#i literally sat up in bed to slap it on here and it IMMEDIATELY LEFT MY BRAIN

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Ninjago Fic Rec Week (2024): Day 4

Prompts: AU/Movieverse/OCs! (Catching Up! I uh skipped Day 3 oop but I've got plenty to offer for this day! Which is...also late...don't look at meeee)

Aus WITH OCs (or as I like to call this list, my own personal indulgence corner. All the AUs/Movieverse stories I've read are ones that get recc'ed a lot already + I myself have already recc'ed them at one point or another, soooo let's throw some pure spotlight onto some OC stories! Even if a lot of it is connected to me to some degree that's irrelevant):

As The Years Pass By: A fic currently in the process of being rewritten/reworked but still chock full of next-gen Dragons Rising goodness! And it stars the one, the only, Jenna and Ethan from @rainofthetwilight!!!! This fic made me fall in love with her characters and I've loved reading/seeing/drawing these two adorable kids ever since!!!!

Dad!Jay AU by @taddymason: An AU so good I'm still catching up on reading it bit by bit to savor it for longer *-*)9 All the stories in this series are worth the read alone for the accumulation of taddy's character Kaida (a girl who needs no introduction–she's that awesome guys, trust me) but also the eventual father-daughter bond with amnesiac!Jay that is gripping and engaging aaaaall the wall through!!

I Carve This Poem From the Harshest of Storms: Another I'm not caught up with YET (a running theme for this Fic Week, it seems hgfhgfdfgds i'm sorry I'm slow and have a short-attention span). It follow two fascinating peeps in The Administration following The Merge, and without giving too much away, @theartsyswissapple ‘s voices for the characters just POP and make them feel SO real and it's been intriguing to read so far so yeah others should give it a try too!!!

What it Takes for You to See Me: A Spinjitzu bros story with added FSM and Mystake goodness too!!! This is one I've just started reading myself, but you know I love some throwbacks to Wu and Garmadon's past! And the OC here, @marhan-writes-n-draws's Amka, fits into the setting like a glove!!

Honeycomb: Gotta give a shoutout to @miqotepotatoe's Lucy while I'm here too!! Some short, sweet snippets of the Ninja Team's best (and most yellow) cheerleader!! I love her dynamic with everyone, and especially Cole <3

The Space Between Us: A very deep and heart-wrenching introspective into @k1ngtok's characters Lynda and Jamie, Master(s) of Space. It's story about siblings and bonds at its core, but also be mindful of tag of you're looking to dig deeper! (it also takes place in legacyverse technically but that's neither here or there I promise)

Flowery Language Another super funny and endearing story by King following Jesse (hey it's my boy!!) and Antonia on the case to discover who's been leaving flowers in Jesse's locker (spoiler: it's not Cole lmao). It's actually a semi-sequel to this old thing *I* wrote however long ago, but thaaaat's not required reading (though it does help). If you want more of a fix for the Jesse-Antonia duo + more of Jamie, this is the story to read!

Learning to Love (Again): Yet another King fic based in legacyverse (a coincidence), this one kiiiind of takes place during Season 2/Book 3 and follows Jamie on his quest to truly show his friends (Nya, Antonia, Harumi, Jesse, and...Olivia?!) just how much he cares about them through the power of love languages over the course of a week and it is AWESOOOOOOOOME!! Soooo many touching and feel-good moments, mostly soft slice-of-life with teenagers being teenagers, and is a great pick-me up when your soul is feeling sad ;w;)/ I advocate for this one just for the warm soft friendshippy-feelings it gives me alone!!! AAAAAA—

Something About Morning Glories: Jesse (oop there he is again) takes it upon to himself to comfort Jay after the latter finds himself concerned about something following obtaining his True Potential. A duo I desperately want to write more about but can't yet, so this little bit of foundation for their relationship will have to suffice for now ;w;)/

(and if you're still clamoring for more of a certain magic pink fool, there's plenty more where that came from; perhaps there may be a Jesse-Antonia friendship origin story on deck soon, along with maybe some DR stuff~! ...listen there will never be a good chance to self-advertise like this again!! BE YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!! SELF-LOVE BABY!!!! *-*)9 )

In the Company of the Stars: A tale as old as time—a Royal!AU where the fair groundskeeper of a palace's garden (that's the OC) falls head over heels for the prince far out of his league (that's Cole)—except, the prince absolutely likes him back...albeit only as his secret, suave alter-ego. But is that really true—and, more importantly, is there bigger problems to deal with right now???? There's romance, mystery, good food, royal drama, angst, fluff, sabotage, magic, a whole bunch of flowers, Harumi causing chaos on purpose, Skylor throws Chad across a room, Jay goes on a rampage a some point, Kai can't flirt to save his life—the author just needs some fresh motivation to post the darn next chapter already because the ending's gonna be really really good ;V

[rosesareredrosa]

Exactly What I Needed

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on this ask <33

w/c: 945

a/n: Why is medical school so hard?? literally, i am rotting in bed with assignments everywhere send requests

You’d always known Theo wasn’t the type to openly crave affection. He had his moments—fleeting as they were—where he’d pull you close, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and let out a sigh that told you he needed you. But for the most part, his love was quieter, tucked into stolen glances or the brush of his fingers against yours in passing.

You didn’t mind. You loved him enough to make up for the gaps he left behind. That’s why you didn’t think much of it when you reached out to him one evening, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he sat at his desk, papers and textbooks scattered around. You nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the side of his neck. "How’s it going?" you asked gently.

His body stiffened in your embrace, and without warning, he pulled away. "Can you not?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

You blinked, taking a step back, confused. "What?"

Theo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I just… I need space, okay? You’re being… clingy."

That word felt like a slap to the face. Clingy. The air between you shifted immediately, and you pulled your arms close to your chest as if trying to physically protect yourself from the impact of his words.

"I didn’t realize I was bothering you," you said quietly, feeling a tight knot form in your stomach.

"Well, you are," Theo snapped, his irritation flaring. "I’m already stressed enough without you hanging off me every second."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "Okay."

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out of the room, feeling the sting of tears prick at the back of your eyes. You couldn’t believe how cold he’d been. And worse, how easily he had brushed you off as if your affection was some sort of burden.

For the next few days, you gave Theo exactly what he asked for—space. You stopped greeting him with hugs, stopped reaching out for his hand, stopped slipping into his side on the couch when you watched TV together. The house became a strange, quiet place, filled with a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge. Theo was so focused on his work that he didn’t seem to notice at first, but then something shifted.

At first, it was subtle. He started glancing over at you during meals, as if expecting you to say something, to touch him. But you didn’t. You kept your distance, heart aching every time he looked at you with those confused eyes. Then came the moments where you’d walk past him in the hallway, and his fingers would twitch, as if he wanted to reach out but couldn’t figure out how.

It wasn’t until a few nights later, when you climbed into bed without saying a word to him, that Theo realized something was really wrong. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to sleep as the weight of his own actions pressed down on him.

He turned to you, his voice soft, hesitant. "Y/N?"

You hummed in acknowledgment, still facing away from him.

There was a long pause, and then he sighed. "Have I… have I done something to upset you?"

You swallowed hard, the rawness of your emotions rising in your throat. "You told me I was being clingy. I’m just giving you the space you asked for."

Theo flinched at the reminder of his harsh words, guilt flooding his chest. He had been so wrapped up in his own stress, so overwhelmed by the pressure he was under, that he hadn’t realized how cruel he’d been. And now, here you were, doing exactly what he’d asked, and it was killing him.

"I didn’t mean it," Theo said quietly, his voice strained. "I was stressed, and I took it out on you. But that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t have said that."

You stayed silent for a moment, your heart pounding as his words sank in. Part of you wanted to forgive him, to turn around and let him hold you like he always did when he realized he’d messed up. But the hurt still lingered, and you weren’t sure you could just brush it off like it hadn’t happened.

"You can’t just say things like that, Theo," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It hurts."

He shifted closer to you, hesitantly placing a hand on your arm. "I know. I’m sorry." His thumb rubbed small, apologetic circles against your skin, and you could hear the regret in his voice, thick and heavy. "I don’t want space from you. I need you. I always need you."

Your breath hitched, and you finally turned to face him. His eyes were soft, filled with a kind of vulnerability that Theo rarely showed. It tugged at your heartstrings, and despite everything, you could see how much he wanted to make it right.

"I’m not just something you can push away when things get tough," you said softly, but firmly. "I’m here because I love you. But I can’t keep putting myself out there if you’re just going to shut me down."

Theo’s face crumpled slightly, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I know," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I promise I’ll do better. I don’t want to push you away."

You stayed there for a moment, the two of you breathing in sync, the tension between you slowly easing as the apology hung in the air. His arms wrapped around you then, gently this time, like he was afraid you might slip away if he held you too tight.

After a few moments, you let yourself melt into his embrace, allowing him to pull you back into the warmth you’d missed. "I missed you," Theo murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I’m sorry I made you feel like you were too much when you were exactly what I needed."

You exhaled softly, your head resting against his chest as you felt his heartbeat against your cheek. "Just… don’t do it again."

"I won’t," he promised, his voice resolute. "I swear."

And for the first time in days, the distance between you began to fade, replaced by the quiet comfort of knowing that you were still the most important thing to him, even when he didn’t always know how to show it.

[pdflayn]

Tip-Toe (1.8k)

Lando Norris x Reader !

summary : you and lando had lunch at lando's family house

tags: smut !! p in v, unprotected sex, f receiving, fingering, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, degradation & praise kink, a bit of slapping.

note: AFTER A LONG TIME FINALLY HAD THE CHANCE TO WRITE AGAINN

It was a normal Sunday morning inside Lando’s condo as the both of you are snuggled up under his sheets. Another race week is approaching and he will be flying to Canada on Tuesday so you really want to spend most of your waking days in Lando’s arms while he’s still here in the UK.

“Good morning, baby.” You hear your boyfriend mumble with his morning voice which is often very cute to hear. You leaned in to his side to give him a quick kiss on the cheek in which he returned in the form of a hug, making you his little spoon like you always were. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked as you melted into his embrace. Moments like this made Lando’s head spin, it feels unreal that he’s beside a literal angel.

“Can you be one of the choices?” You immediately turned around and slapped him lightly in the chest and gave him your irritated stare which he only laughed at. “God, Lan, it’s too early.”

“Eggs and toast then, is that an option?” You nodded as a response and kissed him one last time before standing up and fixing your side of the bed. You went out of the bedroom and straight to the kitchen to cook breakfast for the both of you. Soon enough you heard footsteps coming closer to you along with hands wrapping around you from behind.

“Mom wants to have lunch with us later, do you feel like going?” he whispers as he rests his head on your shoulder, hiding his head to the crook of your neck leaving a little kiss. “Sure, why not? I miss your mom, we don’t get to talk much anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure she misses her favorite daughter too.” Lando jokes before placing a kiss on your cheek. He removed himself from you and sat himself down at the kitchen table as you served breakfast. The both of you ate in complete chaos because there’s never a dull day with Lando Norris, never.

“What do you think? Do I look good?” You said as you stepped out of his walk-in closet with a cute orange sundress. “Or does the skim dress look better?” Lando looked at you in awe, he always does. “You look great in both, even better without it.” You shook your head with Lando’s response, you couldn’t help but smile with it as well.

You decided to go with the sundress and a cute little purse to match with your outfit and flat sandals. The drive was quite short since there was no traffic and his parent’s house wasn't far away as well. To be honest, their house is somewhat your home now, since you were a child you would always go there as your mother arranged playdates with Lando and some other kids. As a teenager you would always come around to help Lando with his studies to make it less of a burden for his career and in return he would give you tickets to your favorite concerts. And then there goes the dating phase, their family would always invite yours for dinner and even during events and holidays. You were all just one big family and nothing makes you even happier than that.

“There you are! We’ve been waiting for the both of you to show up. Come sit!” Lando’s mom said as she opened the door for us. Turns out we were the ones left to arrive and the food was already served. “I hope the both of you are hungry, I accidentally cooked a whole feast.”

The lunch was going smoothly but knowing Lando, he would always have something that screams trouble. It’s imprinted to his whole existence. You can’t look at this man and tell yourself he’s not going to cause trouble because one way or another, he always will.

He took off his shoe on one foot and was aiming for your thigh since the both of you sat on opposite sides facing each other. But instead of your thigh, he touched something else which made the both of you surprised. Making you choke on your food and making people stare at you, so you reply with an “I’m okay.”

As soon as everyone finished eating, you stood up and went straight to Lando’s room, still a bit flushed with what happened and a bit hilarious because Lando never really pulls up things like what he did just a moment ago. Soon enough, Lando appears inside the room, smiling from ear to ear like a kid. You lightly slapped him in the cheek, “So what, are we toe-fucking now?” You asked and the both of you bursted out laughing.

“We can if you want to?” Lando giggled as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I think I prefer your tip rather than your toe.” Lando smiled at your response, “Good answer, love.”

With his hands still on your waist, he guided you to his bed, laying you down as he crawled on top of you. He kissed you feverishly, the both of you fighting for dominance waiting for someone to give in. and that someone was you as you felt pressure caused by his knee on your pussy. Your mouth went wide open as a low moan was heard from you making Lando grin. He knows how much he affects you. “You need to be quiet, baby, or mom will hear us. Wouldn’t want her to think her favorite daughter-in-law is such a slut don’t we?” You squirmed at his words.

You arched your back from all the overstimulating sensations caused by Lando. Your chest touching his, it pushed Lando to his edge. He held your hips tightly making you wince as he switched your position. You were now straddling his lap as he sat down. He guided you at his erection, making you grind your hips slowly as you feel him with your aching pussy.

His hands roamed around your body, tracing every part of you as he slowly took off your sundress. His hands went in to cup your cheek, you were all flushed, feeling all hot and needy. “God, you look so perfect.” he said before diving to your lips, kissing you roughly, biting each other’s lips until the taste of blood is evident. You felt his hand sneak inside your panties, playing with your wet folds. “You’re so wet, so wet for me.” He groaned at the feeling of you clenching at his fingers inside of you.

“Lan..” before you could even say anything, Lando leaned to you and shushed you. He added another finger, stretching you wider. You bit your lip as an attempt to be quiet but failed as he fastened his pace with his fingers inside of you. You gripped on the headrest of the bed for dear life as you started to tremble. You were almost at your peak until you felt emptiness as Lando pulled out his fingers.

You whined at the loss of touch from Lando. “Put it back, please.” You pleaded but Lando was playing deaf, only smiling at your request. He unclasped your bra, revealing your tits in which he delved on. His tongue flicking your nipple while his other hand playing with your other tit.

Lando switched your places once again, he's now on top of you. Kissing you from your lips down to your neck, leaving marks you will definitely struggle to hide soon enough. His kisses traced all the way down to your torso as he finally reached the hem of your panties. He looked at you like he was asking for permission and it made you giggle. This man literally just denied you of your first orgasm and had the guts to ask permission to take off your panties.

You nodded as a response to his request. And as soon as he did, he started kissing you from your inner thigh up to your slit. He blows cold air making you shiver from anticipation.

He started to give kitten licks on your folds, teasing your entrance with his tongue. Your hands locked in his curls as you try to shove his head down on you. Each flick of his tounge made you crazy, writhing in pleasure, not knowing what to hold and where to put yourself. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” Lando hummed as he continued to devour you. Hearing Lando eat you out with all the sensual noises the both of you makes you haywire. You can feel the build up of pleasure inside of you, your legs trembling once again.

“Damn it Lando!-” You hissed at him as he abruptly stopped, denying you of your orgasm which stressed you out. “You're such a dick-” You said to him as soon as he leveled with you but you were replied with a slap which made you form tears in your eyes. “Talk more like that and you won't be getting this dick, you hear me?” Lando said as he kissed the cheek he slapped.

He kneeled on top of you and removed every piece of fabric left on him and kissed you roughly. “Oh fuck, I wanna be inside you, baby. I wanna make you feel so good.” You moaned at his words as you felt him slowly entering inside you.

“Fuck- Lan-” He placed a hand on your mouth, covering your moans not because he doesn't want to hear them, oh god how he wanted to hear thos beautiful screams of yours, but this is a different situation. A more thrilling situation.

“Look at you taking me so well. It's such a shame I can't hear your pretty moans.” He said as he applied pressure on your lower abdomen, doubling the pleasure you felt. It was a surprise to you how you could hold your screams from everything that Lando has been doing to you.

“Lan- Fuck! Please, I wanna-”

“You wanna cum? Go on baby, let it out, make a fucking mess.” And so you did. Clenching around him as you reach your peak makes him groan. He didn't stop, not even for a bit. He kept ramming inside of you, you felt him so deep inside of you.

You started trembling, sensitive all over your body, overstimulated. You started to cry which somehow made Lando more eager. “Lan- stop-” you whimpered but you didn't really mean it. You can feel another build up inside of you. “Come on, baby, one more. Cum with me?”

Heavy groans and low moans along with the sound of skin slapping against each other were the only things heard inside his room as both reached their highs. “I love you.” Lando whispers in your ear in which you replied with a hug as you felt all his weight on top of yours but still enough for you to not have trouble breathing.

“Let's go get you cleaned up.”

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Ghost of you (Law Trafalgar x Reader. ft Cora-San) Part 5 (FINAL)

You couldn't remember whatever happened after you passed out on Cora-San's grave.

Feeling your head heavy with headache you slowly tried to open your eyes at the warm feeling of someone's palm rested on your forehead gently. The light in the room made your vision blurry until you blinked few times adjusting to the light; the hand rested on your forehead was Law's as he silently sat on the chair beside the bed you were laid on. His eyes were looking ahead, you could notice the bags under his eyes and the redness in his eyes, 'C-Captain, are y-you okay?' You asked feeling your voice low and tired. Immediately Law looked down at you, eye's widened in surprise, he removed his hand from your forehead and now rested both his hands on either side of your face, 'Hey, are YOU okay, how you feeling?' You chuckled at his concern, 'I'm fine now that I saw you, I-I was so scared that I won't see you aga-'

'Hush! Don't say such things!' His brows frowned. 'You look tired, Captain. Your eyes are red, what happened?' You said still feeling foggy minded. 'Don't worry about me, i was just worried about you, why didn't you tell me?' He asked and you were about to fall asleep but gasped as you suddenly sat on the bed.

Your eyes wide as you looked at Law, 'the devil fru-'

'You ate it, I know.' Law spoked his voice low, 'do you have any idea how dangerous it could've been? It's an absolute nightmare of a devil fruit and you ate it ju-just s-so i-' He stared to cry.

'Captain?' You whispered, 'I'm sorry Captain, I just wanted to help, please don't cry, please?' The door flung open and you sighed when you saw Cora-San, he spoke making his was inside the room, 'Ah, you made my boy cry?' Cora-San was holding back a laugh that for sure as Law cried with his head in his hands, you were about to speak to Cora-San but Law replied before you, 'I'm not crying!' He snapped and looked behind him.

You gasped slapping you hands to your mouth, 'YOU CAN HEAR HIM?' You literally yelled. Law tuned to look at you, 'what do you think your devil fruit powers did? He's here! Cora-San is here!' Law replied sobbing. You looked at Cora-San then back at Law. Immediately you jumped off the bed and stood infront of Cora-San with a huge smile on your face, 'are really real? For real?' You asked and he forwarded his hand for you, you took his big hand in yours, his hands were warm and not cold. You yelped and hugged him happily, and giggling. 'I did it! I did it! I did- Captain why are you still crying?' You let go of Cora-San and went to sit infront of Law, 'he's crying because you look like you've been to hell and back.' Cora-San chuckled.

'Huh?' You asked confused, Cora-San showed you the small mirror from the bedside, you looked at your reflection on it. You had a blackeye, and small cut on your lips and your head was wrapped from the side. You scratched your hair and placed the mirror down, 'that not bad-'

'YOU ARE HURT!' Law snapped making you winch. He sighed at your reaction and gently took your left hand in his before gently pulling up with shirt sleeve as your eyes followed his movement, you let out an "oh" when you saw what he meant to show you; dark red lines covered your hand from your fingers till your shoulder; they were lines but with unknown words. You pulled your sleeves further up to take a careful look at the lines, you quickly pulled your sleeve down and didn't look at your captain as you spoke, 'D-Do you think that the lines are u-ugly? That's why you are mad? I-I can co-cove-'

'NO! that's not why im- I'm not mad, I'm- I-' Law looked at Cora-San to help him to which Cora-San shrugged, Law looked back at you, 'I'm not mad, you once said that you hated tattoos and these lines look like tattoos because they are permanent, Sweetheart, the lines will never go away.'

'Oh,' you lifted your head now and chuckled scratching the back of your head, 'Oh, yeah that, no I didn't day I HATE tattoos I just said I don't like the ones that have no meanings. These are fine plus they look badass I guess. Don't you think? Cora-San?'

He nodded, you smiled and noticed that one of your teeth was missing; probably because you hit your head hard on the gravestone when you fell, you burst into laughter when you noticed it. 'Cora-San, you are alive,' you said walking towards him now, he smiled at you placing his hand on your head, 'it's because of you, Tootless.' You fowend at him, 'I don't like that nickname, Captain can you fix my tee-'

You didn't finish the question since Law pulled you in a tight hug, 'Thank you for bringing Cora-San back.' You smiled, 'you should be hugging Cora-San instead of you, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about.' You pulled away and moved aside as you watched Cora-San hugged Law tightly. Your silence was cut short when Shachi burst into the room to hug you because he was also scared for you. You giggled as the rest of the crew joined in hugging you and your captain.

[nshmuras]

FIRST CHAPTER.

sypnosis : you and sunghoon hated each others guts and the whole school knew that. he was the most popular boy and you were just a girl who had some type of popularity. but one day everything sparks up when your partnered with him for a project.

pair : sunghoon x fem!reader

this chapter will contain: angst

mentions of enha hyungline , wonyoung of ive , karina of aespa

extra : bold italic is for flashback.

FIRST CHAPER BELOW.

you couldn't focus during the whole class when you heard that you will be partners with sunghoon. your enemy sunghoon. you sighed to yourself and looked up to see him rubbing his temple while chatting with jake, probably saying bullshit about not wanting to be partnered with you.

after your dreadful class and the announcement your teacher made about project partners all you wanted to do was go home. sighing to yourself as you went towards your friends karina and wonyoung.

"yn!" wonyoung yelped as she held your hand "i saw how sunghoon looked at you. im literally going to slap him!" she said with a scoff , "exactly! who does he think he is?" karina adds on as she starts to ramble on about how annoying she is just to look up to sunghoon walking over to the area "speak of the devil."

sunghoon makes his way over to your group "yn i need to talk to you." he said as he grabbed your arm , pulling you along with him "cant you just say—" "shut up." he said as he pushed you into a secluded area.

"look. i know were partners but you know i dont want shit to do with you." he hissed holding your wrist tightly "okay? so your bitching over being partners?.. get a grip." you giggled out.

"watch your fucking mouth yn. or ill fucking punch you in it." he grabbed your face roughly "listen here. your gonna do all the work, your going to bring it to me to view over and if i approve you turn it in. got it?" he threatened "l-let go.." you mumbled out as the pain started to hurt very bad, tears prickling in your eyes.

"i said.." he let you go before pushing you down , getting to your level just to grab your face harshly again "do you fucking understand? or are you that fucking dumb?" his words and the push made the tears finally come out "i understand!" you sniffle out, finally feeling relieved after he go "next time i wont just push you."

tears rushed down your face as sunghoons figure slowly disappeared. you were left there with a bruise of where his hands were on your face , you got up and decided to just grab your stuff from your locker and walk home.

after you successfully walked home and washed up you thought to yourself about how your going to do the project , you flopped onto your bed and immediately sighed. "why is he such a dick." you said to yourself and sat up.

your phone lit up and you had a text from your groupchat with wonyoung and karina. "ynie! where did you go!?" a text read from karina , you proceeded to reassure them that you just went home early because you knew if you told them about the situation with sunghoon they would rain all hell on him.

thats when you laid on your back and closed your eyes. until your phone lit up again with a new text message that read

text from: maybe sunghoon.

you stared at the text as your breath hitched. this has to be some type of prank right? how did he get your number? you couldn't think straight with how worried you were so you decided to ignore it and try to sleep.

getting comfy in your sheets and putting on a movie you mind started to linger. how did you and sunghoon even end up as enemies?.

your mom walked you to the park as she smiled at you pointing and giggling at all the playstuff , you leg go of your moms hand as she stood and watched you run away to the swings.

you jumped up on one and started to kick your feet to swing but to no avail , you sulked until you felt a pair of tiny hands on your back. you looked behind you and noticed it was a little boy with moles littered on his chubby face.

"do you need help swinging?" he said and you nodded as you held on tight to the swing handles. he pushed you and you swung upwards and repeated again and again.

you giggles as the swing came to a stop and you hopped off, he stared at you and stuck out his hand awkwardly "im.. sunghoon.. whats your name?" he quietly said "im yn!" you excitedly shook his hand and smiled at him "can we be friends!?" you said happily "um... sure.. do you want to play more?" you nodded and tugged him towards the playset.

and from then on you and him were the bestest of friends all up to middle school, grade 6. sunghoon had notified you about everything in his life and you did the same, so it was no surprise when sunghoon got a girlfriend he told you about her and introduced her to you.

it was all smooth until you found out she was cheating on sunghoon from karina, you dashed away from her and immediately ran to sunghoon.

"hoon! i have something to tell you! its important!" you say out of breath and he looked at you confused. "whats going on yn?" he looked at you as you cleared your throat "karina just told me that gf/n is cheating! she showed me screenshots and all—" "yn. are you serious?" he said with a stern look "huh what do you mean—" it was your turn to be confused now "see i knew when gf/n told me you might have a crush on me and try to break us up she probably knew something.. really yn? are you that jealous?" he cockly said "sunghoon? i dont have a crush on you! a-and im not even lying! you can ask karina!" "this is a new low even for you yn. i dont wanna see you again. your a disgrace for a best friend.

and after that you never talked to him again. you remember it vividly.. you cried a bunch that night, blocking sunghoon on everything and even taking you guys childhood photo down. you hated his fucking guts for believe his shit girlfriend over you.

you sniffled and wiped your tears, you didn't even realize you were crying at the thought of your used to be best friend. that fact he hated you still even after the fact him and him girlfriend broke up during that time, hes a sick man and you never ever will think of him no other than that.

you ended up drifting off to sleep and when you opened your eyes it was already morining. you sighed to yourself and got out your outfit for the day before rushing to take a shower and do your skincare. today you were going to ignore sunghoon as much as you can and make sure you dont cross his path let alone see his face.

you were out of breath from your walk and you scanned the packed hall and your eyes immediately fell on wonyoung and karina, you waved at them and made your way towards the girls with a more uplifted mood. "hey wony! hey rina!" you chirped and they greeted you back. "yn did you and sunghoon like.. have a talk or something?" karina asked with a sense of confusion in her voice "huh? what do you mean?" you gulped as your mind flipped back to when he basically humiliated you and left you to cry in the hall.

"he came over here asking if you had your phone on you or some—" "he texted me.." your words shocked the girls and they started to bombard you with questions "look! i dont know what he sent because i didn't look at it." "check it right now!" wonyoung says , opting you to grab your phone and open the message.

message from: maybe sunghoon

" just wanted to tell you a warning. dont tell your low life friends about what i did or theyll watch me beat the shit out of you next time."

your hands trembled while you stared at the text message , shock visible on your face. "so? what he say?" wonyoung asked . her question made your head lift up. "just some bullshit about the project." you shrugged it off and then the bell ringed signaling it was time to go to class. "bye yn! we'll catch you later!"

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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[ni-kiiiii]

PS• Crying

“Y/n you’re working late again right?” Your roomie sunghoon asks you.

You found that suspicious. Was he planning to someone over you thought. But who were you to care it’s not like you guys were dating …. Yet.

“ yup, why?” You say

“ no reason” he responds blandly.

“ okay then bye hoon” you waved before leaving the apartment.

- at work

“ Hey can someone cover for me today?, I promise I will return the favor”

“ of course y/n but what time do you plan on leaving work early?” Your dear friend tomoya ask you. As you thought, you decided 12 would be a good time since sunghoon would still be up.

“ 12:00am”

“ mk y/ninne”

Your brain was still stuck in the fact that sunghoon has double checked if you were gonna be home the next morning.

You worked while continuously looking at the clock. You were a bit worried to see what you would found out. A part of you wanted to hear something you shouldn’t. Which was sunghoon palming himself. You mentally slapped yourself for thinking like that. ‘ Get your head out of the damn gutter’ you told yourself. There could be something more important than that.

-

As time went by 12:00am hit. You packed your stuff up and waved moya(tomoya) goodbye. Then walked home.

When you arrived at your building stopped before going in. You don’t know exactly why but you felt like you were gonna interrupt whatever sunghoon was doing.

You went in through the main entrance and walked to the elevators. You pressed the button and waited for it to come down. Which didn’t take long, Since you only had 4 floors in your building. The elevator opened. You went inside and pressed the button 4.

The door soon slided opened and then you walked to your door. You got your key from your bag and put it into the door then opened it.

You went into your home silently has possible but that didn’t matter since sunghoon was still in the same spot ehen you left which was in the living couch.

You immediately saw sunghoon with his feet up to his chest and his head resting on his knees. You heard sniffling sounds comming from him.

Out of nowhere he spoke.

“ I thought you were coming home in the morning” he said.

“ well good thing I didn’t” you said softly while walking to him. You went to your knees and looked at him. He wouldn’t look at you which was understandable considering he was crying.

“ Hoonie what’s wrong?”

“ i don’t know i just feel like im burden and I get on peoples nerves”

“ Hoon you are literally the complete opposite of that” you reassured him.

With that’s he finally looked at you. He had super red eyes and a pink around them.

“Who even made you feel like that?”

“ So at practice today I couldn’t get the choreo right and the members kept saying things to me like| “no one has time to be here all day”, “ bruh this shit is super easy”, “ oh my god it’s literally always him”| I just couldn’t take it no more. I needed to let it out. So I figured this time would be the right time. Since I would be alone and wouldn’t be embarrassed for cry you know.”

“ Sunghoon don’t let there nasty words get to you. You literally are the best dancer out of all of them. Also you shouldn’t be embarrassed for crying. Baby you could come and I’ll make you feel better.” You smiled at him.

‘ y/n why’d you call him baby? Your so stupid!’ You thought to yourself.

“ thanks y/n i appreciate you a lot for that”

“ do you wanna come to my room and we can watch movies and eat candy?” You ask him trying to cheer him up.

“ mhm” he nodded his head.

“ come then”

You got up and grabbed his hand. You squeezed it and walked to your room.

“ go sit down in my bed”

He sat in the middle of the bed and waited for you.

“ I have to change so just turn around okay?” You say.

He nods and turns around fully.

You grab sweats and a hoodie and change into them quickly.

Once you were done you tossed your dirty clothes into the bin and hopped on the bed. Sunghoon jumped a little at the surprise of you. He turned around and saw your new clothes.

“ so what do you wanna watch hoon?” You ask him.

“ what ever you wanna watch” he tells you.

“ nope not an answer” you scolded him softly.

End. this is really bad i know.

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 14 ⤍ you can't see me

"kazuha" you tapped her shoulder trying to get her to wake up so you could leave, "i'm leaving now"

"no... stay" she didn't open her eyes but made grabby hands towards you.

"i have to get back before your roommates see me"

"just stay" she finally grabbed onto you pulling you back onto the bed. damn she is strong. guess the workout routine is true.

she cuddled back into you making herself comfortable again before going back to sleep.

you sighed knowing you couldn't escape and just accepted your fate. who cares if your roommates noticed you weren't back yet, and who cares if one of her roommates walked in and saw you?

eventually, you did have to get up since you had a video you were supposed to be filming.

"kazuha i'm leaving for real now. i'll text you when i get home" you told the japanese girl.

"mhmm. i'll see you later" she mumbled cutely finally letting you go.

you quietly got out of her bed, getting your stuff. your goal was to get out of the house without being seen, and since it was early you were hoping nobody was up yet.

you said another goodbye to kazuha before leaving her room, shutting the door lightly. you slowly made your way to the front door and when it was in sight you heard a sound behind you.

"y/n!" yunjin gasped loudly. of course, yunjin's loud ass would be the one to see you.

"shhh. you can't see me" you waved your hand hoping she was too tired to realize.

"did you spend the night here?!" she exclaimed just as loud making you slap your hand over her mouth.

"no of course not" you said in a hushed tone, "i had to talk over something with kazuha this morning which is why i'm here"

"that's why she wanted to be left alone last night" yunjin mumbled to herself once you removed your hand since she calmed down.

"it was just a last-minute thing. we didn't wanna bother anybody" you tried to make it look better.

"i get it y'all wanted to be alone" yunjin winked causing you to cover your face.

"no it was just a friendly sleepover" you denied.

"uh huh sure" yunjin nodded not believing you, "she told us to leave her alone for the night so she could have a sleepover with a 'friend'. i know what you two are"

you sighed knowing you couldn't convince her that it was just a friendly thing. because even you weren't sure if last night was supposed to be friendly after that moment you two had.

fortunately, you got a message your uber was a minute away. you took that as a time to get away from yunjin and her suspicions. kazuha can deal with that.

kazuha walked out of her room a couple of minutes after posting the picture to see everybody in the living room. she sat down on the couch letting out a sigh of relief when she realized nobody saw the post yet. she knew they would ask questions once they saw but she didn't want to be bombarded with questions as soon as she got into the room.

it didn't last long as a couple of minutes later eunchae stood up dramatically.

"zuha! is this real?" eunchae asked showing her phone to kazuha to make sure the post wasn't a lie.

"yeah it's real" kazuha nodded casually.

"what is it?" sakura asked curiously.

eunchae got up showing the post to sakura and chaewon.

"zuha!" chaewon exclaimed in shock, "is this actually real"

"i just said it was" kazuha said casually again.

sakura, chaewon, and eunchae immediately turned to her asking questions about what she did last night.

"i invited her over. no we didn't do anything else except for watch a movie and sleep" kazuha told her group.

everyone except yunjin looked shocked about the information.

"you knew?" chaewon asked yunjin noticing how unfazed she looked by the information.

"i saw y/n leave this morning" yunjin revealed.

"and you weren't gonna tell us"

"i thought they wanted to keep it a secret" yunjin shrugged, "apparently not though because kazuha literally posted it"

"i really thought something was wrong with you last night" sakura said.

"same! i was so ready to comfort her this morning but apparently she was trying to hang out with her girlfriend without us" eunchae said.

"she's not my girlfriend... yet" kazuha said the last part quietly. luckily nobody picked up on it or they just pretended not to hear it.

"i actually walked past zuha's room all sad and worried if she was okay, and then i see y/n sneaking out of her room" yunjin told everybody. "i was in such a state of shock i thought i was hallucinating for a minute"

"i didn't know you were sneaky like this zuha" sakura mumbled to herself.

"damn. really gotta watch out for kazuha now, always doing something i don't expect" chaewon said.

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

[softsnzstuff]

A Little Helping Hand

Fandom: Stranger Things, Streamer AU

Summary: Robin has Eddie and Steve do the Not My Hands Challenge, only Steve has a cold

Notes: Thanks @dontfeeltoohot for bouncing this idea around with me!

CW: Contagion, non-intentional

“Hi lovelies!! You asked and asked and asked and I finally convinced the boys to do the Not My Hands Makeup Challenge!”

Robin addressed the stream and gestured to Steve and Eddie who were next to her.

“I would be in bed right now, but Robs really wants to do this stream today…” Steve muttered, consonants slightly rounded.

“Oh come on, I know you’ve been looking forward to this all week.” Eddie playfully elbowed him and then addressed the stream. “Stevie’s got a cold. He’s just grumpy.”

Aww poor Steve

Such a trooper doing this anyways

You’re so cute Robin!

Robin laughed. “Well okay! Let’s set this up then?!”

Eddie sat down with his legs slightly spread, Steve sitting in between so he was in front of Eddie, blocking his view.

“So Steve is gonna put his arms behind his back…” Robin narrated.

Steve held up his hands and wiggled his fingers before putting both arms behind his back. Robin took some duct tape out and stuck it to Steve’s chest and started wrapping it around him.

“Well. I definitely can’t use my hands.” Steve grumbled.

“And Eddie here. He’s going to act as Steve’s hands!”

Eddie had his chest pressed up against Steve’s back and his arms were sticking out to the side.

Robin had them set up at her makeup table, the streaming camera in front of them. She had an array of makeup brushes, powders, foundations, and eyeliners splayed out on the table in front of Steve. He was eyeballing them all.

“This. SnFF Looks like a bad idea.” He sniffled.

Are they gonna even know what all those are for??

Eddie might actually do killer eyeliner…

Yeah but he can’t see???

Robin perched herself behind them on her bed. “Okay guys I’ll tell you what you’re going to do, and Eddie is gonna do it as best he can. Steve you can help tell him where things are I guess. Start with foundation.”

Eddie started slapping his hands along the counter trying to grab anything he could.

“No Eddie just snf wait a second. The foundation… maybe the bhehh back left cehh corner..?”

Oh fuck.

Eddie could feel Steve’s breath hitching. He loved his partner but god damn was he bad at covering. And his hands were literally tied. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to sneeze all over Robin’s things.

Eddie felt Steve’s chest expand as he inhaled. Without thinking, his reflexes kicked in and Eddie found himself using his own hands to cover Steve’s nose and mouth.

“HAESSSH!”

“EW!”

“ETSCHIEW! snfsnff ISSSSHuhEW!”

Eddie screamed as Steve continued to spray his hands with each cold ridden sneeze. “STEVE STOP!”

Robin’s jaw was on the floor and comments were pouring in while Steve sniffled helplessly.

EW EW EW OH MY GOD

Eddie NO!!!!!!!

I saw the spray ☠️☠️☠️

The pause was only momentary as Steve immediately started to hitch again. This time almost more desperately.

“Don’t you DARE!” Eddie grappled around for the collar of Steve’s own shirt, bringing it up towards his boyfriends face.

“H’itSCHhh!”

Eddie felt a damp spot form on part of his hand, so he shifted the shirt slightly, still trying to use it to shield himself.

“TszzIEW! H’aTSsuHEW!”

Stop he’s still going 😩

RIP headphone users

Someone step in maybe??

Fuck is he okay?

Steve sniffled thickly, clearly embarrassed.

Robin had gotten up quickly, grabbing the box of tissues off her nightstand and bringing them over to the boys. After quickly untaping Steve, she knelt down and handed him several tissues that he pressed to his nose.

Eddie stood up frantically, a disgusted look plastered on his face as he looked at his hands. He made a dramatic show of flicking his hands towards the floor with a snapping motion, trying to rid himself of the mess Steve had left.

The older man walked out the open bedroom door and into the bathroom and started washing his hands. Robin took Eddie’s spot and sat next to Steve, rubbing a hand up and down his back as he continued to fight against the tickle.

Are you okay Steve?

Didn’t get very far into the makeup challenge did they?

Steve looked at the comments coming in.

“I’m okay. That just happens when I’m sick. Sorry guys that was gross.”

As if on cue, Eddie walked back into the bedroom. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands were still damp from washing them. He pointed dramatically at Steve.

“I swear to GOD Steven, if you get me sick…”

Steve snuffled again and lowered the tissues from his face. “I’m sorry I can’t help it!”

Robin put an arm around Steve and spoke to the viewers.

“Well that was an absolute train wreck! We didn’t even get to the makeup and I’m pretty sure the boys are never going to do that again.” She laughed.

“We’re gonna end the stream here but be sure to tune in tomorrow when Nancy and I play Smash Bros. And go give Eddie and Steve a follow as well!! Byeeeeeeee!”

*****

[Four Days Later]

Eddie’s slouched forward at his gamer desk, a blanket draped over his shoulders. His complexion is paler than normal and the tip of his nose is tinged pink. He had a plastic water bottle and a small bowl off to the side, barely in frame.

“Hey guys.” He said sluggishly, punctuated with a watery sniffle.

You look so tired :(

Are you sick?

No jam session today??

Eddie’s eyes slowly moved back and forth as he read the stream comments.

“Someone got me sick, so instead of the regularly scheduled program, we’re playing Animal Crossing and eating soup.”

Steve shouted from the next room, “I said I was sorry!!”

Eddie sat up and turned over his shoulder, “Sorry doesn’t kill germs, Steven!!”

The long haired man twisted himself so that his legs were dangling over the armrest of his chair. Hugging the blanket tighter to him, he quickly brought an arm up to his face.

“N’xxT! H’ixxTCHU! iiKSHTiew!”

Bless you!!

Poor guy sounds awful

Take it easy okay?

“Ughhhh fuck,” Eddie groaned, leaving his face in the crook of his elbow while he reached for a tissue, “I’b sorry guys. This is so disgusti’g.”

He replaced his arm with the tissue, blowing his nose a few times before leaning back against the chair and going back to the game.

He played for an hour or so before Steve finally came in and placed a gentle hand on Eddie’s blanketed shoulder.

“Hey, it’s time for your night time cold meds.” He held his hand out, dropping two green pills into Eddie’s hand.

“Thanks Steve.” Eddie looked up at him from where he was sat in the chair.

Steve leaned over and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead before disappearing back to the living room.

“Kay guys I think that’s it for tonight. Once I take these, I’ll sleep for like…1-3 business days.” Eddie joked to the stream, “I’ll see you guys later!”

[icallhimjoey]

SPOILERS AHEAD!!

LISTEN, did I stalk your page yesterday for the update even though I’m on the taglist? And did I immediately read the chapter because, like I’ve been telling you, my body is ready? Did I read the whole thing and absolutely needed to take a minute that ended up turning into the rest of the night because I was reeling? Yes. All of the above. I literally had to sleep on it and then go about my whole day thinking about it nonstop. The vice grip that this story and the last two chapters have had on me…. I just… no words. But also let’s get into the nitty gritty because I’ve spent the last 24 hours thinking about it and read it TWO MORE TIMES before sending this ask.

Here we gooooo…

The soft playlist and burning candle and mood lighting, how he undressed us on the sofa while smirking and teasing, how he TOOK A SHOWER afterwards, “come at my place again”, Joe fucking off into the bathroom right after again, the wrestling and giggling on the bed, how he showed up unexpectedly, the hovering, “Come on, I’m starving”…

You’d never sat on someone’s face before, and when you reached to turn the lights off, Joe said, “No. Leave ‘em on.” and seemed genuinely excited for what was about to happen. It was the first time you thought maybe you really were doing him a favour, instead of the other way around…Joe curled arms around your legs and held on tightly as he worked his tongue in all sensitive spots he knew to find.

But Joe was relentless, and your breathy pleas probably didn’t even reach his ears, what with your legs in the way and all. Joe held onto your thighs with newfound strength and continued with more frevour than before. Had you arching your back and slapping your own hands over your mouth to shut you up.

ALSO, the grabbing of tits mid face sitting, us cleaning off his face and him lightly touching our skin and the way he stared up at us with those damn eyes and how he almost whispered something in our ear (this was so cute and adorable I couldn’t handle it), how he straight up undressed and crawled into our bed and demanded that we crawl in too…

And Joe would’ve let it go. Would’ve just said, okay good, and, don’t worry I’m not that sleepy. But then a sticky tear left your other eye that traveled over the bridge of your nose. It was impossible to miss, and Joe didn’t even give you time to try to wipe it away, to excuse it, to make something up on the spot of why it was even there, because he started scooching. Closer to the middle of the bed. And then an arm reached over and placed itself on your back and pulled you in, made you scooch until your face met that crease of fabric in the middle of Joe’s chest and a large palm around the back of your head kept it there.

AND the way he stroked our scalp/hair, the snuggling and sleeping all night like that, SLOWLY EATING US OUT UNDER THE COVERS WHILE HOLDING OUR HANDS AND ENCOURAGING US TO PUSH HIS HEAD DEEPER AND THEN KISSED OUR FOREHEAD (SCREAMING), Joe cooking a roast dinner for us, the goddamn hovering, “Why can’t you say it?”, kissing our jaw and neck, “Hmh? Just say it, say you won,”…

You swallowed thickly when you felt Joe move back a little. Blinked open unfocussed eyes and fuck, you were going to need a minute.

“Say it,”

Joe tilted his head down, let your foreheads meet and this was more than it had been all week. More intimate. More romantic. More of what you’d actually wanted. Joe always got so close, but Joe never kissed you.

“Say it for me,”

AND THEN when he grinned after we admitted we won, the slow and soft kissing and biting our lip, the crashing and colliding and Joe smiling into our mouth and guiding us to his bedroom and finally:

“Don’t worry,” Joe panted and used an elbow to open his bedroom door. “I won too.”

girl. GIRL. this is BEYOND. it’s transcendent, it’s electric, it’s perfect. I swear, this story SENT me. Like, I don’t think you realize how absolutely incredible this story is. I know you only do 5 or 10 parters, but I could read many more chapters of this story. I can’t get enough. I told you my body was ready and you fucking delivered. I am well and truly ☠️

THANK YOU ❤️

shut UP i love you

[nishirikiluv]

The Thrill of the Chase

pairings: yandere!K x reader

warnings: violence (choking, slapping, biting, hair pulling), restraints, threatening, groping, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, kissing, mentions of sex (no actual smut), please let me know if I've missed anything

a/n: I wrote this at literally 5am...

Your feet ached terribly from all the wounds you recieved in your current escape attempt. Sticks and stones digging into your soft flesh while you tried to run as fast and as far away from that nightmare of a house you were trapped in. You honestly can't even remember how long it's been since he brought you there. All you know is you never wanted to go back.

That's why this pain was bareable.

You ran aimlessly through the forest. Not a town or a single trace of other humans in sight. It was freezing out, and you were exhausted. You stopped to rest and it became eerily silent.

But that was a good thing, right?

If he was around you'd hear something. But you don't so it's safe to rest for a bit. You sat under a tree, resting your back against it and panting heavily.

Once you'd caught your breath, and the fear of beeing caught began to cloud your thoughts again, you got up and started moving again. You only walked for a bit when you finally saw a small cabin not too far ahead.

You ran to it, seeing light and what looked like 2 people inside. The cabin didn't look the most inviting but in your desperate need to feel warm, anything was acceptable. You knocked softly on the door. After a short moment, a tall boy with black hair opened the door.

"Hello Miss, may I help you?" You noticed behind him was an even taller boy with lighter brown hair. "Um, I was wondering.. if it would be okay for me to stay here tonight..?"

Neither of them answered, they only looked at you with matching looks of curiousity. "I'll leave in the morning, I just have no where to go right now.." You bit your lip looking down in embarrasment at how insane you must sound to them.

"Hmm.." You looked up through your lashes to see the taller one seemingly studying you. "Yeah you can stay, come on in!" You couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped you, "really?!" They both nodded and ushered you inside.

They sat you down on the couch and offered you some warm tea. You thanked them and sipped on it, already feeling yourself warm up. "What's your name by the way?" The shorter one asked.

"I'm Y/n"

Once you shared your name, they exchanged a glance with each other. "Wonderful, nice to meet you. I'm Euijoo and that's Nicholas." the taller one flashed a close eyed smile to you as he introduced the two of them.

"Would you like a change of clothes, you look awfully cold in that" Nicholas offered. "Actually that would be really nice, thank you." He left to go grab those for you when Eujioo looked down at your feet. "What happened..?" he asked pointing to them.

"Ah.. I forgot shoes and theres a lot of sharp sticks on the floors around here" you laughed nervously and finished the last sip of your tea. "I'll get you something for that!" He left before you could respond, and Nicholas was back with some clothes.

He directed you to a room you could change in, so you changed and went back to the couch where Euijoo was waiting for you. "This might sting a little but it'll help to clean your feet so those cuts don't get infected." He handed you some disinfectant, "Thank you so much, you both are so kind." You cleaned all the wounds on your feet, they did sting but not terribly.

You yawned suddenly feeling your exhaustion catch up to you. "You can rest over in that room you changed in." Nicholas smiled warmly at you. You thanked them both again and he helped walk you to the room. Once you layed on the bed you drifted off to sleep immediately.

The next morning when you woke up, you were met with Euijoo placing a fresh set of clothes on the nightstand by the bed you were in. "Ah, you're awake! These are new clothes for you. I made breakfast for the two of us." You thanked him, changed into the clothes, and joined him for breakfast.

"Nicholas isn't here?" He shook his head, pouring a glass of juice for you. "He left early in the morning to do something." You nodded your head and thanked him for the breakfast, eating all the delicious food he made.

After a little while of staying with Euijoo you decided it would probably be best to leave before it got dark. "Euijoo I'm sorry I think I should be on my way now, thank you so much for everthing! Please thank Nicholas for me as well." He shook his head, directing you to the window. "You can't go, there's going to be a storm." However, the sky had not a single cloud in sight. "Are you sure? The skies look clear to me." He nodded and insisted it was very unsafe and ultimately convinced you to stay another night.

You and Euijoo had spent the day together watching TV and talking. Once it became later you noticed there hadn't been any storm, the weather was clear as you suspected. It felt too late to roam around now though, so you'd stay just one more night.

"Nicholas is back." Euijoo smiled brightly and went to open the door for him. "Oh, You brought company?" You couldn't help your curiousity, peeking over to see who entered with Nicholas. The man was tall like them and he walked in with a hoodie on and his face covered. Weird.

Nicholas greeted you and whispered something to Euijoo who's eyes widened and he nodded. They both walked outside together saying they'd be right back. You were left alone with the strange man who had been staring at you since the moment he arrived.

You awkwardly shifted on the couch when you saw him walking towards you. For some reason your anxiety began to rise the closer he got to you. He simply sat next to you on the couch, a little too close in your opinion, but it wasn't that big of a deal.

You could still feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you refused to look up at him. Instead you looked down at your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. It was dead silent when he let out a soft chuckle, causing you to jump slightly.

You finally looked up at him, into his eyes, noticing the familiarity of them. You gasped and shifted away slightly. He pulled down the coverings from his face and you trembled in fear. "N-no... No! W-why are you here?!" You felt tears well up in your eyes and your breathing became heavy.

He flashed a smile so innocent at you that anyone who saw it would never expect him to be such a violent and cruel man. However, you knew him differently. "My precious darling, Y/n... I hope you had fun on your little adventure here. It's time to come home."

You shook your head rapidly and stood up, backing away and putting distance between you two. "I- I'm not going anywhere with you, Kei." You backed away to the front door, not taking your eyes off him so you could watch his movements. "You don't have a choice, baby." The sinister smirk he wore sent chills down your spine, but you weren't letting him win without a fight. You fiddled with the doorknob behind your back and once it opened you ran back into the woods, with no sense of where to go.

Anywhere away from him was okay.

You could hear him chasing not far behind you. "Fuck- ouch!" You stepped on a particularly sharp rock, but you couldn't stop, he's faster and has more stamina than you.

The further you ran, the more you felt it getting harder to breathe. You'd been running for a while, and when you turned back you didn't see Kei there. You looked around while trying to catch your breath. You walked and walked and he was no where.

You spotted Nicholas and Euijoo ahead, so you ran to them. "Guys! Please help me!" They looked at you this time with expressionless eyes, "Where'd you run off to, Y/n" Nicholas asked as Euijoo and him moved to both sides of you, each grabbing an arm. "I was.. what are you guys doing..?" You tried to shake them off but they only held onto you tighter. "We're helping you, of course." They walked you back in the direction you came from.

That's when you saw him. You finally realized this whole setup was a trap. "No- Stop, I don't want to go back!" Tears spilled from your eyes again and you used all your strength trying to get Nicholas and Euijoo off of you but they looked unphased and if anything, slightly annoyed.

Kei walked up to you, caressing your cheek softly, before landing a harsh slap across it. More tears fell from your eyes at the stinging pain in your now red cheek. "You should've never run away from me. I trust you know what's going to happen when we get home."

You couldn't even form a reply, the situation causing you to feel drowned in sorrow. He tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging roughly, forcing you to look up at him. You winced at that and his other hand came up to wipe your tears away. "When will you learn..." he sighed and you closed your eyes sniffling softly. You then felt a sharp poke in your neck, your eyes shot open. He injected you with it and within seconds you were out. Nicholas and Euijoo handed you over to him and he carried you back to your "home".

When you woke up, your hands were tied above your head and your mouth was gagged. He had you lying in bed, wearing his favorite little dress. You struggled uncomfortably, huffing at how tight the restraints were.

He walked in to see you squirming in the bed. "Aw, you're awake my love. That's good, I think we need to talk." He climbed on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. He slotted one knee between your legs and kept the other one to your side. Your breathing became rapid in fear and frustration.

He leaned down burrying his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent and sighing in satisfaction. It disgusted you how infatuated he was with you. "You know.." he trailed one of his hands softly along your neck, "you made me really angry with that stunt you pulled." He wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing and constricting your airflow. Your protests and whines were muffled by the gag and he watched in amusement at the way your hands tried so desperately to get free and stop him.

He tightened his grip causing tears to spill from your eyes yet again, "What's wrong baby? You can't breathe?" He chuckled, removing the gag from your mouth to hear your cries clearly. He let go after another moment, you coughed and gasped catching your breath.

He gripped your jaw harshly, fingers digging into your cheeks. "You're such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby." He pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your lower lip. You didn't reciprocate the kiss, feeling nauseous from the thought. He bit down on your lip, causing you to flinch and squirm. He pulled a knife from the drawer by the bed, "If you don't kiss me, I'll slit your fucking throat, darling." You gulped and nodded, so when his lips were on yours again, you leaned into it and moved yours against his.

He set the knife down, sliding his hands across your body. He squeezed your boobs through the fabric of your dress, you whined and shut your eyes tight. You writhed beneath him wanting his hands off you. He pressed his knee that was between your legs up against your cunt, "The more you fight, the more I just want to fuck you." You shook your head, pleading with him not to, of course he only laughed in response. "Your body belongs to me, I'll do what I want with it. Besides, I'm in the mood now to have a little fun with you."

"Don't think I've forgotten about your punishment though, it'll just stay postponed until later."

[carolmunson]

good cop, bad cop III: stella

“I can hardly stand it when he’s away for a night – When he’s away for a week, I nearly go wild. And when he comes back, I cry on his lap like a baby.” 

recommended reading: part one, part two: daddy lessons. 

the warnings for the fic as a whole are as follows: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, daddy kink, dom!steve, dom!eddie, sadist!eddie (also soft, he can’t help it), brat!reader, sadist!steve (not soft at all unfortch), bdsm aligning punishments and actions, humiliation, degradation, dom training, forced orgasm. female anatomy mention. p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), angst, face slapping (in like a bad way), severe name calling, some dubcon at the end of chapter two. ultimate warning is that part two is really intense. if you’re sensitive to semi non-con violence i would recommend not reading. 

authors note: 

welcome to the end, y’all! also, the way this fic is crushing on AO3, wow. but i also wanted to give a big hug to everyone who might have been effected badly by part two. i got some comments on AO3 of some people getting emotional over the story, not hate comments or anything, but just that it was really intense. 

i hope this soothes ya souls a little, we even put some comedy in there for funsies. (when i say we, i mean me). i found it a little difficult for me to write a character who doesn’t automatically just forgive steve, cause in my personal life, i probably would. but we made it! we did it! i hope you enjoy! 

lastly, a big thank you to @reborn-rollergirl who was the inspiration for this entire romp. 

Eddie waited until he heard Steve’s car pull out of the driveway to wake you. He let you fall asleep with your head on his lap for at least an hour, giving you a chance to settle and come back to yourself on your own. When you woke up, the pain really set in, your adrenaline of the moment fully faded. You groaned while looking up into Eddie’s face, his soft and caring expression immediately making you feel safe. 

“Let’s get you patched up, yeah?” he asked. 

“I don’t – I don’t want to go out there,” you confessed, terrified that Steve would have a second wind. 

“He’s not here, baby, he left. He went for a drive,” he said, “You’re safe. I promise, you’re safe. I’m here.” 

You gingerly got up from his lap, shimmying on your stomach until your feet touched the ground. The skin on your hips, thighs, and backside shrieked with spurts of stinging pain at any exertion from your lower body. Standing up was a slow process, inching upwards vertebrae by vertebrae. 

“Are you?” you retorted, anger flaring in your chest, “Because it didn’t feel like that while you just sat there and watched him fucking beat me.”  Eddie stood up and met you at the edge of the bed. He looked down at you, his eyes shining with guilt, and for a moment didn’t know what to say. 

“I deserve that,” he said, “But I’m here now. Please let me help you, let me know how I can make it better.” 

“Make it better?” you asked, dynamics had dropped, this was really you talking. 

“What was I supposed to do?” he asked a little defensively, “You didn’t tap out. You didn’t safe-word, I thought it was okay!” 

“I didn’t tap out?! Have you ever heard me tell him to stop like that?!” you shrilled incredulously, “You could have gotten up, gotten in between us. You could have punched him in the face, you could have done literally anything!”  Eddie was silent, and hung his head. Nodding with everything you threw at him, knowing you were right. 

“When was I supposed to have tapped out, Ed?” you were getting breathless, trying not to work yourself up to tears again, “And even if I said his safe-word, do you really think he would have stopped? You saw how he looked, he was fucking wild.”  Eddie shook head head no.  “You should have done something,” you said, “You should have known better.” 

“Can I hold you?” he asked, after a moment of silence. You nodded and he gently pulled you into him, the smell of his skin filled your nose as you did your best to relax into his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve done something. I should have stood up for you,” he said, kissing the top of your head, “I wanted to. I was scared, I didn’t want – I didn’t want to make it worse.” 

“I know,” you said, tears pricking your eyes again, “I know. I’m sorry, too. I’m not mad at you, I’m just – you know.”

“I know,” he said, putting his hand against your face, leaning you further into his chest. 

“I thought it was just gonna be a fun night,” you said, your voice getting groggy again, “Like, ‘ha ha, yeah lets make her cum until she cries,’ like the normal shit you both do.” 

Eddie started rocking you back and forth in the dark of the bedroom, “So did I, I thought we were just gonna see who could make you cum the hardest.”

You nodded, letting him rock you in silence, trying to steady your breathing. 

“It obviously would’ve been me,” Eddie muttered. You sniffled and let out a muffled laugh, he really couldn’t help himself. You pulled back in his arms a little, starting to feel more sure of yourself, more aware of your surroundings. The feeling of Eddie’s heart beat against your chest had steadied your own. 

You felt sticky, remembering how Steve had left you after he finished. 

“There’s no way I can do a bath tonight,” you said, looking up at him, “But I need to take a shower–” 

“Okay, let me get that started for you,” Eddie said, starting to turn towards the door. 

“No, no,” you said, “I don’t want you to come in with me.” 

Eddie frowned but tried to hide his disappointment, “I understand.” 

“But I do want you to stay in the bathroom so we can talk,” you said, grinning a little, “Because I saw Vickie in Family Video the other night and I’ve been dying to tell you about it.” 

“I thought she moved to Indianapolis after high school?” he asked, very interested in the gossip. 

“She sure did,” you said knowingly, “But Robin sure didn’t.” 

“While I’m very excited for your tale-telling,” he started, pulling you back in close to him, “I need you to know how much I love you.”  

“I love you, too,” you said, “Like you said, we need to have a big talk about boundaries.” 

“For sure,” he nodded, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Eddie put his hand to your cheek and looked in your eyes, “And you know I love gossip as much as the next girl, but if you just want to gossip so you don’t have to talk about how you’re feeling then you need to tell me that.” 

“Stop knowing me and what I’m about, Munson,” you muttered sarcastically, “I will talk about my feelings when I’m ready to talk about them.” 

He rolled his eyes as you guided him by the hand to the bathroom. He gave you a once over, visibly upset at the state of your lower body – but it was definitely in the line of something Dr. Munson could get taken care of. He helped you take off the catholic school skirt that was now stained with fluids and blood. 

“What do you want me to do with this?” he asked. You surveyed the fabric in his hands, the night flashed in your mind. 

“Ugh, burn it,” you said, stepping into the shower. 

“Aw, okay,” Eddie glumly answered, tossing it into the corner of the room. He sat on the toilet seat, listening to you hiss and whimper at the feeling of the water hitting your wounds. 

“Are you sure you don’t ne–” 

“So, I saw Vickie at Family Video and she –” 

“Babe,” Eddie interrupted, “Come on.” 

You poked your head out from behind the shower curtain, “Let me level with you, Munson. I’m going on record here to officially add gossiping in the bathroom with you as part of my explicit aftercare routine. Now you are literally obligated to talk shit about Vickie at Family Video with me.”

“I don’t think that, that’s really helpful or constructive after something like this. You need to heal–” 

“Talking shit about Vickie is incredibly healing for me,” you sassed, “I’m feeling more healed already.”

Eddie rested his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes, “You’re so impossible.”

This was a few nights ago. 

By now you had healed up a bit, you could sit down semi comfortably on soft surfaces. The bruises on your face from where Steve grabbed you were fading. Eddie expertly tricked you into talking through your feelings over dinner last night, under the guise of asking for advice about a friend and his girl who were in a fight. 

All that was missing was Steve. He had stayed with his parents over the weekend, calling the morning after the incident to let Eddie know where he was. It was a long phone call that you only heard Eddie’s side of: a lot of shushing and cooing, a lot of firm words, a lot of ‘I know’s.  

“He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry,” Eddie said when he hung up, “He’s gonna say it in person, of course, but he wanted me to let you know that he knows what he did and he’s sorry.” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you bitterly responded.  

Around mid-morning, you and Eddie were in the living room watching whatever trashy talk show was on TV. Both huddled up drinking coffee, his black, yours a dark caramel color with sugar. It had been a quiet, but blissful couple of days – Eddie making you meals, taking you out on dates, renting movies, stealing an orgasm or two out of you over the kitchen counter. 

You heard the car pull in and you tensed, hearing the car door open and shut – you could count the steps it took to get from the driveway to the front door, his keys jingling in time with his walk.  “It’s okay,” Eddie said, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “You’re okay.” He got up and got to the door, opening it before Steven put his keys in. 

Eddie leaned on the doorframe, blocking your view of him, “Hey, Harrington.” 

“Can I see my girl?” Steve asked, stepping to the side of him to get through the door. Eddie side stepped to get in front of him. 

“Woah, woah, slow down there,” Eddie said, putting a hand on his chest to keep him in the door frame. You slinked over to the stair case, across from the door, going up a few steps so you could see Steve over Eddie’s head. You leaned your good hip on the bannister with your arms crossed. 

“It’s okay, Ed,” you said, emotionless. You stared down the slope of your nose at him, a pointed look you’d picked up from him over the years. 

Steve looked at you on the stairs, his face contorted with longing. He gave you a once over, seeing you in sweatpants and his old, battered, Hawkins Phys Ed t-shirt. Your little white socks covering your feet. 

“Hi,” he said weakly, stumbling into the house, “Hi, baby.” 

Eddie closed the door behind him, hawk-eyed at Steve while the boy slipped his shoes off and hung his coat on the coat rack. 

“Hi, Harrington,” you replied. 

“Can–can we talk?” he asked, standing at the base of the steps. 

“Hm,” you replied, keeping a steely gaze on him.  “Please?” he begged, “I wanted to–” 

“We can talk,” you interrupted. You nodded your head over to the living room at Eddie who took the hint. 

“You sure you want to be alone with him?” he asked. The question made Steve’s heart drop, his chest feeling tight at the idea that you might be scared of him.

“I’ll be fine,” you said, putting your eyes back on Steve, “Come on.” 

You stalk slowly up the stairs while he followed behind. You got in the bedroom and stood in the mirror, inspecting yourself while he entered, shutting the door behind him. He kept it unlocked. 

You looked over at him, his shoulders curved in, looking less confident than he had in months. 

“You wanna see what you did?” you asked, your voice covered in malice. 

He step closer to you with a hand outstretched to touch your waist. You flinched at his movement. 

“No baby, please,” a tear fell from his eye, “Please don’t be scared of me.” 

“How can I not be?” you asked, the hurt in your chest matching his. You delicately took down down your sweatpants and underwear, raising up the fabric of his t-shirt to your waist. You turned around. 

“Look at what you did to me, Steve.” 

Steve let out a small gasp while he looked the aftermath of his anger, getting on his knees to inspect it. Even a few days later, it looked just absolutely wretched. Where there wasn’t crudely wrapped gauze on your thighs (thanks, Eddie), there was dark purple and reddened bruising, raised welts, and clear imprints of the studs on Eddie’s belt still finding their way out of your skin. He put his hands on your hips, heart absolutely aching, more tears spilling out of him. He bit his lip to keep from crying harder, but it was hard. This wasn’t like him, he’d never hurt you like this, he never wanted to hurt you like this. 

“Oh, baby I…I’m so–” 

You turned around and looked down at him, tears falling from your eyes too, “The parts where you broke skin, Steve? They bled for two days. Two days.” 

“What happened?” you asked, desperate for answers. 

“I got st-stuck,” he said, still on his knees looking up at you. He rested his hands on the backs of your calves, “I just, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t c-control it.”  “That’s your whole job, Steven!” you scolded, “It’s your job to stay in control.” 

“I know, I know,” he choked out, he wrapped his arms around the backs of your knees, his chest against the tops of your thighs, “I’m sorry, and I know that’s not enough but I need you to know how sorry I am.” 

“I h-had to stay at my folks cause I was – I didn’t think you wanted to see me,” he cried out, “I wouldn’t wanna see me either.” 

You ran a hand through his hair, his pretty brown eyes shining up at you. His lips were tinted red from all the emotion in his face. Your gaze narrowed again like it did on the stairs, “You did all that and just left. You left me there for Eddie to fix. You know he’s so gentle and he just doesn’t know h–,” you stumbled, your lip wobbling, breaking down, “You’re the only one who can make me feel better after you hurt me. I wanted you and you left me.” 

He took your hand from out of his hair and kissed the pads of your fingers, grabbing the smallest part of your waist, “Baby, I’ll never leave you again, I promise.” 

“I’ll never leave you again,” he repeated breathily, standing up and pulling you close to him. He put a hand to your cheek, his thumb sliding over a fading bruise from where he held you in place to tell Eddie who you belonged to. Steve’s heart sunk even lower, his eyes shutting tight, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I never leave marks like that on you,” he said, his breaths shuddering with each rise of his chest, “I’m always so careful not t-not to be so rough.” 

“I love you so much, I never want you to think that I,” he gritted his teeth, trying to stop crying, “That I like hurting you. I don’t want you to think that this was what I wanted to do.” 

“I know it’s not,” you cried back, “But you did.” 

He kissed you, wet and apologetic, one hand on your cheek the other on the side of your neck. His tongue brushed against your mouth and you let him deepen the kiss, you hands glided through his hair and down to his shoulders, you clawed at him desperately. He lifted you at the waist, not breaking the kiss as he delicately laid you back on the mattress. Your pooled up pants on your feet slid off in the process. 

“Is this okay? Does this hurt?” he asked over you, your noses touching. Arousal revved in your belly. 

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, kissing him back fervently. He was cautious crawling over you, his fingertips sliding from your neck, over your breast, and down your sternum before reaching under your thin t-shirt. You let out a soft, audible breath as his warm fingers played over your waist. 

“This is my favorite on you,” he smiled between kisses, “My little gym girl.” 

You pulled broke the kiss, blushing, “I kept wearing it in case–” 

You covered your face, “Ugh, it’s so lame.”  “No, no, tell me,” he smiled, “In case what?” 

Your hands left your face and cupped his, “I wanted to have it on when you came home, so I just kept wearing it. I made Eddie wash it like, every night.” You giggled at how ridiculous you sounded.

“Oh no,” Steve giggled with you, “He hates laundry.” 

“It’s just cause he’s bad at it,” you said, caressing him. 

“He’s awful at it,” Steve agreed, leaning in to kiss you again. He pushed your shirt up, his lips capturing yours one last time before leaving feathery kisses and licks on your neck. He kissed your collar bone, and further down, looking up at you after each one.  “I’m sorry,” he said, after leaving a wet kiss on the end of your ribcage. 

Further down, “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” at your hip, you gasped, your thighs squeezing.

“Please, let me make it up to you,” he said, kneeling again at the end of the bed, your legs bent over the edge. 

You sat up and rested back on your elbows, looking down at him with a wicked grin, “Do you deserve it?” 

“No, Miss,” he replied obediently, “But I’d love to make you feel better, if you’ll let me.” 

Lust poured down your chest, the way he spoke reminding you of a night last year where he let you be his domme. A night he goes back to often when he jacks off in the shower. 

Your legs parted a little and he helped you with the rest, letting his lips rest on a more healed looking bruise on the back of your thigh. His thumb ran up your closed lips, getting so slick that a soft suction-y pop sounded when he parted them with his fingertips. 

When Steve took his time, he was divine at eating pussy. You wouldn’t even want to lower it to eating pussy, he worshipped pussy. You looked down at him as his tongue slid over your hood, teasing before pulling the skin back to get to his prize. 

“O-ooh my God,” you moaned out, “Oh, that feels so good, baby.” 

Eddie liked to play with his food, where Steve was precise, sucking and licking where he knew you’d react the hardest next – like playing with that light up hand held Simon game, the next point of action glowing for him to follow suit. He moved his head with each dip and roll of his tongue, switching from looking up at you to looking where to go next. 

“Fuck, I love how you taste,” he muttered, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” 

The soft roughness in his voice when he got excited made you shiver, your thighs twitching. You felt him start to ease a finger into you. 

“Steve, no,” you whined. He stopped immediately, looking up at you with worried eyes. 

“Oh no, princess, did I hurt you?” he asked. 

“No, I just,” you blushed, “I want more than your fingers.” 

He let out a soft ‘huh,’ and smiled, his tongue running along the back of his teeth. He stood up, unfastening his belt, but then stopping to look at you. 

“Would you–” he hesitated, “Will you close your eyes for me, while I take all this off? I don’t want you to see me with a belt in my hands right now.” 

You nodded, your heart swelling at his consideration of your feelings. Not that it would have crossed your mind, but knowing he cared made you swoon. You opened your eyes again at the feeling of him crawling over you.  “Tell me you want this,” he said before leaning in to give you a slow, deep kiss. 

“I want this,” you said, “I want to do this with you.” 

He eased into you, slippery against your slickness, a complete change from the last time he was inside you.  “Fuck,” he whispered, his head dropping at the feeling of you around him. Your legs sprung up to give him more leverage into you, your relaxed muscles giving way to stretch your skin easily over your legs. Pleasure overrode your pain ten fold. Steve’s cock was made for you. 

He held himself up on one forearm, the other on your cheek, looking up to keep eye contact with you. His strokes were slow and deliberate, hitting your g-spot with ease each time. It felt sweet and salacious. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, “I feel like I don’t tell you that enough.” 

You smiled, kissing him, “No, you’re always callin’ me names.” 

“I’m not gonna call you names for a long time,” he said, “Not unless you ask.” 

Your head lolled back with a moan as his hips shifted, putting himself deeper inside you, “God, that’s good. Just like that.” 

He couldn’t help but smirk at hearing your moans, he quickened his paced just slightly, hearing the squelch of your soaked pussy accommodating his thrusts. 

“Jeeesus,” he grunted back, breaths getting ragged, “God, you’re so perfect.” 

He slowed for a moment, looking down at you, “Can we do it more like this?” 

You cocked your head, “Like what?” 

“Can it just be nice, can we do it like this more often?” 

“Oh baby, of course,” you replied, “Yeah, we can do it like this.” 

“Do you like it?” he asked, “Is it good for you? I want it to be good for you.” 

You slowly rolled your hips against him, “Your cock is always good for me.”  You flashed him that look that made him melt, mischievous but innocent. He could read you like a book, knowing what he could say next. 

“Ooh, did you miss your Daddy?” he asked, his pace quickening again. A symphony of breathy moans flew from your throat.

“Mmm,” you whined, “I missed you so much, Daddy.” 

“But,” you started, your voice back to normal, he slowed down again, “You have a long way to go, until everything’s okay.”  “I know, baby,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, “I’ll do everything I can.” 

It definitely was a shorter romp than you were used to, but Steve hadn’t made love to you in a while. (At least that was his excuse: ‘It’s just different baby, there’s something about it. You know there’s fucking and then there’s making love and when I’m so in it – I – ugh – please tell me you finished. I’m so embarrassed.’) Of course you finished, you always did. 

After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, and another long string of apologies from Steve, you both got dressed. You slipped out of the bedroom door together, pulled into another deep kiss at the stair landing. Eddie was at the bottom of the stairs, his arms crossed and his shoulders hunched over, a fake angry look on his face, “So you just fucked without me, huh?” 

You and Steve looked at each other and back at Eddie, “Uhh…I…ye…we uh..” 

Eddie straightened up and clasped his hands together, “You know, I do so much for this family,” his voice amping up the dramatics, “And I can’t even get like, an ‘Oh Eddie, come up here so I can give you a thank you blow job, you really earned it! It’s like I’m not even here!” 

“No, no, poor thing,” you cooed, hurrying down the stairs into his arms, “No, you definitely deserve a ‘thank you’ blow job!” 

“I didn’t mean from you,” he said, closing one arm around you, locking eyes with Steve, “You gave plenty of those while King Steve went to go find himself.” 

Steve smirked back at him while he sauntered down the stairs, quickly encircled by Eddie’s free arm. 

“We can have our play time later. It’ll be allll about Eddie,” Steve said to him, you heard them kiss above your head. 

“Oh yeah, so different from any other day,” your sarcasm was biting. Eddie let go and the three of you headed into the living room, the TV still on some trashy talk show. 

“So, Stevie,” Eddie started, “I saw Vickie at Family Video a couple days ago–”  Steve gasped, a shocked smile spreading across his open mouth, “You didn’t! Was Robin working? She didn’t even tell me about this.” 

“Are you joking?!” you interjected, “This is not his story! I saw Vickie at Family Video. C’mon Ed, my favorite part is his shocked reaction, you stole my thunder!” 

“You know I tell stories better, sweet thing,” he said with a shrug, falling back into the arm chair next to the couch, “It’s why I’m still a Dungeon Master after all these years.” 

“You’re still a Dungeon Master because you’re a nerd, give me a break,” you said, easing yourself on to the couch. 

“Okay, okay,” Steve said, standing in front of the TV, waving his hands at both of you, “Both of you shut up. Someone, please God, tell me about Vickie at Family Video.”

[makur0]

OK HI FEMSTARS ANON HERE!!! can i req femstars!mayoi sitting on her gfs face until she’s overstimulated? thank you and have a good day ^_____^!

“I really want to try it…”

synopsis — it’s known that your girlfriend keeps her wants and needs to herself. but how do you react when she wants to sit… on your face? [femstars! mayoi ayase x fem! reader]

content warning — nsfw, mdni. sub? mayoi, face sitting, overstimulation, praise

author’s note — first femstars! I’m really excited about this cause it’s also my first subby character, which I’m literally drooling for… (RUSHED)

word count — 824

YOU KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP AS SOON AS YOU SAW HER.

Even in your tired state as you picked up your girlfriend, Mayoi Ayase, from idol practice, you noticed her uncertainty when she didn’t meet your gaze, or when she hesitated when she embraced you.

The car ride home was quiet too, Mayoi scrunched over as she gazed out the window while you drifted into your headspace, your body going on autopilot as you drove the both of you home.

“Can I  —”

“Uh, hm?” You jerked yourself out of your thoughts, turning to the purple-haired female. She twisted her slender fingers together, her chin trembling. “What’s up?’

“I-” Mayoi started, secretly glad that you couldn’t see her flushed face. “I want...”

“Of course,” You answered immediately, making her scrunch her face in embarrassment and frustration. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“It’s not- really a material matter,” She laughed anxiously, her heartbeat quickening as you pulled into the driveway of your shared house. “It’s something from you...”

“What is it then?”

Mayoi took a deep breath, then let everything rush out. “IwantyoutoletmesitonyourfaceIknowI’mdisgustingandterribleand-”

“Whoa, whoa,” You calmed down the nearly-hyperventilating idol. “Hon, relax. And don’t degrade yourself like that.”

She internally wailed. Why out of all things she understands that?!

“M’sorry if I sould weird and creepy and all,” She mumbled. “But I really really really wanna try... uhm... face-sitting?”

Your face turned slack, a blush rising in your cheeks. Of course, Mayoi instantly freaked out and started ranting out an apology, but her voice was drowned out by your thoughts.

“Y-you really want to...?”

“Agh! O-of course we don’t have to! I’m sorry for bringing this up...” She trailed off with a whine, tugging at her braid.

Then, something completely unexpected happened. An excited yell came out of you, slapping your hands against the car wheel which activated the horn, thoroughly scaring your girlfriend. 

“Of course!” You cheered, your joyous expression aloof. “I can’t believe that you’re initiating something like this, ‘cause I was worried you weren’t ready! Oh, honey, yes!! FUCK YEAH, MY GIRLFRIEND’S NOT A VAN-”

“I- s-shh...” She tried to calm you down, trying to avoid angry neighbors at their door tomorrow morning. “Please...?”

“Oop- haha, sorry,” You let out an apologetic laugh. “But of course, sweetheart, I’m so glad you’re opening up. Just let me get settled then we’ll do it, m’kay?”

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“A-are you sure I won’t suffocate you??”

You let out a chuckle, your breath tickling Mayoi’s exposed thighs. The both of you were stripped down to your garments, the other’s underwear sitting next to you on the bed. For somebody who suggested this, she sure was reluctant to actually set herself on you.

Trailing kisses on her inner thighs, you smiled to yourself as she let out a shaky exhale. “C’mon, hon. You suggested this, so it’s up to you now. You can back out anytime, though.”

Mayoi really couldn’t take you seriously as she was staring at you, your lusty gaze on her exposed sex making her feeling slightly embarrassed... and aroused.

It took a few minutes, which felt like hours to you, but she finally drifted close enough to your mouth for you to stick your tongue out and prod at her clit. A muffled moan left her, and immediately your lower gaze was blacked out as Mayoi sat and even grinded herself against your mouth, her voice rising.

Immediately matching with her pace, you wrapped your arms around her legs and dug right in, your nose tickling your clit as you shoved your tongue into her hole. Much to your surprise unhinged moans left your girlfriend instead of squeaky, muffled ones you imagined (shh she don’t have to know about your sessions), but however they came out it was pure golden music to your ears.

Mayoi was now downright humping your face, her eyes glued shut as she viciously chased her orgasm. She didn’t have the need to be so enclosed around you, so she let her ‘dark, disgusting’ self take the wheel. And to be completely honest, it felt so good...

A hummed moan left her, and you felt her tighten around her tongue and her legs jerk around your grip. You slowed your pace in consideration for the female, but she had other plans. She kept her wild pace, if not faster, and grinded against your face through her orgasm into overstimulation, her moans high-pitched and needy.

And holy fuck was this hot to you. If you knew about your girlfriend’s freaky side before, you really wouldn’t have felt guilty or weird trying out unusual things whenever you were home alone. The rising question on your mind was how on earth she hid it so easily.

“Mhph~! Uhuu...” The female panted, her back arching as she stubbornly powered through the overstimulation and sliding back into pleasure. “Yes yes yes~”

Her boldness was really making you feel insecure. But you couldn’t deny how hot it was. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Bad Bad Girl

Media: The Maze Runner (2014)

Character: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Couple: Newt X Reader

Rating: Smut!

Concept: When you disobey the second in command

Smut: fondling / groping / fingering / spanking / full sex / semi consenting / punishment / 'bad girl' & 'good girl' / obeying

I laid peacefully, on the small handmade mattress made of tattered old rags stuffed in bags and laid on the concrete floor. Only one single blanket over me to keep out any chill that could come my way but that was fine it was already warm. The little sunlight that managed to slip in thought my curtians not yet enough to force open my eyes. The heat of the glade already getting to me a little. I just held my pillow close trying to stay in the sweet release of sleep. 

I heard the door but I ignored it.

I heard the door again but still I paid it no attention I knew who it was and what he wanted but I was just too tried. 

No third knock came instead the door to my little guy was simply opened.

"I tried to be a gentleman. And you ignored me." He says shutting my door again as he was now inside

"Ummmm go away newt" I groaned turning away 

"No. You have to get that adorable butt our of that bed love. Alby will literally. Throw you in the slammer if your late to work again"

"I don't care. I'm so tried" I pouted still not opening my eyes 

"I offered to be your alarm clock. Do you know the verbal, sometimes physical abuse I suffer as your alarm clock? Just because I have to get your adorable butt our of that bed" 

"Please newt. Five more minutes" I plead 

"Five more minutes? Then you'll get up?'

"Yes"

"You promise me?"

"I promise newt now let me sleep"

"You can have five more minutes. On one condition"

"What condition?" I sighed 

"Your usual."

"Fine" I sighed getting myself cosy for my extra five minutes and immediately I felt him climbing onto my bed pulling the covers away a little so he could also slip under them pressing his body against my back 

"Ummm, this all you wore all night?"

"I was hot"

"I should have come over earlier" he smirked giving my jaw a couple small kisses as he wrapped his arms around me, it didn't take a second not even hiding his true intentions as each of his large, thin, slightly dirty hands took my breasts thought my small shirt and nothing else of course. He squeezed them, groped them, fondled them in his hands enjoying himself intensity "hummm there getting bigger love"

"Well someone insist on playing with them" I sighed 

"You wanted the extra minutes. So I get to have a grope of the only girls sexy tits" he smirked 

I ignored him and got some rest but soon enough

"Love. Come on it's been five minutes." he warns climbed out my bed 

"Ummmm no."

"No?"

"No newt"

"Love. You get that butt out that bed this minute. Or else."

"Or else what? You'll tell Alby on me" I sighed turning to lay on my stomach getting cosy in my warm bed for a moment I thought he had left but I felt the bed shift again and he moved me so my knees sat on the mattress and my hips up "ummmm newt what are you doing?" I groaned not really awake enough to fully argue 

"Bad bad girl" he smirked firmly slapping my ass thought the one thin sheet 

"Uhh! Newt!" I complain trying to move away but he stopped me

"Oh no you don't. Your staying here with me love" he smirked "you where a bad bad girl. And your going to get a spanking" he smirked giving me another form slap "you promised me. Only five more minutes. You promised didn't you?"

"I did"

"And you broke your promise" he says pushing the covers away leaving me in just my panties and my shirt "and that's a very naughty thing to do" he smirked giving my ass a hard spank, and again, and again and again each time getting harder, more aggressive, leaving me to whine but he didn't care for my whines

"Newt"

"Well maybe of you behaved yourself I wouldn't have to punish you. But clearly you don't learn from the slammer or from taking away breakfast and dinner so. Maybe you'll learn this way" he smirked spanking me again, my skin no doubt now turning red and very sore. "Hummm maybe we should see how bad she's been" he smirked taking a grip of my panties and janking them down leaving me exposed to him as he no doubt looked at my little red and brusied butt from his spanks 

"Newt please it-"

"Awww does it hurt love? Maybe you shouldn't have been so bad then." He smirked slapping my ass hard then pushing my cheeks apart giving them another Spank clearly enjoying to watch them jiggle without my panties in the way "you gonna get up love?"

"Yes"

"Right now?"

"Yes I promise newt"

"I don't know if I trust your promises anymore"

"I promise. I promise. I promise."

"Alright love. And every morning when I come to wake you up we won't have this discussion again?"

"No we won't"

"Good girl" he smirked giving my poor sore cheek a kiss and a pinch making me flinch trying to lay flat but he pulled me up again "oh no you don't. Were not done love" he growled slipping his fingers inside me

"Newt!"

"Awww perfect. I was worried we might have had to do something pleasurable for my bad bad girl" he smirked moving his hands away and within a couple of seconds he pressed himself against me this time his pants where undone and his hard shaft pressed against me and soon enough he slipped inside me

"Uhh newt!" I gasped 

"Shhhh don't want the boys knowing about how I punish my bad bad girl. They might get in on it too" he smirked spanking me again before taking a grip of my hips moving fast and hard at times burying my head into my pillow I bit on the pillow doing my best not to scream as he moved so hard and fast I knew how close I was and he pulled my hair hard forcing me enough he could nuzzle into my neck and I was basically sat on his lap or close enough "awww you close love?" He slyly chuckled and I nodded "you wanna cum?" He asks and again I nodded "humm I really shouldn't let you cum. You where such a bad girl." He smirked pulling my shirt down to get at my breasts grouping them as he moved "hummm I'll let you cum love. So long as you promise you won't fight with me. When I come to get you out of bed you get out of bed. No arguments. We clear?"

"Yes" I gasped

"Yes what love?" He smirked playing with my nipples a little twisting and rubbing them to torcher me more 

"Yes newt" 

"Good girl" he smirked "what are you gonna do love?"

"Ill her up when I'm told. I won't argue."

"Or else?"

"Or else the second in command will come and punish me"

"Ummm that's my girl" he smirked "then again you did start acting like a little brat. It would be much more fun for me" he smirked nibbling at my neck between words and then licking a line up my cheek "you can cum. So long as your a good little girl" he smirked moving a hand away from mt breast to storke my clit and it did take long before I hit my wave of pleasure screaming even if he put a hand over my mouth I know I squirted a little feeling it running out of me but he pushed me forward holding my hips hard and being merciless on me often groaning under his breath "uhhh shuck. Love. Uuughhhh!" He groans burying himself as deep inside me as he could, when he pulled out I was left my face in my pillow my sore ass in the air slowly leaking his seed as he got up and did his pants back up wiping some sweat from his forehead with the sleave of his hoodie "you going to get up now?" 

"Yes newt" I nodded climbing out of bed doing my best to get dressed with him watching me 

"Good girl. Maybe if your good and get all your work done I'll come tuck you in tonight" he winked 

I nodded getting my bra and my shirt on looking for a fresh pair of panties and he smirked coming over putting his foot between my feet and his hand between my legs stroking my clit and even slipping two fingers inside me "not a word to the boys about this?" He asks I didn't answer trying not to melt into the pleasure of being touched so much on my overstimulated clit "love. As we agreed. Not a word to the boys. No matter how sore your cute little butt is, or how much is… leaking out of you. Not a word. Or they might all want a bit of my bad bad girl" he smirked "we clear?"

"Yes newt"

"Good. Get to work" he says "I will be checking. Your not at your station in the kitchens in five minutes… hummm I'm doing it again." He smirked "so?"

"Work. Five minutes"

"Good girl" he smirked giving my head a kiss and talk his hand away and heading out of my hut.

I took a breath after all that. 

But I suppose I should be use to it by now. 

Newts treated me like that almost as soon as I arrived in the glade. I was his love. His little girl. And he would punish and reward me accordingly even if the two where slightly interchangeable. 

I knew of be in more trouble but I couldnt stop my yawns and admittedly the throbbing between my legs, so I threw my shirt of and climbed back into bed getting cosy again often times softly rubbing on my clit. I didn't at all keep track of time in my lazy pleasurable state. Until I saw my door open and close again newt not looking to happy.

He saw me still in bed and noticed my shirt was gone he smirked moving to the foot of my bed and ripping the sheet away revealing what I had spent the last five minutes doing which only made his smirk grow as he pushed off his holster that he had clearly picked up since he went out and unlaced his pants 

"I warned you love" he smirked climbing back into my bed and pinning himself ontop of me "bad bad girl" he growled burying his head in my neck.

[jisungsmochi]

nct dream reaction to you displaying affection infront of the other members

finally back with another reaction! i tried my best to suit each scenario with the member,, i hope you enjoy reading it! 

mark:

i don’t think he would mind

but he’d just be surprised

so when you hug him and pepper him with kisses (after not having seen him in weeks) infront of the dreamies

(you didn’t know they were all watching)

mark’s face washed completely pink

“why are you being weird? kiss me back” you whine, still not realising the others were there

until haechan let out a mischievous chuckle

“oh shit” both you and mark muttered

you quickly pulled away from mark, trying your best to ignore what had just occurred

but that wasn’t easy,, haechan was a menace

the rest of the night was filled with light teasing

“markie! come kiss me” haechan would exaggerate pouted lips

you and mark tried to ignore it, simply opting for mark’s arm to be slung around you as you sat next to him

once you were both able to get some alone time

mark was all over you,, literally,, would not get off you

“i’m sorry about before, here is your kiss now!” he would giggle as he lightly pecked your lips

it was nice to have him in your arms again

renjun:

doesn’t seem like the one to initiate affection in general, unless you are both alone

the dreamies invited you over for lunch, in which you kindly accepted

you sat next to renjun at the table, munching on the delicious food they had set out

everything was going great, the atmosphere was up and everyone was having a great time

you noticed that renjun had some sauce (HOT SAUCE) on the side of his mouth

you quickly pulled his face to meet yours, ignoring the looks of the other boys

“ah let me clean you up” you mumbled to yourself, wiping off the sauce with your napkin before leaning in to peck his lips out of habit

it was a normal thing to do between you and renjun

he would have done the same to you

but definitely NOT infront of the members

you immediately widened your eyes after the kiss, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day

“i want to make a joke but i don’t want renjun to kill me” jeno chimed in

renjun glared at all of them, he knew how flustered you were

so he tried to change the subject, calming you down by gently resting his hand on your thigh

he gave it a small squeeze before leaning over to whisper to you “thankyou for keeping our little ritual, babe. i will make it up to you when we’re alone”

jeno:

it wouldn’t be unusual for the members to see jeno pecking your cheeks or having his arm around your waist

but it was unusual when they saw you quite literally attack jeno with cuddles and kisses when you thought no one else was at the dorms

before jeno could even give you a heads up, you engulfed him in a warm hug, kissing his forehead repeatedly

“i love youuuu” *kiss* “more than anything!” *kiss*

jeno was enjoying it way too much to even notice the other members standing to the side

renjun let out a loud cough, signalling the group’s presence

you literally froze in your place, hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest

“oh hey guys, care to join us?” jeno snickered, knowing it was only making you more embarrassed

renjun and haechan both pretended to vomit

jaemin took a step towards you guys, mark having to stop him

“please just keep the pda to a level 1 when we’re here, we don’t need to know what happens during lovey dovey time” mark sighed as the rest of the boys joined you on the couch

you still had your head hidden in jeno’s chest, not wanting to face them

jeno only chuckled softly, pulling you to his side, stroking your hair as the boys changed the subject completely, now setting up for a competitive game of mario kart

“you’re so cute, i love you” jeno whispered so the other’s couldn’t hear

“i love you too” you muttered, ears heating up

haechan:

he messaged you that he had just returned from schedules, asking you to keep him company for the night as he wound down from his long day

you didn’t think much of it, rushing to his room once you had arrived

you practically jumped into his bed, giving him smooches left, right and centre

he was basking in all the glory of having you with him

but when chenle and jisung walk into the room, ready to ask haechan to play some games with them

they didn’t expect to see you on top of him

you loudly screeched once you heard them knock on the door

hitting your head on haechan’s headboard

the two boys scurried off, probably already telling jaemin and jeno what they had just witnessed

“oh god i can never show my face here again! those two twats are gonna make it seem like we were...gonna do it!” you cry dramatically

“wait so we aren’t gonna do it?” your boyfriend tried his best to light up the mood

earning a loud slap from you to his shoulder

you weren’t the type to initiate affection in general, so haechan couldn’t help but enjoy how flustered you were

eventually you both forgot about it, cuddling as you caught up on eachother’s days

there was another series of knocks at the door, this time jaemin and jeno entering

“uh y/n, we know you miss haechan a lot these days, but can you please lock the door if you’re gonna have se-“

“WE WEREN’T DOING ANYTHING!” you groan in frustration, hiding your face with a pillow

haechan just sat and giggled, way too entertained with the entire situation

he couldn’t have felt more proud

so this is what you get for showing affection...

jaemin:

adores you so much, even more when you initiate affection

but never pressures you to kiss / hug him or anything, he just lets you do it when you please

you were hanging out with the 00 line, deciding to go on a walk to the pier and have ice cream

all was going well, jaemin held your hand tightly as always

the others trailing behind you both, making comments like:

“we get ittttt, you two are the cutest couple ever, dont need to rub it in!”

“atleast they haven’t kissed yet!”

you smirked to yourself, knowing they were only teasing

jaemin pulled you closer to him, telling you to ignore them

you shook your head, an idea coming to mind

you show your boyfriend a mischievous smile, pulling his face closer to yours as you both stop in the middle of the walkway

“let’s give them a show” you didn’t give jaemin enough time to react before you pressed your lips against his

jaemin’s hands immediately attached to your waist, pulling you into him as he smirked into the kiss

he was just as shocked as the rest but who was he to deny a kiss from you?

he didn’t want to admit it but he was enjoying this way too much

haechan was ready to leave right then and there

renjun just shook his head, wanting nothing more than for you two to stop making out in public

jeno couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight  

you finally pull away from jaemin, sending the boys a shy smile before taking jaemin’s hand and skipping off with him

jaemin couldn’t help but lick his lips after, wanting to kiss you once more

“they are gross, but somehow it’s endearing” jeno shrugged, leading the two grossed out boys to the ice cream parlour

chenle:

i feel like he enjoys affection, but isn’t usually the one to initiate it himself

you’d both be sitting with the other members, playing board games or something

you would lean closer to him, rubbing your shoulders together

or gently pushing loose strands of hair from his face

he enjoyed small touches like that, but when you decide that you want a kiss from him, he freezes

“please, just one?” you whispered, completely ignoring the game at this point

he felt his ears heat up, feeling the eyes of his members on him now

he was having an internal debate 

of course he wanted to kiss you, but he was always the one who would tease his members if they did anything like this 

karma was going to get him real good

“r-right now?” you nod eagerly

he nodded back, leaning closer to you as you finally pressed your lips on his

a choir of moans and groans from the other members erupted

chenle immediately pulled away, feeling slightly embarrassed but also enjoying the feeling of kissing you

he started getting cocky when the other members began expressing their disgust

“you guys are just jealous that i’m getting kissed and you’re not” he huffs

“you wish! you two are disgustingly adorable” jisung rolls his eyes, earning laughter from everyone at the table

the board game resumed, jisung still having a distasteful look on his face

“i hope i didn’t embarrass you too much” you mumble to your boyfriend

“i don’t get embarrassed, love” he cheekily grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you rolled the die for your turn

jisung:

my shy baby boy

pls he would combust the first time you ever held hands

you knew he felt uncomfortable at times with pda so you refrained from doing too much infront of others

but one day, you were just feeling extra cuddly and loving

and it happened to be the day of the weekly movie night with the members

you sat to jisung, playing with his hands gently as you tuned into the movie

you started to feel yourself drift off to sleep, slowly leaning your head into his shoulder

jisung would immediately freeze up, hoping the others wouldn’t notice

but they did

you subconsciously brought your arm to wrap around his torso, snuggling into his side

jisung’s face was as red as a tomato at this point, he didn’t want to push you off but he also felt the stares of the six other boys on him

“psstt, y/n” jisung whispered to you, gently stroking your hair as you felt your eyes flutter open

you quickly pulled away from jisung, after making eye contact with the rest of the group

“jisung, why did you wake them up? they looked so peaceful!” chenle teased, making jisung even more flustered than he already was

“i’m sorry, sung. it won’t happen again” you felt bad (kind of) since you knew how he didn’t want to be teased

jisung just shook his head, deciding to pull your head back to rest of his shoulder, and your arm to wrap around him once again

it took you by surprise to say the least 

“don’t stress, it’s about time we cuddle like this” he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly while ignoring the looks from his members

truth was, they all found it endearing how soft jisung got with you

their little baby was finally growing up!

jisung would feel proud of himself (and you) for finally displaying affection openly

it solidified that your relationship was the real deal!

[ijustwant2write]

Runaway-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @dialnfornoir​)

Masterlist

Summary: On her brisk walk home, (Y/N) witnesses a brutal Peaky Blinder attack, attempting to run away when Finn Shelby comes after her, only to sweep her off her feet.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood, fluff

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"Come on (Y/N), not even one drink? We won't even make you stay, just the one!" my friend moaned as I denied their proposal of going to the Garrison.

"You said that last time, and I ended up staying until early hours." I laughed.

They all put their hands together as they started begging. I also laughed at this, embarrassed by the attention that was suddenly on us.

"No, seriously. I have to be good with money this month. Thanks to you lot, I'm having to be frugal for the rent."

They sighed."Fine, we won't make you come. But you will be missed. Just get home safe, OK?"

"I will. You too, please don't get too drunk and end up sleeping outside."

"That was one time!"

I shook my head as we giggled, waving goodbye when I turned to walk home. We had just finished work, so it was still relatively light out; I would say it was less dangerous to walk alone, but we did live in Small Heath. Yawning after the long, boring shift, I adjusted my coat around me, trying to keep warm. All I wanted was a good dinner, get cleaned up and snuggle into bed, maybe read a few chapters of the book I had if my eyelids could stay open. I was only in my early twenties and already feeling like an old woman.

Home wasn't far, a good twenty minute walk, which could be a bad thing if it was raining, a lovely stroll if not. I lived in the better part of Small Heath (if there even was one), walking home from work had never been an issue. Until I heard the unfamiliar sounds of desperate begging and crying, as well as thumps and slaps of skin of skin contact. My eyes widened, heart beat accelerating when I realised someone was begging for their life. There was no other way home for me, I had to take this route. What I should have done was turn around to join my friends for that drink, but the natural human tendency to be curious took over. As I cautiously continued my way home, I couldn't help but glance down the alleyway behind a row of houses, spotting four young boys surrounding an older man, who looked like he was being beaten to a pulp by one of them. I froze, having never seen a brawl like this up close. It was as if I were delayed, somehow taking ages to register that I had to leave before they spotted me.

Unfortunately one of their heads snapped up to look at me, tapping his friends on the shoulder, pointing at me as he shouted for them to stop. My legs still wouldn't move, staring at the man who's face was soaked red with his own blood. It wasn't until one of the young men started approaching me that I sprinted away, suddenly terrified about what could happen to me.

I cursed myself for being such a bad runner, as well as the shoes I was wearing. My lungs were working incredibly hard, my throat drying up whilst my mind panicked as it tried to remember which way was home. I let out a scream as the boy grabbed me, crying out in pain when they pushed me against the brick wall. Attempting to scramble out of their hold was useless, they were pushing their whole weight on me, I had no escape.

"(Y/N)?" he said my name.

My eyes widened, realising who had a hold of me. It was Finn Shelby.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? We went to school together. You might not remember me, but we definitely did."

"Of course I remember you! You're Finn fucking Shelby.”

"Oh right."

"Please don't hurt me."

He looked confused."Hurt you? Why would I do that?"

"Well, you're currently pinning me against a wall, and I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe if I'm honest."

He glanced down, quickly pushing himself away from me. I tried to hide getting my breath back, letting out a quick cough. It seemed he wasn't going to hurt me, and he wasn't being sadistic about that phrase either.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

I slowly nodded, still wanting to be on the safe side.

"I remember you from school. Obviously changed a lot, though I have seen you from time to time."

"Right."

"Look, uh, what you saw back there, I need you to forget it."

"Finn," I was scared to say his name but I did anyway,"you almost killed him."

"You know I'm a Peaky Blinder, right?"

"How could I not? And are you trying to justify what you did?"

"(Y/N), he ran a brothel using children."

"Oh."

"I mean, you couldn't have known that, so I can see how that looks from a different perspective."

"Well, I totally agree with your actions then."

"I still need you to keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Um, of course."

"Where were you headed?"

This was the longest conversation I had ever had with Finn, with a Peaky Blinder. I briefly remember him as a child, you never do have specific memories at such a young age, though I probably played with him during break time.

"Home."

"Let me walk you."

"No, honestly it's fine, it's not far."

"I insist. Part of my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Part of your apology?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you out for drinks tomorrow."

I started thinking I might have been in a dream."Sorry?"

"Do you always act this surprised at what people say? A catch up drink."

"That's alright, really, if you're trying to make it up to me-"

"Come on, just one?"

It was like deja vu.

"If you're busy tomorrow, we can always go tonight. Yeah, you know what? Let's do that instead!"

"No, Finn, really I'm fine."

"I won't take no. Please, it'll be nice, I promise all I'm asking for is a drink."

I felt obligated to go, still in a bit of shock from what happened. But my friends were at the Garrison, if they saw me with Finn they would think I was ditching them, and what would it look like for me to be walking in with a Shelby?! However, I felt bad when I saw how happy Finn was; and even if he tried anything later I would undoubtedly slap him, I wasn't afraid of that (I tried to convince myself). When I agreed, his smile grew even bigger, instantly heading towards the pub.

I was trying to focus on what he was babbling on about, only my mind was preoccupied with the dreaded stares of my friends. That was one fo the worst things you could do as a girl, ditch your friends for a boy. Then there would be questions about how I met him, why didn't I tell them, why didn't I bring him along to drinks etc. I'd look like any other desperate girl that tried to cling onto the arm of any Shelby, desperate for a taste of the dangerous, gangsta life, even if it was just for one night.

As we walked in, I felt sick, immediately spotting my friends on their usual table they always tried to grab. They hadn't seen me yet, so I attempted to hide behind Finn, keeping my head down as we stood at the bar.

Finn was served first before anyone else."Whiskey Harry, and you?"

"Um, wine please."

"Just put them through the window, yeah?"

I was confused when we walked to the private room, it felt like I was trespassing. Though this gave me a good hiding place from my friends, chancing to glance back at them before disappearing. They still hadn't seen me.

Finn casually sat down, looking relaxed. I stood, not sure whether to join him, which was a stupid thing to think when he had invited me.

"Are you going to stand there the whole time?" he chuckled.

I said nothing as I sat down opposite him, not wanting to become trapped in the booth with him. I still wasn't sure what to say once seated, hating that this could become awkward at any second.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit shaken up still." he asked.

"I'm fine." I squeaked out, knowing he could see right through me.

"You're all nervous, what's wrong?" he smirked.

I sighed."My friends are out there."

"Oh, well go tell them to join us."

"No!" I snapped too quickly."Look, I said no to drinks earlier, hence why I was on my way home, and I was scared what they would think or feel if they saw me waltz in with you."

"Don't want to be seen with a Blinder?"

"No, just didn't want them to think I chose a boy over my friends."

He gave me a pointed look.

"And I guess it would seem strange if I suddenly walked back in with a Blinder."

"Why did you say no in the first place?"

"Because money is tight. That was another reason I was hesitant to come, honest."

"You're not paying (Y/N)."

"Oh, Finn-"

"No, because I literally get this stuff for free." the small window into the room opened."Speaking of."

He reached over and grabbed our drinks, handing mine to me before clinking the glasses together. Unlike Finn, who threw the whole drink back, I sipped on my wine, and god was it good. He slammed the glass back down onto the table, letting out a satisfied breath.

"So what have you been up to since school?"

"Well, I've got a job at this clothes shop, you might have passed it but we only deal with women’s clothing, so I doubt you’ve been in. Uh, I actually started there as a shop assistant after I left school, you know, running errands and doing the little things no one else wanted to do. Then they started giving me proper jobs, I’m also a book keeper now and-” I glanced at Finn, realising that I was rambling,“-sorry, I’m talking too much.”

“No, no you’re not.” he chuckled, waving a hand in the air.

“Long story short, I work in a clothes shop. What about you?”

I closed my eyes as soon as I finished my sentence, wincing at my stupidity.

“I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to be smart or pry, obviously I know...no I don’t know...”

“You’re cute when you stumble over your words.”

I wasn’t expecting that.“E-excuse me?”

Before things could get any more awkward, the door opened, making us both jump. I felt my heart drop down into the pit of my stomach when I saw who it was, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me; his brothers were here.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Finn boy?”Arthur asked (if you didn’t know all their names, you had to be incredibly simple).

“Failing to get another bird in your bed?” John smirked.

“Shut up John.” Finn spat.“This is (Y/N), she’s an old friend from school.”

They filtered in. John scoffed.“Surprised you remember anything about school. Have you asked him what five pus five is?”

John and Arthur laughed as they sat down opposite us, Thomas standing besides the window for the drinks. I clasped my hands together as they started to shake out of nerves. I was in a room with the Shelby brothers, the men who ran one of the most feared gangs in England, and I had no clue what to do with myself. 

“Um, I think I should go.” I pathetically mumbled out.

“Don’t be rude Finn,” Thomas said,“show the lovely, young lady out.”

Finn was glaring at his brothers as we stood. I slowed down my steps so I didn’t appear to be running away from them. Finn opened the door for me, and I felt weightless as soon as I stepped out of that room. He followed me out, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just being their usual stupid selves.” he apologised.

“It’s alright, really. Don’t tell them they bothered me or anything because they really didn’t.”

“You don’t have to worry. They won’t do anything to you because we had a drink together.”

“Sorry, just not used to...”

“Meeting a gangster?”

I hummed in agreement.“Yeah.”

“Look, I definitely need to go back in there. But I liked this. Apart from how we bumped into each other.”

“Yes, that could have been different.”

“I would like to do this again though.”

“You would?”

“There you go again, acting all surprised. How about this weekend?”

“I-I’m free this weekend.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.” he smiled at me, turning to go back into the private room before calling the bartender.“Oh, Harry, another wine for my friend.”

He winked at me, then disappeared into the room. I heard heckling and teasing from his brothers. I could feel that my cheeks were heating up from blushing, though I also couldn’t help but smile. Thanking the bartender for the wine, I quickly took it, freezing when I saw my friends staring at me. Sighing, I took a big gulp of the drink before making my way towards them. This was going to be a longer night than I thought.

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part iv

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia

5.8k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“What the fuck is this?”

Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.

You stared up at her, frozen.

“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.

You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.

“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.

“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.

“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”

“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.

“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”

“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”

“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”

“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.

“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”

You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.

“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”

“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.

“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.

“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”

Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”

“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”

“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.

“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.

She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”

“Yeah,” Osamu said, nodding. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, too.”

“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.

You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.

Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.

“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Famous last words,” you said.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”

You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”

“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”

“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.

“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.

“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”

“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.

“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.

“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”

“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.

“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”

“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.

“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”

“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.

You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”

“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.

“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.

Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”

“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.

Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”

“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.

Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen.  You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.

“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.

“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.

Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.

“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.

“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.

“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.

Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.

“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.

“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”

“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.

He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.

“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.

“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”

“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.

“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.

“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.

You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.

“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”

“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”

“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”

“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.

“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”

“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”

“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.

“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“

“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.

“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”

“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”

“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”

“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”

“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.

“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.

“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”

“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist

“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”

You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.

“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”

“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.

“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.

“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”

“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”

“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.

“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”

You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.

“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”

You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”

You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.

“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”

“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.

“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.

“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”

You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.

“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.

“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”

Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”

You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.

“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.

You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Osamu called.

“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.

“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”

“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.

“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”

The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.

“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.

You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.

“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”

“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.

“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”

“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.

“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.

“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”

Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”

“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.

“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.

“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.

“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”

“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.

“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.

“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.

“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”

“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.

“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.

“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.

You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.

“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.

“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.

“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”

Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”

You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.

Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.

“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”

“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.

“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.

“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.

“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.

“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.

“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.

“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.

“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”

“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”

You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.

The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.

“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”

Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.

“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.

“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”

Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.

“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”

“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”

“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.

“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”

“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”

“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.

“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.

“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.

“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”

“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”

“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.

“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.

“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.

“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.

“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”

You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”

“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.

“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.

“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”

“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”

“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”

“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.

“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”

“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.

“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.

Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.

“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.

“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”

You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.

Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.

“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”

You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.

“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.

Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.

He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.

“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.

“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.

He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.

“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.

“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.

“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”

You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.

“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”

He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

“Please, please,” he begged. “Want ya to spit in my mouth.”

One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.

“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.

“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”

You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.

“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.

“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.

“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.

“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”

You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.

You moaned in sync with Atsumu.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”

You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.

Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.

“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”

You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”

Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.

“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”

“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.

“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”

“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”

You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.

“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.

“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”

“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.

“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”

Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.

“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”

“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”

Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.

“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.

“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.

Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.

“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Hurts good,” you said.

“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”

“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.

“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”

You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.

“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”

“Full,” was all you could choke out.

“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.

You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.

“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.

“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”

You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.

“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.

“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.

“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.

“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.

You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.

“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.

“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.

“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.

“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.

“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”

“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”

“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”

Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.

“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.

“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.

You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.

“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”

You cried out as he slapped your clit.

“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.

“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.

He tugged you away from Atsumu.

“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.

“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”

You nodded, tiredly.

“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.