancy has hit skyblr

[curiosity-killed]

An eternal struggle in TCP is that I have two (2) flashback chapters that are my actual genuine darlings and that I do think provide some useful character development and backstory but I have no goddamn clue where to put them

[hecateisalesbian]

I think doing an smp would be fun

(@genmoon @kyndyr-gardyn)

[destinywillowleaf]

if i had a nickel for every time i came up with a pokemon ship by accident that i genuinely thought would have already existed at least by name on the shipping extension/branch of bulbagarden, only to be surprised and faced with the truth of possibly being the first to ever consider them together, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's WEIRD that it happened twice

[cachexiacomplication]

"if anything it was the opposite" "Eric wanted to be like Dylan more than Dylan wanted to be like Eric" followed by "it was a crime done by two guys, not a fucking supervillain and his little sidekick". Okay.

Reminder for Columbine Day

If you still believe the "Eric was a psychopath, Dylan was a depressed follow" rhetoric then you are retarded and should be sent to a reeducation camp. If anything it is the opposite. Dylan wanted to do NBK with a fucking chick before Eric was even in the picture. Eric wanted to be like Dylan more than Dylan wanted to be like Eric. Eric didn't have as many friends or a family to fall back on like Dylan did. Dylan, by bystander reports, enjoyed the shooting more than Eric did. Dylan was the one taunting more and was more visibly excited by it. Sure Eric killed more but Dylan had a shitty gun. It was a crime done by two guys, not a fucking supervillain and his little sidekick. Just a reminder.

[teaboot]

I feel like if you're using a lot of disposable plastic bags in your day to day life, you've gotta do something sustainable to make up for it. Like using bamboo toilet paper or eco friendly cat litter or something, yknow

Honestly I exaggerate for comedic effect, while I DO routinely use ziplock bags to hold spaghetti I cook maybe once a month and the bag itself is usually for freezer storage. I actually throw out maybe one bag a week? I DO hate washing plates and tupperware and junk but that usually just means I eat sandwiches without a plate.

I agree though that needless waste should be avoided, and I do avoid it- biodegradable bags and recyclables, empty butter tubs used to store leftovers, etc.

This said, though, not applicable necessarily for myself but for a lot of others- I feel that it's importat to remember that there are many people who legitimately NEED things like plastic straws, or catheters, or pre-packaged foods

And the idea that that's a moral failing that individuals need to personally make up for when a single billionaire blows out more CO2 in a long weekend than I will in my whole life on a superjet meet-cute in the Bolivian rainforest between humvee drag races funded by the river-polluting textiles plants they planted in a third world country to avoid EPA laws and give an entire village stillbirths and stomach cancer is an idea that those very same bigwigs have spent a LOT of time and money investing in planting in the public psyche.

Like- Glass bottles are infinitely recyclable, so why are so many drinks in plastic now? Loads of drinks manufacturers used to buy them back and clean them for re-use, so why did they stop? If they chose to make something out of a limited and environmentally irresponsible material, why is it my failing to track down a correct process of disposal for them? What if there are none in my area? Do I lobby for more recycling plants in my area? Do I set aside some of my limited time outside the pain factory of my job- which I have more than one of, thanks to rising costs of things just like that drink I just emptied- to properly dispose of this company's waste FOR them?

Say coca-cola just rolled up to your town and started dumping millions of empty plastic bottles in the street, going, "wow, you should really think about building and staffing a recycling depot, it would be really shameful of you to just put these in the trash." When companies purposefully use materials with limited lifespans- because yes, even plastic can only be reused so many times- and tell you it's your own fault if it harms the environment- that's essentially what they're doing, just with more steps.

Yes, its important to be as environmentally concious as we can in our day to day life, but responsible sustainability is not catholicism. We don't get good boy points from our lord and savior Captain Planet every time the average low-income household gathers together to hold hands and repent for a single-use plastic that allows them to access something they need.

Entire families could eat trees and shit dead lithium batteries for years and still not do as much damage to the planet as an average dye plant or braindead celebrity does in a week just for fun, and I'm mad about it

...this went on longer than intended.

TL/DR: DO recycle and minimize waste, but don't beat yourself up over the little waste you can't avoid, and follow the money.

EDIT: Part 2

[mmisosoupp]

Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you

(Karasuno ver.)

Hinata

•Most definitely confides in you.

•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.

•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.

•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.

Kageyama

•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.

•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.

•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles

Yamaguchi

•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.

•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.

•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.

•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.

Tsukishima

•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.

•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)

It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.

•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.

Tanaka

•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.

•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.

•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.

Nishinoya

•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"

•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.

Sugawara

•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"

•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)

•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name

Daichi

•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.

•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.

•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.

Asahi

•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)

•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?

•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.

•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.

[txttletale]

i have not even watched the latest season so feel free to ignore me completely, but i thought the issue was less that gatwa has to “share” his introduction/departure with two beloved white characters and more to do with the fact that like. his era feels like a relatively short blip sandwiched between them. like im just shocked to hear that he died already? after two short seasons? again i cant speak confidently on the subject until i eventually get around to watching it but it makes it seem like rtd was too excited to return to his old favorites to properly flesh out 15s run, which i think should be given extra attention/care given that its a big moment in the shows history as the first* black doctor who, thus continuing his long-running habit of undermining black characters in favor of white ones

i mean that just isn't how or why things happened, really. no doctor has been like, fired since colin baker. a lot of what actually happened behind the scenes is of course under wraps but there's a lot of leaks indicating that both gatwa and davies wanted gatwa to do at least three seasons (which has been the standard for nuwho doctors since tennant's original run), but disney got cold feet on renewing after season 14 didn't hit whatever metrics they had (and because internal management shifted between the deal being made and the seasons airing, and the new management is much less keen to spend money on programming in general) -- as of now, even, we don't now if there'll be a third season with disney+ or not -- and gatwa, who is something of a rising star, very understandably didn't want to put his career on pause so that he could be on call when and if an uncertain season sixteen happens.

so, yeah, gatwa absolutely got very few episodes compared to any nuwho doctor except eccleston, which is a tragedy but seems to be largely a result of 1. this unfortunate production limbo on season 16 and 2. the awful decision (whether it was for budget, or to match other shows on streaming) to cut seasons down to eight episodes. like, it's not as though davies tossed gatwa aside and said "right, fuck off now, i want to do ROSE TYLER now" -- by almost all accounts it seems like the plan was to do a third season with gatwa at least and the february round of reshoots served mostly to turn the reality war into a regeneration story at the last minute. similarly i don't think that billie piper was, like, what RTD was secretly raring to do and exchited to get gatwa out of the way for -- i think it's a pathetic attempt to generate headlines at a point where the show's future is uncertain.

& again, i think there's a lot of things to criticize about gatwa's run, and davies' writing of his doctor! i also think gatwa was absolutely done dirty by the marketing or lack thereof, which absolutely has an element of racism to it, and the constant racist attacks on him and the show in the uk press. but, yknow, i think this 'vibe' you're getting is just not founded in the facts we know about how things played out

[yuanology]

m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

[clarkeysbedchem]

dazed and confused

part two

arthur hill x fem reader

summary: you are infatuated with your brother best friend, and you know he won’t overstep that boundary. or will he?

warning: kinda suggestive, just making out

masterlist | main masterlist

Arthur’s final show of his tour was electric. The walls of Brixton Academy vibrated with sound and applause as the lights sliced through the air shining over the crowd that moved like one pulsing body. You stood tucked beside the stage, barely hearing your own thoughts over the roar, but your eyes never once left him.

Arthur looked good, annoyingly good. He was in his element, microphone in hand, hair damp with sweat, and a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he moved with the music. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, and you were being anything but subtle about it.

Liv nudged your side, “You’re drooling a little.”

“What?” You questioned, just about managing to turn your attention from Arthur to see Flo looking at you with a raised brow and Sabina smirking over her drink, “I’m not-”

“You absolutely are,” Sabina teased, “You’ve not taken your eyes off the stage since he started preforming.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the burn creeping up your neck, “Shut up.”

But you didn’t deny it. What’s the use? You were fairly certain everyone knew how infatuated you were with Arthur.

You had been since the first time you visited George when he moved in with Arthur two years ago. You knew you could never act on these feeling nestled beneath your ribcage, because how could you? He’s George’s best friend, and you will always just be George’s little sister.

After the show, the group spilled into a private bar nearby. Laughter echoed as drinks clinked, celebrating Arthur’s UK tour ending. George, oblivious, was off downing in slurred conversation with Chris, ArthurTV and Bach, while you leaned into your third, or maybe it was your fourth, vodka soda.

You were tipsy, warm, and bored when Arthur found you at the bar alone.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, shoulders brushing close as he reached past you to grab a straw.

You turned to him, your body melting instantly, “Of course I did.”

He smiled, the kind that made your heart flutter and threaten to burst right out of your body, “I saw you, right up front.”

“You looked good.”

Arthur blinked, slightly taken aback by your words, “Yeah?”

You nodded, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, voice a little quieter now, “You always look good, Arthur.” Your heart pounded in your chest, but you kept going, emboldened by the alcohol flooding your system, “I’ve always had a little crush on you, yknow?”

His eyes searched yours. You thought you saw something flicker through them, surprise, interest, maybe even desire.

Before he had the opportunity to reply, you gave a nervous laugh stepping back from the bar, “I’m just gonna, before I embarrass myself even more.”

You slipped off to the dance floor finding Liv and Sabina in the crowd letting the music wrap around you as you threw yourself into movement. The two girls rallied around you, sensing your spiralling fluster, and spent the rest of the night shielding you with dancing and drink.

But you could feel it.

Arthur’s gaze settled on you from across the room, never faltering. Every time you turned to look, he was there watching with a drink in his hand and unreadable expression etched across his face.

The next time you saw him; it was movie night at the boys’ flat. Movie nights had been a recurring thing since you made your move to London and it was something that you looked forward toevery time, but this time you couldn’t deny the an uneasy feeling settling in your chest.

You opened the door to the flat, calling out for the boys, being greeted by an overly enthusuastic George and a fed-up Chris as you made your way to the living room.

Arthur was sprawled on the sofa already, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and shirt bunched slightly, arms resting on the back of the sofa like he owned the room. Chris sat beside him in a hoodie and pyjama pants, flipping through Netflix.

“Y/n,” Arthur said casually, like nothing had happened.

You refused to meet his eyes as you greeted him, “Arthur.”

As the movie played, you sank tucked between George and the arm of the sofa, trying to pretend your body wasn’t buzzing with tension. Arthur, however, kept glancing your way when Chris and George weren’t looking, letting his hand brush yours when he passed snacks, letting his fingers linger on your wrist when handed you a blanket.

There was something cocky in his presence now, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

And you hated how much you were falling for it.

By midnight, each of you started to drift off. A tired silence filling the living room which led to George and Chris disappearing into their bedrooms, their doors clicking softly behind them.

Then a thick tension settled, and you were left alone. Just you and Arthur.

The flicker of the quiet movie and dim lamp danced across the room, casting warm shadows over Arthur’s half-tired, lazy frame. You sat rooted to the couch, every part of your body alert, overly aware of Arthur’s fingertips brushing your shoulder lightly as his arm stretched over the sofa.

His eyes flickered toward you every few seconds. An unspoken pull between you growing more overwhelming as the seconds ticked by.

You pushed yourself up, clearing your throat, “I’m gonna grab a water.”

“Wait,” Arthur’s voice came out more urgent than he wanted, “I’ll come with.”

You swallowed giving him a nod.

The kitchen light was soft, a shadow of the lamp from the living room leaving it dim enough to feel secretive. You leaned against the counter, a glass in hand, sipping slowly ignoring Arthur’s presence beside you.

“You sober this time?” he asked, his voice teasing but with something heavier laced in it.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he murmured, “I can finally do this.”

You barely had time to process his words before his hands were on your waist, spinning you around and lifting you onto the counter. Your glass clattering somewhere behind you, abandoned.

“Arthur,”

But he was already kissing you. Mouth hot and urgent against yours, hands gripping your hips like he couldn’t bear not to touch you. You gasped into him, fingers tangling in the drawstrings of his hoodie for balance. He didn’t back off. If anything, it only encouraged him.

“Thought about this every fucking day since the first time I saw you,” he murmured against your lips, “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this, about you.”

Your legs opened instinctively as he stepped between them, the counter cold beneath your skin, as he pressed his body into you, the heat engulfing you. You moaned softly into his mouth, and he let out a soft chuckle bringing a hand to cup your jaw softly.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” he warned, his hand curling around the back of your neck, “Can’t have the boys walking in on this, can we?”

You bit your lip, breath shaky as you nodded, staring up at him through hooded eyes.

Arthur smirked, “Good girl.”

His hands roamed over your body, mapping it slowly and deliberately. One flush over your thigh, squeezing just above your knee as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter. The other tracing your waist under your hoodie, fingertips teasing skin just above the waistband of your pyjama shorts making you shiver.

“You’re so responsive,” he muttered, pressing hot kisses down your neck, a soft mewl passing your lips, “You like when I talk to you like this?”

You nodded instantly, “Yeah…”

He chuckled against your skin, teeth nipping at your collarbone, “Course you do.”

You melted into him, head falling back against the cupboard, letting him take his time with you. Every touch was a tease, every pause a quiet torment. His hand slid up to your jaw, tilting your face to his. You felt dizzy under his stare, lips swollen, breath shaking.

“You gonna keep pretending this is nothing?” he asked, voice low, “Or are you gonna run away again?”

You whimpered, pressing your thighs tighter around his hips, “m’not pretending.”

“Then say it.” His thumb brushed your lower lip, “Say you want me.”

You hesitated, eyes dropping down to your lap.

He gently squeezed your jaw, coaxing, “c’mon, baby.”

“I want you,” you breathed, meeting his burning gaze, “I want you so bad.”

A low fuck escaped his lips, and then he kissed you again - deeper, hungrier, claiming. You clung to him, fingers curling into his hoodie as he ground against you once, making you gasp.

But then he stopped, pulling away as he breathed heavy, running his hand down his jaw drinking in your desperate state.

You blinked up at him with a pout on your lips, “What?”

He smirked again, cocking his head, “I’m not fucking you on your brother’s kitchen counter, y/n. Not the first time.”

Your cheeks puffed out in frustration as your body burned in need, “Then why start at all?”

His hands gripped your thighs again, holding you still, “Because I needed to know you wanted me. And now I do.”

He leaned in one last time, kissing you softer now, lips lingering against yours, hands moving to gently hold the sides of your head.

“When it happens,” he whispered, “it’s gonna be me and you properly. Not just some secret rush in the dark.”

And with that, he stepped back, leaving you breathless on the counter. Dazed and confused, wanting more, “Goodnight, y/n.”

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things that make scc look more like siblings that i noticed on my replay of deltarune (which is today i noticed them 30 minutes ago)

Their bullet patterns in their fight. mostly nothing gives me the vibes of 3 brothers goofing off, but the little doodles on to top of the battle box make me think of me and my brother drawing little dumb stuff when we were younger and had extra paper. i can basically invision them drawing it and going "yeah this is gonna look awesome to anyone we get in a fight with!"

after the fight, when flying away, Sweets and Cap'n are used as platforms for KK to stand on, but in the very next room where you slide down, Cap'n is now on KK's head, and Sweets is free from being stepped on. like, within the 5 seconds of them leaving and showing up again, they changed up their standing positions because cap'n started fussing about it

The way KK sabotages his brother's attempts at thwarting the fun gang read as intentionally being a jerk to your younger (or older) siblings, because you think it's funny. There is no way in the teacup room that he didn't hear Cap'n say "heh, you'll never guess the correct ride!" and thought "oh i GOTTA fuck with him"

and this one is just me vamping but when you leave their shop they all go "See ya!" "Smell ya!" "Hear ya!" and the way they do it in quick succession reads to me as an inside joke they have with eachother hochi mama that's alotta text! sory

YAY YAY YAY BIG AGREE BIG AGREE WITH ALL them doodling their attacks is so cutes:] I’m literally drawing stuff with their attacks rn

ALSO some of my own observations i would like to add i think

-their battle check dialogue saying sweet and capn look up to kk and kk looks up to the other two. theyre everything to me. w me thinking kk is the oldest sibling and sweet and cap’n are years younger than him and closer in age together it reads to me like. yknow. they think he’s so cool and they idolize him, and kk is proud of them :] “aren’t my little brothers so cool”.

i have headcanons that make this a little sad, them having parents who wanted them to conform and “be normal” and fit in, and kk being the oldest dealt with it for longer And like, had to play third parent to sweet and cap’n to keep them from getting in trouble. bc he could Actually connect with them unlike their parents. and like. yeah. it kinda changed the way he acts. got so used to masking that the mask is kinda stuck. the mask doesn’t come off the same anymore. this is not me projecting my neurodivergence and my fucking eldest “daughter” syndrome don’t worry about it. anyway he moved out and to cyber world as soon as he was able to, so him seeing his siblings’ spirits haven’t been broken and they’re just as loud and lively as they used to be, and how He used to be, it makes him happy :’] he looks up to them

- kk’s teasing, or purposeful misunderstanding of what the other two say, or just staying Out of their arguments until directly asked and redirecting them, “we’re rebels that play” “we don’t play!!” “(…) kk are we players?!” “I’m a CD player”. or when talking about how queen never gave capn candy and sweet saying “bc you kept calling her a hot mama” and cap’n seems to imply he meant it literally “she looks like a mom and tends to overheat”, when they ask for kk’s input he just goes “huh? i like candy”. and also VERY MUCH the “this right ride is the right ride” bit you brought up. absolutely fucking with him. it is a Shame capn doesn’t have new dialogue if you talk to him again after kk says that BDJDJSNDJJ

- also on kk sabotaging his siblings, capn especially, there’s also the 400 bagels bit. i know damn well you heard capn and knew what he meant he wasn’t even whispering there were No parentheses on that dialogue. and he doesn’t even actually give you the bagels if you ask for them !! In My Heart it is him saying the “you were crushed under the weight of 400 bagels and defeated instantly… just kidding. you just can’t carry that many.”

- the way sweet is just Wholly onboard with whatever kk says. “I wanna be a car” “good thinking kk! gotta have a way to get around” you literally already have the flying turntable. it just reads to me as them thinking their older brother is the coolest smartest guy ever. they also just seem much more inclined to listen to kk, like when capn says “sweet chill, there’ll be other bad guys” which seems to just further upsets sweet and makes them to call on the fight, and then after the fight kk suggest they be friends- which i think is the only time sweet has disagreed with him- but then after getting pissed off at capn again kk tells them “sweet. don’t worry. i think our dancing beat them” and they pretty much just Go with it from there

- inversely, while I don’t think either of them can really tell when kk is joking, where sweet goes along with it capn questions it, like the “can I buy a bagel too?” “you’re the one selling them?”

- “kk’s always got it right!” “what’s why he’s second-in-command!” “…who’s first?” “huh? I’m not the leader?” “can i be third?” i think it is infinitely funnier if sweet Thought kk was leader and was just fucking Fuming at cap’s implication that he’s second. I think capn thinks of himself as the leader, capn typically being a contraction of captain, and just the way he talks sometimes, he’s the one who tells them they should go back to the junk shop, and calls in the turntable to leave. aslo i remember seeing someon say Years ago, that from capns perspective he’d be at the top of the line up, like kris is in their/our perspective. I do think sweet comes off as the leader though, but I don’t think they intend to, they just seem the most proactive about their mission, where i think kk is actively and quietly trying to hold it back (i think he knows the music ban isn’t real but well his siblings are having fun) note that he doesn’t have anything to say about queen, nothing on how he feels about her, except that he doesn’t want to break into Her House ! “we’re just rebels, we don’t want to get in trouble”

-a lot of this ended up being about kk that was Not intentional. so for one that definitely isn’t about him. the way sweet gets on cap’n’s case about flirting like every single time. sick of hearing about/Being Witness his brother’s annoying ass love life. and he’s gotta be stupid about it too? radio antenna.

- sweet and cap’n are literally simultaneously The Two Ways Siblings Are Depicted In Media Like All The Time. 1 gets along so well to where they complete each others sentences but also 2 are fighting all the fucking time over the stupidest shit NDNSJSNKSNJ. i love how they seem to actually be closer together than either of them are wirh kk, but kk is both of their favorite person. bc like. kk doesn’t finish their sentences, and they don’t bicker with him.

sweet and cap’n will often end their lines with a comma(,) or an ellipses(…) Literally Incomplete Sentences, that the other will then Complete. often what kk says is a non-sequitur to what the other two said. and i just think sweet and cap’n being able to bicker the way they do and still get along afterward like it was nothing is indicative of them being more comfortable with each other. they feel comfortable calling each other out and fighting about it, where they don’t argue with kk. granted this could be him just being more passive than the other two so fights just never arise with him, but with how sweet seemingly will just pick fights with capn, when they pretty firmly show And Say they think kk’s always right- and cap’n will question things kk says, but doesn’t double down like he does when arguing with sweet . but so them bickering Combined with how they also complete each other’s sentences, and how they independently look up to kk, but kk seemingly not having this same dynamic with either of them, that’s just how it reads to me !

- also this one has nothing to do with anything but it’s still one of my most favorite bits of info on them and i need to share it any chance i get. it says “battle won!” instead of “you won!”, and they don’t give you money after their fight. i might be wrong but i think they’ve been like the only fight that doesn’t give you money (besides i think susie’s fight with lancer). but it’s bc they think They won. susie says “wrap it up losers, battle’s over” and Then they come to the conclusion they lost, “over?” “in other-type words,” “we lost?” but then after kk suggest they be friends and sweet gets upset he says “i think our dancing beat them.” lying to them to get them to drop it HXBSNSJSSM

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Consummation

Dom!Shikaku Nara x Wife Reader!

Warnings:DOM SHIKAKU!,Shikaku has issues,ADHD (A Deadly Hard Doing),unprotected sex,rough hard sex,creampie,,VIRGINTY TAKING,BREEDING,arranged marriage,Reader is kinda strange,DUB-CON,age difference,pussy eating,dick eating,drunken sex,NON CON ELEMENTS ,biting mentioned,pubes.

You examined the newly sliver wedding ring for what felt like the 100th time, the ring resembled a deer head. It looked oh so shiney and sparkly.But its beauty wasn't the only thing that made you look at it for so long.

But the matter of the fact that what it now represents.

Your arranged marriage and new life.

A new life with an older man who you had only met 8 or 9 hours ago and that was at your wedding ceremony.

You remembered vividly of how the man's first impression of you were.He had a board expression, but one of his brow was higher than the other one as he watched with lidded eyes as you walked down the aisle.He was clearly taller than you.And it was really shown when you stood opposite from him.

You got a better close-up of him.

And so did he.

You could clearly see him upfront now,and so did he as you both silently examined each other, greeting each other softly so that only the both of you could hear.

It...it kinda felt like he was eyefucking you a little bit if you were being honest with the way his eyes ranked down your frame,but than again you could've said the same for most of the people there.Which were more than what you were expecting.Making you feel pretty nervous.

But after the kiss and everything,you both went to the reception where there was a speech before you two kinda went your separate ways with you having some cake.And Shikaku getting drunk with some of his friends whilst you,got introduced and talked to by some people.Found out he had a son talked to said son found out that you were two years his senior.

And all that type of Jazz.

Before, you simply upped and left after your third slice of cake.

Leaving Shikaku to continue drinking with his friends and talk to guests.

Meanwhile,you asked for directions where you would be staying from now on and where all your belongings were.That being your now forever home where you would build a family with.

And that's where you are right now.At his house,or now you're house.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the sliding door opening behind,causing you to turn to the source of the sound.

Where you saw him.

Your husband.

He was standing in the door frame his left hand on the handle of the door. Where he simply looked at you for awhile before speaking.

"Oh....your here"

His voice was low as he looked down at you as you sat on the Tatami flooring.You looked at the man infront of you for awhile taking in his appearance.He still had on his Kuromonpuku but his haori was a bit off the shoulder on his right side.And as for he himself,his cheeks looked a little red and his eyelids looked heavy.

"I didn't know where else to go...."

You spoke in a calm soft tone of voice.Your hands were on your lap as your head was turned to face him.You were still in your wedding dress,you wore a untraditional wedding dress.It was a cream colored dress with a big puffy skirt with matching puffy sleeves.

You looked straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh I see..."

This is the first time you two actually had a conversation together so things were pretty awkward especially considering the circumstances.

"I just came to check up on you yknow since you kinda left the reception without a word or yknow anything"

"Oh well I'm sorry for making you worry,I just was starting to feel tired and yknow all that jazz"

"No no I get it"

There was nothing but pure silence after that.

A few seconds later Shikaku stepped into the room,closing the sliding door behind him.

"Yknow.....your pretty cute"

Shikaku said as he as looked at you.

Catching you slightly off guard,you looked at him with wide eyes.You've never really come off as cute but more like,but instead kinda creepy and strange and maybe even a little unsettling to most than some.

"Thanks..."

Responded to him.

He looked you again before moving towards you.

"Use your tongue more damnit"

Shikaku groaned, looking down at you in between his legs his hand was tangled in your hair as he moved you further down his meaty cock forcing you to deepthroat him.

Gagging noises escaped your throat as spit dripped down your chin as spit was smothered from the tip of his harden erection to the base of it forcing you to make a sorts of lewd sounds and noises as you choked around him.Tears threatening to spill from your eyes accompanied by your smeared and ruined makeup.

Your face was repeatedly buried in his slightly bushy pubes before being pulled back up to the circumstance of his horse like cock before the cycled continued.Your painted nails was sinking into his inner thigh trying to brace yourself.

"Come on how are you supposed to be my wife if you can't even give me a half decent blow job?"

Shikaku stated as he pulled you off of his cock so that he could look at you properly.Your makeup was absolutely ruined and black strikes of mascara came down from your eyes which were slightly red.Your dark red lipstick was all over the place as well as your lips were glazed with slight spit as it dripped from chin onto your wedding dress.

As for you yourself,you were breathing hard trying to get as much oxygen in before you were pushed back into his pubes.

"I know you're a virgin and all, but Kami, at least try to cooperate with me....,yknow from the way you bit me at the ceremony. I thought things would've been a bit more interesting"

Oh yeah, that's right.

During the wedding ceremony where you two kissed,you had bit him.

Soft sniffs left you as you looked up at him through teary eyes.Shikaku pulled you so that you'd be sitting on your knees,your hands leaving his inter thighs as it moved quickly around the hand that was pulling you by the hair.

Before he let go of your hair,and simply looked at you the smell of alcohol coming off of him strongly.Making you feel all the more nauseous.His hand traveling down to your chest where he cups one of your breasts.Making you let out a small whine in return.

He massages it back and forth for awhile in-between his large palm rather roughly.Before he pulls back his entire hand only to reach behind you and undo the button that was responsible for holding up your dress.

In a fluid motion your sleeves came off your shoulders causing you to quickly fold your arms.But before you could you were pushed rather harshly onto the floor.You tried to get back up but was faced back with the same response from the Nara.

Shikaku made his way in-between your thighs,you tried to close back your thighs but was met with a hard slap to the side of your thigh.Causing you to whine as it left behind a stinging sensation.

"Behave"

Shikaku mumbled.Before leaning down and flipping up your big puffy skirt causing you to be unable to see him.

"Oh good you have one of these"

He spoke with interest in his tone before. Leaning down further, his teeth latching onto your ruffle thigh garter. Before dragging it off your thigh as before throwing it aside,his gaze turning back to your thighs.

More specifically, the fat that gathered at the top of your white sheer thigh highs as his rough palms reaching down to rub them he took your left leg he raised it over his shoulder where he began to leave feather light kisses against the fabric and against the side of your thighs.

You let small whines here and there before Shikaku dipped back down beneath your skit,gasping as you felt his hot breath against your clothed core.You started to kick at the sensation and let out a slight scream which released into you getting another stinging slap on your thigh.

The man groans before looking up at you.

"I've already warned you....next time I'll leave my hand print in your skin"

He said more clearly now before,slipping his fingers into the waist band of your underwear and pulling them off you dropping the leg that was on his shoulder so that he could fully take the undergarment off.Before tossing them to aside,and dipping his head back to your crotch.

"Im Gonna show you how to properly give oral sex,so take this as a learning experience"

You didn't even get a chance to speak before he wrapped his arms under your thighs before bringing you closer to his mouth.

.

.

.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Moan after Moan left your mouth as you rode Shikaku's face grinding into his mouth.His face is buried in your crotch, his nose pressing against your clit as he devours you.Your wedding dress skirt concealing your husband's face.

He's making loud, messy noises as he eats you out.Spit dripped down his chin as he went down on you,your hips rocking back and forth rougher and harder.You began to fondle your heavy breasts as you began to twist and turn them in every and anyway you could.

He slips two of his fingers into your sickness as he continues sucking on your red and puffy clit.flicking his tongue back and forth.

"Mmmph"

He mutters against your private causing vibrations to send you wilder as you began to feel overwhelmed.

You rocked your hips harder as you chased your orgasm but before you could.

Shikaku removed his fingers from your slick as well as his tongue from your bud.

"Why....why did you stop?"

You asked, looking downwards even if you couldn't see his face.

"Get off me"

Was his only response.So you did so. Letting Shikaku sit up.His chin and lips were covered in spite before he wiped it off using the sleeve of his haori.

"Lay down"

You did as told.Allowing the man to hover over you. He looked down before he lazily started to pump up and down his meaty shaft,thick veins aligning his impressive size.

He stood on his knees before aligning yourself with him, and before you could even say the phrase, 'what are you doing?'

Shikaku slammed himself inside of you, forcing a scream outta your throat. He waited a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size by the mean time feeling the ticklish feeling of blood streaming down onto his cock.

Before he went on, brutally and unforgivably ramming into your cunt.The cunnilingus and fingering he had given you was to stretch you out for him.As his hips slammed into yours.The lewd sounds of sex filled the small room,your breasts slamming up and down in sync with his movements.

You were a moaning mess,as you simply couldn't take the fast thrusting movements of his hips as they slammed into your over and over again.His hands on your wide hips using it so that you meet his thrusts halfway.

You didn't take long to cum,as a burning hot white pleasure filled you causing you to scream out loud probably altering to everyone Shikamaru around what was taking place.As you creamed around his cock.

Soon after, Shikaku returned the favor,allowing his hot, heavy fertile sperm to fill your fruitful womb as he emptied his heavy balls inside of you.Allowing rope,after rope to fill your cunt.

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.

.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing.Shikaku pulled his soft cock out of your pussy.As he began to admire the work of art he had just created.

Yknow maybe this arranged marriage thing wasn't so bad after all.

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Hear me out...

Yknow in season 2 ep 1 dean is a Disembodied spirit. I was thinking about him still being able to touch you and leave feint whispers in your ear.

Do you see where I'm going with this👁👁

Okay, I'm gonna try this short fic, drabble-y (it's not gonna be a drabble, it' gonna be more words cause I can't shut up) thing, because I CANNOT be getting distracted with full length fics, but I do crave the dopamine hit of finishing something and this ask is just too cute. Thank you, anon!!

═ The Swayze method ═

CWs Dean getting ghost-y, dubious touching but everyone's into it. 18+ , 1.2k words

Well, Dean thinks, sighing as he watches another stranger walk through him without so much as looking up. At least it's not that fear illness again, or him turning into a senior citizen.

But this? This is only third on the list of shit things to happen to him in the last few years.

He sighs, turns back around, just in time to watch Sam walk out of the grocery store, arms laden with what he's pretty sure is some turnips and everything-but-the-bagel seasoning, or ingredients for a spell. Watches him run to the car, looking over his shoulder, like he's buying weed for the first time.

He knows his baby brother is on the way back to his physical body. Because whatever Dean is wearing right now - it's not corporeal. Hence the strangers walking through him. Hence his brother sprinting past him like Big Bird without throwing him a single look.

From what he can tell, Sam hasn't called you. Which is fine, cause his brother seems to have it figured out, so there's no point in worrying you. Dean prefers you to be un-worried as well. He knows he gets your heart rate up often enough when he goes out on cases. So the fact that he got zapped by some witch... Well. You don't need to know if it's all gonna be fine again soon.

He can't get in the car. He tried when Sam drove over from the woods next to town, and he simply fell through the floor of it, straight on his ass. He's not about to try that again. He looks around. A dog walks through him, then takes a piss near his shoes. Great.

The motel's not far. There's no point in walking back to Sam and his own body, cause he's probably gonna be sucked back there anyway when the spell is broken. But the motel's right around the corner. And that's where you are.

It's not weird, he tells himself as he starts walking. He's not gonna do anything creepy. He just wants to see you, check on you. You hugged him close when he rolled out of bed this morning and he had to tear himself away, even though he really didn't want to. He just gets to hang out with you a little. Even if you won't be aware of it.

Okay. Maybe it's a little creepy.

He makes it to the room without having been zapped back. Finds the door to your and his room. He thinks about knocking, then remembers he can't. So he just phases through the wood.

You're on the bed, on your back, book in hand. A soft drink from the machine on the night stand. Dean stands at the other end of the room, and he can't help but grin. You're just too damn cute.

Just then you scoot lover on the bed, change your book to one hand. It's one of those chewed up paperbacks you constantly pick up everywhere. The ones you make Dean smell, because you say the pages smell great. He indulges you. Again, you're very cute.

Your free arm goes over your stomach and you absentmindedly run your fingers over the skin that's uncovered by your shirt riding up a little. Dean can't help his grin widening, his non-existent tongue going out to wet his non-existent lips.

He steps closer, sort of saunters over to you the way he would if he had a body, because that's a hard habit to break. He stands over you, and just cause you're right there, with that itty bitty bit of skin showing, he runs his fingers over that part.

You press your torso up a little. It could just be you readjusting, but Dean sees the little smile on your face. He narrows his eyes. And does it again.

You hum and then, and his eyebrows go up and mouth drops open at that, bite your bottom lip. Which is pretty much catnip to him.

"Oh, baby girl," he sighs, shaking his head. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

You shift around again. But it's not just shifting around. It's the same way you do it when you and him are lying in bed, not really doing anything, but still doing something. Flirting, fleeting touches. It's that shifting around. Kind of a wiggle.

So Dean does the logical thing - brings his hand to your knee, then runs the palm up, towards the inside of your leg. Your hand with the book meets the bed as you roll your hips, sigh a little. Oh shit. Yeah, he's not about to stop now.

You take your hand off the book, bring it to just under your breasts and slowly run it down your body. You're wearing the sweats you sleep in, not having had a reason to take them off yet, and Dean watches as your dainty hand wander in.

"I really hope you're at least thinking of me," he mutters as he looks down at you. "This is gonna be real awkward if not."

A soft smile goes over your face and Dean can see your hand moving. He huffs a little. He doesn't know if ghost boners are a thing, but he sure feels whatever the metaphysical version of it is coming on.

Your other hand goes to your breast, circling your hardening nipple through the fabric. Eyes falling shut.

"Darlin'," he says, his hand moving to go over yours, just the fabric separating your skin. That and the whole ghost business. And then your mouth drops open as his hand touches you - or hovers there, whatever. You moan, high in your throat. "You like that, huh?"

He pushes his hand down, careful not to press it low enough that he slips through you, and he's sure there's some resistance, but he might be imagining it. He doesn't care, either. He's straight Swayze-ing this.

"Oh yes," you mutter, eyes squeezing shut, "yes, baby." Dean really, really needs to believe he's baby, cause he doesn't think his ego can take it otherwise. That the thought of anyone else could get you going like this.

Your chest starts rising and falling faster, your face getting that concentrated look. You press your head back and then your body tenses, the best noises in the world leaving you. Dean needs to close his eyes at them. That ghost boner is straining against his non-existent jeans.

He opens his eyes again, and the vertigo hits him so hard it nearly catapults his stomach out of his body. His real, actual body. He's looking up at the sky. He blinks. Then Sam's dumb face slowly moves over him.

"You okay, dude?" he asks, looking worried. Dean untenses his body, which he's able to do. Lets out a deep breath.

"I'm fine," he grunts.

When they're back in the car, driving to the motel, Dean's mood has improved again. He knows he's gonna find you there, body probably still buzzing, and he's not gonna waste a second on putting his freshly regained motor skills to use.

And when the brothers arrive and you open the door for him, sling your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek with a grin that makes Sam immediately excuse himself, he knows you were thinking about him.

Did I do good? 🥺👉👈

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“charge it to the game”

thursday 17:34

motive; katsuki's place for after class study sesh hopefully some munch, i'm fucking starving

“yknow your flat smells like wet concrete and leftover kebab.”

📎 ⋆ 🗒️ ⋆ 📐 ⋆ 🖇️

katsuki walks fast.

you’ve known this since first year — back when you still tried to match his pace and ended up winded before you reached the library. you don’t bother anymore. now, you just lag half a step behind, headphones in, volume low, pretending you’re not jogging to keep up.

the sun’s gone down, but the city’s still loud. it always is this time of year — spring has that kind of manic energy where everything’s blooming and breaking down at once. someone’s blasting jungle out of their car a street over. someone else is yelling into their phone on the corner. a fox darts across the road like it’s late for a date.

katsuki doesn’t blink at any of it. just keeps walking, black hoodie pulled tight over his head, tote bag slung over one shoulder, full of god knows what — probably resistors and rage. you don’t ask.

you stuff your hands into the pockets of your too-thin jacket and breathe deep. everything smells like rain and engine oil and wet pavement. you haven’t eaten since breakfast, unless you count a protein bar and two stolen fries off a coworker’s tray. you probably should’ve said no to this. should’ve gone home, microwaved noodles, and stared at your ceiling.

but here you are.

you follow katsuki down a cracked side street, past a half-lit corner shop and a skip full of broken furniture. he buzzes open the door to a skinny brick building that leans like it’s tired of standing. the stairwell smells like damp socks and weed. third floor, no lift. you’re already regretting this.

“you better have snacks,” you mutter as you climb.

“we got ramen and instant coffee. pick your poison.”

“bastard.”

“freeloader.”

you grin a little. it’s easy, like it always is with him. you hate this program, you hate this semester, you’re running on fumes and caffeine pills, but katsuki? katsuki’s solid. katsuki gets it.

he unlocks the flat with a keychain shaped like a tiny dumbbell. you don’t ask.

the first thing that hits you is the warmth.

the second thing is the smell — something sweet and spicy and definitely edible. maybe teriyaki? maybe weed again? could go either way.

you step in and immediately have to dodge a pair of sneakers and a skateboard by the door. the hallway’s narrow, the paint’s peeling a little, and the walls are covered in a mix of ikea prints, beer posters, and whatever ancient wifi password was scratched onto the wall in sharpie.

the whole place hums with life. messy, yes. but lived-in.

katsuki calls out, “yo,” like he lives here — which he does — and kicks off his boots.

a voice from the kitchen responds:

“living room’s free, circuit boy.”

you blink. not because the voice is unfamiliar, but because it’s smooth. like — too smooth for a guy apartment. like a voice from a better-lit life.

you follow katsuki through the flat, passing the kitchen on the way. you glance left and — yeah. that must be him.

sero hanta is in sweatpants and a tank top, hair tied up, half a joint tucked behind his ear. he’s leaning over the counter, stirring something on the stove with a chopstick. the kitchen looks like a warzone. half the drawers are open. there’s soy sauce on the ceiling. you don’t ask.

he looks up and grins like he was expecting you.

“you’re real,” he says.

you blink. “…huh?”

“we thought bakugou was making you up. y'know — the girl who actually gets his references? who doesn’t wanna punch him in the face every three minutes? mythical creature type shit.”

katsuki rolls his eyes and shoulders past you, muttering, “ignore him. he’s always like this.”

you don’t respond right away. you’re still looking at sero. he’s… weirdly charismatic. kind of golden, in that long-limbed, half-awake way. his smile looks like it could get him out of parking tickets. his collarbones are showing. you look away.

“you want a bowl?” he asks, nodding at the pot. “udon. not poisoned, i swear.”

you hesitate.

katsuki nudges your shoulder with his. “just say yes. otherwise he’ll fuckin' narrate your hunger like it’s a drama.”

“…fine.”

sero salutes. “respect.”

katsuki leads you into the living room. it’s bigger than you expect. two sofas, one held together with duct tape. a coffee table covered in mugs and usb sticks. a pile of extension cords in the corner. and, most importantly — the whiteboard wall.

it takes up the whole left side of the room.

floor to ceiling. clean, mostly. a few doodles, some equations already scribbled along the top. a reminder to buy milk. a very well-drawn diagram of a butt. you don’t ask.

you drop your bag and pull your hoodie off, already moving toward it. you feel your brain kick on, finally — it always does when there’s a whiteboard in front of you. it’s like muscle memory. like survival instinct.

“markers?” you ask.

“top drawer,” katsuki says, tossing his bag onto the sofa.

you fish them out and uncap a black one, already mapping out the structure of your project — the main components, the time estimates, the failure points. katsuki joins you after a minute, adding boxes and wires, cleaning up your mess. you’ve done this dance a hundred times before. this part’s easy.

ten minutes later, sero walks in with two bowls and flops onto the couch like he’s been about to pass out cold.

he watches you work, head tilted, expression unreadable. not judgmental — more like… curious.

you feel it. not in a bad way. just in that someone new is watching me kind of way.

“you’re intense,” he says, finally.

you glance over. “you’re shirtless.”

“i’m in my house,” he says, mouth full of noodles.

you squint at him. he smiles like it’s a dare.

katsuki doesn’t look up. “ignore him. he’s like a stray cat. if you feed him, he follows you around.”

sero shrugs. “don’t threaten me with a good time.”

you snort.

and sero finishes his noodles with the kind of grace you expect from the kinda guy who leaves the toilet seat up. he sets the bowl down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“denki should be back soon,” he says casually. “he went on a snack run. said something about craving ‘milk with vibes.’ whatever that means.”

“that means he’s gonna come back with one arizona tea, four types of gum, and like… a watermelon,” katsuki mutters, erasing part of your diagram and rewriting it neater.

you raise a brow. “denki as in denki kaminari?”

katsuki pauses. “…yeah?”

you blink at him.

“you live with denki fucking kaminari?!”

he squints. “you say that like it’s a threat.”

“you say that like he’s not the reason i almost got banned from the student club two semesters ago.”

from the couch, sero sits up straighter. “wait — no way. you were there that night? the fire escape? the traffic cone?”

you cover your face. “i thought i hallucinated that.”

sero cackles.

and you turn just as the door opens.

denki walks in backwards.

hood up, arms full of plastic bags, one headphone still in. he’s mid-story, yelling to no one: “—and i told the guy, if you’re gonna dye your hair neon green, you can’t wear orange, that’s basic color theory—”

he turns.

freezes.

blinks.

then gasps. “you!”

you point at him. “you!!”

“holy shit,” he breathes, stepping forward like you’re a unicorn in a campus hoodie. “you’re that girl who made me do tequila shots off a clipboard.”

“you’re the one who dared me to challenge the dj to a dance-off. i fell down the stairs.”

“and i carried you to the vending machines! you asked me if crisps count as medical treatment!”

“they do,” you say, totally serious.

“okay but,” denki says, shaking the plastic bags for emphasis, “tell me you didn’t eat that expired muffin.”

you’re about to answer when katsuki clears his throat so violently it sounds like a threat.

“can you not scream in my goddamn house?”

“bro,” denki says, still looking at you, “you're friends with a legend and you didn’t tell me?”

katsuki looks deeply regretful about his life choices.

you just smirk. “i can’t believe your roommate is the guy whose contacts melted off in the strobe lights.”

“they were cheap lenses!” denki protests.

sero claps once, loud. “new rule — club stories at dinner. circuits now. anddd, y/n i’m assuming you don’t mind sleeping in bakugou’s room when we marry you into this house?”

“i literally just met you.”

“so did denki, and you made him eat floor mints.”

“…that’s fair.”

someone else laughs from down the hall — a warm, real kind of laugh — and then there’s a thud, and then—

“yo!” kirishima enters like a full-body exhale. he’s towel-drying his hair, wearing gym shorts and a tank top with a bleach stain shaped like hawaii. “sorry, shower took forever, what’d i miss?”

he grins at you like he’s known you for years.

and katsuki —

katsuki, who’s been all scowls and sharp edges this whole time —

just goes:

“hey.”

like that.

just that.

but it’s soft. barely there. easy.

he doesn’t look at him, but he says it soft.

you clock it immediately.

your eyebrows rise. your mouth curls slow. you glance at katsuki.

he catches your expression and immediately growls, “don’t.”

you grin wider. “i didn’t say anything.”

“don’t think anything either.”

kirishima plops on the arm of the couch and ruffles katsuki’s hair, laughing. “he always says that. hey, what’s your name? you working on the project with him?”

you tell him. he nods along, bright-eyed. “ah, yeah, heard about you. you’re the one who threatened that TA with a soldering iron?”

“they deserved it.”

“totally.”

katsuki’s already back at the whiteboard, head down like he can ignore this entire interaction into the void.

you step beside him, marker in hand, close enough to bump his arm.

“you’re soft,” you whisper.

“i will throw you out the window.”

“you have a tone when you talk to him.”

“dead.”

“gone.”

you laugh into your sleeve, and somehow — somehow — that’s the moment you realize you might actually have fun this semester.

[zealousconnoisseurdinosaur]

To summarize: Gojo and Geto are yandere for you and bully you. You think one night with you will put an end to their interest. You're wrong

Warnings: SMUT. Explicit. Threesome M/M/F. Dubious consent bc reader does try to say no at one point, drugs that reader somewhat willingly takes, yandere, 18+ only pls

Imagine being Gojo and Geto's darling. Imagine being the shy girl at university who just wants nothing more than to just get her degree without losing her scholarship. Except there's these two men who just don't leave you alone.

They bully you relentlessly- your notebooks go flying, you're cornered into the wall several times while they cockily stare you down- it's by the skin of your teeth that you've avoided them getting sexual with you in any way. A passing teacher, the bell ringing, and even a stray fire alarm have your utmost gratitude for saving you from them.

But eventually it gets to you. You know they want you. You think it's curiosity- maybe fascination that you don't fawn over them like the girls that follow them around. You think that maybe- just maybe- if you let them have you, their curiosity will be sated and they'll discard you like yesterday's trash. It's an idea that festers in your mind throughout the years of their bullying. You don't have the courage to go through with it- not in the first year, or the second year. But the third year is when you find yourself entertaining it more and more.

There's only so much of their bullying you can take. The lack of social life due to being their usual target is wearing you thin. You think that just letting them have you could give you some peace for the rest of your degree. However, it would mean giving up your virginity to your bullies and that thought itself keeps you from acting on your insane idea. You could live with them taking your notes, lunch and social life- but this? Maybe if you had already found someone to be with already- because anyone would be a better to give your virginity to- you would be fine with sleeping with them. But everyone avoids you like the plague because of them.

So all you do is stay bear the bullying. The third year progresses and by the time it's halfway done, you feel more and more done. In fact, it's one afternoon where Gojo and Geto corner you again that you feel like you've gone insane-

'Now, were you trying to avoid us princess?'

You want to scream yes but you know Gojo isn't beyond violent scare tactics when you make meager attempts to fight back. You simply keep your eyes to your feet, trying your best to ignore his grinning face. Geto was at the side, on the phone with someone. You have no doubt he'll be questioning you of the same when he's done with his call.

'Hey!'

Fingers snap in front of your face, startling you and making you look at him. Now that Gojo has your attention again, he begins scolding you in that teasing way of his. You don't pay attention to his words as your frayed mind goes back to your insane plan. You think to yourself that you shouldn't, that it could very well backfire on you, but Gojo keeps talking and his body has you cornered. His large frame easily towers over you, leaving you with nowhere to go.

Breath unsteady and fingers shaking, you grab Gojo by the collar and press your lips against his.

The reaction is immediate, he freezes for about 5 seconds before immediately taking control over the kiss. Rough hands grab your waist and pull you flush against him, while your hands wrap around his neck. His tongue makes it's way past your lips, while one hand grabs your thigh to lift your leg onto his hip so he can grind into you.

This is the sight Suguru Geto walks back into, and he's more than amused.

'Now, this is a surprise'

It really is. He'd always know that Satoru would go through with his attraction for you in some way- he'd just never expected you to respond so enthusiastically to him.

Gojo breaks away from your lips to respond

'Princess kissed me first, yknow'

Gojo starts pressing kisses into your neck and Geto comes closer to you. You pull him into a kiss, much like you had with Gojo. Your arms wrapped around Geto's neck while Gojo heatedly marks up your neck. Both men are freely groping your body- but you don't care. You think that it's just a matter of making it to the next morning. They'll have had their fill of you and you'll finally be free of them.

With that thought, you press your chest against Geto's even more.

'Man, she's really eager huh?'

Geto breaks away from your lips to respond

'That she is. But we should take her to our place.'

Gojo whines, but ultimately agrees. You hardly remember the walk to the car, or how the car ride went. All you know is that it's 6 PM and that you're sitting on a couch in an apartment that's too expensive for words. Even the couch itself feels like it costs 3 times your yearly tuition. But you don't get to focus on that, not when you have two men eager to make you theirs.

You think it's their excitement to finally get their hands on you, to get that score on their record. You don't know that it's because they finally have the love of their lives in their grasp. The thought of finally having you has them too excited, so they keep you between them.

While Geto dominates your lips, Gojo attaches himself to your neck. His lips are persistent, leaving deep marks that have you moaning wantonly into Geto's mouth. The moment you break apart from Geto to breath, a rough hand pulls your face to the other side and suddenly Gojo's lips are pressed to yours. Geto takes his turns marking up your neck, his hands sneakily moving under your skirt. It's when he presses two fingers against your clothed pussy that you yelp into Gojo's mouth, causing both men to chuckle at your reaction.

You pull away from Gojo, who goes back to your neck while turning to talk to Geto.

'Wait I'm-'

You're cut off by your own moan as Geto begins to persistently rub you through your underwear. Gojo begins to unbutton your shirt while Geto steals one more kiss from you before moving to kneel in front of your legs. You think things are progressing faster than you want- but this is what you want right? To have one night to get rid of them? But no. You don't know if you can live with the memory of them pleasuring you like this. You open your mouth and prepare to fight to get out of their grasp, only for a tongue to lick at your clit.

The moan that leaves your mouth is nothing like the strong voice you'd planned on using. You hadn't even realised that Gojo had moved you to sit on his lap, your back pressed against his bare chest. You'd been so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't even paid attention to them taking off your undergarments and Gojo spreading your legs open with his hands.

Before you can try voicing anything, Geto's tongue becomes persistent, licking away at your pussy with precision that had you reeling. Gojo's hands busy themselves with your breasts, fondling them relentlessly, pinching your nipples. You still think you can pick yourself up from this- but then Geto slips two fingers into you and find yourself throwing your head back into Gojo's shoulder.

'How does she taste Suguru?'

His fingers maintain a good, steady pace inside you as you writhe on Gojo's lap.

'So sweet. She's tight too. Gonna have to prep her a lot for us'

Gojo hums in interest, before leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. A question comes to mind and rolls of his tongue as you grind against him while making those cute noises.

'How many men have you been with princess?'

You don't hear him the first time, too caught up in Geto flicking your clit with his tongue while three of his fingers moved in and out of you relentlessly. But Gojo isn't patient enough to understand your situation, and repeats his question sternly, hand going down to pinch your clit as punishment.

You answer him, almost sobbing from how close you are. You're too caught up in your upcoming orgasm to notice how the two men freeze and share a look of delight. You don't know that you've given them more than they thought they would get from you. It was already exciting enough that they were finally getting their darling- and so willingly too. But like this?

They would be your first and last. No other man would get to have you. You don't even know how much you've screwed up your own plan and you don't have any time to think about it as Geto makes you fall apart on his fingers. His tongue and fingers persist even when your orgasm is over. You tremble and whimper in overstimulation, trying to get Geto to stop, but Gojo holds you down effortlessly.

It doesn't take long for you to orgasm again in their grasp as Geto continues with his ministrations. Your panting and jelly in Gojo's arms as he finally stops.

Suguru wipes his mouth as he stands up and eyes you lying on top of Satoru. He exchanges a look with the aforementioned man, one you miss completely. You're so out of it you don't notice Gojo carrying to the bedroom. You're trying to catch your breath as you lie on top of silk covers in a bed that's impossibly big.

The two men have stripped themselves of the rest of their clothes by the time you regain some of your senses. This time it's Geto who lies behind you, pressing his muscular chest against your back, while Gojo looms over you. You'd felt his muscles before, watched him flex them in efforts to impress you over the years, but now that his entire body was pressed against you, even you feel a little bit of awe at him. That awe, however, is replaced by horror once his length is pressed against your slit.

'Gojo-'

You're immediately reprimanded to use their first names and you agree in your desperation.

'Please this is my-

'I know baby. I'll be gentle.'

You want to believe him but the grin on his face is devious. You think it's because he won't keep his word. Suguru knows that Satoru is grinning because of his excitement at claiming you. Hurting you was never on the table for them. Sure, they'd picked on you, but that was only because you never looked their way. Now that you were finally doing what you were meant to, they would never need to hurt you again.

You don't know this thought process, so you brace yourself in horror as Satoru begins to sink into you. Your nails sink into his shoulders, as you close your eyes and grit your teeth at the pain. Suguru helps keep you steady, watching as Satoru's mouth drops open as he manages to bottom out inside you. God he wants to be inside you too, but that can wait. They have the rest of their lives after all. Suguru decides to focus on rubbing your clit, knowing that it'll help you take Satoru better.

It takes a while of Satoru and him caressing and kissing you, but eventually Satoru can move. He surprises even himself with the slow and steady pace he starts with, but then again, it's your first time and Satoru thinks that doing a good job would earn him your affection.

If only you had any idea of their mindset, you would have never kissed Satoru.

Despite your fears, and much to the disgust of the part of you that has self respect, you begin to enjoy yourself. Your moans and whispers, combined with your arms looped around his neck, it makes him want to go feral. The two of you are gaze into each other's eyes- and even though you don't know who initiated it, suddenly you're making out.

It's an odd combination. Satoru's cock gets faster as he buries himself inside you again and again, his tongue pushing its way past your lips while Suguru's hands fondle your breasts. You can even feel Suguru's erection on your ass, and your body moves with Gojo's thrusts in a way that gives him some much needed friction. You lose yourself in pleasure, lips breaking away from Satoru's as you squeeze around him deliciously. He wants to cum inside you but holds back and fucks you through your orgasm.

Suddenly though, he pulls out. You're dragged to the edge of the bed and forced to sit up. Suguru keeps you upright as Satoru keeps one leg on the ground and one knee on the bed to slip inside of you again. You hold on to Satoru's arms for dear life as he begins a more brutal pace.

'Fuck princess- you're too tight'

You whimper as Suguru turns your head back and kisses you.

'Just look at him sweetheart. Look at how Satoru can barely hold himself together'

There's a bead of sweat moving down his temple, his muscles tensed and teeth gritted as pounds you relentlessly. Gone is the gentleness from before. Now, he's just a man desperate to fill you up with his cum.

'Fuck baby, you gotta cum too, okay? Cum with me'

Satoru doesn't bother to wait for your response, movements growing more and harsh as his balls slap against your ass. You're nearing your peak too, shivering as Suguru pinches your nipples to help you. Soon enough, they have you falling off the edge, crying out Satoru's name without thinking. Satoru follows along with you, grunting and groaning as you tighten around him and milk him for all he's worth. He keeps slamming his hips against yours even as he cums, determined to enjoy your warmth. You're too far gone to think of the implications of him cumming inside you.

In the aftermath, Satoru lies on top of you, but doesn't rest too much of his weight on your tired form. You think to yourself that it's one down- one more to go. So despite your tiredness, you twist your form to lie on Suguru and kiss him, pressing your chest against his and grinding against his length. Satoru moves to lie down next to the two of you, watching as your cum filled pussy rubs against his best friend's cock.

Suguru is different from Satoru, you think. While Satoru had been eager, he'd been gentler than you thought possible. Suguru was rougher with you, dragging you to his lap and guiding you to mount his cock. Your hands rest on his chest as he starts at a rough pace. You're not really riding him as much as he's holding you still so he can fuck up into you. You lean down and kiss him- you don't know if it's because you're enjoying yourself or if it's because you want to make the night as good as possible so he sees you as clingy.

But the kiss persists, your hands exploring his chest as he relentlessly fucks you.

'That's right sweetheart, that's right. Fuck you're so tight'

Satoru joins in of course, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. You're so far gone that you don't even bat an eyelash and simply start sucking on it. You think that you're nearing the end of this trial. The end of having to see them. So you'll give them anything they want. You allow yourself to lick long stripes at Satoru's cock, ignoring the way he hisses and the way Suguru looks at you in awe.

It's when Satoru manages to push his way to a steady pace in your mouth that Suguru makes you cum- your sore hole is pounded into over and over again as your cum coats him. You moan around Satoru's cock, causing him to curse as he hurriedly pulls out of your mouth and jerks all over your face. Suguru's orgasm is different from Satoru's. He slams into you violently thrice before stilling, growling your name as he floods you with his cum.

The three of you are a panting mess by the end, and somehow you're lying in between them, covered in cum you don't have the energy to clean. The other two men catch their breath more quickly than you do. You think that maybe they are debating how to throw you out- after all, they had gotten what they wanted from you.

What you don't expect is for Satoru to position you on your side, lift your leg up and slide back into you. He immediately starts at a rough pace, uncaring of Suguru's cum now coating his cock. Suguru moves to get something from the bedside drawer, while you exhaustedly try to talk to Satoru. Satoru isn't in any mood to listen though, and keeps interrupting you with kisses as he pounds your cunt.

You think maybe it's your fault for thinking that one round each would be enough. Even if they kept you up all night, you're sure they'll be done with you in the morning. So you allow yourself to cry out as Satoru hits a sensitive spot inside you. Sugure returns with..jelly?

You realize it's the other kind of jelly, the one that you get in the back alleys and night parties. Suguru takes out three pieces, eats one himself and feeds one to the man relentlessly pounding your cunt. The third one is clearly for you. You've never taken something like this before, but you think it might help you through the night with them. So you allow Suguru to feed it to you. You don't get to focus on the taste as you fall apart on Satoru's cock at that exact moment, whining as he rearranges your insides before pumping you full of his cum.

The drug doesn't take long to take effect, and the next thing you know, you wake up in the morning. You're wrapped in silk sheets and surrounded by the warmth of the two very naked men. Your head is pounding, and you can only scrunch your head in pain as last night's memories come back to you.

You remember kissing Satoru and Suguru. You remember Suguru burying his head between your legs and making you see stars. You remember Satoru taking your virginity, riding Suguru while sucking Satoru off, Satoru fucking you on your side, eating jelly and then-

Oh god

You only remember in flashes, but at some point you had given Satoru the ride of his life, while Suguru had jerked off to the sight. Suguru had you on your hands and knees, smacking your ass while wildly thrusting into you while you choke on Satoru's cock. You recalled a multitude of position changes, each one more lewd then the other, which explains why you're so sore. But no, there's one that was even worse and explained why you hurt so badly.

You recall both men holding you up between them and slipping into your pussy together. You don't think you were even all that conscious when it happened, but you know you're not imagining the moans and groans that had passed between you three. The conversation was still clear in your mind.

'Oh baby fuck fuck you feel so good'

Satoru. He'd said that when you'd cum on their cocks

'That's it sweetheart. Such a good girl. We'll give you everything you want pretty girl. Jewelry- Fuck- clothes. You just gotta -oh my fucking God- keep being a good girl for us'

Suguru. He'd said that while rubbing your clit as they rutted into you for the unteempth time.

'Don't stop don't stop please-'

That was.. you?

You'd begged them to keep fucking you?

Shaking your head, you think you can scold yourself later. You should leave now, get out of here and enjoy the beginning of your peaceful life. But the moment you try to stand, you crumble to the ground with a pained cry. Satoru and Suguru are immediately by your side.

You're helpless as they easily lift you back into the bed, scolding you for your recklessness.

'We did a real number on you babe. You gotta take it easy'

Satoru kisses you on the lips. You don't kiss back, but he doesn't care.

'Sorry, my love. We should have been gentler. We were just too excited to finally make you ours.'

Suguru kisses you too, unaware of the horror you feel at what he just called you.

Both men get wrapped up in their own discussion of ordering a special breakfast since it's their girlfriends first morning with them. They debate on what to order, while you watch them numbly, before Satoru orders what is easily half the menu.

You'd thought that they'd be done with you in the morning. You never thought that they would actually want to keep you around. Especially not as their girlfriend.

You really wish you hadn't kissed Satoru yesterday.

[highlandhour]

Content warnings: dad!Charles, tooth rotting fluff, Charles Smith x fem!reader.

A warm breeze swept over your features, weaving through your hair to cool down your hot scalp. That morning had been a busy one, filled with jamming and pickling fruits and vegetables as well as canning any others you wanted to save without flavoured vinegars or sugar to preserve them.

You had just finished up doing the laundry, which had dried your hands out unbelievably so. The hot summer air wasn’t helping either as you peg sheets and various clothing items to the line. You lean to the side, groaning lightly as you do so, grabbing another damp piece of clothing from your basket and lifting it into view of the sun. The tiniest little off white dress lay pinched in your fingers. You flick the fabric lightly before grabbing wooden pegs from the front pocket of your striped apron, the one you made from one of Charles’ old shirts that got ripped beyond repair a few months ago.

You place one of the pegs into your mouth as you stretch the dress to drape it over the line, one peg, two pegs, you pluck the third from your mouth and slide it on the puffed shoulder of the dresses sleeve.

A teeny tiny cry catches your attention, making you lift your head towards where it was coming from. The little window by the line was open and the light pink floral wallpaper of your daughters room could be seen, as well as the lace of her curtains which are now flowing out the window thanks to the breeze.

“Charles!” You call out into the air. “Can you go get her! I’m just finishing up here!”

A heavy thump can be heard from the surrounding woodlands your little cabin resides in. Charles makes himself visible as he walks out of the covert, his shirt long discarded and tucked into his back pocket with his suspenders laying on either side of his hips.

“Was just finishing up myself.” He smiles as he walks by you, letting his hand trail across your stomach to waist before letting it run across your bum. You shoo him away innocuously, tapping your hand at his fingers to be rid of his flirtatious gesture.

“Go!” You laugh at him as he opens the bottom of your Dutch back door to walk inside with a proud smile on his face.

“Fool.” You shake your head smiling to yourself as you pick up another piece of laundry to put on the line.

You listen carefully for Charles as you hear him walk into your daughter’s bedroom. His soft coos just dampened to the point of incomprehension but your girls sweet little squeaks makes your heart swell. You squeeze one of Charles’ shirts in your hands looking down with so much joy. It’s the blue shirt. That old blue shirt he refuses to get rid of.

You quickly flick it out to undo all the wrinkles you gave it. Shoving your hand into your pocket again to grab a fistful of pegs and popping a few into your mouth this time.

“You wanna see your mama?” You turn slightly to look behind you, popping a peg from your mouth to slide it onto the collar of that blue dotted shirt.

Charles had her lay across his big arm, her head resting comfortably on his bicep. He takes her tiny little hand into his and makes her wave to you. As quick as you could, you put the rest of the pegs on the shirt before fully turning around. Outstretching your arms.

“C’mere sweetheart!” You ring as Charles waltzes his way towards you.

“Comin.” He replies with a half grin.

“Not you.” You scrunch your nose up at him playfully. Taking your daughter from his hold to let her lay her small head on your shoulder.

“Aw that ain’t fair.” Charles bends over, picking up a large sheet from the basket and spreading it out in his hands. “I was sweetheart first yknow.” He says to your daughter before kissing her on the top of her dark haired head.

“You’re also baby and honey and-”

Charles lets out a loud bellow of a laugh, reaching his hand into your pocket to take out a peg and slide on the corner of the sheet.

“Don’t I know it darlin.”

You step back to make room as he takes another peg from your apron and place it in the middle of the sheet.

“Darlin’s another one.” You say matter of fact, rubbing your hand up and down your babies back.

You both stay like that for the rest of the amount of time it takes to hang out the laundry. You stepping backwards a little with a pocket full of pegs whilst Charles hangs everything you washed. All the while your daughter made little noises in your arms and held the cotton of your dress in her teeny tiny vice like grip.

Such a difference from where you both came from. You could get used to this.

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