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once we made it to the restaurant after a sort of long car ride whilst singing along to our playlist, billie placed a gentle kiss on my lips right before we stepped out and walked hand in hand inside. we knew finneas and claudia were already here since we saw their car parked outside when we pulled up. i was honestly excited to see them since it had been a while.
once we found the table they were at, we sat down and joined them, me and bil sat together, whilst they were sat together on the other side of the table. we kept out hands interlinked under the table, just wanting eachothers presence in that moment. although we both loved intimate moments together, we loved having sweet moments equally.
weâd been sat there for a little bit before billie came up with a great idea. well it was great in her mind. i hated it. because i couldnât get what i wanted. she decided she would tease me. for her own entertainment. i first felt her hand let go of mine to rest on my knee for a few minutes, before it slithered all the way up to my thigh, and then my inner thigh, right next to my core.
i shuffled in my seat a bit, slightly slouching to try to get her closer, but she just moved her hand and interlocked it with mine once again. she did this a few times. i was desperate. again. i was soaked, and needy. and sat in a restaurant with my girlfriends brother and his girlfriend. there was nothing i could do about it.
i squirmed in my seat every so often, trying to make myself as comfortable as i could with the wetness practically soaking through my underwear and my jeans. i noticed billie looking at me every so often, smirking and running her tongue over her teeth before looking back at fin and claudia to listen to whatever theyâd been saying.
whenever i tried to join in with the conversation, bils hand went back to that one spot. at this rate i was shocked she hadnât started trying to touch me properly under the table just to see how quiet i could stay. that wasnât going to happen though. she wanted to see how long i could last without her touch.
âneed to go to the bathroom angel. come with me?â
i nodded and we walked to the bathroom together. once we made it into a stall, she pushed me against the door and pressed her lips against mine. i quietly moaned into the kiss which made her hold onto my waist tighter. when we eventually pulled away to breathe, i just looked at her, trying to beg her for anything with only my eyes, but a smirk came to her face as she gently kissed me once more, taking my hand, and then leading us back to the table. wow.
i was so desperate it was unreal. i didnât know if i could make it home. i had to though. after a few hours, we were finally going home. i was tired, but more horny than ever before. we said our goodbyes to eachother, then me and bil got into the car. the whole drive home, her hand just stayed in place on my thigh.
i tried moving her hand closer, but she just giggled and moved it back to its original spot. i did that a few times before she spoke.
âyouâre a needy girl tonight arenât you baby? my needy girl.â
i whined before i spoke.
âi need you billie!! youâve teased me all night, please!!â
âwhen weâre home angel, remember what i said earlier?â she asked, glancing over at me as i nodded and pouted. we still had a while until we were home. i knew that she wasnât gonna change her mind, so i sat there and waited. the last thing i wanted was to make her mad which would mean that she wouldnât touch me at all.
âwhen we get home, i want you laying on the bed for me. keep your clothes on.â
i squeezed my legs together and nodded.
after what felt like hours, we finally made it home and i rushed to our bedroom, laying on the bed just like sheâd told me to. she took her time coming upstairs, trying to make me wait longer. i was getting so frustrated. as soon as she got on the bed next to me and straddled my waist, looking down at me, i pulled her further on top of me and smashed my lips against hers.
iâd had enough of waiting. i needed her right that second. it seemed like my impatience worked, because her kisses trailed down my neck. she sucked and bit my neck, leaving marks all over before practically ripping my shirt and bra off, marking my tits too. my back arched upwards as she sucked on my nipple, tongue swirling all over it whilst her hand was busy with the other one. her free hand was resting on my waist. small whimpers left my mouth as she moved to suck my other nipple.
her hand moved down from my waist, to my jeans where she struggled to undo the button and zip, but eventually got it. she pulled away from me and stood up off the bed, yanking my jeans off and pushing my legs apart before placing herself between them.
her tongue was soon enough running through my folds, settling on my clit. she circled it a few times, then sucked, then moved back down slightly and pushed her tongue inside of me. she switched between the two a few times to get me wetter, and closer. once i was dripping onto the sheets, she focused on my clit.
she flicked her tongue against it, making me moan louder and louder. i was almost screaming her name as she sped up. i tried to close my legs around her head but her hands firmly held them apart. i whined and squeezed my eyes shut tight.
âbillie can i cum?â i whimpered.
âof course angel. been such a good girl for me tonight. cum for me pretty girl.â
she didnât have to tell me twice. i came so hard over her tongue and moaned way too loud. her pace slowed down as i rode out my orgasm, small whines leaving my mouth. she carefully pulled away from me, a small smile on her face as i opened my eyes and noticed her chin entirely coated in my arousal.
i honestly almost came again at the sight.
she pulled me in for a kiss before switching our positions and pulling me to lay on top of her. i closed my eyes and was immediately asleep. she tired me out. and i wouldnât want it any other way.
a/n: this couldâve been better iâm sorryđ
#billie eilish#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish fic#fanfic#fanfiction#billie eilish x fem!reader#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#smut#wlw smut#wlw post#wlw blog#wlw
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⧠tags: yandere cheater x reader, angst, yandere, nsfw content
⧠warnings: obsessive yandere behavior, stalking, nsfw content, cheating, angst, creep behavior, jealousy, grabbing, sexual acts
⧠a/n: you guys wanted both the yan royalty and yan cheater so imma do both âŒïž iâll post the royalty one later cause you guys are in for a treat
not proofread but enjoy! (ty for the love on the last post as well <3)
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
cheater bf who sleeps with your friends behind your back. itâs not like you were anything special anyway, he just tolerated you so he could get closer to some real women
cheater bf who makes you beg for the bare minimum: giving you his jacket, holding your hand during a scary movie, etc etc but does all those things for your friends with a charming smile
cheater bf who says youâre overreacting after he holds your friends hand during a scary movie instead of yours
âhey donât be selfish, poor girl looked like she was gonna cry. what kinda friend are you?â
you miss the way his fingers trailed up her thighs halfway through the movie when you squeeze your eyes shut. terrified of the unfolding movie scene as your bf comforts another girl
cheater bf who has fucked your roommate in your dorm room bed. oh youâre asking why they look sweaty and tired? they were trying to move your bed cause she dropped something behind it ofc.
cheater bf who finally gets caught a year into your relationship after you walk in on him mid-thrust into your âfriendâ after they both excused themselves to the bathroom during your hangout.
cheater bf who zips up his pants and runs after a sobbing you to explain but stops half way, what was there to explain anyway? you would be heartbroken yes, but he had got what he wanted didnât he? ignoring the dull tug on his heart he returns to his dorm
ex bf who throws himself on his bed while thinking about you. finally he picks up the lingering sent of you on his bed and various items that belong to your littered across the room. little gifts to him and cards wishing him happiness. maybe youâd become more intertwined in his life than he thought
ex bf that drops your stuff at your new dorm in a cardboard box, unluckily for you, you open it at the same time and are left staring at each other. like a cat you quickly dart out, grab the box, and retreat after locking the door canât you just look at him once?
ex bf who feels empty after your breakup, he misses your cooking, your nagging for him to take care of himself, your smiles. fuck. what was the point of being free to fuck whoever he wanted if all he could imagine was you?
ex bf who stalks your socials, irritated that you removed him from your posts and blocked him on everything. and one day when heâs on his burner stalking you, a new story pops up. itâs innocent enough, a picture of you at dinner with a small caption âdinner outâ, but then he notices the masculine hand on the table across from you wearing a watch not quite made for a woman.
his blood is boiling. youâre his. his girl.
yandere cheater who scours his room for anything that reminds him of you, finally finding a shirt in the back of his closet that he didnât find earlier. suffocating his face with the soft fabric, moaning as he sniffed the garment
yandere cheater who hurriedly ruts into his hand as he hold the fabric up to his nose, cock leaking as he fucks his hand to your scent. he cums hard, harder than he had with any of your bimbo âfriendsâ
yandere cheater who finally realized what he was missing: you. he caves in and incessantly messages and calls you, showing up at your door to win back your love.
yandere cheater who grows tired, heâs always been impatient. he knows what he did was wrong, especially to an angel like you but everyone deserves a second chance right? after all you were his soulmate
yandere cheater who shows up at a cafe youâre at and sits across from you like nothing is wrong. when you get up to leave, he forces you back into the seat. whispering in your ear to not make a scene. pulling out his phone he reveals intimate pictures of you from your relationship.
âit would be a darn shame if anyone saw these hm? your poor mom would be so disappointed that her dear daughter was just passing these aroundâ
your eyes widen and you beg him to delete them, youâll do anything!
âjust come back to me and all these will be goneâ
he grins, to wide to be kind. he wouldnât send them out anyway. your body was his alone to see. but fuck did it have a effect on you, your big eyes fill with caution.
âplease there must be-â he cuts you off.
âthereâs no other way than back to me sweetsâ
once you shakily get up, he throws his arm over your shoulder, keeping you pinned to his side as you both leave the coffee shop. your hot coffee long forgotten on the table as the chilly air hits your faces. your body further fills with despair as you pass the ally next to the shop, spotting the date you were going to meet. face bloodied and body limp against the red brick.
your ex was always far stronger than you, far stronger than anyone else you had met too. his dedication to martial arts was one of the things that had drawn you to him. but now, his vice grip on you as he guides you to his car isnât to prove his strength to protect you. itâs to intimidate you into giving in to him
and if you didnât, there would be consequences.
#yandere#yandere cheater#yandere ex#yandere x reader#ex x reader#cheater x reader#angst#obbsession#x reader#female reader#y/n#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#yandere x you#jealousy
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cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining (if you squint), a lot of cussing (typical of bkg), reader has an ex-boyfriend, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, some violence (nothing major)
words. 3.3k (this kind of got away from me)
masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9
You donât know how you got here, really.
Actually, you do. And youâre slowly regretting every decision that has led you to this moment by the minute.
But alasâhere you are, watching Bakugou (or rather, his expensive ass sports car) pull over in front of your apartment.
And youâre about to say screw it and go back inside and just text him you donât feel too well as if you werenât just at the front door a second ago when your boss finally steps out of the driverâs seat.
Now youâve seen Bakugou dressed up on numerous occasions. Never as his date or companionâhell, noâbut youâve witnessed him dressed up to the 9âs enough to reach the point of not getting affected at the sight of him in a suit and his hair pushed back.
But you canât help the sudden tightness in your throat when you do see him.
He walks up to the porch and stops a few feet away from you and almost immediately, he gives you a once-over. Despite yourself, you look down at your heeled feet, suddenly feeling overly self-conscious. Or maybe itâs also to stop yourself from staring at him because damn.
And you hate yourself for it.
Itâs his voice, though, that pulls you out of your hazy stupor. âAre you hopping in are we just gonna stand here all night?â
You internally roll your eyes as you follow him to his car, feet already starting to hurt even though you literally just put the heels on a few minutes ago. Youâre about to open the door to the backseat when Bakugou stops you with one hand and opens the door to the passenger side with the other.
You look up at him in question, although you quickly look away, unable to keep eye contact any longer, and shuffle in. âYou really donât have to doâthatââ he shuts the door, âokay.â
He rounds the hood of his car and settles on his seat soon after. As he brings the engine to life and tinkers with the Bluetooth, you take the opportunity to take in the interior of his car. Needless to say, it is immaculateâthis being the first time youâve ever been here as youâve always declined any offer from him to drive you home.
Why is that?
Youâd chalk it up to feeling uncomfortable about your boss giving you a lift, especially as the HR head, but deep inside you know itâs more because being in a small space with him (alone, especially) makes you just a tad bit crazy.
Just a bit.
Since when has this been a thing?
Shrugging off the rather unsettling thought, you intentionally bring your mind to other things, like how nice the car smellsâor how your hair and makeup ended up exceeding your expectations. Youâre in the middle of appreciating how smooth Bakugouâs driving is when it hits you like a ton of bricks.
âHold upââ you turn to him in horror, âyouâre not seeing anyone, are you?â
At that, Bakugouâs face contorts in what you think is offense before it morphs into a snark expression, like heâs about to retort with a playful quip but decides against it last minute.
âNo.â
Before you can stop yourself, you slump against your seat, relieved. You canât believe you forgot to ask about this crucial piece of information prior to agreeing to this ruse.
A foreign kind of curiosityâthe type that you havenât felt in a whileâsuddenly takes seed and blooms in you, particularly about Bakugou and his romantic life. But you quickly tamp it down before you blurt out a wildly inappropriate personal question to your boss.
The second Bakugou puts the car in park, you hurriedly climb out of the passenger seat, not minding how ungraceful you look, desperate to get out of the small bubble youâve found yourself sharing with your boss for the last hour.
Quickly scanning your surroundings, you find that there arenât many people in the parking lotâperhaps itâs because of the fact that youâre cutting it close, which was totally not a conscious decision so that youâd spend the least amount of time at the wedding as possibleâbut as you two walk in silence towards the venue entrance, you start noticing it.
You feel people holding their gazes directed towards the both of you a little longer than normal. You try to shrug it off, but even as you state your name to the kind-looking lady who you believe is assigned to usher guests to their seats, youâre acutely aware that a silence has befallen upon the room and itâs your arrival that has caused it.
And youâd bet good money you saw in your peripheral vision a few do a double-take upon seeing you.
The lady doesnât even try to hide her shock upon seeing the number two pro-hero. Eyes wide as saucers, she barely stammers out his pro-hero name in what you believe is aâŠquestion?
Bakugou, the ever-skilled PR prince that he is, merely gives her a curt and somehow pained nod, as if this exchange is yards beneath him. âThatâs me. My nameâs probably not on the list, though,â he gestures to you, âIâm just her plus one.â
With that, itâs as if the lady just got reminded that you were standing just right beside him and that you existed.
âOh, of course!â Her eyes dart toward you and then back at him and suddenly her eyeballs are akin to that of the toy in a pinball machineâdarting between the two of you in record speed, the gears in her head turning as if processing what the fuck this lowly guest is doing, showing up with the Dynamight to a wedding.
âSorry,â she chuckles, probably feeling self-conscious in front of the man, âwhat was your name again?â
You repeat yourself with the most gracious smile you can muster. You canât blame the woman for slightly losing her cool in front of the boss. The only reason youâre not stumbling and embarrassing yourself in front of him is because youâve had practice.
In fact, three years and eight months worth of it.
But that practice practically flies out the window when you feel something brush against your right hand before encasing it entirely.
You look down at the point of sensation and it takes everything in you not to gawk at the sight of Bakugouâs big, firm hand wrapped around yours. You immediately whip your head to look up at him, but the guy isnât even looking at you. Instead, he seems to be listening intently to what the lady is saying thatâs a hundred percent going in one of your ears and out the other.
ââŠf-follow meâright this way, p-please!â
You stumble behind him as he leads you to where the lady is directing the both of you, hands still interlocked.
âWhat are you doing?â you hiss-whisper, keeping your voice low enough to make sure she doesnât hear you panic.
âIâm saving your life, dumbass,â he hisses back.
Saving your life? The man is giving you a damn heart attack. And making you the target of the thousands of news outlets known to man.
âOh, do tell me how thatâs so?â
Although you canât see his face as heâs practically dragging you forward by your now clammy appendage, youâre 99% sure heâs rolling his eyes. âItâs âcause people are fucking staring.â
âSo naturally you have to hold my hand?â
He halts to an immediate stop and you almost collide with his backside if not for your marginally quick enough reflexes. He scowls at you over his shoulder and it shocks you to see how red heâs gotten over a reasonable question from your end.
Itâs not like you just asked him why heâs number two or something.
âYes, I do, if we want a shot at making this the slightest bit believable.â
Before you even get the chance to respond (that is, grumble at him like a petulant child because the motherfucker is making senseâlike he always is), you get interrupted.
âIs everything alright?â
Both of you quickly face the lady who you find is trying not to let the concern get to her already wobbly smile.
Sheâs failing.
âYeah!â
âYup.â
At that, she nods, although she seems to be suspiciousâhesitant, at best. âWell, thenâthese are your seats. Enjoy the wedding!â
The ceremony couldnât have been more dragged out if they tried. They probably had a dozen technical difficulties. The flower girls who were literal toddlers refused to walk down the aisle and had to be hauled by their parents to get it done and over with. The officiator was so irritatingly loud that he didnât even need a microphone from the sheer volume of his booming voice. And you could tell he was going over the time limit because the wedding coordinators at the perimeters of the venue were getting more and more antsy by the minute.
Bakugou, who was seated on your right, was not fairing any better. You lost count of the times his head bobbed toward you as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Heâs been sleep-deprived the entire weekâyou knew that. A notorious villain has recently resurfaced and he and Kirishima were the policeâs primary contacts for this case. Suddenly feeling guilty for having inadvertently dragged him to this snoozefest with you, you debated whether or not to tell him he can rest on your shoulder so he can get some rest but immediately decided against it because what the fuck.
Eventually, and miraculously, you get past the ceremony relatively unscathed. Well, as far as unscathed in this situation can get.
You managed to avoid your exâs sights the entire time. Luckily, you and Bakugou were assigned at a far-away table alongside distant friends and relativesâcourtesy of the bride, probably, and really, you couldnât be more thankful. By the time picture-taking per table rolled around, you conveniently excused yourself to the bathroom and waited it out until you were sure your groupâs time was up. When you sheepishly walked back to your table, Bakugou didnât seem to be too comfortable, probably from having been left alone, but from the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew what you were doing and why you did it. Despite his appearances, heâs perceptive like that.
With only a few, necessary words exchanged between the two of you, and the occasional smiles and affectionate behavior whenever either of you felt prying eyes, you eventually find yourself finally loosening up and relaxing.
In contrast to the past few hours in which you were evidently tense and barely managed to join in on small talk around you, youâre now actually conversing with your table-mates who, thankfully, havenât asked you how you were related to the bride and groom.
Bakugou probably notices this change in demeanor because you spot him eyeing you with a serious look on his face before cooly looking away as if you didnât just catch him studying you.
Before you can think much of the expression on his face, the young woman seated across from you who youâve gotten to know as Kairi says your name, effectively snapping you out of thought.
Right before dousing you with ice water with a supposedly innocent question.
âSorryâwhat?â
She chuckles harmlessly, paying no mind to your reaction. âI said, how do you know the bride and the groom?â
Shit.
âIâuh,â against your will, you chance a look at Bakugou whoâs already looking at you with a seemingly neutral expression, although youâve been around him long enough to see the traces of panic adorning his features.
A few more seconds pass by in silence before you decide to just tell the truth.
You laugh, although it comes out a bit stilted. âIâm actually an ex-girlfriendâŠâ
Unsurprisingly, everyone at the table goes quiet at your admission, before they seemingly remember to put up appearances by laughing good-naturedly with you.
âWell, good on you for showing up!â Kairi says, giving you a thumbs up. The rest of the group pack on their agreement and support. She eyes Bakugou with a mischievous grin, âAnd with precious cargo, too.â
Her friends elbow her in chastisement, and you canât help the flush that takes over your face at her unabashed flirting. You chance a glance at the man in question, only to find him acting like he couldnât give a single fuck.
Youâre about to pipe up with a genuine compliment in Bakugouâs way, lest they end up thinking you donât agree that âyour manâ is fine as fuck (and isnât this the part where a person is supposed to brag about their partner?) when a silence befalls upon your table again.
Only this time is more awkward than the last.
âWhat..?â
You follow Kairiâs line of vision and turn to look at the thing behind you thatâs caught their attention only to find yourself face-to-face with him.
He exclaims your nameâlike heâs delighted to see youâbefore scooping you up and bringing you into his arms.
You collide with his chest with an unceremonious âoofâ and despite yourself, you toss Bakugou a look (cry) for help over the guyâs shoulder.
And like the hero that he is, Bakugou stands up smoothly, buttoning his suit all the while.
Clearing his throat, he shoots your ex a stony glare while offering a hand to shake. âGood to meet âya. Iâm Bakugou, her boyfriend.â
A whirlwind of emotions dances across the guyâs face before they finally settle into one that causes scalding shame to stir within your gut: utter disbelief.
âMy bunny got herself a boyfriend?â You cringe at the sound of your old pet name, and Bakugouâs glare turns even colder at the mention of it. You try to ignore the hurt thatâs springing in your chest at your exâs incredulous tone.
The guyâs eyes dart between the two of you before they finally settle on your boss. âAnd that person is you?â
As if he couldnât get higher on the asshole meter, your ex drops his head back as he howls in laughter, as if he just heard the funniest joke ever. You feel your face flame in humiliation, and itâs as if you get possessed for the next few seconds.
Because in the blink of an eye, you find yourself clenching your fist so hard and bringing it up to the assholeâs face, where it collides with his jaw with a loud crack.
Almost instantaneously, you recoil and bring your hand back to yourself because that shit hurt, and fuck, you just punched a guy.
At his wedding.
You donât know what comes over you because the first thing you do is not apologize to the guy whoâs writhing in pain on the floor or look at the people who are most probably already watching the scene. No, the first thing you do is whip to look at Bakugou, whoâs now grinning at you.
Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab your purse with one hand, Bakugouâs hand with the other, and toss your dickhead of an ex a âhave a great rest of your weddingâ before beelining out of there and straight to the car of the man whose hand youâre holding.
âIââ
âNope.â
âYouââ
âNo.â
âJustââ
âShut the fuck up, Bakugou.â
At your crass words, Bakugou takes his eyes off the road to look at you in amused disbelief (or, at least you think soâyouâre only looking at the man through your periphery; youâre too embarrassed to meet anyoneâs eyes right now).
âWoah, there, princess,â you can hear him smirking. âNot sure thatâs how you want to talk to your boss.â
âOh, bullshit,â you fix your gaze to your right, itching to get out of the car. âI thought you were my date tonight. You canât be both at the same time. Thatâthat just doesnât sit right with me. You know, as the HR head of your agency?â
The man merely snickers in response, and youâre lulled into a comfortable silence.
Before he decides to speak again.
ââHave a great rest of your wedding,ââ he chuckles to himself as he stops at a red light. âClassic.â
You turn to regard him, having had enough. âDo you mind? Iâm kind of having a crisis here.â
At that, he snorts. âOver what? You just had the best payback in history.â
You ignore him, opting to bury your face in your hands instead as you wail, âI punched a guy at his wedding.â
âDamn straight, you did.â
You gape at him like he just grew horns. âIâm sorry, were you not there? In case you forgot, Mr. Dynamight, you were technically my date. Youâre guilty by association.â
Just as he is about to respond, the traffic light quickly turns to yellow then green, and you take it as an opportunity to keep rambling.
âAnd practically everyone there knows you. Shit, Mikuri-san is going to kill me.â
âTadashi Mikuri? From PR?â
âYes,â you seethe, although you know Bakugou has done nothing wrong to be at the receiving end of your shame-induced anger. You groan, âThis is going to be a nightmare to clean up.â
Bakugou doesnât say anything after that, and you have to restrain yourself from poking at him to say anythingâanything, reallyâto assure you that no, everything is going to be okay, and that no, your career or reputation is not over.
Eventually, and without you noticing, you pull up in the driveway of your apartment. Heaving a deep sigh, you will yourself to finally keep your chin up and face whatever the fuck is waiting for you tomorrow head-on, even if you were going to do it alone. Grabbing your purse and phone, youâre about to thank him and say good night when Bakugou reaches over the console and places a hand over yours.
âIââ he starts, and you look at him expectantly, trying not to seem weird about the contact.
He clears his throat before giving you the most reassuring nod, âIâll take care of the press. Donât worry about it.â
Before you can ask him how the hell heâs planning to go about that, he beats you to it. âAnd donât ask me how. Justââ he finally looks at you, âtrust me.â
You canât bring yourself to do anything but nod back.
The next morning, you wake up on the relatively right side of the bed for once until the events of yesterday come crashing down on you like an unprecedented avalanche, effectively robbing you of your good mood.
You chance a peek at the phone on your nightstand, debating whether or not to throw it away and religiously avoid social media for the rest of your days. After what feels like an hour, however, you decide against it and pick the gadget up.
Only to be met with 57 texts, 23 missed calls, and 300+ notifications on your Twitter and Instagram accounts each.
Your stomach sinks as the feeling of dread instantly washes over you. Overwhelmed, you click on one familiar message thread you have with your best friend.
(11:46 PM) bestie<3: girlllll (11:46 PM) bestie<3: what the actual FUCK pick up your phone (11:47 PM) bestie<3: NOT YOU PUNCHING THAT DOUCHEBAG (11:47 PM) bestie<3: and since when have you been dating dynamight??? HELLOOOO??? (11:47 PM) bestie<3: when were you planning to tell me all of this bc im lowkey salty (11:51 PM) bestie<3: girlâŠ. you have to see this (11:51 PM) bestie<3: (see link)
Your fingers are practically trembling when you click on the link, and in hindsight, youâre glad youâre on your bed because what you see next makes you drop your phone:
BREAKING: #2 Pro-hero Dynamight seen at a wedding, alleged âdateâ punches the groom
tagging. @kitthepurplepotato @chelbyisbord @lovra974 @katsukis1wife @brunnetteiwik @bunnysaursushii @k0z3me @meeeepsworld @asura-rose @dragonscribble
Ëâșâ§â as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a lovely day!
#can you tell i was never good at journalism#bc wtf is that headline LMAOOOO#this got so long but this was so fun to write#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#mha imagines#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios#mha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n
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At First Sight PT2
Alastor x doe!reader
PART ONE PART 3
this is a short part 2 to a request, tbh i didnât think about continuing it before so i struggled a bit and itâs quite short! iâm so sorry gang ;-; i hope it satiates yall if not lemme know what i can cook up for you
Warnings: love sick alastor + reader, ooc alastor, mates/soulmate trope, mentions of reproduction and pregnancy (dw yall i didnât do the no no there is no pregnancy itâs just mentioned bc it supposed to be gn), short short, swearing, not proof read, hmmmm i think thatâs it lmk whatcha think
wee little taglist for the people who asked kiss kiss: @fairyv-ice @chirimeimei
Tucked underneath Alastors chin you laid comfortably alongside him in bed. Youâd been awake awhile now tail thumping softly behind you as you watched the demon sleep his smiled soft and barely showing. He laid in pyjama bottoms only chest bare and on display for you. You absentmindedly traced the scars along his torso feeling him respond with goosebumps every now and again.
âGoodmorning my doe,â Alastors voice rang out, killing the silence. It was shocking to hear his static gone and his regular voice out on display, dripped in sleepy sultry. âGood morning my buck.â You reply sickeningly sweet while crawling up to lean over his face, his eyes were lidded now gazing at you with a loving look in his eyes.
âDid you sleep well?â You asked playing with the stray hair that swept across his face. âIndeed darling very well. I should be good for several days.â He chirped happily, ears flicking. âWe should head down, i need to talk to Charlie.â You say with a grimace.
Last night when Charlie caught you and Al, you felt guilty, you knew Charlie was a sweetheart but you practically abandoned her all day for Alastor, then scared her silly with a deal and sex! Groaning you grab your head while Alastor stood. With a snap of his fingers the two of you were dressed, and that did take a load of stress of you. âCome now my doe, Iâll be there the whole time, no shame and if there is weâll be ashamed together!â
Alastor seemed pretty bright in his exclamation holding his arm out to you. Obviously you trusted Al you gave yourself and soul to him and only him just last night. So while attached at the arm the two of you trotted downstairs.
Arriving downstairs interlocked you were both greeted by all the patrons already in the living area next to the bar. Charlie was the first to make a noise gasping, meanwhile Angel was practically vibrating in his seat. Just as Angel was about to talk Vaggie interrupted. âYou made a fucking deal!?â Screamed the fallen angel, hands thrown behind her as the rest of her body lurched forward. Frowning you bit your lip, of course this was gonna be an awkward conversation with Charlie, but with the whole hotel listening. Even worse!
âNeva mind that Vagina! Letâs talk about the real stuff. How big? Seven? Eight? Twelve?! Ouch-â Vaggie knocked Angel over the head with the back of her spear. âYikes alright, twelve is greedyâŠ. ten?â Angel whispered cackling at Vaggie who growled at her. Alastor, obviously unhappy, began to crackle with static, black shadows oozing out from the floor and encompassing the room slowly.
At the sight of Alastorâs figure demonically stretching the room fell silent, you only gazed up at the deer slightly aroused by his stature and the way his antlers screwed out like branches. âYouâre quite the sight.â You say dreamily, barely even noticing you spoke to begin with, Alastorâs head cracked down to you. Coming back to himself Alastor hummed out adoringly, petting your head but wanting to kiss you, unfortunately that was a step too far for him right now.
âUhm anyway, YN, can you please tell me about the deal?â Charlie begged worry on her face as she looked to you and Alastor. You felt the guilt crawl at you again. âI⊠well Iâm not sure why but thereâs just this pull i have to Alastor, he asked me to be his i said yes iâŠâ You veered off feeling too embarrassed by all the eyes, thankfully Alastor pulled you in theatrically waving his microphone around, taking the attention off you.
âWell this lovely doe was just made for me you see? Iâm perfectly capable of protecting such a divine creature and though I don't doubt your ability, princess I'd feel a lot more comfortable being the one to do so.â Alastor fired off sounding like a proper radio host as he did so. Charlie looked confused but then perked up happily.
âThis is thee perfect redeeming quality Alastor, love is so pure! This is great!â As Charlie felt giddy, Vaggie felt suspicious eyeing the red demon. âSo what did you even sell- what was the deal?â You hummed tapping your finger to your lip; well you didnât know, just that you gave yourself to him.
Looking up to Alastor for help here he happily obliged. âWorry not you angry little woman,â Alastor replied, pinching Vaggies cheek, her angrily pushing him off. âThe contract was nothing greater than marriage.â The entire room, yourself included, was surprised at this. You knew this was a soul binding contract, but for him to make that connection on his own was well to you sweet as ever. Your tail flicked happily behind you as you looked to Alastor who returned to your side.
Charlie was as equally as happy as you were, but Vaggie and Husk kept within the same boat of apprehension. âWhy so suddenly?â Asked Vaggie again, but Alastor shrugged her off. âIâm unsure dear, just that i couldnât resist this little doe. Like fate.â Alastor pondered meanwhile you briefly seethed at Alastor for referring to Vaggie as dear.
âMaybe itâs like some soulmate bullshit between deer?â Angel pipped up, putting in his required two cents. Husk groaned at that, but Charlie squeaked jumping up. âThat is totally possible! It happened with my dad! Well, yâknow in the beginning.â Charlie chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. Alastor shook his head rapidly a soft laugh echoing out of him.
âNo way dear, how is that possible?â He mocked bopping Charlie atop the head with his mic, you again werenât happy hearing him call another demon dear, but you let it fly. âWell you both are deer, could it be instinctual?â Charlie reasoned her pitch, giving away her uncertainty.
You hummed looking up towards Alastor to see him already looking down to you. âI think Alastor and I would need to talk about it privately before we have a group conversation about it. Itâs kinda of embarrassing.â You admit already tired of the discussion. Charlie however didnât like the idea of not having an answer, so with a plan in mind she turned to Vaggie. âVaggie can you take them to the library, maybe look some stuff up online? We need to figure this out.â Charlie asked giving Vaggie a look that conveyed this was more of a do this rather than a can you do this.
Nodding her head Vaggie looked at you, who looked at Alastor. Alastor shrugged and muttered he didnât see the issue, so long as you were safe. So you and Vaggie headed off, meanwhile Charlie calmly asked to speak with Alastor in private.
Alone in Alastorâs radio tower, Charlie sat on one side of the broadcasting table while Alastor sat behind it, tunes playing out of him. âSo Al,â Charlie started breathing out a deep breath. âCan you please tell me whatâs going on with the deal, listen i canât have them get hurt! Iâll even make a deal.â Charlie said sadly gazing off, she didnât want to make a deal, but she would.
Alastor watched her, and pitied her odd behaviour. Resting his chin on his hand Alastor sat quietly for a moment, Charlie waiting with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. âIt was nothing malicious that i can assure you. Although, iâm not sure what happened between them and myself, I felt pretty agressive in my feelings to protect them. Of course that private moment between us shouldâve stayed private,â Alastors words were stern as he glared down at Charlie who shrunk bashfully in her seat.
âBut suppose since you know i will confess in that moment of intensity, i did the only thing I knew how to do to my dear. Iâm not particularly good with emotions, and so I simply ensured Iâd have them with a deal.â Tapping his nails on the desk Alastor kept his composure but inside he was scolding himself for even letting that much truth out. Charlie seemed to like the sound of that though, nodding her head in agreement.
âSo you wonât, and you donât have any plans to hurt them?â Alastors ears pinned back subconsciously, he didnât enjoy being accused of cruelty when it came to you, and he didnât know he could be any more truthful. âMy dear i swear, on my mother, not a hair on their pretty doe head, will ever be hurt by me.â Holding his right hand up, head high Alastor watched as Charlie eased into a smile. Nodding at him.
Rejoining the crew downstairs Alastor and Charlie were shocked to see you and Vaggie had returned. âHow come you guys are back so quick?â Vaggie turned at the sound of Charlieâs voice, eyes bugged slightly. âYeah you wonât believe what we found.â Vaggie said handing Charlie a book about demons and mating. Charlie didnât seem too keen on the book âuhsâ immediately falling from her mouth.
You stepped up, opening the book to the checked marked place. âItâs species dependent on how mating affects someone, in this case Doeâs are more of a rarity in hell meaning it was an instinct for the two of us to kinda âmateâ or âbondâ to one another, as if we had to worry about going extinct.â You scoffed watching as Charlie glazed over the words while listening to you. âWeird. It must be because youâre a hellborn and an angel, so technically you can reproduce.â
A record scratch sounded out from Alastor, the lot of you looking towards his stiff figure. âDonât worry Al, weâre pretty sure youâre still unable to.â Charlie hushed to him, before giving you a look that told you, she didnât really know that to be true. You werenât worried though, almost a hundred percent certain that he would not be able to have children. âWelp, at least now we know thatâs a thing,â Angel sighed from the background, Vaggie glaring at him.
Pulling you into his side Alastor grinned his poise returned. âLook at us figuring stuff out why wasnât this just the teamwork we all needed, good job.â Alastor applauded slightly condescending, but Charlie was happy with it nonetheless giving two thumbs up to you and Alastor.
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tough cookie (with a gooey center)
childhood bestfriend!bakugou katsuki x reader
junior high to u.a.!bkg, bkg has a soft spot for reader, fluff (sfw)
part 1/3 of the cookie craving collection (completed)
more cookies for you? part 2 đȘ part 3
bakugou has always been tough.
your first meeting with him in junior high floored you, literally.
you were running late to your next lesson, darting through the school hallways with your books and notes hugged against your chest. you turn the corner into your classroom, and BAM!
you ran into the wall, headfirst. the sheer, brunt impact of the bump had you falling onto the floor with an âoof!â. your notes fell to the ground in a flurry of pages, and you winced as one of your books fell right on its corner, gosh, that dent is gonna be there foreverâ
âwatch where youâre goinâ, idiot!â
you looked up from where you sat on the ground, only to see bakugou standing in front of you, arms crossed. even as a kid, bakugou had quite the scowl.
âyou watch where youâre going!â you retorted, crossing your arms right back at him. âyouâre so big, blocking the doorway like that!â
âhah? the fuck are ya tryna say?â
âthat youâre really strong, moron!â you started picking up your notes, frowning at how crumpled they were. âi thought i hit a damn wallâŠâ you muttered quietly under your breath. if bakugou heard you, he didnât respond.
as you move to stand up, you lose your balance a little, and you trip forwards slightly. bakugou quickly catches you with a hand on your shoulder. the gesture catches you off-guard.
âyouâre clumsy as shit,â bakugou grunts, steadying you with his hand. he continues holding your shoulder, even after youâve regained your footing.
âwell, sorry âbout that,â you grumbled. bakugou raises an eyebrow at you. âthanks,â you say begrudgingly.
bakugou only grunts in response, his hand dropping from your shoulder, before he walks past you and into the hallway. you walk into class and made your way to your seat, ignoring the stares of curious classmates.
after class, you were surprised to see bakugou standing outside the classroom, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets â if you googled âhigh school delinquentâ, bakugou would probably be up there in the search results.
his eyes were narrowed, watching your classmates angrily as they made their way out of the classroom. then, his eyes met yours, and his scowl only deepened. you met his piercing gaze challengingly. you didnât know what bakugou wanted from you, and you were 1000% sure that he could absolutely obliterate you â with his fists or with his quirk, you just prayed he wouldnât use both on you.
but mama didnât raise no pussy. there was no way you were going down without a fight; you were going to face bakugou head-on.
instead of challenging you to a brawl, bakugou tugs the strap of your backpack, hard. the action has you so surprised, and you let out an unintelligent squawk of indignation as your backpack slips from your shoulder (damn your bad habit of always carrying your backpack on one shoulder instead of two). your life flashes before your eyes, and you think bakugou is about to clock you in the head with your backpack, or worse, beat you up, and stuff you inside itâ
bakugou slips your backpack onto one of his shoulders, turns around and walks away without a word, leaving you gawking.
âyour legs broken?â bakugou says loudly, still walking off with your backpack. you chase after him, hitting his shoulder and demanding him to give you your damn backpack.
that day, bakugou walks you home, carrying your backpack the whole way.
you had wondered if maybe, just maybe, bakugou had felt the slightest twinge of guilt for knocking you over in the doorway (though to be honest, you did most of the knocking over yourself, since you were the one who ran into him). maybe the sight of you on the floor was so pathetic, that he felt the need to make things up to you??
bakugou dumps your backpack at your feet once you reach your doorstep. you blink, and heâs already walking off, presumably in the direction of his own home.
âdamn you, bakugou,â you grumbled, bending down to grab your backpack. âthanks, asshole!â
you continue standing by your doorstep, watching bakugou intently, as if staring at his back would somehow answer all the questions swimming in your mind. you only enter your house after he finally disappears from your sight.
ever since then, bakugou started appearing outside your classroom after school, and heâd do the exact same thing â steal your backpack, and ignore your attempts to steal it back from him on the way back to your home. you didnât quite understand why, and neither did your classmates, if their bewildered stares and hushed whispers in the hallways were anything to go by.
after a week of bakugou walking you home, you had gotten used to his⊠distinct personality. you werenât surprised to see bakugou waiting for you after school anymore; you started looking for him through the class window, smiling when you saw him storming down the hallway, his usual annoyed expression on his face, and stopping outside your classroom.
then, instead of calling him a âpesky thiefâ when he took your bag from you, you started purposefully taking out a few books from your bag on days where you felt your bag was heavier (you were certain bakugou would have absolutely no problem carrying your bag, no matter the weight, but still).
youâd grown to like having bakugou around. you liked bakugou, and his brooding demeanour, his typically foul mood, his snarky insults, but most of all, his soft spot for you.
one day, on your way back home together, you found yourself getting lost in your own thoughts.
âya lose your tongue or somethinâ?â bakugou nudges you in the side gently with an elbow, and you snap out of your thoughts. âyouâre quiet today.â
you smile. bakugou was so observant.
âthe hell are you smilinâ at, idiot?â bakugou looks at you like youâve grown two heads when you start to giggle uncontrollably. âthe fuck? you good?â the genuine concern laced in his voice makes you laugh even harder.
âiâm good, iâm good!â you pause in your steps, and bakugou stops next to you too, looking at you expectantly.
you turn to him, beaming. âyouâre my best friend, katsuki!â
bakugouâsâ no, katsukiâs eyes widen as he takes in your words. back then, you didnât realise the true weight of your words. katsukiâs been called many things â a smartass, bully, asshole. was someone like him even capable of being considered a friend? much less a best friend? katsuki doesnât think so.
but looking down at you beaming up at him, katsuki starts to hope.
katsuki rolls his eyes at you and grabs your wrist, pulling you along as he grumbles about how youâre so damn weird and so annoyinâ sometimes.
you donât miss the light flush that spreads from the tips of his ears to his neck, or how the hand around your wrist is slightly damp with sweat.
when you reach your doorstep, katsuki (instead of throwing down your backpack) gently slips the strap off his shoulder and onto yours. you feel a hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair slightly.
you look up, but katsukiâs looking pointedly to the side, lips tugged in a faint scowl, and you decide to let him off the hook; you wonât tease him, not when heâs being this openly affectionate towards youâŠ
just kidding!
âawww,â you coo, wrapping your arms around katsukiâs neck to pull him down into a loose hug. âdonât worry, i love you too, katsuki!â
âhaaah??? shut the hellââ
âlook at you! youâre blushing, how cute!â
âiâll fucking kill you, you piece ofââ
after graduating junior high, you and katsuki remained inseparable, joined at the hip. he went to u.a., and youâd be lying if you said that that wasnât why you applied to u.a.âs support course.
âkatsuki, i got accepted!!â you jump into katsuki, who catches you in his arms easily.
ââcourse ya did,â katsuki squeezes his arms around you, and you giggle. âtold ya weâd go together, didnât i?â
you wrap yourself around katsuki like a koala to a tree. katsuki holds you safely in his arms.
âcan i be your sidekick, number one hero? pleaaaaase?â you ask sweetly, but you already know his answer.
katsuki smiles happily at you.
âyouâre my number one sidekick, sweets.â
katsuki was tough, but he was soft, just for you <3
BONUS:
âhey, uh, bakubro,â kirishima asks nervously. âwhatâs up with you and that girl from the support course?â
âyeah, yeah!â kaminari chimes in. grinning from cheek to cheek, he whisper-shouts, âsheâs cute! is she single? cuz iâm totally down to mingâ WOAHHHWOAHWOAH!â
katsuki doesnât let him finish, shutting him up with a crackling palm to his face. kaminari jumps backwards with a yelp. kirishima winces as katsuki storms down to hallway, back to his dorm room.
katsuki sighs as he kicks his door open, heâs so tired of their damn bullshitâ
âhey, âsuki!â you chirp happily. youâre sitting on the floor, legs crossed, with one of katsukiâs gauntlets between your legs. âhow was gym?â you ask without looking at him. youâre focused right now, thoroughly but carefully rubbing a bar of polishing wax into the gauntlet. katsuki notices how the other gauntlet resting next to your leg is glistening, scuffs and scratches gone.
ââsuki?â you look up when you realise katsukiâs still standing there in the doorway, wordlessly.
katsuki stares at you blankly.
âbe my girlfriend.â
the things i would do for a chewy cookie rn oh my dayssssss (itâs 1.55am) (my throat is getting worse)
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đ€ with Max verstappen. đ¶đ¶ pretty pretty please
i really really enjoyed writing this oneđ«Ąđ«Ą
song lyric prompt: âoh iâve never done it, letâs make it cinematicâ naked in manhattan ~ chappell roan đ€
warnings: loss of virginity, sex, fingering, swearing
minors dni
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âyou are serious? you havenât done it before?â
you shook your head.
max looked at you incredulously. he was supposed to be helping you practice different circuits on the racing sim since you were new to the team, but as it had gotten later at the redbull factory, youâd ended up sat on the floor next to the sim talking to max endlessly about your careers as he demonstrated his best laps for you. conversation was easy with him; as intimidating he seemed on track, he was actually very talkative once he got started, and youâd be lying if you said you couldnât listen to him talk for hours. whilst having a crush on your teammate wasnât technically against the rules, it felt like a slight misstep, even thought it was practically impossible when max was so fucking hot. after a particularly impressive lap time, heâd remarked that that feeling was âbetter than sexâ, and you replied jokingly saying you wouldnât know, which had lead you here.
âyou donât have the time? you donât want to?â he probed, apparently more interested in your lack of a sex life than finishing the mock practice session heâd started.
âum, i just havenât, i guess,â you laughed awkwardly.
âwow,â he replied, raising his eyebrows. âyouâre very beautiful, you know y/n. not to mention how talented you are on the track.â
âare you trying to tell me something, verstappen?â you joked, completely unserious and not expecting his reply at all.
âno. iâm ⊠offering.â
your face dropped. âwhat?â
âthereâs no one here. if you want to do it, why not do it with me?â
your brain short circuited. 3 time world champion max verstappen had just casually offered to take your virginity. he had an inarguable point; why not do it with him?
âok,â you said simply, feeling like a complete rookie once again. you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what to do.
he was still in the driverâs seat of the sim, a wanting lust in his eyes. he had found you hot since the first time you got into the redbull car and overtook him on a flying lap, finishing the practice session just 2 tenths ahead of him; he had wanted to fuck you since you got out of the car afterwards and teased him about it.
âcome here, schat,â he encouraged, motioning to his lap. you carefully stood up and straddled his lap.
âdonât look so nervous. iâm not gonna hurt you. unless you want me to,â he added with a smirk.
âi donât think iâm there yet,â you laughed, easing into his lap more. âwhat do i do?â
âwell have you kissed someone before?â
you embarrassingly shook your head; you didnât think any of your teenage âkissesâ really counted towards anything.
âok,â he said nonchalantly, tucking you hair behind your ear. âletâs start there then.â
he pressed his lips against yours, letting you get used to the feeling before you kissed him back, the movement coming to you instinctively. his hands remained firmly on your waist as he deepened the kiss, with his fingertips gripping you tightly as if he needed to hold you there. it felt like a movie scene, kissing him with such passion as the sunset cast golden streams of light through the large window at the other end of the room.
once you seemed equal parts comfortable and needy, max pulled away. âcan i take your shirt off?â
âokay,â you replied. he lifted the redbull shirt over your head, revealing a plain but cute blue bra. you were glad youâd at least worn matching underwear, even if they werenât particularly sexy. max ran a finger under one of the straps.
âcan i take this off too?â
you nodded again. nobody had ever seen this much of you before. he expertly unfastened your bra, slowly taking it off you before throwing it to the floor with your shirt. his eyes darkened at the sight of your bare boobs.
âso perfect,â he commented, mostly to himself, before palming one side with his large hand. he gently pinched your nipple, watching it harden beneath his fingers and enjoying the soft gasp it elicited from you.
âtake yours off,â you whispered as he continued to play with your nipples. you tugged at the bottom of his matching redbull shirt so he knew what you meant. he smiled at you before obliging, adding it to the growing pile of clothing. his chest was beautiful, toned to perfection but not too muscled, unlike his biceps that were thick from years of vigorous training. you knew he was bigger than you, but this visual confirmation made you involuntarily grind yourself against him.
he took this as a signal that you were ready to go further, helping you out of your jeans and underwear. you felt completely exposed, but it somehow turned you on even more knowing it was max you were exposed to. you sat back onto his lap, starting to worry about getting his jeans damp from your growing wetness. he placed a hand at the top of your thigh.
âiâm going to touch you, ok?â he said, making careful note of your body language and facial expressions in case you were uncomfortable. that was not the read he was getting; you wanted him, badly, and it was obvious.
âok,â you breathed, his finger tracing the length of your wet cunt.
âall this for me, y/n? pretty girl.â
you murmured in agreement, completely lost in the moment. his fingers moved smoothly against your clit, making you moan out and place your hands on each of his shoulders to stable yourself as he begun to tease your hole, starting by inserting just one finger and pumping it gently in and out of you.
âfeels good, max,â you confirmed, whimpering a little.
âgoing to put another in, ok? get you ready for me.â
he inserted another finger, your pleasure increasing, especially as he angled his hand so the heel of it bumped your clit as he fingered you. youâd touched yourself before, but having max do it was a completely different feeling and you found yourself releasing onto his hand sooner than you thought.
he coaxed you through your orgasm, telling you how good you were and encouraging you to cum until you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you came with a loud moan.
âyou like that, schat? huh?,â he said as you came down, brushing your hair back behind your ears.
âyeah,â you managed. you felt unashamed of how needy you were for him.
he took your hand and placed it over his crotch. even restrained against his jeans, you could feel how big his hard cock was.
âthatâs what you do to me,â he said, staring intensely into your eyes. âunzip my jeans, schat.â
you followed his order, unbuttoning the top and sliding down the zipper. he nodded, encouraging you to keep going. he moved his hips up so you could slide the jeans along with his boxer shorts down past his ass and push them down his legs just past where you sat. his cock hit his stomach, leaking a little precum from watching you orgasm minutes earlier. he ran a hand over himself, jerking it to show you that it wasnât scary.
âcan i?â you asked, nervous again. max nodded and you copied his movements, your hands much smaller than his.
âok, baby,â he moaned, moving your hand away. âgonna make me finish before i even fuck you.â
âwhat do i do?â you asked again, eager to have him inside you.
he instructed you to place your knees either side of him on the race seat so you could hold yourself up, and lined himself up with your entrance. you sank down onto him, gasping at the way he filled you up.
âok?â he asked, hands finding your waist again.
âyeah,â you replied. âfeels weird. good weird.â
max laughed. âyou want to start moving?â
you nodded and brought your hips up and back down again, sliding along his cock. âlike that?â
âyeah like that. thatâs good, baby.â
you did it again, feeling butterflies in your stomach and pleasure building up. max guided you up and down with his strong hands, never looking away from your perfect face and the expressions of pleasure that were gracing it. as he sensed you getting closer, he decided to help you and thrust his hips upward to match the pace youâd set for yourself, which slammed the tip of his dick into your g-spot and you really realised what sex was all about. it felt insanely good, bordering on too much but not crossing the line. max was getting close too; having his beautiful young teammate bouncing on his dick was really working for him, as he continued his praise of you.
âtaking it so well, schat. so pretty, you feel so good,â he moaned.
his words pushed you over the edge, another orgasm washing over you and the fluttering of your walls as you came was enough to push max too, and he spilled out inside of you.
you both went still as you came down from your highs, panting and sweaty, yet each of you thought the other had never looked better.
âthat was good, yeah?â max asked as you both re-dressed.
âreally fucking good,â you laughed. âi see what i was missing out on now.â
he chuckled as he checked the size of the redbull shirt in his hand to determine which was yours and which was his. he threw the smaller one to you and you put it back on.
âyou know, if you wanted to make this a regular thing, i would be happy to do that.â
you looked at him and smiled. âsure. thanks, by the way.â
he smiled back. âthe pleasureâs mine, really.â
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hii i read your fic with the humanalastor! x reader where they become like partners in crime (i loved it sm)
and got an idea based off of it
what if Alastor dies first and a few years later Alastor and the reader reunite after she goes to the hotel? thought it would be kinda cute :)
A/N ngl I was thinking of doing something like this so I am very happy it is desired by the people as well. Also, we're gonna pretend that the timeline I created wouldn't make her like over a hundred years old when she died, okay? Okay.
Cover Up Pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood, nothing graphic. Alastor being a depressed little bitch. Also a lot of dead bird metaphors for lost hope. Please let me know if I forgot anything.
Word Count: 1,971
Part One: Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)
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When Alastor had died, Y/n had shattered. Their years of holding one another's bloodstained hands had finally drawn to a close. They had a good run, nearly a decade before anyone caught on. His death also came with the added downside of throwing suspicion on Y/n. To say the event changed her life would be an understatement.
When Alastor had first woken up in Hell, he had mourned his loss as if she was the one who had died and not him. The allowance of such a foolish thing was short lived. He quickly realized there was no way Y/n wouldn't end up in Hell as well eventually, with her track record. He refocused his pain, his anguish into making sure he had the perfect world to serve up to her on a platter as soon as she arrived.
As the years ticked on, the little bird fluttering away in his ribcage became more and more despondent. He tried to distract himself by continuing his work, continuing his plans for her. Always for her. It worked to a certain extent but, soon it had been sixty years and she still hadn't made her arrival. It didn't matter how many overlords he killed, how many worthless souls he tortured. There was nothing that could take his mind off that.
Alastor wondered what sort of life Y/n had made for herself after his death. He wondered if she had found love again, held out hope that she hadn't. It was a selfish wish, he knew it. Alastor had always been selfish. It wasn't that he wished for her to be unhappy, just that he knew she was the only person, living or dead, out there for him. There was no hope for Alastor that wasn't Y/n and he wanted her to feel the same way about him. He didn't want to lose, to have been an idiot, to have been the one that loved more. At the same time, he didn't want her to feel that way either. It was complicated and confusing, the twists of his own logic.
Another decade and he began wondering if somehow his beloved wife had gotten into Heaven instead. He knew it was a long shot, after everything she had done but, she had also never killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Maybe there was some exception for women who killed their pursuers, when the pursuers were coming on too intensely or had ulterior motives. He wondered if she'd remarried, if she had kids. If she was still on earth, there would have to be something that was keeping her there and that was the only thing that made sense.
Eighty years, as it turned out, had been all he could take. The bird had died and its corpse had rotted, festering into anger. Not anger at Y/n no, never anger at Y/n but anger at the world, at the system of the afterlife. He became bolder, brasher, more foolish. He got caught in a bad deal.
Coming to the hotel had been a command, yes, but it had also ended up being something of a salvation for the man. In the seven years of his disappearance from the rings of Hell, there had been little to distract him from the growing hole of Y/n's absence. It was a hungry thing, a deep seated want, a controlling desire. The hotel served to fill it. Not completely, but a little. It was better than nothing. Besides, for all her violence, Y/n had always had a way of seeing the best in others, in the world around her. He was certain she would have liked Charlie if she ever got to meet her, certain the hotel would shine in his wife's eyes.
Husk and Nifty were the only two who knew. They had both met him when Alastor's focus had been the creation of a world for Y/n, it was impossible for them not to. They had both noticed how as the years had passed, he had said her name less, how he had become crueler. Not even Charlie had in inkling of an idea that Alastor might be missing something, might be unshakable heartbroken. He hid it well.
Even now as he entered the lobby intent on finding Charlie in order to discuss some of the decor on the upper floors, he made sure his smile was firmly fixed in place. A smile was the strongest weapon a person or demon could have, the strongest disguise. He made sure he was never without one.
"So you just arrived today?" he heard Charlie saying as he began to make his way down the stairs.
He could see her by the door, talking to a demon whom her position obscured from his vision. A new guest. Internally, Alastor sighed. This was throwing a wrench into his plans for the day.
"Yeah I... it's all so confusing here. Wonderful in a way, don't get me wrong but... when I heard about your hotel, it seemed safe."
The unknown demon's voice was soft, it pulled at his heart strings. The corpse of the bird was a puppet at its familiarity. It was a sickening feeling, the dead body of his hope being pulled up and twitched around for another's unknowing amusement. Alastor nearly faltered, hesitating on the last step.
"So are you actually interested in redemption?" Charlie asked, sounding downcast.
"Well, I'm not really sure yet. Is that okay? I mean, I just got here today and... either way, I love the idea of your hotel and I want to help. I could work as a maid? Or I'm a pretty good cook? My husband always said so anyways. I'm sort of trying to find someone too so... What I'm trying to say is that I could work until I've figured it out, if that is alright with you?"
Charlie hummed in thought as Alastor began to cross the room, heading straight for the pair.
"It's a bit unorthodox but, I suppose. We could always use another helping hand."
"Really!?" the stranger exclaimed, "Oh thank you!"
Alastor was over Charlie's shoulder practically now. She shifted on her feet, allowing Alastor to at last see the person she was talking to.
"So, what's your name?"
The demon opened her mouth to speak but, before a word could leave her lips, she was interrupted by a static filled voice. It brought back memories, hurt her heart to hear.
"Y/n."
There was no doubt about it. Even in her new demon form, Alastor knew. It was the curl of her hair, it was the brightness of her eyes, the way she held herself. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"When did you get here?" Charlie asked in confusion as she turned to the side, turning the pair into a group of three all facing one another, "Also, you know her? Oh my gosh, wait. Are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you not smiling before."
Neither payed the princess any mind, each absorbed in one another's eyes. Y/n took a sutering half step forwards, her mouth slightly open.
"Alastor?"
It was barley more than a whisper. She took another step towards him, then yet another. Lifting her hand, she gently cupped it around his cheek. Instinctively, the Radio Demon leaned into the touch.
"It really is you... isn't it."
Alastor pulled Y/n into his arms, wrapping her in his frame and resting his chin on the top of her head. Y/n was frozen in shock for a moment before she returned the gesture, balling her fists in to the back of his coat.
"Wow. You guys really know each other." Charlie mumbled to herself, eyes wide.
The pair pulled apart, Alastor still holding Y/n's waist as Y/n held his coat. She looked up at him, disbelief etched into her features, her sentiments reflected back to her in Alastor's own face.
"I thought..." he mumbled, raising a hand and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I thought I'd never see you again."
Y/n laughed tearfully.
"Me too."
"Where have you been? What happened? What... what took you so long?"
"If I had known I was coming to you, I would have died way sooner. I lived, Al. That's what happened. I only just got here today."
"I know, I heard, but what... what kept you?"
Y/n heard the tremor in his voice, the fear. She looked up at him, eyes narrowed.
"Are you jealous?"
Alastor's eyes flicked to the side momentarily. One of his ears twitched. It might have been nearly ninety years since they had last seen one another, they might've looked completely different and had whole lives the other wasn't in, but it felt like they had just seen one another yesterday.
"Oh, you so are!" Y/n teased brightly.
"Y/n."
"Yeah, yeah. It's just dumb is all, especially now I know you've been here all along."
"So tell me."
Y/n had always loved his insistence. It was what kept Alastor to his code, kept him to her, kept him him. She smiled once again.
"Soooo..." Charlie stepped in, her hands behind her back, "Either of you want to explain?"
Both Alastor and Y/n at last turned to look at her. He was smiling again, Charlie noticed. Not the normal ear to ear grin, teeth bared, she was used to. Something smaller, something softer. They released one another, only for Alastor to immediately drape an arm over Y/n's shoulders. It almost seemed like each feared the other would vanish into thin air if they weren't physically touching. She reached a hand up, gently holding his hand where it hung off her shoulder, keeping him to her.
"Charlie, this is my darling, lovely wife."
Y/n shoved him playfully and he smiled down at her.
"You're married!?"
"Yes." Y/n nodded, "We are. Have been for what, like one hundred years now?"
"So what kept you?" Alastor asked again and Y/n sighed.
"You really aren't going to let this go, are you?"
He shook his head. Y/n slipped out from under Alastor's arm, taking both his hands in hers. Her fingers traced his knuckles, the lines of his bones beneath the surface of his skin. Her eyes watched their hands, she sighed.
"After... well, Al, you died burying a body. It was hard for people not to know. I..."
"You got caught? You went to jail?" Alastor interrupted, his smile having fallen once again.
Y/n laughed slightly under her breath.
"No, heart. I stopped my own work but, the whole world knew of yours. I thought that... it was so dumb! I thought that... if I was alive, then so was the real version of you in some way. Not the true crime, vandalized version, but the person I knew."
Alastor lifted her face to his, his hand lingering under her chin.
"You were always secretly quite the romantic, weren't you."
"Oh hush you."
"Make me."
Y/n cheeks suddenly flushed bright red.
"Okay!" Charlie interrupted, laughing nervously, "Okay, well, I'm happy for... this, um, Alastor! Why don't you show Y/n around?"
"With pleasure."
Alastor leaned down, kissing Y/n gently. Her hand was half raised to burry itself in his hair when he pulled away, smirking in response to Y/n's irritated glare. Linking arms with her, he began leading Y/n to the staircase.
"I must say, I rather like this new look of yours." he hummed placidly.
"You're not half bad yourself deer boy, if a little cocky."
"I was always cocky. That's what you liked about me."
"Wrong. It's only one of the things I love about you."
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Free Use Jail Cell, Part 1
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (final) | extra: Police Reports | extra: Dinner date with Minho
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Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader
Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.
Word Count: 3k (part 1)
Chapter Summary: Officer Seo Changbin arrests you and has some one on one time with you before taking you to the station. You meet the other officers. (This chapter is Changbin focused, but a little bit happens at the end with the other officers.)
a/n: This fic will be in multiple parts because I get too impatient not to share what Iâve written so far. There will be two, possibly three installments turns out it will be more like 6 (tag list is open).
I refer to the officers as âOfficer Hyunjinâ, âOfficer Minhoâ etc just to make it quick to identify the characters.Â
The whole premise is planned and explained in the fic. The story is purely fantasy, but please be mindful of content warnings, as it has potentially triggering content. I want you to be safe here on my blog.
CW: planned fantasy role play, police arrest, nudity, unprotected sex in a semi public space, pain kink, roleplay pain, anal play, blow jobs, cum eating, name calling (both praising and degrading), reference to sexual acts, imprisonment, restraints (handcuffing).
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The lights of the police patrol car reflect in your rear view mirror, signaling for you to stop your car.
âDammit.â You sigh as you pull your car over to the side of the road.
You watch in your side mirror as a police officer emerges from his patrol car, and your heart rate increases when you see the well built figure approach your window.Â
âEverything okay, Officer?â You say innocently.
âIâm gonna need you step out of the vehicle, Ma'am.â He says sternly.
âBut I wasnât speeding.â You protest as he opens your car door and pulls you out.
âOuch! Youâre hurting me!â You writhe against him, but heâs too strong.
âNo. But youâve just resisted arrest, so youâre in big trouble little bunny.â He slams you front first against the side of your car and proceeds to handcuff your hands around your back.
âYouâve got the wrong woman, Dude!â You cry.
âThatâs Officer Seo Changbin, to you.â He tears you away from your car abruptly and tugs you towards his police car. âIn.â He throws you in the back of the car like a rag doll.
âBut my car!â You wail, as he slams the door and hops into the driverâs seat.
âShh. Itâll be impounded. Now not another word.â
âBut you havenât read me my rights! You canât do this!â
But Officer SEO Changbin ignores you as he drives away.
After half an hour of you demanding he explain what youâve actually been arrested for, and half an hour of being met with silence, Officer Changbin pulls off the main road and parks his car in a deserted space under a bridge.
Alarm bells go off in your head as you look around. The area is absolutely deserted. You frantically try to formulate a plan to escape. But even if you did escape, youâre fucking handcuffed.
The Officer opens the back door and slips in beside you, holding a tablet and stylus. âY/n. Twenty five. Female. Submitted a âfree use jail fantasyâ. That is you, is it not?â He quirks an eyebrow at you.Â
You stare at the man, but remain silent. Isnât that one of your rights?
Changbin sighs. âThis is your contract. I need you to understand the terms of our engagement.â
He holds the tablet in front of you so you can read exactly what you signed yourself up for.Â
I, y/n, agree to being held prisoner in a police station setting, where eight men have the right to use my body how they see fit. This includes: degradation, humiliation, spanking, oral sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration (includes use of fingers), double penetration, rough sex, use of props and restraints.Â
Please read below for further details.
You scroll through the rest of the pages. Details of the acts that may take place, photos of the men and their role, special interests and skills. They are fucking handsome as hell too.
What the fuck have you signed up for? It sounded good in your head. It sounded good when you applied. But now itâs real.. You gulp and look at the Officer.Â
âSign here.â He points to the space at the bottom of page 12.
âUmmâŠâ you nudge your head towards your restraints.
âOh yes of course.â Changbin releases your cuffs, opting to secure them in front of you instead. You take the stylus and sign on the dotted line.
You only live once right?
âGreat. So as of now you belong to us. Well, for the next 24 hours.â He says matter of fact.
You suck on your lower lip. âSo, like right now you could get me to doâŠthings?â You say in a small voice.
âYes, thatâs right. I could instruct you to do things. Or, I could just do things to you. Free use, remember?â He takes the tablet from you and places it next to him in the seat. Your eyes fall on his thick bicep and you feel an ache between your legs. He sits back, slouching against the backseat, and his eyes drop to your bare leg.
A heavy silence fills the car.Â
Changbin reaches out to squeeze your thigh, just above your knee and you hold your breath as his hand slowly slides up under your skirt.
âShow me your panties.â He whispers, lifting your skirt up. You open your legs for him.Â
His plush, pink lips part slightly. âTake them off.â He instructs.
You shimmy your panties off and wait for your next instructions.Â
âUnbuckle my belt.â
The chain of the handcuffs rattling, and his heavy breaths are the only sounds as you bring your hands to his belt. âUunzip my pants and take out my cock.â
Your heart begins to race, and your mouth becomes dry, as anticipation and fear bubble in your stomach. Your fingers shake as you unzip his fly and pull his length through the opening of his boxers. Fuck, he is so thick. Your eyes flick up to his.
âSuck it.â He says, staring at you.
You take a deep breath and bring your mouth closer to the fat tip, wondering you youâd even be able to stretch your mouth around it. You kiss the slit. Changbin hisses. âDonât tease.â He says with a gravely tone.Â
You swirl your tongue around the tip, then along the shaft, moistening it up. But Changbin is impatient, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, indicating that heâs had enough of your chaste ministrations.
You stretch your mouth around his girth and sink your head down over him. God, heâs not going to fit. Youâre going to choke.Â
âCâmon, deeper.â He pushes your head, coaxing you to take more of him. Your eyes immediately water, but you do your very best to suck him enthusiastically.
You feel his hand slide down your back and over your ass. You whimper when he lifts your skirt up and he spanks you on the ass. âDeeper.â He moans.Â
You lift off and take a big breath before taking him back in your mouth, forcing yourself to take even more of him. His fingers finds your pussy, sliding them through your wet folds. He gathers some of your arousal and brings the pad of his finger to your asshole.Â
âHmm⊠you feel like youâre gonna be so tight. The boys are going to have fun stretching out this little thing. You wonât be able to sit for a week.â He chuckles.Â
You moan at the thought, excited to be used.
Changbinâs finger breaches the tight ring of muscle as he presses inside. Itâs just to the first knuckle but itâs making you hungry for more.
âThatâs enough for now.â He decides, withdrawing his finger and pulling your mouth off his cock. You sit up whining at the loss. âAre we going to go to the police station now?â You inquire.
Changbin scoffs. âGreedy little thing. Canât wait for whatâs in store for you.â He strokes your tear stained cheek. âWeâll go soon. But not until you ride me. Climb on.â He nods towards his cock. âI want first feel of your pussy.â
You straddle Officer Changbin, wrapping your still cuffed hands around his neck, and he holds his cock steady for you as you lower yourself down on him. âFuck!â You squeak as you feel the tip against your entrance. âYouâre so big Officer. Iâm not sure I can take you.âÂ
You swallow, looking into his eyes. Thereâs lust there. You can see it. He looks like he could hurt you, but thereâs a kindness in his expression too, and you wonder if the other men will be like him?
âIf you canât take my cock, how are you gonna take two at once?â He whispers. âSit on it. I want to feel your walls wrapped around my dick.â
âWhat if I say no? What happens?â You challenge him.â
ââNoâs not your safe word.â He grips your hips and slowly lowers you down onto his length. âJust keep your eyes on me, sweet thing. Shhh. I know Binnieâs thick.â
You shake your head. âItâs too big.âÂ
âItâs gonna feel good. I promise. Let me stretch your tight little walls.â He breathes against your cheek.
You feel yourself stretching for him, slowly relaxing to accommodate his size. Inch by inch you feel him fill you.Â
âYou are tight arenât you? Fuck, like a vice.â He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breath.
You push yourself down all the way and pause.Â
Changbin opens his eyes again and lifts your skirt so he can see where youâre impaled on him.
âSee. Look at that.â He says in awe. Your eyes follow his as you lift up slightly and lower yourself again, watching him disappear inside you.Â
âBounce on me. Show me what a good little girl you are, and Iâll put in a good word in my report.â
He digs his hands into your ass cheeks, spreading them and using his grip on them to bounce you.
âI need you to scream for me. No oneâs gonna hear you, but I want you to scream your lungs out anyway.â
He grips you tighter, and as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and slams you down. You cry out. âAgain!â He growls as he slides you up his cock, and drops you back down. âScream.â
You cry out, screaming loudly.
âHurts doesnât it, bunny?â He uses his hips to fuck up into you ferociously.
âN-noâŠfeels goo-â
âSay it hurts. Scream like it hurts.â He growls and throws you off him and pushes your face into the car seat. He lifts your hips to meet his cock and thrusts into you forcefully. Every thrust is deep and hard. Your pussy feels stretched to its limits.Â
Heâs relentless, pounding into you harder and harder. The sound of your bodies colliding filling the car. The windows are steamed up, and you're certain the car is rocking wildly.
âStop⊠please⊠too hardâŠit hurtsâŠâ you scream. But you donât use your safe word. It actually feels incredible.
âIs Binnie too much, hmm? Poor little cunt struggling to fit me?â He mocks you.
You scream louder. He picks up the pace.Â
âFuckâŠIâm coming!!!â You let out the loudest scream your lungs can muster, as you clench your walls around Changbinâs cock.
âThatâs it, so nice and loud for me.â He helps you ride out your orgasm and then withdraws from your still quivering cunt.
âGood, compliant little bunny. Come, drink up.â He strokes your hair as he helps you turn around so you can wrap your lips around his cock again. He pumps the length a few times until you feel his hot, thick cum coat your tongue.Â
âOpen. Show me.â The tilts your chin as you present to him your mouth full of semen. âSwallow it up for me.â
You keep your eyes locked on him as you swallow the thick, salty substance, and then open back up to show him.
âGood girl. We need to get you into your cell.â He smirks and gets back into the front of the car.
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Itâs almost dark when you get to the police station and youâre feeling incredibly nervous about what lies ahead.Â
Changbin helps you get out of the vehicle, leaving your panties on the floor, and escorts you up the front steps of the building. It actually looks like a real police station too, and you wonder how on earth they managed to have access to this place.
The seven other men are waiting for you. They eagerly stand up from their desks as Changbin walks you past until you reach the cell at the far end of the room.
âIn.â He grunts, removing your handcuffs and pushing you inside and slamming the door closed behind you. You quickly take in your surroundings. Thereâs absolutely nothing in your cell except a mattress with two folded blankets on top.
âSo this is the sweet thing we have to break?â One of the men jeers.Â
âThis will be fun.â Another adds.
You turn back towards the men, who are all lined up on the other side of the bars. They watch you. So many eyes. On you. Some look mean. Others look kind. You recognise each of them from the photos, and you know from your research you need to watch out for the ones named Seungmin and Minho.Â
âY/n. Come meet the officers.â The Chef, Chan you believe his name is, says firmly.
You take a step forward.
âNo.â He stops you. âFirst, strip.âÂ
âOh!â You squeak. You hesitate. Are you really ready for this? But thereâs something thrilling about this situation, and you know, deep down, even though youâre nervous, scared even, you donât want to stop. Your hands tremble as they grasp the hem of your top and you pull it over your head. Leaving your top half In merely a flimsy sheer bra.
âFuck. Sheâs hot.â One of them men whistle under his breath.
âThe skirt too..â Chan barks.
âB-but-â you remember youâre not wearing underwear.
âSkirt. Off. I donât like repeating myself.â Chan snaps.
You lower your eyes as you peel your skirt down and let drop it to the floor.
âNo panties. What a slut.â Minho smirks.
You can feel all eyes on your bare pussy.Â
âLook at the officers before you y/n.â
You lift your head and look at the men. Â
âFor the next twenty four hours these men own your body. They want your cunt? You let them have it. They want to fuck your ass? Itâs theirs. They want to take you two at a time? Tie you up, use restraints? You do not resist. They feel they need to punish you? You take it willingly. They want to degrade you, humiliate you?âÂ
Seungmin laughs at that.
âThey can. If they want to treat you nice, be sweet, theyâre allowed to do that too. But you donât come without permission. They control your orgasms.â
Chan basically recites your submission request back to you.
âAlright. Come forward to meet the officers who will be taking good care of you over the next twenty four hours.âÂ
You take a step forward. âOn your knees.â Chan corrects you.
You drop to your knees, the floor is cold and hard, and you crawl over to where the men wait.
The one named Minho comes forward and presents his erect cock to you, sliding it through the bars. âCome say hello, kitten.â He says coldly.
You look up at him as you wrap your mouth around him, and he immediately takes hold of the back of your head to keep it still while he fucks your mouth. You hear several belts being unbuckled around you.
So this is the introductions then?
âChangbin and I will leave you to it.â Chan informs the group and he and Changbin leave you with the remaining six officers.
From what you can tell from the way Minho holds your head and watches you with intense eyes, is that the man can read your limits. He pushes in just enough to make you gag, but not quite making you choke. His rhythm is smooth and consistent, and when he cums you know heâs holding back a pretty moan. Heâs definitely a dom, but one that really understands a sub.
Felix, the pretty and gentle blond, is careful with your face, he doesnât push too far, and he lets you use your hand on him. But thereâs a glimmer in his eye that tells you he doesnât mind the kinkier side of things, or that he might like seeing you in pain.
Hyunjin. He doesnât even have to speak and heâs got you blushing. Just the way heâs looking at you, his tongue licking his pretty lips, has you dripping down your legs. The man is beautiful, sensual, and the way heâs working with you as you work his cock, moving with your mouth and hand, makes you believe he finds sex to be about connection. Youâre not entirely sure how that will play out.
Jeongin. Seems sweet and innocent, but his entire expression changes to demonic once his tip hits your throat. Youâre not sure what he has in store for you, but you know itâs not going to sweet, and you find yourself imagining all sorts of scenarios with him.
Jisung is next. Confident, demanding with his cock. Mumbles âslutâ a few times, and thrusts his hips erratically. Heâs unpredictable, and you splutter when he pushes far too deep for you. A flicker of fear and concern crosses his features, and you get the urge to help him stay in the character heâs trying to portray. You moan enthusiastically, and he quickly recovers, fucking you without restraint.
Seungmin is last. Heâs cruel with his words, and careless with his thrusts. Heâs energy is cold, and you know that if you need to be punished, heâs the guy to give it to you. That is until he comes back with an oversized shirt and a tray of food, and asks you if you have any questions about the agreement.
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You sit alone in your cell and eat your dinner, wondering what the night will hold. You donât have to wait long though, because Chan is walking towards your cell.Â
âY/n. Itâs time for your interrogation with Detective Minho and Officer Seungmin.â
Fuck.
âŁâŁ up next, interrogation time with 2min here
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user: do you think she's leading tom on and then gonna go for timmy
user: parents!!!
user: pls be together, i can't be a child of divorce again
user: yourusername i love you!!
user: tchalamet
user: tchamalet
user: tchamalet
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you are calling... 'timothee chalamet'
you: timmy help me i'm so lost and my phone is on 2%
timothee *laughing*: what do you mean? where are you?
you: i have literally no idea, i went to get breakfast
timothee: whaaaat, i went to get us breakfast
you *walking around london looking very lost* well you didn't tell me that
timothee *smiling fondly at you, but you couldn't see as you were looking around the streets* i did, i told you last night i'd get you your favourite
you: there was nobody in the hotel and i didn't know what to do. timothee please tell me you have a portable charger
timothee: i have a spare one for you
you: thank you! you're a star- omg i almost got hit my a black cab
timothee: hey, where are you?
you: i don't know, i think i've gone in a massive circle. should i get a taxi back to the hotel?
timothee *who had gotten excited to see you*: no! no-urm- oh hey, wait a minute hold on
you: my phone is on 2% please! *but you hold on, watching- or more so listening- as timothee greets what you assume was a fan, he keeps his phone on, and you're smiling at the screen (and pulling the occasional face) whilst you wait. he quickly hugs the fan and pulls his phone back out to talk to you* mr hollywood!
timothee: shut up, ok where are you?
you: i think i'm like *you look around you, missing timothee grabbing a quick screenshot of your facetime* i'm by _______
timothee: ok, i know where that is, or i think i do. wait there, i'll come to you
you: oh! there's a cafe, i'll get a coffee
timothee: i've got you one here!
you: i can drink two, i promise
you put the phone down, wanting to keep whatever battery you had and ordered yourself a coffee, taking a seat by the window. you were just lucky you had your journal to keep you satisfy while you wait for timothee to somehow find you.
(little did you know he was literally jogging to meet you in the cafe with a dying phone.)
you were half way through your coffee when the bell above the door rang and he walked in. you hadn't realised, leaning over the journal and scribbling away.
timothee noticed you- it was a relatively small cafe for london. he snapped a shot of you before quietly coming up behind you. he took his cap off, throwing it on your hair.
'you could've been anyone!' you say, closing your journal and turning to him.
'morning!' he grinned taking the seat across from you and shuffling in. 'how did you get lost?'
'there was nobody in the hotel and they said you'd gone out ten minutes ago, i didn't know you could get so far in ten minutes!'
timothee slid a bag over to you. 'i got your favourites.'
you had no idea how to act around timothee. working with him was fun, easy, you guys get along great. but after filming and after you'd been on another set and done separate things, it felt different. you guys weren't in your own little worlds anymore. you were with tom blyth and he was perfect, and then timothee would do small things, give you his jumper or his cap or pick up things he specifically knew you liked. but he had a girlfriend, he had kylie jenner! there was no way he was doing this in hopes of gaining your attention. maybe it was just how he was with friends.
'you didn't have to do that,' you said, taking off his hat and putting it between you two.
he shrugged, leaning over again. 'what? c'mon, course i did. it's a big day.'
it was premier day. wonka was premiering in london. this was your third premier, but was sure to be one of the biggest.
timothee grinned at you, watching your lips quip up. he pulled out a portable charger from his pocket, offering it to you. truth is, five minutes ago he didn't have one but when you told him you needed one, on the way to meet you he grabbed one.
suddenly, the barista approached your table and you grabbed the bag, thinking she was going to tell you guys off for bringing in food and drinks from somewhere else.
'I'm so sorry, i'm a big fan,' she said.
you laugh, throwing him his hat as he blushed madly at being caught. 'i told you! you can't go anywhere!'
timothee greeted the fan warmly before also introducing you. then, she recognised you too. it was still new to you, being known and people asking for pictures or something to be signed, but you were more than happy to oblige.
and the pictures came out. a few of the two of you with fans and in some, maybe a lot, maybe even most, timothee was looking over at you.
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user: OMG LUCKY
user: were they on a date???
user1: noooo, i think they were just meeting up
user: they always look so good
user: imagine just going to work and meeting THEM
user1: they were so cute, timothee literally brought her breakfast, saying he got her favourites which means he knows her favourites, like that's goals right there!
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user: style icon!!
user: does he realise there's other people but yourusername in the movie?
user: OMG I SAW YOU TONIGHT
user: can't believe i missed it!!
user: the last picture !!!!
user: WHY IS NOBDOY TALKING ABOUT THE LAST PICTURE???!!! THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER
user: yourusername is stronger than me, if timothee looked at me like that i would melt
tomholland2013: looking good mate, can't wait to see the film!
tchalamet: thank you brother, lunch soon đđ
user: tomholland2013, ariana, what are you doing here
user: he put a whole post up just for her
user: I WANT YOU SO BAD
user: her dress, stunning!!!!
user: he's literally so in love with her
user: ARE THEY DATING?
user: he's with kylie!!!
user: apparently she was there last night
user: she's stronger than me, i would not let my man look at another woman like that
user: is ship it
user: is this movie a god damn musical?
user: how can she be with tom one minute then timothee the next
user: EVERYONE PLS THEY'RE LITERALY FRIENDS, TIMOTHEE MAKES FRIENDS WITH ALL HIS CO-STARS
user: friends do not look at each other like THAT
user: they'd literaly be the hottest couple in hollywood
user: power couple
user: â€ïž
user: <<33
user: yourshipname
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user: SHE'S SO FUNNY WHAT
user: GORGEOUS
user: OMG
user: đ„đ„đ„
user: the last picture is my new screen saver thank you
user: HOW DOES SHE GET THAT CLOSE TO TIMOTHEE
user: HAWT
rachelzegler: the prettiest girl ever
yourusername: stfu, don't make me kiss you
user: first tom, now timothee, next she'll get harry
user: GUCCI OMG SLAY
user: my mother everybody, my mother
user: flawless
user: ur so beautiful
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yourusername: dude, get through the premier first
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user: timmy is literaly in love with you
user: plssss date timmy
user: i love youuuuu
user: wonka sucked!
user: slut!
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user: is hugh grant cgi in this movie or can he actually just do that?
yourusername: no cgi went into the making of this movie
user: she's so funny for what!!!!
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'Timothee Chalamet!' he had been yelled at all night, by fans, by press, by anyone and everyone. he'd already posed for cast pictures, getting in a huge line, holding onto each other and taking the pictures.
so what if he had reached across the director, paul king's, back to hold onto your arm. and surely nobody would notice if he looked over to gage your reaction and see you smile at him. it wasn't like there were hundreds of camera's around him snapping a shot of every moment.
he headed over to the woman who had called his name, pausing by the barrier to say hello. 'yes ma'am.'
'woah, don't you look amazing, as always. first of, who are you wearing tonight, you know i got to ask!' she said.
'this is my man tom, tom ford,' he answered, laughing awkwardly at the end. 'i almost went gucci- it was almost gucci, but i couldn't do that to harry.'
'you look good either way, have you had much time with your co-stars so far tonight?'
'yea i mean, i've seen hugh, spent some time with keegan, love to see the man. we all got some photos-'
his attention and the press's attention is distracted when you stroll up to answer some questions not far from him, close enough to see how radiant you look close up. his lips turned into a smile, his arm hovering somewhere between a wave and a nudge to try to get your attenstion.
'oh woah,' might have slipped past his lips as the press held the microphone up to his lips.
'doesn't she just look fantastic?' she asked.
'hell yea!' timothee smiled, focusing back on the interview, 'always.'
'now i know you got to go soon, so just one final question, would you like a bit of chocolate?'
his face lit up. 'chocolate, oh my god i would love some, thank you. can i take two?' he asked, knowing what he'd do with the other. he was offered two little chocolates and quickly said goodbye. instead of heading into the theatre, he headed for you.
as you were chatting with the press, he didn't want to interrupt. instead, he slipped by, gently touching your arm and reaching over to whisper: 'i'll wait for you,'. but your camera caught your blush and the way you couldn't answer properly after that.
once you were done with your questions, timothee was still there waiting for you. he hugged you immediately, rubbing your arms as goosebumps rose on them. of course he'd think it's from the winter evening, when it had everything to do with him.
'you look amazing, timothee!' you gush, pulling back.
'me? look at you, you're so beautiful!' he said, keeping a hold on your arm.
'oh shut up.'
the camera's flashes were brighter, bigger and the shouts increased as they caught pictures of the two of you. but neither of you would stop for pictures, heading into the cinema.
'here.' he gave you the other little chocolate and the two of you un-wrapped them, popping them into your mouths. 'at least you didn't get lost this time.,' he joked.
you rolled your eyes.
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user: omg it's happening, it's happening
user: AHHHHHHHHHH
user: mom and dad just hard launched their relationship
user: rue, when was this?!
user: a couple days ago, after the wonka press tour and the premiers, they were seen at dinner together and making out!
user: i'm so happy
user: real life lucy-grey and coryo
user: FINALY OMG
user: what about timmy :((((( he's so in love with her
user: he has a gf
user: i feel bad for timmy
user: THE THIRD PICTURE HELLO? WHY DOES MY MAN KISS LIKE HE'S STARVING
user: he only kisses her like that
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yourusername: i love british boys (i'm literally just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her)
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user: hard launch who?
user: they're so cute i can't
user: the caption, so real
user: omg it's so funny, do you think hugh has seen this?
user: she's back in london!!!
user: i love them please they're so cute
tomblyth: and i'm literally going to run into your press conference and ask you to be with me forever
yourusername: i'm sitting right next to you, clearly you're running nowhere
user: STOP they're so cute
user: i miss her and timmy!
user: notting hill!! she knows taste
user: i want her and timmy together
user: tom and her were made for each other, like have you seen their interviews
user: funny how timothee doesn't like pictures when it's featuring tom but he'll literally like all of her other pictures
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tchalamet: thank you london! and thank you for making me a (honorary) british boy!
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user: petty king!
user: plssss!! not after yourusername's post
user: he's so obessed with her i can't
user: i chose to believe yourusername took the first pic of him, it's laterally from the premier
user: COME BACK TO LONDON SOON
user: bring back little timmy tim!!!!
user: you were amazing in wonka!!
user: OMG MY MAN IS NOMINATED FOR A GOLDEN GLOBE
user: GOLDEN GLOBES BABY
user: i have the wonka soundtrack stuck in my head
user: is that yourusername in the last pic?
user: i love him!
user: marry me
user: omg he's so regulus black
user: how does he look good no matter what
user: DONT BE A FOOL AND GO GET YOUR GIRL TIMMY
user: in interviews, yourusername has literally said timmy is her celeb crush, girl same
user: how do you feel about tomblyth and yourusername?
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(Shouta Aizawa X G.N. Reader)
Warnings: Aizawa is 38 here, age gap (like it's 13 years), smut part is shitty and kinda rushed, excessive use of the word "as" because i literally cannot write, gentle dom, aizawa is kinda overbearing, dub con(?) jus towards the end though,
Word count: 2.3k+ words
Author's note: this is shitty but i hope you enjoy it ⥠âĄ/ aizawa is out of character/ smut is bad cuz i am even worse at that sorry àŒàș¶â âżâ àŒàș¶/
You stretched your back, hands clasped behind your head, hearing the faint sound of your spine cracking against the support of your chair. It has been hours since you started scrolling, looking for a job, your palm sweaty from holding the mouse. A click here, a click there, and a scroll downwards, then upwards again. You had recently moved here after graduation, and while you were managing well initially, the high cost of your apartment and day-to-day expenses had become too much to sustain without a source of income.
You scrolled further down when the computer screen displayed some words that caught your interest:
Name: Shouta Aizawa
Age: 38
Requirement(s): Babysitter
Requirement Information: 2 kids
Salary: To be negotiated later on
Contact details: [email protected] / XXXXX-XXXXX
Posted 1 hour ago
Okay, yeah, that was pretty brief, but the timing gave you hope that you might just get the job, so you clicked on his phone number and started typing away on your keyboard.
"Hello, I saw your post about wanting a babysitter and I was wondering if the spot was still free?"
You hit the send button and got up from your seat for the first time in hours for a small break. After about 20 minutes, you checked for a response and opened the chat again.
"Yes, it is. If you're interested, please come tomorrow at 8 am if you're available," followed by a link to his location.
A smile claimed your lips at the excitement of finally landing a job after so many tries.
When you saw his age, you definitely didn't expect him to be this... hot? Which father of two kids is this hot?
"Good morning. I believe you contacted me yesterday evening, yeah?" His smooth, deep voice is like music to your ears as you look at the sleep-deprived man towering over you. Rough stubble covers his face, his hair cascading to his shoulders, as his broad shoulders lean against the door frame.
"Oh... ah... yes, good morning. It was indeed me who contacted you... sir," you reply as he gestures for you to enter his house. You then take notice of his lavish yet cozy home, with toys scattered in the hallway. You both enter the kitchen, and he jerks his head toward a seat at the table with a low hum.
"Would you like to drink anything?" he asks, picking up his mug from the table as you shake your head.
"I am gonna be asking you a few questions and I need you to be honest with your answers." he commands, taking a seat opposite you. His black shirt puling slightly upwards, revealing his wrists as you give a simple nod.
"Firstly... What is your age?" He asks taking a sip from his mug.
"I am 25 years old.. sir.." You reply confidently however there is a frown on his face at your response. Was he... Upset? Afraid to loose this opportunity you quickly try and talk about your past experiences with kids as he interrupts you.
"No, it's not that I just hope you aren't lying about your age"
"Why... Would I?" You ask with a frown enveloping your face.
"I wouldn't believe you to be 18 with a face like that" He replies his tone rather blunt.
Ouch. His straightforwardness stinging lightly.
"Moving forward... do you party, drink or any of those stuff?"
"No, sir."
"Hmmm ... Fine, I suppose you can start working from today"
You give him a small smile as you mutter a small 'thank you'.
"Got any questions?"
"Actually yes! I was wondering where the kids might be so that I could ensure they're comfortable with me being around!!"
He gives a slight nod before replying his voice surprisingly gentle and low when talking about them "Yeah, they're sleeping right now. My eldest son; he wakes up at 9 and my daughter wakes up at 10:30." He gestures to a picture on the mantle showing a purple haired boy and grey haired girl laughing and playing together as you hear the faint sound of him taking a sip from his mug.
"They are so adorable." You gush smiling at their innocent faces. "And could I get some more information on what their personalities are like?"
"Hm.." he hums as he finishes the drink on his mug and sets it down on the table.
"Well my son is 9 years old, Shinsou that's his name, he doesn't warm up easily to people but he is quiet and usually plays with Eri or alone. Eri is my daughter she is 5 and quite literally the opposite of her brother, ahem.. she is talkative and quite sensitive. None of them are picky about their food, they eat anything that they're given and nor do they have any allergies.. and yeah that's about it.." He says rubbing his hands together and you can hear how rough and dry they are.
It had been two weeks since you started working in his house and only then you realised how often Shouta stayed away from home, any free time he got he would spend it with his children, taking them out for activities, cooking for them, playing with them, seeing how close he was with his son and daughter often left you with a smile on your lips at the close bond of the family. True to Shouta's word you could really see the difference in the way Shinsou would behave around you and around his father or sister and somewhere deep down you were a bit upset but you knew that all of this takes time and as long he was comfortable enough to have you around you were fine. But Eri on the other hand was absolutely adorable, she adored you and you adored her, say if you were watching Shinsou and Eri play it was Eri who would call you over and ask you to play with them. Aizawa on the other hand was always kind and formal with you sometimes even bringing takeaway for you, but whenever he was over you couldn't help but just look at his biceps the way they would bulge out from his shirt when he folded his arms, the way his hands would be disturbed with veins when his grip would tighten even in the slightest, and maybe.... Just maybe, you tried to catch his attention by wearing really short shorts or a tshirt that hug your body just at the right places.
But alas it was only you who kept drooling over him....
or that's what you thought...
You were seemingly unaware the amount of self control Aizawa had to practice just not to fuck you dumb on his cock.
It had been three months since you started working for him and you still found your gaze lingering on him for too long, initially it was at his face, then down to his broad shoulders, and then his chest, then it was further down to his hands and finally it was on his......
"Are you sad cuz papa isn't home today?" You hear the innocent voice of Shinsou behind you having counted your sighs since you woke up, which was according to him, around 32.
"No, no of course not Shinsou.. I am totally fine, just a bit tired" You lied, obviously you would. Why would you admit to finding Shinsou's father hot. Other than the fact that you want him to ruin you till you can't form any thoughts. And you definitely were sad that Aizawa was working till 9 pm that too on a Sunday.
Shinsou mumbles an "Okay..." walking away to colour his book that he had been previously doing before being worried about you. A few minutes after he had approached you, your face suddenly lit up as you realised that Shinsou was worried about you, you rushed up to him from the kitchen counter to the living room abruptly sitting down in front of him
"Are you worried about me Shinsou?" You ask excitedly your smile radiant. Shinsou earlier looking up at you looks away from embarrassment not replying, his ears turni red and you just couldn't help the aww that left your lips.
"Awww you're so cute!!" You squeal and your hand automatically goes to ruffle his hair and he doesn't pull away not this time and you realise that he has gotten comfortable with you, at that moment the door clicks open as Aizawa enters the house and peeks into the living room to see what the commotion was about.
"Papa!!!!" Eri squeals noticing her dad in the hallway as she runs up to him and Aizawa picks her up his voice gentle and soothing "Hey my love" He says kissing her on the cheek as she giggles from his stubble pricking her soft skin.
"Sup kiddo" Aizawa comes near you and Shinsou with Eri in his arms.
"Hello.." Shinsou greets him quietly as Aizawa bends down to ruffle his hair.
"All good?" Aizawa asks him and Shinsou nods as he goes back to colouring his book, Aizawa finally looks at you making your heart almost leap out as he gave you a small smirk "You seem happy, what's up?" He asks with a small groan as he puts Eri on the floor and she runs off playing "Shinsou let me ruffle his hair and he was worried about me!!" You reply excitedly your wide smile bringing a low chuckle from him.
"Oh yeah? What exactly were you worried about Shin?" Aizawa questions sitting down to look at what his son is colouring.
"(Name)-san was sad that you were working this late" Shinsou replies nonchalantly and you swear your eyes hadnt widened this much in your life, you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and Aizawa's eyebrows raise as he gives you a quick side glance before looking at Shinsou, he is about to say something when you interject denying strongly. "Shinsou!! I told you I was tired!! Thats not the case!!"
"Or, tired they say" He adds briefly, Aizawa doesn't even get the chance to say anything as you immediately get up picking up Eri and Shinsou taking them to their individual rooms ignoring any protests of Shinsou claiming how he was a big boy and he could stay up late, you argue with Shinsou for atleast half an hour before he finally agrees to sleep even though he was angry at you.
You head downstairs sighing and praying that Aizawa didn't pay much heed to whatever Shinsou said before as you head towards the living room to pick up the scattered toys and crayons only to be met with the sight of Aizawa sitting on the couch and while normally he isn't intimidating the way he sat with eyes closed, arms folded his right leg over his left reminded you of your father and his strict nature slightly intimidating you, quietly you pick up the toys glad that he fell asleep; as you picked the last of the toys you heard Aizawa's voice boom through making you freeze in your tracks "Still upset that I had work today?" You dont reply for a long time not trusting yourself to speak but when you do your voice is slightly shaky "No... No not at all.. why would I be.. you know Shinsou he just says whatever he wants..."
"Oh yeah? Does he?"
"........ okay well not ... Not exactly....."
You mumbel turning around to face Aizawa only to find him standing infront of you as looking down at your compared to his smaller form.
"Well then, answer my question."
You look away nervously chewing on your bottom lip, coating them pink with saliva, Aizawa tries to resist the urge to kiss you but fails as he grabs your face roughly pulling it closer to his, smashing his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and you can sense the sexual tension between you melting away.
You both pull free from the kiss, the room filled with pants, yours being much louder than his, taking in huge gulps of air.
You feel Aizawas arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer towards him.
"My room or the couch?" He whispers in your right ear his voice sending shivers along your spine.
It had been an hour since Aizawa had been prepping you after finding out you were a virgin, where once it burned to even have a single finger of his inside you, now you could easily 4 of his fingers at once.
Yet, tears spilled from your eyes when Aizawa pushes his dick (just the tip) inside you as Aizawa kisses away you tears with soft coo's of 'just a bit more' 'you're doing so good baby' 'it's just a few more minutes yeah, we will start to feel good real soon' rubbing soothing circles in your back as you sink your face into his shoulder blades, his intoxicating cologne filling your nostrils; finally after what felt like an eternity your hole sits down on his his dick as he gradually thrusts into you making you whimper and groan.
"So fucking good for me.. shit... Ugh... Fuck so tight, so fucking compliant.... Shit baby .. you feel so good"
You hear him praise you but you're barely able to register even a single word due to your muddled state of mind, your whines get louder, his thrusts getting more faster and rapid now. He hits a particularly sweet spot as you rise your head to scream at the pleasure coursing through your body "That's the spot is it." Aizawa grunts angling his hips to hit that spot, chortling at your desperate and meek attempt to push him away.
"Cum... Sh...shit... Gonna cum... Fuck..."
"Yeah? Gonna come for me? Gonna come from this cock fucking you stupid?"
You nod your head frantically chanting a mantra of 'so good's', orgasm coursing through your body, your body trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm as you lay limp against his chest.
After what feels like a few minutes you feel Aizawa thrust into you making you whine from the overstimulation
"Cant... No... No please... Hurts..."
You try to push him away only for him grab your wrists with his hand behind your back as he increases the pace of his thrusts
"I am yet to come baby, just a few more rounds 'kay?"
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TW...? Mentions of alcohol, implications of sex.
Part 2
"Come on, just go." Kaminari hisses under his breath, impatience and anxiety curling around in his stomach as he stands just outside the convenience store.
It's late at night, phones showing a bright 9:37 on the screen, as Bakugo, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari stand outside the store. It's the last day of school before the summer and they're all finally of the legal drinking age.
So what better way to celebrate the end of school than with alcohol?
"Why do I have to go in first?" Sero's frowning, harshly slapping at Kaminari's hand as he tries to push him forward.
"You're the tallest?"
"Kirishima's the buffest-"
"Shut the fuck up, idiots." Bakugo growls out, pushing past them and barging into the store. His aggressiveness has the door squeaking loudly before slamming back down into frame.
You look up from where you're seated at the register, a lazy glare on your face. "You're responsible for anything you break. Even doors," you drawl out with a frown as you take in the sulking teenager.
He glares at you, "Where's the drinks?"
"Rude." You scoff, dropping the magazine you were looking at and pointing to the far right. "Sodas and juices are over there." You murmur.
But that only seems to anger him further, "Not sodas. Drinks. Alcohol?"
The door opens again, and three more boys walk in. These ones are more shy and nowhere near as rude as the ash-blonde.
You sit up and raise a brow at them. "We don't sell alcohol to minors."
"Minors?" Sero scoffs indignantly.
"Hey- you look younger than us!" Kaminari pouts.
You roll your eyes. "I'm 18, okay? Now, if you guys want some drinks, I'm gonna need some ID." You say with a smirk, eyes focused on the brooding blonde that had barged in first.
He glares at you angrily as he stalks forward, slamming his student ID card down on the counter. You look down at it, showing little interest at first, until you catch sight of the letters on the top right of it.
"No way," you pick up the card, "You guys go to UA?" You ask, looking up at them. "Hero Course too?"
The shock and admiration in your gaze has their chests swelling with pride, with Bakugo leaning his elbows on the counter and smirking down at you. "Isn't it obvious?"
You raise a brow up at him and grin, dipping your hand into your back pocket to bring out your phone. "Oh yeah. You're the one they chained up some years ago, right?"
He scowls. "You mean the one who won."
You scoff, hopping off the stool and rounding the counter. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on, I'll show you the drinks."
They grin, quickly following after you.
"This is your first time buying alcohol, right?" Ypu say as you stride into an aisle, dark bottles and cans lining the shelves.
"Is it obvious?" Kirishima asks shyly.
You shrug as you begin looking over bottle labels. "Yep. I'm sure you also don't know much alcohol, right? What drinks you want?"
Bakugo glares. "We're not fucking idiots."
"I didn't say you were," you roll your eyes at him. "But anyways. What's your budget, hm? Do you want something strong or something that tastes good?"
The boys crowd in on you, looking around the aisle as well. "Um...." Sero huns as he looks around. "Somethung that's strong. The strongest you got."
You look back at him. "You ever heard of overdosing? Kidney failure? Alcohol poisoni-"
"Where are you going with this?" Bakugo snaps at you.
"I'm starting to see why you were muzzled." You murmur as you pull out a bottle of Smirnoff from one of the shelves and hand it over to Sero. "This is a good option. It's strong and doesn't taste that bad compared to some others." You shrug.
"We'll take it!" Sero exclaims as he grabs hold of the bottle.
"Cool," you hum and look at him. "How many? Just the one?"
"Three." Kaminari says.
You turn to grab two more bottles from the shelves. "You know you shouldn't consume the three in one night," you say. "It's strong, and you guys haven't built any tolerance to alcohol so..." You hand the two bottles of Smirnoff to Kaminari and Kirishima, purposefully avoiding Bakugo, "Just be careful, is what I'm saying."
They hum, not very convincingly, but you can't force them to take your advice.
"Your total is 11,350 yen," you hum as you sit behind the cash register the last item they'd picked. You'd managed to convince them to get some sodas to chase the alcohol, and then they'd wanted to pick up a few snacks as well.
The boys were talkative, and the store was empty. They'd talked about how they were having a small end-of-school party in their dorm, and you smiled and laughed along with them, all while getting them to increase the number of items in their cart.
After all... your dad owned the convenience store, and you were looking at some new bikinis you wanted to get for the summer.
A little persuasion wouldn't hurt anyone.
They pooled together cash to pay and excitedly picked up the bags of what they'd just bought.
"It was nice meeting you, YN." Kirishima says as he grabs the last bag, flashing you a wide smile.
Kaminari joins in, "Yeah. We should hang out sometime." He offers.
You shrug with a small smile, "No problem. I'm mostly here... I'll be here a lot during the summer, so you can always drop by."
They begin leaving, and once the door closes, you lean on the register, picking up the magazine again.
You almost groan at the squeak of the door, already too tired to deal with another customer. You turn to glance at who it is, shocked to see Bakugo again.
"What are you doing back here?" You roll your eyes at his permanent scowl.
He grunts at you, continuing to walk to the counter wordlessly, hands stuffed in his pocket.
"Oi," you raise a brow, annoyed at how he was ignoring you. "You really need to work on manners."
He huffs as he stands right before you, opposite the register. He's quiet for a second before he glances to your left momentarily... then again, and a third time.
"What is it, mute?" You huff, arms folded as you follow his vision. "Oh-"
You chuckle, amused. "Big night ahead?"
"Just- shut up and pass the shit." He grunts in annoyance and embarrassment.
You laugh, "Calm down, okay? It's just some condoms." You roll your eyes and grab a few different ones, laying them out to him. "First time buying?" You raise a brow.
That's not entirely what you mean, though. And he picks up on it.
'Virgin?'
He sighs, "Obvious?"
You shrug a bit. "Kind of, yeah." You look down at the selection. "You know your size?" You ask, and he while pointing to the one on the left.
You hum, and scan it. He keeps looking at you as you bring a disposable bag to pack it in.
He struggles to muster up the courage, "Um..."
You look up at him as he stutters, and it has him struggling even harder. It's weird, and it pisses him off, how you're looking up at him when he's buying condoms.
"Any tips?" He mumbles softly, already mortified and wishing he could take it back. You're a stranger, and you've already shown how much you enjoyed making fun of him- why would he think to ask you such?
But you just shrug, "Do what feels right. Don't overthink." You say and hand him the bag. "The aim is for you both to feel good."
He hums and nods. "Thanks..."
There's silence for a few moments as he pays and takes the bag, and just as he's turning to leave, he stops again. Bakugo pulls out his phone swiftly and throws it onto the counter even quicker.
"Can I..." he trails off.
You stare at the phone for a while, then back at him. You smirk cheekily. "Sure." You chuckle as you put your number in his phone.
He takes it, looks at it for a second, before stuffing it back in his pocket. "You're here for the summer?" He asks.
You said so already..., and he knows.
"Yeah," you reply, leaning on your elbows. "Drop by anytime."
He hums and looks at you before turning and walking out of the store.
#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#bnha x reader
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pairing: sirius black x reader
contents: animagus!reader, reader gets a little banged up but not tooooo bad
part of the ongoing sirius x cat animagus!reader series (?) i have going on
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12
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James is howling, much like Remus would, with his back up against the fridge. Well, he's doubled over in laughter, thick tears streaming down the sides of his face, so really he's got his ass up against the fridge, but no one thinks to chide him for it. Not while Remus is silently shaking in laughter, face beet red from trying to contain it, and Sirius is bent in half cradling your chin in his hands.
"I'm sorry," Your boyfriend pledges for the ninth time since it happened, "I'm sorry, darling, we didn't know you'd hit the ceiling."
"You hit the ceiling!" James gushes, tone entirely too cheery, "Remus-! Remus, Remus, she went like-!" He demonstrates your rather panicked jump with clumsy hands, and the other man looks as though holding in his laughter is physically paining him. It finally escapes in short bursts until he's laughing along with James, albeit kinder and more sheepish.
"That was mean of us," Sirius recognizes, "We just- we wanted to see if it worked!"
It worked.
They'd tested out a phenomenon, they'd made you their guinea pig, and they'd spread tinfoil on the countertop over your favorite seat. You like birdwatching from the bay window that's nestled into James's kitchen, but when you'd hopped up there today, what you now know as your reflection had jumped right back at you. At the time, however, you'd just seen an incoming attacker and you'd bolted, springing back off of the counter and, unfortunately, bumping into the low-hanging ceiling. All three boys had been witness to your unfortunate flight, and your face is firmly set in a scowl while Sirius tries rubbing the pain out of the spot that you'd bumped.
"It's not funny," You spit at James and Remus, the latter of which at least tries looking like he's sorry. James is too busy gasping for air, so he ignores you.
"It's not! It's not funny," Sirius promises, but even his voice trembles with a laugh as he tries stifling it by pressing a kiss to your head. You feel it, you feel his soft exhale against your sensitive scalp and you let out a grunt of frustration, squirming out of his hold and stalking off.
"Fuck you guys!" You shout, even though all four of you know your ego will stop aching in mere hours, and you'll forgive them for a homecooked meal and a new pair of fuzzy socks, "I'm gonna lock myself in your room, and shred holes in all of your underwear!"
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A Flashy Act-Buggy x Reader (One Piece Live Action)
Summary: You and Luffy find yourself with new members for your small pirate crew, quickly after stealing the map to the grand line, you're all kidnapped by a crew of pirates.
(Based on the One Piece Live Action!! since no one has written about Buggy which has surprised me. Enjoy this one shot Buggy fans!! You guys can decide if you want part 2 to include smut or notđ© next part will be written depending on how well people like thisđ€Ą)
"You know I'm gonna be king of the pirates. It's the first time I've had a ship like this." Luffy excitedly told the ginger haired girl.
"I know you've told me that many times already. Can you please be silent for once?" She asked getting annoyed by Luffy's constant talking.
"You be quiet. The kid's just excited." The green man known as Zoro told Nami.
Nami was trying to open the lock which was protecting the map inside.
Both of them unexpectedly helped us, when Luffy and I broke inside to find the map to the grand line, with a bit of help from Koby who had been kidnapped by Alvida. Thankfully Luffy saved him, the young boy said he wanted to join the Marines.
Luffy and I had entered and quickly met Nami and Zoro. Zoro was tied up with Nami dressed as a Marine trying to also have the map Luffy and I were after.
I have been by Luffy's side since many years now. Since he was a small boy, I am only just a couple of years older but I was the second person who raised him. The first being my older brother,l Shanks.
Just earlier the four of us were fighting a couple of Marine soldiers with Axe Hand Morgan trying to stop us, and almost did. If it weren't for Zoro and Luffy's help then we might've already been executed.
"He's just being enthusiastic about all of this. There's no need to be so mean." I said glaring at Nami and she glared back as well.
I decided to not say anything else to her so I walked over to where Luffy was holding onto his straw hat.
He had a smile on his face when he turned to look back at me. "Can you believe this, (Y/N). We finally have have a crew. I can only imagine the look on his face if he were to see me."
"I know he'll be proud. You're slowly becoming a true pirate." I nudge his shoulder and saw him smiling as he stared at the dark skies.
"I think we all make a pretty good team."
"Why do you even protect that hat so much. It looks like to fished it out of the trash."
"One man's trash is another man's treasure." Luffy replied to Nami when she spotted him holding onto the hat.
We all looked back and saw Nami has successfully managed to open the lock. "You did it!" Nami picked the map and unrolled it. With the four of us standing close looking down at it.
Luffy didn't get it or understood where the Grand Line is, so Nami began drawing it for him so he could understand it better. Rogers treasure is hidden somewhere in there.
A loud sort of bomb was heard with the sky now turning red. We all ran out of the ship and saw something explode in the sky. Zoro was the first to fall to the floor and Nami began to cough before she collapsed.
Oh shit. I tried to cover my mouth and nose but to was too late and I also fell to the floor and collapsed.
"Shhh (Y/N)."
I jumped up a bit and opened my eyes to see Luffy a bit too close to me. I rubbed my eyes and tried to stand up but saw that the four of us were inside of a wooden box.
"What..how did we get here?"
"It wasn't the Marines work. Before we all collapsed, I saw a ship heading towards us." Luffy said with Zoro quickly replying to him.
"It'll be easy then. Marines have training. Pirates don't."
We all were quickly met with circus music when the top of the box was removed along with the rest of the box. What the hell?
Zoro, Nami and I looked at each other weirdly when we looked at our surroundings. We were inside of a huge circus tent.
Red and white colored stripes with lights decorating the place, weird looking people and a crowd that were seated but we're tied by their ankles.
The crowd continued to clap with Luffy doing the same but Nami and I stopped him.
"No no no. Stop clapping! It's all wrong"
The four of us looked over at where the voice was coming from and we all looked to our left, and saw a tall man come through dressed entirely as a clown.
Long coat, bright blue long hair with exaggerated makeup and a red clown nose.
"The spotlight was late, it missed my entrance. And where oh where is the lion?" He said standing close to a man with white bear ears?
"Heyy. I know you." Luffy said which made me look back at him wishing he hadn't spoken.The man with blue hair turned to look at us. Wait..Luffy is right, we've seen him before.
"I saw your Wanted poster at Shell's town. You're the clown guy..umm..uhh. Binky, right?" He asked.
I nudged Luffy's shoulder. "Shut up, Luffy. That's Buggy." I muttered seeing that the clown kept his eyes on us.
"Buggy." The pirate corrected and grinned. "Buggy the Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester." He said when no one spoke, seems like no one here knows about him.
"That one beside you seems to be the only one who's heard about me." I felt nervous when his blue eyes landed on me and he smiled.
I had only heard of him, and saw him on the Wanted poster. But I swear I must've at least since him once beforeâŠ
He's creepy..but weirdly find him attractive. Maybe it's just my brain distracting myself from danger, who knows.
Luffy seemed impressed, "Wow. You have a lot of names."
I nodded my head and looked at Luffy, "He does. Everyone in the East Blue knows who he is."
"What did you just say?" His expression changed when I suddenly said that. Which made me confused.
"That everyone knows who you are?"
"Nose?!" I was paralyzed when Buggy came over and was now holding onto my face.
"Are you making fun of my nose?" He said a bit too close to me.
"I swear I wasn't! But..now that you mention it, is that thing real?" I asked genuinely wanting to know.
Buggy tilted his head as he stared at me, "You're kinda cute." He hummed and grinned
I saw Luffy's hand slowly started to try and tough the clowns nose until he smacked his hand away. The clown grinned looking down at me and stepped back letting go of me.
"You think you're so clever⊠What's real is I've been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe Hand Moron. Only to find out that I was upstaged by four little nobodies, who stole it from right under my no-âŠNo!! It's in my head now."
"Hey! I'm not a nobody. I'm Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be king of the pirates." My best friend said making Buggy laugh.
"Oh! Now that's funny. My bounty poster graces the marquee of every Marine Outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the East blue has ever known. I am destined to find One Piece. And when I do. I will be King."
"No, you won't. 'Cause I'm gonna find it first." Luffy told him.
Zoro stepped between us and looked at the other clowns behind Buggy. "I am Roronoa Zoro. Drop your weapons now and I may let you live."
This made Buggy laugh while looking at the green haired stoic man.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight. Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale."
Buffy retrieve a set of blades and smiled at us.
"My freaks put quite a bit of a rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can reward them with that map.. I suppose I'll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead."
Nami stepped between Luffy and I now, now looking at Buggy. "Wait. What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map? What if I give you a new freak for your crew?"
"A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all the East Blue. Besides you, of course."
Nami glanced back at me and I glared back. Nami has grabbed Luffy's straw hat and tossed it up, just when Luffy showed his devil fruit powers, Nami left running.
"That little bitch." I whispered glaring at where she left.
It wasn't long at all when they brought her back and she revealed that Buggy's crew had destroyed the entire town.
He shrugged his shoulders as he stared at her. "Not everything. I let 'em keep their hands."
The sign for "clap" was lifted again, making the poor towns people begin to clap.
All the lights were suddenly focused on Buggy again. "I know one of you has my map, and I'm going to get it back." He said in a serious voice now.
"What was it you said, Rubber boy? That ir was in a safe place. Don't look so surprised. I got eyes and ears everywhere."
"I know where it is." I spoke up making all eyes turn to look at me.
I began to laugh as I showed the clowns and Buffy my middle finger. "You can all suck it or shove it up your asses.
Buffy clapped and at the people surrounding him. "Okay! Let's make our guests uncomfortable in the green room." A few clowns came to grab Nami and Zoro.
While another pair came to grab Luffy, Buggy stood behind me grabbed my neck and grinned looking at Luffy and looking back down at me.
"And I am gonna have a chat with our new pals.."
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Come Home With Me (part 2)
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader
Warnings: fuff, smut!
part 1
You were a mess the whole week. You broke up with Andrew after the wedding not to reconcile with Carlos but because you didn't want to give him false hopes anymore. Because you knew you couldn't love him the way he deserved.
All your pain was back, pain that never really even left. All the emotions that you suppressed and pushed under the carpet, lying to yourself that you were over it, now resurfaced.
Not even a week later, the celebration of Isabella and her new husband did not stop. Only this time it was much smaller, in a small circle of close friends in their new apartment.
You were sad and listless, but since you didn't, you couldnât, enjoy your friend's wedding celebration, you decided to respect her and come to another party she threw.
And he was there too.
It was all too much for you, you couldn't relax at all so you decided to let the alcohol do its best. And it did. Glass after glass and you soon became carefree. Your head was floating and your eyelids were getting heavy.
You never took alcohol well. When you were in good company, you always drank like everyone else, but you never knew the limit when you should stop. You would always feel too good and relaxed until it suddenly took you away. And so it often happened that you overdrink and get drunk, just like this time.
When you were together Carlos was always the one who took care of you when you drank. He was always overly protective of you, especially since you were 5 years younger than him. He never let you out of his sight and always made sure that no one approached you or looked at you in a way he didn't like.
âI think youâve had enough.â Carlos said approaching you and taking the glass from your hand.
âI wouldn't agree with you.â You slurred reaching for it, but he took your hand turning you around and pressing your back against his chest. You leaned your head back against his chest as his arm rested around your waist. âYou donât get to hug me like this.â You mumbled drunkenly with your eyes half closed.
âLet me take you home, youâll pass out if you keep up like this.â He said.
âI don't need you to drive me home, I can drive myself.â You stated confidently even though you probably couldn't even get to the car without someone else's help.
âThere is absolutely no way Iâm letting you drive like this.â
âLet me just find my keys. Iâm sure they are here somewhere.â
While you searched unsuccessfully all over Isabella's apartment for your apartment keys, which were in your pants pocket, Carlos meanwhile went to inform your friend that he was driving you home and that heâs gonna take care of you.
âVamosâ He said coming back for you.
âDonât you vamos me. I can vamos myself.â You talked nonsense trying your best to walk as straight as possible, but obviously struggling.
He couldn't help but laugh at you so as soon as you left the apartment and closed the door behind you, he lifted you up and took you in his arms which made you let out a scream and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck.
âPut me down!â You protested, but he ignored you enjoying the feeling of your skin against his. He wanted to kiss you, but he didn't want your first kiss after so long to be like this.
When he put you in the car on the passenger seat, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the window beside you. He admired you for a minute taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He brought it up to his lips leaving a small soft kiss and continued to hold your hand the entire drive to your apartment.
You unconsciously squeezed his hand in your sleep, which brought a smile to his face. He knew that no matter how much you resisted, he would always have a soft spot in your heart.
After a 15 minute drive to your apartment, you finally arrived and you were still fast asleep. Only when Carlos took you in his arms again did you start to wake up.
âCarlos?â You murmured softly leaning your head more into him.
âHm?â He asked walking with you to the door of the building.
âPlease donât leaveâ His heart trembled when he heard you say that. He wanted to tell you not to worry, that he will never leave you again if that's what you want, but he knew that there was no point in saying it now because you certainly wouldn't remember it in the morning.
âI wonât leave, baby, donât worryâ He soothed you.
Once you reached your apartment, he immediately took you to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. You woke up enough to kick off your shoes and pull Carlos to sit on the bed next to you.
âCome hereâ You whispered putting your hands on his cheeks and pressing your lips against his. His hands found your waist pulling you closer to him. You were quick to straddle him as you sat in his lap and he hugged you tightly without breaking the kiss.
âI want youâ You whined quietly into the kiss. âI want you to touch me, I want you to fuck meâ He groaned at your words throwing his head back as you kissed his neck. The bulge in his pants grew uncontrollably as he felt you rub against him and roam your hands through his body.
âBaby, no..We canâtâ He sighed taking your wrists into his hands and stopping you. He couldnât believe he was rejecting you. You. He couldnât believe it. He missed your touch immensely, and your body in every possible way, but he didn't want you to think tomorrow morning that he took advantage of you. Heâd never have sex with you while he was sober and you were wasted.
âPlease Carlos..Itâs been so long since I cameâŠâ
âOh fuck y/n..â Your confession knocked him off his feet. He squeezed your waist sighing. He leaned his forehead against yours stopping your movements and pressing you down on him just so he could get any kind of friction for a brief second because his cock was throbbing in his pants while he was listening to you.
âDonât you want me?â You pout.
âBaby, I want you so much I think I would cum as soon as I put it inside youâ
âThen put it inside meâ He hisses and you moan kissing him again.
âNo, weâre not doing it like this. Not while youâre drunk out of your mindâ He stands his ground making you whine again.
âCarlos..pleaseâ You plead again, but thereâs no way he would give in. You just mean too much to him.
âAs soon as you sober up Iâm gonna make you cum so many times youâll forget your own nameâ He says turning you over and laying you down on the bed again. âNow get some sleep okay?â
You grumbled and frowned like a child. You didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't pay much attention to it because he knew that you would thank him for it tomorrow.
Not long after you fell asleep, Carlos laid down next to you and pulled you close. You leaned on his chest and he caressed you and left small kisses on your forehead until he himself fell asleep as well.
He could believe that it was happening again - you in his arms - because he always believed that the two of you would meet again, this time at the right time. He felt in his bones that you were meant for each other and there was no way he would ruin this chance with you. He was just hoping youâd feel the same way when you woke up.
When you opened your eyes in the morning, you were hungover, your head hurt and you couldn't wait to get in the shower and wash everything off. After you took a shower, you heard noises in the kitchen. By some miracle, you remembered everything from last night. You remembered that you wanted to drive alone and that Carlos stopped you and that you were forcing him to have sex with you and that he refused because you were drunk.
You knew he took care of you last night.
You wrapped a towel around your body and headed towards the kitchen where you met Carlos in an apron making breakfast. You leaned against the door frame watching him from a far and smiling at the scene before you.
âCarlosâ You said after a while making him look up to the side at you.
âMi amor..â He said quietly not sure how you would react. He stopped everything he was doing as you approached him and stood in front of him.
He was completely surprised when you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. He thought he was dreaming. He hugged you tighter closing his eyes and kissing your head.
âThank youâ You whispered.
âFor what, baby?â
âFor staying last nightâ He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you which you happily welcomed and kissed him back.
A gentle and slow kiss turned into a fast and passionate one in a matter of seconds. Before you knew it you were lying back in your bed as he was hovering over you pinning your hands above your head.
âI swear you were all I could think about all this timeâ He mumbled against your skin leaving a trail of kisses down your neck towards your stomach as he removed the towel off you.
Every part of your body craved him. You were dying for him to touch you and make you feel the way no one else ever could.
âTouch me, pleaseâ You whimpered and he obliged sliding his hand down to your wet crotch.
âBaby, youâre so wet alreadyâ He hissed proudly knowing that heâs the only one who can have you soaking wet within seconds.
âI missed youâ You justified yourself by confirming the statement you confessed to him last night.
He slipped his fingers inside you and with the other hand he started rubbing your clit. He was pumping in and out of you teasingly slowly making you buck up your hips. âDoes that feel good?â He asked.
âYeahâ You moan.
His lips quickly replace his fingers as he starts circling his tongue around your clit his hands now moved to your hips holding down to keep you from fidgeting as you cum all over his tongue.
âThatâs it babyâ He murmured licking off your juices that were dripping out of you. âYou taste so sweetâ
He hovers over you again putting his lips on yours pushing his tongue in for you to taste yourself, but youâre impatient to feel him inside you, all of him.
âYou wanna take it?â He asks and you eagerly nod your head. He took his cock in his hand giving it a few strokes and grunting as he teased your clit with his tip. Feeling the warmth of your pussy he started leaking the precum before he aligned himself with your entrance.
âIâll go slow baby, okay?â He leaned on his elbows over to you leaving a soothing kiss on your cheek. As he was trying to enter you he reminded you how big he was because you could never forget.
You winced whimpering as he pushed himself in and cooed you softly. âItâs okay, itâs okayâ He was kissing you all over your face and neck staying still until you got used to the feeling of him.
Once he felt you calm down under him he asked âCan I move baby?â
âPleaseâ
Thatâs all it took for him to start thrusting in you slowly at first and then faster and deeper. The way he was stretching you out hitting your deepest spot knocking the air out of your lungs it had you seeing stars.
âYouâre doing so good, so so goodâ He praised you as you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed him deeper inside you. You felt him getting closer as his movement started getting sloppier. âBaby I canât hold back anymore, Iâm gonna cumâ
âCum inside meâ You whispered sending him over the edge. You reached your climax as well as you felt him twitch inside you and fill you in streams. Both of you rode out the waves of pleasure moaning and grasping on to each other. Once both of your breathing calmed down he pulled out of you and left little kisses all over your stomach making you blush.
âI love you Carlosâ You whisper tangling your fingers in his hair.
âMi niñaâ He smiled coming back up to face you. âI love you too. Iâll never let you slip out of my fingers ever again.â
âIâll go home with you.â
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virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkwardđđđ)
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pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive
word count .: 3k
warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humpingÂ
author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think youâre so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because iâm giggling soso bad. also i donât have a dick iâve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.Â
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âwait why are you turning? weâre supposed to go down this street for another light.â
the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.
âpitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.â chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently â waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. âget the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.â
âpick up stuff? not drugs, rightâŠ?â ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.Â
âno, not drugs. condoms.â
adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. âoh.â
âi mean, youâre gonna need them. i doubt nothingâs gonna happen between you and her tonight.â pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.
âw-what? we arenât anything serious, i donât think she looks at me like that.â leaning towards the window to escape chadâs ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone â knowing it was from you.
âshe definitely does, sheâs always giving you that look.â throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. âyou guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.â
âwhat look?â unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.Â
âthe âi want to fuck youâ look.â turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. âjust fuck already, whatâs stopping you.â watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. âi mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.â
âhey. itâs from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.â opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.Â
âoh right.â
âi donât think there is a âfuck me lookâ i think youâre thinking way into things.â stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.
âwhat would you know, youâre a virgin.â locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethanâs shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. âwell i mean, after tonight you wonât be.â
âiâm not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.â walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.Â
âwell of course, but itâs better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. donât wanna get her pregnant or anything.â chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back â almost too easily, like heâs been here a million times.Â
âright. how do youâŠput one on?â glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.Â
âopen the wrapper, careful not to rip it thatâs important, then just slide it on. if itâs that much trouble just ask the girl.â chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.Â
âoh, okay. what about lube, think iâll need that?â eyeing the different brands of condoms, he feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.Â
2 messages from angel girl
ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.
âhey, are you listening to me?âÂ
âhuh?â looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.
âi said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.â picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. âthereâs nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.â
âmhm.â now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. âmaybe i should take the costume off?â picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.
âmaybe just keep the helmet, canât not dress up at a halloween party.â grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. âwe should go, mindyâs been on my ass.â
the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.Â
slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.
the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. âtake a few. iâm just gonna leave the box in the carâŠfor later.âÂ
âthink youâre gonna end up with tara tonight?â ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.Â
âshut up, now strap in. weâre already late i cannot take another text from mindy.â
the far-off sound of music caught ethanâs attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.Â
grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.
âdid tara tell you what she was gonna wear?â checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself â what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.Â
âpirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?â making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.Â
âshe didnât want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.â feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didnât want to mess things up with you, he was scared â scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.Â
ârelax, you look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âiâm trying, iâm just nervous. i donât want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.â stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.Â
âwhatever happens is for a reason, donât make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, sheâll make it clear. stop worrying.â chad places a hand on the brunetteâs shoulder, squeezing comfortably.Â
âright. make sure i donât drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.â taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.Â
pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.
âwhere have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!â mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.
âtraffic. whereâs y/n?â frowning when he didnât see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.
âshe was here a second ago.i think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.â anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriendâs. âwhatâs going on with you two anyways?â
ânoth-â
âethan?âÂ
spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he canât help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldnât stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.
you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off â a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.
âan angel.â
âsurprise! whereâs the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.â stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.Â
âleft it in the car, didnât want it to get ruined or anything.â looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.Â
âoh, thatâs a shame. you looked so cute in it.â pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. âletâs get a drink, iâve been waiting for you.â
grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.Â
âhm, i think thereâs enough for a couple shots.âÂ
letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.Â
âbottoms up, baby!â bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. âso gross.â
ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. ânot worth it.â hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. âdo you thinkâŠwe could talk?â
âweâre talking right now, pretty boy.â starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. âis something wrong?âÂ
ânothingâs wrong, i just meant talk in private.â taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck â patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.
âletâs go upstairs.â wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chadâs eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethanâs wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.Â
ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments â pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. âdo you know where youâre going?â
ânot in the slightest, but itâs a big house, thereâs bound to be one more vacant bedroom.â jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. âoh here.â twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.Â
closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. âwhatâs on your mind? youâre kinda scaring me.âÂ
dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. âwhat are we?â
âwhat do you mean?â furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.Â
âyouâre always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you donât do with anyone else. i just want to know if youâre playing with me.â sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. âi like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.â
âi-â sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. âi like you too, i just didnât know how to tell you.â crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. âthis is how you make me feel. all the time.â
âcan i kiss you?âÂ
nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. âfuck, sorry.â
whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. âno, please. again, mâfelt good.â pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.
âyeah? sâthat why you brought me up here?â giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.
âmaybe.â tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. âfuck, i want you.â slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.
âi know, baby. but not tonight.â pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. âwant your first time to be something youâll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.â
opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head â your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.Â
âyouâre such a teaseâÂ
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Save Me Before I Lose Myself- part 7
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.
Summary: Melissa helps you in any way she can.
WC: ~4.15k
âMiss Schemmenti,â Millie cries, and she lunges for her teacher. The redhead is quick to pull the stressed out girl into her arms and hold her close, providing any comfort she can.
âSit,â Melissa instructs you. âSit while I- I-â For once, the woman is at a loss for words. Sheâs been hoping and praying that you would come to your senses and ask for help, but now that that moment is upon her and youâre in the state that you are⊠she wishes she could take it all back.
âI- I didnât know what else to do,â you whisper as you wipe some of the blood away and take a seat. Itâs slowed, but thereâs still a steady flow coming from the laceration. âI just knew I had to get out of there.â
Melissa hoists Millie onto her hip and heads for the sink in the back of the classroom. She wets a few paper towels and strides back over to you. Your daughter wiggles her way out of her teacherâs arms and flies into your own. The redhead cleans you up as gently as she possibly can, apologizing profusely when you hiss and wince in pain.
âWh- what happened?â the second grade teacher whispers, and sheâs genuinely terrified for what could come out of your mouth. âAnd donât tell me nothinâ. This clearly ainât nothinâ, and I canât ignore it anymore.â
The words come tumbling out of your mouth, detailing whatâs been happening in as little detail as possible while still getting your point across, what with your daughter clinging to you. And then you get to today, and the tears fall at a rapid pace. As soon as one of your salty tears finds its way into your wound, you whine in pain.
âShe- I confronted her about your conference this morning,â you whisper as you hold Millie close to you. âDidnât even deny that she was flirting with you. I told her I was done⊠and that was before I could smell the booze in her breath.â
âAnd then what happened?â the redhead presses on, as much as she doesnât want to know what could have you like this.
âI- I donât even-â you start to say, but Millie cuts you off.
âMomma got hurt,â your little girl says, and her lip starts quivering again. She tells Melissa what you canât, because you had genuinely gone into survival mode and blocked it all out. She tells her teacher how she watched from behind the archway as plates and glasses went flying, how Carrie was spewing awful, horrible, hateful things your way. Your heart sinks at the realization that all of that took place, and your sweet little girl had to watch it all go down.
âI had to try to save Momma,â Millie whispers. âIf I go in, Mom doesnât hurt Momma. Usually. It- it didnât work this time.â
âMillie,â the redhead sighs softly. âI need you to be really honest with me; did your mom hurt you?â
Immediately, you jump in. âNo. No, she didnât.â
âShe was going to,â your daughter mumbles. âMomma saved me before she could.â
Melissa sees red at the thought of Millie being hurt by her own mother. âHow did Momma save you?â
âShe picked me up, and she got hit instead,â the little girl whispers. Then she turns to you and buries her face in your shoulder as she mumbles out broken apologies. You can only hush her and try to soothe her, but you know itâs futile. She just saw her mother get injured by her other mother, and she herself was in danger. Of course sheâs inconsolable.
âH-have you gone to the police?â Melissa asks after a moment of silence.
You shake your head. âI didnât know what to do,â you admit softly. âIt all happened so quickly, and I just knew I had to get Millie out of the house.â
Melissa nods and grits her teeth. God, all she wants to do is throttle Carrie- get some of the people that she has connections with to teach her a well-deserved lesson. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, the redhead manages to keep her focus on you. âOkay. Hereâs what weâre going to do.â
You look to her with broken eyes. âWhat? We?â
âIâm gonna go get Barb, and sheâll take care of Mill while-â
âI want Momma!â Millie begins to protest immediately.
Melissaâs eyes get wide at your little girlâs outburst, but she starts nodding again. âOkay, okay, you can stay with Momma. Give me⊠let me get Barb. Sheâll be able to⊠I dunno, think more clearly than either of us can right now.â
You blow out a breath. âYeah, okay.â
âPromise me you arenât goinâ nowhere,â the teacher tells you sternly. At your nod, she runs down the hall, yelling for her work wife.
âBarb!â Melissa shouts as she makes her way into the kindergarten wing. âBarbara!â
The kindergarten teacherâs eyes widen just slightly as she halts her preparation for the next few days. âMelissa?â
âBarb,â the redhead comes into sight, and she looks worse than Barbara was expecting. âBarb, I need your help.â
âWith?â
âY/N.â
âMelissa, I must ask why youâre so deeply affected by this one,â the kindergarten teacher asks. âY/N is not the first parent to go through this with you, and yet you seem so taken with her.â
Melissa gnaws on her lip. She doesnât want to admit that sheâs been taken with you for a while now⊠pretty much since youâve started bringing Millie to Abbott. Instead she chooses to ignore the question for now and sighs. âY/N showed up with Millie,â she relays. âThey- they need help. Sheâs beat up pretty bad, and I- I need your help, and you to keep me from taking a fuckinâ bat to that bitch of a wife Y/N has.â
Thatâs all the kindergarten teacher needs to hear before she too is practically sprinting down the hallway to get to you and your little girl.
Youâre rocking Millie gently, trying to ignore the pain in your face, when you hear both teachersâ voices. Melissa knows the state that youâre in, but Mrs. Howard doesnât. And therefore, she cannot stop the gasp from escaping her lips when she lays eyes on you.
âOh, sweetheart,â Barbara whispers, hands clasped over her mouth. âOh my.â
âPlease,â you sigh. âPlease help me.â
âWeâre going to,â the kindergarten teacher promises you gently as she makes her way over to you. And then she snaps into âSuper Barbaraâ mode. Before you know it, you and your daughter are in the back of her car being taken to the hospital. Melissa is on the phone with someone she knows in law enforcement, and sheâs speaking rapidly in Italian. You can tell by her tone that sheâs not playing around with whoever is on the other end of the line. After a few minutes, the redhead hangs up, and Barbara glances to you in the rear-view mirror.
âI need you to tell me what happened,â your daughterâs former teacher tells you quietly. âAs much as I donât want to make you talk, I need to know what is going on so I can help to the best of my ability.â
You bite your lip as you look to your little girl. Sheâs finally seemed to calm down now that youâre on your way to get checked out, and you donât feel like setting her off again. You give the redhead in the passenger seat a pleading look.
âIâll fill you in while weâre in the waiting room,â Melissa tells her work wife.
Neither woman knows it, but you have a horrid fear of hospitals. Itâs whatâs held you back from going there for so long- through all of the injuries that youâve endured, youâve never once taken yourself to the hospital. But under your eye is still bleeding, and when Barbara saw it, she insisted- you were probably going to need stitches.
The woman pulls up and waits for you to get out, but you donât so much as move.Â
âSweetheart, you have to get out of the car,â Barbara tells you softly. Still, you donât budge. âHoney, whatâs the matter?â
You fiddle with your fingers. âI- I have a fear of hospitals,â you admit quietly. âI donât want to go in there.â
âHun,â Melissa turns in her seat. âYou gotta.â
Even Millie looks to you with furrowed brows. âMomma, you always tell me doctors help, even when Iâm scared to go.â
You have to fight yourself from rolling your eyes and cursing your past self. âY-yeah. They do, Mills. Mommaâs just⊠scared.â
âWould it help if I went in with ya?â the redhead asks. At your nod, she unbuckles her own seatbelt and steps out of the car.
With shaking hands and a shaking voice, youâre able to check yourself in and are taken to a more private area relatively quickly. Melissa texts her friend to let her know where you are, and then youâre forced to play the waiting game. Millie keeps you as distracted as possible while the two teachers step out very briefly to ensure that they are on the same page.Â
âLook,â Melissa sighs. âIâm gonna make this quick. Carrie was flirtinâ with me, Y/N caught wind of it, ânâ I guess she confronted her about it. She told her they were done, and then Carrie flew off the handle. Millie got caught in the middle of it, and when the fuckinâ bitch went after her, Y/N stepped in and took the blow. Now, letâs get back in there. Poor girlâs scared outta her fuckinâ mind.â
Barbara nods and grimaces. That was the last thing she wanted to hear. When the redhead goes to head back into the room, the kindergarten teacher catches her softly by the arm. âWhat are we gonna do about this?â
âSupport her in any way we can,â Melissa shrugs as she rubs the back of her neck. âI got my guy on the phone while we were in the car, anâ heâs sending someone here to come speak with Y/N.â
The three of them do everything they can to keep your spirits as light as possible while you sit and wait for the doctor to come in. And when the doctor does come in, the panic creeps into your body again. What you arenât expecting is for the doctor to look at Melissa with a broad smile.
âSchemmenti?âÂ
âOi, Bobby,â the redhead chuckles. âI shoulda known Iâd get stuck with ya cominâ in here.â
You give your daughterâs teacher a confused looked.
âI got connections all over the city,â is all she offers up. âBut now that I know itâs Bobby Boy, youâre in great hands, Y/N.â
âThat you are,â the doctor smiles as he reaches out to shake your hand. He does his examination of your cheek, and he frowns. âDefinitely gonna need stitches.â Your heart drops- dammit, Mrs. Howard was right.
He preps you, but as soon as you see that needle, you begin to panic. Youâre sweating, your heart is racing, your palms are soaked. And in seeing you so worked up, Millie starts to get upset too. And then the doctor injects the anesthetic, and the yelp that comes from your body makes everyone in the room jump.Â
âGet her out of here,â you instruct as you point to Millie, who is near tears. âGet her out.â You just barely manage that statement before they inject it again, and this cry is louder.
Barbara and Melissa glance to each other for a quick second before the kindergarten teacher takes her former student into her arms and out of the room. No sooner is Melissa next to you and holding your hand. She does everything she can to soothe you, and it breaks her heart to see you in such pain.
After what feels like forever, youâre all stitched up, and you donât even bother to wipe at the tears that fall down your cheeks. Whatâs the use? The physical pain, along with the mental and emotional roller coaster that youâve been on today, are too much.
âYouâve got a tough one,â Bobby tells Melissa, although youâre fairly certain heâs only saying that to be kind. Youâre a grown woman sobbing in his office right now.
Melissa just smooths a few of your hairs down softly. âYeah. Sheâs a tough one alright.â
âLet me just get a few things squared away in terms of paperwork and print the papers for the aftercare, but then you should be free to go,â the doctor smiles at you sadly.
âActually, hun,â the redhead interjects. âWas wondering if you got enough space to let us stay a bit? Just until Tony can make his way down here to talk to Y/N.â
âTonyâs cominâ down?â At Melissaâs nod, the doctor knows that whatever is going on with you is quite serious. His friend never calls Tony unless itâs absolutely necessary. âYeah, Mel. Itâs quiet today.â
âThanks.â
âOi, you stayinâ safe yourself?â
âAlways am,â Melissa chuckles. âCâmon, now. You know that I ainâ gettinâ hurt- I leave that up to Kristen Marie.â
âWell, I just gotta make sure,â Bobby rolls his eyes and pats the teacherâs shoulder. âIf I donât get around to seeinâ Tony, tell him I says hi.â
âRoger that.â
Bobby hands you the discharge papers a few minutes later before promising Melissa that the two of you can take all the time you need.Â
When Barbara and Millie come back into the room, theyâre followed by a policeman in uniform. You assume this is Tony- what with the way he greets the redhead still holding your hand. Barbara eyes that, but keeps to herself. Sheâll make sure to ask her friend about that little action later.
âOh, Schemmenti, this better be good,â Tony sighs as he sits in a chair.
âYou know I donâ call unless I need to,â Melissa rolls her eyes. âI wish I didnâ have to call ya.â
âWell, what do we have?â
Slowly, the policeman coaxes the story out of you- the entire truth of it. You detail as much as you can without going into detail with your daughter in the room, but it gets to a point where you know Millie has to leave. She canât hear some of the horrors of what your wife has put you through.
âI- Iâm sorry,â you wipe at the non-injured side of your face with your free hand. âMrs. Howard, would you mind taking Millie? She- she doesnât need to hear all of this.â
Barbara gives you a sympathetic smile before looking down at your daughter. âI think that might be a good idea. What do you think, little girl?â
Itâs quite apparent to you that Millie does not want to leave you, but she nods when she sees the pleading in your eyes. âC- can we get dinner?â
You root through your purse quickly and hand Barbara your debit card. âShe likes McDonaldâs, and please feel free to get yourself anything youâd like,â you sigh. âAnd Melissa, if sheâd like anything.â
Barbara nods, shoots the redhead next to you a look, and allows herself to be pulled away by the second grader.Â
You inform the police of everything you couldnât say in front of your daughter, and by the end of it, the woman next to you is absolutely fuming.
âYou see why I called?â Melissa huffs. Then she looks to you, and her tough Philly girl facade fades.
Tony gives his friend a look. âYeah, yeah I do. Well, Y/N, how would you like to proceed with all of this?â
âI- I donât know,â you whisper. You glance to the redhead next to you. âI- I canât keep doing this, but I⊠I donât know. I canât be alone in this.â
âYou ainât alone,â your daughterâs teacher tells you as she taps away on her phone. Sheâs sending Barbara a text about dinner. Sheâs also relaying that she is going to offer for you and Millie to move in with her- to keep you safe. âYou got me, you got Barb. Weâs gonna do what weâs gotta do.â
You look to the man in blue, silently asking him if he understands what his friend means by that.
âY/N,â Melissa says. âCarrie ainât good for you. What you need is a restraining order, a divorce- which I can help with, and to get yourself the hell away from that bitch with Millie.â
âI-â Youâre not quite sure what to say. âI guess Mill anâ I are gonna have to move back home.â
âYou ainât goinâ back to-â
âBack to Baltimore,â you sigh.
âNo,â Melissa states.
âMelissa, I donât have family here,â you say softly. âI donât really have another choice.â
âYou do,â the redhead argues. âYou and Mill will come stay with me until you get back on your feet.â
Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. âI- I canât do that to you.â
âYouâll be doinâ me a favor,â the teacher states. âI only know how to cook for twelve, and instead of worryinâ that yâarenât safe, Iâll know youse guys are okay with me.â
âI-â You look to the cop for help.
He shrugs. âSchemmenti donât say what she donât mean,â he tells you. âAnd while court proceedings are going on, it might be better for you to be in the area and with someone you know will help keep you safe.â
You once again look to the redhead who is still holding your hand gently, searching for any hints of ingenuity- that sheâs just doing this in front of her friend to look good. You donât see anything other than true compassion and care for you and your little girl. So you nod shyly.
âThen itâs settled,â Melissa smiles at you softly. âIâll call some of my guys, and weâll get everythinâ in order for ya. Restraining order, weâll take care of tonight. Divorce lawyer, Iâll call my guy tomorrow. Stuff from your place, Iâll call Cal tomorrow and-â
âCarrie goes into the office tomorrow,â you stop her gently. âI can get our stuff together tomorrow.â
âAre ya gonna be safe doinâ that? What if she isnât?â
âIâll- Iâll be okay,â you mumble.
Melissa shakes her head. âI donât got too many conferences tomorrow. If you go between nine and eleven, I can go with you and make sure youâre safe.â
âMelissa, Iâll be-â
âMomma!â Millie runs back into the room, little hand clutching the toy that came with her happy meal. Barbara comes trailing in behind her, a takeout bag and soda in her hands. She doesnât miss the fact that her work wifeâs fingers are still interlaced with yours- at least until your daughter launches herself into your arms. You quickly untangle your fingers and hold your little girl close, peppering her face with kisses. âMomma, Mrs. Howard let me get an icee with my dinner! And- and when I told her I already had the toy from my happy meal, she talked to the person behind the counter, anâ I got one I didnât already have!â
âThat was very nice of her,â you chuckle softly. You look to her former teacher. âThank you.â
âOf course,â Barbara smiles at you. âMillie and I had a splendid time at McDonaldâs, and we got dinner for the two of you too.â She hands the bag to the redhead returns your card.
âWell,â the cop claps his hands together. âIâd say we have everything sorted out on my end, and it seems like everything else is going to fall into place, so Iâm heading out.â
âYou might wanna stop by the desk anâ see if Bobbyâs free a second,â Melissa teases him. âThe idiot couldnât believe I called ya.â
âI canât believe ya called,â Tony rolls his eyes, but he pats Melissaâs shoulder in a friendly manner. Then he looks to you. âYou need me, you call. Or have Melly call.â
The redhead groans at that nickname.
It feels like the ride back to Abbott is forever in Barbaraâs car with the traffic. You end up in standstill traffic, and Millie is so exhausted she ends up falling asleep on you before you even make it to the school to transfer her over to Melissaâs vehicle.
âLet her sleep,â the kindergarten teacher laughs quietly. âIâll bring âem over for you.â
âThanks, Barb,â the redhead smiles with gratitude before climbing into her own car.Â
Melissaâs house is both exactly what you expected, and also entirely not what expected. Thereâs picture frames littering every available surface, and itâs clear that the house is lived in- itâs a home. But itâs also much bigger than you had been imagining- sheâs a single woman with a house this big? In Philadelphia?
The redhead ushers you to a bedroom- clearly a guest room, and tells you to set Millie down while Barbara goes through the medicine cabinet and finds a spare toothbrush for you and your daughter, setting them on the bathroom sink. You do so quietly before leaning over and dropping a few sweet kisses to her hairline.
âMy little girl,â you whisper. âWeâre gonna be alright, my love.â
âLet her sleep,â Melissa tells you. âWe got dinner to eat, and a few things to sort out.â
You and the redhead head downstairs where Barbara has made herself comfortable in the recliner and begin to eat.
âThank you,â you sigh softly after youâve swallowed your first bite. âThank you so much for all of your help⊠with my situation and with Mills.â
âYou got it,â Melissa nods along. âWe got you.â
âThat we do,â the kindergarten teacher smiles at you.
You finish off your meal rather quickly, and then you yawn. Today has been⊠exhausting, to say the least.
âGo catch some shut eye,â the second grade teacher instructs. âYou need it now, and youâre gonna need it once everything gets goinâ.â
âY-yeah,â you yawn out, tucking a hair behind your ear. You look between the two of them with thankful eyes. âThank you again. You have⊠no idea how much I appreciate it.â And then you make your way up the steps.
Lying in bed, you pull your little girl close, and sleep comes much easier to you than you wouldâve expected after a day like today.
Downstairs, Barbara is eying her friend. âSo.â
âWhat?â Melissa furrows her brow, and the top corner of her lip goes up.
âYou wanna tell me the reason youâre so invested in this? Why you let them crash your place when you and I both know your house is your sacred place?â
Green eyes are rolled. âThey need help.â
âThat is true, yes,â the kindergarten teacher agrees. âBut thereâs somethinâ else.â
âWhat the hell are you gettinâ at?â
âDonât think I didnât miss the way you held Y/Nâs hand the whole time you were in the emergency room with her,â Barbara chuckles. âOr the longing looks youâve always given her.â
Melissa gives a heavy sigh as she stares up at the ceiling. âYouâre crazy.â
âIâm a lot of things,â the woman of God smirks. âCrazy is not one of those things. You have a thing for Y/N.â
âSo what if I do?â the redhead asks. âIt ainât like Iâm gonna do anything about it. Sheâs in the process of leaving an abusive relationship, she has Millie to worry about, and her daughter is my student.â
Barb rolls her eyes. âI just wanted confirmation that you had the hots for her. Iâve never seen you so willing to help a parent out.â
âMillie is a special little girl,â Melissa tells her coworker. âAnd Y/N⊠thereâs something about her. I dunno. Between you and me, I would much rather have her flirting with me than that her bitch of a wife.â
âOh, Iâve had a few run-ins with Carrie,â Barbara groans. âDonât have to tell me how terrible she can be.â Then she stands. âWell, Iâm off to get my beauty sleep. The lord knows Iâm going to need it after today.â
âYeah,â the second grade teacher sighs. âI should probably get to bed too. Iâm sure tomorrow is going to be the start of a very long process.â
The kindergarten teacher chuckles bitterly. âYes, it is.â
âThanks for your help today,â Melissa hugs her friend. âIf I hadnât come and gotten you, Iâm sure Carrie would be in the hospital right now, and Iâd be in prison.â
âIâm sure,â Barb laughs. She heads for the door before turning on her heel. âIf you need anything tomorrow or in the future, you know you can always come to me⊠Melly.â
âBarb!âÂ
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