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nanaslutt · 11 months

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Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

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the-kr8tor · 23 days

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Hi! I've just got back to ATSV and your Hobie fics made me felt like a school girl giggling to myself 😭🤍

I don't know if you still open for request but you may ignore if you feel uncomfortable!

I was thinking about long distance relationship with Hobie, maybe they met in some dating app ( I know this felt weird but like imagine him being bored and randomly download it for fun but then met the love of his life lol )

And one day Reader decided to surprise him on one of his concert 👀

Aww you're so sweet! Thank you so much! I hope you like this, sorry for the wait ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw blood, band au, FLUFF

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When your long distance partner said that he's in a band, you never expected that he's in one of those bands that plays in sold out venues. Granted that the concert also has other bands playing on the same day in different schedules, nonetheless his band is the one that's headlining the entire charity event. The venue is open air, trees lined around the park with dozens of booths selling merch, and overpriced burritos. At least the free water makes up for the expensive food and the long lines to the port-a-potty.

People are all dressed up for the event walk past you, they're in a complete ensemble, spikes, knee high boots, fishnets and hair that is taller than the luggage you're lugging around. It's safe to say that you stick out like a sore thumb in your comfortable airport clothes. If not then all the stares you're getting is because you have a huge bug on your face or something on your teeth. Maybe you should've gone with your original plan of waiting outside his houseboat like a creep.

You exhale, gathering your courage just like back when you were buying the plane ticket to Camdem. Clutching your bag tightly, you head off to the baggage lockers on the side to drop off your weekend bag before showing your concert ticket to the tired employee.

With a few flight delays on your belt, you were afraid that you'd miss his set. But lo and behold, the second you stepped foot inside, the loud booming speakers are announcing his band. You make your mad dash towards the front of the stage, excitement and trepidation fueling you while you practically squeeze yourself in between the growing crowd. After a few apologies to some people you've accidentally elbowed, you finally make it at the front with only a few bruises here and there. You don't care about the aches the second you see him appear from backstage.

Hobie, your long distance partner of two years and a half is finally in front of you. Well a few feet away from you as there's a bannister and a huge security guy guarding the fences. And yet, you haven't been this close to holding him. Signing up for a dating site wasn't your greatest moment but you're glad you did, if you hadn't, you might've not met the love of your life. You're also glad that his friends dared him into signing up, you feel incredibly lucky that the stars aligned for the two of you to meet.

His band waves to the crowd, faces you've come accustomed to whenever he brings you (his phone while you video call him) to band practices and hangouts throughout the years. Dare you say that they've become your friends too, if not for them encouraging you to finally buy that ticket to surprise Hobie, you wouldn't be standing here with your hands gripping tightly on the railings.

He looks amazing under the bright lights, the spotlight highlights all his best features. Clad in leather, spikes and metal, seeing him behind your phone screen doesn't prepare you for the real thing.

With stars in your eyes, you grin widely. Yet you don't call for him so you don't distract him. Instead, you listen to the first song as Hobie plays a familiar guitar riff. You unabashedly ogle him while you listen to the song you've personally seen the development of.

Sweaty, eyes strained to see him through the spotlight while your ears ring— you probably don't look your best while the crowd pushes the fences wildly. Maybe you should've thought this through, or at least wore something nicer.

Hobie still hasn't seen you amidst the crowd. Continuing to jump and somersault effortlessly around the stage while fans scream and screech his name out. You once again stick out like a sore thumb while you stay in place when everyone else is jumping up and down to the beat. Seeing the lone anomaly, Hobie shields his eyes from the lights to get a good look at the supposed disgruntled fan. He never expected to see your face, his heart feels like it stopped for a second, he tumbles towards a wire that trips him and in turn launches him towards a small amp that also trips him and makes him land flat on his face. If not for his quick reflexes, he might've broken his nose on stage.

The crowd makes an empathetic sound as silence spreads throughout the venue. Some reach out to him as if they would've caught him mid air, and you're one of those people. With a wince, you watch him sit up, trying his best to act cool while he's tangled around numerous wires. He looks silly and lovestruck at the same time when his eyes meet your own. Your name falls off his lips, eyes sparkling under the red spotlights.

You give him a small wave, smiling bashfully at the punk on stage. A stage hand helps him untangle himself while Ned helps back up on his feet. All the while, his eyes never left your form.

“Wanna take five, loverboy?” Ned whispers, patting his best mate on the back. “Fuckin' hell you're bleeding.” The crowd cheers as blood ebbs out.

Even with crimson flowing out of his nostril, pain ebbing through his face, he still manages to grin back at you. “Yeah, make that ten, Ned.” he clasps his hand on Ned's shoulder without leaving his eyes on you. You wink at him. “Better yet, make that twenty.”

Ned rolls his eyes, calling for the medics before gesturing towards you to come around backstage.

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An organizer gives you a backstage pass, letting you roam around the performers area freely. You play with the lace as your nerves get the best of you. You kinda feel bad for being the cause of the delay, but when your darting eyes see his familiar silhouette, it all melts away.

“Can I get an autograph?” You say, standing under the medical tent while a paramedic tends to his bleeding nose. His head whips towards you so fast, you were afraid that he'd break his neck. “Hi, Hobie.”

A giddy grin spreads on his face, standing up from the plastic chair with tissue paper stuck up his nose. “Hello, love.”

You giggle, crossing the small distance, hands reaching to his sides, waiting for him to hold you. Hobie wraps his fingers gently around your wrists, pulling you close. Toe to toe, he guides your hands on his waist.

“You're taller than I expected.” You utter with fondness, fingers splayed over his shirt, eyes etching his face into the folds of your mind.

“You have legs, and feet attached to your legs.” He says nervously, biting his lip from grinning too widely. “You're as fit as I thought you would be.” Chortling, you pat his chest. Realizing that the tissue papers are still stuck up his nose, he yanks them away quickly, hiding it inside his back pocket as if nothing happened. “You surprised me.”

“That was very dignified of you, Hobs.”

Chuckling, he does what he always wanted to do; hide his face in the crook of your neck. “Was that a deal breaker?”

You scoff playfully, leaning into his touch as he embraces you fully, shyness melting off the both of you only to be replaced with affection. You do the same, face tucked on his neck. He smells like the perfume you sent him when he asked what perfume you always use. And in turn, you smell like his cologne he gifted you a week later.

“Nope, it actually made me more attracted to you.” You feel his knuckles trace circles around your back, nose pressed on your skin. “Sorry that I surprised you, and made you fall on your face in front of thousands of people.”

Hobie gives you a chaste kiss on your jaw before leaning away to cup your face. You feel like you're on cloud nine as he looks at you like you're everything to him.

“Nah, not even close to a thousand, lovie.” His thumb brushes along your cheeks, savoring your warmth like he always wanted to do. You smile, palms on his jacket lapels. “Y’know what's funny?”

“You landing flat on your face in front of hundreds of adoring fans?”

He pokes your side with a chuckle. “I'll never hear the end of that, huh?” You shake your head with a soft smile as he leans closer, you meet him halfway by pulling him by his jacket. “I bought a ticket to your place.” Your eyes widen, tearing up from his words. “I was supposed to fly after the concert and wait outside your flat like a bloody stalker.” Smiling, he closes the distance. “You beat me to it, love.”

“I won.” You kiss him just like how you imagined.

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misserabella · 2 years

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come over.

+18 fem! reader

synopsis; strangely enough, your number one enemy since kindergarten and captain of the basketball club of your college calls you up one night begging you to come over to his dorm room. after knocking on his door, things will take a turn that you would have never expected.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

a/n: i don’t feel too confident about this shot, but i miss y’all and i need to get over my writer’s block. i hope it’s not as much as a disaster as i see it and that you all love it. （ ; ; ）

CW;; cursing, dirty talk, nipple play, bullying and fights, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

word count;; +5k!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You were having a really bad day. Not bad, horrible.

First of all, your alarm didn’t go off for some stupid reason and caused you to 1. getting late to school and 2. getting your teacher to lower your grade just because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates you. Second of all, you’d forgotten your lunch and your wallet, so you were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god your best friend Robin shared with you her sandwich or else you would be dead by now). And third of all…

“And what do we have here?”

Him.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your skin heating up and your insides turning with disgust and anger as you turned around to face the most annoying fucking person you’ve ever met.

“Give it back, Harrington.”

Steve Harrington, the name that would appear on your worst nightmares, the monster under your bed, the last person you’d ever want to live through the end of the world with... Your enmity had been going strong since kindergarten, when he had picked on you for your looks since day one just because. Then, he started to tell his friends and those around you to not go near you or else they’d catch lice. He needed to be on top of you all the time; if there was a race on P.E, he’d make you trip with his foot to get you on your knees and win (leaving you all bloody and injured), if there were presentations to be made in front of the whole class he’d crack up jokes to make everyone laugh at you, giving you quite the public anxiety and if you somewhat got to win him in anything (probably at grades) he’d go nuts and get so pissed that he’d make your life impossible for the next few months by trashing your locker, ‘accidentally’ throwing his drinks all over you, telling the teachers that he saw you cheating…

It only got worse when you found your best friend: Eddie Munson, who was too an outcast. You became inseparable, and since then you two were the ‘freaks’ to the whole high school just because you liked rock and metal songs.

He smirked, taking a look at the poster that you were just about to hang on your university’s ‘news wall’. It was Eddie’s, he was about to go on a tour and had asked you if it would be okay to hang some posters to let everyone know. Through the years, Corrored Coffin had gained fame and a lot of followers.

“The freak is going on a tour?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. “Disgusting. He really thinks he’s gonna become a superstar or some shit…”

You fisted your hands, your heart being squished under the nickname that your friend had had to grow up with just because he liked things the others didn’t.

“Don’t call him that.” you said, your eyes straight into his.

“ ‘Freak’?” he teased you, swaying away the poster when you tried and take it back. “What do you want me to call him then? I could call him a girl, because he surely isn’t a man with that hair of his and that stupid makeup he’s always wearing…” he though out loud, when he noticed your furious expression, he simply shrugged. “Just stating facts.” the people around you had gathered to listen to your bickering. It was a daily coincidence now, Harrington being always the one looking for trouble. Some of them laughed at his words… Jerks. Just like him.

“You know what, Harrington? Sure, call him whatever you want.” you said, ripping from his hands the poster. “But I assure you, that you’ll never be not an inch of a man that he is, if you are bright enough to know what I mean by that.” your eyes wondered to his crotch and that made the crowd burst out in laughter. You were filled with proudness when you noticed his jaw tightening and his body going stiff. You were no outcast now, you were popular to be honest, and everybody knew the two of you since Harrington was the basketball team captain and you the cheerleader team captain. It was hell on the games, each of you always fighting each other off. But your teammates had grown so accustomed to it that they just laughed at your little fights. “So go ahead and run your mouth, ‘cause I’m sure yours will never get to places his have never been.” you leaned in. “And hold your tongue, ‘cause Eddie knows how to use his really well.” you whispered inches away from his face, giving him a wink before stapling the poster to the board and leaving him behind with tightened fists and heated cheeks.

It was a big day for you and your team, and you didn’t have time for play dates.

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“y/n!” your eyes shone when to your ears the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice ringed.

You turned around, with your pompoms in hand and high ponytail, your college’s cheerleader uniform shining due to the lights that lightened the whole basketball court.

“Eds!” you smiled, so bright that almost blinded, running and jumping on your friend’s arms, who easily caught you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “You made it!” you laughed as he twirled you around.

“Of course I made it, it’s your big night after all. Although I still don’t get this basketball and cheering thing…” he left a sweet peck on your cheek. “But look at you all dolled up! Is it for me?” he winked, leaning just the slightest in, enough for him to whisper on your ear.

You laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Of course Munson, you know I’m all yours.” you winked back, making him let out a quick laughter.

“I really need to put a ring on you, Mrs. Munson.” he pointed at you as the music that let the public know that the match was about to start started to play through the speakers and he backed off to the stairs to sit and leave you to your cheerleading.

“I’ll be waiting on it, Mr. Munson!” he sent you a flying kiss that only made you giggle and roll your eyes. You loved Eddie, he always found a way to make you laugh and that’s something that you truly appreciated. He was the only one that truly got you.

You turned around to call for your teammates, your smile fading as fast as your eyes bumped against those brown ones that you do well knew at this rate. Harrington looked at you with such a pissed expression… Water bottle tightly clutched in one of his hands, about to burst. He let it fall to the ground along with the towel that stood on his shoulders when his coach called out for him with his whistle, giving Eddie, who was on the first step on your back a death glare as he ran to the center of the court to shake hands with the other team captain.

What the…

“Girls come on!!” you called for the cheerleaders on your team as you still looked at the stiff body of your incarnated hell. What the fuck is wrong with him? “Assume positions!”

Not my problem.

You shrugged it off and started to cheer for your team along with the public that had come to watch the match, most of them students from both colleges. And through all of it, you tried and ignore the harsh eyes that bore holes on the back of your neck, even if your skin felt like being on fire.

…

It was late at night in your dorm room, Robin having left to stay at his girlfriend’s, Nancy, house since it was Friday. You were snacking on some candy and chips as you watch your favorite show, Teen Wolf along with Eddie, who had sneaked to your bedroom, laying in your bed fully covered and with your pjs on. After the game, which you sadly had lost, you had watched as a very infuriated Steve walked out of the court and the gym, not without giving you and Eddie, who was hugging you and congratulating you for your efforts regardless of the result of the match, a pretty harsh glare that clearly said ‘fuck you two.’

Jeez, you didn’t know what has gotten him so riled up that afternoon but you surely hoped for him to go and drown his sorrows somewhere as quietly as possible and leave you alone.

“Hell yeah!” you cheered to the power couple as they shared their first kiss, almost jumping and throwing all your chips around and on your best friend when Isaac and Allison finally shared their first kiss.

“Ugh. Really Allison?! I was expecting better from you.” the curly haired metal head gasped, acting hurt at the ‘betrayal’. He was team Scott. Which was obviously stupid since he now liked Kira.

“What are you talking about?! Scott has moved on, doesn’t she have the right to do so too?” Eddie gave you a side glance as in a ‘no’, but he quickly laughed when you hit your shoulder with a ‘hey!’.

Your attention was completely on the screen when your phone started buzzing on your side table. You took a new bite at your candy as you reached for it, still not focusing on it as you took. the call. It was probably Robin calling to check in.

“Hello?” you talked into the line, waiting for a few seconds for an answer that never came. You checked the screen, ‘Unknown number’ showing on its center. You furrowed your eyebrows “Hello? Who’s this?” Eddie paused the series and rose to sit up on your bed along with you, mouthing a ‘who’s it?’. You simply shrugged and mouthed back a ‘no idea’. The sudden appearance of a sharp and heavy breathing caught you off ward for a couple of seconds before you rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious?” you huffed, thinking it was a stupid phone call. “We're in college, how about we stop playing Scream and start being more matures?” you said, and just as you were about to hang up, a rather familiar voice croaked out:

“y/n."

You froze, your breath hitching as your brain tried to convince himself that you had heard right “Harrington?” you were in shock for a couple of seconds, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in utter disbelief. When the casual anger grew inside you with just the mention of his name appeared you snapped at him. “Do you know what hour it is… No. Why the fuck are you calling me in first place?” you rolled your eyes. For just a couple of hours that you were enjoying yourself with your best friend, of course he had to come and ruin it. He always does and always will.

He was silent for an instant before his voice breaks out in a whimper that makes your stomach flip.

“Please.”

“W…What?” your eyebrows were knitted together so hard it was painful. Eddie just hits you in the arm, silently asking you to tell him what’s going on. You just swatted his hand away and lift a finger to quiet him.

“Please.” he repeated.

“Are you drunk or something? You should-“ you started, but he was quick to cut you off.

“y/n…” that was something different. The way your name fell from his lips in such need, hunger… “Come over. Please come over. I need you so bad…”

“I-“

“y/n, what is it?” Eddie spoke up, and you could hear the tension from the other part of the line rise.

“Fuck. Is Munson there with you?” Harrington affirmed more than asked.

“y/n!” Eddie asked again.

“y/n.” but the voice of Harrington on the other line had you too out of focus. The way you could hear the begging on his tone, the need…

You didn’t know what had gotten over you, but you found yourself quick on your feet to grab your dorm keys.

“Wait for me.”

Eddie stood up as well and watch you hang up and made your way out of your room after putting on a pair of shoes.

“Where are you going?” Eddie inquired, completely and utterly lost. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I think there’s something wrong with Harrington. You can continue with the serie and use my bed, alright?” you quickly muttered, and when you caught him stepping closer and raising his hand to say something and find out whatever the hell was going on, you closed the door on his face.

You made your way over to the guy’s room wing, having been there before to parties and so. And before you knew it, you had knocked on his door. You didn’t have to wait a long time before he appeared on it’s threshold, his normally perfectly combed hair being a mess, shirtless and with only a pair of sweats on. He looked like a mess, with red cheeks, swollen bitten lips, glassed eyes and shaky breathing.

“Harrington, what the hell are you…” a scream almost got ripped out of you at the harsh yank that took place on your arm. Before you knew it you had been pulled inside and smashed against the now closed door of his room, his body towering over yours and his breath caressing your face.

Fuck. You’ve never been this close before.

“You’re driving me insane.” he said, one of his hands cupping your cheek, dark shiny eyes connecting with yours before they’d drift back to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me all day. Knowing that Munson got to touch you, taste you… Is killing me. And him being in your room? Having you in his arms? Thinking about him just touching you is… Fuck.” you chocked. You didn’t understand. Wasn’t he supposed to hate you? Despise you? Then why…? “I can’t stop imagining him kissing you, holding you…” his thumb pressed over your bottom lip, tugging on it, admiring. “You were supposed to pay attention to me. You were supposed to think about me.” your heart was thumping against your ribs, and you felt like dying when he harshly kissed you. It was fast, and angry. His tongue was quick to push inside your mouth, your teeth clashing and your body being pulled against him. You whimpered, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him closer. You’d never felt that way. How your whole body seemed to combust, the shaking of your limbs, the thumping of your heart…

But what was going on? ‘Pay attention to him’? ‘Think of him’? What was that supposed to mean? Did Harrington always treat you badly to get your attention? To get under your skin one way or another?

You were burning, so badly that he felt like snow.

“Fuck.” he muttered as he pulled away. “Been dreaming of doing that since the first time you yelled at me.” you whimpered when his warm hands took a harsh hold of your waist, pulling you against him close and tight enough for you to feel just how hard he already was on his sweats.

His mouth was back on yours, and your whole world was spinning. His hair on your hands, his gasps against your lips, his musky scent…

“Yeah, that’s right.” he muttered, a little smirk showing in his factions when he noticed your daze and unfocused eyes. “Focus on me. Just me.” he whispered on your ear before his lips latched to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You moaned, his hands sneaking inside your pj’s shirt and slowly making its way upwards, towards your chest.

“Fuck, Harrington.” you gasped when his warm hands took your tits, massaging them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he pressed a leg in between your legs, making your aching pussy brush against the lean muscle of his thigh.

“Steve.” he corrected. “It’s Steve for you, baby.”

“Steve.” you moaned when he pushed upwards with his leg, helping you ride it.

“That’s right. But you need to say it a little bit louder, hm? Need to let everybody know that it’s me who you are moaning for.” you whimpered at his words, his large hands leaving your chest to take your hips and pick you up to make his way to his king size bed.

You felt almost crushed against the duvet when he pinned you down to it underneath his weight. Almost, ‘cause right at that exact moment, you just wished he could be closer, he could be harsher, smush you against the bed and fuck you senseless ‘till you are nothing more than a babbling mess.

“That’s right.” he smirked when you pulled him closer, choked when his hands where once again pulling your top up slowly. “Fuck. You drive me insane.” he muttered when your chest was fully uncovered. “Fucking beautiful.” you moaned when his mouth left wet kisses on your chest. His tongue circled your nipples as one of his hands made its way to the seam of your pajama pants and panties, which stood completely soaked in arousal.

“Steve.” you cried out when his fingers caressed you from over the lace of your underwear, chuckling at the wetness of them.

“You are so wet for me already, such a good girl…” you almost whimpered, your cheeks blushing at the praise, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “You liked that, hm? Like to be my good little girl?” you nodded, your legs shaking when he finally pushed down your underwear and pjs to touch you. You gasped when his rough and thick fingers pressed against your core, sliding through your folds, pooled in your arousal. “So fucking wet.” he cursed as he circled your clit, making you moan. His touch was electrifying. “Is all of this for me?” you once again nodded. “I need to hear your pretty voice. Speak up for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes… It’s all for you.” you managed to sputter out.

“Mmh…” he hummed happily with the answer, smirking when you let out a loud moan as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, instantly hitting that spongy spot that could make you come over and over again. “Then I guess that if it’s all for me… I could have a taste. Isn’t that right?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you suddenly felt his tongue around your clit at the same time as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, slowly enough to have you gripping at his hair and bucking your hips in search of more.

He complied, starting to eat you out like a man starved. And he kind of was, having been craving you for years and years… He craved you, needed you so badly that his composure had plummeted once you’ve told him that Munson had touched you, kissed you, tasted you first… He wanted you. Wanted you to be solely and completely his.

“Ah, Steve, shit…” you were so sensitive. More than usually. Was it because Steve was too good at eating you out or because it was Steve who was eating you out?

“Louder, baby. I need you to be louder for me.” he said before going back to you, his tongue lapping up at your juices and adding another finger. Their thickness made you cry out his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. You just hoped that there was no teacher doing the check-ins that night or you’d be screwed.

“Steve, I’m… I’m gonna…” your grip tightened on his hair.

“You’re gonna come? Gonna come on my face, hm?” he curved his fingers upwards, relentlessly hitting your g spot over and over again, pulling you closer to your orgasm. “Go ahead, come for me. Let me have it.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. With his tongue back circling your clit, you moaned as you came, harsh, on his tongue, him helping you to extend you climax by thrusting in and out his fingers whilst lapping at your release, drinking everything you had to offer in between moans and hums.

When he let go of you, licking his two fingers clean, you where a flustered mess; with your hair sticking everywhere, red cheeks, swollen lips and glossy eyes. And he wasn’t that different from you, with his chin and red puffy lips shiny with your juices, his cheeks were flushed and his hair a beautiful mess that you had created in between tugs and caresses. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t help dragging him towards you to taste yourself off of his lips, one of your hands finding his aching and swollen cock, that pushed against his sweats in need of release. He groaned in your mouth, pulling from your hair to part ways.

“Steve…” you cried out, your eyes half-lidded with need, your pussy aching for him, for something to fill you to the brim, to stretch you out, break you.

“What is it, hm?” oh but he already knew… “Haven’t you had enough already? I gave you my fingers and my mouth, is that not enough for you? What a needy slut…” you moaned at his harsh tone and degradation, the contrast with the recent praise making your skin burn and your body cry for him. You needed him so badly… So much that you swore you could die. “Want me to fuck you, hm? Want me to make you cum all over my cock? Have you all brainless as I use you? Pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes please Steve, please, I want it.”

“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under his touch and whimpering when he gave your thigh a harsh slap. “Can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“Yes.” you cried out, loving how harsh he was treating you, loving the idea that he would use you just for his pleasure.

“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you.” another spank.

“Please Steve, I want you to make me cum all over your cock, please, please, please… I need it. I need you.” tears swelled in your eyes as you stuttered.

“Good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” he said with a smirk, quickly shoving his sweats and underwear down his thighs to discard them aside. You almost choked at his size. You couldn’t take that.

Steve’s dick was huge. So thick and large that you knew that he’d tear you apart, stretch you out so good that would leave you sobbing and drooling against his pillow as he fucked into you over and over again.

“Gonna let me fuck you raw? Let me cum inside and fill you up?” he inquired, and you just nodded, too focused on the pink of his head beaded in pre-cum, on the veins of its sides and the brown curls at its pretty base.

“Yes, please, Steve, I want your cum.” you pleaded, and he groaned, once again pinning you underneath him and kissing you feverishly. You parted your legs for him to position himself in between them. You gasped on his mouth when you felt his head play with your cunt, slowly dragging himself up and down in between your slicked folds to lube himself up, teasing you at your entrance, pushing just the slightest against it. You were so fucking wet… More than you had ever been before.

Your nails found his back as he finally, after hearing your pleads and begging, aligned himself and started to push the tip of his cock inside, leaving you breathless at the stretch.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” he hushed you as you whimpered with every inch. “You are gonna do good for me, isn't that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, right?” you nodded, sinking your nails deeper in his skin, deep enough to make him bleed. But Steve didn’t care, ‘cause he was finally making you his, and you were so goddamn tight he was losing his mind.

You were crying of pleasure and due to the overwhelming sensation of his huge cock when he finally had settled himself fully inside, his tip reaching places you’d never dreamed of, his girth stretching your walls so good it was almost painful. Almost.

"Fuck. Look at you. Already crying and I haven't begun to fuck you yet.” you moaned when he started to slowly fuck into you, so deep that you were going crazy. You needed more, so much more. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“More. Please Steve, more.” you called out for him, your whimpers filling the room more and more as he started to move faster and faster.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking take it.” he groaned, lost on how good you felt. He never wanted to leave. Never wanted to stop feeling you this close. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned, your eyes turning white at the pleasure. This was like nothing you had experienced before.

“Tell me, did Munson fucked you this good, huh?” he asked, taking your cheeks with his right hand as he rolled your clit with his left to make you look at him. “Did he make you drool? Made you cry?”

You shook your head, but he wasn’t happy with that.

“Say it. Say that no one’s has fucked you like me. Say it, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“No one has ever… ever fucked me like you.” you somehow achieved to say in between moans and gasps.

“That’s right. Look at you, your pussy is taking me so good… Sucking me in as if you don’t want me to leave.”

Suddenly you were in all fours, your chest against the mattress as he pounded inside of you harder and harder, so hard that you could feel him in your cervix, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried out, drooling on his pillow, tears spilling due to how good he was making you feel.

His hands found your hips, pulling you against his hips with every hard thrust, leaving you breathless.

You were a babbling and moaning mess, incapable to form any words, even his name.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even speak.” he said, and moaned when you clenched around him. “Such a slut.” you whimpered when he gave you a harsh slap on your ass, his eyes focusing on how his dick disappeared in and out of your pussy, which now seemed to be molding around him and just him.

“Steve…” you dragged the ‘s’ as he sped up, fucking you brainless, calling his name over and over again.

He could feel the way you started to clench around him. The wet noises of your juices and his thrusts filled the room with your high pitched moans. You were close. So fucking close…

“Steve, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” your voice was so fucked up due to your screams that you swore you’d have a sore throat tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

“That’s alright sweetheart. Why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? Let me see you fall apart.” and you did. You came so hard you saw stars, your ears ringing as you squirted all over his bed sheets. “Fuck, good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” he groaned at the sight and the feeling of your cunt gushing around his whole cock. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck you so full of me I’d have you dripping for a week.”

“Yes, please… please, please, Steve…please.” you babbled as you came over and over again, throwing him over the edge with a ‘fuck’ and moaning when you felt him spill inside you, painting your walls in white.

And maybe and just maybe, you stopped hating Steve that much from now on.

‘Cause we all know what they say… From hatred to love there is only one step.

a/n;

i hoped y’all liked this college stevie!! love you!!!!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<33333

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dreamcatchers-husband · 1 year

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Don't Give In

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Handong

Length: 2200 words

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

A/n- BFH because of this photo. She really wanted to kill us.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in”. These three words repeatedly went through your mind every day at work. Weird, right? Why would you keep telling yourself that? Well, the glare a certain pink-haired Chinese woman was giving you caused it.

When you picked up the girls early, they all seemed quite mellow. Sure, being 5 am probably does that but you were a bit surprised. The drive was quite boring to the remote location but once you hopped out, it all began.

Reaching the side door, each of the girls began to hop out and say their thanks. With the final lady exiting, a sudden grab on your crotch made you jolt in place. Your face was full of panic as you looked around. Facing the young woman, that famous smirk filled her face as she got closer.

“Who needs coffee when my touch can be your pick me up?”

With that said, Handong continued into the shooting site, leaving you amazed by her actions.

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

First time of the day.

7 hours later.

Lunch was a time everyone enjoyed. Well maybe not the ladies who prepared the food but it was a time to relax. At least that’s what you assumed it would be.

The metal chair your butt seated on was not the comfiest but it got the job done. On your plastic plate, a mix of veggies and various meat could be found. Unlike most idols, the Dreamcatcher girls ate what they wanted in moderation instead of going on insane diets.

Despite being their manager, the relationship you had with the girls was beyond just business. They were your friends. As you all sat around the white plastic table. Everyone was listening to Jiu’s corny jokes when a sudden pressure on your crotch caught your attention.

Not wanting to make it oblivious, your face continued to look at Jiu, while giving the girl further to the right a serious look. Despite this, Handong continued to eat while her foot continued to touch your dick.

“Haneul. Are you ok? You seem a bit red?”

“O-Oh yeah. I’m fine, Sua. Sorry, I think it’s just a little hot.”

“Yeah, it is a little hot. I’m so glad they got us those cold drinks.”

As each girl took a sip of their Soda, Handong raised the straw to her mouth and gave you a smirk. The young woman’s tongue began to roam around the plastic straw. Moving it up and down, Handong pushed the straw in her mouth and began to move it back and forth, Maintaining eye contact that whole time.

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

9 hours later.

Just as when you had woken up, the sun was nowhere in sight. The life of an idol is tough, but being their manager could be just as stressful at times. As some girls continued to get their photos taken for the album, the sound of clapping caught your attention.

Looking to the left, the sight of the approaching pink-haired girl made you nervous. As Handong finally stood in front of you, a small giggle left her mouth.

“Drooling much? Well as much as I love you staring at me, could you help me take a few pictures for my Instagram?”

Getting back to your senses, you simply nodded your head and took the phone that she handed you.

Getting ready to take a few shots, Handong shook her head no.

“Let’s not bother the people shooting here. Let’s go by the van. I'm sure no one we can bother will be there.”

The sirens in your head began to go off but you didn’t have much of a choice as the Chinese woman began to walk off. Following behind, your eyes noticed the leather skirt that didn’t cover much of her legs. Handong was always a muscular girl and her legs were no exception. Those powerful legs had caused you plenty of problems in the past.

Your attention must have been cut short as you suddenly bumped into Handong. You both had finally reached the van. With no words, Handong quickly fixed her hair and began to pose. Remembering what you were there for, you proceeded to open the camera app and point the lens at the Chinese woman.

At first, Handong began to just show off her jacket with each pose, leaning down a bit while Maintaining eye contact with the camera. As Handong stood straight, your eyes immediately noticed the sports bra that was underneath the jacket. The gray and white matched perfectly with the leather jacket and skirt. Moving her hand to the bottom of her jacket, Handong began to show off more of the outfit that was covered.

Finally raising her arm, Handong’s exposed midriff blessed your eyes. Handong’s abs were something that could make any man or woman drool like a dog. You were surprised your hand still remembered to take a few pictures but soon your mind began to repeat those 3 words.

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

Despite repeating those words, the stare that came from Handong enchanted you. As the young woman lowered her arm, Handong began to walk backwards toward the white van that was there.

With her finger, Handong signaled you to follow her. Your legs had a kind of their own as you followed after her. When Handong’s back hit the van, her arm reached for the handle and pulled it to open the door.

Soon the pink-haired girl was gone into the white van and you were left with a choice. Would you go in the van and act in your urges or return there where you could be needed?

Sticking her head out, Handong gave you a small scowl and spoke.

“Get in here. I promise I have a reason that I need you here. Please come and assist me, dear manager.”

“Ok ok. I’m coming.”

Taking a few steps forward, your left leg stepped into the white van as the rest of your body entered after. Soon the door closed automatically, leaving you face-to-face with the Chinese idol.

“O-Ok Handong, what do you need my help with?”

“Oh it’s quite simple, I just need your cock.”

Your heart rate shot towards the roof as you heard those words. Before you could even react, handong had already brought her hands toward your pants. Taking hold of her soft hands, you began to repeat those same words.

“Don’t give in Don’t give-“

“Oh, it’s too late for you to say that.”

Handong in one swoop undid your belt and fished out your cock. The soft skin from her hands made your whole body shake as she began to raise her hand up and down. All self-control you had left was gone as soon as the girl's tongue reached your tip.

Spinning her tongue around the head of your cock, your eyes immediately closed and a loud sigh left your mouth. Somehow in that time, Handong managed to lower your pants to the floor and reach back up to your balls. As the girl’s tongue began to move up and down your shaft, her hand began to grab your balls and play with them. Each lick from her tongue was accompanied by a soft squeeze of your balls.

As you looked down, your eyes could only see the color pink as Handong continued her oral assault. Soon your cock head was enveloped but the warm and wet comfort of Handong’s mouth. At that time, the young woman began to suck on your tip, causing you to moan loudly.

Just as your cock head, the rest of your shaft got enveloped by the warm cavern that was her mouth. Handong was never one to like things slow so I’m a quick swoop, your entire length went down her throat. By reflex, your hand went on top of Handong’s head and kept her pushed down. 5 then 10 seconds passed until you felt a tap on your thigh.

Letting go, Handong’s head shot up as she gasped for air. Despite just having been full of your cock, Handong began once more. The suck's on your cock combined with the pressure from her throat began to make you reach your peak. As you got ready to push the Chinese girl down on your cock once more, her oral attack stopped.

A small cry left your mouth as a giggle left her mouth. Raising her legs, Handong quickly took a seat on your lap and looked into your eyes.

“The only place your load is going is in my pussy. Fill me and then fill me some more.”

With a quick slap to your face, your mind was overloaded with pleasure as Handong’s pussy enveloped your shaft. Raising her hips, Handong began to aggressively shove your length into her hole.

“Fuck me or I’ll go find someone who can take your place.”

With those words of what could be encouragement, your hands proceeded to take hold of her hips and raise her up. Lowering the girl on your length, you began to do the same action over and over.

Despite being in a tight spot, Handong was able to get up and shove her pussy down on your length. Small squeaks left the car as Handong bounced on your cock. Guess you were also testing the suspension.

With each bounce, your hips matched the Chinese girl's action and shot your cock up into her warm cavern. Your eyes at that time took notice of Handong’s covered breasts. Handong seemed to have noticed this also as she pushed the sports bra up and grabbed your head. Just like your shaft, your face was suffocated by the comfort of Handong’s body. As you opened your mouth, your tongue immediately found the woman’s nipple and began to play with it. The moans that left Handong’s mouth let you know she loved this action just as much as you did.

Finally, closer, your mouth wrapped around her nipple and began to give it a few sucks while flicking it with your tongue at times. Being a manager helped your sex life. How? Multitasking.”

With your mouth busy attacking Handong’s right breast. Your left hand let go of Handong’s waist and moved towards the girl's folds. Searching around, your hand was lucky to find a little nub, and began to play with it. With each bounce suck and rub, Handong began to make more and more noise. The various sources of stimulation began to overwhelm her body as she wrapped her arms around you.

“D-Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Hearing those words lets you know to do your best in that moment. Speeding up your hand brought more moans in the van. Handong wasn’t going to just sit there. Speeding up her bounces caused you to do the same with the rest of your actions. The girl’s walls began to tighten and strangle your cock. You knew you were close so you had to give it everything you got now. With all the power left in your hips, you proceeded to pound into the girl’s cavern and attack her clit the best you could. When a loud yell hit your ears, a matching constriction was felt around your cock.

Handong’s whole body tensed up at that moment as her pussy juices leaked down onto your legs. Handong’s orgasm helped you as you finally reached your peak. As your lower body shook, your shaft began to spurt your semen deep into the young woman’s womb. Each shot of cum that filled the girl caused her to jolt in place once more.

After a few seconds, the sound of panting was all that could be heard in the van. As both of your eyes meet, your lips quickly attached in a passionate kiss. Both of your tongues fought each other for dominance. Despite this, you both gave each other control somehow. Pulling back from the kiss, you both began to laugh and calm down.

Hopping off you, Handong quickly lowered her sports bra and fixed her hair. Following her example, you proceeded to fix your clothes and get ready to leave the van.

As the automatic door opened, you were met by a serious group of girls who didn’t seem happy. With a shake of their heads, you both hopped out as they took a quick whiff inside. Dami was the first to react as she backed away from the van.

“God, it smells like sex in there. Ladies. Leave the windows open to air it out. You two, just wait for the car to stop smelling.”

As the rest of the dreamcatcher girls left the area, your eyes immediately noticed Handong walking backwards towards a building. Repeating the same action, Handong began to signal you to follow her.

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

Handong heard you as she raised her skirt and bit and showed you the cum falling down her leg. With a smirk, the Chinese idol entered a building leaving you thinking.

Damn it. You're giving in again, aren’t you?

#smut #kpopsmut #dreamcatchersmut #female idol smut

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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may i request (from the prompt phrases) 2 - 8 - 17 with erling 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

the shirt dilemma - eh

A/N: As I usually say: ERLING BRAINROT. I can’t stop writing for this man, I’m ABSOLUTELY in love with him. Thank you SO MUCH!!! for 800 followers. Feedback is always appreciated! Love you always xx

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: ̗̀➛ requested phrases:

2. “i'll never wear the jersey of someone who isn't my boyfriend.”

8. “why are you staring at me like that?”

17. “you have a really pretty face, have you ever heard that?”

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“I can’t believe people actually waste their time plotting about this stuff…” You murmured more to yourself than anyone else in the room, still scrolling through the infinite amount of photos that you found on Twitter. “Kinda creepy…”

“What’s up?” Jack murmured back, kicking your leg with his foot. You raised an eyebrow in his direction. “C’mon, you just said something that implies tea. Now you have to spill it.”

“I don’t have to do shit, Grealish.” You laughed, kicking him back. “But okay, here.” You sat on the couch. “I was on Twitter, and I found some tweets with my name on it, which is kinda weird since I’m not a public figure so… I don’t know, I was digging on my own shit until…” You turned your phone so he could see it.

His eyebrows raised until they almost touched the base of his hair, giving you a full view of the funniest expression you’d ever seen on him since ever.

“That’s an interesting take.”

“¿De qué hablan?” (What are you guys talking about?”) Julián asked, entering the room with hands full of snacks.

“Nada.” (Nothing) You really hated Julián’s impecable hearing. He was always around the corner when you were gossiping with Jack. “Más bien dame comida, que me tuviste esperando como mil años. Me muero de hambre.” (Give me some food, you’ve got me waiting for like a thousand years. I’m starving)

“Luego no me pidas que te cuente algo, porque te vas a quedar con las ganas.” (Later, don’t ask me for any gossip, cause I won’t share any) He replied, throwing a bag of chips at you.

“I actually love when you two speak Spanish in front of me and I understand absolutely nothing.” Jack said after you grabbed the bag, not paying attention to the dirty look Julián gave you before sitting next to him. “Makes me feel like I’m back in Spain for some vacation.”

“I just love when she speaks Spanish.” Erling’s voice startled you. You looked up at him, who was just entering the room. You tore your eyes apart from his figure as quickly as you could, wishing that the heart eyes weren’t that noticeable for any of them. God, he was so handsome.

“You love everything that she does.” Julián said, giggling a bit when you shot him a nasty look. That little fucker.

“True, you’re the biggest fanboy I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jack teased, nudging Erling’s arm when he sat next to you.

“What can I say? I’m a man with great taste.” Erling shot back, leaving you all shaky on the inside. You had to prevent your mouth from falling wide open. You could never get used to that type of compliments coming from him.

It was times like these when you wondered if Erling had any feelings for you. It would be awesome if he did. But you knew it couldn’t be possible; he was playing and teasing around. You were just friends.

“If you’re going to flirt with her, I’m leaving.” Jack said, openly enjoying how uncomfortable you were getting from all the attention. “But also? We could manage to see if we can get this little brat to come to the next game, eh?”

“No, no! Don’t start with that. I already said no a million times before.” You were tired of it. You knew, from past experience, that you would be recognized, and those stupid gossip sites would eat you up.

“C’mon, don’t be such a… coward.” Julián replied, always up to teasing you as well. “It’s fun, you should totally go. Emilia’s gonna be there.”

“But…”

“No, no, not ‘but’. You’re coming, end of discussion.” Erling cut you off, smiling widely when you looked at him. “Please?”

Aw, man. Fuck big blonde guys with green eyes.

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So there you were, two days later. Full of regrets and suffering, seeing how your friends (or more like enemies at this point) were smiling like little kids while you stood in the middle of the Etihad Stadium shop. Your arms were crossed, not wanting to give in two times in a row when it came to these guys’ wishes, but it was getting more and more difficult as the minutes passed and Erling’s eyes kept flashing you little looks that were keeping you on the edge.

“Why?” You finally spoke up, giving in to the silence that had overcome the room. “I’ve already accepted to come against my will. Why do I have to wear a jersey as well?”

“Because! Everyone that really loves the team wears a shirt!” Jack said, giving you a knowing look that screamed duh. “You’re our friend, it would be so rude if you just go there wearing…” He pointed to your baby blue shirt with a grin. “That.”

“What’s the matter with it? It’s City’s color, isn’t it?”

“C’mon, you’re not actually doing the most out here wearing a blue shirt, darling.” Erling’s voice had an effect on you. Dammit. “Be a good girl and wear a jersey.”

No, no, no. Don’t fall for it just because he called you a… Oh, god. God, help your daughter.

“Fine!” As usual, you just gave in once Erling stepped in. “Pick a stupid shirt so I can get out of here.”

You were hoping that you were being dramatic over nothing and that they’d probably pick a blank shirt with no actual handle on the back, but as Erling approached his own fucking section, you knew you were absolutely fucked.

“No! Not your stupid ego getting the best of you, I’m not wearing a Haaland shirt!” You wanted to. But it was the worst idea in the world. “I’ll never wear the jersey of someone who isn’t my boyfriend. That’s just a horrible idea.” You didn’t know why you just said that, but it was out there before you could backtrack on your words.

“Why not?” Jack asked, getting closer to you with that cheeky grin that you hated. “What’s wrong with wearing a friend’s jersey just for today? It isn’t good enough?”

Oh, you knew what he wanted to say with that little tone on the word “friend”.

“Because, my dear Jack. People love to speculate about things without actual proof. So, if they see me wearing Erling’s shirt while being here, they’ll think I’m his girlfriend, and…”

“So what?” Erling said, already handing you a shirt. “Let people assume whatever they want to assume.”

“Perhaps, would it be that bad if people think that you are his girlfriend?” It was the first time in twenty minutes that Julián had said a word, but when he did, he cornered you. “Just saying…”

“Yeah, would it?” Erling’s tone sounded almost evil as he slightly pressed the shirt towards you, leaving you no other option but to take it. “Just put it on.”

“I hate you…” You whispered, still grabbing the shirt with a bit more force than necessary.

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You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you for the entirety of the game, which was ridiculous since you were the most boring person and no one— and when you said no one, it was really no one— was giving you a second look as you sat and watched the game like everyone else did.

The paranoia you were feeling was ridiculous. Never in a million years have you felt more targeted for wearing a fucking shirt that said Haaland on the back. You could only pray that a photo of you didn’t make it to Twitter, where a bunch of weird people were already making assumptions about the actual nature of your relationship with Erling. That’s why you were being so negative about wearing anything City or Erling related. You knew how the rumors started.

Like it would ever happen in reality.

“Relájate, boluda. Parece que estás acá contra tu voluntad.” (Girl, relax. You look like you’re here against your will) Emilia shouted over the fans’ voices, seeming entertained by your current state. Just like her boyfriend, apparently.

“¿Te parece?” (You think?) You couldn’t help the sarcastic tone in your voice. “Todo gracias al pendejo de tu novio.” (All thanks to your stupid boyfriend)

“Ay, ya. No es para tanto…” (Aw, c’mon. It’s not that big of a deal…) She paused, giggling. “Estás así porque te gusta Erling, ¿no?” (You’re acting like this because you like Erling, aren’t you?)

“¡¿Qué?!” (What?!) You shouted, feeling your face go deep red as the referee blew the final whistle, letting the entire stadium know that the game was over.

“It’s so obvious, babe. You totally like that man.” She took your hand, not letting you overcome the fact that someone finally acknowledged your feelings for him. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Was all you managed to say, looking around to check if someone was paying attention to you. Again.

“The dressing room.”

Oh-oh.

Your eyes darted to the pitch, where most of the players were still walking around while exchanging greetings and jerseys. You spotted Erling right away; it was very difficult not to. He towered over almost every single person that walked past him, which could be funny if it weren’t for the fact that Emilie knew about your feelings for him. Suddenly, it felt so real. It felt like everyone knew.

“Move or I’ll have to drag you there myself.” Emilia’s tone gave the impression of being absolutely serious about the dragging part, so you started walking out of pure instinct.

You made your way across the sea of people that were leaving or lingering around the benches. You saw how it all appeared to move a bit slower as you followed her, who still had a hold on your wrist, like she was almost preventing you from escaping. You didn’t want to see Erling right now; the way you were so worked up about Emilia’s words was stupid, but you knew yourself, and it was very possible that you were about to blow everything because of the nerves.

“Breathe. You’re crushing my hand.”

“Is it too obvious?” You whispered once you made it to the tunnels.

“That you like him?” She turned to face you, smiling a bit before fixing your hair. “Not to him, I believe.” Her eyes looked behind you, a bigger smile appeared on her face. “But maybe it’s time to let you know that he likes you. Gotta go, Juli’s coming. Good luck.” She kissed your cheek briefly before walking away, leaving you nervous and shaky.

It seemed like being nervous and shaky was the new thing for you.

“What happened to the “no wearing a shirt that’s not my boyfriend's” rule?” You could feel Erling’s hands pinching the fabric of your new shirt before you turned around to face him. His voice was filled with that unique tone he only used when he won, or got his way around something he wanted. Today, both things happened. “Looks great on you, by the way.”

“You made me wear it, loser.” The only way to dissimulate the silent screaming you wanted to do right now was to answer with irony.

“And it’s the best decision I’ve made so far.” He stood in front of you in all his glory, clearly enjoying how pissed you were. You couldn’t help your eyes from going to his bare chest for a whole minute, biting your lip when your eyes met his. His smirk was so big, you wanted to punch him. “About to make the second one.”

So, so handsome. And so, so cocky.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Was all you managed to say after a few seconds of pure silence, despite all the teammates roaming through the tunnel, clapping and screaming from their recent win.

“You have a really pretty face; have you ever heard that?” He leaned in, and your heart almost escaped through your throat. You couldn’t tear your eyes apart from his.

What if Emilia was right? Was this the right moment? He was totally flirting with you… Wasn’t he?

“I…”

“What about this? You wait here, looking as lovely as you do right now until I shower… And then I can take you to dinner so we can celebrate the win?” He whispered the proposition like it was a promise. At this point, you couldn’t even speak. “How does that sound?”

“Yeah, sure…” You whispered back, holding your bag so close to your chest that you could feel the handles burying themselves in your skin.

“Perfect.” Then he kissed your cheek, and you really stopped breathing for a few milliseconds. And as you were starting to have a little panic attack, he left.

Have you just… agreed to a date with Erling Haaland? Well, fuck.

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where were you

(al haitham x reader, mentions of cyno)

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Al Haitham’s mood was already sour having dealt with Cyno just hours prior, so imagine the plummet his mood took upon hearing that his upcoming mission he was going to be sent on was going to be with none other than you, he wasn’t all too happy to say the least.

He didn’t particularly dislike you, you just talked too much in his opinion. That and you also picked on him a lot, plus to make things worse Cyno and you were close friends making Haitham someone you weren’t to fond of either.

Something about his stoic/inexpressive standoffish attitude made you want to see him crack. Either from sheer annoyance or anger either or would be amusing to see so Cyno and you always made it your mission to pick fights with the akademiya student every time you crossed paths.

You hum a tune as you wait for Al Haitham to arrive, your foot tapping on the ground as you reach into your bag for your pocket watch once again only to see a pair of familiar boots step into your view.

You exhale a laugh already smiling up at a frowning Al Haitham.

“Two minutes late, is this what they teach you at the Akademia?” You tease, he only looked over you and walked past you, exhaling through his nose as he did so to show his annoyance.

A smile makes its way onto your lips, you just can’t help yourself, he's so easy to tease.

“So Haitham, they left me in charge since I know around this site right? I’m assuming you know I’m taking the lead since you know we’re researching around the area I grew up in?” You pick up your pace, legs moving at twice the speed as Al Haitham was. Him and his dumb long legs.

You look up at him after a few seconds of no response to see his stoic face remain the same, unwavered and annoyed as always.

You only laugh again making the tall man roll his eyes at how annoying you were already being despite only just greeting you seconds ago.

He knew that he was going to have a long trip, now it was going to feel especially longer because of your comments and teasing and archons does he wish he didn’t have to come with you but it was you or Cyno and no way was he about to choose Cyno. They’d rip each other to shreds before they would even reach the village so he knows that he has to suck it up just for the time being.

“Not going to answer now big guy? Come on, don’t be so uptight all the time. Besides if you wear that frown all day you’ll get wrinkles sooner than later.” You raise your hand up, poking his cheek as he suddenly stops, gently catching your wrist in his hand.

“What’s that phrase again? Less talk, more walk?Also hands to yourself please and thank you.” He exhales, looking down at you as he rolls his eyes, his temples feeling the familiar slight throb already.

“We’ll just be doing some simple research at a the specified location is all, now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to get this done sooner than later I don’t want to be out for too long I need to come back to finish some business.” His hand let go of your wrist, his long legs wasting no time as he stormed away just as quickly as he had stopped.

Now a quick trip that was supposed to be just had to come with a catch with Al Haitham’s luck. Just as you both had arrived at the designated research area as the storm that was brewing hit harder than usual. The village was in the cusp between the desert and rainforest so a sandstorm plus heavy rain was bound to ruin anyones day, especially if they’re stuck with someone they don’t like.

The withering zones nearby had shot up tenfold making it dangerous for even those who wield visions to be out for too long. So as much as Al Haitham didn’t want to spend another second with you, let alone more than he had to, you both needed to find shelter whether you liked it or not.

Now you weren’t all too happy either of course, you did have a vision but still having to “take shelter” for such reasons was making you upset, you could take the withering zones no problem you knew around the area like the lines on your palm. It was all going fine and Al Haitham’s mood was ok until he heard that he had to find shelter with you, archons this man did a whole 180 on you. If you thought he was moody before forget it because right now, his patience was running on thin ice.

“You don’t understand! I can still-“

“No.”

“Hey! It’s not that hard. Anyways I came here for this exact reason, just let me. Besides I grew up here I know the no zones and I can take care of myself!” You argue, though you feel like you’re talking to a wall, he won’t take what you say into consideration at all!

“Drop it, you’re being a nuisance.” His legs moved in the direction of the nearest inn, your arguing not aiding his pounding headache at all. “I said we’re heading to the nearest resting area just for the time being now stop complaining. I’m not getting in trouble for your reckless actions.” Al Haitham only walked faster, the heavy raindrops already drenching you both, the sand blowing in your faces making it hard to keep your eyes open.

You roll your eyes and bit your tongue, deciding it was best to save your breath as you knew he wouldn’t give you the chance to speak with his attitude. That and your clothes were soaking wet as well, you were more than sure you’ll get sick if you kept being as stubborn as you were being so you decided it was for the best in the end.

Al Haitham’s legs came to a halt as he stared up at the familiar building in front of you both. He’s come down here many times for research and this inn was one he’s stayed at more than once so he decides this inn would be the best as he knows the owner himself, hoping you can get rooms to rest for the rest of the day.

“Ah, Al Haitham good sir, it's been quite a while since I’ve seen you around. Down here for research I presume?” The old man behind the counter at the inn spoke up upon your entrance.

“Hello, it’s good to see you once again, and yes, research business for the akademiya is all, but the downpour is a bit too rough I was wondering if you had rooms for us to reside for the night, we’ll be off tomorrow morning but you’ll be compensated for your help.” Al haitham smiled warmly at the edleryman, making you do a double take. Such a soft smile on him looks so unordinary, but it fit him well, it made you realize just how rare it is to see him smile having barley seen it for the first time right now.

You blink as you turn away feeling slightly embarrassed for dumbly staring at him like that only making Al Haitham clear his throat.

“I presume this is your significant other? I’ve never seen you around with anyone young man-“

“Surely you jest,” Al Haitham laughs uncharacteristically, making you shoot him a questioning look.

“Goodness no, they definitely are not and never will be my significant other. Not only would I not spare them a second glance but I won’t even give them the time of day.” Al Haitham spat out more harshly than intended making you open your mouth but fail to say anything out of embarrassment.

The old man behind the counter only scratched his head. He didn’t mean to make you both feel awkward, he was just teasing but Al haitham was a bit harsh with his words making the old man feel bad for you because of Al Haitham’s sharp tone.

“Ah, sorry didn’t mean to upset you. But I do have a room open for you guys to stay the night, or well wait until the storm passes.” The old man clears his throat, sending you an apologetic smile as he explains the situation.

You internally groan, not only were you just embarrassed by Al Haitham but now only one room was available for the both of you meaning having to hear his complaints even more now, what luck you had today surely.

“We’ll take it.” Al haitham wasted no time taking up the offer making you do a double take yet again. Did he hear correctly? You question yourself, suspicious as to why he took up the offer a bit too fast.

“If you’ll be so kind as to tell us the room numbers. I wouldn’t want to be in these clothes any longer than I have to.” Al Haitham jokes, peeling his skin tight shirt off of his chest just a bit, seeing water slide off the thin fabric.

“Room numbers?” The old man repeats, confused as to why he implied it separately.

“Yes. The numbers to the rooms we’ll be staying in.” Al Haitham stated mattarfactly.

Ah, yes of course this doofus misheard. You only roll your eyes at Al Haitham’s obliviousness.

“Young Man, I'm afraid you misheard. There is only one room, the rest are booked.” The old man repeated.

“One room?” Al Haitham’s eyebrows furrowed. “One room as in only one with, one bed and all nothing else, no other options?” Al Haitham stupidly asked though he himself knew what this meant, he just couldn’t belive it was happening to him, why with you of all people?

“Yessir I’m afraid so. Though, is there a problem with this situation?” The old man tilted his head not really understanding why Al Haitham seemed so bothered by this fact.

Al hailtham was doing your confidence no good you’ll say that. Sure you did tease the guy a lot and poked fun but geez, he was taking it a bit too far with his sharp tongue. He was making you feel more bad about yourself than you already do and for no reason.

“So one room is all you have, no others.” Al Haitham repeats, exhaling as he raised his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Of all the people in the world it would be with you.” He murmured under his breath. The displeased look on his features making you feel guilty, though you’ve done nothing wrong.

“I suppose if that’s all you have then there is sadly nothing we can do. As much as I don’t want to, I guess we’ll have to still take you up on your offer.” He reached into his pocket and you rolled your eyes. “Though I’d much rather sleep outside in the storm than with the likes of you. My headache is only going to get worse.” He grumbled under his breath, throwing one bad comment after another.

You stood quiet for too long but he was being more rude han he needed to be, saying things that didn’t need to be said, making you feel unwanted and bothersome.

“Sounds good, I’ll meet you back at the akademiya.” You took off your coat, wringing the excess water into a nearby plant as you shook it once again.

“No need to throw a tantrum now, I can find my own place to stay. You stay here tonight. Thank you for your service, sir.” You slightly bow, sending the old man behind the counter a closed eye smile as you adjust your coat on your arms, the fabric clinging to your body making you dread the downpour that you have to face once again.

The old man put his hands up and opened his mouth to stop you but Al haitham’s hand did so instead.

You felt his hand wrap around your arm, slightly pulling you back to stop you before you reached the exit.

“Hey where do you thin-“

“Don’t touch me.” You shrug his hand off you, not even bothering to look at him still too embarrassed by his unnecessary comments.

“You mustn’t leave, the rain and toxins will cause those with visions to get sick too! I didn't mean for my joke from earlier to anger you, I’ll find you another room you can sta-.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong sir, no need to apologize. I can easily find another place to stay. I do not want to bother you anymore than I already have. Now if you’ll please excuse me, I’ll be taking my leave now.” You quickly thank him again, Al Haitham was standing too close for your comfort, his gaze never leaving you as he slightly towered over your frame slightly blocking your path from leaving.

“You’re being dramatic. I said there is no need to leave, staying here with you is the last thing I want too trust me, but if it has to-“

“Can you drop it? I said I'm leaving. No one is being dramatic except you. I mean have you heard what’s been coming out of your mouth since we walked in? I haven’t said one complaint but you’re the one that’s all bothered.” You look up at him, eyes narrow, you didn’t want your anger to get the best of you and you didn’t want to show him that his words did hurt you even though you tried to convince yourself they didn’t. “Besides I’m doing you a favor, me leaving will finally give you the piece you’ve oh so desperately have been wanting! Am I wrong?” You ask him and feel his grasp around your arm loosen a bit. “Now get out of my way before you really do become a problem.” You cut him off, the audacity this man had. Calling you dramatic when you’ve stood quite this whole time. There’s only so much one can take until their breaking point is reached.

“Listen, stop being-“

You push past him, not letting him finish as your shoulder slightly shoved past him as you made your way to the door. You quickly pull the handle, slipping through and out into the cold rain once again. Gosh this man didn’t know when to drop it.

Al Haitham stood there for a few seconds with a perplexed look on his features as the door shut by itself. Why did you leave? Why was he so bothered? Why did he try to stop you? Only did he move when the old man behind the counter cleared his throat.

“Young Man, I'm afraid I made them mad at you, my apologies.” The old man wore a worried face, genuinely feeling guilty for your arguing.

“Ah,” Al Hailtham now cleared his throat, pulling out money to hand the old man for the room. “Worry not, you’ve done nothing wrong, they’ll be back before nightfall I guarantee they’re just being dramatic.” Al Haitham assured the old man though it sounded as if he were trying to assure himself as the look on his face was one of uncertainty.

“Ah ok then, let me get you your key.” The old man hesitated but handed Al Haitham the key anyways, deciding it was none of his business but he does feel responsible for your leaving.

Al Haitham took the key and turned to the way of his room wanting nothing more than to get changed and rest for a bit now, his headache has subsided and now it was just a bit too quiet for his liking already.

“If they come back please escort them to the room, I’ll open the door for them then.” Al Haitham told the old man before walking down the hallway to his room, you probably just need a breather, a second away to cool down and you’ll be back.

Al Haitham entered the room, sigh escaping his lips as he finally relaxed his tense shoulders. The wet shirt clung to his torso more than he liked so his legs made a straight b line to the bathroom wanting nothing more than to shower.

As he peeled off his shirt he remembered back to how you were also just as soaked, if not even more drenched than he and he felt something heavy in his chest.

They’ll come back, I’m sure they’ll be in the room and back to being a nuisance by the time I get out. Al Haitham told himself as he turned the water on. Deciding it was best to enjoy the peace and quiet now since later he’ll miss it once you’re back.

Al Haitham’s tense muscles and headache were now long gone as his hand turned the knob shutting the water off, he was wondering what stupid comment you’d make once he exited the restroom but he knew I’d be better than you being outside alone.

So to his dismay he’s quite confused himself when he doesn’t hear the sound of your voice when he does open the restroom door, let alone see any trace of you even entering at all, he’s been in the restroom well over an hour so now the heavy feeling sank to his stomach, were you really not coming back?

The rain only grew louder as it hit the window panel of his room, the winds picking up as he looked out at the now dark view.

The rude comments he made all day, the rude comments he’s always sent you started to hit him. He wasn’t one to necessarily regret things he’s done since he’s always sure of himself but he can’t help but taste something bitter in his mouth as he remembers your sad expression when you walked away from him earlier, of when you recoiled from him when he tried stopping you, of how your didn’t even talk back or make a single comment of “having” to share a simple room with him because you were far more mature than that maybe he was the childish one all along.

Where were you? Why weren’t you back? Why did he feel so bad suddenly? Why did he care though? Why did he feel so bad now? Why did he have a heavy feeling in his chest?Why weren’t you back? Questions filled his head as he quickly got changed once again, grabbing nothing more than the umbrella by the door and exiting his room to go find you.

The loud thunderclap made your heart rate pick up, the sand that stuck to your soaked clothing making you all the more uncomfortable than you needed to be. You sat under a tree a few blocks down from the inn where Al Haitham was residing for the night.

Were you cold and tired? Goodness, yes. But did he embarrass you and make you feel too ashamed to go back? Yes. So be damned with that geek. Who cares if you get sick if he really can’t stand being in the same room as you that bad then so be it, you’ll stay out here until the rain stops, do your part of the research and be on with your day not having to see him again since he so desperately can’t spend another second with you.

You know you tease a lot but he didn’t mean to say all that. You know you’re a handful it takes you a while to fully let others in hence why your close ones are very limited but for some reason you let Al Haitham in pretty fast, faster than you’d like to admit sure but you just felt comfortable around him, he didn’t seem all too judgmental despite the glare he wore around you or his sharp tongue but you knew he wasn’t serious, or so you thought. Hearing his say one thing after another today made you question it, maybe he was being honest, maybe you finally made him snap and he really truly can’t stand being around you.

It’s not like you haven’t been told that you’re too much before, you keep your close ones at a limit but you just got too comfortable with him maybe you needed to distance yourself and treat him like how Cyno does. Maybe it’s about time you leave him alone.

The rumble from another thunderclap snapped you out of your thought’s making you jump along with a pair of hands grabbing your arm only made you yelp in surprise.

“Hey! What the- let me-“

“Look at you! You're drenched!” A familiar voice cut you off for the hundredth time today, making you pull your arm back but barley even moving as the pair of hands only held you tighter, even going as far to pulling you closer.

Only then did you see the umbrella in his hands, as he held it over your shaking cold frame. An unusual worried look on his usual stoic features making you give him a confused look back.

“What’re you-?”

“Where were you?” He asks, out of breath. His hair dripping wet as he looked down at your state. Guilt was eating him alive at the site in front of him. Your red nose, fingertips colder than anything he’s ever felt and your clothing, gosh your clothing was like a second layer of skin with the way it clung so close to your body.

He didn’t care that he got soaked again, as soon as he exited the restroom his mind went on autopilot. He’s walked around the village for the past 20 minutes but he doesn’t care because you’ve been out here far longer.

“Stop cutting me off! Besides you’re soaking wet too. What're you doing out here?” You stop his mumbling and he shoots you a look filled with worry.

“No! Why’re you out here? Where were you all along? Why didn’t you return?” One question piled on top of the other all these questions he wanted answered but why was he so anxious? Why was his heart racing? Why did he feel so bad seeing you in this state when usually this would amuse him? Why did he feel so relieved to see you?

“Excuse me?” You whisper out, disbelief lacing your tone as one corner of your mouth turned upwards, a laugh wanting to escape as you looked up at the worried man’s expression.

“Is this some sort of joke? Are you done with the act now?” You chuckle, pulling your arm once again only to feel his firm hand hold you still.

“You can let me go. Go back to the inn before you get sick. Besides you don’t have to hear me anymore just what you wanted right, I left and now you can relax. Now why’re you out here?” Your usual joking tone was nowhere to be heard making the tall man swallow nervously.

“Y/n?” The voice of the current mahamantra made both of your heads shoot up, looking at the direction it came from.

“Cyno?” You squint your eyes, it was far too dark to see where he was standing.

In a blink of an eye he was standing in front of you, his hand immediately reaching out and removing Al Haitham’s hold from your arm, sending a glare in Al Haitham's direction.

“You’re soaked.” Cyno spoke up, still glaring at Al haitham.

“Ah really? I wasn’t aware of that you see I can’t feel-“

“Why are you out here? How long have you been out here?” Cyno cut your joking sentence before you could finish, he’d usually indulge in jokes with you but the state you were in was no joking matter to Cyno at all.

“Not too long Cyno it’s ok, I was just heading back inside honestly no need to-“

“Did he do this to you?” Cyno held you in place as you tried shifting your way between the two men to start walking to the inn.

You froze in place you didn’t want them to start arguing right now. You didn’t have the energy to pick sides nor stop them from arguing and besides it was on you. You’re the one who decided to leave, no one told you to do so.

“No I brought this upon myself, now let’s head in.” You state simply, trying to once again make your way between the two.

“Don’t lie to me y/n. Did he send you out here?” Cyno's voice lowered, his shoulders tensing, getting ready to strike the taller man in front of him.

“No! Nono it’s not like that I did-“

“Yes, they’re out here because of me. It’s my fault but I’ve come out here to apologize.” Al Haitham speaks up, eyes staring right into Cyno’s making Cyno summon his spear from thin air, sparks of electricity surrounding you all now.

“What did you do?” Cyno asks cautiously, ready for the scribe to say something rude or unnecessary to strike him down.

“I said some unnecessary comments, I’ve come to get them as I’ve realized I may have taken it too far. It is my fault and I’ve come to apologize, that’s why I’m out here with them.” Al Haitham admits to Cyno leaving you dumbstruck. That’s the last thing you expected him to do, to admit to what he’s done wrong, to apologize properly.

You only blink as the two men stood quietly, the pouring rain not washing away the tense atmosphere that surrounded you all.

“So you’re the reason they’re drenced, if they get sick you’re going to regret-“

“Cyno,” you grab hold of his hand that was clenched around his spear, he was ready to strike at any given moment and the last thing you wanted was for both of them to throw down in the middle of the night.

“I came out here on my own accord, ok? Besides he apologized for his actions earlier and it’s ok, I overreacted but it’s resolved no need to get your hands dirty for my sake.” You send him a closed eye smile and feel his arm relax. “Thank you for getting mad for my sake Cyno but it’s ok.” You give his arm a squeeze and hear Al Haitham clear his throat.

“Not to interrupt you two, but Cyno did interrupt me earlier,” Al Haitham spoke up making Cyno click his tonge in annoyance. “May we head back inside now?” Al Haitham’s gaze looked anywhere but the two of you. Seeing the way Cyno and you treated each other made him mad for more reasons than one. Why did you talk in that calm tone with him? Why did he get your soft smiles? Why did you look at him with kind eyes when you never gave him that look? Why was this bothering him so much? Why did he care?

“Watch it.” Cyno warned, smile dropping as soon as his eyes met Al Haitham’s gaze again.

“I’ll drop you off at the inn since it’s on my way,” Cyno sighed, his spear finally disappearing as he turned around. “But if I catch you out here alone again, I’m not sure if I’ll hold back on him like I did right now.” Cyno explained, he wanted to punch the scribe for letting you get this drenched and stay out alone at this time of day, but he also knows you could take care of yourself so he took your word for it, deciding if you really say that it’s ok and you forgive him than as much as Cyno doesn’t want to let this go he has to, he can’t butt in.

Cyno made his way down the road, not wanting to be next to Al Haitham longer than he already has. You followed close behind as you scanned your fingertips having lost feeling on them long ago along with the feeling on your legs so going inside the inn and taking a shower sounded absolutely divine, though you were sure I’d be awkward sharing a room with Al Haitham at least you both resolved your argument from earlier.

You felt the heavy rain droplets suddenly stop as the presence you felt by your side held up an umbrella over your form once again.

“There’s really no point in trying to stop it, you know? I’m sure my clothing is beyond soaked by now.” You joke, small laugh escaping as Al Haitham slows his pace to match yours.

“True, it might not aid you much now but if it can keep the rain away for the time being then you can be shielded until we get to the inn.” Al Haitham’s eyes scanned the dark road in ahead, he still felt bad for his actions so him doing this was a way of him saying he’s sorry.

“Thank you,” you look up at him giving him a small smile, though the tall brooding man can be rude at times you’re happy that he at least apologized let alone come back out to find you. This alone showed you that he did feel somewhat guilty for his actions.

“For apologizing and coming out to get me I mean,” you roll your eyes at him as he comes to a sudden halt. “ You didn't have to come out to get me, you could’ve easily enjoyed the time you had alone and left me out here without a care, I know I can be a handful at times but appreciate it nonetheless, so thank you.” You laugh at his expression, he only started at you with eyes a bit wider than usual.

It’s not that he didn’t expect you to thank him, well that did shock him but the soft smile gracing your features, the genuine gratitude behind your voice as you gave him a small bow made him feel warm, made him feel happy, made him want to see it more often.

“Haitham? What’s wrong?” You blink at him shifting as he only continues to stare.

“Nothing,” he turned away from your gaze, feeling his face heat up for some odd reason.

“What’s the hold up?” Cynos' voice made you jump again as he impatiently tapped his foot on the wet concrete.

“None of your business we’re right behind you so stop being impatient.” Al Haitham answered flatly, rolling his eyes at Cyno’s impatience, annoyed that you turned you attention back to Cyno now.

“Come on Cyno no need to rush!” You joke, making your way up to him as he slowed his pace for you.

“I can’t wait to get out of these clothes, a shower sounds divine right now.” You sigh, peeling back the shirt you were wearing only to feel it slap back onto your skin.

“Oh! I call showering first!” You turn around to Al Haitham sticking out your tonge and picking up your pace before he can say anything back making Al Haitham crack a small smile as you turned back to face the road in front of you.

“What do you mean first? Why would you have to call….” Cyno connected the dots, he looked back at Al Haitham and then your figure in front of him and it snapped.

“You’re sharing a room? With him?!How can you even stand being in the same room as him let alone share one? Are you out of your mind?!” Cyno picked up his pace as he argued, making you laugh but only walk faster.

Al Haitham felt a wider smile form as you didn’t complain about sharing a room with him, seeing Cyno blow up over it made the scribe feel proud for some unknown reason. Seeing you not bothered by it made him feel relieved and he can’t help but feel bad once again. You didn’t mind once, maybe you did but you kept quiet and he was the one that made things awkward but maybe, just maybe, sharing a room with you wouldn’t be all too bad? Though you can be a handful and you joke a bit too much for his liking, he’s come to find that he doesn’t mind being around you more than he thought he does, especially not after seeing the warm smile you can give him aswell, maybe, just maybe he will find himself wanting to be around you more often then he though he would if it means he can keep your smile to himself.

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authors note: hellooo lovelies! so good to post again ahhh! it feels like its been forever ohmygoodness sorry work has been keeping me busy and some other things aswell but that’s besides the point hehehe bc….I finally FINALLY wrote for mr Al Haitham ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ! I was kindof scared to write for him at first bc I didn’t really know his character all too well but I’m catching up with the archon quests so!! I’m getting to know him better!! AND SJSJSJSJ HES SO FINE- HES SUCH A LITTLE SHIT THO! can’t wait to pull for him and put him on my team with by skrunk kaeya bc tall sword users \(≧∇≦)/ WOOOYESSIR! hehehe anyways, my goofy self has to make everything angsty bc I love pain :3, I do hope you are all staying safe and you’re taking care! I have some exciting news soon for the holidays so please stay tuned for that! I do hope you enjoy! (also sorry for any errors I didn’t have time to revise!)(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

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With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings. (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Poly!KiriBaku x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader

Synopsis: In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS STAY TF AWAY), Poly Romance, AgedUp!Pro!Bakugou & Kiri (they’re in their late 20s), Black!Reader, Bunny Girl!Reader, Mating Cycle, In Heat, Dick Crazed, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Foreplay, Nipple Play, Light Foot Fetish (Toe Sucking), Clit Stimulation, Overstimulation, Deepthroating, Biting/Nibbling, Hair/Ear Pulling, Tail Stroking, Spanking, Face Fucking, Light Hints of Dacryphilia, Degradation, Name Calling, Pet Names, Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Full Nelson, Mating Press), Non-Protected PIV/Non-Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Mentions of Breeding, Squirting, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Happy spring, y’all!! Decided to celebrate by giving y’all another smutty short fic. You’re welcome, enjoy & thank you tons for the love on my work so far. Stay safe out there cuz COVID ain’t over. Wear your mask!! -Jazz

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Read on AO3 here!

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CHAPTER THREE: A PICNIC FOR THREE.

“Of course, ma’am!” you chirp into the phone. “I’ll let Mr. Fushiyomo know. Thank you for calling and have a good day!”

You finally hang up the phone after the sweet lady says farewell and drop your smile as you let out a deep, bellied sigh. You look at the clock on the desktop computer that you have in your cubicle. Only fifteen minutes until your lunch break.

You press a hand to your rumbling stomach. You’re not sure where to go for lunch today. Maybe the cafeteria or that little cafe a block down from the agency. They’ve got good salads and sandwiches there.

But you can’t even focus on your hunger with how much your pussy is throbbing. You sit in your cubicle now, your legs pressed tightly against each other under your desk. You could always rub your clit or finger yourself to ease the tension. Everyone is too busy working to notice, so they wouldn’t know. But you would know, and you’d die of shame if you did that.

However, the ache isn’t as bad as this morning. Before you got dressed and left for work, you gave yourself two more orgasms–one with your fingers and the next by (embarrassingly) rubbing your panty-covered clit against the corner of your kitchen counter while your coffee brewed. After that, you made up your iced coffee, got your key card for the bus, and were on the move.

Even better, though you missed them terribly and ached to see them, your boyfriends haven’t called you since this morning when you sprouted into heat. You suppose it’s for the best since you’re sure you’d jump their bones as soon as you saw them. Other than that, none of your symptoms have gotten worse. “So far, so good,” you whisper to yourself.

You turn to your computer to get some more work done before lunch, wanting to distract yourself from the naughty daydreams.

However, God seems to have another plan for you when you hear a soft knock on the wall of your cubicle. You turn with a smile plastered on your face, expecting to see a coworker or your boss or the bitch secretary he has that you’re sure he’s fucking around with.

However, your smile fades when you see Kiri standing there, leaning up against your cubicle with those damn tattooed arms crossed and a toothy smile on his face. His hair is pinned back in a low ponytail, accentuating his handsome face where an eyebrow piercing adorns his brow. He’s out of his hero fit for the day, dressed in some ripped jeans and a nice pink button-down that stretches over his pecks and abs. Why the fuck did he have to wear pink and look so yummy in it? Does he hate you?

“Sorry,” he chuckles sheepishly. “Was just tryna find the bathroom.” You turn around fully in your chair, anxious now. “What are you doing in here?” you whisper. You peek over your cubicle at the others, wondering if anyone is watching and wondering why the hell Red Riot is conversing with one of the office workers. Especially the bunny girl.

“Relax, cutie,” he snickers softly. “I come to the office all the time to see if any reports come in. Just came to see if you had lunch yet.” You shake your head, doing your best to keep your thighs shut tightly. “Not yet, no. I go in...” You look at the time. “Ten minutes.”

“Then in ten minutes, you meet me and Katsuki outside,” he says with a secretive smile. “Can’t tell you why. It’s a surprise. But trust me; you’ll love it!” He puts his large hand out for yours, a sweet look in his eyes. Slowly, you put your hand in his and regret it instantly because the physical contact only makes your pussy throb more for him.

Slowly, Kiri bends down and presses his lips to your knuckles, his eyes pinned to yours. You only watch, soft, baited breaths coming out from your parted lips. Your body shivers at the feeling of his lips on your skin and you imagine it in other places. You feel your ears and tail twitch excitedly.

He then winks at you as he departs. “Ten minutes,” he whispers. “Don’t be late, cutie.” Then he’s walking out of your cubicle, whistling as he does. You sit there speechless for a few seconds, trying to process what just happened.

Then you wonder if you just even go ahead and meet up with them judging from your body’s reactions to the sheer sight of Kiri. Obviously, he wants you to go to lunch with them, but can you really stand to sit in the same presence as your sexy and attractive boyfriends while you’re like this? You sigh, groaning softly as you look up at the ceiling of your office. For one, you’re hungry, and two, you don’t want your cycle to keep you away from your boys. Plus, you owe it to them to talk about this. They deserve to know...maybe after lunch though.

So, against your better judgment, you leave your cubicle when your lunch break finally arrives. Before you leave the building, you stop by the bathroom to check yourself out and make sure you look ‘normal’.

You smile at your cute outfit for the day: a top with a sweetheart neckline you paired with a push-up bra, the combo making your breasts look immaculate; a pencil skirt that hugs your ass and hips; and a light cardigan to hide your tail and pair with your flats. Your ears are tied down with an elastic band underneath your hair, concealing all signs of a bunny girl. “You’ve got this, bitch,” you whisper to yourself. Then you’re hustling out the door and the building into the bright sun rays and the warm air of spring.

And finding yourself face to face with your fine-ass boyfriends and their sports car. Kiri sits on the hood of the car while Bakugou is leaning up against the driver’s door, arms crossed and one foot up. He is out of his hero fit as well, instead dressed in a black tee that looks so small on his lean build, jeans, black kicks, and a denim jacket. Though the sleeves conceal his tatts, you can see the ones that lace his knuckles and the one on his neck that drives you insane.

He’s already looking at you as you descend down the steps to the agency’s front doors, the sun glinting against the lip ring dangling from his plump, pink bottom lip and the platinum hairs on his head he has cut into an undercut along the sides. He pushes his Ray Bans up on his head and your clit jumps at the sight of his ruby-red eyes. “Took ya long enough,” he grumbles with a smirk. “Thought I was gonna have to drag you out of there by them ears.”

“You could’ve tried,” you hum, crossing your arms as you eye him up and down. “That would’ve gotten you a black eye AND no love from me.” Bakugou yanks you forward by your skirt waistband and with a tiny yelp, you fall into his open arms. “You had me at no love,” he whispers against your jaw before kissing you there. The tiny act of affection sends your senses into hyperdrive, as well as his scent. Like vanilla with a hint of cologne.

When Kiri comes up behind you to give you a squeeze, his scent of cinnamon and his own cologne doesn’t make it any better. Not to mention his hard muscles pushing up against your back as he wraps his arms around you and Bakugou. You swallow hard, your heart throbbing in your chest when you find yourself trapped between them. “U-Um,” you stutter. “Shouldn’t we get in the car? Won’t someone see us?”

“Who cares?” Bakugou grumbles. “Anyone says shit, they can deal with me.”

“It’s about time we went public with our relationship, don’t you think?” Kiri chuckles as he pecks your neck. “At work, I mean. I think we’ve been lowkey for long enough, don’t you?” You’re speechless, their words processing slowly in your head. Then a stupid grin slides across your face

as well as your ears fighting to rise from their trap in the elastic band and pulses making their way to your clit.

You don’t have a chance to reply because they’re suddenly freeing you of their trap and Bakugou is opening the car door for you. “You gettin’ in or what?” he asks. “I’m starving.” As you crawl into the backseat, he gives you an open-palmed smack on the ass that makes you yelp and your tail twitch. Bakugou cackles. “Fuck, that’s adorable!” he laughs before he’s shutting the door and making his way to the driver’s side while Kiri slides into the passenger’s seat.

“So where are we going?” you ask curiously, trying to calm your ears by smoothening them down. Kiri and Bakugou look back at you, mischievous and excited. “It’s a surprise” is all Kiri replies with as Bakugou starts the car, and you’re peeling away from the agency, windows down and wind in your hair.

As Bakugou peels down the streets of Musutafu, Kiri and you rap along to Kiri’s playlist of favorite hip-hop songs, the entire tiny space of the car taken up by the sounds of your voices and the spring air blowing through the open window. You giggle and laugh, feeling giddy and happy as you sit in the backseat, feeling good to be with the two people you feel so close to.

The drive doesn’t last long; it lasts for only fifteen minutes. After coming off a highway, Bakugou parks the car in the parking lot in a famous park in Musustafu, known for its lush plantlife, animal reserve, hiking trails, lakes for fishing, and playground for the kids. You don’t see too many cars parked when Kiri helps out of the backseat being that it’s a weekday. Everyone is either in school or at work.

Which means you three are practically alone, surrounded by gorgeous, lush wildlife. For some reason, this makes your stomach flip. You eye the park map in front of you, noticing Bakugou parked on the side where the hiking trails are closer. “Where are y’all takin’ me?” you ask, laughing lightly. “This is how horror movies start, y’know. Taking me into a deep, dark forest to chop me up into little bits.”

You turn to look at them, finding a blindfold dangling from Bakugou’s hand and an evil glint in his eye. Your eyes go wide and the fur on your ears stands on end. “Am I right?” you whimper.

Kiri throws his head back at laughs. “Relax, bunny,” he coos, nudging Bakugou. “This is for your surprise. We’ll take it off you once we’re there.”

Bakugou twirls his finger, signaling you to turn around. Though still reluctant, you slowly do as he says and softly gasp when the blindfold is suddenly over your eyes. You stand rigidly still as you feel his calloused fingers gently brush your neck and your ears. It is enough to make you burst. “Good girl,” he coos in your ear. “Can you see?” You wordlessly shake your head, your tongue dryer than sandpaper.

“Now up you go!” Kiri exclaims and you yelp, suddenly finding yourself off the ground and in his rock-solid, tatted-up arms. Your head leans against his solid chest as he brings you closer to him, one arm securely under your legs while the other is wrapped around your lower back. “Your personal chauffeur is here to assist you,” he chuckles. “Lead the way, Katsuki!”

With the scent of Kiri’s cologne and eucalyptus-scented shampoo in your nostrils, you feel him begin to move as he follows Katsuki to God knows where. With you being blind, all of your other senses are hyperaroused–you hear the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under your boyfriends’ footsteps and the sweet chirp of birds above and in the trees; you smell the scent of fresh manure, planted flowers, and mingling scents of Katsuki and Kiri, sweet and spicy; you feel the sun rays and the breeze on your skin, caressing the thin airs there. You softly sigh and lean your head against Kiri, relaxed. You could stay like this forever.

“Kay, we’re here,” Bakugou suddenly announces in his gruff voice. Slowly, Kiri sets you down on your feet. “Can y’all get this blindfold off me now?” you ask, impatient and wanting to get a look at this surprise. Kiri chuckles and does it for you, expertly untying the blindfold. “Okay,” he whispers. “Now open your eyes.”

You do so, blinking rapidly in the bright sun rays. “Ta-da!” he shouts, grinning happily at you, practically shoving Bakugou out of the way to proudly present your surprise to you. Your eyes are still adjusting to the sun, so you don’t start to register your surprise until a few seconds later.

And when they finally do, you can’t believe what you’re seeing. Settled in the middle of a beautiful clearing of wildflowers beside a babbling brook is the cutest little picnic you’ve ever seen. A plush All Might blanket is laid down on the grass, pinned down at the corners by several rocks. On top of the blanket sits a wicker basket and several dishes of fried chicken kara-age, rice balls, and bento meals.

You’re at a loss for words for a moment, taking in the setup. “Wha...” You close your mouth, realizing it’s hanging open. “What is this?” you softly ask, looking at your boyfriends. Bakugou scowls at you. “It’s a picnic,” he scoffs. “What the fuck else does it look like?”

Taking your hand, Kiri brings you closer to the picnic spread. “We know we haven’t had time to be together for a minute because of work, so we decided why not throw a nice picnic for you?.” He turns you around to face him, his eyes soft. “Plus, you’ve been working so hard, honey. We just wanted to show you some appreciation. Do you like it?”

“I...” Once again, you’re at a loss for words as you look between your boyfriends, one doing his best to hide his anxiousness than the other. You look at the picnic spread once more, your eyes taking in the food they made and paid for. How long did this take? How long had they been planning this?

And suddenly, your eyes begin to brim with tears. “Guys, I love it. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.” You cover your heart, touched. “Thank you.” Kiri’s face splits into a grin while Bakugou simply smirks. “You can thank us by sitting down and letting us feed you,” he replies before taking your hand and leading you away from Kiri who pouts at you being stolen from him.

You giggle as you’re sat down on the plush blanket. You sit with your legs folded under you and firmly pressed together. You won’t be caught slipping today. Bakugou and Kiri take their seats on either side of you and proceed to set up shop. Once the plates are passed out and the green iced tea is poured from the thermos, you dig into your lunch. You take a bite out of the kara-age first and your eyes widen as multiple flavors explode on your tongue. “Mmm!” you moan as you chew. “Oh, my God, this is amazing!”

Kiri laughs as he takes a bite out of his rice ball. “Thank Katsuki. He cooked most of the food.” Bakugou blushes but tries to hide by turning his face as he sips his tea. You look around at your surroundings fit for a painting. “How did you even find this place?”

“During a hiking trip last summer,” Kiri explains, a bit of rice on the corner of his lips. You wanna lick it off. “We got lost and just wound up finding this hidden gem.” He peers up at the trees above, the sun like a halo above the leaves. The golden rays illuminate his handsome face, making him appear almost angelic to you.

You feel a hand on your knee and you’re pulled out of your transfixed state to see Bakugou’s eyes on you. “This place is special to us,” he gruffly says. “And so are you.” His rough hand strokes your skin, his pinkie finger inching under the hem of your skirt.

Your body temperature grows, and the sun isn’t responsible. You can feel your pussy tightening at the soft touch of your boyfriend’s hand, almost wishing he’d move his hand up to your thigh under your skirt. ‘Stop,’ you scold yourself. Quickly, you move your leg from Bakugou’s touch, but act like it’s only because you’re shifting positions to get comfortable.

Luckily, he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy digging a strawberry out of the bowl of fruit to notice. He turns to you, the red fruit between his fingers. “Want one?” he asks. You nod, going to pluck yourself a strawberry or even a cantaloupe cube. However, he firmly lowers your hand, covering it with his own. His eyes are stern. “Uh-uh, hands down. I said I wanted to feed you.” Before you can answer, he takes advantage of your parted lips and slowly inserts the strawberry between them.

Your mouth opens wider on instinct, allowing his two digits to slip in between to put the small, red berry on your tongue. As your lips close around it, they also close around Bakugou’s fingers. He hums in satisfaction as his fingers slowly exit your mouth, his eyes staring into your eyes every single tortuous moment.

You’re not sure if Kiri notices and you can’t bring yourself to check. Your eyes are too transfixed on the heat in Bakugou’s gaze as he pops another strawberry in his mouth, some of the red juice dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Your ears and tail twitch at the sight, begging and pleading to be touched and stroked. Your heart is pounding so fast and loud in your ears that you’re afraid Kiri and Bakugou hear it too. Not to mention your pussy. The poor girl is gushing, soiling your panties as you do your best to conceal the feeling by squeezing your legs together.

‘Just breathe,’ you think, attempting to do abdomen breathing. ‘Just fuckin’ breathe. You’re fine. You’ve got this. You–’

“Hey, you alright?” Kiri’s deep voice laced with concern snaps you out of your self-soothing state. You turn to him and see the worry in his softened eyes. “Yeah!” you squeak a little too forcefully. You clear your throat and try again, acting like you’re not horny as fuck. “Yeah, why?”

“You seem kinda jumpy.” Kiri quirks a reassuring smile at you as he takes a bit of kara-age. “I promise an axe-wielding maniac isn’t gonna interrupt us. And if they do, you’ve got us for protection.” He curls his arm at you, winking. You manage to laugh, but at this point, you’d welcome an axe-wielding maniac to avoid creaming all over yourself and embarrassing yourself to your boyfriends. How the hell are you going to survive the rest of this lunch if they’re this sexy?

Kiri must notice you internally battling with yourself because he puts his hand on yours. The small, innocent touch is enough to make you yelp, your tail twitching even more. “You sure you’re good?” he asks, squinting at you. “Sweetheart, you know you can tell us anything, right? We wanna make you happy.”

Bakugou hums in agreement from the other side of you, scooting closer to put a hand on your lower back.‘Oh, God,’you think to yourself, begging for release from this sweet torture. What would really make you happy is them taking you right here, right now on this blanket: one of their faces between your thighs, their fingers plunged in your pussy, while the other is behind you tweaking at your nipples or even sliding their cock in your mouth.

You quickly grasp onto the first explanation you can think of. “Guess I’m thinking about everything I’ll have to do when I get back to work,” you sigh apologetically. “I’m afraid I can’t turn off my worker switch.”

Bakugou scoots closer, laying a hand on your thigh. “We can help with that,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. It reacts immediately, twitching against the elastic band holding it down “Let her eat first, Katsuki, jeez!” Kiri scoffs, rolling his eyes. “And you call me a pervert.”

Bakugou tells him he is, indeed, a pervert, but leaves you alone for a while to eat (and avoid whipping his dick out yourself). The rest of lunch is luckily a breeze, nothing but jokes, stories, and sharing the dango Bakugou packed. When all the food is nearly gone, you sit back and sigh, your stomach full and head foggy.

You smile in gratitude at your boyfriends. “That was amazing,” you yawn, earning a laugh from Kiri. “Thank you.” You’re now in need of a nap, but there’s no way you can sleep with your body going through such turmoil.

“Of course,” Kiri hums, happy that you’re happy. Bakugou finishes cleaning up and sets the basket aside before fixing you with a rather intense stare. “So about this ear thing…”

You blanch, the happy, content feeling you felt from the food dying. Of course, he’d bring this shit up. “Do you like gettin’ your ears tugged or touched on?” he asks, raising an interested eyebrow. You turn to Kiri for help, but even he looks intrigued, lying on his side as he stares up at you.

“Um...” Nervous butterflies flutter around in your stomach. You’ve never talked about this with them before, except for some stories of strangers tugging on your ears which indirectly let them know to steer clear of them and your tail. They’re the most sensitive parts of your body. “W-Well, only with people I really trust,” you struggle to answer. “Like y’all two, for example.”

’Fuck!’ you think. That was the wrong answer. “Huh,” Kiri says, sounding surprised. “I was sure you didn’t like that because of the kind of shit you put up with from strangers.”

“That’s only with unsolicited and non-consensual contact,” you explain. “But with you two...” You wriggle around under their hot gazes and the sun’s rays, feeling like you’re in an oven. “I’d definitely consent...i-if you want to!”

What the fuck are you doing? You know if they even so much as graze your ears or tail, which are already hyper-aroused, it’s over for you. There’s no way you wouldn’t want them to fuck you right on this blanket. ’It’s only one touch,’ you think, criticizing the logical part of you. ‘What’s the harm in that? Plus, you’ve been dating them for five months. It’s not like you’re letting them finger you.’ ...Though you want them to.

Bakugou looks like he just won the lottery. “Shit, are you kidding?” he scoffs. “I’ve been wanting to touch on these cute lil’ things for months now.” The way he eyes your ears makes you flush. Kiri sits up straighter, his eyes trained on your ears as well. “Me too,” he agrees softly, “but let us know if you want us to stop or slow down. I know this is something we’ve never done before.”

You nod and keep your hands firmly in your lap as their hands move toward your ears. They’re slow and careful, giving you time to react if you want. When you don’t, they take that as a yes to keep going. When their fingers make contact with the tips of your ears, the little spark of pleasure that explodes in your body is instant.

Your lips part to gasp softly as they begin to slowly stroke your ears from tip to base and back again. They are careful and gentle, stroking the soft fur in time with each other. You stay relaxed, not wanting to scare them, but damn, does it feel good! And it feels so, so wrong to feel this good. The sweet nothings they whisper to you don’t make your situation any better: “Wow, babe,” Kiri coos in wonder. “They’re so soft...so pretty...”

Bakugou grunts in agreement. “It’s a shame you keep ‘em tied back like this. Pretty lil’ things are so restricted.” He gently kneads the tip of your ear between his forefinger and thumb before tugging on it gently. The tiny ministration makes your clit jump and your core feel warm. You’re gonna squirt right now if you don’t stop this.

“O-Okay, guys,” you squeak. “I think we should–” You feel your ears aggressively twitch, causing Kiri to gasp. “They’re twitching!” he announces. “Maybe we should take ‘em out of this elastic band, you think?”

“Wait, Kiri, don’t!” you shout in a warning, but it’s too late. He’s already moving to unwind the band from the base of your ears, releasing them. Your ears stand up on top of your head, excited and aroused. The fur there is fluffy and frazzled as if charged by electricity, desperate for more stimulation. Your tail does the same–it is fluffier than usual and twitching annoyingly, wanting the same treatment.

You’re practically dying from embarrassment, feeling your boyfriends’ eyes on you. “Uh...does that usually happen with your ears?” Kiri carefully asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen them like this.”

“No,” you groan, wanting to crawl into a hole and die. “And your tail is fluffier than usual,” Bakugou adds, plucking the cotton tail connected to the top of your ass. You whimper at the contact and he notices. “What gives?” he asks with a confused scowl.

Now there’s no choice but to tell them. You heave a defeated sigh, turning around to face them both. “I have to talk to you guys about something, and please don’t laugh because this is so embarrassing for me.”

They say nothing and you take that as green to go. Imagining Mina and Jirou hyping you up, you look your boyfriends in the face. “Y’all know anything about spring cycles?” you ask.

The way your boyfriends are looking at you, you’d think you asked if they knew the name of every star in the solar system. They stare at each other, sharing the same look of pure confusion. “Uh...” Kiri trails off, sounding lost. “No clue.”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Bakugou scoffs, scowling at you. “The fuck is a spring cycle?” You sigh, realizing that now you’d have to explain it.

“It’s...well...” Your shoulders slump as your mind goes blank, not sure how to start this. “Fuck, this is gonna be harder than I thought.” How are you supposed to tell them about this without looking like a dick-sick freak? You’d look exactly like what people think bunny girls are (according to you and your experiences).

Kiri scoots closer to you and puts a comforting hand on your back. “Take your time, babe,” he says encouragingly. “We won’t rush you or judge you. You know we’re great listeners.”

Yes, they absolutely are. Through all of these five months of getting to know each other, whether you’re talking about your favorite foods or the daily struggles and troubles of being a bunny girl, they listened to you intently, all eyes on you. And they’ve never, ever judged you. You inhale deeply through your nose, attempting to calm yourself. You can do this. You have to.

“Okay,” you exhale, more to yourself than to them. “I don’t know if y’all learned this in school, but some mammals go into these cycles during the spring that leads to mating...since the springtime is mating season and…”

You trail off, realizing you are rambling and the guys are becoming even more confused. You bite your bottom lip as the butterflies in your stomach continue to flutter about. But you won’t let them stop you. “As an animal hybrid,” you continue, “I go into these cycles every spring too. Usually, they begin on the first day of spring, but mine is a bit early. It’s kinda like when a woman goes through menstruation every month, but I don’t bleed or have any cramps during this cycle. However, I do have mood swings and my body can become overly sensitive.”

You stop, dropping your head to stare down at your hands. “I ovulate more too,” you mumble.

You wait for either one of your boyfriends to reply, but after a beat of silence, you realize they’re too quiet. You look up at them, finding them wearing the same confused stares they were minutes before.

“You’re losin’ me,” Bakugou says, looking increasingly pissed. You groan in frustration, running a hand down your face. “Fuck!” you snap. “I’m in heat, okay? I’m going through a heat cycle!”

The guys are once again silent, but it’s a different type of silence now that the truth is in the air. “Wait,” Kiri says, slowly processing your words. “People with animal quirks go through that too? Wait, does that mean Rumi and Hawks go through the same shit?”

“And any other pro hero or regular person with an animal quirk?” Bakugou asks curiously

“Technically, yes,” you reply, “but it doesn’t affect every person with an animal-type quirk the same way. We all go through heat differently, but they all start at the same time. For me, my body temperature and heart rate increase, I get short of breath, and certain parts of my body become very sensitive very quickly.”

“Like your ears and tail,” Kiri adds, the wheels in his head finally turning. You slowly nod, and as if validating this, your tail gives a little twitch. The handsome redhead sits back on his haunches, this new information processing all over his face.

Bakugou looks almost amused, with a bit of disbelief thrown in the mix. “So the reason you’ve been actin’ so weird is because you’re horny?” he scoffs, trying not to laugh. You manage to crack a smile, glad this is going so smoothly. They’re not mad. They’re not disgusted.

“Extremely, unbelievably horny,” you answer honestly. “It doesn’t help that I’m so attracted to both of you.” The two smile happily at this. “Any time you touch or even look at me, I’m ready to...” You flush, your words falling short.

“Fuck us?” Bakugou finishes, raising his pierced eyebrow. You wordlessly nod, avoiding eye contact. “Well, that explains a lot,” Kiri comments, moving to hold your hand in his. His gaze is soft and adoring. “Baby, why didn’t you just talk to us about this? If it’s bothering you, we wanna help you.”

Under his loving touch and eyes, and Bakugou’s intense stare, you feel extremely stupid. “Because,” you reply, shame filling you, “you’ve been so good to me since we’ve been together. And I know we talked about taking it slow. Plus, I didn’t want you to think of me as anything other than what I’ve shown you I can be.”

“What do you mean?” Kiri asks softly. The compassion and kindness oozing from his crimson eyes makes you want to cry even more. You’ve never felt such tenderness.

“Bunny girls get a bad rep to begin with,” you explain. “We’re looked at as hyper, needy, cum-hungry people who need to fuck or we’ll die. That’s why all of my relationships have always crashed and burned because the dudes I was seeing didn’t see me as anything other than that.” You take Kiri and Bakugou’s hands into yours, looking into their eyes. “I-I wanted it to be different with us.”

You watch with anxiety twirling in your gut as your confession processes across their faces. Kiri looks wounded, the hurt in his eyes for you palpable. “Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt that badly about it.”

But Bakugou is less than gentle in his approach. “You’re fuckin’stupid, you know that?” he growls, an irked expression on his pretty face. “We don’t think of you as that at all! The fact you’d even assume that pisses me off.”

You flush with shame under his scrutiny. “Wait a minute, Katsuki,” Kiri cuts in, trying to be the peacemaker, but Bakugou is too pissed to listen. He pins you to your spot with his heated, laser-like stare. “If we saw you as a slut, we wouldn’t have been pursuing you all that time before we told you how we felt. We wouldn’t have made friends with you to get to know you first. We would’ve fucked you from the jump, but we didn’t ‘cause we wanted more too, dumbass.”

Though his words still make you feel dumb, you also feel a burst of confidence knowing such sexy guys pined for you the way you did for them too. “Katsuki’s right, babe,” Kiri says, grinning supportively at you. “We’ve always wanted to show you the utmost care and respect; that includes handling this. If it’s bothering you, let us fix it.”

You scowl in confusion. Fix it? “How long does this shit usually last?” Bakugou asks. You stare between the both of them, still confused. “Well, it’s worse during the first week of spring since it’s the first phase, but over time as the season goes on, it starts to fade. When summer hits, it’s done.”

“So what happens if you don’t relieve yourself?” Kiri asks, looking scared to ask. You’re embarrassed to answer. You shift on the blanket, clearing your throat. “I’m uncomfortably horny. Usually, relieving myself works, but as I’ve gotten older, my urges have gotten more intense. That’s why I tended to go for hookups until I met y’all two.”

“I guessin’ those hookups only did so much for you,” Kiri chuckles. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve got somethin’ not just for one night here, baby.” He sits up on his knees as does Bakugou, so they’re both towering over you. The devious looks in their eyes are all you need to realize what the fuck is transpiring.

“So how can we help?” Kiri purrs.

#kiribaku x black reader #kiribaku x reader #kiri the shark boi #suki baby #poly kiribaku #poly smut #my fic shit #my works #smutty smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writer

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luckypoppymilliemama · 1 year

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I am seriously so saddened to realize people have used my name and my cat to steal money from some of you. This is crazy, never, ever did I think that my Poppy would be used negatively.

Let’s give a little rundown of who we are. I’m Michelle, a 30-something year old married mama to 3 skin kittens, and 3 fuzzy kittens. One of my skin kittens is an adult, the other two are rapidly approaching attempting to leave the nest. I am disabled, physically and mentally which leads to emotionally, too. My fuzzy kittens help a lot with that.

2 summers ago, a friend texted me asking if I wanted a kitten. Of course I did. Then I found out she was a feral kitten that her mama had left behind because her one back leg was missing a foot, so she couldn’t climb and jump like the rest of the kittens were, and she was getting too heavy to carry in her mouth. That kitten now only have 3 legs, and is my Lucky baby.

Come early February of the next year, I saw on a friend’s aunts rescue site two of the most gorgeous little calico kittens I had ever seen. I claimed them before Valentine’s Day, even though I wouldn’t be able to get them until after Mother’s Day since they were slow to grow. They were attached at the hip, there was no way I could get one and not the other. Those were my Poppy girl and Millie moon.

That’s how I ended up with my fuzzy kittens. They are the best fuzzy kittens I have ever met. All 3 of them have a different job in calming me and my middle daughter down while in emotional crisis. Poppy is and has always been that calming rumble that you try to concentrate on instead of everything else that is happening. And it works more than anyone would believe.

Poppy is sick. My go fund me has all the explanations and updates you could ever need; I even have to add the email with the vet when she gets a chance to email back to me. I have endless pictures and videos to show she is my little love.

Please, if you can, share this post anywhere and everywhere, across all forms of social media. My follower numbers are so low, I’m surprised it’s not a negative number. I know a bunch of you got scammed, and I’m sorry. I really am. If I could make it better, I would.

Myself, I’ve even cut back some of my less essential but still needed medications so I have the money to get Poppy the treatment she deserves. I just need my baby girl to be better. It’s time sensitive because we honestly don’t know how much time she has left with her red blood cell count being in the low 10s percent wise (I think it was 13-14% last time, and it should be above 35). I am extremely transparent in what I show you all because if you are helping pay for it, I figure you have a right to see where the care is going and what it’s being used for.

We are trying to get the maximum amount of funding so we can get all the testing done because the liver and spleen are just as important as the bone marrow biopsy, but we will not look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever we get it, it’s another cent that we didn’t have to scrounge around to find, another minute off the ever clicking clock.

Best ways to donate: to the hospital itself:

Philadelphia Animal Specialty and Emergency

Dial 267-727-3738, press 2, ask to place a credit on Poppy Riggs account, #FE22554C. All of this info is able to be found on the images in the gofundme.

The Gofundme. It is the *only* go fund me I have up. Anything else is a scam.

These account below are the only official ways to donate outside of the gofundme.

My email is listed below, and I am willing to answer any and all questions via email or on here, your choice.

Thank you so much for helping. It means everything to us.

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rbbrbikerthorp · 2 years

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“Mate, Can You Lend Me a Hand?”

My company had recently relocated to a new office development. Although much of the building work on the complex was complete, the two remaining buildings were still under construction. I’d often look out of my third floor office window and stare at the work crews. They would be decked out in their dirty yellow or orange hi-viz work gear, battered boots or wellies. I’d gawp down at them, their arms enveloped in tattoos, their shaved heads and most, at sometime or other, with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. I’d long had this internal conflict; on one hand I’d be glad that I was a married office worker living in ‘suburban bliss’. but on the other hand there was this burning desire to be a workie, getting my hands dirty, collaborating with my co-workers (however they needed support).

I liked to leave the house first thing in the morning, saying goodbye to my wife and giving an estimate of what time I’d be home. Once I’d parked my car it was a ten minute walk across the concourse to my office. I was usually there at such an early hour that I would rarely encounter anyone else. Generally I would also be too early to see anyone working at the new buildings. However, this morning was different.

“Oi mate, can you give us a hand?” Was he talking to me? There was no one else on the path, so I looked around to see one of the workmen on the ground calling at me from the other side of the safety fence. He was kitted out in a full workers hi-viz uniform, work boots, maybe wellies, it was hard to tell. He wore a yellow hard hat and black gloves that looked like they were made of rubber. I remember thinking just how amazing he looked in his protective gear.

I didn’t know what to do. He appeared to be in trouble, but I worked at a desk, what could I do? I looked around me but there wasn’t anyone else in sight. Instinctively I dropped my bag and looked for a way to get through the site safety fence to help this poor fella who was struggling on the ground. I managed to find a gap in the fence and forced my way through.

“Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?”

“Thanks mate, I thought I could do this on my own but as you can see I’m not having much luck. See this? I just need someone to control the flow, which you do using that value there.”

“Really? Look surely you’re better waiting for one of your workmates to help. I work in an office over there” (pointing upwards and to my right).

“Nah, you can do it, but I’ll need to get you something to wear so you don’t get as filthy as me. C’mon! I’m Dave by the way.”

“James, it’s good to meet you.

I followed this hi-viz stranger. We quickly arrived at one of those portable buildings they have on building sites.

“Right in here.”

“In there? Really?” I questioned.

“Yes, come on. We need to be quick. Let’s get you kitted out, we’ll get the job done and you can go about your business...”

Dave looked desperate. I knew he was in some sort of trouble, so the inner good samaritan stepped up to the plate. I reluctantly climbed up the stairs and into building. As I walked through the door a strong smell hit me straight away. It not only made my head spin and but bizarrely my cock began to jump to attention. Something I’m pretty sure Dave took note of. The air in the room must’ve been a stale mix of cigarette smoke, B.O, foot odour and even possibly urine from the toilets. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible and get some fresh air in my lungs.

I saw Dave light up a cigarette, he offered one to me.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke. I didn’t think you were allowed to smoke inside buildings.” I asked

“The gaffer turns a blind eye. He’s happy to let things like that go so long as the job gets done. Sure you won’t have one?”

I shook my head from side to side.

“Maybe later then?” Dave took a long drag and exhaled a plume of smoke into the room. No wonder everything stank of smoke.

On a bench was a pile of work gear: Orange and yellow hi-viz overalls and boiler suits, tops that were similar to the polo shirt I’d wear on weekends, trousers and a couple of pairs of boots.

Dave grabbed some items, “here take these.”

“What you want me to wear that mucky gear?”

“You will if don’t want to ruin your expensive suit.”

“Well...”

“I’ll make it up to you, but just get a move on. Take your socks and underwear off too.”

“Are you serious?”

“Those socks are no good for boots.. I’ve got no underwear but you can go commando. You’ve got showers in your office building so you can always use one later. Now put these on.”

Dave handed me a pair of ’not that dirty, but not that clean’ socks. I put them to one side while I slipped out of my jacket, removed shirt off and dropped my trousers.

“Here, give me those and I’ll put them in my locker,” with that he disappeared around a corner taking my shirt, jacket and trousers. I remember wondering why I’d not heard a locker door slam shut.

I’d just finished putting on my workie gear when he came back. He went over to a rack and selected a hard hat for me.

“Dave, my bag. I left my bag by the fence. I need to get it. I need it it’s got“

He interrupted me, “you’ll need to put on one of these,” and he placed it on my head

"My b...” all of a sudden I stopped. i couldn’t form any words. I remember Dave looking at me, saying one word. “Perfect. Now let’s go follow me Jimmy.”

I was about to say something about my name but felt compelled to follow Dave. As I was about to walk out of the building, but I couldn’t help but take a quick glance in a mirror. I saw Dave turn around, he was definitely smirking. I sensed an arousal in my groin too.

“Yeah,” Dave continued, “you’ll be a good builder’s labourer. Follow me.”

The smell of the workie gear I’d been given was infiltrating your nose - some combination of cigs, B.O., piss and something else. Strangely, I also remember being continually aroused by the stink. I’m not sure whether it was just the awful smell or something else. But since I’d put the hard hat on my mind felt a bit hazy. I couldn’t quite work out what I was doing and why I was here.

“C’mon Jimmy, we need to get this done in the next 15 minutes, or it won’t be ready when the concrete arrives.”

As I walked, I realised my cock was now rubbing against the trousers. Even outside, I kept inhaling the strange musk from the clothes - that mix of sweat, B.O., Piss and was there also the smell of cum? We quickly reached the spot where I’d first found Dave. Just for a moment I thought there was something I needed to look for. Dave noticed me looking around and quickly walked over to me. He lit up a cigarette, inhaled and blew the smoke in my face. As I was coughing and spluttering, I felt him rub my cock through my hi-viz trousers.

“Yeah that’ll do nicely my lad” he said, inhaling and once gain blowing the smoke in my direction. “Sure you don’t fancy a cig, I’ve got plenty?”

Anyway, even with my hazy mind I shook my head as if to say no. In no time at all, together Dave and I had finished what he couldn’t do alone. A good job too, because just then we heard the ‘beeps’ from reversing of the concrete truck. A guy I’d not seen before who was talking on a phone joined; he looked like he was in charge or something like that. I was having trouble thinking straight.

“Ah Dave, Is this the new one we talked about. How’s he getting on?”

“Hey Paul, yeah this is Jimmy. He’s a bit slow,” replied Dave, “but once everything is processed, I think I’ve got a keeper. Jimmy this is Paul our Foreman.”

I was pretty sure Dave was giving me the sort of smile you give someone you fancy. Paul interrupted my thoughts.

“Good,” turning to me, he tapped me several times on the shoulder, “welcome to the team.” He moved in closer to Dave, and said something I couldn’t hear. I’m sure I heard Dave say something about a bag or case to which Paul pointed to a large skip covered in rubble. Paul turned back to me and smiled. “Right, Dave will sort out your processing Jimmy and you’ll get your assignment.”

Just then Dave nudged me, “Right, let’s get you changed, come on.”

With that we walked back to where the portable cabins we sited. This time instead of going in the one where my clothes were, we went into an adjoining one.

“My clothes are in the other one.”

“Yeah, but the sinks and showers are in this one. I thought you might want to get cleaned up before you put your fancy suit back on.”

I didn’t question Dave, he knew what to do, so I followed him through the door. The room was already quite smokey. There was another guy in the cabin, who looked like he was getting undressed.

“Hi Tom”

“Dave. Who’s this?

“James, but he’s going to be Jimmy, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about? I just want to get back into my clothes and get on with my day.” I was becoming annoyed.

“Nah, that’s not going to happen Jimmy.” Dave nodded towards Tom, “I think I might need some help.”

“No problem Dave.”

Tom walked over to me, with his nose ring, he looked quite intimidating. “You know Jimmy I was like you once. Working 70-80 hours a week, freaking out about spreadsheets, worrying about numbers. Then I went through the process and life became much simpler. Got a job on the site here and now have the best life ever. A wonderful boyfriend, and so will you too.”

I started struggling, “Nooooo, I’m married.”

Just then Dave returned carrying what looked like a pair of headphones, “hold him steady Tom.”

“He’s not going anywhere Dave”, Tom responded.

“Right,” Dave said, “See these? These are specially adapted ear defenders that will complete your processing.”

The fact that my head had been hazy all the time I’d been wearing the workie gear meant I didn’t have much fight in me anyway. But I wasn’t giving up that easily. I clenched my fists - I don’t know what for because I’d never punched anyone in my life. I tried pulling away from Tom. But, in that instant Dave pressed a red button, he stepped forward and dropped the ear defenders over my skull. At which point Tom let go of me.

Dave and Tom watched as my struggles almost immediately diminished and I felt my jaw become slack, and my fists unclenched. I could hear something playing in the headphones. By now my arms felt limp, and my body was relaxed.

Dave noticed the change, “that’s much better, isn’t it Jimmy?” Dave pushed me down onto a bench, "Much better to just relax and listen to the voice. Just listen to the voice and we’ll be back."

The voice started whispering to me, “It feels good to be a labourer, it feels good to work with your hands, you like to wear your hi-viz uniform, it feels good to be a builder, forget your old life, to let go of all that responsibility, it feels good to be a tradesman. Say goodbye to all the stress, no more reports, no more documents, the company will look after you, you’re one of the team, you love being one of the team. You’re gay, you have no interest in women, only men interest you now. You know why? Because you’re a good workie. They help one another out, only men know how to relieve other men, You love being one of the team, you love to follow orders, you love the smell of hard work, you love the smell of real men, you love your uniform, you will obey all commands. Over an over it repeated, but as time went on new sentences appeared. “...you like to wear your hi-viz uniform, forget your old life, to let go of all that responsibility, you’re a gay man, Dave is your partner, you love Dave, Dave makes you happy, Dave will teach you how to satisfy other men. Your old life is over, you’re no longer interested in women, you’re only interested in hard men. Your head will be shaved. company regulations require shaved heads on all workies. Over and over the words kept coming at me.

I don’t know how long I was in that room, but day had turned to night because I was suddenly aware of the lights going on. I felt the headphones, which I learnt are ear defenders being removed. I remained seated.

There was a voice, “What are you?”

“I’m a good workie,” I replied looking up at my boyfriend Dave.

“Who will look after you Jimmy lad?”

“The company will”, I replied.

“Do you like women?”

“No”, I responded sternly.

“Who makes you happy?”

“You do, I’m gay.” I replied looking upwards longingly.

Dave smiled, he knew the processing was successful. “Right, the first thing you need to do now is send two text messages. One to your boss to say you’ve quit with immediate effect to take a better more rewarding job.”

“Yes, sure. Who’s the other one for?”

“The other one needs to be sent to Kate to say you’re leaving her and she can have the house and everything else. Tell her you’ve realised you’re gay, you’re moving on and there’s no point her contacting you.”

Dave handed me my phone and I did as instructed. I looked up at him and said, “Done.”

“Give the phone back to me.”

I passed it to him and watched him pick up a hammer and smash it into pieces.

"No going back. Now, let’s get your head shaved, you can’t be a good workie with that rats nest on your head.” With that he took my hand and led me over to a chair. There were some clippers already placed on a table.

Dave made quick work of my hair. Very soon I had a zero crop.

“There, done!” Dave rubbed my head, and was seemingly pleased with the outcome. Right stand up, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you.” And with that Dave leaned in and started snogging me.

I opened my mouth to reciprocate and could taste his smokey breath. He reached down and felt my growing erection. I just moaned into the ongoing assault on my mouth.

Dave pulled away, “you like that Jimmy boi?”

I could only nod in response.

“Yeah, gonna get you smoking too. Every workie smokes like a trooper, and you’ll be no different.” He got out his cigarette packet and took two out giving me one and taking one for himself. He held a lighter to mine as I inhaled. I coughed a bit, but I actually enjoyed smoking my first cigarette.

“You enjoyed that?” Dave asked. I just nodded in affirmation. “We’ll pay a visit to the tattooists this weekend because I wanna get your full-sleeve tattoos started. If you like you can also get some metal, maybe a septum ring like Tom has.”

We came together again in a passionate embrace.

Again Dave pulled away. “Right let’s get you home. I wanna take this up to the bedroom.”

That night Dave spent many, many hours finalising my processing in every way imaginable. I recall falling asleep in his arms dreaming about workies, tattoos, being fucked, getting pierced, boots, real men with shaved heads.

In just a few hours I’d gone from married office worker to doing a proper job as a gay workie with a wonderful boyfriend and I couldn’t be happier.

If you see two chain-smoking workies with tatts on their arms, rings in their ears and nose, full hi-viz clobber it might be Dave and me. Come over and say “hi”. You never know the gaffer might have an opening for you.

#workie #hi-vis #hi-viz #boots #wellies #hard hat

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quicktosimp · 3 months

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Vrrtep Hì’i

A/N: Hello again, everyone, and welcome to the last day of Survive the Night! This was so much fun to write, and thank you for joining me in this event; I will still be reading everyone's fics; some of the tags aren't working, so I'll keep looking manually. I can't wait to see you all again. 💖

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder, Manipulation, Somnophilia, DubCon/Non/Con, Masturbation, Alien Genitalia, Fingering, Scent Kink

Vrrtep such small, unsightly creatures. Tsu’tey can’t help but sneer every time he sees one. Not that they see him, far too good of a warrior to be spotted, he stayed in the trees and foliage, watching the vrrtep muck about, waiting for it to come along.

And there she was, wearing those disgusting clothes the vrrtep like to wear, harsh and misshapen looking on their odd bodies. Disgraceful, every last one of them. But her? She’s just as ugly as the rest of them, but her lips when she smiles… Tsu’ey’s heart flutters. The sounds of vrrtep talking make him want to rip out their tongues, yet her voice is so perfect, Tsu’ey’s ears strained for more.

Tsu’tey’s green eyes followed her every move, how her useless little legs stumbled over the ground. How he wished he could break those useless legs, stop them from mindlessly crushing the plants underneath her feet, forcing her to rely on him at all times. Tsu’tey licked his lips at the thought; his vrrtep hì’i stuck helpless on the ground, her eyes filled with tears as she begged him for the most basic things. Maybe she could earn back those privileges once she shows she can behave for a while.

A yelp of pain brought Tsu’tey out of his musings. His eyes bore into a site that was designed by Eywa to piss him off. Hi vrrtep hì’i sprawled across the ground, one of the other nameless vrrtep standing over her laughing. Growling lowly, Tsu’tey made his way over; using the trees to stay hidden, he crept over to hear what was being said.

“Damn it, I know you're useless at everything else, but can't you at least walk properly?” The faceless vrrtep chuckled.

Tsu’tey held back a snarl, which became even more difficult for him when (Y/N) rubbed her arm, a red spot already forming.

(Y/N) just looked down at the ground; it didn’t matter who saw; no one cared that she had been pushed over. Ever since the rumors had started, she became the bottom of the chain, the brunt of everyone's jokes and ire. (Y/N) rubbed her arm. He had pushed her quite hard, twisting her ankle in the process, so she sat there on the ground, hoping that he’d leave her alone.

The scientist didn’t take her silence kindly, his face twisting, “What? Think you’re so much better than us that you can’t even spare us some words?” He spat, sneering down at (Y/N).

She curled into herself, trying to erase herself from the scientist's view, wanting to be far away from here, somewhere she could be safe.

The scientist’s eyes widened, like seeing the whites on a bull, “Fucking bitch!” He snapped, his foot landing squarely on (Y/N)’s jaw, sending her back down to the ground, blood spilling from her lips.

Tsu’tey stood suddenly, a growl on his lips, “What is this?”

The scientist backed away from (Y/N); it was well known that Tsu’tey hated all humans, vrrtep, and wouldn’t tolerate any disobedience from them.

Slowly (Y/N) sat up again; her lip was split, red dribbling down her chin and onto her tan shirt, a long sleeve odd for the warm weather.

Tsu’tey pushed down the feeling of disappointment; the shirt dulled the color of her blood. His disappointment was replaced by rage; it burned inside him as he looked at (Y/N). A deep red mark was forming on the side of her face, soon turning into a dark blue. A bruise, how dare (Y/N) wear a mark left by someone else?

“I do not have time for your petty squabbles,” Tsu’tey sneered at them, “Either get back to work or get out of my way!”

“Sorry, Tsu’tey,” With that, the scientist bolted away; it was common knowledge not to piss off Tsu’tey.

(Y/N) slowly rose to her feet, the world spinning around her, “Ssssorry, Tssu’tey,” She slurred, attempting to put one foot in front of the other.

Tsu’tey’s ears flickered back, his rage dimming a little, becoming genuinely worried about his vrrtep hì’i, “Are you well enough to continue your duties today?” He asked gruffly.

(Y/N) looked up at him, and Tsu’tey noticed something off with her eyes, “Yess, ir, I’ll-I’ll be fine,” she managed to say, trying to take a step.

Tsu’tey watched her and noticed her slipping; Tsu’tey caught her as she nearly fell over, his hand wrapping around her waist before pulling her tiny body to his. Her head barely even came up to his hip.

“Must you always be so careless?” Tsu’tey attempted to growl, only for it to sound like a disappointed sigh.

“Wha- mean s’tey?” She didn’t move her head from where it rested on him.

Tsu’tey looked around carefully, straining his ears for any sort of movement because this was it—the perfect moment. Using Jake Tsu’tey started rumors about (Y/N), slowly making everyone in the vrrtep camp hate or distrust her, leaving only himself. Only Tsu’tey for her to lean on, to hear her, to see her. In all his years, this is what stretched his patience the most. Initially, the plan was for Neytiri and Tsu’tey to find someone from the tribe to become theirs, but then that oaf came along. Tsu’tey couldn’t see what Neytiri saw in the vrrtep wearing a Na’vi body, but Suli was hers, no questions asked. When Mo’at and Eytukan ordered Neytiri to train the vrrtep, it was a dream come true, but she had to be careful; one wrong move would give her away. So the plan shifted a little; Tsu’tey took on the brunt of the work, separating the rest of the students, secluding Jake from the tribe, forcing Jake to rely on Neytiri. A little teasing here and a sarcastic remark there, and soon Jake was utterly dependent on her, following her like a prrnen follows their Sa’nok.

Tsu’tey and Neytiri played their parts perfectly when she snuck off with Jake, mating before Eywa, never once telling Jake what it really meant.

After the fall of Kelutral, that’s when Tsu’tey met her, a tiny little vrrtep, something he should have crushed under his heel. But she was so fucking perfect and his.

Neytiri noticed Tsu’tey’s attachment to the vrrtep; despite his absolute rejection of the idea, he couldn’t stop watching her. Until finally, he gave in; a vrrtep hì’i would love a gift of food, so Tsu’tey hunted, finding a large palulukan, easily bringing it down. That was when Tsu’tey remembered vrrtep are such useless creatures. Even Suli still failed at skinning his kill, so Tsu’tey skinned it and hung it in front of the small shack she lives in. Thankfully, Suli knew her name when he had asked the day prior, so using the leftover blood, Tsu’tey spelled out her name, so all the vrrtep knew it was for her.

He waited in the trees, wanting to see her reaction to being chosen by one of the people, how she’d be ecstatic and run to his arms. His heart raced when she opened the door. She passed as tears pricked at her eyes; Tsu’tey was ecstatic! Jake had talked about how vrrtep would cry tears of joy. Then she covered her mouth; she was so excited that she could barely breathe! Then, an ear-splitting scream rang through the air. Shrill, waking everyone in the vicinity. The other vrrtep rushed to her location, much to Tsu’tey’s ire. Several of the vrrtep gasped and looked around as if trying to find him, but their weak eyes would find nothing. Tsu’tey snarled; how dare that vrrtep hì’i reject this gift in such a way. The palulukan died for no reason! A waste of one of Eywa’s children!

But that wasn’t the worst of it! Some vrrtep wrapped his arms around her! He pulled her close and rubbed her back, and she let him! How dare that vrrtep hì’i let another man touch her! She was chosen by a Na’vi, yet she turned her back to receive the arms of another vrrtep! She would have to pay for that; yes, she would scream for her crimes, but the other vrrtep would be dealt with sooner.

Tsu’tey arrived late for the evening communal meal; Jake was sitting next to Neytiri, rubbing her pregnant belly; he was obsessed with it.

“Did you hear?” Jake asked the moment Tsu’tey sat down.

Tsu’tey fought not to roll his eyes, “I have heard many things. You will need to be more specific.”

Jake sat forward, looking urgent, “A Na’vi threatened (Y/N)’s life today! I’ve been helping them look, but I didn’t want to be too far from Neytiri…”

Tsu’tey ears perked before demanding lowly, “What do you mean!? Who threatened her?”

Jake answered readily, used to Neytiri and Tsu’tey’s odd protectiveness, “No one knows; all we know is that a Na’vi killed a thanator, skinned it, and left it with her name on it.” Jake shivered, “I’m surprised someone from the clan would go as far as threatening to skin a human.”

Neytiri and Tsu’tey paused, looking at Jake oddly, as did several others around the fire.

“Ma’Jake,” she starts slowly addressing Jake, “For a Na’vi to gift a palulukan is a show of strength and protectiveness from a warrior; it is a courting gift.” She explains to Jake that he’s a small child.

Jake’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, “Well then, we need to find the guy who did this because right now, every human on base is freaking out, thinking a Na’vi is gonna skin (Y/N)!”

Tsu’tey’s heart dropped as he realized what had happened; no wonder his vrrtep hì’i reacted so negatively. He can forgive her for her actions based on the fear she must have felt. But that other vrrtep must be dealt with! For daring to lay a finger on his vrrtep hì’i!

So Tsu’tey waited for the night. A small group of vrrtep were out studying the flora during the night. Neytiri heard about this group after giving Jake some food filled with herbs to keep him asleep; the two ventured off Tsu’tey towards the vrretp and Neytiri towards a herd of 'angtsìk. The plan went flawlessly; using a couple of well-placed arrows, Tsu’tey chased the vrrtep until he stood in the middle of the herd. Once there, Neytiri started throwing rocks at the temperamental animals, sending them into a fury.

As far as everyone was concerned, a scientist was overzealous and wandered off on his own only to end up in an 'angtsìk heard. He only had himself to blame.

(Y/N) didn’t believe it, though. She screamed at anyone who would hear that the vrrtep wouldn’t have wandered off. Stupid vrrtep hì’i, not knowing what’s good for her, not knowing that this was for her!

However, she never learned; it made the rumors that she was mentally unstable all the more easier to spread. Soon, no one would take her seriously. Unfortunately, many took that as a chance to harm her. The vrrtep killed by the 'angtsìk was one of the many Tsu’tey took care of.

All of that finally led to this: his vrrtep hì’i in his arms and not another soul around. Her body was light compared to that of a Na’vi, making it easy for Tsu’tey to cradle her in one arm. She smelled of the fake soaps that the vrrtep used, but it won't be like that for long.

“S’tey, wha-?” (Y/N) slurred, her eyes unable to focus; she tried to move her head only for Tsu’tey’s free hand to hold her still.

“You are injured; now stop asking questions. I will handle everything,” Tsu’tey brushed off as he moved away from the vrrtep camp.

“Mk,” giving into the dizzy feeling, (Y/N) stops fighting, resting her head against his chest, slipping into unconsciousness.

Seeing his vrrtep hì’i sleeping in his arms was an enormous relief; all he had to do was get her somewhere safe. Climbing with his vrrtep hì’i was simple for him, and when he called for his ikran, he quickly mounted and took off. He flew for what seemed like hours to the small cave he had found. It was an old abandoned RDA shack, everything that could be used against him had been cleaned out long ago, but it was a place for (Y/N) to stay and have access to oxygen. But for now Tsu’tey laid her on the small nest of soft leaves and flowers, only big enough for the two of them.

Tsu’tey’s ugly little vrrtep hì’i looked so beautiful there, surrounded by the natural plants. The only thing ruining the image is the disgusting vrrtep clothing, but of course, he was already prepared.

Taking out his blade, Tsu’tey cuts the clothes off of her, letting his blade nick her to get blood on the clothing. It will be helpful when faking her death later, but for now, Tsu’tey can’t be bothered. Completely enthralled by his vrrtep hì’i, beautiful skin laid bare for him. The only thing blocking his way was the damned mask on her face. However, she unfortunately needs that, so he lets it remain as he studies her nude form.

His large hands gently caress her body, starting with her hair. He feels the texture under his fingers. Then ghosting over the mask, not wanting to feel the distasteful contraption, but her neck, ohhh, feeling her thin neck under his hand, how he could so easily wrap around it and squeeze until nothing was left. But doing so would take her away from Tsu’tey forever, something that could never happen.

(Y/N)’s breasts were next; the soft tissue was odd in his grasp, like nothing Tsu’tey had felt before. At first, he didn’t care for it, but he soon found that squeezing and kneading them pleasant as he saw how the flesh surrendered to his grasp. Even her body was surrendering to him.

Soft gasps leave (Y/N)’s lips as she lies there unconscious, her body responding to the stimulations. Tsu’tey loved the sounds, uncaring if she woke up. She's his vrrtep hì’i; she’ll learn to behave.

As Tsu’tey played with her tits, her nipples started to harden, turning into soft little peeks. He smirked, knowing that it was his touch that was causing his vrrtep hì’i to react. Tsu’tey ran his thumbs over the stiff peeks, causing (Y/N) to start whining and rubbing her legs together.

Sniffing the air, Tsu’tey could smell her arousal building, abandoning her breasts; he wrapped a hand around each of her thighs, spreading them wide. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but pause as he looked at her tiny pussy; such a vrrtep hì’i pussy had taken his breath away. It was the first one he had ever seen before, so different from the central slits that Na’vi had.

Curiously, Tsu’tey moved his finger to her folds, feeling the wetness coat his finger. Moaning, he couldn’t help himself as he slipped his finger inside her. Wet, tight walls gripped his finger as (Y/N) spread her legs wider, moaning, subconsciously wanting more.

“Such a good vrrtep hì’i,” Tsu’tey groaned as he slid his finger in and out, enjoying the show (Y/N) was giving him.

Before long, Tsu’tey removes his digit, watching as her clear slick covers his finger, still connecting to her leaking pussy. He swiftly popped his finger into his mouth, licking and sucking the digit clean. He growled lowly, already wanting more.

He takes in a sharp breath before lowering his head, inhaling her scent deeply. Her natural scent was still buried by the soap, causing a low growl from him. He was done with the vrrtep smells; vrrtep hì’i was Tsu’tey’s and his only! She will be smelling like him!

There is truly only one way to make your mate smell like you, and that is through breeding and sex. However, that is typically done when both partners are awake. But there is something that Tsu’tey can do…

Set on his idea, he slowly reaches for his slit, feeling the usually tight muscles relaxed, his cock peeking out of his slit. Gently Tsu’tey opens his slit, easing his cock out into the open air. The base is the same color as his body, steadily lightening in color until his tapered tip—the whole shaft covered in spines, used for locking inside their mate.

Tsu’tey grabbed the base of his cock, and slowly stroked it from base to tip and back down again. The spines gently moved as he continued to pleasure himself. The thoughts of her tiny little cunt flooded his mind, how it would feel wrapped around his cock as he took his vrrtep hì’i as his mate. How it would feel as his spines would attempt to intertwine with the inner tendrils of a Na’vi, only to be met with the slick walls of a vrrtep.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, picking up speed. Would she cry? The pleasure all too much as tears build in her eyes until they spilled over? Would she moan and beg like a slut, knowing her place as the mate of a Na’vi? Or would she fight? Snarling and screaming only to be grabbed hard enough to leave bruises as he bullies his cock into her pussy? Or maybe she will cry, fearful of the big strong Na’vi on top of her, never able to get away from the dick that is bigger than her forearm, knowing it would be impossible for her to take it all? Knowing that it would be useless for her to escape and that this is her life now.

Tsu’tey moaned as his cock began dripping onto her tiny body. He leaned his head forward so he could watch her helpless form. Knowing she’s entirely dependent on him for everything: blankets, clothes, food, water, pleasure, it's all up to Tsu’tey.

With a roar, Tsu’tey spills over (Y/N)’s body, covering her in his cum. He slowly strokes himself, making sure every drop is out, before leaving his cock alone, letting it hang until it is soft enough to go back inside.

Seeing his vrrtep hì’i covered in his cum caused Tsu’tey to start purring, using his free hands to rub it into her skin, leaving no amount of skin uncovered. He did this until his cum was completely absorbed into her skin.

Happy with the sight, he leaned down, smelling her deeply; Tsu’tey smiled when all he smelled was himself and a hint of (Y/N)’s arousal. Pleased with her scent, Tsu’tey took out a small tewng and nipple covering, the ones he made personally for his vrrtep hì’i. Slipping them over her body, Tsu’tey finally felt at peace.

Finally, his vrrtep hì’i is here with him, where no one will find her. Covered in his scent and wearing the clothes of the people. And that is how it will stay.

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Steve can't tell, later, how much precious time he wastes just standing there, staring dumbly at their deserted picnic site.

It's another shriek that startles him from his stupor.

“Shit,” he whispers, wobbly legs finally kicking into motion. “Shit, shit, shit, Eddie, wait!”

There's no reply. He's probably well out of earshot already.

Steve groans and takes off running in pursuit, but he hardly makes it a few yards before his brain kicks in. He may be a decent runner, but Eddie is on horseback, and he’s got a head start. There’s no way he’ll catch up with him on foot.

“Shit,” he swears again, whirling back around and dashing back into the clearing. Aura watches him approach with big brown eyes, ears flicking about nervously, like she’s wondering what’s going on. “Okay, I’m literally so sorry, I know I’m an idiot, but please work with me?”

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“Thank you,” Steve breathes, once he’s finally seated and halfway confident he won’t topple right off again. “I owe you big time. Now, let’s hurry and get ba- whoa!”

She doesn’t even wait for him to finish the sentence or grab the reins, just takes off the way Eddie went, hooves crushing twigs and dry leaves underneath as she goes. And that’s how Steve’s second horseback right passes in a blur of speed and movement, with him clinging on for dear life, praying she’ll at least notice and stop to wait for him when he falls.

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FREE Halloween Read! 'Night Duty'

If you would like a short, spooky read to get you in the mood for Halloween then here is your Free Read for 2023, courtesy of me! If you enjoy it, take a minute to let me know. Plenty of other free reads on my site too, plus links to all my books. Thanks and I hope you enjoy it. PS Cover art virtually created by NightCafe. https://www.spoldhamauthor.com/halloween-2023

“What do you reckon then? About those ghost walks Kenny was on about?”

Emma, despite her warm-looking coat, is hugging her arms tightly around herself. Every now and then she missteps, trying to walk in a straight line like a sober person.

Walking alongside her, she bumps into me as she weaves her way down the street. I have had a few pints myself, though I think I am surer of foot than her. I let her use me as a buffer as she walks. Better than letting her wander into the road.

Not that there is much traffic. It is late, dark, very cold and this is the quieter part of town. We have had a fun evening with friends, one of whom, Kenny, spent most of the night raving about a ghost walk he went on last weekend. He took a fair bit of ribbing over it, which strangely enough developed into a more serious conversation about the afterlife.

Emma thought it was interesting. After a few minutes I got up, talked to a few mates at the bar, then played a couple of games of pool. The drinks had gone down a little too easy. Before we knew it, we were being asked, politely, to leave.

“What about them?” I respond to Emma, just a little too slowly. I grimace and check my watch. 12.50 pm. I need my bed.

“We should go on one, that’s what I mean! You up for it?”

I shove my hands into my pockets, drop my head to hide my smile, “Not really Em, you know I don’t believe in all that stuff.”

“You should have stayed, listened to what Kenny was saying. I mean, he’s sceptical too, but some of the weird stuff that happened…” Her voice trails off, her words slurred. She is more drunk than I realised.

“If he believes any of the stuff that happened on a ghost walk then he’s not as sceptical as he claims. They use actors, you know! You don’t really buy into all that, do you?”

She looks at me, unwraps an arm to loop around my elbow. At least I can keep her a bit steadier now.

“Well I don’t know do I, Josh? I like to keep an open mind. I mean, nobody really knows anything for sure, do they? Anyway, it might be fun, actors or not. Halloween’s coming up. I reckon we should book a ghost walk.”

“Really? Can’t you get one of your friends to go with you?”

“Party pooper!” She calls me, retracting her hand to stuff into her own pocket, “Scaredy-cat!” She jibes. I refuse to rise to her only semi-playful taunting.

We walk on in silence, the scrape of her boot heels the only sound apart from the distant hum of light traffic.

I hold out an arm to stop her, “Hang on! Something’s not right here.”

“What do you mean, not right? Get out of the way Josh!” She pushes my arm aside but comes to a begrudging stop a little behind me.

“Where the hell are we?” I turn on the spot, looking around. There is absolutely no sound of cars on the road anymore. Now Emma has stopped walking there is not even her footfall to be heard. The night is eerily silent. We are in a part of town I have never seen before.

“What the hell?” I whisper, wondering why my own voice has become so hushed.

“What?” Emma demands, blinking to take in her surroundings, “Very funny Josh! No need to take the piss out of me, just because I said I fancied going on a ghost walk!”

“I’m not taking the piss Emma! Look! Look around you! Do you have any idea where we are?”

I suddenly feel a lot more sober. Emma seems to appreciate how serious I am. She turns on the spot, just as I did, looking around for a landmark she recognises. There is not one.

“What the hell?” She echoes me.

“Exactly!” I exclaim.

We both stand there like idiots for a minute.

“We just go back the way we came,” I say eventually, “come on, about turn.”

I put an arm round her shoulder. Unresisting, she begins walking with me. We take only a few steps before a mist begins to fall around us. Light at first, it soon becomes a thick fog. We halt our steps again.

“This isn’t right!” Emma declares, “There’s no fog in the forecast!”

I keep the thought that this is probably nothing to do with meteorology to myself. Why am I, self-professed sceptic, even thinking that?

“I have never seen fog as thick as this before.”

“I think it’s what ye olde-time Londoners would have called a pea-souper.” Emma informs me.

“Well, we are not ye olde-timers and we’re not in London either!” I do not know why I am starting to feel panicky, I only know that I am. I take a deep breath, not wanting Emma to see it.

Even drunk she can read me well, though she is sobering up a lot, too.

“It’s okay Josh, we keep walking regardless, right? I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? One of us falls off a kerb?”

“Or into the path of an oncoming car!”

“Any driver out in this would have fog lights on and be driving really slowly. I can’t see that happening Josh. Come on.”

She loops her arm round mine again, tugging me forward. Reluctantly, I follow.

“It’s gone a lot colder,” I shiver inside my jacket, pulling Emma in tighter.

“That’s what Kenny said happened on that ghost walk,” she tells me unhelpfully, “It went a lot colder and everyone started getting the chills out of nowhere.”

“Not the best time to be sharing that!” I snap.

She looks up at me and giggles, “You’re not really scared are you, Mister Sceptical Man?”

“Of course I’m not scared!” I feel my good mood evaporating, “I’m just confused, that’s all. I have never taken this wrong turning before. Don’t you think it’s weird? I mean there, look!”

Ahead of us the fog lifts a little, allowing a patch of yellow light to shine through enough to show us black railings, a cobbled road.

“Is that a gas lamp?” Emma stops dead, staring.

I follow her gaze. For the briefest moment I get a glimpse of a tall, black pole, with what could only be described as a Victorian gas lamp atop it. It burned a mellow orange-yellow; straight out of a Dickens novel.

“That’s impossible!” I hiss, “No way! There are no naked flame street lamps in town anymore, they’re long gone!”

“What’s happening?” Emma asks plaintively. I have no answer to give her so I just shrug.

“How should I know? You’re the paranormal expert, you tell me.”

“No need to get snarky with me, Josh! I’m not an expert. It’s probably not even paranormal! I mean, how could it be? It’s just some freak weather event. Global warming or something.”

“How does global warming conjure up a Victorian street scene?”

“I don’t know, do I? Don’t raise your voice to me!”

“Now then sir, madam. What seems to be the problem?”

Emma and I jump in unison. I mean, we literally jump, stepping abruptly backwards, thumping awkwardly into one another. The figure before us has a long, neat moustache, blending into sideburns. A heavy-looking helmet sits on his head, the strap under his chin. He has a dark cape thrown over his shoulders.

I do not know if it is the lingering effects of the alcohol or the continuously swirling mist, but I cannot see any firm edge to his being. It is as if his body is as nebulous as the fog around us.

For a second it envelopes him completely, covering us in such a chill that we cling together. When it parts once more, the lamp is out. With no light behind him the strange figure seems more sinister.

“Causing a public disturbance,” he says in a dry, aged voice, “I could run you in for that.” Menacingly he taps his wooden truncheon into the palm of his free hand.

My tongue feels as solid as stone, useless in my mouth. I am unable to utter a word. Absurdly, I want to tell this officer that we were not causing a disturbance. That it was just a tiff.

I cannot speak. Judging by Emma’s silence, neither can she.

A noise begins. The sound of hard wheels rattling upon an equally hard surface. It is accompanied by the clack of horse hooves. With a chill, I realise it is an approaching carriage.

“What the fu..?” I manage to blurt. The officer cuts me off with a curt warning.

“No such language in front of the young lady!” He admonishes.

I risk tearing my eyes away from this weird apparition to face Emma, “This has to be a wind up, right? Kenny, maybe?”

Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me, her head shaking ‘no’ before I have even finished the sentence.

“This is no joke, Joshua. I think you know that. This is no prank. This is real.”

She sounds sad, all her earlier enthusiasm at possibly encountering a ghost gone.

“This can’t be real!” I whisper urgently, even though the apparition is right there in front of us, listening to every word, “This is a trick of the mind, or the light; or both. This is not real, Emma!”

“Not real?” The officer says, stepping a fraction closer, “How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?”

I do not know what to do. How to respond. What to say to make this go away; to make it not be happening. So I resort to an old tactic. I get angry.

“Back off, pal!” I say, stepping forward, even though I dread the thought of actually touching this thing, “You don’t exist anymore! You’re not even real police!”

Immediately it becomes obvious that I have offended him. Part of me wants to laugh. How do you offend a ghost? Then I see that he is not going to take such an affront lightly. Expecting a blow from the truncheon, I raise a protective arm but all he does is go for the whistle attached by chain to his chest. He puts it to his lips and blows.

A piercing, flat sound like a tiny steam train whistle rents the air. It lingers overlong, the fog parting where the sound travels. When it stops, the silence feels like a weight on my chest. My flesh crawls when I hear the unmistakable heavy tread of boots on the ground.

“Did he just call for back up?”

“What the hell is happening?” Emma demands, fear evident, “Josh, what’s going on?”

She is clinging to my arm, pulling me back from the apparition. I let her. Suddenly, I feel we need to be far away from here.

I find Emma’s hand, grasp it in my own, begin running blindly. She runs with me, both of us stumbling and panting. I hear footsteps behind us, more whistles, the rattle of coach wheels behind them. They are on our tail. Urging Emma on, I pull her behind me when I feel her begin to slow. We cannot stop.

At last, the noise behind us lessens, falls further and further away. It takes a while for me to understand that the fog has lifted and we are back in the clear air again. The night is cold but I can see lights, electric lights, brightening the gloom.

Relief turns my legs to jelly. Emma’s hand feels heavy in mine. I turn to look at her, breathless but smiling, ready to talk with her about what we have just gone through together. This will be a story we will tell for a long time to come.

I feel my grin evaporate when I see that she is not running along behind me. I am holding her hand, yes. I have no idea when her feet betrayed her and she fell. She is lying on the pavement, her clothes bloodied and torn, her skin scraped and ruched. There is a wide graze down the right side of her face. Her eyes stare up at me, unseeing. She is dead.

I cannot let go of her hand. This cannot be real. She cannot be dead. She cannot be.

Sirens approach like banshees. I don’t care. Blue lights cycle in the air. I am still staring stupidly down at Emma when someone takes a firm grip on my shoulder.

“Hands behind your back!” A commanding voice demands of me. I hear it but I don’t understand it. A second hand grabs my other shoulder.

“Hands behind your back!” Another voice takes up the command, “Do not resist! Hands behind your back, now!”

They force Emma’s grip out of my hand, wrenching my arms backwards. I feel the cold metal cuffs snap into place. A paramedic has come, is bending over Emma, checking her vital signs.

I am being dragged away. I keep turning to look at Emma, watching the paramedics do their thing.

“It’s no good,” I say to no one, “it’s no good. She’s dead. She’s dead!”

“I must caution you that you do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.” One of the arresting officers says, almost mechanically, “Do you understand?”

“No,” I shake my head violently, “No, I do not understand! I don’t understand any of this!”

“How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?”

A chill runs through my bones. How much have you had to drink tonight sir?

“What’s happening? Why are you lot here? I don’t get it!”

“We got several calls about a man dragging a young woman violently and pretty relentlessly along the street, that’s why we’re here mate! Now get in the car!”

“What? That’s not true!” I am aware my denial sounds weak. I remember Emma’s cold hand in mine.

“Well clearly it is true, isn’t it? Going by the evidence. Now get in the damned car!”

The evidence? My stomach drops at the thought of that. I sink into the vehicle, all the fight gone out of me.

“Where’s Emma?” I ask suddenly. The officer in the driver’s seat swivels, looks at me oddly, “Emma? Was that her name?”

“Yes, yes!” I am growing impatient, “Where is she?”

“Well she’s dead I’m afraid sir. I mean, you ought to know that…”

“No, no! Where is she? Have they got her in the ambulance yet? She’s not still lying on that pavement, is she? On that street?”

“I am afraid she is, yes. There’s a protocol to be followed in case of deaths like this…”

I cut him off, “Can’t they do it in the ambulance?” I know I am wailing now, “Get her off that street, for God’s sake. Get her off it! That should be part of some bloody ghost walk, never mind Kenny’s bloody graveyard!” I am babbling now.

Tears are streaming down my face so I cannot see the officers face, but I hear the confusion in his tired voice.

“Ghost walk? Station Road? What are you talking about?”

“Station Road? It’s a real street then? Station Road? As in train station?” I ask, sniffing constantly, my throat hoarse. My heart already knows the answer to that question.

“No, not train station. Police Station. One of the first in this area back in the day. But we haven’t picked you up for a history lesson. Unless you feel like telling us what happened here, I suggest you stop talking, mate.”

I sag back onto the seat, suddenly exhausted. Who in their right mind would ever believe what happened? They would blame the drink or something.

I look out of the window. Just beyond the busy paramedics still bent over Emma’s lifeless form, I make out the outline of an archaic policeman. His helmet and uniform are out of time, his moustache and sideburns eccentric. A veil of white mist swirls around him.

Even from this distance, through the window, he catches my eye. He taps the peak of his helmet as if in salute, turns on his heel, his cape swirling dramatically around his shoulders. He saunters away; for all the world pleased with a good job done well.

The soft yellow flame of an antique street lamp blossoms into life for the briefest of moments, welcoming the ghost into its circle of light.

Then they are gone, taking all the light with them.

S P Oldham

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An On Deck Extension

Summary: Chris returns home after a few weeks on the road.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 2,686

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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October 2026

Chris pressed the call button on the steering wheel, coming to a stop at a red light while he listened to the line ring over the car’s speakers. His muscles ached in a way they always did after a busy week of games, but the end of the season was in sight, and Chris couldn’t help but look forwards to the postseason, even if it meant more time away from home. The sudden end of the ringing snapped Chris out of his thoughts and before Sam could answer, he murmured, “Hey baby.”

“Hey Mr. Home Run Hitter,” she replied, a smile evident in her voice. A matching grin appeared on his own lips as he slowly moved through the intersection towards their condo building.

He leaned back against the leather seat as his grin became a smirk, asking her, “You saw the game, huh?”

He’d missed her at the game today – he missed her at every game she didn’t go to. But with her classes and schedule at the clinics, it was hard to get time to watch most of the games, even from their house. “Like I’d miss a chance to see that baseball butt in your tight pants,” she replied with a laugh.

He huffed as the traffic slowed in front of him, but easily merged into the turn lane. “See? I always knew you only married me for my body.”

“Well it sure as hell wasn’t your stunning personality.”

A laugh left his lips again at her words, knowing they were far from the truth but that he wouldn’t have it any other way. “At least I’ve got something going for me,” he murmured, pulling in front of the building and hitting the opener inside his car for the doors.

“Are you on your way home?” She asked, her voice quiet and muffled as she moved, and he faintly heard a drawer shut in the background and a laugh. “We missed you around here today.”

He nearly melted at those words, knowing how much he felt it as well. He was barely home during most of the year, but those long weeks on the road hit him harder the more time went on. “Just pulling into the garage, baby,” he told her.

He drove into the garage, pulling the sunglasses off of his eyes as they both said goodbye to each other for the time being. Chris was so happy to be back on the field. Baseball was something so deeply rooted in him and being able to be back on the team was something he was so thankful for, especially after his injuries made him think this would never be possible.

But as much as he loved being back on the field, coming home every night was always so much better. He rushed as he left the car, grabbing his bag from the backseat and quickly headed to the elevator, tapping their key against the reader and heading up to their floor. His foot tapped against the tile floor as the elevator rose through the levels before stopping on the sixteenth floor with a faint ding.

The doors opened with a silent whoosh, and instantly Chris’ eyes were looking down when he heard a familiar patter across the wood floor. He stepped out of the elevator, dropping his bag carelessly as he saw some little wet brown curls bouncing as a smiling little face came running toward him chanting around the pacifier in his mouth, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!”

The sight of seeing his little boy with big blue eyes running to him, the grips on his foot-covered pajamas keeping him from sliding on the hardwood as he ran made his heart instantly melt. He was carrying a familiar well worn book in one tiny hand and his water bottle in the other, and Chris was astounded that neither fell out of the toddler’s hands, but all of that was forgotten as he got closer and Chris bent down with open arms as his loud voice boomed, “There’s my Blakey boy!”

He nearly rushed into Chris’ arm and Chris squeezed him tightly as he stood up again. He kissed the twenty-two month old’s cheeks, his beard making Blake squirm as his laughter echoed through the open space.

“Hi buddy, I missed you,” he murmured, shifting Blake onto his hip and taking the book that the boy held out to him excitedly. “What did you do today?”

“Ry Ry!”

He raised an eyebrow with a smile, kissing the toddler’s cheek again. “Did Uncle Riley come over today?” He asked him. It was common for Riley to take the subway down from campus to stop by. It’d started with just raiding their fridge and sleeping in his own room for the night his freshman year, and had now evolved into Riley coming by whenever he had a canceled class, finished his work early, or just wanted to see them – but mainly it was to see Blake. He and Blake were so close, in a way he and Sam never expected given the twenty years between them, but it was one of their favorite things to see now.

The boy grinned behind his pacifier, laying his head onto Chris’ firm shoulder as he quietly told him, “Yeah.”

He adjusted Blake onto his hip, the smell of the boy’s lavender shampoo evident. “That sounds fun, buddy,” he replied quietly, reaching down to pet Dodger as the dog bounced around his feet excitedly.

Blake made a small sound of displeasure as he gently patted Chris’ chest, kicked his legs a bit, then whined, “Daddy, story.”

He huffed out a laugh and gave Blake a little look, placating him and saying, “I’ll read you your book in just a minute, bud. Where’s your Ma?”

Chris looked in the direction that Blake’s finger pointed and walked down the hall, calling out, “Sammy? Baby, I'm home.”

“I’m in Blake’s room,” she called back, just she shut something with a slight clatter.

With this knowledge, Chris walked down the hallway, purposely bouncing Blake on his hip and making him giggle the entire way. But when Chris rounded the corner and saw Sam standing next to the dresser, folding a few tiny shirts, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment. It had been four years since they’d been married and he still felt his heart skip a beat every time he saw her.

He watched as Sam turned her head, letting him see her makeup free face which put all her freckles on display and her dimples made an appearance as she looked at the two before asking Blake, “Did you find your daddy?”

Blake’s wet hair tickled Chris’ chin as he turned further into Chris, a small hand clinging to Chris’ shirt as he told her, “Daddy home.”

“That’s right bud, Daddy’s home now,” Chris murmured, pressing a kiss to the boy’s hair as he stepped further into the room. “And so happy to be.”

Sam reached out, carefully unrolling Blake’s sleeve of his pajamas as she told Chris, “We’re happy about that too.”

“I missed you, baby,” Chris replied, pausing as he kissed Sam quickly, then shifted Blake to his other side with a sigh. “And I missed this little guy too.”

But Blake whined again, his tiny feet swinging against Chris unhappily as he reminded Chris, “Daddy, story,”

He exchanged an amused look with Sam before he reached out, taking the boy’s dinosaur water bottle in his hand before he said, “I see how it is, he only wants me for what I can give him.”

He heard Sam’s laugh echo in the room before Chris went over to sit in the padded rocking chair, situating Blake in his lap with his water bottle in hand, before opening up the book that he swore he had completely memorized at this point. He slowly rocked back and forth while he read, feeling his sweet little boy starting to relax against him. But right as he was flipping to the last page of the book, he saw Sam looking at them from where she was putting the laundry away and quietly informed him that Blake was fast asleep, the point being proven when the pacifier fell out of Blake’s mouth and onto his lap.

Chris took the water bottle and book, putting it on the small table before carefully picking Blake up and going to lay him down without disturbing his sleep. He tucked Blake’s stuffed dog under the boy’s arm, rubbing his back until he was sure Blake was settled.

Sam had just finished shutting his curtains and nodded her head towards the hallway as they both quietly left the room, shutting the lights off behind them and cracking the door, Blake’s star night light glowing as they headed down the hallway into the kitchen quietly.

Chris reached out, his arm wrapping around Sam’s waist with a content sigh as he finally got her to himself. It didn’t matter if he had been away from her for weeks or just one day, everything felt right the minute that he had her back in his arms. He felt her arms snake around his neck, allowing him to easily lean in to kiss her deeply, having gone much too long without it before they parted and Sam led him into the kitchen.

“You hungry?” She asked, her arms moving as she pulled her long, dark curly hair into a messy bun with a deep sigh.

Chris shrugged, knowing he’d eaten some after the game but had been in a rush to get out to see Blake before he went to bed. “A little,” he admitted.

“Sit down, I’ll heat up some leftovers,” she instructed as she headed to the fridge, digging around the random containers of food, carefully avoiding the mac and cheese and chicken nuggets from Blake.

Chris watched her, his chin in his hand as he finally sat down. He’d been running on adrenaline all week, but felt the exhaustion settling into his body as he finally took a second to breathe. “How was work this week, baby?”

“Okay…I missed Blake a lot while I was there this week,” she answered, her voice quiet. Chris knew what she meant, having a job that took him out of the city the majority of the year. But it didn’t mean anything when he knew Sam never complained once about it, instead being the sole caretaker for Blake most of the time, on top of her clinic hours and class schedule, with Riley, Blake’s daycare, sometimes his mother, and the occasional babysitter being the only help she had during the season. “It’s harder to leave him when you’re gone.”

“I know what you mean,” he told her honestly. It wasn’t as if the reality of being in his career hadn’t hit him before, especially after he and Sam got married and he had his first season back in the major leagues. But missing out on time with Sam and Riley did little to prepare him to leave Blake for weeks, only getting bursts of time at home every few weeks. To see Blake growing up through pictures and videos, missing a lot of his firsts, and realizing how much he’d changed between leaving and returning from trips only hurt him, but it was the necessary evil, and the reason he loved the winters, when he was home with them all the time. “I’m glad it’s almost time for the off season. I’m ready to just be home with you guys.”

She turned with a smile just as she pulled some chicken out of the microwave, confessing, “Me too.”

She brought the plate in front of Chris, sitting down next to him at the island. He ate quietly, able to hear the soft tune of Blake’s night light as the sound drifted down the hallway. He couldn’t stop thinking about their baby, laying in his crib in those planet pajamas as he slept soundly. He knew they’d never have imagined themselves in these shoes only three years ago, but here they were. Sam had thrived in her role in a way he knew she never would have been able to predict, loving that boy even more than he adored her. Getting to be her husband and Blake’s father was the greatest thing he’d ever been given, and he never took it for granted once.

But as the silence persisted, Sam asked, “Chris… are you okay?”

“Yeah….I just, I don’t know. I just can’t believe this is my life sometimes,” he shrugged with a laugh. He could see the toys in the playroom off the kitchen, scattered around from Blake’s mania earlier. This was the home he once dreaded living in, never putting a personal touch on it until after he and Sam got together. Everything from the pictures on the walls to the furniture in the condo had once been handpicked by a team of designers, purchased from the stagers because he couldn’t have been bothered to put more thought into it. But now it was a home, complete with Blake’s fingerprints all over the floor-to-ceiling windows, his trains on the coffee table, pictures of Riley at his high school graduation on the wall, smiling next to Sam and Chris, then Sam at her undergraduate graduation, then of them holding Blake the day they’d brought him home from the hospital the following year. “I’m married to the girl of my fuckin’ dreams and I get to come home to you and Blake and I just can’t believe it sometimes.”

“I know what you mean,” she smiled, blinking away what he thought might’ve been tears as she put her hand on his arm, rubbing her thumb along his sleeve. “I was thinking about that a little when Riley was here today. I was thinking about how when I was Riley’s age, I was working from open until close in the diner, praying I’d get good enough tips that I could buy him some clothes from Goodwill for the school year or how I’d hold him in bed and try to get him to fall asleep so he wouldn’t hear our mom’s screaming match with one of her boyfriends or know how drunk she was when she came home.”

“But things are different now,” he reminded her – and himself. “And Blake’s never going to have to grow up with any of those things.”

Sam nodded, stealing a sip from Chris’ water glass before she admitted to him, “I just can’t help but think that the other shoe is going to drop. That something is going to happen and I’m going to lose all of this.”

“That’s never going to happen, Sammy,” he rushed to tell her, pushing the plate away and turning to look at her. He jerked his chin towards the hallway, reminding her, “Baby, we’ve been married for four years now and it’s not enough. I want forever with you, and with Blake, and nothing is going to happen that’s going to change any of that.”

He watched as her chin wobbled slightly and she reached a hand up to rub at her cheeks. Sam stayed quiet as she wiped away her silent tears, just enough until she asked, “...Even when Blake leaves his trains out and we step on them?”

“Okay, that may be the straw that breaks the camel’s back,” he admitted with a laugh, shaking his head as he remembered the latest incident. “I swear I still have a fuckin’ imprint of that train on my foot from last week.”

“Chris…”

He raised an eyebrow, his hand dropping to rest on her thigh, rubbing his thumb along the bare skin exposed by her shorts and asking her, “Yeah, baby?”

Sam’s hand slid up his arm and hooked around the back of his shoulder, her brown eyes wide and vulnerable as she replied, “I just want to tell you that I love you, and I’m really happy.”

He looked at her through his long eyelashes, a wide grin on his face as he agreed, “I am too, Sammy.”

A/N: Surprise! We hope you guys enjoyed a glimpse into Blake! We love him and cannot wait to share more about him and how they came to be parents! Let us know your thoughts!

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