#this plus Smile for Me coming out on the switch this spring??

[conflictedkismet]

NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH ME, I'M RABID

[to-the-stars8]

The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Plus One

Galas were exactly what you expected. It was a room full of rich, middle-aged people talking about the latest upper-class gossip with the most divine food. It would usually make anyone not from the dazzling world of the Gotham elite shiver and shake. 

Fortunately, you weren’t just anyone. You were the nanny for Bruce Wayne.

The week before, Mr. Wayne had informed you that you would be attending the gala with him. At first, you were thrilled and honored to be invited along, but the dream of catching a rich man was cut short when Mr. Wayne added you would be watching Dick and Cassandra. Luckily, you loved the two kids like they were your own, so it caused you little grief. 

“What about the other kids?” You had asked. 

Bruce spared you a passive glance as he tended to some papers in front of him. “I have a rule that the kids can’t join a gala before age ten. And, please, don’t try to bring the younger ones. The kids already understand this rule. In any case, they don’t want to go half of the time.”

You scoffed, telling Mr. Wayne that you weren’t planning on bringing the rest of the kids despite that being exactly the case. Luckily, he had taken some measurements to dissuade you from doing so, i.e. promising you more days off. 

The younger kids moaned and groaned about not going when they heard that you were going to be there, and Mr. Wayne was only able to soothe them over with a promise to Disney World during spring break. Then, the day came for the gala and the only ones ready were Mr. Wayne and you. 

“Sir,” Alfred had said, coming into the foyer where you and Bruce had been waiting for Cassandra and Dick. “Master Dick and Miss Cassandra have changed their minds about the gala.”

“What?” Bruce said, going to call them down before you stopped him. 

“You said it yourself, Mr. Wayne, half the time the kids don’t want to go.” You started to take your coat off in anticipation of having to stay with the children.

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked. 

“Someone has to watch the kids,” You said, going to hand your coat to Alfred, but he didn’t take it. 

Alfred spoke pointedly to his charge. “Master Bruce, I can take care of the children, I did it before and I don’t mind doing it again.”

“I…” Bruce began, pausing to look at you before nodding. “I mean, you���re already dressed and I’m out a plus one. Plus two, actually.”

You grinned, shrugging your coat back on as you followed him out the door. 

And that’s how you ended up sitting with the Gotham elite telling another one of your long, intriguing tales. Bruce, looking at you from across the room, was surprised at how well you managed to acclimate yourself to the setting. Usually, when new folks entered the closed-off upper class of Gotham it was like throwing a person in a starving lion’s den. Somehow, you had managed to befriend the lion. 

Bruce was too busy watching you to see Harvey saunter up to him, eyes switching between his friend and you. Harv could understand why his friend was staring. You were beautiful, sitting there so poised in a perfect-fitting blue dress as you charmed your way with the small crowd around you. 

With a small smile, he finally addressed Bruce, “Something caught your eye?” 

Bruce didn’t seem surprised by Harvey’s sudden appearance. “Not exactly. I’m more impressed by just how well she’s doing, and that she’s not embarrassing me.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Harvey admitted.

Bruce shrugged, trying to be dismissive. “I’m her boss. I don’t think I’m meant to be too nice.”

“She watches your kids, so I’d be careful.” 

Bruce chuckled and shook his head, eyes going back to you. The longer Harvey watched his friend, he could see the wheels turning in his head. There was something Bruce didn’t want to admit, but it was stuck there behind his eyes. 

Harvey, always the one to create his own amusement where it wasn’t provided, leaned in to ask, “So, is it okay if I ask her to dance?”

“I don’t care, Harvey,” Bruce said, eyes not leaving you. 

“Then, would you care if I asked her out?” 

Harvey finally got his friend’s attention. “I’m not her father, so you don’t need my permission.”

“Oh,” He said, thinking about how risque his next words would be but decided to damn it all. “So, I can take her home tonight, too?”

“Don’t be a pig, Harv,” Bruce mumbled before throwing back the rest of his wine. When the waiter passed, he quickly replaced it with another. 

Harvey took that as his cue to go over to you. Upon his approach, your eyes trained on him like he would be your next target for whatever you had planned. Excusing yourself, you stood up and met him halfway. Harv couldn’t say exactly why but suddenly found himself flustered. 

You held out your hand expectantly, and coyly said, “I believe you were going to ask me to dance.”

Speechless, all Harvey could do was take your hand and smile.

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Bruce tried to watch passively, but he just didn’t like the way Harvey was using you. He might have had some qualms about your behavior, but no lady deserved to be treated like a piece of meat. Alfred had raised him better than that. 

He thought about going in to cut in, and the only thing that stopped him was the flock of women that suddenly came to him. They were all asking about you, the ‘odd’ woman who had arrived on his arm of all people. Bruce attempted to not be offended on your behalf. He only half listened as they talked at him, asking asinine questions like what it was like to be so rich and if he really did date a princess for a solid week. He did, but it wasn’t a short-term relationship he wanted to delve into when you were only twenty feet away from being sized up for the taking.

It was a little while later when Bruce looked up again to find you and Harvey missing from the dance floor. Worried that you might have fallen for the devilish suave lawyer trick Harvey tended to put on, he tore himself from the group.

Bruce stopped to ask a waiter if he had seen you leave with a man in a navy suit. “I think I saw the lady go out the side service door.”

Okay, he thought, this was a bit more concerning. Following the waiter’s directions, after tipping him a hefty hundred, he did manage to find you again. You were huddled up on yourself against the evening chill with your phone pressed up against your ear. 

“What did I tell you two about pulling hair,” You said, tone stiff with passive irritation, as you slowly paced in a circle. “You’ll go bald. So, listen to Alfred and go to bed. If I come home to you all awake no Disney.”

You turned to see Bruce standing there and pointed to the phone, mouthing that it was the kids. With a few exchanges of light threats followed by some sweet soothing did you finally end the call. 

“Kids, am I right?” You huffed, hands on your hips. “What’re you out here for, anyway? Last I saw you, you were entertaining some ladies.”

Bruce leaned against the wall, reaching into his suit pocket for a pack of cigarettes, and said, “Didn’t think it would be appropriate if you stepped out with Harvey.”

“Him, hah!” You snickered, holding your hand out for a cigarette. “I had him pegged right from the moment he was crossing the dance floor that he wasn’t thinking with the right head. Guess it was a bad idea for me to accept his offer for a date, but oh well.”

Before Bruce could reach for a lighter you were already pulling one from your little handbag. You lit your cigarette before stepping close to light his. He told himself the cigarette was taking his breath away and not the smell of your perfume. 

“What was that phone call about,” Bruce asked, wanting to fill his mind with something other than you. 

You blew out some smoke, smiling as you explained, “I decided to check on the kids, and, it turns out, Tim and Jason have some sort of beef going on.”

“I think Jason didn’t like it all too much when I brought Tim home—made him feel like a replacement.” Bruce was smiling a little despite how sad the story sounded. “We’re working it out.” 

“I couldn’t tell,” You sarcastically remarked, side-eyeing him. It was easy for Bruce to say they were ‘working it out’ because you did all the work. You drew in another puff before looking at the cigarette in your hand again. “Hey, what’re you doin’ carrying these around? You seem too tight-laced to smoke.”

“What’re you doing asking so many questions,” Bruce meant to say playfully, but it sounded too defensive. Before you could rebuff, he added, “I took them away from Dickie.”

You gasped. “No.”

Bruce was grinning now, thinking about it. Alfred had caught Dick and Jason smoking behind the garage one day, and, boy, did they get the lecture of a lifetime. He had forgotten about the pack, having thrown it into the glove box of his car, until he ran into a particularly rough night at a gala. Now, he’d gone through most of the pack. 

You shook your head. “That boy is something else.”

“I know,” Bruce said. “I love him to bits. All of them.”

“I know,” You said quietly, looking up at Bruce through those long lashes. 

Damnit, you were beautiful. Shaking his head, Bruce threw the last bit of his cigarette to the ground before offering you his hand. 

“Let’s go back in, hm? If we’re out here too long they’ll assume I have you hiked up against the wall.”

You rolled your eyes and said cheekily, “A girl can dream.”

Bruce snickered as he tried the door, but it didn’t budge. 

Damn, he realized he’d just locked the two of you out of his own gala.

[nanamincreampie]

College Nerd Nanami (part 2)

Nanami Kento x Plus Size Black Reader

(part 1) (part 3)

Warnings: Blowjobs, Handjobs, D!ck riding, sub!nanami, dom!reader,dry humping,nanami begging and reader being a tease, p in v, unprotected sex, Nanami is a virgin

College Nerd Nanami who melts into the kiss, his mind spinning as your hands tangle in his hair, your curves pressing against him in ways that make him lose control. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble, completely immersed in the moment.

Nanami, with his glasses slightly askew, looks adorably flustered, his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he pulls you closer. His hands explore your waist tentatively, as if he’s afraid to break this fragile spell. You can feel the tension in his body, a mix of excitement and nervousness that only makes you want him more.

College Nerd Nanami who’s barely holding it together when you start grinding your hips against his, slow and teasing, feeling his growing erection against your thigh. His breath comes out in shallow gasps, and you notice how his grip tightens, fingers digging into your sides as he tries to contain himself, but it’s no use.

“P-please,” he stammers, his eyes wide and glazed over, hands trembling as they grip your waist tighter. “I... I don’t know if I can—”

“Shhh,” you coo softly, lips brushing over his ear as you grind down harder, feeling the full length of his cock twitch beneath you. “You can take it, baby. You’ve been so good for me. Just relax.”

You pull back slightly, looking into his flushed face, and a devilish idea crosses your mind. With a teasing smile, you slip off his lap and kneel before him, the heat radiating from your body as you look up at him with playful mischief in your eyes.

“Let me show you how good I can be,” you whisper, your fingers gently brushing against his bulge through his pants, feeling him straining for release. His breath hitches, and you can see the desperate need in his eyes as you slowly unzip his pants, revealing the outline of his erection.

“God, you’re so big,” you murmur, pulling down his briefs just enough to free him, his cock springing into view. You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight, your heart racing with excitement. His length is perfect, a beautiful sight that makes your mouth water.

Taking him in your hand, you give him a few teasing strokes, your grip firm yet gentle, feeling the warmth of his skin against your palm. Nanami’s head falls back, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels the pleasure building. You look up at him, your gaze filled with desire, and lean forward, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth.

College Nerd Nanami who gasps, his eyes widening in shock at the sensation, the warmth of your mouth wrapping around him as you slowly take him deeper. You work your tongue along the underside, swirling it around as you take him in, savoring the taste of him while making sure to watch his reaction. His breath hitches, the need in his voice almost a whimper as he breathes out your name.

“F-fuck,” he stutters, his hands flying to your hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to control his movements. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, the pressure building as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust.

You pull back slightly, taking a breath as you switch to a slow handjob, stroking him firmly while you tease his sensitive tip with your tongue. His moans become louder, more desperate, and it drives you wild to see how completely lost he is in pleasure. Each gasp, each stuttered plea for more makes your heart race, filling you with a sense of power that you never knew you craved.

“Please... I can’t take it,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as his hands tremble against your scalp. “I need to... need to be inside you.”

With a wicked smile, you glance up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “You will, baby. Just a little longer,” you tease, and then you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder, swirling your tongue around him while your hand continues to stroke the base.

“Y-yes, just like that,” he moans, his body trembling as he thrusts gently into your mouth. The sound of his pleasure fills the room, and you can feel the heat pooling inside you as you realize how much you enjoy making him feel this way.

You take your time, savoring every moment, every sound he makes. You want to draw out his pleasure, to keep him on the edge, because you know it will only make him want you more. His eyes are glued to you, filled with lust and admiration, and it only fuels your desire.

Finally, you decide to take pity on him. Pulling away, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your heart racing as you look up at him, your voice sultry as you whisper, “I think it’s time for you to feel how good I can be riding you.”

You slide your panties aside and position yourself over his cock, teasing him just a little longer by rubbing the tip against your slick folds. You can see the desperation in his eyes as he watches you, his breath hitching as you tease him, your body hovering just above his.

“Tell me how bad you want it, Nanami,” you whisper, your voice low and sultry, driving him wild with need.

“I-I want it... so bad... please,” he gasps, his voice breaking, his body trembling beneath you. “I need to feel you... please...”

“Good boy,” you murmur, and finally, you sink down onto his cock, feeling him fill you completely. A soft moan escapes your lips as he stretches you, your walls clenching around him, squeezing him tightly. You feel the warmth of him inside you, the way he fills you so perfectly, and it sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

College Nerd Nanami who lets out a choked moan, his eyes rolling back as you take him in inch by inch, your tight heat wrapping around him, squeezing him so perfectly he feels like he might lose his mind. His hips jerk up instinctively, but you hold him down, controlling the pace as you start to move.

You begin to bounce on him slowly, your hips rolling as you set the rhythm. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you is intoxicating, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. “You feel so good, Nanami,” you purr, leaning down to press your chest against his, your nipples brushing against his skin.

“Y-you’re amazing,” he gasps, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as if trying to hold on to reality. The pleasure surging through both of you is electric, a powerful connection that binds you together in this moment.

As you ride him, you can see the pleasure etched on his face, his mouth agape in ecstasy. You pick up the pace, bouncing harder, each thrust driving him deeper inside you. The sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that drowns out all other thoughts.

“Faster,” he gasps, and you can hear the desperation in his voice, the way he’s losing control. You love how he’s unraveling before you, the usually composed Nanami now completely at your mercy, lost in the sensation of you riding him.

“Like this?” you tease, quickening your pace even more, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside you with every movement. “You want it harder?”

“Y-yes, please!” he pleads, and that’s all you need to hear. You smile down at him, your heart racing as you push him closer to the edge.

With every bounce, you feel the heat pooling in your core, a delicious pressure building as you get closer to your own release. You lean down closer, brushing your lips against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only fuel the fire between you.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper, your breath hot against his skin. “I want to feel you.”

That’s all it takes. His entire body tenses beneath you, a loud moan escaping his lips as he finally loses control, his release hitting him hard. His cock pulses inside you, filling you with hot, thick spurts of cum as his body shudders violently beneath yours.

You ride him through it, your hips grinding down hard, milking every last drop from him as he moans and gasps beneath you, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Each wave of ecstasy washes over you both, pulling you into a deeper connection that leaves you breathless.

When it’s over, you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath. His hands still grip your hips, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he never wants to let you go. You can feel his heart racing against yours, a steady rhythm that matches the exhilaration coursing through your veins.

“Wow,” he finally breathes, his voice soft and filled with awe, his cheeks still flushed. You look up at him, a grin spreading across your face at his reaction. He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t know you could be so... incredible.”

You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his hair, savoring the moment. “Oh, you have no idea what I’m capable of,” you tease, leaning down to capture his lips again in a soft kiss.

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: It’s the day of the holiday party at your parent’s house…😱

No mature warning in this chapter.

Can’t believe I got another chapter out so fast! Pray that I keep up with this pace!🙏

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

Wc: 2.8k

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You scanned through the various clothes on the rack, trying to tone out the Christmas music playing over the speakers mixed with the various chatter of other people around you. You smiled when you spotted a beautiful spring dress you thought would be perfect for Gabi.

After buying it you walked over to the women's clothing where Stephanie was looking through skirts.

"Find anything cute?" You say as you look over the clothing rack.

"Sadly not." She pouted as she joined you on the other side as you both began to walk through the store.

"Do you have everything on your list?"

"One last thing. I've gotten everyone's gift. Just finished getting all of Miguel's and I just have one left for Gabi. It's this popular doll. It's from this new movie. This is the third store I've gone to to try and find it. I asked Miguel but he's had no luck either.

"You guys are such cute parents. I love it. Can't wait to earn the title Auntie Stephanie."

"Cute. I forgot to ask you this after the last barbecue, but did you tell Jack about me and Miguel? It's ok if you did, I know it's hard to keep secrets from someone your in a relationship with."

"Girl, I would never reveal a secret like that. Though Jack might be my boyfriend you are my bestie. But Jack did come to me and asked if I knew anything. He said he noticed the way Miguel looks at you. He said to me, 'he looks at her like she is the light of his life. The only person in the room.'"

"Do u think it's really noticeable to everyone?" You bit your lower lip as you give her a worried look.

"Nah, you know Jack is really good at reading people. You would know if everybody in the neighborhood knew." Stephanie chuckled.

"True." You chuckled along with her. "Miguel and I are going to say we're a couple at the holiday party tonight." You added. Your words made  Stephanie stop, grasping your forearm as she looked at you wide eyed.

"No way! I'm both nervous and excited for you. You think your parents will take it ok?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I know my mom would be thrilled that I'm in a serious relationship again. But i know she'll be upset that I lied plus I know my dad and her might not take it well since Miguel is closer in age to them than me. Now that I think about it. They're not going to take it well. What do you think?" You looked at Stephanie with hopeful eyes but they switch to worry when you saw her shake her head.

You arrive to the toy section of the store eyes widening when you see the vast amount of people grabbing things left and right.

"Shit. Ok. Steph, you know what I'm looking for, you go this way and I'll go the other. See you on the other end."

"If we make it out alive." Stephanie says before you split up.

You search almost every section from top to bottom. As you begin to lose hope you smile seeing at the end of the last aisle was the doll Gabi wanted. As you you were nearing the shelf two other people grabbed the last one at the same time. You huff in frustration as you knew you had no chance of getting it now.

"Omg is that Oprah in the shoe department?" Yelled Stephanie making the two people drop the toy and rush over followed by a few other victims who heard her. You chuckle as you pick up the toy from the ground. "My savior."

"That's what I'm here for." She gently bumped your shoulder with hers as you both laughed.

After you bought the toy you and Stephanie left the overly crowded store.

You headed back to your car, driving back to your neighborhood, saying goodbye to Stephanie as you dropped her off and Jack's apartment before you drove back to Miguel's house, parking your car in the garage. Surprisingly, no one has seen you park your car in Miguel's garage. If they have maybe they thought you were going to babysit Gabi, like you did at the beginning before your relationship with Miguel.

You entered the house as a smile lands on your face as you see Gabi running to you with her red holiday dress, with no socks and her hair all messy.

"Hi baby bug. What's happening here." You chuckle as you set your bags down as you kneel down to her height.

"Papa was helping me get dress for the holiday party at your parents house. But when I heard you come home I ran down to see you." You lift her up in your arms as you walk into the living room where you see Miguel in black dress pants and nice button up black shirt with a few buttons undone. On one side of his shoulders were Gabi's tiny socks and in one of his hands her shoes, so small compared to him.

"There's the little runaway princess and my beautiful queen." Miguel whispered the last part to you as he gave you a sweet kiss to your lips before you handed Gabi into his arms.

"No, I want y/n to help me get dress." Gabi pouted as she reached out back to you.

"But princesa, y/n needs to start getting ready." Miguel argued, but you smiled as you reached out and held her again. "It's ok. I'll help you finish putting your socks and shoes on."

"Can you do my hair in that pretty braid?"

"I think I have a good idea of what hairstyle I should do." You smile as you lead her upstairs to her bathroom followed by Miguel who went back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sit her on her stool in front of the bathroom mirror as you help brush her hair. As you begin to style her hair by braiding some of her front parts before tying it in the back. You then grab your curling iron as you give her ends some curl plus some strands in the front. You then ask her to cover her eyes as you lightly put hair spray in her hair to keep its shape.

“All done.”

“Wow! I love it! Thank you.” Gabi smiles as you help her off the stool before having her sit on her bed in her room so you could help get her socks on.

When you finally were able to get her last shoe on Miguel knocked on the door frame. “How it going?” He smiled as he entered the room.

“She’s all ready and looks beautiful.” You smile at Gabi as she looks back at you with a bigger smile.

“You look lovely princesa. Now let’s let y/n get ready.” Said Miguel as his hand rested on your lower back.

“Wait, can I ask a question?” Asked Gabi.

“What is it Baby bug?” You brows furrow looking at Miguel, as he gave you the same expression when you both saw Gabi become nervous and shy.

“What’s wrong mija?” You and Miguel sat on both sides of Gabi to try and comfort her.

“When I was at the kid center when we went camping, I told all my friends that y/n was my mom.” Gabi looks at Miguel before looking at you as she hugs her face against you before she added, “Can I call you mom?” Though her voice was barely above a whisper both you and Miguel heard her as you both look at each other, eyes wide.

Your heart swelled so big that it was hard for you to not shed a few tears. You look back to Miguel who gives you a wide loving smile. Maybe it was your imagination but you saw his eyes become glossy as if he was trying hard to hide his tears.

“Gabi, I would be honored if you called me mom. I’ve always loved you as my daughter. My little baby bug. You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” You smiled as you wiped away a tear.

“Yay! I love you Mama.” Gabi hugged you again beyond happy.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” You hug her back.

After letting you hug her a bit longer Miguel speaks, “Let’s let Mama get dressed now for the party, Gabi.” Both you and Miguel’s smiles widen when he said it.

“Kk.” Gabi let go of you as you and Miguel walked out of her room and to your shared bedroom.

When you both entered Miguel picked you up as he twirled you around before holding the back of your head as he passionately captured your lips with his. When your lips parted he placed his forehead against yours as you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love so much Mamita.” Miguel said as he kissed away your joyous tears before kissing you one more time on the lips.

“I love you so much too Papi.” You say which Miguel’s eyes widen slightly, your smile widening as you see his cheeks slightly turn red before you looked at his eyes, clouded with lust.

As the door was already closed Miguel picked you up and tossed you on to the bed, as you let out joyous giggle as he got on top you fluttering you with butterfly kisses across your face and neck.

After taking a bit longer from your quick rendezvous with Miguel you were finally ready as you head downstairs where Miguel sat on the couch as he watched Gabi draw with her crayons on the table. As you walked down the stairs Miguel looked up as he stood up and joined you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you against him.

“Wow, Mama you look so beautiful!” Gabi said as she got up from her table and ran over to you.

“She does look really beautiful.” Said Miguel as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, knowing your red lipstick would rub on to his lips, not that either of you’d mind if it weren’t for the event your were going to.

You took a deep breath as you try to calm you rising nerves about tonight. Miguel noticed right away as he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

“Everything will be ok tonight. No matter the reaction, always remember the home that loves you the most.” Miguel said as you looked at him before looking at Gabi gazing up at you with a big smile. You look back up to him as you take in a another deep breath before saying, “you’re right. I guess I should head over. I’ll see you both in a bit.” You leave Miguel’s hold as you blow them both a kiss before leaving the house and walking over to your parents.

Back in Miguel’s house:

“Papa, why aren’t we going with Mama?” Asked Gabi as she sat back in her place at the living room table coloring.

“You remember that Mama and Papa’s relationship is a secret, because we don’t know how others will react when they find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Mama is going over there to help her parents with set up for the party and make sure they are happy as Mama and I are going to tell them later tonight that we are together.”

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

You open the door to your parents house, embraced with the various smells of food.

“Y/n?” Yelled your mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s me.” You say as you hang up your coat before walking into the kitchen to see your brothers, dad, Stephanie and your mom all helping out with food preparation.

“Hi honey. You look gorgeous!” Said your mother as she set down the spoon she was stirring in the pot before coming over to hug you.

“Hey mom, thanks. Sorry I was a bit late. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Everything is pretty much done but you can help bring the good to the dining room table.” Said your father as he finished preparing the salad.

“Ok cool.” You say as you grab a dish and bring it to the dinning room. Everyone from the kitchen followed, bringing a dish with them.

“Hey, Mom, dad?” They both look at you with a smile, waiting for you to continue. “I wanted to ask what you both thought if I was in a relationship…” you pause as you glance at Stephanie and Jack and then to Liam who was the only one who sent you a confused look. Getting the hint the couple walked back to the kitchen, Liam lagging behind wanting to know your conversation before Stephanie came back rolled her eyes as she tugged Liam out of the room by his arm.

“As I was saying, what would you guys think if I said I was in a new relationship?”

“That would be marvelous sweetheart!” Said your mother.

“Of course we would be happy for you.” Added your father.

“Would your thoughts change if I said he was slightly older than me?”

“Of course our thoughts wouldn’t change. Its always better to date a mature man.” Said your mother as your father nodded in agreement.

You smiled relieved to here their approval. Well, at least for the first part of the plan you and Miguel came up with this morning in bed for how you both were going to tell your parents of your relationship.

“How long has this relationship with this new guy been going on for?” Asked your father.

“Four and half to about 5 months.” Not including the weekend together two years ago. You left that part out.

“Right after your break up with Tyler? That’s fast sweetie.” Said your mother.

“Well, a rebound after Tyler turned into a date, then a bunch more before we became official.” You slightly lied, knowing full well sex with Miguel that night 5 months ago wasn’t a rebound after breaking up with your ex, but a night where you and Miguel were finally able to show the person you care for how much you love them.

“Oh, I see. That’s nice.” Said your mother with a small smile before returning back to the kitchen. You internally winced when you saw her reaction to your response.

Luckily your parents couldn’t push further as neighbors started to enter your the house for the holiday party.

After there was quite a few people throughout the house, making it busy Miguel walked in with Gabi.

Your parents headed over to greet the O’Hara’s as you tagged along.

“Hey Miguel. How’ve you been man? Haven’t seen you around much lately.” Said your father ash he greeted Miguel with a very light slap to his back.

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

“I’m hoping y/n as been able to help you.” Said your mom as she greeted Miguel with a welcoming hug.

“Yeah, she has.” Miguel looked at you as you both tried to not laugh from your mother’s oblivious words.

You and Miguel gave each other a greeting hug, still trying to make sure to not look too familiar with each other.

“Hi Gabi.” You say as you kneel down to hug her as she happily returns it. “Hi Mama.” Gabi whispered so only you could hear as she tried to hide her giggle. You smiled down at her as you brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, secretly telling her you heard her. You stand back to your full height as you, Miguel and your parents begin to catch up with each other as you and Miguel still stayed pretending that you didn’t live with each other, and didn’t know what the other had been doing.

Watching from the corner of the room were the same brown eyes as before, glaring between you and Miguel and then down to Gabi as you helped fix her hair again. The stranger took a sip of their drink before setting it down on a side table before making their way over to you two as you were conversing with your parents.

"Long time no see, Miguel."

You, your parents, and Miguel look to the woman standing before you. Your brows furrow as you glance up at Miguel to see his eyes widen.

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

The woman leaned down as she looked at Gabi who tucked herself between you and Miguel.

Sofia looked back up at you and Miguel, smirking before her eyes went back to Gabi. "Well obviously, I've come to see my precious daughter."

"Miguel?" You look at him as he returns your gaze before looking back at the woman with a glare.

"This is Sofia Grassi." Miguel looks at you and your parents before gazing down at his daughter who looks up at him then back at the strange woman,

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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[pyrpaw]

Found family thingy with the staff of NRC

(content: car ride, barely any Crowley)

imagine if you will, (name) /Yuu getting basically adopted by the staff

Vargas seems like the dad that would take you fishing and dirt biking for bonding time, plus he'd let you hook up to aux in his car no matter what you play

Sam just reminds me so much of an older cousin (or in this sense, brother) who lets you have sips of alcohol and secretly smokes weed at the family reunion

Crewl seems like a dad and teacher who'd give you better grades then the rest of the class purely because he likes you more

Trein reminds me of a grandpa who gives you 20$ under the table at the family reunion and invites you to go to the lake

Crowley... seems like a dad who kinda buy you things as a "bonding" experience even if all you wanted was a hug (or a way home)

Grim, my bby, he totally follows you around and denies saying he wants to spend time with you unless your sad

"No you missed our exit-... get off here-" Crewl ordered Crowley, who missed the highway exit for the 2nd time.

The NRC staff was going on some "work trip" over spring break, and declared you and Grim would come along, so here you are in the very back seat with Grim as Crowley pulls off to a gas station.

"great seven-" Crewl sighed and looked in the backseat, directly at you, Grim, and Sam. "You three, go in and get drinks and food of some sort"

Before you could reply Sam smiled and nodded, opened the door, dragging you and Grim out. Grim complained but quickly shut up once in the gas station, looking around in awe.

"hey kid" Sam smirked and elbowed you, pointing at the slushie machine. "bet I can drink one faster than you"

Now obviously, you were going to accept that insult, so all three of you ran over and you and Sam filled up large slushie cups, before quickly attempting to chug it.

"ack-shit!" You exclaimed after getting a brain freeze, once finishing, while Sam just laughed at you. "ugh... shut up Sam" You grumbled and flipped him off with a newly formed headache, making him laugh even more.

You, Sam, and Grim all wandered around the store for a solid 10 minutes before leaving with various snacks and drinks. Once you all arrived back at the car everyone got prepared to leave, switching positions so Vargas was driving while you sat shotgun, and once on the road Trein checked what snacks you'd all got and was net with just junk.

"seriously?" He looked over at Sam with a judgmental expression. "it's a gas station, what do you expect?" Sam shrugged and grabbed a soda from the bag.

Now up in the front seats, you were rocking along to the song you put on, now hyped on sugar, while Vargas drove with a smile on his face while occasionally joining in the singing.

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Chapter 5)

Summary: Another few days spent with Mitch and Sarah lead to more developments in your relationship.

Previous Chapters: One ; Two ; Three ; Four

TW for this chapter: It contains smut

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The following week is busy at work. Ryan’s mom, Beth, is a high school teacher and has been stuck working longer hours, as it was the end of a marking period as well as the week before spring break. You and Ryan had started going on more outings. You were busy taking him to baby music class, and story time at the local library.

Sarah and Mitch had also started to spend more time at the studio, often going for hours or even the whole day. You hadn’t seen them all week, and after having spent a whole weekend together, you were missing them.

Finally on Thursday you see them for the first time in days. You’re loading Ryan into his car seat as they get out of their car across the street.

They walk over to you waving hello before leaning in to say hi to Ryan.

“How are you love?” Sarah asks. “We’ve missed you,” she says as Mitch nods in agreement.

“I missed you guys too,” you say with a shy smile. “I’ve been good, crazy busy. We’re trying different activities for Ryan. His mom wants him socializing with other kids and burning some energy. Which definitely is needed. Plus, he switched to one nap a day so there’s a lot of time to fill.” You realize you’re once again rambling and turn the conversation to them, asking, “What have you been up to?”

“Mitch got some inspiration for new music, so we’ve been working on that.”

“That’s so cool! Can I hear some of it?”

“Sure kid,” Mitch replies. “Are you free anytime soon?”

“Ryan’s family is going away for Easter this Sunday and taking a long weekend, so I’ll be off next Monday and Tuesday. If you’re free, maybe we could have another sleepover? My apartment this time.” You blush, nervous that you sounded too forward.

“What are you doing for the holiday?” Sarah asks.

“Honestly, probably nothing. Maybe make a special meal or something. What about you guys?” You notice they didn’t acknowledge your invitation and grow more worried that they no longer want that aspect of their relationship with you. Before your mind spirals, Mitch answers.

“My aunt and uncle are visiting for a couple days,” Mitch answers before continuing, “And you will be coming over for dinner.”

“I really don’t want to intrude-” Sarah cuts you off, saying, “Y/N, you will be coming over for dinner. No question. You’re never intruding. And if you don’t mind, maybe we could come over on Sunday after dinner and stay a couple of days?”

Your face lights up and you reply, “I absolutely would not mind.” At that moment Ryan starts loudly babbling, tired of listening to the adults. “I should get going, story time starts soon.”

Sarah leans in and gives you a light hug, saying, “Of course! Sounds like we’ve got a great plan.” She pulls back and Mitch rests his hand on your shoulder for a second before squeezing once and pulling away. You know that these are the only types of contact you can have with them in public. Even if you were spotted, those casual touches wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

You double check that Ryan’s car seat straps are tight enough and continue with your afternoon. You have newfound energy now that you know that you’ll be spending multiple days with Mitch and Sarah.

Friday passes quickly and you keep busy on Saturday, doing a much deeper clean than usual since you would be having guests. You also go food shopping and make sure to pick up ingredients for an appetizer and a dessert which you make Sunday morning before heading over to the Rowland’s house in the early afternoon.

Mitch’s father answers the door and leads you into the kitchen where the rest of the family is congregated. You’re greeted by Mitch, Sarah, and Tammy, and introduced to Mitch’s aunt and uncle. You have a wonderful afternoon with everyone, enjoying the stories they’re all telling.

After dessert is over, and you finish playing a few rounds of a card game that got way more competitive than expected, you’re saying goodbye to Mitch’s family. He and Sarah each grab their bags and walk out to your car with you.

It’s a quick drive to your place and next thing you know, Mitch and Sarah are walking around your apartment, complimenting the view and decorations.

“This apartment really is beautiful. I love the windows and it’s so spacious in here,” Sarah says.

“There aren’t many perks to most of your family dying in your early 20’s, but being the sole recipient of all life insurance payouts and inheritances would probably be the one bright side.”

They both stare at you, as they do when you mention your trauma so nonchalantly.

“What?” you say, “I’m talking about the positives! Don’t give me those faces. Anyone want some water?” You decide it might just be best to move on from the discussion of your dead relatives. You grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge and hand one to each of them asking, “Do you guys want to sit out on the deck?”

They agree and you lead them outside to show them one of your favorite parts of your apartment. It’s a decently large deck, big enough to fit an outdoor loveseat plus another comfy chair, and since you’re a corner unit, it faces the woods behind your building, allowing for privacy. You sit in the single chair, leaving them to share the loveseat. You start to tell them about the wildlife you’ve seen in the woods, then point out the constellations you could see.

You all spend a few minutes sitting quietly enjoying each other’s company as well as the mild early spring weather. You feel a hand on your arm and know that it’s Sarah. You turn to her, and she gently pulls you, saying, “You’re too far away, come here.”

You get up and stand in front of them, not sure exactly where to sit. She pulls you down so that you are seated sideways on her lap, your legs extended over Mitch. He runs his hands over your shins and Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close. After another few minutes of listening to the calm sounds of the night you feel Sarah brushing your hair over your shoulder so she can start to kiss your neck.

Your eyes close at the feeling of her lips on your skin and of Mitch’s hands traveling higher on your legs. You slowly turn your head and seek out Sarah’s lips with your own. Neither of you hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongues immediately searching each other’s mouths. Mitch leans in to take over peppering your neck in kisses, occasionally switching to do the same to Sarah. He eventually turns you away from Sarah to himself, and you get lost in the feeling of kissing him. Next thing you know you’re watching them make out in front of you as your hands absently trail along their skin.

You all continue on like this for a while, getting lost in the sensations.

“Should we head inside?” Sarah asks, and you nod your head.

You all stand up, Mitch steadying both you and Sarah. You walk into your bedroom, immensely glad you had decided to splurge on the king bed. You stop just in the doorway and feel Mitch’s hand on your lower back. You’re equal parts excited and nervous about what’s about to happen, and you wonder if you’ll ever move past your nerves. You feel Mitch’s lips against your ear, and he asks, “Would you like to learn something new tonight?”

You turn your head to him, eyes practically crossing trying to look at him when he’s so close, and you nod again. He turns to whisper something to Sarah, and she smirks before climbing in bed and leaning against the headboard.

“C’mere, love,” she says to you, and you climb up the bed towards her. She pulls you in and says, “Mitch thinks we can teach you some different things to do with your mouth, what do you think?” Your eyes practically roll back in your head at the suggestion. You bite your lip and nod before saying, “I think that’s a great idea.” You start kissing her neck, biting gently as though overeager at the idea of using your mouth to please them.

Clothes are thrown off bodies and onto the floor. You start to kiss down Sarah’s body. You’re leaving kisses on the inside of her thighs when you suddenly feel kisses on your own thighs from behind. You glance back to see Mitch is behind you, just as bare as you and Sarah.

“Just follow along with Mitch,” Sarah says. You’re confused for a moment but then gasp as you feel him lick along your core. You understand what Sarah meant and lean to do the same to her. The sounds she lets out spur you on, each whimper turning you on even more and you barely hold yourself back from pushing closer to Mitch’s mouth.

You take note of the different things he does with his lips and tongue and recreate the moves to the best of your ability on Sarah. You feel the familiar tightening in your belly as your orgasm approaches. You hum in pleasure and the vibrations push Sarah over the edge. She grabs your hair, careful not to pull too hard. You work her through her orgasm and a second later fall into your own.

You lay your head on Sarah’s stomach as you both catch your breath. Her fingers weave through your hair as Mitch presses light kisses to your back. He climbs up towards Sarah, and she pushes him to lay on his back. Your eyes meet Sarah’s, and she beckons your closer. You crawl up to kiss her, then Mitch.

You think about what today’s lesson is, and take a deep breath before moving back down, this time trailing kisses along Mitch’s torso. You kiss just above his groin and look at his hard cock before glancing back to Sarah, silently asking for advice on what to do next.

She starts to whisper instructions in your ear, and you lean down to wrap your lips around him. He groans and clutches the sheets to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. At Sarah’s direction you switch between sucking on what you can fit in your mouth and running your tongue along his length and around his tip. After a few minutes he pulls you off of him and sits up so he can press his lips to yours and you share a kiss so messy you can feel your teeth clashing against his.

“You did so good, baby,” he says in your ear before nipping at your neck and pulling away. He turns to Sarah and kisses her before pulling her onto his lap. He reaches down, and in a move so practiced and smooth that you almost miss it, he slides inside her. They both throw their heads back, moaning as they come together before sharing a moment of eye contact. You realize he’s checking in that she’s okay before they start to move together. You’re fascinated by what’s playing out in front of you. Sure, you’re turned on, but you’re more curious to watch than participate. That doesn’t mean they’re okay with you being left out, and they make sure they each have a hand somewhere on your body the whole time. You watch Sarah fall apart, Mitch following right after.

You all collapse onto the bed, a jumble of limbs, bright smiles on everyone’s faces. You’re once again surprised at how right this feels. You fall asleep with your head on Sarah’s chest, hand clasped with Mitch’s over her.

The next day you again wake up first. You slide out of bed, throw on some clothes, and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and reflect on the night before. You think about how safe they make you feel and how patient they are teaching you about intimacy. You’ve been so scared about being physical with someone that you thought it might never happen. But now you think back to how gentle Mitch was with Sarah, how he made sure to check in with her, and you start to think that you might be ready to have that as well.

Mitch and Sarah join you in the kitchen and you make them tea as well. As you set the mugs down Mitch’s phone starts to ring with an incoming FaceTime call. You glance at it and are surprised to see that it’s Harry calling. Harry Styles. Somehow you had yet to interact with him at all even though you’d been hanging out with his best friends for weeks.

Mitch answers the call and starts talking to Harry. Sarah quietly laughs at the look of panic on your face. You take some deep breaths, forcing yourself to stop fangirling before you somehow make a fool of yourself in the background of the call. You’ve just managed to contain your excitement when Mitch pulls you over to officially introduce you to Harry. You learn that he does know who you are, and Mitch and Sarah have apparently been talking about you to their friends.

It’s a short call, Harry had just wanted to check in on everyone and soon they hang up. Breakfast that morning is simple, everyone pouring a bowl of cereal and you discuss what to do that day.

“Do you still want to hear some of Mitch’s new music?” Sarah asks and you answer with an enthusiastic, “Of course I do!”

After everyone showers and gets ready for the day, you all drive over to the studio. Mitch plays two of the songs he’s working on, and you listen closely, watching in amazement as he sings the songs he wrote himself.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he says timidly after you compliment him on his music.

“Sure, what is it?” you reply.

“I’ve got some ideas for guitar harmonies and want to test them out against the melody. If I tell you the chord progression, would you be able to play melody so I can see if it all works together?”

“Yes, absolutely.” He teaches you what to play and you spend the next couple of hours working on his songs, fascinated to see what goes on behind the scenes.

When you all start to get hungry you leave the studio to pick up sandwiches for lunch. You mention a walking trail nearby that has great views and you decide to take your lunch there. It’s a short walk to the first outlook and you settle there to eat. You ask Mitch and Sarah about their childhoods, wanting to know more about them. You continue your questions after lunch when you’re all walking towards the waterfall at the end of the trail.

When you reach it, Sarah starts taking pictures, including a selfie of the three of you which she immediately sends you. You’ll later make that your phone background, but no one needs to know that.

You start walking back and Mitch says, “So, I was thinking we could all go to Bella Luna’s tonight for dinner.”

You’ve heard of Bella Luna’s before. It’s one of the nicer restaurants in town. Ryan’s parents have gone there a couple of times for date nights, and you know it’s viewed as highly romantic.

“Oh, I’ve heard great reviews about that place,” Sarah replies with a cheeky smile. You nod and agree and spend the rest of the afternoon wondering what this fancy dinner might mean.

Back home everyone starts getting ready. Mitch informs you that the reservation is set for 6PM and you wonder when he set that up, as he hadn’t been on his phone at all that day aside from talking to Harry. You also realize that they both had fancy clothes packed and wonder if they had planned this ahead of time.

You walk out of your bathroom after getting changed, smoothing down your dress and fiddling with your hair to make sure it’s lying just right. You look up and see Mitch and Sarah staring at you.

Sarah walks over and places her hands on your hips, saying, “You look amazing,” before pulling you in for a kiss. “You look amazing too,” you reply after breaking apart. Mitch walks up to you saying, “You both look beautiful,” and you each kiss and compliment him as well.

You have a wonderful time at dinner. The conversation flows naturally, and the food is delicious. There’s never an awkward silence, and you realize how compatible you all are in every way.

Once back at your apartment, the evening goes like the one before and you find yourselves again out on the deck. Instead of you sitting on the chair, Mitch immediately pulls you on the loveseat with him and Sarah, and you’re sat half in each of their laps.

“Dinner tonight was delicious, thank you for taking me there,” you say.

“Of course, love,” Sarah replies. “We needed to make our first date special.”

At the word date you quickly turn to her, a shocked and confused expression on your face. You knew they cared about you, knew they were interested in you physically, but hadn’t dared to hope for the relationship to take this turn.

No one has ever expressed interest in you this way before, and here are two wonderful people wanting to bring you into their relationship. Two people who had everything they could want, but still opened themselves up to another person.

“We really care about you, Y/N,” Mitch says, and you turn to look at him. “Not just in a friendly or familial way. We care about you the way we care about each other.” Sarah is nodding in agreement, and you reply, “I care about you both too. More than anyone else.”

“I know this won’t necessarily be easy,” Sarah says. “It’s a complicated dynamic, especially with us being so well known publicly. But Y/N, we want to be with you. We want you as part of our relationship. Would you like that too?”

“I would. I really would. I know it’ll be difficult, and we’ll have to keep it a secret, but I want a relationship with you both. Being with you two just feels right in a way nothing ever has before.”

“We feel the same way,” Mitch replies.

They each press a kiss to your lips before sharing one with each other. The three of you sit there in an embrace, and the fact that you’re in a relationship sinks in. You can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.

“What is it?” Mitch asks, noticing your expression.

“Nothing,” you reply. “I’m just really, really happy.”

“We are too,” Sarah says and meets you for another kiss. Mitch turns you towards him and he quickly deepens the kiss. This time you don’t get lost in the feeling, too lost in your thoughts of what you want to happen next.

Mitch notices your hesitance and pulls away asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You shiver at the nickname, holding one of his hands in yours and fidgeting with his fingers while building up the nerve to tell him what you’re thinking.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just. There’s something I want to do. And it makes me really nervous, but I think that I’m ready.” You pause a moment before continuing, “I know that I’m ready. To do this. With you.”

With the hand you’re not currently holding, Mitch cups your face to bring you to look at him. “Y/N, what is it you want to do?”

Even just saying the words feels impossible, not used to wanting this, let alone asking for it. “I, uhm, I want to- I’m ready to go all the way.”

He looks you in the eyes before asking, “Are you saying that you want to have sex with me?” You try to look away, somehow both embarrassed and turned on at the blunt way Mitch is clarifying your desires. “Because it’s absolutely okay if you do. I want to do that too. But only if you’re really ready,” he continues.

“I am,” you say firmly. “I’m ready. I’ve always been so scared of sex, but I saw the way you were with Sarah last night and, I dunno, I just know that you’d take care of me. I realized I don’t have to be scared with you. With either of you,” you finish, reaching one of your hands to rest on Sarah’s leg.

“Of course I’ll take care of you baby,�� he says. “It’s all we want to do.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours, picking up where he left off a few minutes earlier. You feel like you’re too far away from him and move to straddle his lap. His hands immediately go to your waist, pulling you in so you’re flush against him.  

You feel his hard cock against you and begin to grow excited at the thought of what’s about to happen. He guides your arms around his neck and tells you to hold on tight. The next moment he stands from the couch, hands sliding to your bottom to support you so he can carry you inside. The three of you make your way to the bedroom, and Mitch lays you down on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you.

You get lost in the feeling of Mitch’s tongue stroking yours, on his hands sliding along your body. You tug on his shirt and break away to pull it off of him. He does the same to your dress and within minutes all of your clothes are on the floor. His fingers are at your entrance, slipping in one at a time to slowly open you up.  

You look over to see that Sarah is fully clothed and you pout. She notices your expression and says, “I’m okay love, I just want to watch tonight. This is a special moment for you.” You reach out your hand to hold on to hers and she passes something to Mitch before sliding her fingers between yours.

You hear a noise and look back to Mitch and realize what Sarah had handed him. He opens the condom wrapper and slips it on before running the head of his cock through your folds. He looks at you and asks, “Are you sure?” Without hesitating you tell him you’re sure, that you want this.

He lines himself up and starts to push in. You gasp at the stretch and squeeze Sarah’s hand. Mitch leans down to pepper kisses and love bites along your neck as Sarah runs her free hand on your stomach. You focus on those feelings as Mitch continues to push in, checking that you’re okay throughout.

Finally, he’s flush against you, letting out a loud groan in your ear at the feeling of you wrapped around him. Tears leak out of your closed eyes and you’re unsure if they’re from the uncomfortable pressure of being filled for the first time or from the overwhelming emotions running through you.

Sarah wipes away the tears, leaning in to quietly say, “You’re doing so well, love.” After a moment of letting you adjust, Mitch checks in again to see how you’re feeling, and if you want him to continue or pull out.

“Keep going, I’m good, please, you can keep going,” you tell him in a breathy voice you’ve never heard from yourself before.

He starts to move, slow thrusts at first before building up a rhythm after he’s sure you’re ready for more. It doesn’t take long to switch from uncomfortable pressure to intense pleasure. You’re still holding one of Sarah’s hands in yours and she uses her free hand to rub circles on your clit. You’re lost in the sensations, Mitch inside you, Sarah adding to the pleasure, both of their lips leaving kisses all over your body. It all builds until you come with a loud moan, clenching around Mitch. It’s an intense feeling, one that causes you to see stars, and you’re only vaguely aware of Mitch reaching his orgasm just after you.

They both slow down before stilling completely. Mitch tucks his face into your neck saying, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay babe?” You nod and he slowly pulls out as Sarah presses more kisses to the top of your head.

Mitch gets off the bed and you whimper and reach for him, not wanting him to be far away from you. “Shh, love,” Sarah says gently. “He’ll be right back; he’s just gone to get a cloth to clean up.”

A moment later he’s back and uses a damp washcloth to clean between your legs. He slips on a pair of boxers and places a large t-shirt on the bed for you. You know he’s giving you the option to put it on if you’d like but not pressuring you to, and you realize how well he already knows what will make you most comfortable. You slip on the shirt as he climbs in bed next to you. As you curl into his side, Sarah gets up and you pout again but refrain from grabbing for her as well. She changes into pajamas and gets back under the covers, holding you tightly.

You fall asleep almost immediately, missing the whispered conversation between the other two.

“How are you feeling?” Mitch asks her. He knew they had talked previously about the possibility of you and Mitch having sex, but he still wanted to make sure Sarah didn’t feel any different after seeing it happen.

“Honestly?” She replies. “I feel great. Y/N said it earlier, it just feels right. Watching the two of you together was mesmerizing, and beautiful. I think I may have fallen even more in love with you.” He grabs her hand and squeezes gently. You stir in their arms, turning towards Sarah and tucking your face into her neck. They share a smile over you and fall asleep as well.

Shockingly, you’re the last one awake the next morning. When you do finally wake up, you realize you’re sprawled on top of Mitch, clinging to him. He’s running his fingers through your hair, and you feel so content you almost fall back asleep. Before you do, Sarah walks in with a tray full of food. You climb off of Mitch to sit in the middle of the bed and Sarah sets down the tray before sitting next to you.

You rest your head on her shoulder and she says, “Good morning love. You feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling absolutely wonderful,” you reply with a shy smile. You glance at Mitch and see he’s looking at you with a similarly fond expression. “I’m also suddenly starving,” you continue. “This looks amazing!”

They laugh at your enthusiasm for breakfast, and you all start to dig in.

“What would you like to do today,” Mitch asks.

“Nothing. I want to do nothing today. I want to stay here with the two of you and have a movie marathon or binge TV and just cuddle.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replies.

And that’s what the three of you do. At lunch time you switch to hanging out in the living room instead of the bedroom, but that’s the extent of your effort for the day. They end up staying that night as well, brushing their teeth beside you in the bathroom before bed, and you revel in how domestic it feels.

They wake up bright and early with you the next morning and make sure to get their goodbye kisses before you all leave the apartment together. You drop them off in their driveway on your way to work and they each give you a quick hug before going inside the house.

You turn the car around and pull into Ryan’s driveway and sit in there for a moment before going into the house. You give yourself a couple minutes to think about the past few days, smiling and letting out a giggle when you can no longer contain the pure joy you feel.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'm excited for the next part, we're finally adding Harry to the mix soon!

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[siremasterlawrence]

True Believer

My POV:

Shattering glass could be heard falling to massive full room blue carpet in my room when I feel an intense pain banging in my head I scream out loud and hold both of my hands on my forehead crying in utter pain.

My scream is ear excruciatingly high shatter through the windows sending waves of pure bliss hitting ten male celebrities and I mind linking together they suddenly drops to the knees crying in pain ass well feeling all I do till it stops.

I black out completely falling face forward on to the ground sliding on to my side I am calling for help before I go dark for a new world transformation and my more celebrity pals do the same and wake up a few hours later.

Ben:

“Uuugggghhh! What happened?” I think to myself waking up twice on the ground of a tennis court as Ben Affleck along with my mind in his we are one now and I stir him up in to reality where he is shocked to be laying in filth.

His body rolls on instinct I instructing him to rise to his feet which he does obediently to pick up his racket and starts to paddle the ball with his palm before aiming it up into the air and hitting with his racket pounding it across the room.

The ball pounces on the wall shooting right back at us with such force as the other two are afraid to even hit back it passes them in such power and sheer rage they jump to the side even Ben is even shock he could do that at all.

Tom:

Across the sea the same impact is evidently happening everywhere connecting many to me I can see his reflection looking back at me and I sit up with mischievous smile on my face turning to see his wife I knew I would have fun.

We slip from his bed standing in front of the mirror slowly taking off of his pajamas head to toes he is distinctly naked for me to see the fruits of my labor forcing him to strike a pose every two minutes switching his toned body.

New positions being discovered for us both as he exposes his muscles rippling at my very touch and his body scooting ever closer to the glass and my mind using his lips to kiss every crevice and inch of his arms.

Henry:

Henry Cavill meanwhile burst through the glass doors of his home stripping his body, the shirts above his head and the pants dropping like flies and me rushing into his bathroom showing off to myself and my own audience.

The mirror grows very tiring after a hour of admiring his looks I flip the knob for the bath faucet raining down on to us as I step in and I embrace the steaming heat with the cold brisk air coming at us through the window on to my skin.

My hand goes at it lathering up my hand with soap then splattering it digging deepin to my skin the water splashing it all away as it curls to the sink hole and my back tend to keep backing the wall feeling the warmth of it.

Chris E

My favorite stands tall in his bedroom his wife leaving for the day I excitedly feel the enthralling pounding is his heartbeat filled with happiness in his heart and he senses my hands invisible smothering his body with warmth.

Winking in the mirror I disrobe to his under pants kneeling downward, lifting both of my arms in the air pushing his nose in to the arm pits licking, sucking and kissing them carefully with so much passion, desire and need.

His cock grows even harder springing in to action pointing straight forward with a plus for a effortless attitudes, his face contorts to one of a smarmy expression of asswipe with condescension on his mind and he will soon know the truth with his camera in my hand texting a pic for me.

Chris P

“Why am I still outside?” A voice calls

“Turn around”

“Who is it?” He questions

“TURN AROUND “

“Fuck! Fine” he swears

“Who the fuck are you ?” He screams

“Guess who body this is?”

“It’s mine…like always” he yells

“Give me my body back” he howls

“Do you want me to punch you?” I ask”

“Hell no! Release me” he begs

“Mwahahahahaha!” I bellow loudly hitting him in the face.

“Do you love my control?”

“I hate you “

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

“You love me”

“I’ll prove it “

“Ahahahahahaha….oh god…ohohohoh”

Tom Ellis is working out in a private gym and he is not expecting a mob of other hot celebrity guys gunning for him as they grab him off the machine and knock him out as he lifted in to a spa.

“Hello Tom”

“Shut up”

“Don’t speak “

“Notice the heat “

“The heat calms you “

“Soothing you “

“Freeing your mind “

“Freezing you out “

“You are a spectator now”

“Welcome to the show “

“This is my body “

“Entertainment me”

“Hey babe”

“Uuuugghhhh”

“Your voice”

“Your words”

“I am straining here”

“You have me”

Stephen Amell is at the pool of his home in a bit of heat he is looking extraordinary faded light army green shirt, shorts and sun shade showing off most of his skin bathing and basking in the glory of the sunlight washing on to him.

“Wait? Where am I?”

“With me”

“Oh right”

“Hey babe”

“Babe”

“Are you ok?”

“I guess”

“It’s all wrong “

“What is?”

“What’s missing?”

“My home “

“My wife and kids “

“Yyyuuuccckkk”

“Hey!”

“That dream again I see”

“It’s not a dream “

“Remember…this is my body now”

“Oh yeah! Hell yeah!”

Liam hemsworth is lying in bed completely waking up in a panic of sweat he is so hot and bothered he has no idea what I am up to except we are a single unit and one ass all in together he should serve me his one god.

The end

[burnwater13]

Grogu and Din Djarin at their homestead on Nevarro, The Mandalorian, Season 3, Episode 8, The Return

Part 3 of Zombies? Did someone say Zombies

Din Djarin put his targeting scope up agains his visor and focused in on the shambling mass. It had started to turn up toward the cabin, but the uphill trajectory seemed to be slowing it down even more. That was good news. As was the fact that the ‘skin’ of the thing seemed to be a pretty large tarp. 

Would a zombie do that? Use something to hide itself from sight? He doubted it. But then what the hell did he know about zombies? He laughed at himself and began to adjust the scope so he could get a better view considering how dark it was, when he felt something grab his leg. Dank Farrik! 

Grogu coo’d and chirped at him and the Mandalorian resisted the urge to give his son the lecture of a lifetime. He told himself that he didn’t want to give their location away, but he was pretty sure all he’d say were things better left unsaid. 

He took a moment, sucked in a deep breath and sighed very, very slowly. 

“Grogu. I told you to stay put. Whatever that thing is, it’s not a zombie, okay? It’s probably just Fennec playing an elaborate trick on us.”  Uff. This thing was out of hand. 

Grogu shook his head. 

Din Djarin put a hand on his hip and gave his son ‘the look’. Grogu drooped like a flower that needed water. Dank Farrik! How did the kid manage to look so adorable when he was being such a pest? 

The Mandalorian relented. He carefully picked Grogu up and then handed him the scope to look through. Once he switched it around and pointed it in the correct direction he let Grogu actually look through it. It was about time they covered scopes in their lessons.

Grogu made some tiny adjustments and then coo’d a long, low sound that made the hairs on the back of the Mandalorian’s neck stand up. 

“Let me take a look.” Din spoke as he tried to take the scope from Grogu. Uff. The kid had an iron grip. 

“Okay, tell me what you see then.” 

The best bounty hunter in the Outer Rim and he couldn’t get his own son to hand back a scope. He’d think about what that meant when they were finished dealing with shambling hulks. 

Grogu began a long soft series of coo’s, chirps, whistles and clicks. Din listened patiently. By the end of lecture, he was pretty sure that he understood Grogu describing the critter under the tarp as having dozens of tiny feet. 

The Mandalorian had heard of a species of giant milipyropedes. They were like giant fire breathing salamanders with hundreds of tiny little tarsi that also burned the ground they walked on. Had someone found one on the lava flats and thrown a tarp over it? Why not just shoot it? Plus, those critters weren’t even native to Nevarro. Dank Farrik.

“Grogu, please hand me the scope. I need to take a look.” 

Grogu chirped and smiled and handed his dad the scope without an argument. 

Uff. 

The Mandalorian put the scope back up to his visor and realized quickly what a mistake that was. Grogu had smeared the lens with whatever he had on his hands. How the heck had the kid been able to even tell that the critter had feet? He put the scope away and decided to trust his gut. 

“Okay buddy. We’re going down there and we’re going to see just what sort of critter is there. Zombie or not, we’ve got to know before we can do anything. I may need you to use the Force on it. Do you think you can do that?”

Din Djarin had to immediately suppress the urge to laugh. Grogu was scowling at him as if he’d asked him if he still liked frog stew for lunch. The Mandalorian had instantly heard Grogu’s ‘Of course I do, Dad! What kind of crazy question was that?!’ and couldn’t help but find that funny.

“I know. You can. Come on.”

With Grogu tucked against his chest on the left side, leaving his right hand free if he needed his side arm, the Mandalorian began a slow, stealthy approach toward the shambling mass. Grogu seemed tense and ready to spring the ‘magic hand thing’ on whatever critter it really was until they both heard the sound. 

It was a strange, chittering sound. The Mandalorian had to admit he’d never heard anything quite like it. Because under the chittering there was the sound of metal scraping against bone. Was it some sort of half living thing, like that spider tank thing from Mandalore? The Armorer had said that the cyborg that operated it was killed off and that they hadn’t found any more of them. Dank Farrik!

“Okay buddy. See if you can just grab the thing that’s covering it. Maybe it can’t be exposed to starlight or something like that. On my mark.”

The Mandalorian worked his way around so he would be higher up the rise than the creature and gave Grogu the signal to remove the covering. 

Grogu had every right to be proud of how quickly he did what his dad asked him to do, the Mandalorian reflected. If anything was lacking int he execution it was Din Djarin forgetting to tell Grogu where to put the damn thing once he’d removed it from the creature! Grogu, being Grogu, had pulled the covering right to them. Now Din was fighting his way out of the thing while Grogu was still holding it in place.

“Buddy! Drop it. Just drop it!” 

Grogu giggled and did as his dad demanded. The Mandalorian looked at the creature that had gotten them out of the cabin in the middle of the night fully armed and began to laugh. 

The four Anzellans stopped in their tracks and had turned to face the two of them. The Mandalorian didn’t have to hear them to know they were complaining as they were begging him to keep ‘the bad baby’ away from them. Grogu, for his part, was trying to get out of Din’s hold so he could rush over to the small droid smiths and do exactly what they were afraid he would do. Hug them tight.

“Grogu, buddy, stop wiggling. What are you folk doing out this way?” Din asked the Anzellans as they had stopped talking.

“Delivery. Lady pay us. Make droids for you. Hollow. Bad baby. No touchy.”

What? 

Din walked over to the pile of stuff the Anzellans had left on the ground as they rushed to put a safe distance between themselves and Grogu. 

“Grogu, what do you think this is?”

Grogu’s focus on the Anzellans was finally broken and he turned his attention to the pile of stuff at the Mandalorian’s feet. He started giggling and pointing.

“Dank Farrik!” 

Clearly the lady in question was Fennec Shand. Din could make out that the Anzellans had made two ‘costumes’ for her little joke. One was a Mandalorian sized pit droid and the other looked like a miniature version of the Mandalorian’s armor. 

“Remember that time at Peli Motto’s when you were sick and you asked me to get you your toys, blanket, and the ball? Fennec said if I kept hopping up to get you things I’d turn into a pit droid? I guess she decided to follow up on that.”

Grogu began to giggle more and Din Djarin finally put him down so he could run over and examine the costumes. With Grogu occupied, the Mandalorian walked over to Anzellans with a request of his own. After a minute or two of haggling and a promise to bring the tarp back to their shop for them, the droid smiths promptly made their escape. They obviously didn’t trust Grogu to stay interested in the two costumes.

Din was just glad that the whole zombie thing was over. He didn’t want to know what it took to deal with a real zombie or even if there were real zombies. Knowing Fennec that had just been part of the elaborate joke.

Boba’s palace, Tatooine

“Administrator Shand? You have a delivery?” Major Domo brought Fennec a large box that was ornately decorated. 

“Is there a tag on it?” Fennec asked suspiciously. It wasn’t her naming day and she didn’t celebrate the anniversary of her birth, largely because she didn’t know it.

“No, Administrator Shand, there is not.” 

The Major Domo handed her the box and stepped smartly away.

“Well, Fennec, it looks like you have a secret admirer. Go ahead. Open it.” 

Daimyo Fett was enjoying how the arrival of this package was messing with her normal impervious nature. Normally she was unflappable. But right now, she was flapping and he found that very amusing. 

“Sure, Boss. An admirer. Those are always the people who send me things unexpectedly.” She poked at the box with a knife that came out of thin air.

“Fennec Shand, afraid of a box. Never thought I would see that day.” Boba Fett chuckled. 

“In your dreams. Boss.” Fennec replied and then quickly cut through the ribbon that secured the top of the box to its base.  Then she quickly yanked the top off and waited for something to happen. 

The room was silent in anticipation. 

Then Fennec began to laugh. She was loud and the laughter didn’t fade for at least a minute.

“What under the two suns are you cackling like a Dathomirian witch about?” Boba Fett groused at his second in command.

Fennec couldn’t explain it. She just pulled up the object from the box.

Boba Fett began to laugh. He had to wipe his eyes and then he had to turn away. He couldn’t stop laughing. He’d have to spend extra time in the bacta tank that night. 

“Hey! We’re gonna be twins! Boonta Eve won’t know what hit it!” Peli Motto called out as she stepped into the throne room and saw what Fennec was holding.

“Did Mando send that to ya? He said he was cookin’ up something special. That sure is it! I’ve always wanted a sister!” Peli continued.

Then Fennec did what she did best. She disappeared and they wondered if maybe she wasn’t actually a Dathomirian witch after all!

@marcus-is-my-muse Here it is, part 3

[writing-good-vibes]

tell me you'd like boys like me better.

literally nobody asked for this but here i am. do i think corey would set out to be a homewrecker? no, it's canon that he really admires the allens. do i think he would be easily persuaded by an older man that he respects? yes. do i think mr allen is being an asshole in this story by taking advantage of corey's daddy issues and need for attention/affection? also yes.

WARNING for corey cunningham x mr allen relationship, smut (nothing graphic but it isn't mild either), daddy issues on corey's part, a legal age gap and some (very) mild implications of prostitution/sex work.

Corey knows exactly what his momma would think if she knew about this.

At best she'd think he'd turned to homewrecking in a desperate bid for attention. She'd wail and yell and ask, "Don't I give you enough? Is your mother's love not enough for you all of a sudden?" He'd never get another moment alone for the rest of his life.

At worst, however, she'd be accusing Mr Allen of taking advantage of her poor sweet boy. Her poor sweet boy who doesn't know any better, who couldn't possibly have ever agreed to do any so filthy with that sleaze.

But what momma doesn't know won't hurt her, Corey thinks, and he intends to keep it that way.

To be honest, he isn't completely sure how this all happened. Corey needed the money for engineering college, he'd been taking as many cash-in-hand jobs as he could, but the Allens were the only family who gave him regular, weekly work. He'd started doing their yard work in the spring, just as their perfect flowerbeds were coming into bloom and their lush green lawn was needing to be cut more regularly.

As spring turned to summer, Corey quickly started to grow comfortable with the Allens. Theresa was like the mother he wish he had, balanced and hospitable, and Roger was, perhaps not surprisingly, more attentive than Ronald had ever been towards him.

Midwest summers are humid and, without thinking much of it at the time, Corey would take his shirt off to combat the temperature while he toiled in their yard. He wasn't the fittest guy in the world, but he was in shape, something which hadn't meant anything to him until this summer --

Actually, Corey does know how it all started. It started with a beer.

One such summer day, as he is shovelling the last of the lawn clippings from the mower into a trash bag, Mr Allen appears at the back door. He has two beers in hand and sits down in one of the expensive wicker garden chairs on the patio.

Corey switches the shovel to one hand and waves tentatively.

"You finishing up?" Mr Allen calls over.

"Yeah, pretty much," Corey brushes the stray blades of grass from his hands onto his basketball shorts. "I can put the hose on, water the flowerbeds before I go?"

Mr Allen shakes his head dismissively, "Don't worry about it, I'll sort it later."

Corey nods attentively, grabbing the trash bag and walking back to the patio. As he approaches, he realises his predicament and a wave of self-consciousness crashes over him. His t-shirt is draped over one of the garden chairs, the one next to Mr Allen.

Corey grabs for it while trying not to get too close. When he pulls the shirt over his head and looks back at Mr Allen, the older man is holding two twenty dollar bills and the second beer bottle out to Corey.

"This weeks pay, plus something extra, for all your hard work," he says. Mr Allen has a roguish sort of smile, it feels misplaced on his clean-cut, white collar face.

Corey smiles softly, his lip quirking up over his teeth. He takes the money but he shakes his head at the beer, "Oh, thank you, really, but I couldn't."

"Ah c'mon, you deserve it. You're a good kid Corey, relax a little." He kicks out one of the chairs for Corey to sit on.

Corey is already 21; Mr Allen isn't doing anything wrong. And, if he chews some gum on the way home, his momma won't even be able to smell the alcohol on his breath.

Nothing actually happens that day. Corey takes the beer and sits on the expensive patio set with Mr Allen. They talk for a while, about Mr Allen's -- "Roger, please," -- job and about Corey's community college work. Corey finishes his beer and Mr Allen walks him to the front door when he leaves, watches him cycle off home to have another unbearable dinner with his momma.

This happens again, a few times. It's almost a routine. Until one day, Mr Allen calls Corey in from the garden before he's even finished trimming back the hedges. Corey comes inside, a nervous tension in his shoulders; he was about to be fired, right?

Roger is sat on the couch in the living room, arm splayed over the back and legs stretched in front of him. He gestures for Corey to come in and he does, follows like a puppy to its master. "Thought you could use a break a little earlier today, it's a scorcher out there"

He wasn't wrong, it'd turn out to be one of the hottest days of that summer, but at the time it was simply an excuse. Like usual, they talk, drink. Mrs Allen and Jeremy are out at a birthday party, Mr Allen says. For some other spoilt rich kid, Corey guesses.

There's a football game on the TV, but neither of them are really watching it. Corey's never been interested in sports, but Ronald watched the NFL. When he'd first started dating Corey's momma, he'd taken Corey to a football game once.

"So, how are things at home?" Mr Allen asks.

The sudden change of topic makes Corey jump, almost worried he'd said something out loud to prompt the question. "They're fine," Corey nods, taking another sip of beer to occupy his mouth.

"You don't talk much about your family," Mr Allen continues, gently. "Do you not get along with them?"

Corey shakes his head, not sure if he's agreeing with or rejecting the idea. "No, well, I mean. My mom can be kind of a lot, and Ronald's nice, he's just not, y'know, my dad."

Mr Allen nods. He takes his car into Prevo Garage, he knows Ronald well enough. "I get it. You know, if you ever want someone to talk to, about your folks -- or about anything else -- you can come to me."

Corey glances over at the older man, "Thanks, Mr Allen."

He's looking intently at Corey, a kindly look on his chiselled face, "Hey, you can just call me Roger, please."

Mrs Allen and Jeremy are out visiting Mrs Allen's parents the next time Corey comes around to do the lawn.

He's still breathing heavily from his cycle over, peddling harder than usual to burn steam off after another interrogation from his momma.

Mr Allen greets him at the door, lets him in and offers him a beer before he's even done any work. "You look like you need to cool off already," he says.

"No, it's okay, I'm just," Corey takes a deep breath in to settle his breathing. "I sort of had an argument with my mom before I came over," he shrugs, then hastily adds, "It was nothing though, just normal stuff."

Mr Allen nods knowingly, guiding them through to the kitchen,, "What did you argue about?" He pops the cap off a beer with a bottle opener and hands it to Corey.

Corey takes the offered beverage but doesn't drink it, "She's just overprotective. She doesn't like me doing yard work, thinks I'll hurt myself."

"That's understandable," Mr Allen says, taking a swig of his own drink, "But you can tell your mother she can rest assured knowing you're safe and sound here, right?"

"Right," Corey holds back a smile. It wasn't great advice, his momma would be having none of it, but it was something. And as silly as he knew it sounded, he kind of did feel safe at the Allen's house, with their soothingly modern décor and gentle demeanours and peaceful, domestic lives.

While he's thinking over this revelation, Corey didn't notice Mr Allen step closer to him. Closer and closer, his breath ghosting Corey's lips. A hand on his waist.

Corey had never, ever been kissed before. He didn't know what to do; with his mouth, his hands, anything at all. Strong, surprisingly soft fingers grip his chin, keeping him steady. Subconsciously Corey leans back, trying to find the counter for some stability, letting Mr Allen crowd him until he's pressed snuggly into the kitchen island. Mr Allen's knee finds it's way between Corey's legs and his hips stutter. He forces himself to stay still, to not rut and show how easily he's getting worked up.

The whole thing is languid and slow, seducing Corey into it until he isn't thinking about how he looks, or what to do with his tongue when his mouth is coaxed open, or about where his hands are meant to be now that they're settled on Mr Allen's shoulders. Corey isn't thinking about anything at all.

And then it's over. Mr Allen pulls away and Corey stands there, trying and failing not to look like the hapless virgin that he is.

The older man smiles, picks Corey's untouched beer off the counter and hands it to him, "Don't work to hard out there."

Corey nods, takes the beer and hurries out to the garden. Standing on the sun-trap patio still feels less stifling that the heat he experienced indoors.

After mowing the lawn and weeding the flowerbeds, Corey is almost out the door before Mr Allen stops him, pulling his wallet out. Of course, Corey's yard-work pay. He takes two twenty dollar bills out, then retrieves an extra ten dollar bill. He folds the small stack and hands it over.

Corey hesitates, "Oh, um, normally it's just $40."

"You're a good kid, Corey. Call it a goodwill pay rise," Mr Allen insists.

2 a.m. rolls around and Corey is listening intently. His momma and Ronald have long since gone to bed, but he waits anyway. Wants to be absolutely sure no one is still awake.

Eventually he plucks up the courage, slips a hand down beneath the cover and over his pyjama pants. He's so hard that even the lightest touch makes him twitch.

Kicking the covers off himself, Corey readjusts, shoves a hand down his briefs and feels just how hot his skin is. There's lotion on his nightstand but he doesn't need it, his cock slick enough with how long he's waited.

Mr Allen kissed him, he thinks. With his strong hands and sharp features. Thinks about the way he laughs and the way he seems so self-assured, so understanding of the world. And he is so nice to him.

It doesn't take long and Corey gasps into the empty darkness when he comes, too soon and too suddenly for him to even cover his mouth.

One kiss turns into two, which turns into every time they found themselves alone. Mrs Allen has a bustling social life.

Today she's at lunch with her friends, and Jeremy has a playdate, and Corey is sat in Mr Allen's lap, face pressed to the older man's neck, with a forgotten football game still playing out on the TV.

Heavy petting is as far as they've gotten in the up to now and Corey is getting used to it, rocking his hips just right to keep a baseline buzz of arousal coursing through him. Feeling the hard bulge of an erection beneath him. He wonders how Mr Allen hasn't got bored yet, isn't dry humping a little juvenile for a man like him?

The firm, commanding hands on Corey's hips slip further down, squeezing the flesh of his ass through his jeans.

Mr Allen turns slightly, to whisper gruffly in Corey's ear, "You've never given head, have you?"

Corey shakes his head, unwilling to leave the safe crevice of Mr Allen's neck, not with his face as flushed as it is.

The grip on his ass loosens and Corey is being guided up, off Mr Allen's lap and back down, lower this time. There's a lavish, short-pile rug in front of the couch that cushions his knees.

Mr Allen grips Corey's chin, strokes a thumb over his cheek. Wide, wet brown eyes stare up at him. Eager to please. Mr Allen chuckles as he pulls himself out of his shorts with his spare hand. It isn't a sound meant to to make Corey feel like he was being laughed at, but the twitch of the younger man's cheek beneath his thumb made him think that might of been the result anyway.

Slowly, Mr Allen's hand drifts to the back of Corey's head, fingers sliding through his curly hair at the roots, before he instils a gentle pressure on the younger man.

Corey lets himself be moved, eyes up the cock in front of him and tries to relax. Mr Allen directs him; tells him to loosen his jaw, to mind his teeth, to let his tongue work the tip when he lets him up for air.

"That's it, good boy," Mr Allen's voice is rougher than normal, but the praise warms Corey from the inside out. "Good boy, Corey, you're such a pretty boy like this."

He tells him when to swallow.

Corey still gets paid his $50, even when he doesn't actually get around to doing any of the yard work he was meant to. If Mr Allen wasn't so nice to him, Corey thinks he should be feeling a little bit exploited. Sometimes he worries Mrs Allen will be upset that her garden is not being kept as spruce as it used to be, but Mr Allen promises she won't even notice.

It's not that Corey didn't feel guilty, because he did, he really did. But if he stopped doing this, then Mr Allen would stop giving him attention, and Corey really, desperately didn't want the attention to stop.

Usually he could push these thoughts away, but sometimes they pervaded. Especially when he graduated from quickies on the couch or bent over the kitchen counter to the luxury of a bed. There was something about doing it in the bedroom that made Corey feel dirty. Lay back on expensive cotton bedsheets, glasses discarded on Mrs Allen's nightstand, hands twisted in the pillow and letting Mr Allen do what he wanted to him. Knowing that in the evening, Mrs. Allen would be sleeping in the very same spot with no idea that her husband had been getting busy with some sweet young thing in their bed.

Corey can smell her perfume, something flowery and expensive, -- though not unlike his momma's -- on the sheets when he turns his heard to try and muffle his noises.

"There's a good boy," Mr Allen whispers, two fingers spreading Corey open. And he is being such a good boy, legs spread and panting. "So easy, that's it. Good boy."

"Pl-ease," the word gets caught in Corey's throat as Mr Allen hits just the right spot. His leg twitches pathetically with his need for more.

"You want it bad, huh?" Mr Allen slows his pace to teasing. His other hand smooths and kneads Corey's stomach, working up to his chest.

Corey nods, a childish pout on his lips.

Mostly they did it missionary, with Corey's legs locked tightly, desperately around Mr Allen's hips. Corey thinks it's because Mr Allen is a traditional, straight-laced man at heart.

Corey's hands curl tightly in the sheets. After a while, when all of his inhibitions are gone, he clings to Mr Allen's toned, tanned back instead, careful to keep his blunt nails from digging too deeply. Mr Allen thinks he doesn't have to be so careful, leaving hickies on his chest and and bruises on his hips that Corey pokes at in the bathroom mirror to keep them tender for longer.

Now and then though, just as Corey is getting stupid with how good it feels, Mr Allen would flip them over and with firm, fatherly hands, he'd grip Corey's hips as he bounces in his lap. Corey knows Mr Allen likes to watch him like this, likes to watch his face scrunch up and the whimpers leave his lips when he finds that spot all by himself. The first few times he was painfully shy about it, trying to keep all his embarrassing noises inside even when he was falling apart, but now he shows off, whines and pants and begs because that's what Roger wants to see.

Later, Corey stares at himself in the vanity mirror in the Allens' en suite. He's a mess, all swollen lips and wet cheeks. He cleans himself up, like he always does before leaving. Swills his mouth and spits into the spotless porcelain sink. Splashes water over his flushed face and scrubs the sweat and sex from his skin. Combs his hair back into some semblance of a style with his fingers. Reminds himself to pick up his yard work money from the table in the entrance hall. He needs to leave soon, momma will throw a fit if he's late for dinner.

[rainythealias]

Spring's Flowers

(This references day 4's fic!) Spring was abloom in the air. And so were Akutagawa's pollen allergies, coming in full swing just like the daffodils.

Chuuya groaned at the loud sound of another sneeze followed by coughs. School was almost out, and he'd already heard Akutagawa sneeze eleven times. It's not that the kid wasn't great, it's just that loud sneezing followed by loud coughing was just not a good environment for schoolwork. Plus, he had a majority of his classes with him and hearing this all day was tiring. He offers a tissue, and the other accepts it gratefully, holding it to his runny nose. Chuuya scribbles down a few more answers, then gets up to turn in his worksheet, passing a certain boy as he walked. 

A tiny shred of paper tickles the back of his neck as he walks back, Dazai having flung it at him. He sighs in annoyance, sitting back down and pulling out his phone. 

It wasn't scheduled to rain later, he noted. He'd have to drag the scrawny mackerel outside for some fresh air and good old vitamin D.

Getting bored, he scrolled through his various social medias before the bell rung and he could finally leave. He walks over to Dazai, asks if he wants to hang out, then practically pulls Dazai outside by the collar after he was given a yes. They walked back, exchanging quips and comments, yelling at each other occasionally. When they reached Chuuya's house, Dazai immediately went over to the pile of small rocks and pebbles that had accumulated under Chuuya's bedroom window and chucked a small one at him. 

Upon impact, Chuuya shouts angrily, stomping over and throwing it back at him, careful to not actually hurt him. Dazai falls theatrically to the ground, clutching his head.

"Oh! The chibi has mortally wounded me! I shall spend my last moments in great suffering and devastation! Whatever shall I do!? Chibi, do not be so cruel! Embrace me in my final moments on this depressing mortal coil!" 

Dazai proceeds to shuffle over on his knees, slumping over onto Chuuya's shins and squeezing them with his arms. Chuuya huffs and picks him up by the armpits. The other dusts himself off.

"Why are there so many rocks over there?"

"My menace of a neighbor throws them at my window every night at 9:14 exactly. Every single night. If he misses a night, he doubles the amount he uses the next night."

One of them eventually switches the topic, and the two go fill up their water bottles and grab quick snacks, Chuuya watching Dazai to make sure that the other didn't practically glue himself to a piece of furniture in order to avoid the outdoors. Since Chuuya lived in a more suburban area of Yokohama, he had access to a grassy hill in the back, complete with asphalt road for people and a small dirt path from being tread on so often. 

They walk up the road, going into the grass once they spot the path. They walk quietly, their usual chatting kept to a minimum as the sun shone down on them.

At one point, Dazai bends down to inspect a pretty blue flower, the pollen dusting his fingers and the sun making his eyelashes and hair look slightly amber.

Chuuya smiles.

It was a good day.

[sam-loves-seb]

steddie christmas party au

the thing is--there's an office holiday party coming up.

steve, who works as a guidance counselor at hawkins middle, knows that every year the staff throws a holiday party. he wasn't here for the one last year, off visiting nancy and robin in boston for the holidays, but everyone says it's always a good time and the teachers have all been hounding him to go.

the thing is--he wouldn't even mind going alone. he actually likes some of his co-workers, and he has enough natural charm to survive one night of bad food and christmas music and punch that's just a little too strong to have more than two glasses without getting wasted. he knows that he could go alone and everything would be fine.

but he doesn't really want to.

"plus one?" the school secretary says with raised brows as he hands in his rsvp card. "i didn't know you were seeing anybody."

steve just shrugs as he turns to head back to his office. it's not like people haven't tried to pry into his love life before--some of the female teachers make their availability blaringly obvious to him every time he answers the question "do you have a girlfriend" with "no"--they just haven't gone about it in the right way.

it's not like he's hiding his relationship, people just assume, and they assume incorrectly. that's not his fault.

"the staff christmas party?" eddie asks that night as they're getting ready for bed. "you seriously want to go to that?"

"you don't have to come," steve tells him around a mouthful of toothpaste, then spits. "i just thought it might be nice for you to meet some of my co-workers, and for some of them to meet you. but if you don't want to come with me, that's okay, really."

"babe, if you want me there, i'm there," eddie tells him as he ditches his jeans for flannel pajamas. "just don't be surprised when i get tipsy off the punch and make a fool out of you on the dance floor."

and so, they went to the party with steve dressed in his usual khakis with this favorite ugly christmas sweater worn over a casual dress shirt, and eddie in his usual black on black, though he switched the band t-shirt for a button-up. he added a red tie last minute to try and be more festive for the party, even though steve kept telling him he could wear whatever he wanted.

they walk into the gym hand in hand, and more than a few people stop talking to turn and stare.

but eddie's not paying attention because he's looking at the tinsel hung up on the walls and wondering how they got it that high up, and steve ignores all the surprised faces looking at him until he spots his group of friends tucked together in the corner, some with their spouses, some without.

he drags eddie over to them and introduces him as his boyfriend--saying it loud enough for every goddamn eavesdropper to hear it clearly--and eddie shakes hands and smiles as steve's friends greet him without missing a beat.

they eat and they drink and they dance, and most of the party gets over their initial shock pretty quickly after seeing how happy steve is with eddie around. the rest of the night goes by quickly, and someone even snaps a picture of steve kissing eddie under the mistletoe hanging over the gym door.

by the time the students come back from break in the new year the rumors about mr. harrington sexuality are basically non-existent--thank you short attention spans--and most of the teachers have stopped asking him if he has a girlfriend. steve feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, one he didn't even realize he was carrying. it's freeing, having everyone--everyone who matters--know about about eddie.

and when the staff christmas party rolls around again next year, steve has twice as much fun dragging eddie under the mistletoe with a ring on his finger and a date picked out for the spring.

[interneteclipse]

"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

 You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine. 

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

[subwaysurf45]

Daunting Doctor’s Visit

Summary: going to the doctor’s had never really been a fun idea to you, it wasn’t a good time. luckily Bucky’s happy to be your plus one when you have your yearly physical packed with everything you’ve been putting off for a while. 

Words: 3,112

Warnings: takes place a doctor’s office, mentions of blood work, pap smear, medications, birth control, other medical issue, inaccurate descriptions of medical procedures, inaccurate medical advice. 

Your foot wouldn’t stop tapping, the rest of your body was still but your foot was moving fast. You had your bag over your arm and your jacket on, ready at the door and anxiously waiting. With the way your arms were crossed you could see your watch, counting the seconds until the following minute, doing the math to know how fast you needed to get there. 

“Sorry,” Bucky ran down the stairs, the entire old house creaked, “sorry, the fucking call went longer than expected, I really-” “Tell me in the car please,” you pointed at the shoes you had laid out for him to literally slip into, “we really have to go.” 

“I got you,” Bucky had his shoes on in no time, opening the door for you and linking his arm with yours, “we’re not going to be late, it’s alright.” 

The doctor's office wasn’t exactly paradise on Earth, there had never been a moment at the office where you were scarred to the extent that you swore never to come back; it just made you extremely uncomfortable. You were going for a yearly physical and also a pap smear, blood work, and a talk about your medications. Normally you’d wait until everything pilled up so you could make one trip and forget about it for the rest of the year. 

Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your hand on the center console, you had told Bucky early in your relationship about being on birth control and other meds to help with your mental health, and the moment you realized he was the one was when he started to pay and pick up your birth control for you. Never complained about it once and even made sure you took it, the same with the other meds. 

“We’re not going to be late,” he said at the red light, “nothing to worry about.” he looked over to see your head down, trying to focus on your breathing, “good deep breathes, babe, really good,” the hand that was holding yours was brought to his lips. 

“Can you hold my hand during the pap smear?” you whispered. 

“I can hold your hand the entire time if you want,” he squeezed your hand, “I don’t care if I’m sitting on the examination table with you or awkwardly reaching across the room, alright?” you nodded and the light turned green, Bucky kissed your hand again and drove forward. 

There had been times when you’d talk to your mom about being tired too often and she’d randomly spring it on the doctor, they’d ask to take blood and you couldn’t exactly say no even though you were not prepared for it in the slightest. When you were first put on birth control was not for sex at all, your dad was still livid at the idea of a high schooler taking a pill like that. 

You could feel the judgement of the other people in the room, everyone was looking at one another as they tried to figure out what was wrong with someone. There would be times when old people or children would openly stare at you, with no shame at all when you sat there on your own. Nothing was wrong with you, you either wanted to switch medication or needed to get a vaccine but it felt like people had other ideas about you. 

“What if they think we’re pregnant?” you asked as you sat in the parking lot, not ready to get out of the car yet. 

“So what?” Bucky faced you, having already unbuckled you and himself. 

“They’ll think I’m a slut for having a kid so early,” your hands rubbed together, “they’ll think we’re trying to get rid of it.” 

“Babe,” Bucky leaned forward and made you look at him, “you’ll never see these people again, I promise you that. And if you do?” a smile graced his lips, “they won’t recognize you, they’re not going to point you out at the grocery store at the girl who went to the doctors that one day in the summer, alright?” his hand cupped your cheek, “I know it’s scary, but I believe no one will pay any mind to you, I won’t let go of your hand,” his lips pressed against your temple, “I promise.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, “let’s go.” 

You sat in the waiting room after checking in, you had Bucky’s hand in your lap to trace and fiddle with. You’d clean out the small bits of dirt from under his nails, or gently run the pad of your thumb over his nail bed. Your eyes were heavily focused on his hand, the veins and his knuckles, there were so many things to trace and count you simply didn’t have the time. 

“Babe,” Bucky whispered, “they called you.” 

You stood and so did Bucky, following you to the back and into one of many rooms. The doctor quickly joined you, shaking Bucky’s hand. “I’m Dr. Reaya, a pleasure to meet you.” 

“You too,” Bucky smiled and sat with you on the table. 

“Okay, so,” she flipped through the pages, “how about we get the pap over and done with, how does that sound?” 

“Good,” you nodded and immediately picked up Bucky’s hand. 

“Are you nervous?” 

You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes tightly to prevent any tears from slipping through. Bucky never talked over you or for you, he was good about letting you have your voice. But he knew when to pipe in, “she’s nervous about everything.” 

“It’ll hurt more if you’re nervous,” she pulled the straps down for your feet, “if you could take your bottoms off and lay back on the table, placing your feet in the stirrups that would be appreciated.” she left after that, giving you both a moment. 

“Here,” he held out his hand after you took your bottoms off, he placed them on the chair he had brought up to the table before sitting on them. “You’re alright,” he whispered and helped you to get under the sheet. 

“May I come back in?” the Doctor asked, and Bucky answered for you. 

“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered as the Doctor and another nurse walked in, they were preparing for the examination and didn’t hear you. 

Bucky didn’t verbally answer, all he did was take your hand into his and brought it close to his chest. He was watching you tentatively, but he hid it well. 

“Alright,” the nurse began, talking you through everything, “you’re going to feel a slight cramp…” her voice trailed off, “please try not to stiffen,” her voice sounded as though her brows were pulled together and her tongue poked out of her lips. 

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky hushed, “remember how we first met?” he smiled, “at the party?”

“Yeah,” you grunted out. 

“Can you tell me?” 

Natasha had left you to hook up with a guy, you were proud of her. After that horrendous dumping by her Ex, you knew Steve would treat her right, maybe for more than a night. The only issue was that you were left alone at a party you weren’t invited to, these were Natasha’s friends and it was obvious. It was like you were invisible in the backyard where smoke and laughter filled the air. 

You stood off to the side with a classic red cup in your hand, slowly sipping it and looking around for someone to talk to, anyone really. These people were frat boys who didn’t make the cut, people who brought the high school to university to make sure they kept living their glory days for as long as possible. The girls acted like in every movie out there, the cheerleader who ran the squad, all yelling over one another to get someone’s attention. It was weird to see them all be so passive, preaching about feminism while pulling up old ugly photos of people they barely knew. Natasha wasn’t like that but somehow accepted it. 

“Are you dissecting them with your eyes?” two guys approached you, “I don’t think it’s any fun to stand and watch the party, there are guys trying to convince everyone to jump in their pool.” 

“I’m guessing you two want to hide from the awkward no?” you laughed as you took a sip of whatever was in your drink. 

“Precisely,” the other one spoke, he was handsome and quiet. Long brown hair sat perfectly in his face, enough to cover his features but not enough to have him shake his mane out so he could see better. 

“I’m Sam, this is James.” 

“Nice to meet you,” you reached out and shook their hands, “I’m waiting for my friend.” 

“Who?” Sam asked, shifting his weight and getting more comfortable in the conversation, it seemed he actually wanted to stay and talk. 

“Natasha,” the moment you said her name the two boy’s faces lit up, they looked at each other with the widest smiles; only to be described as boy smiles. 

Sam reached out and grabbed your shoulder, but only James noticed your slight flinch. “Is she with Steve?” 

“Yeah-”

“Yes!” Sam yelled, also causing you to flinch back. “He’s been going after your friend forever, changing how he walks to classes, stalking her Instagram, this entire party he’s been hyping himself up to talk to her.” 

You felt comfortable, “it was probably Natasha who made the first move.” 

“I also agree,” James laughed, “she seemed headstrong and my boy was-and still is-shit whipped for her,” they both started laughing. 

“I’m y/n by the way,” you smiled. 

James’ lips slightly parted, “sorry, completely forgot to ask, we’re so caught up in our friend's sex life recently it’s been getting in the way,” James quickly shot one eyebrow up, his hand was going to your shoulder to either playfully punching it or squeeze it to apologize but he caught himself, awkwardly moving the hair out of his eyes. 

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said after looking over his shoulder, “I’ll see you around, y/n.” 

“Likewise,” you smiled and waved, James didn’t leave. You just stared at him before sipping your drink, breaking and fixing your eye contact rapidly. “Sorry,” you whispered. 

“What are you sorry about?” James smiled, he wasn’t holding a drink so his hands found the pockets of his jeans. 

You were known for apologizing for no reason, “I-sorry-I do that sometimes, nothing is worth apologizing over but it fills the awkward silence.” 

“I see,” James smiled and looked around, “look, I wanted to come over because you looked very scared, I’ve been sober all night, do you want me to drive you home?” he pained through a smile, “and I know it’s not ideal to have a man who you don’t know, have no proof that he’s sober, and has only talked to you about your friend’s sex lives-” you both laughed a little more, “-I know it’s not your first choice, I can even pay for an Uber if you want.” 

“I don’t know,” you looked down into your cup. 

“I don’t want to like…kick you out, that’s the last thing I want,” he stepped closer, “but I also know exactly how you feel in the sense that you don’t really know anyone and you’re standing off in the corner, it’s boring and lonesome and maybe you don’t like me and just want to go home, who knows,” he shrugged, “you seem like a girl with too much on her mind, I want to help ease that.” 

“Why are you so good at that?” You whispered into your cup, fighting back the stupid childish tears that were forming. Why was crying so easy when alcohol was in your system? 

“Did I-” James cut himself off, “I live here, do you want to go to my room for some quiet?” he noticed your tears, “shit, I am so sorry, y/n,” he hovered his hand over your shoulders, after a gentle nod he placed them down, “come to my room, I’ll let you have some peace and quiet.” 

You kept your head down as you walked, no one paid any mind. It was too late that night for people to be alert or even care about a stranger, no one knew you were crying. James walked behind you with his hand on your shoulder, it just so happened you walked inside first. After climbing the stairs you looked over your shoulder and James walked ahead of you, taking you to his small room. 

“Here, I’ll run downstairs and grab some water for you,” he smiled and quickly left. 

Even in your jeans, your party top, your makeup, in everything…the moment you laid back in bed you fell asleep right away. 

“There we go, all done,” the nurse said. 

“That’s it?” you gasped, “it’s done?” 

“The hard part is done, I’ll step outside and you can put your bottoms back on and then we can talk about the other stuff,” the nurse smiled as she followed the doctor outside of the room. 

“Way to go,” Bucky leaned over and kissed you, it was like he was breathing a deep breath into your lungs, “god, I’m fucking proud of you,” he kissed your forehead next, “we’re definitely stopping for a coffee on the way home, especially if they take your blood but also for a little reward, alright?” 

“Thank you,” you breathed out as you slipped on your shorts, “I love you,” the words were so casual between the two of you but in moments like these the weight of them changed. 

“Love you too, baby,” Bucky kissed you again, you loved it when he didn’t ask and would just go for it, making it seem like he couldn’t hold back long enough. 

The rest of the doctor's appointment was somewhat smooth sailing, they took blood and you saw the way Bucky’s brows were continuously pinched together, his eyes scanned your face probably because it lost a little bit of colour. You got one vaccine which was in and out, the last thing on your agenda was your medications. 

“I feel really foggy when I take them if that makes sense,” you fiddled with your fingers as you spoke, “like some film over the way I see the world and I miss the way it was, all of my memories are happier once I compare them to the mental state I’m in,” your eyes flicked to Bucky who looked slightly upset, “and I don’t mean that I’m unhappy now, well-...” you sighed and rubbed your forehead, “I have everything I’ve ever wanted right now, a wonderful boyfriend, a well-paying job, friendships, no stress about money - I’m in the sweet spot right now, which makes me wonder why I’m not feeling ten out of ten right now if that makes sense…” you trialed off with a shrug. 

“There are two ways we could approach this,” your Doctor looked at your chart, “you can either switch companies, every pharmaceutical company has a medication for you, you just might not have the right one.” you looked at Bucky and nodded, “or you can take a break with meds right now for about six months and then you can come back and we can re-access.” 

“I think I’ll take a break,” you nodded. 

“Wonderful,” your Doctor smiled and wrote something down. 

With nothing else left to talk about you left, feeling lighter and more confident in yourself. Bucky kept his word and bought you a coffee on the way home, even getting a cookie for you two to split. He was his normal self the entire way home, Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to need to talk all the time, he was quite alright with silence between two people. 

Once you were home you sprawled out on the bed, “my fucking arm,” you sighed, “that vaccine takes so much out of you.” 

“I have a question,” Bucky disregarded what you said and laid down beside you, also laying on his stomach and looking right at you, “when you were talking about your happiness I-”

“Bucky, don’t,” you reached out and touched his lips, “I’m happy with you and I love you and it’s my own brain that puts a black-and-white filter over things sometimes, it’s not you, I’m fully happy with you.” 

“Okay,” he said quietly, “just tell me if there’s anything I can do.” 

“Anything you can do?” you repeated as you rolled over on top of him, straddling his abs, “you drove me to an appointment I could have driven to myself, you held my hand during my pap smear, you bought me a coffee, and you make me so happy everyday-I don’t think there’s anything else you can do, you’re the perfect guy!” you laughed and leaned forward, hugging him tightly. 

“Alright,” he blushed and tried to hide his face, “you make me happy too,” he muttered, “really fucking happy, like, my heart beats a little faster every time I see you.” 

“Shut up,” you giggled, trying to roll off of him. 

Bucky grabbed you tightly and rolled with you, finding space between your legs so he could be as close as possible. Out of nowhere, he began to tickle you, he admitted once he did it to get your real laugh out. You had a fake one because you thought your real laugh was loud and ugly, not wanting to startle people. But when he found that spot on your waist you threw your head back with a cackle, trying to get him to stop. 

“I’m gonna pee!” you screamed, he was switching between your neck, waist, and armpits. You attempted to fight back by tickling him but that let him sneak under your arms. 

“Let me hear that laugh!” he yelled over your pleads for him to stop, once you let it out and began to really laugh he somewhat slowly down but didn’t entirely stop. His hands were fast as he moved from every place on your body, half of the spots weren’t ticklish but you were in the laughing mood-

“Ow, my fucking sore arm!” 

“...sorry…”

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I saw you where seeking requests from people, so here I am >:D

I can't get this one prompt out of my head. I need someone to make something of it for me. Obviously a Doc Ock x Mute! Hero! reader, I don't care for gender. I am very iffy with Goblin, he's all scrungly and crusty unlike dear Otto, so no norman. Plus I just had to request for the octopus man with the pretty eyes.

prompt in question is below 🔽

“You can’t just keep using the *I don’t like talking* excuse, hero. I know I told you I enjoy a good monologue every now and then, but… You aren’t actually mute, right? Because… I mean, if you are, I can learn sign language to make this work…”

I don't think I'm forgetting anything, let me know if I forgot to add something to my request, thanks in advance!

hi sorry this took so long I had a virus on my computer so i couldn't write for a few days. anyways i hope this is what you wanted!!

warnings: none

word count: 876

It was an uneventful night for you being one of New York’s many heroes- or vigilantes as Jonah Jameson liked to call you all.

You had switched on the tv and flipped through channels until you stopped on a movie you liked.

A bowl of popcorn settled in your lap as you cuddled against a blanket, a small smile forming on your lips at all the comfort you were feeling all at once.

It was nice for once not having to save the day and come back with aching bruises and deep cuts that took weeks to heal.

Suddenly, the channel was interrupted by breaking news.

“Breaking News, Doc Ock has been seen leaving the bank with large bags of money in his hands,” a newman came on screen, with worry present on his face.

Despite the horrible situation, you felt your heart speed up.

As “evil” as Doc Ock was, you enjoyed the battles that you had with him. And you think that the feeling was mutual because he would always have a genuine smile on his face when he saw you.

“The police tried to thwart his robbery but were all taken down by the tentacles of this menacing man! Where are you, heroes? We need your help desperately,”

The news cut off and the movie you were initially watching appeared again.

There was a heated battle scene going on where the protagonist was kicking ass.

Really right at the good part? You thought.

You weren’t complaining though, you got to see Octavius.

Once you finally located where he was, you suited up into your gear and got all of your necessary weapons. You never really hurt him too hard, just enough to get back whatever he was stealing.

Right when you arrived at the battle scene, you immediately noticed chaos.

Wherever Otto Octavius walked, chaos ensued.

People were fleeing all around and screams were heard.

Lovely you thought with a thin-lipped smile as you glanced around for any sign of Octavius.

Suddenly you felt something grab onto your shoulder and then spun you around.

“Hello dear,” the voice of Otto filled your ears.

His tentacles held him upward towards the twinkling night sky.

You got into a fighting position but before made a grabbing motion to the bags of money he had in two of his tentacles.

A deep laugh came from him.

“Really, you want this to be an easy fight? That’s not going to happen,” he tilted his green lenses down so that you could meet his flirty gaze.

You shrugged your shoulders and then used your powers to spring you up so that you were level with him.

You always won these sorts of things with villains since your powers could end them all if you wanted.

You tried to grab one of the bags clutched in the tentacles but was interrupted by another one of them grabbing you gently and flinging you out of the way.

Otto started the other way, a smug grin on his face.

You saw him look back almost as if he was waiting for you to fight back which was exactly what you were about to do.

You flew at him with high speed and flung your arms around one of the tentacles and forced it open, making the bags of money drop onto the street.

From below you, you heard a loud screech from an old woman.

“Well that’s not very friendly of you,” Otto huffed as he pushed you away once again, this time a touch harder.

You stopped your movie just for this. To get pushed.

Now slightly vexed, you got into his face and put on a taunting smirk and waved mockingly making his mouth turn into an o shape before his tentacles tried to take you down.

“You know over this wonderful relationship you haven’t said a single thing, hero. You can’t keep using the ‘I don’t want to talk’ excuse since there is plenty to talk about such as how you always seem to get the best of me in battle,” he breathed as his tentacles continued to try and push you away.

You were quick with your movements however and swerved away from every single one of the tentacles.

“I know I told you I like a good monologue every now and then but…wait,” a sudden realization flowed through his head as for a split second his tentacles stopped attacking.

His chocolate eyes looked at you whilst you listened to him and tried to get the bags of money from his other tentacle.

“You aren’t actually mute, right? Because I mean if you are then I can learn sign language to make this work,” he said looking to you for a reaction.

You smiled at the villain and nodded eagerly.

That would make this relationship so much easier…and fun.

“Yes that you’re mute and I should learn sign language?” he questioned.

At that very moment, you stopped the tentacle with the rest of the money and forced it open.

You gave him a quick nod before leaping down back on the deserted streets.

You gave him a sweet wave before you started in the opposite direction, the bags of money in your hands.

“Until next time, dear,”

[seiyasabi]

Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs. 

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc.. 

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol) 

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious. 

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water. 

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment. 

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads. 

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame. 

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly. 

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back. 

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm. 

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’ 

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?” 

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).” 

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!” 

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest. 

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples. 

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up. 

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!” 

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him. 

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face. 

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow. 

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-” 

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!” 

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.” 

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside. 

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly. 

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out. 

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart. 

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe. 

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk. 

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead. 

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head. 

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did. 

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn. 

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy. 

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off. 

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ‘Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber. 

-

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs. 

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. 

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features. 

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn. 

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh. 

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.” 

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties. 

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away. 

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart. 

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer. 

It seems Bokuto fucked up. 

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves. 

-

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved. 

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn. 

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble. 

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut. 

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you. 

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you. 

Sadly, that doesn’t work out. 

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features. 

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-” 

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.” 

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.” 

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you. 

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed. 

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach. 

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,’ only for the shattering of glass to halt you. 

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain. 

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road. 

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully. 

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes. 

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up. 

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop. 

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes. 

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips. 

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open. 

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!” 

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in. 

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all. 

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream. 

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace. 

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!” 

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness. 

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!” 

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock. 

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock. 

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly. 

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.” 

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima. 

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.” 

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.” 

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.” 

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.” 

[red-letter-imagines]

heyy there!! can you do another part of the “reaction when you suck on their tongue but with Mikey, Rindou and mitsuya?

You have no idea how happy I am that my work's so well-received! So there's been more than one request for a part 2, but for different characters. This little dove, however, is the first one so I'll be doing this, then the other characters in later parts, alright? Alright.

Now *cracks knuckles* let's begin!

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 2 (Sano Manjiro, Haitani Rindou & Mitsuya Takashi)

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro: (Bonten! Mikey)

You sure you don't need a chaser with that? Sanzu snickers from across you, pupils already blown wide from the pills he'd taken half an hour ago. The pure vodka sears your esophagus, a pool of liquid fire in your abdomen. Tears are springing up your eyes and you wince. Truly, it had been a horrible idea on your side to make bets with Sanzu, of all people. That man has had every drug imaginable enter his system and three overdoses later, is still standing. You should've known better than to order Spirytus, but Sanzu has a way of getting under anyone's skin, especially yours.

He knew you had more than several bones to pick with him after he coaxed Mikey into accepting a million-dollar drug deal with some shady Western cartel. Throughout Bonten's history, it was one of the more careless business trades you'd ever gone through, one that put Mikey in a precarious position. The cartel demanded Mikey's audience for the deal to be done, and while Sanzu reassured you that nothing would happen to their "King", that never stopped you from worrying your head off.

A part of you wanted the drugs and alcohol put him into a coma; you just had to hold your liquor until then. Yet this poisonous bastard is still standing, while you barely have the confidence to stand up straight. He's fucking crazy.

You eye the remaining shot glass. It's rim and ridges bounce the bright glow of the chandeliers above you, its crystal clear contents an elegant deception to those unaware. You suck air through your nose and grab it. Before you could down the last drink of your life, a slender hand slides to your shoulder.

You turn to face Mikey's lilac-rimmed gaze, the darkness swimming within sucking you in like a vacuum. Once he sees the flares of red across your cheeks and down your neck, his lips curl a little. Mikey hates alcohol with a passion; he told you early on that he abhorred its bitterness and how it hazed your mind.

Instantly, you cave under his disappointment, and none-too-gracefully drop your shot glass back on the counter. You barely had time to utter his name before he cups your cheek and kisses you. It's gentle, caring yet the pressure of his pecks stamp his dominance into your very soul.

He plunges his tongue into your booze-laced cavern, and you eagerly latch onto it like a hungry pup. He tasted of red bean paste, its sweetness a balm to your burning senses. He keeps a hand on your neck while you have your fill, biting your lower lip when you part.

You're panting, eyes glazed with wanton need. He strokes a thumb under your ear, and you smile.

You could drink all the alcohol you wanted, but nothing could make you drunker than Sano Manjiro's affection.

Haitani Rindou:

You frown to yourself as you waited outside the heavy steel gates of Roppongi's juvenile detention center. It's been six months since the Haitani brothers had been arrested because of Tenjiku. Along with the other Heavenly King named Mucho, they also scored a reduced sentence, and today will be their first taste of freedom in half a year.

You'd been forced to stay behind when the battle happened; Rindou told you that he didn't want to have to look after you while fighting. A cover-up for his worry, of course. The younger Haitani isn't known for being as emotionally apt as his older brother, yet somehow that rigidness of his is one of the things you love most about him. To this day, Ran still loves to give you both shit for it.

Rindou knew that you'd be pissed beyond belief once you got the news; he promised not to leave you alone again like last time. You didn't come to his trial nor see him when he got permitted for visitations. Ran is in a different cell, and he had nothing but time.

Of course, other than being absolutely furious with him, there were other reasons you couldn't come see your bone breaker of a boyfriend. With them detained, no one is left to defend their title as the Kings of Roppongi. No one except you, that is.

You're quite the force of nature yourself, even before meeting Ran and Rindou. Roppongi had been your stomping grounds since you were ten, and when they started making a name for themselves you refused to submit. Thinking back, it was quite a comical scene: a scruffy-looking little girl baring her teeth at two brothers who'd basically killed a man not too long ago. Despite how ruthless they truly are, they never stooped so low as to hit a girl, much less gang up on one to prove a point. Instead you became friends, and later on fell in love with the younger Haitani, and he with you. Together you ruled over Roppongi, and the rest is history.

So while your man stared at white walls in the slammer, you splattered blood across brick walls as warnings to those who thought they could conquer the city. All on your own, you reigned over Roppongi the entirety of their sentence, and now it's time for the kings to reclaim their throne.

You hear them before you see them; Ran's whimsical tones against Rindou's monotone rebuttals. They're wearing casual clothes instead of the jumpsuits, Ran's hair is in braids as always, but Rindou...

The extra inches of hair does something to you. It flowed around his face like a lion's mane, faded blue streaks shining in the noon sun. He's wearing contacts instead of his frames, and his jaw is sharper than you ever remembered it. Fresh out of prison, and he looks every bit the king of carnage you adore.

Licking your lips, you saunter over to them. The clacking of your heels turn their heads, and they smirk at you. You could see Rindou tense for a split second before reigning himself back in. Once you get close enough, you rear a hand back and slam it against his cheek hard.

Then you grab him by the collar and smooch him right in front of the jail gates. His recovery is quick, and he pulls you close in a vice-grip. You press a thumb down his chin and take his tongue right from his mouth. The light graze of your teeth against the flat of it earns a growl from Rindou. You left me again, you fucking asshole you hiss as you pull away. You doubted he really heard you though, because he dived right to your neck after your liplock. You sigh, meeting eyes with a disgusted Ran.

This man is going to be the death of you one day.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Throughout your relationship, Mitsuya is nothing but gentle. It almost gave you whiplash how different he is when he's with you and when he's with Toman. He's more than happy to bash some scumbag's face in, yet he couldn't look you in the eye if he shows up to school bruised the next day. You're one of the reasons he got so good at dodging blows in the first place-all of this just to keep you from remembering just how dangerously he lives.

His carefulness translated through his affections, most of all. He didn't hold you, he cradled you. When he kissed you, you could practically feel the repressed passion just burning beneath the surface. He treats you as if you were a dandelion on a windy day.

And while you thought his unspoken sentiments are nothing short of chivalrous and sweet, you also found it quite stupid. You knew what you were getting into when he sheepishly confessed, knew about him being a captain of Toman's second division. So naturally, you'd braced yourself for all sorts of chaos. Plus, only having to witness one side of him irked something inside of you that you couldn't quite explain. You'd made it perfectly clear that you loved him, bruises and all. Yet when he looked at you with such adoring lavender eyes, you couldn't bear to chide him for wanting to treasure you.

So, you decided to show him through other means.

You're waiting for him to finish inside the sewing club room. He's finishing the hemline of a kimono-a birthday present he's preparing for Draken early on. His eyelids hang low, but his gaze is as intense as ever. Nothing is said between the two of you, but you can't help staring at his pursed lips, now bitten red from his habit when focusing. You internally proclaimed your love for him yet again, unable to stop yourself from wandering over to his hunched form.

Just as he looks up from the sewing machine, you dive in with a kiss that, even you had to admit, is a little too intense to be this sudden. Yet you couldn't help it; even the simplest things he did could turn you into quite the sap.

He doesn't fail to reciprocate it, though. His lips, a little rough and a bit wet, switch from caressing your top and bottom lip each time you return to each other. Somehow, it ended up with you sandwiched between him and his desk, thighs on either side of his hips. His hands never stay in one place, smoothing down your uniform and rubbing your back. He never strays too far down your waist, and that tang of frustration sours your sweet little moment yet again.

Bracing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw, you grind down hard against him. His mouth drops open in a barely contained moan, and you close your lips around his tongue. The noise he made when you licked at it could've put BL voice actors to shame. His fingers rake against the sides of your hips, jolting you out of your sultry scenario and into a bout of giggles. And while you sit there steaming in your embarrassment at ruining such a delicious moment, he simply gapes at what just happened, his face stained a pretty crimson.

Well, that was awkward...but you wouldn't have had it any other way.