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celestie0 · 2 months

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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]

luxury & lingerie. a retail au

“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.”

ᰔ pairing. retail au - rolex salesman gojo x victoria's secret associate reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo is the rolex watch shop's pretty boy & you're the victoria's secret lingerie store's new hire that works across from him. let's just say he's determined to get inside your pants.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, porn with plot (seriously that's all it is), smut, casual sex, possibly comedic, lots of terrible flirting, tiny bit of fluff if you squint, gojo's got a daddy kink that you really have no interest in entertaining, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, blowjobs, oral sex, praise kink, some degradation, sort of cum play, banter, suguru & choso are in it too (the hot-boy sales trio)

ᰔ word count. 6.5k

a/n. hellooo this started with this concept idea i had of hot retail worker gojo who just wants to flirt with you instead of actually do his job lmfao. this was seriously just a stream of my consciousness. hope you enjoy! and thanks to everyone that wanted to be on taglist for this. creds to @quinnyundertow for the sephora lipstick idea.

The sound of Suguru’s voice was the last thing going through Gojo’s mind right now.

“Anyways, I put the car in reverse, she’s on aux. I’m thinking, she’s gotta have good taste, right? She’s the one that suggested the Maneskin concert in the first place. But you know what she starts playing? Country music. Fucking country music. And I’m not necessarily opposed to a good— dude, are you even listening?”

Choso leans over the polished display case of the mens’ latest Rolex models, staring at the two idiots in front of him. “No, he’s not. He’s been ogling the tits on that mannequin over there for the past five minutes.”

Gojo finally blinks out of his trance, irritated. “I’m not staring at the mannequin, I’m staring at—”

You. New hire. Over at the Victoria’s Secret that was across from his turf at the mall. You were standing on your tiptoes on a mini ladder, wobbling a little, reaching up for a mannequin at the display window to switch out the corny yellow sleeping mask on its face for one that was a more sleek, satin blue.

The fabric of your uniform slid up slightly, skin of your midriff exposed, and he has to suck a breath in through his teeth.

“I called dibs on that a week ago,” Suguru says from where he stood, lazily leaning on the counter.

“No fucking way. I’ve got dibs.”

“Dibs? Really? I work with a bunch of prepubescents,” Choso groans, tipping his head back to stare up at fluorescent mall lighting.

Suguru’s voice sounds like he’s lax at the jaw. “Is anyone gonna tell her that’s the ladder they use to prop the door open, and not the one to flash Satoru’s horny ass while changing out a mannequin?”

“I’ll be the one to tell her,” Gojo says.

At the display window, you slowly peel the panties off of the mannequin without a thought in the world to use the store’s modesty curtain, and Gojo, Suguru & Choso are all staring. And probably every other man within the store’s radius.

“Holy fuck,” Gojo says, strained.

“Holy fuck, indeed,” Suguru marvels.

“She’s clueless,” Choso sighs.

“You can have the mannequin, I get the girl,” Suguru offers, something just to get under Gojo’s skin.

“Shut up. I’m going over there.” He stands up onto his feet from the leather client chair he had been sprawled across up until this point of his shift.

“Can’t wait for you to royally fuck this up,” Choso muses with a smirk, arms crossing at his chest.

Gojo grumbles something under his breath when he hears Suguru’s coo of agreement, and then he’s making his way across to the Victoria’s Secret entrance. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his black dress shirt, as if he expects the sight of the skin at his collarbone to have you seduced like a victorian man seeing a lady’s ankle for the first time.

He makes it through the welcoming glass doors that lead into the sultry & dark ambience that you would expect of a lingerie store, and he rounds to the right, stopping a few feet away from you.

You were combing through a rack now, lips pursed in concentration until he clears his throat.

Glancing over, your shoulders tense and you pull your retail headset earpiece down, leaving it hanging by the wire that was clipped to the neckline of your shirt. His eyes flicker to the nametag pinned above the curve of your breast. You look at him with wide eyes. “Oh, hi sir. How can I help you?”

“Oh, no, I’m not a customer,” Gojo quickly corrects you, although he liked the sound of sir from your lips, “I work over there.” He points with a jerk of his chin towards the obnoxiously gaudy exterior of the Rolex watch store facing the two of you.

You blink at him. “Ah, I see.”

“You new here?” Gojo asks, taking a step forward and resting his elbow up on the metal bar of the rack just to get more into your space. “Haven’t seen you around.”

The corner of your lip turns up slightly at his words. “Why? Do you keep a roster?”

“I—no, not really,” he responds, already a little speechless, “wait, a roster of what?” He’d say he does if it’s a roster of pretty girls he’s been fantasizing about tit-fucking all day long, with you being at the top—no, the only one—on that list.

You shrug a little. It’s kind of meek and cute. “Of new hires?”

He breathes in deep. “Yes. Yes, I do. I just like to make sure the newbies feel welcome around here. Y’know, taken care of.”

You smile, turn to face him and relax your posture. “Oh. That’s sweet. Yeah, I feel pretty welcome here, thanks.”

“That’s good.”

“I mean, everyone’s been really nice to me so far.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, and I really like the break room on this floor. The last place I worked at didn’t have a toaster oven.”

“No way.”

“I wish the clock-in machine was easier to use though…”

“For sure.”

You glance at him suspiciously in the middle of your rant. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Cause you’re real pretty, angel.”

Your brow raises, the keys hooked to the loop of your jeans jingling as you place a curled hand to your hip. “Angel? Really? Cause of— cause of Victoria’s Secret angels?”

Gojo’s stiff, his elbow still resting on the cool metal pole, and he glances up at the ceiling before looking back down at you. “Uhh…sure? Yes.”

“That’s not very original.”

“Man, you’re really making me work hard for this. Unfortunately, that only makes me want you more.” He leans down closer to you, to catch the scent on your skin, and he can’t tell if you’re amused or annoyed from the way your cheeks round as you narrow your eyes at him.

“This is you working hard for it? You haven’t even told me your name yet, watch boy.”

He sees your fingers wrap around the cold metal bar of the rack, and he tries hard not to picture them wrapped around something else, but to no avail. You jut your hip out to bump him, pushing him out of your way, before you start rolling the rack down the store.

He trails behind you. “My name. It’s Satoru. But to you, I can be dadd-”

You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him with a scowl, but he was too distracted by the shape of your backside to be reflexive enough to stop himself in time, and he ends up crashing right into you. The momentum has you falling back with a gasp, tripping over the foot of the rack, and his arm flies around your waist to keep you upright, and then pressed up against him too just for good measure.

His face is just inches away from yours. “Shit. Sorry.”

Your arms are squished between his chest and yours, pinky tickling the skin at his collarbone, and the contact has him reeling. “I-It’s fine,” you say, lashes fluttering, “now let go of me, before I file a harassment complaint.”

He instantly retreats, releasing you, watching you stumble a bit before gaining your balance again. “God, no, please,” he sighs, “I really need this job.”

“You don’t act like it,” you mumble. You fix your hair in front of him and tuck the fabric of your shirt that came loose back into your jeans. He doesn’t have to touch your cheeks to know they feel hot, he can tell from the purse of your lips and the way you won’t make eye contact with him.

The voices of a couple women are heard from down the aisle, as well as the plastic clinking of hangers on racks as they peruse the sheer bralettes dangling in color-coded fashion. Gojo sees you struggling to pull the rack you were working with away to the side to let them through, and he comes up behind you, gripping the metal bar to do it for you. He catches the fragrance of your hair at the crown of your head, and he inhales slowly.

The women walk by, throwing a few curious glances at the two of you, and Gojo doesn’t move from where he’s holding onto the rack and has his arm pressed against yours, his only lifeline to find some reason to touch you right now.

You start pushing the rack forward again, and he continues to follow you, keeping a more respectful following distance this time. He’s distracted by the pair of crotchless panties hung over your shoulder. He picks them up by the string. “Who the fuck actually wears these?” he asks, dangling them in front of his face and turning them around in the air to inspect it.

Your eyes are set forward for your destination. “Middle-aged women that are desperate to seduce their husbands before those men ride the high of buying a $100k watch by fucking a twenty-something-year-old instead.” You snatch the pair from his hand. “I’m rooting for those women. The men at your Rolex store? Not so much.”

He’s on your heel until you round to a smaller section of the store, wheeling the rack over to a corner near the collection of lace panties sprinkled across cubbies under dim purple lighting. He glances over his shoulder and takes note that this area’s tucked away from the eyesights of the cash registers and storefront.

He hears you sigh, then say “Why are you following me?”

He meanders closer to you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks. “Because…y’know, like I said, I wanna make the new hire feel settled in.”

“I literally feel so very unsettled by you right now,” you say to him with a wry expression as you start sorting through lace underwear, referencing some chart in your hand to get it right.

He walks up to you and peers over your shoulder at the illustration, and notices the way you stiffen a bit but also lean back into him. “Huh…so the cheeky panties go in the left top & bottom cubes. And they’re the ones with medium coverage and…” he squints his eyes at the chart, dim lighting doing him no favors, “and they have an alarming fit.”

You scoff through your nose. “It says alluring fit. Can you read?”

“I— shut up. Yes I can read.”

You twirl around to face him, a hint of an amused smile to your lips. His eyes widen a bit at the sight of it, until he registers it’s a cheeky one, like those panties.

“Watch boy is illiterate. Must be why you still work in retail.”

“Yes, keep being mean to me, new hire. It’s hot,” he groans, hands still in his pockets as he leans towards you. You don’t shy away, just keep on looking up at him in this little corner he has you in, a twinkle in your pupils now that he wasn’t seeing earlier.

He’s surprised when your finger hooks the fabric in between two of the buttons on his shirt. You play with the material, pinching it, but never tug on it. “What’s a grown ass man like yourself doing still working for commission at a mall?”

“Okay, ouch, a little too mean,” he backtracks, watching your tongue briefly swipe across your lip, “let’s be a bit nicer.”

Now you’re tugging on the fabric, hooked finger pulling him closer to you until his hands have to fly out of his pockets and his palms press against the wall, caging you into it. “Illiterate and can’t take a dig. Pick a struggle,” you say to him with a sweet look up.

He’s getting the sense that you’re into him too. He grabs hold of your waist, thumbs rubbing your torso over the fabric of your uniform just to get a feel. “Well,” he starts, bringing your hips forward to his, pressing the erection he was building against you, “this illiterate retail worker could fuck you real good if you’d just give him the chance.”

A small gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening and you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Fuck, he wants to kiss you. Wants to be the one biting your lip right now. Your hand grabs his forearm, over the veins strained from his grip on you, your nails sinking into the skin left exposed by his rolled up sleeve. “It’s…It’s real well, watch boy. You’d fuck me real well.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll fuck you real well,” he tells you, as his head tips towards your cheek, lips brushing against it. It was just a tease, so he pulls away but still looks down at you in closeness. There’s voices around the corner, but he doesn’t really care.

“You’re awfully forward,” you breathe out, and he almost goes insane at the soft whimper that leaves your lips when he can’t help but jerk his hips forward a bit.

“Y’know what? Fuck it,” he grumbles, pulling the rack across behind him so he’s created a covered haven for the two of you against this wall, and then he kisses you.

There’s a yelp that he muffles from you as his lips move against yours, slow, because you're new to him and he wants to savor it. His hand finds the small of your back, spreads across it, pushing you to arch towards him, and his teeth catch your bottom lip when he feels your breasts press against him. You’re pliant, opening your mouth for him, and he takes up the offer to taste you. Soft & warm pressed up against him, a subtle sweetness on your tongue, and he only pulls away because you squeeze his shoulder hard.

You’re breathing fast, cheeks shy, a little cutely cross-eyed from his proximity when you look up at him. “I-…okay, I’m a little mad that you’re a good kisser.”

He hums, tip of his nose brushing against yours slightly and you grip the collar of his shirt to keep him close. “I’ll kiss you nice in a lot of other places too.”

It doesn’t really take much convincing after that.

“Oh…oh my god—,” you mewl, back against the mirror of one of this fine lingerie establishment’s fitting room stalls, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you raw with the aim to please.

“Shit, knew you’d be tight,” he groans, pressing a kiss to your jaw when you tip your head back in pleasure, throat loose with a moan, “pretty little new hire. Just had to break you in.”

“S-Satoru,” you moan through a breath, the sound of his name on your tongue having his cock twitch inside your walls, mixed with the pain of the grip you had on the hair at the back of his head.

He has your shirt bunched up along with your bra, tits exposed for him. His head dips to pull a nipple through his teeth as he feeds you with a few slow, deep thrusts, and his eye catches the earpiece of your headset, still clipped to your shirt, bouncing around with every one of his movements inside you. “Really hope that thing’s off,” he mumbles against your skin, “but if it excites you to have it on, I—fuck, I wouldn’t really mind either way.”

Your hand flies to his bicep when he runs his thumb over your clit, legs wrapping around him even tighter. “More. Need more,” you say, head in a haze, and he really could’ve cum inside you right then and there but he holds out to enjoy some more time buried in the warm pleasure of your cunt.

“If you want something from me,” he grunts between thrusts, “you’re gonna have to beg me for it, love.”

“Fuck me harder,” you cry, eyes shut closed, and he almost feels sorry for you.

“That’s a demand,” he informs, pinching the flesh of your ass and enjoying the way you clench around him from the action, “I told you to beg.”

“Please, oh my god, please—,” you start, moving your hips against his now, and he hears the lewd sound of your flesh slapping more fervently against the mirror. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Good girl. Pretty girl,” he praises you, thumb finding your clit again as a reward, “see what you get for being so nice to me now.”

He bucks his hips harder, your arms wrapping around his neck in desperation, chin resting at the top of his head as his lips fall to your neck, and he kisses, nibbles, sucks, anything to get that sweet taste in his mouth while he draws stars over your sensitive bud, eliciting broken whimpers from you over and over again.

“Gonna let me cum inside?” he asks, feeling his balls jump at just the thought of filling you up, his thighs feeling hot from the anticipation of you giving him the permission. “All that shit talk earlier about me being a dumb mall worker, but you’d still let me finish in you, right?” His hips stutter slightly, vision starting to blur, and he feels your walls flutter tightly too, “cause I bet it turns you on that you’re letting this dumb retail man fuck you senseless in a flimsy little fitting room right now, regardless.”

“Satoru, please,” you’re begging, the crack in your voice hoarse like you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Answer me,” he demands, retreating the thumb that was toying with your clit. He pulls one of your arms from where it was wrapped around his neck to pin your wrist to the mirror. “You want me to cum inside you or not?”

Your hips press so harshly against his that he hardly has any leeway to thrust anymore, and it makes him hiss in protest, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass to let up. “I want—mhh, I want you to cum inside me, please, please,” you plead, desperate, grinding your clit against the skin above his cock, above the place he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, the sweet words processing in his head, and he loses all sense of control, motions eager and desperate, chasing after his high and his thumb is barely considerate enough to chase after yours too as it rubs relentlessly over your puffed up clit. You shiver against him, walls clenching around his cock impossibly tight, legs wrapping around his waist possibly even tighter, and he feels every nerve as you come undone around him. The gripping sensation your orgasm had on him has him faltering with harsh thrusts forward, and he holds your hips flush to his as the first spurt of his cum spills into you, followed by more with repetitive juts of his hips until he’s emptied himself entirely into you, and you’re just pumped full of him.

You swat at his chest, squirming as he leaks the last drop from the tip of his dick, and he can tell you’re overstimulated.

“Sorry,” he says through a short exhale, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, and he slowly pulls out of you, cock falling limp over his thigh, and he holds you until you find footing on the ground, albeit a bit wobbly.

“Oh no,” you mewl, clenching your thighs together when you feel his cum starting to drip out, and he quickly bends down to hook your panties up back into place. You give him a pointed look.

“What? The easiest clean-up is not letting it out,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him so he gets to feel the plushness of your bare breasts against him and he kisses the top of your head. “You’re real good, new hire. Or whatever the fucking proper way to say it is.”

He can tell you’re rolling your eyes even though your face is buried in his chest.

“You’re a dumbass,” you say, sounding muffled.

—

Gojo spends about 90% of his shifts meandering across the shimmering tile floors of the mall to the Victoria’s Secret, and only spends about 10% of them actually being a watch salesman. His boss was starting to get real fuckin’ fed up with him, threatening to fire him yesterday for the two-hour lunch break he took because he was eating you out in a storage closet, but he really couldn’t be bothered to care. He was an addict, and he needed to get his fix. Not before annoying the shit out of you, though.

“Alright, daddy’s home. Let’s get to it. I’m on my lunch break,” he says, walking right up to you in the middle of your shift while you’re folding slip dresses onto a display table, his hand reaching for your waist but you retreat from him.

“For that, get the fuck away from me.”

He sighs. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all day long. Do you purposefully walk your gorgeous self across the front of the store that many times just to tease the hell out of me? I’m suffering.”

“I walk across the storefront because I’m doing my job,” you mumble to him.

“No, I swear, you do it to—”

“Sweets,” one of your coworkers calls out to you from the other end of the store, the one with a pink buzzcut that acts kinda scary. “Is that man bothering you?” she asks through a smack of her gum, “want me to call security?”

“Yes.”

“What—”

After a couple of minutes of vindicating himself to mall security that he is not a threat to public safety, which you watch in amusement with no help at all, he’s shortly back at your side in a different section of the store to annoy you.

“When are you gonna wear one of these for me?” he asks, holding up a pair of jaguar-print panties.

“Never,” you say to him, scanning the tags on the underwear in a box of new arrivals, “those are ugly.”

“Okay, how about these,” he says, pulling a pair out of the box. “They’re see-through. I like that.”

“No,” you say, snatching it out of his hand.

“Oh c’mon,” he groans, doing a quick glance over his shoulder to check if the coast is clear before taking a step forward, pulling you to him by a finger hooked through the belt hoop of your jeans. “I’ll buy them for you. Ring me up.”

You look up at him, hand placed on his chest but you weren’t pushing him away just yet. “Really? You’re gonna buy me panties from the store I literally work at? At least have the decency to shoplift them for me.”

He has a smile on his face when he leans down closer to you, both hands now playing with the loops of your jeans. “Ohhh you’re into criminals. Will you tackle me to the ground if I do?”

“Yes, to arrest you. Not to fuck you.”

“Why not both?”

“Satoru,” you chastise him when you hear footsteps around the corner, and now you’re pushing him away and clearing your throat before busying yourself with the box again as a few customers walk by. Gojo shoves his hands in his pockets, and then his eyes widen a bit when his knuckles hit something.

“Oh yeah,” he says, “I got you this.” He pulls out a small, shimmering black tube and holds it out to you with an up facing palm.

You lean forward to glance at it. “Is that…lipstick?”

“Yeah,” he says, “the lady outside Sephora was giving out samples.”

You cross your arms at your chest. “The lady outside Sephora was giving out free samples of lipstick to you?”

“Can you just take it already? My arm’s starting to hurt.”

You swipe it from him and inspect it. Popping the cap open, you twist the cheap plastic adjuster so that the tip of the wax peaks out. It was a deep shade of red. “Did she try to talk to you?”

“Uhh, yeah. Something about how this new formula is smudge-proof or something. Was hoping we could test that out.”

You roll your eyes. “She probably wanted to test that out. With you.”

“What, are you jealous?”

“Not really, no,” you say and hand the lipstick back to him. He looks at you puzzled. “Lipstick isn’t really for me, sorry.”

“I literally saw you wear some the other day. That’s what gave me the idea,” he says, “of turning my dick into the shade of your lipstick.”

“Could you be any louder?” you hiss at him, glancing at a coworker who could’ve potentially been in earshot.

He shrugs and pinches the tube of lipstick between two of his fingers, holding it up between the two of you. “You sure you don’t wanna?”

Turns out you were not too opposed to the idea, but he had to earn it by making you cum a couple times in the janitor’s closet at the end of the floor. He likes having to earn the sight of you on your knees, it turned him on way more than he had expected.

“My jaw is so fucking sore,” he complains, opening and closing his mouth a few times to stretch it out, then runs a hand across his jawline. “You were a lot less sensitive today. Took way longer.”

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are,” you say, pulling the buckle of his belt loose, sitting back down onto your heels to get more comfortable while you undress him.

“Bullshit. Should’ve used that insult maybe the first or second time I gave you head. It’s too late now, after the filthy things you’ve said to me in your desperation to cum.”

He watches you flutter your lashes a few times, fingers stopping their movements, and you shift a little from where you were seated on the ground. You were aroused, but still committed to the attitude. “I don’t have to do this for you, you know.”

He shudders a little. “Wait, you seriously don’t want to? You don’t have to.”

You sigh. “You were supposed to demand me to do it anyways. Would’ve been hot.” You pull his belt loose and your thumb and index finger pinch the button open with ease. “You don’t wanna fuck me, though?”

“Of course I want to fuck you, I will always want to fuck you. But the last time we got rowdy in here, I almost killed you when I knocked the shelf over.” A chill runs down his spine. “Not taking any more chances.”

You giggle a little at the memory while zipping down the front, then your fingers dig into the fabric of both his slacks and his boxers, pulling them down until he’s sprung free, fully thick and hard, courtesy of the cute sounds you were making earlier while his tongue was playing with your clit.

“Are you not gonna put the lipstick on?” he asks.

“No.” You grab a hold of him mid-way, giving an experimental tug, and raise from your seated position onto your knees.

“But—”

“I told you, lipstick isn’t my style,” you say, eyes flickering up to him when you kiss the tip. He sucks a breath in.

“Damn, okay. I was genuinely curious if it was smudge proof. The lady was really hyping it up,” he says and he sees your shoulders drop.

“Enough of the Sephora lady,” you mumble, pressing your lips against his tip again, but as less of a kiss.

There’s a sulk in your posture from where you look up at him on your knees. His heart does this weird thing where it aches a little, and he wants to get rid of the pout on your face with a few sweet words, but he settles for pushing the tip of his cock past your lips instead. Works all the same in the end. “Good girl,” he groans when you take him all the way to the back of your throat, and your fingernails dig into the skin of his thigh as you let out a muffled moan.

“Fuck…” He pulls his hips back slightly, allowing you to adjust, but when you swallow and his tip feels the roll of those muscles, he’s pushing into your mouth again. “C-Can you take more?”

You try your best to give him a nod and you bob your head once, tongue swiping over the vein that was throbbing the proof of his need for you right now.

“I’ll finish fast, baby,” he tells you, voice husky, fingers combing through your hair gently, “just take it how I want it, and I promise I’ll be quick, okay?”

You nod again, thumb rubbing the skin near his groin in reassurance. You squirm a little and press your thighs together when he grips your hair tighter now, encouraging your head to bob up and down on him, and you do as he wants. Your cheeks hollow out, sucking on him, and he swears he’s already close to cumming.

“Yeah…fuck, yeah,” he grunts under his breath, “good. Just—just like that. You’re so good. Pretty girl,” he juts his hips forward to see if you can take it, and you do, “on her knees for me.”

Your throat vibrates with a moan, and he sees you squirm even more. You take him all the way in, to a place deeper than the back of your throat, so well without a gag but there’s a prickle of tears in your eyes, and he rubs your cheek softly while he feels the sweat collect at his temple. “Oh fuck, I’m— shit, baby. I’m close.”

You drag your lips across his length, retreating with a thorough hollow to your cheeks, and release him with a pop and your tongue stuck out connecting a string of your spit to his tip. Your hand immediately starts to rub him up and down as you look up, and the soft panting leaving your lips and fanning across his cock has him swallowing hard. “S-Sorry, needed a break.”

“That’s okay,” he says, swiping at some of the saliva pooled at the corner of your lip. “Take your time.”

You kiss his tip in acknowledgment, then take him in again, this time both hands working at the base as you bob up and down, more free with your moans and the sensation of them reverberating in the canal of your throat makes him grip your hair with both hands, desperate.

“Yes—fuck, yes,” he grunts, head tipping back and hitting the door. “Real close. Your mouth feels so good, you’re driving me insane.”

You suck on him, hard, taking him in to his favorite place that’s at the back of your throat, and when your hand reaches out to play with his balls, paired with the sensation of fast exhales through your nose onto the skin of his groin, his eyes close shut and strained and he’s jerking his hips forward to spill his cum down your throat. “Fuuuuck. Oh my god.” He exhales, watching you swallow over and over again as he pumps into your mouth, then he slowly pulls out when he feels that he’s done.

You sit back down on your heels, hands now neatly folded on your lap, looking up at him and his thumb prods at your bottom lip for you to open your mouth. You do as he wants, tongue hanging out in the process, and he sighs in satisfaction when he sees you’ve swallowed it all. “Beautiful, baby. Come here.”

With a hand wrapped around your arm, he gets you up on your feet and kisses you. You hold onto the fabric of his shirt for purchase, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. “Doing okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, tightening your grip on his shirt, “I liked it. Liked it when you said I was good.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “More than good, angel. You’re perfect.”

—

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. You look like you could use a break,” Gojo says to you in Victoria’s Secret on a random Saturday morning. He usually always works on Saturday, but he’s never seen you here on a Saturday before. Apparently you were picking up extra shifts since you were going on vacation next week, something about a wedding in Spain. But you’d worked six consecutive shifts in a row, and the exhaustion was starting to show.

“I don’t know…your store scares me,” you respond back to him. You were behind the register, and he was pretending to buy forty-two pairs of panties just to talk to you.

“It’s not scary. I just want to show you around,” he says, standing up straight from where he had been leaning over the counter.

You eventually give in, toying with your name badge as you make your way around the counter to him, eyeing the smile on his face before he leads you through the aisles and eventually across the mall to the Rolex watch store.

It wasn’t horribly busy for a weekend, but there were still a few clients around. Choso was helping out a regular, a man who has bought four $200k watches within the past two months, and Choso’s been biting his nails worried he’s going to have to play witness in a tax evasion court case should that client eventually get caught by the IRS for fraud one of these days.

Suguru comes around the corner the second he sees you walk through the polished glass doors, and Gojo’s already annoyed.

“Hey, it’s the new hire,” he greets you, stretching his hand out and you accept it in a shake. “I’m Suguru.”

“Not really new here anymore,” you say to him after introducing yourself, “been here for a couple months now.”

“Oh really? Time flies. Thanks for all the shows, by the way,” he jerks his head off to the Victoria’s Secret store, “I’ve enjoyed watching the 101 ways you can remove a bra on a mannequin. Might have to incorporate some of them into my personal life.”

Gojo scoffs. “Yeah right, like a woman would let you within a hundred feet of her bra.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow with a sleazy smirk on his face, before leaning closer to you. “Should we prove him wrong about that, darling?”

Gojo hates the way he sees you blink your lashes at him and blush, so he’s grabbing your hand and walking you across the store, away from Suguru. He circles you around to the back near one of the display counters. Ladies’ new Datejust models, pretty classy and feminine. He walks to behind the counter, with you staying on the other side, like you were a genuine sale.

“See anything you like?” he asks, resting his elbow on the glass and peering down through it.

You blink at him. “Uh…of Rolex watches?”

“Yeah.”

“Mm…” you press your index finger to your chin and glance at a few. “I like that one.” You point with that same finger and he follows the line with his eyes.

“Hm,” he says, using his key to unlock the case, then slides the opening to the side to gently pull the watch out. “Oystersteel and yellow gold, 18 karat. Wanna try it on?”

“Sure.”

He releases the safety clasp, pulling apart the band, and slides it through your hand down to your wrist, then fastens the clasp until he hears a click. You immediately raise your wrist up into the air, twisting it to assess, and there’s a sparkle in your eyes.

“How much is it?” you ask.

“Thirty.”

“Thirty-what?”

“Thirty-thousand.”

Your jaw drops. “Oh my god. Get this thing off of me.”

He laughs and his hands find the clasp at your wrist, unfastening it and you’re trembling a bit as you shake it off before he catches it in his palm. “Not my fault you literally chose one of the most expensive watches we have in this section.”

“This is insane. How do people afford any of these?” you ask, feet wandering and now you’re clearly curious as you inspect the cases.

“We have more affordable watches available for lingerie store workers,” he tells you, clicking his tongue to get your attention and you turn around then follow him to the other end of the counter. He points at the glass. “These are all under three-thousand.”

“Oh…” you peer at them with interest, and he watches you. His eyes fall to your wrist.

“Here,” he says, sliding the display case door open, and pulls out another watch, “I think you’d look nice in this.”

He shows it to you for a second before releasing the clasp and holding onto your hand to slide the watch through it. After fastening it, he looks up at your expression, and his heart’s beating a bit faster. You turn your wrist in the air to marvel at the watch, and he thinks your eyes look stunning from the way the shimmer of the watch reflects off of them.

“Wow,” you say.

“I knew you’d look good in anything rose gold,” he says, both elbows on the counter as he watches you, “this one’s only a couple thousand.”

You’re still a little speechless as you look at it, right index finger tracing the dial. He wants to buy it for you. He could, it’s not much of an issue, he’d just have to kiss goodbye to that used gaming PC he’s been eyeing on craigslist for the past couple of months, but something in his gut tells him it’d be worth it. Something in the soft look in your eyes right now tells him it’d be worth it.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“That it’s beautiful,” you say to him, swallowing and then extending your wrist out to him. “Sorry, wearing it for too long. Probably lost a few hundred bucks in value just from the two minutes it was on my wrist.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll buy it for you.”

Your mouth gapes. “W-What?”

“I mean—if you actually like it. Then, I don’t mind,” he says, suddenly a bit flustered.

“Satoru. That’s insane. This is a two-thousand dollar watch.”

He shrugs. “I know, but it looks good on you. I can’t shoplift this one for you, though. But I’ll buy it if you actually want it. And if you lie and say you don’t like it, just to be nice, I’ll read right through it. So be honest.”

“I…” you start, “I really can’t accept that.”

His eyes are level with yours, and something about your persistence in your refusal just makes him want to buy it for you even more. But he’s not gonna push it anymore. He’ll just try to work towards a day where you’ll accept it from him. Where it won’t even be a question to want to decorate you in something as pretty as you are.

“Alright. Then give it back, it’s probably only worth a couple hundred now.”

a/n. hope you enjoyed!! this was fun to write. it was supposed to be longer but i cut it short so maybe part two lol?? i also wanna write versions for choso & suguru in this au lol maybe like a multi in one verse kinda thing haha i like the idea of a hot watch salesman trio. thank you for reading 💕

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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🍓 “good girl.” With Remus

okay so I took a completely different approach on this one and did dad!remus … hope u still like it angel!! and thank you for the request 🤍

summary: yours and remus’ daughter, daisy, throws a mini tantrum. remus handles it like a champ

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Yours and Remus’s daughter looks exactly like you. If you were four years old and quite a bit smaller. She’s got your eyes, your skin tone, your lovely hair. Even her nose is a carbon copy of yours. Remus would be jealous if she wasn’t so pretty. He’s always wanted a kid that looks like him, but one that looks like you is even better.

She’s got a grumpy face that’s shockingly similar to yours, too. She’s pulling it now, sitting on the kitchen bench with her legs swinging and her arms crossed, scowling at Remus so fiercely it’s almost not cute. Almost.

“Daisy girl,” he says patiently. He never wants to lose his patience with her. Ever. Even now, when he’s unhappy with her because she’d shouted at you when you were just trying to help. “You made your mum real upset, you know that?”

Daisy shakes her head vigorously and shouts, “No!”

Remus doesn’t know what she’s saying no to and isn’t sure she knows, either. He sighs.

“No what, baby?” He asks. One of Daisy’s kicking legs catches him in the thigh and he sets a hand over her knee to stop the movement. He squeezes her soft, squishy thigh gently, to let her know he’s not mad. She’s so small his fingers spread all the way to her hip.

She visibly softens under her touch. Her bottom lip wobbles. “No,” she says again, less angry and far more sad.

Daisy promptly bursts into tears. Remus’s heart cracks into a million pieces. Sure, he’s not happy about the shouting, but seeing his little girl cry never fails to break his poor heart.

It only gets worse from there. Daisy starts wailing. Remus has no choice but to scoop her up in his arms and hold her to his chest as if that will glue his heart back together.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes. He holds her with one arm under her butt while his free hand rubs small circles on her back. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Daisy cries and cries and cries. Remus knows you’re gonna appear before you do. You’re not very much stronger than him, when it comes to Daisy’s cries.

You’ve got a look on your face close to heartbreak as you appear in the kitchen doorway. Remus has a funny feeling you’ve been standing just out of sight this whole time. He meets your eyes and frowns.

“Dais,” he says softly into her ear. She’s still crying, shaking from the sobs, but she’s quieter now. She really does sound very sad. “Mummy’s back now. Did you want to say sorry?”

Daisy calms down enough to pull away slightly and look Remus in the eyes. Her face all wet and flushed, eyelashes sticking together, cheeks hot and pink. Remus doesn’t like it one bit. He uses his thumb to push away her sticky tear tracks as she nods.

“Yes,” she says hoarsely, her breaths shaky like they always are when she cries like this.

Remus smiles at her softly. “Okay, then.”

He carries her over to you and she hides in his neck on the way over. Her face is warm and wet on his skin. He can hear every little tremble in her breathing and it takes everything he has not to break down crying himself.

He encourages Daisy out of her hiding place once he’s close to you. She appears, all tear-streaked and so very sad. Remus props her higher on his hip and twists his shoulders so she’s facing you.

“Good girl,” he says to her, softly, encouraging. He strokes a thumb over her hip. “Go on.”

Daisy is quiet for a moment. Then,

“M’sorry, mummy,” she says, quiet as a mouse but so sincere it has both Remus and you smiling like idiots.

“Aw, that’s okay, sweetheart,” you say, never one to hold grudges. You hold your arms out for her and she goes to you immediately.

Remus watches with so much love it hurts as you wrap her up tightly and lay kiss after kiss to her head.

“It’s alright, baby,” you say sweetly. “You know I just wanted to help you, yeah?”

Daisy nods into your shoulder. Remus feels a rush of pride that at least something he’d said to her had stuck.

“I understand that I made you mad, though. I should’ve explained better.” You pull back and Daisy follows suit. You look her in the eyes and smile softly. “I’m sorry, too.”

Daisy falls right back into your chest. “That’s okay, mama.”

You smile so big Remus is sure it aches, your hand rubbing her back soothingly. You meet Remus’s eyes over Daisy’s shoulder, a look on your face that says thank you.

Remus kisses you in lieu of a you’re welcome.

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goosesposts · 2 years

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Dano!Riddler x reader (afab, she/her) smut

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Depiction of murder, knife play, blood, rough sex, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, overstimulation, slight hair pulling, degrading, crying, begging, praising, and reader being a stripper for about 5 seconds

You just finished putting on the skimpy lingerie when you walk on stage, every head in the Iceberg Lounge turns to face you as you swing your body around the metal pole, grinding against it as you begin to remove the little clothing you just put on, you inhale sharply before letting the top fall to the floor, your tits immediately perking up as the cool metal pole brushes against them. You see your target walking towards the stage and you smirk, your eyes subtly trailing over to your partner in crime. Edward sits in a booth not far from where you're performing, his foot taps against the ground impatiently and his eyes are dark, barely visible beneath his hat and glasses

Your target stands at the edge of the platform, his eyes locked on your magnetic body, some cash in his hand. You seductively stride towards him, standing tall and proud in front of him. His hand comes up to tuck the cash in the string of your thong and you bend down, grabbing his face, your thumb brushing against his bottom lip as you whisper in his ear "Care for a private dance?"

He nods eagerly and you waltz off stage, your eyes locking with Edwards for a split second as you lead your target to a slightly more secluded area

He holds his hand out and you look at it in confusion "I never properly introduced myself" he says and you nod, taking his hand and giving it a short shake but he doesn't release it "Atticus Haines," he states his name, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of your palm

"I think I've seen you on the news? You're kind of a big deal, huh?" You knew exactly who he was

He nods shyly "Let me take you home?"

You smile, it's all going according to plan "My hotel's just down the road" you whisper

He smiles and you give him a 'hold on' gesture as you go find something to cover up with, landing on a silk red mini dress before leading him to the doors to leave. Edward wasn't where you left him so you assumed he went back to the hotel room to prepare

Atticus wraps his arm around you as you step into the cold night air, his hand coming down to playfully smack your ass, barely out the door when he gets dragged to the ground making you gasp and stumble backwards

Edward slides the knife against his throat, effectively silencing him as he bleeds out

"Eddie, what the fuck!? You were supposed to wait until we got to the hotel! Like we planned?" You shouted

"He had his filthy hands all over you." He growls, only now do you realize it isn't Eddie. It's the Riddler

"Well we can't just leave him here?" You say looking down at the half dead man as he desperately claws at your leg

Eddie grabs your arm and drags you away to his car, shoving you in the backseat and you scramble to sit up right but he just pushes you down so your back is against the seat and your head is propped up on the door. He climbs in behind you despite the tight squeeze and shuts the door

"Eddie?-" you start to protest but a quick slap to your cheek has you holding your tongue as you bite your bottom lip

"Your a fuckin' whore. He had his hands all over you and I bet you liked it" he says, using the hunting knife to cut one of the straps of the dress "You'll take any attention you can get, even from monsters like him." He says, cutting the other strap and the dress falls limp around your waist. Your tits now bare due to you not putting a bra back on

"That's not true" you pout and he toys with the hem of your panties

"Oh it's not?" He rips your panties off and you gasp "so all this" he swipes two fingers in between your folds, holding them up and letting the wetness glisten in the moon light "is just from me?" He asks in a mocking tone

You nod and he makes a few tsk's with his tongue as he takes a sharp breath through his teeth "I don't believe you."

He pulls the rest of the dress off, leaving you completely naked in front of him, his eyes raking over your body and even though he's seen you naked plenty of times, you still always manage to make his breath catch in his throat

He gropes your tits before trailing down your body and in between your thighs, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit and your eyes flutter shut, he knows your body in and out, he knows exactly how to make you scream and he intends to do just that. His fingers slide down and toy with your entrance, slipping in just barely before sliding back out and you buck your hips against his hand

"please" you mumble, fighting the urge to clamp your thighs around his hand

"What was that?" He smirks

"Please!" You say a little louder and he slams two fingers into you making your eyes water at the sudden stretch, his thumb still massaging your clit while he thrusts his fingers in and out of you

You clench around him, his own pants growing tight at the erotic image in front of him, his stunning girlfriend blissed out, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you ride his fingers and toy with your tits. But he knows what would make it a little more interesting

He takes the knife from before and places it to your throat, your eyes fluttering open at the feeling of cold metal against your sensitive neck and you moan realizing what it is. You try your best to be still but his fingers feel so good you can't help but wiggle from the stimulation, everything all together has you clenching around his fingers as you cum all over his hand, you smile blissfully but he doesn't stop, his fingers still moving in and out of you at a now painful pace, your oversensitive cunt aching for a break but he shows no mercy, rubbing your clit harder than before and you thrash, the knife drawing blood at the center of your throat as you sob.

He lets the knife fall somewhere on the ground and he connects his lips to the wound on your neck and you feel your second orgasm approaching. Your hands desperately grab at his hair, small pleads for a break spilling from your lips and he smiles against your throat, licking up the blood and kissing small apology kisses to your neck

You shake and spasm as your second orgasm rips through you, you cling to him and sob into the crook of his neck, small "thank you"s drip from your mouth as he finally pulls his hand away from your exhausted cunt and you let out a sigh of relief, but he's not done with you just yet. He unbuckles his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock and pumping it in his hand a few times, smearing the pre cum around as lubricant before swiping it through your folds making you jolt, your eyes flying open and you whimper

"you've got one more for me, right baby?" He mumbles, pushing the tip in and letting slide back out

Your thighs ache and everything in you is screaming for a break but you nod, wanting nothing more than to pleasure your dearest Riddler

He smiles, slowly pushing in and you both moan when he bottoms out, you tug at his shirt and he pulls it off, your hands immediately coming up to caress the soft skin of his chest and tummy

You arch your back while he thrusts into you, his pace is rough, fast and hard, you can barely register the things around you, the only thing you can think is- "more" you mumble and he smirks. He speeds up, slamming into you harder than before, his hand is on the window behind you, making a perfect handprint in the fog. You're sure everyone around you knows what's happening, the car is surely shaking but you couldn't care less, how could you care when he's hitting that spot inside you so perfectly, his hand tangled in your hair so he can suck marks into the skin of your neck and your eyes roll back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream, a little drool collecting at the edge of your lips and the tears in your eyes threaten to overflow as his brutal pace makes your brain foggy

You're so close it hurts, you desperately grab at his shoulders and moan his name, along with several "please"'s. Your legs shake and you clench around him, cumming hard for the third time tonight, you smile and let your body relax for a second but he keeps his rhythm, pounding into you and groaning

"please Eddie, 's too much," you plead "hurts"

"I know, baby. I know but I'm so close" he says "jus' a lil more"

You pull him down closer to you, burying your face in his neck and kissing the skin there through your tears

"You can take it, I know you can" he says, your cunt burns, your legs burn, your chest burns. It all burns but you wouldn't dare tell him to stop, you didn't want him to. He pounds into you so hard, you squeeze your eyes shut and momentarily see white specks. He smashes his lips against yours, he laps at your mouth in a sloppy kiss and you both near another orgasm, he moans into your mouth and you drink it in

His hips stutter, his rhythm breaking and his own eyes flutter shut, his lips resting against yours as the kiss stops, his cock twitches and his release spurts out deep inside you, your own release only seconds away, and with one final thrust you scream his name, cumming all over his dick. Your liquids mix and when he pulls out, they drip down and onto the seat. That'll be a bitch to clean up

He cradles your face, kisses your forehead and places a very gentle kiss to the wound on your throat as an apology. You hear police sirens in the distance and that's your signal to dip, he pulls his pants up and climbs into the front seat leaving you to rest in the back

Please, all of my 9 followers send a request 🙏 I'm running out of ideas so I'm posting way less, I'll do other characters and fandoms, I just need requests 🫶

#dano!riddler #riddler smut #riddler x you #riddler x y/n #the riddler #paul dano #riddler fanfic

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a-rat-who-writes · 9 months

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Fogged in

(Written by Rat #1)

I couldn't concentrate on an essay for a class I was failing. My brain wouldn't give me ideas. So i decided to take a break, my therapist said it was good to take breaks and do things that calm me down. She also said to not overwork myself. I got up from my chair by my desk and grabbed my computer and set it on my bed. I went to my mini fridge and grabbed a drink and closed the door. I waked over to my bed and flopped down onto it. As soon as my head hit the bed I was engulfed in comfort. I set my drink on my nightstand and propped myself up against the pillows that were arranged on my bed. I grabbed my computer and set it on my lap. The first thing I opened was Youtube, scary games always brought me comfort, yea they scare you till you pee but it helped me when I was younger with calming down. After a few videos I felt my eyes close more frequently. I turned on music then shut my computer screen and laid down. I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, It took me so long to find the rhythm of sleep. I fell asleep after what felt like days. I woke up in my room? No I couldn't even see around me, but it felt wrong, I could hear the song, everything felt numb. Was I okay?

I should call my therapist. No, I need to call my therapist. She will know what is happening. Last night was weird. I should also tell her of the things I think of. My brain makes me think of horrible and disgusting scenarios. That would definitely be a reason to need help. No… I shouldn't call, my problems are not as bad as her other patients? Yea no I shouldn't, that would be rude and selfish to other people. I went to class even though a part of my body was telling me no and to stay in bed. I had to improve my grade. I had to get up for classes. Every class I went to, it felt as if everyone knew what I thought , they were all looking at me. A few days later the same feeling came up when I had to get ready for school. No, I can't. What would be the point? My grades aren't getting better? My heart hurts every time I breathe, or think one single thought. It hurts. Maybe I should just lay in bed. Yea the bed is safe. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I woke up in the same dead place I fell asleep in. It felt the same as before, bad. All the feelings of dread, terror, pain, sadness. It felt like that's all my room was. The thoughts were worse, louder than before, more frequent. My body hurt, not like a broken bone, more like my body was ready to shut down and my lungs are going to collapse if I take another breath.

I can't call her, she will be busy, she won't answer, she won't care, she will be pissed at me.

I can't, I just can't, I can't call her, I can't get up, I can't deal with the state of my room. I've been in here for days on end, barely being able to get up for the bathroom, or to eat and drink water. Cant get up to brush my teeth or shower, It's just so comfortable in my bed, so warm, so calming. I'm so tired. I'm going to take another nap. Again my room looks worse and worse than when I went to bed. Moldy food on the floor, Three day old water, Dirt and grime on my bed and clothes. I had gotten used to the aroma, i couldn't tell where it came from at first but i never had enough energy to get it out, since i gotten used to the smell i couldn't tell how bad it had gotten

I haven't slept in so long, I don't want it to get worse. The things are terrible, gross, moldy, my hair is matted, My teeth are yellow, I feel like crying all the time. I'm tired every waking second of the day even if I just woke up. Trash has piled up in my room, I don't have the energy to clean it. Every day I hear people outside. People living their life. Not staying inside a trash pit for their last waking hours. Nobody came to check in on me. Was I really that unlikable? Was I that annoying? Nobody came for me.

Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, Nobody,

I couldn't tell what time of day it was anymore, time didn't exist. I couldn't tell if i was dead and ended up in purgatory or in my room still, that's how bad it has gotten. I know it's bad, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. My mind was numb and tired. My limbs were there but they wouldn't move, it was like they were paralyzed. My eyes started to well with tears. They gathered at the inner corner of my eyes and just sat there letting the tears get bigger and bigger. My mind was usually so slow, almost brain dead. Why was it overthinking everything now? Why not before the mess started piling up? Why not before the smell started? Why not before the mold started? The words in my mind got louder and bigger, more intense, More demeaning. I used to be clean, nice, eager to get good grades. My therapist! Where did she go? Did she also get tired of me like all my other friends? My body started twitching because of how hard I started to cry. The thought of it hurt so bad. Losing myself? That's how bad things were. I lost my personality. After crying for what felt like days. I stopped, I was so tired. My body hurt from crying, My eyes slowly shut and I fell into a calming state of sleep. I don't know how long it’s been since I've seen a person, or taken a shower. I'm fucking pathetic. I can’t even take a shower, I can’t even exercise. I probably look like a whale. I would get ridiculed and mocked. There is no point any way, Nobody cares. Nobody cares about me or my life. What a basic thought. My life is not as bad as some people’s. Others have it way worse than me. Why am I saying that nobody cares. My problems are never going to be as bad as some peoples for me to need help.

If your having these thoughts just remember you are loved and cared for, it may not feel like it but you are and you have to remember that

#alone with my thoughts #sewercide #sewer slide #you are loved #tw depressing thoughts #depressiv #story #anxitey #you are not alone #you are enough #short story #low motivation #foggy #not alone after all

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3monthsineurope · 2 years

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July 10, 2022

Sunday I slept until 8 or so. Which is waking up really early for me, but Janell wakes up between midnight and one am, to take over Grayson duty, so Steve gets a chance to sleep. Grayson was napping when I woke up, so I had some coffee and quietly hung out in the living room or a bit.

After a while, Grayson and Steve both woke up. The plan was to head to the farmers market nearby! We wore bathing suits and cover ups, and all got ready for the day. The farmers market was really cool! We shared a super yummy açaí bowl that was served in a hollowed out pineapple, topped with fruit, macadamia nut butter, and nuts. I really liked it! We also shared some mini pancakes topped with strawberries and peanut butter. We walked around and checked out all the vendors. I love going to markets and seeing how talented people are! There was even some rally cool macrame!

We got back in the car and headed to one of the nicest beaches in the United States (classified by some magazine), Kailua Beach. Since it was Sunday, the beach was packed! We tried to find a packing spot, but ended up parking near the boat launch, just for a a few minutes. We all got out and the beach was very beautiful! We took turns taking photos with Grayson and each other, and enjoyed the view and breeze for a bit.

We got back in the car and drove around for a bit, while Grayson napped. The three of us ended up getting pretty hungry, so we ended up at Kona Brewing, but on Oahu (not the big island, hahah). I tried a flight of beers and we shared some sliders with an ube bun! Ube is a purple sweet potato. Then I had a burger for lunch, with macaroni salad, which is one of my faves! Janell and Steve shared a pizza and we took turns eating and holding Grayson.

Our next stop was Waimānalo Farms! Janell had just been out to this farm with her parents and sister, the week before. It was a huge sunflower farm! We were at the end of the season, but there was still some really beautiful sunflowers out and about. Janell and I went out on our own fist, while Grayson napped with Steve. We got some really cute pictures, with some of the random props around the property. After a bit, Steve and Grayson joined us and we got even more cute photos! We also learned that the same farm does pumpkins in the fall, so I’m hoping they will go back then and get some cute pumpkin photos with Grayson.

After the sunflower farm, we headed back to Kailua for the night. We stopped and got some desserts and drinks from the Whole Foods, then settled in for the night. I really wasn’t used to being home and ready for bed around 7, but that was okay! I sat out on the balcony with Janell for a bit, and just chatted. She was doing such a good job as a first time mom! She can’t bear to see Grayson cry, so he had only cried four tears in his life! That is just so amazing to me! And he gets great sleep, since he’s sleeping in Janell or Steve every night (even though they definitely don’t!). Grayson has a ton of clothes because people love to give babies clothes, but since it’s so hot and humid in Hawaii, he’s normally just in a diaper.

After Janell decided to go to bed, I took a shower and went into the guest room. Steve helped me set up Hulu on the TV, so I watched some TV, then fell asleep after a great day in Hawaii! :]

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power25bachmann · 2 years

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yaazuha · 3 years

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TR BOYS AS DADS!

request: “hey ! can i get the tokyo revengers boys (timeskip ofc!) as dads? you can choose who !”

ofc! (ily bae<3) i put draken in here for you btw!

pairings: ryuguji ken, mitsuya takashi & kazutora hanemiya x reader. (timeskip)

warnings fluff!!! literally that’s it, it’s so cute LMFAOSB

RYUGUJI KEN (DRAKEN!)

the “go grab me a” dad.

you can’t tell me draken wouldn’t use his kids to his advantage. if one of them are going downstairs, they better be quick! if not, you’ll hear ken-chin over here yell—

“hey, grab me a bottle of water while you’re down there!!”

don’t think you’re safe either. draken would need you to oil his scalp correctly at night, or lay out his clothes for him for work tomorrow. he’s a grumpy man in the morning, so scavenging for clothes while his eyes are adjusting to the light is never a good combo.

draken can just be a lot little dependent on his family, which is okay!

overall, draken would be a great father!! he was basically a parental figure not only to mikey, but to toman in general, so he’s got a few tips and tricks that can work on his kids.

impulsively decides to teach his children how to walk if the remotes across the room, so that they can get it for him <3 even if it’ll take some time.

at least he doesn’t have to get up and walk all the way over there, just to return to his regular spot.

“dad—”

“just, put ya’ leg in front of the other,”

“dad, i’m twelve,” your daughter huffs, rolling her eyes at her fathers antics. she was trying her best to hide her laughter, trying to come off as ‘angry’ with her father. “do you need me to get something for you?”

draken pushed himself back against the headboard, propping his feet up on the bed. he nodded, pointing over to his phone on your side of the room. “yea, my phone’s on their side of the room.”

after your daughter retrieved draken’s phone, she skipped over to him to hand him the device, in which he smiled in return. “you’re my favorite!” he expresses dramatically, grabbing her head and bringing it over to kiss her forehead.

“could you also grab me a snack from downstairs—”

“dad!”

TAKASHI MITSUYA !

the ‘family man’ dad.

mitsuya’s always been a family guy, even from a young age. raising his sisters gave him an advantage to raising kids.

attends and participates on every family oriented days. bring your child to work day? he’s dragging both of your children to his job. daddy/daughter day? career day? he’s participating every year.

keeps little photo’s of you and the kids around his desk at work. keeps a photo in his wallet. has everyone’s baby pictures (including yours and his!) on the refrigerator.

makes homemade tapes to show your kids when they’re older, and even at their weddings.

makes sure to save money on the side for their college tuition & funds. college isn’t something he’ll force on his children, but he would like them to attend so they can have great jobs.

teaches his kids how to cook, and gives them certain days out of the week to cook for you and him. it’s a fun little challenge to watch them play and have fun in the kitchen.

“i think we should put milk in it,” your son stood in front of the open refrigerator, ducking his head down to look at the ingredients. “because that’ll make it thicker.”

your daughter, who’s younger than your son, and is also currently on a step stool to reach the stove, shook her head. “no! daddy says to use heavy whipping cream instead!”

“uh huh,” your son responds, grabbing the heavy whipping cream from the door and walking it over to your daughter.

you couldn’t help but laugh, setting down your wineglass. you and your husband were seated at the bar of your kitchen, watching your kids make your dinner. “she’s a little bossy, isn’t she?”

“damn right she is,” mitsuya responded, resting his chin in his palm. he looked over from his daughter, all the way to you. “she acts just like you— literally a mini you.”

you scoffed, raising your wineglass to your lips once more. “you’re no better, your son won’t stop checking himself out. look familiar?”

mitsuya looked over to his son, who was currently attempting to look at himself on a metal spatula. both you and your husband began to laugh, watching your daughter scold her brother for not helping.

they were really just miniature versions of you two.

KAZUTOTA HANEMIYA <3

the ‘spoiling’ dad.

kazutora wasn’t really ever experienced with children.

he also didn’t want his children to hate him, especially for his past. therefore, he decides to spoil his children. it’s not hard, especially with one little girl.

if his babygirl wants to play with his hair? he’ll give her some rubber bands and bows. if she wants to play with his earring, he’ll tie his hair up so she can claw at it like a cat.

he’s sat and watched countless episodes of cocomelon and other children shows, but he never complains. anything for his daughter <3

keeps his girl attached to his hip, all the time. dare to put her down and she’d throw a fit. she wants her daddy all the time, sometimes it even makes you jealous.

chifuyu loves when kazutora brings his daughter to work. she’s very friendly with the animals, especially the cats, and it helps keep them calm when need be.

she definitely reminds chifuyu and kazutora of baji <3

has a secret pinky swear with his daughter, normally they have to use this whenever you say no to something; and he can’t bare to see the disappointment on his baby’s face. that means a little sneaking out…

“no ice cream before dinner, guys!” you yelled.

once your bathroom door closed shut, kazutora dropped to his knees in front of your daughter. “we’re gonna have to be quick, ‘kay?” he raised his eyebrows, lifting his hand between the two. “what’s our plan?”

your daughter cleared her throat, playing at kazutora’s sleeve. “gotta get two cones of ice cream before mommy’s out the shower,” she bounced on her small feet with a smile. “one chocolate and one vanilla!”

“good girl!” he smiled, balling up his fist and extending his pinky out. “c’mon, you know the drill.”

and she did, this was their good luck charm! her pinky looped with kazu’s, twisting their hands around until he left a kiss on the back of her hand; and she pressed a kiss to his.

once the hold dropped, his hands went under your daughters arms and hoisted her up, setting her on his hip per usual. his palm resided on her butt, balancing her on his side and he went to grab his keys.

“we’ll even bring back mommy somethin’, yeah?” kazutora whispered, feeling his daughters small hands play in his ponytail.

the front door shut, and the two of them were gone. though, your back was pressed to the door, listening in on the conversation. you smiled to yourself, shaking your head softly.

such a daddy's girl

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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deception.

a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth.

but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.

it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to.

for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50.

you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead?

“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”

you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.

daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself.

you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day.

as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.

his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him.

“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”

you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”

“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”

you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.

“good. lift your head up.”

it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.

the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.

“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”

“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead.

“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”

“just you– only yours.”

“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone.

cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face.

“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”

bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you.

“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.

a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away.

“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too.

“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”

bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.

you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet.

after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls.

even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious.

“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion.

bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you.

“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture–

next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.

“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.”

without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop.

your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.

“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.

“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.

the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face.

“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum.

“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate.

“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”

your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth.

“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.

“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”

you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair.

“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues, “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?”

you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”

bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”

“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist.

“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication.

a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.

“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath.

“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze.

“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.

“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him.

you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–”

bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.

“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”

“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.

“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time.

“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal. “you still feel so fucking good.”

your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.”

he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.

“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full.

but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning.

“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time.

“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”

“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself before he allows you to cum.

“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.

your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.

“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.

“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed.

“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you.

“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

“cum.”

the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock.

“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you.

“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.

bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt.

after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high.

“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly.

you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked.

“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not.

“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all.

“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”

bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”

“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak.

“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.”

his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips.

“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief.

you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”

he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”

getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart.

“but you said–”

“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”

and it twists painfully.

“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.

you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.

“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”

you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face.

your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation.

“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”

“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes.

bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.”

the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too.

“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time.

“and don’t even think of finding me again.”

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Causing A Fuss-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvitserkk)

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Requested by @elennox03 : Can you write an imagine where Anthony’s wife is pregnant and she’s at the very end of her pregnancy and he is trying to make her stay in bed and rest but she refuses and she’s somewhere in the house and she goes into labor and Anthony freaks out and then after the baby is born a little cute dad Anthony fluff?

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Hyacinth Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law), Violet Bridgerton x Reader (mother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Pregnancy side effects, labour, mention of blood, fluff fluff fluff

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Anthony's strides were quick as he explored the house, desperately seeking his wife. Members of staff were ambushed with questions, startled by his tone. When he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would huff and storm off again. Where was his beloved? She wasn't where she was supposed to be.

(Y/N) laid back on the sofa as Hyacinth fanned her, the pregnant woman also fanning herself. She was just too hot, she was tired and her feet felt like they had been hit with a hammer. Her shoes were on the floor, it was far too painful to be wearing them.

"Thank you so much darling." (Y/N) said to her sister-in-law.

"Is it really that bad?" Hyacinth asked.

(Y/N) wanted to say yes. Despite pregnancy being an extraordinary feeling, the emotions and connections you made with your unborn child were confusing, there were quite a few downsides; the sickness, the tiredness, not being able to fit into your dresses or shoes, as well as feeling every single type of emotion everyday. But after seeing the young girls scared face, she knew she couldn't be entirely truthful.

"No, of course not." (Y/N) smiled, sitting up slightly."It can just get a little tiring sometimes. Have you ever held a baby?"

She nodded.

"It was heavier than you imagined, hm? Well, my baby is a little heavy right now. But they will be here soon."

"I'm very excited to meet them. I can't wait to be an auntie!"

(Y/N) melted at that."You'll be an amazing auntie."

"Here you are." Anthony entered the room, relieved to see (Y/N), until he saw what state she was in."What is wrong? Hyacinth, why didn't you fetch for me sooner?"

Anthony rushed to his wife's side, snatching the fan from his sister and fanning his wife. (Y/N) was irritated whenever Anthony was like this, it was sweet that he cared, but her fuse was short. She was resting, not bed ridden.

"I am not returning to bed Anthony. I do not wish to bicker with you." (Y/N) made it clear."I am just hot, that is all."

"The doctor advised that you stay in bed for most of the day-"

"Anthony, I cannot stay cooped up all day, laying down and doing nothing. I would go simply mad. And I have spoken to friends who are or have been pregnant, none of them did that."

"They are not professionally trained."

"That doctor has never carried a baby."

"(Y/N) said it isn't that heavy." Hyacinth spoke up.

Anthony slowly turned his head to his sister. "This is a matter for the grown ups. Go and...play somewhere."

Hyacinth knew better than to argue with Anthony, rolling her eyes before leaving. (Y/N) pursed her lips at her husband's behaviour.

"Did I ever mention how amazing you are with children?"

Anthony smirked."Well, it's a bit late to be getting lessons on childcare, isn't it?"

(Y/N) giggled, taking Anthony's hand and placing it on her bump. Anthony loved touching her growing bump. It had been strange to see his wife changing shape before his eyes. He was so used to her body having run his hands over every angle, seeing it every day from the time they were married. But it made him fall even more in love with her, if that was even possible. Anthony could write a hundred pages expressing his love for his wife, and it would still never be enough.

"I still can't believe we're having a baby." he breathed out.

(Y/N) scoffed."Are you saying I've always looked like this?"

Anthony laughed."Of course not. But no matter how much you talk about such a thing, no matter how much preparation you do, it just seems surreal."

(Y/N) hummed in response, putting her hand on top of his."I've loved carrying them, but it is time for them to come out into the world."

"Still not saying whether it's a boy or girl?"

(Y/N) shook her head."I just don't feel one way about it. Not that I care about that, as long as they're healthy."

"I still say boy."

"You would."

"You just said you didn't care."

"I don't."

"(Y/N), please can you just promise me one thing?"

"Anthony, I am not staying in bed-"

"Stay by my side as much as possible. The baby is due soon and I want to ensure you are safe when the time comes."

"Oh, Anthony, I'm with you for a majority of the day anyway."

"I know but, if there are moments where I am not present, I want to have a sound mind that you are in safe hands, such as family or a member of staff."

"Well, you know I'm not going to be leaving the house, much to my annoyance. So I will be guarded all day and night."

"You're making it sound like you're a prisoner."

"I'm just being dramatic. I just want to meet our child now."

"Well, I can't deny either of those statements."

Anthony wasn't exaggerating when he said he wanted (Y/N) beside him at all times. From then on, they were seen with each other anywhere they went in the house. Anthony didn't go out as much as he did, and he instructed there always be staff in every room and corridor. She didn't mind it, however, as her due date grew closer, the more nervous she became. Unfortunately, that meant her temper was shorter, she became more snappy and tired, and she didn't want everyone constantly reminding her that she was about to give birth. (Y/N) tried so hard to not take it out on her husband, but because he was the one always beside her, he was the only person she could lash out at.

"Anthony, I'm sorry but I just need a few moments alone. I'll return soon, just...let me calm down. I'm sorry." she apologised as she walked away from him, having screamed about how frustrated she was.

She didn't hide her deep breathing as she waddled down the corridors, passing by staff that worryingly watched her. (Y/N) wanted to calm her heart rate, try and clear her mind. Feeling too many eyes on her, (Y/N) escaped into the nearest room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"(Y/N)?" Hyacinth said behind her.

(Y/N) sighed. Would she ever be alone again?

"What are you doing in my playroom? I thought you would be with Anthony."

She was playing with her dolls, three propped up in mini chairs, as was she, as they indulged in an imaginary afternoon tea. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that, envisioning her child playing in this room.

"Sorry darling, I just...I needed some time away from the grown ups."

"Oh, alright. Would you like to join us for tea?" she gestured to the chair beside her, causing (Y/N) to laugh.

"I don't think I would fit in that chair, even if I wasn't with child. I'll take the rocking chair. You carry on darling, I'm sorry for the interruption."

Her aching feet carried her to the chair, cautiously lowering down onto it. She rocked her heels back and forth, though did so slowly in case it caused any nausea. Hyacinth continued her game as if (Y/N) wasn't there, but kept her voice quiet to be respectful. (Y/N) closed her eyes, finally feeling the stress lift for just a moment when a jolt of pain in her stomach startled her. It made her let out a cry, clutching onto her bump as she leaned forward. Hyacinth jumped at the sudden noise, suddenly frightened at the way (Y/N) sounded and looked.

(Y/N)'s breathing got faster and deeper, yelling out as an unbearable feeling coursed through her. Her hands wrapped around her torso, willing the feeling to stop. A shocked noise escaped her when she felt herself go wet in the chair, liquid dripping down her legs.

"Hyacinth, get Anthony!" (Y/N) groaned, thankful a staff member rushed in. Hyacinth didn't have to be told twice, running as quickly as she could to fetch her brother. She had never seen anyone in such a state, no one had ever mentioned this pain when having a baby. Tears were in her eyes as she finally found Anthony, who was standing with her two other brothers at the staircase.

"Hyacinth, what's wrong?" Benedict was the first to notice the little girl running towards him.

She immediately grabbed Anthony's hand, gripping tightly onto it."Quickly!"

"What's happened?" Anthony asked her her fretting.

"(Y/N)'s having the baby!"

A second of silence passed before Anthony sprinted in the direction his sister came from. He only had to follow the sound of screaming to find his wife. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, she was meant to be upstairs in a comfortable position, surrounded by women staff that were prepared. He halted in the doorway when he saw her clutching onto the servant's arm as she struggled to stand from the chair. He snapped an order at another servant who followed him. The doctor had to get here as soon as possible, and the other students needed to prepare immediately.

"It's alright my love, I'm here. The doctor is on his way." Anthony reassured her as he took her other arm.

"I'm in so much pain Anthony." she wept."I can't do it, I can't do it, I don't have control over my own body. I'm frightened!"

Anthony's heart was shattering into a million pieces seeing his wife like this. He couldn't do anything to help. He couldn't ease the pain. If he could, he would take all of the pain she had and endure it himself. Anthony was a mix of emotions; fear for his wife, excitement to meet his child, terrified at (Y/N)'a reactions and noises. It was all too much, nothing would have prepared him for this.

"Anthony, you must leave!" Violet suddenly appeared.

"Mama, I can't leave her-"

"You wouldn’t want to see this Anthony. Go wait for the doctor, we all know what we’re doing here.”

Anthony knew of the steps to take in this event, it was not proper for a man to be present during the ordeal of birthing. But the love for (Y/N) was urging him to stay and protect her, that was what he was supposed to do as a husband, not abandon her. They went through everything together. Now he was being told to leave because of societies rules.

Benedict and Colin were able to pull away Anthony easier than they thought, due to him being frozen and confused about what he should do. He only registered that (Y/N) was calling for him after they left the room. Fighting against his brothers hold, he ignored their please for him to stop. They didn’t understand. They weren’t married, they had no idea what it was like to be bonded with someone in this way. However, he knew they were right, he had to stay away. All he could do now was help her from outside of the room.

“Where is the doctor?!” he demanded to know from the nearest servant.

“H-he has b-been called upon, Lord Bridgerton.” they stuttered.

“As soon as he arrives, he is to be brought here, quickly! Gather pillows, as many as you can, and blankets, we must ensure my wife is as comfortable as she can be. She should have been giving birth in a bed!”

Benedict and Colin stood back in silence, shocked by the quick turn around in their brother’s behaviour. They didn’t dare say anything in case they were snapped at.

(Y/N) was clinging onto Violet’s hand as she screamed, hating the way her body had taken over and she couldn’t take back control. Violet remained calm, knowing that (Y/N) could do this. She had birthed all of her children with no complications, she knew how much women had to endure, so Violet was equipped with the necessary grit and vigour to help her daughter-in-law. (Y/N) was grateful to have Violet there.

A gruelling eight hours passed, filled with (Y/N) screaming, crying, cursing, pleading and begging for Anthony. It took every ounce of his willpower to not dash back to her, he would never forgive himself for this. He wished he could change the rules so he could be beside her. He paced with a strong drink in his hand for those eight hours, his brothers sitting down, trying to support him. However, it was getting late, and they found themselves struggling to keep their eyes open. Anthony had got rid of his jacket, sleeves rolled up and shirt buttons undone as he got warm, fretting over what was happening to (Y/N).

“Lord Bridgerton!” a servant exclaimed as they entered the room, trying to stay composed.

The men perked up, suddenly awake. Anthony noticed the servant was smiling, which made him relieved.“What is it?”

“Lady Bridgerton has given birth.”

Anthony didn’t need to hear anything else. He instantly ran to where his poor wife had been in labour. Hyacinth would never step foot in that room again. He pushed past anyone that got in his way, halting at the open doors to the playroom. The first thing he saw was blood, a lot of it, alarmed at the sight. But as he entered the room, it was forgotten about when he saw (Y/N)’s grin aimed at the baby wriggling around in her arms. His steps were slow as he approached, scared that he would disturb the peace that had finally fallen in this room.

“Anthony.” (Y/N) breathed out, clearly exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” was all Anthony could manage, eyes still fixed on his child.

“For what?”

“For not being here.”

“You’re here now, and I understand darling. Now come meet your son.”

Anthony’s eyes widened.“I-I have a son? We have a baby boy?”

The doctor who had been crouched beside (Y/N) smiled at the Lord, standing to give the couple their space.“Yes, Lord Bridgerton, you’re now a father and have a son, who is very healthy, just like his mother.”

Violet also backed away, beaming down at her eldest son. She had never imagined him married and settled down so quickly, she expected to have many more years of her son fooling around with women not of a certain standard. Once (Y/N) waltzed in, Violet had seen a change in Anthony, and hope was restored in the Viscount.

“He’s finally here.” (Y/N) smiled as Anthony sat beside her.

“He really is.” one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, whilst the other supported her arms holding the baby.“You’re amazing. You did this (Y/N).”

“We did it.”

“No, no, you did this all by yourself. I’ll be with you every time form now on.”

“Every time? How many are you planning to have?”

He chuckled.“We’ll discuss that later.”

(Y/N) giggled, gently kissing the top of their baby’s forehead. Anthony couldn’t stop smiling, repeating (Y/N)’s actions to her. He had never envisioned this, he didn’t want to be trapped in this life at first. He had so many responsibilities dumped on him after his father died, he wanted to make sure his family was secure and have the freedom for himself; until he met (Y/N), and suddenly, he could see his entire future planned in front of him with this woman. He never fathomed that his heart could give anymore love for anyone else in this world, and he had been proven wrong. (Y/N) was the love of his life, as was his son, and he would protect and cherish them for the rest of his life.

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Put Your Trust In Me

Chapter 3: Steve

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4438

Series Summary: What if I needed to know what happened to Bucky in Wakanda, and I got tired of waiting for Marvel to tell us, so I made it up myself?

Chapter Summary: Steve is back from his mission. He and Bucky discuss when their future looks like.

Warnings: Smut, hand job, anal fingering, anal sex, switch!Bucky, switch!Steve, Nomad Steve, crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, Bucky has PTSD, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: big props to @samantha-lefay for beta-img this, and providing an endless avalanche of encouragement. she is massively inspiring, and i’m so lucky we’re friends. i love you, bestie 💜

If you like it, please support your creator by giving it a reblog. She loves that shit. <3

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His morning chores done, Bucky lies in the soft grass, while his goats frolic around him. He was thinking of taking a swim in the lake beside his hut, but he’s too delighted by the goats to want to get up quite yet.

He’d taken time to name each of the little goofballs yesterday.

The caramel and white spotted girl who gleefully follows him wherever he goes, and always falls asleep on him the moment he sits still, he named Delilah.

The dark brown girl with black spots who chews on everything that doesn’t move out of the way fast enough, and fusses loudly about all the things in the world that she can’t chew on is named Molly.

The light brown girl with the white face who would carry on conversations with him, bleating at Bucky every time the man spoke out loud, he named Penny.

The cream-colored boy with the dusting of tan spots over his pale nose, who headbutts everything in sight—Bucky’s legs, the other goats, straw bales, rocks—he named Steve. The name seemed a natural fit after he’d tried to headbutt his sister and instead ended up in the lake, an alarmed Bucky quickly wading in to rescue him.

Penny bleats for attention and Bucky chuckles and skritches her head between her tiny horns. He watches the clouds while Delilah snoozes against his left side, her head pillowed on his armless shoulder.

He’d decided not to wear his prosthetic for the time being. Shuri was right, it was incredibly comfortable compared to his old one, but he still needed some time to decouple from the soldat, and going without the arm was proving a very efficient way to do just that. The soldat no longer lurked in the recesses of his mind, ready to spring forth given the right cues, but the memories are still there, and the metal arm is a big reminder of his time as Hydra’s pet monster.

Besides, all of the chores on his little farm could easily be taken care of with a single arm.

Ayo visits him everyday, talking and playing with the goats, sometimes for hours. She’s the only person he feels comfortable asking for help if he needs to put his hair up, or knot the blanket he uses to cover his shoulder.

Ayo told him the goats were Shuri’s idea. They’re mini goats, and will never get much bigger than a medium-sized dog. They won’t grow to the large size of the goats he sees at many of the other huts. His rambunctious little goats aren’t meant to be functional workers, or providers of milk and meat.

Shuri had given him therapy goats.

She reasoned they would help him with PTSD he still struggles with daily, and the truth is, after just a few short days with the capricious little cuties, he has bonded with them. They keep him company, and rely on him for their care. He feels valuable, and needed. Wanted. It makes him feel important that they trust him so thoroughly. One interaction at a time, he begins to feel worthy of that trust.

His mama always used to tell him that animals know your true nature, they can always tell what’s in your heart. His goats didn’t see him as a monster, and it made him feel human again.

Penny lets out an irritable bleat, and Bucky sees her brother aggravating her.

“Come on, Steve,” he tuts. “Don’t be mean to your sister.”

“Did you just call that goat Steve?” a deep voice asks.

Bucky looks up, startled that was so preoccupied with his goats he didn’t hear someone walking up on him. The sun is blotted out by Steve Rogers broad shoulders. His amused face looking down at Bucky with affection.

Bucky blinks up at him. “Yeah, well, he’s blonde, cute but kinda dumb, and picks a fight with everything that moves. It just came to me.”

Steve bends down to rub Delilah’s head where she still sleeps against Bucky. The gesture seems to be the cue for the other goats to swarm him, their loud bleating wakes up Delilah, and she joins the ruckus.

Bucky sits up, and Steve holds his hand out to help him up, and for the first time since Shuri woke him from cryo a week ago, he accepts the offered help.

Steve wraps Bucky in a great big hug, and curls his hand around the base of Bucky’s skull to pull him in for a kiss.

It’s their first real kiss in six months, and Steve’s head spins because he’s so caught up in the way Bucky feels against him, he forgets to breathe.

Bucky pulls away, “Jesus Steve. You stink. And that’s saying something because I was just laying on the ground with goats.”

“I know. I came right off the quinjet. I couldn’t wait to see you.”

Bucky tugs him toward the lake, “C’mon, let me clean you up.”

He lets Steve help him strip off his clothes before peeling off his tactical gear. They wade into the lake together. Bucky’s suddenly grateful that T’Challa and Shuri had put him in a hut that’s isolated from the others so he has some peace and quiet while he recovers.

It makes it easier to skinny dip with his boyfriend.

They swim out to the middle of the lake, and take turns dipping under the water and helping each other scrub off the accumulated sweat and dirt. Bucky spends extra time admiring Steve’s soft beard, and long, shaggy hair. It’s the first time he’s ever seen Steve this unkempt. He isn’t shy about admitting how much he likes it.

“Do I smell better yet?” Steve grins.

Bucky leans in to kiss him. He wraps his arm around Steve’s neck to plaster their chests together, and Steve guesses that’s as good an answer as any. His hands go to Bucky’s hips, and he hums into the kiss.

“God I missed you, Stevie,” Bucky breaks the kiss to gasp against Steve’s mouth. The three days without him seemed to stretch on for miles. A lot had happened in a very short amount of time, and he missed Steve’s strong and supportive presence.

“Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”

Bucky’s cock is diamond hard, and he just needs a little friction, so his arm goes around Steve’s waist to pull their hips tighter, groaning a curse when their dicks slip together and he finds Steve just as hard as he is.

Steve grinds their bodies together with a desperate sound. “Fuck, I missed your cock, Buck,” he purrs. His hand dives under the water, and slips between them to circle their dicks. “Miss the way you taste, ‘n the way you fill me up when you fuck me.”

A shudder rolls through them both when Steve jacks a fist over their shafts. Even Steve’s big hand can’t go all the way around them, but it gets the job done. Bucky tangles his hand in Steve’s wet hair, and kisses him hungrily. Teeth nipping at soft lips, tongues greedily sliding together, mouths possessive, hungry, demanding. Their chests heave with panted breaths, as they swallow each other’s moans.

Steve works them harder, his hand jerking them fast, squeezing them just right. Bucky gasps, “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

“‘M not stoppin’, sweetheart . ‘M close too. Need to see you come for me. Shit, do it now.”

They come together with loud groans, bodies squeezed so tight against each other their noses are smashed together and they share each other’s huffed breaths. Their cocks slip against each other like steel covered in silk as they throb and twitch themselves empty in the murky water of the lake.

Sated for the moment, they lean back in the water and float along silently for awhile shoulder-to-shoulder. The cool vibranium plating over Bucky’s shoulder keeps bumping against Steve, and eventually he pauses to take a good look at it. The gold and black metal catches the sunlight, throwing off sparks of light—a million golden diamonds scattering across his vision like stars.

“Shuri did a hell of a job with your arm,” he says, sounding a little awestruck.

“She sure did. The new one is so light. It almost feels like it isn’t even there. And quiet! It’s so quiet I almost forget it isn’t my real arm.” He presses his lips together before saying, “It’s still hard to wear it. Even though it looks different. I’m still wrestling with a lot of the Winter Soldier’s memories, and that damn silver arm shows up in all of them, you know?”

Steve hums his assent, and suddenly rights himself in the water with a splash. “Did it work, Buck?” It’s the question he’s been dying to ask ever since his boot touched Wakandan soil this afternoon. There’s no need to specify what it is.

Bucky rights himself now too. “It did. Steve, they can’t control me anymore. They don’t work anymore.” He taps his temple, “For the first time in forever I’m all alone in here. It’s just me now.” Suddenly there's a lump in his throat, and his voice breaks when he repeats himself, “They don’t work anymore.”

Unbidden, a sob tears its way out of his chest. Steve pulls him close, and Bucky buries his head against Steve’s neck, and lets loose the emotions he’s been carefully holding back ever since Ayo told him he was free.

Steve soothes him gently, tells Bucky he’s there for him, no matter what happens. But he’s in no hurry to end Bucky’s tears. The man had been through hell: brainwashed, turned into a weapon, controlled by monsters, and abused in ways he still couldn’t talk about—not even with Steve. So Steve would float here in this big, beautiful lake in Africa, and let Bucky unburden the weight on his soul for as long as it took to bring him some measure of peace. He needed the man he loved to know he’d never have to be lost inside himself again. He’d never have to be anyone other than Bucky. He’d never have to be alone. That Steve would march right into hell and punch the devil himself in the face just to save Bucky from the flames.

Because, even though Steve Rogers would break himself in half to save the world, he’d burn this whole fucking planet to ash just to save Bucky.

Finally tears give way to sniffles. Those give way to a soft apology mumbled against Steve’s throat. Tears have turned Bucky’s beautiful eyes a shade of blue so impossible it’s only written about in fairy tales. With an adoring smile, Steve refuses the offered remorse. Instead, he opts to baptize Bucky in forgiveness, love, and devotion, washing all traces of sorrow and regret off his beloved’s forlorn face with gentle kisses, and the warm water of the lake.

Bucky kisses him, wrapping his arm and legs around Steve’s sturdy torso. They slowly melt into each other, letting the lazy ripples of the water lap against their bodies and steer them wherever it may. But slowly the kiss becomes more heated.

Steve’s hands trace down Bucky’s spine to cup his ass cheeks, drawing out a wanton moan. “Stevie,” he asks, his voice soft against Steve’s lips, “will you fuck me? I need you.”

“Of course, sweetheart, but let's go back to our clothes. I’ve got lube in my gear.”

“Okay. But I’m staying right where I am,” indicating that he had every intention of remaining wrapped around Steve’s torso by tightening his arm around Steve’s chest, and nosing against Steve’s neck, “so you best start paddling, punk. Day’s a wastin’.”

Steve can easily swim for both of them, but in the handful of minutes it takes for him to get them back to shore their desperation for each other ratchets up so fast that, by the time Steve steps foot on dry land he’s hard enough to pound nails, and Bucky’s grinding against his hip and sucking hickies into his neck. Suddenly Steve’s painfully aware that it’s been six months since he’d fucked anything but his hand.

As soon as the bottle of lube is out of Steve’s gear, Bucky’s pushing him down into the grass, and impatiently motioning for Steve to squirt some into his outstretched palm. He does, and he’s trying to tell Bucky to slow down, but before he can even put the words together in his brain, Bucky’s already smeared the cool jelly over Steve’s cock, and is sinking down onto it with a relieved curse.

Which pretty much chases every coherent thought Steve’s ever had in his entire life right out of his head.

It has been so long since he’d felt Bucky’s familiar heat surrounding him, the exquisite tightness of Bucky’s hole stroking him, Bucky’s thick thighs working under his hands. Fuck, it felt like forever ago that he had last watched the man he loved fall apart on his cock like this.

Bucky immediately starts riding him hard and fast, almost as greedy for this as Steve is. Steve’s hands fly to Bucky’s chest, and he gasps, “Whoa. You gotta slow down, Buck. ‘M not gonna last like this.”

It’s been so long, the thought chimes in Steve’s head like a bell. The onslaught of Bucky he’s now faced with it nearly overwhelming in its intensity.

Desperate to get them both off, Bucky huffs, “Me neither. Don’t care. Need to feel you, Stevie, please.”

The last word is dangerously close to a sob. Bucky thanks every deity he’s ever heard of that Steve nods his shaggy head, and lets him chase his bliss.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel inside me, Stevie,” he moans. His hand is splayed over Steve’s broad chest, while Steve’s big hands squeeze bruises over his hips, and help Bucky ride his cock.

“God, you feel amazing.” Steve’s voice is full of gravel, and he groans low in his chest when Bucky’s hips twist just right. “Gonna make me come, Buck.”

“Me too,” Bucky’s voice is rough and strained.

Steve’s growing more frantic by the second, and he’s meeting each of Bucky’s movements, slapping their hips together with his insistent thrusts. He sounds wrecked when he buries himself inside Bucky’s tight heat and comes, his cock twitching and spilling warm wetness in Bucky’s guts. The feeling of Steve’s come spreading inside of him, and Steve’s broken groans are the push Bucky needed to fall over his own edge. His orgasm burns through him, and he’s striping come over Steve’s chest with a shout.

He rolls onto his back, but stays pressed against Steve’s side while they catch their breath. Eventually Steve rolls onto his side to look at Bucky.

“T’Challa and I are trying to get you pardoned,” he says.

“Ayo told me. Well, not that T’Challa was helping, but that you were working on it.”

“T’Challa still feels guilty over what happened between you two—what could’ve happened in Siberia—so he’s trying hard to make amends. The hope is that having the King of Wakanda as a character witness might grease the wheels. It would be a little easier if I weren’t technically a fugitive myself, but you know that shield can occasionally move mountains. Even though I gave it back to Tony.”

Bucky chuckles, “Because it’s not the shield that people respect, Steve. It’s you.”

“Be that as it may, it still holds sway over a lot of people, even though it’s not strapped to my back anymore. There’s still a lot of folks who owe Captain America a solid.”

“I thought you were going on missions though? How can you do that if you’re still a fugitive?”

A sly grin spreads across Steve’s lips, “I am working. Just not as an Avenger. Stark likes to pretend he’s the only hero game in town, but he’s far from it.”

“Well please don’t get yourself arrested,” Bucky snorts a laugh.

Steve twists so he can rest his head against Bucky’s chest. He replies with a chuckle. “What? Are you implying I’m unruly?”

“That is exactly what I’m implying.”

“I’m being careful. I promise,” Steve’s eyes are full of sincerity that helps allay Bucky’s fears.

“King T’Challa said I could stay here as long as I wanted.” Bucky says it with an air of incredulity, as if he’s still not entirely sure he deserves such kindness after everything that has happened.

“Is that what you want,” Steve asks, “to stay here?”

Bucky’s eyes survey Steve’s face, knowing he can’t lie to him. He never could. He presses his lips together and shakes his head no. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it here, but I want to be where you are, Steve. But I know I can’t go stateside. So…” he trails off with a shrug.

“Well, what if where I was wasn’t stateside?”

“You mean…. Here?” Bucky asks. Steve nods. Bucky looks around his yard, and back at Steve, “You’d really want to stay here? I mean, it’s peaceful, and beautiful, and the people are so kind and welcoming. I love it, but it’s a far cry from the luxury of the Avengers compound. There’s lots of chores to do, there’s no electricity or wifi unless you go into the city, and the roommates can get a bit rowdy,” he hikes a thumb in the direction of a straw bale where all four goats are sleeping peacefully in the warm sun.

“A: I love chores. B: I already love your roommates—that Steve fella sounds awesome–” Bucky snorts a laugh at that, “and C: the electricity and wifi thing may be an issue, but I’ve been discussing some options with Shuri, and I’m pretty sure I can work around it.”

“Does that mean you’ll still be going on missions and stuff?”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” Steve says softly. “If you want me to stop, I will, without question.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I’m not the only person in the world that needs Steve Rogers. And no one can keep them safe the way you can. Just as long as you come home to me when you can.”

Steve’s eyes shine with happiness, “Sweetheart, trust me when I say every single moment I’m not on a mission–I’ll be right here with you. And the kids.”

“Did you just make a baby goat pun?”

“I did, and I’m proud of it.”

“You know what? I’m having second thoughts about all of this,” he struggles to sit up, and Steve laughs and wrestles him down again.

“You know you love it,” Steve laughs.

“Damnit, I do,” Bucky grumbles.

The smile slips off Steve’s face. With deep sincerity he asks, “You know I’d put you above everyone else, right?”

“I do,” Bucky answers quickly, “but you know I’d never ask you to. Right?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. I do, Buck.” He lets his fingers skate lightly over Bucky’s body. Outlining all of the dips and valleys where skin is pulled tight over hard ridges of muscle; the soft curves that pad his stomach, hips, and thighs; the freckles scattered over his skin like stars.

Steve doesn’t shy away from the scars either. There’s the scars he remembers from when they were rowdy little boys much smaller than they are now. Then the scars Bucky gained when they were brave men much younger than they are now. And the scars Bucky received over the decades as the Winter Soldier. After Steve had locked himself away under an ocean of ice, his aching heart still unbearably full of the fresh pain of losing Bucky.

Steve pays particular attention to the saddle-shaped line of scars that drape around Bucky’s shoulder, where Hydra marked up their brand new monster seventy years ago.

Bucky shudders as Steve’s finger skates around the edge of the metal plating.

“Do you want me to stop?” Steve asks softly.

Bucky shakes his head. “Never,” he whispers, and drags their mouths together with a hand cupped against Steve’s cheek.

Steve kicks a leg over Bucky’s hips to straddle him. Once again Steve’s shoulders blot out the sun, casting a bright halo around him, outlining his silhouette in brilliant golden shards of late afternoon sunlight. His wide shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, his beautiful face coming back into focus when he bends to kiss Bucky. Steve is America’s golden boy. He’s also a textbook example of the golden ratio. More important than any of that—he’s the burnished gold center of Bucky’s lovestruck heart.

“I love you so much,” Bucky sighs.

His hand slips over Steve’s chest, slowly tracing down his pale, freckle-dusted skin. He runs the pads of his fingers over Steve’s Adonis belt to circle his heavy cock. Steve blows out a shaky breath when Bucky’s tight fist leisurely drags over his shaft. He noses along Bucky’s scruffy jaw, his huffed breaths tickling over Bucky’s neck.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Steve moans, “that feels so fucking good.”

Bucky teases Steve by nipping along his throat, “Does it now?”

A blurt of precome spills over Bucky’s knuckles, and Steve gasps, “Fuck yes.”

“Well, why don’t you scoot up here a little, and let me suck your cock?” Bucky smirks as another wet drizzle drips from Steve’s slit, and slides over his fingers.

Steve shakes his head with a whine. He’d love to have Bucky’s mouth wrapped around his dick, but right now he wants something else. “Need you inside me, Buck.” He gently pulls Bucky’s hand off his cock, and pushes it back behind his balls.

Bucky’s fingertips graze over Steve’s hole and Steve makes a strangled sound. Bucky curses softly. “Baby, where’s the-” He’s about to ask where the lube went, but Steve’s already got the bottle in hand, open and ready to coat Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky presses a slick fingertip over Steve’s asshole. He pushes it in, and Steve immediately groans, “More. Another. Please.” Bucky obliges him by slipping a second finger past his rim. A loud rumble bubbles up out of Steve’s chest, followed by a moan of approval.

“Fuck,” Bucky swears softly, “you’re so tight baby.”

Steve sobs quietly, “I missed you so much.”

“Shh. I know, baby. I’m here now,” Bucky reassures him with a kiss, swallowing the needy sounds Steve makes when Bucky starts fucking him with his fingers. “Not going anywhere,” Bucky whispers.

Steve nods against Bucky’s neck, and presses his overheated forehead against the cool vibranium plating of Bucky’s shoulder. “Stevie?” The whispered word next to his ear makes Steve realize he’d gotten completely lost in the sensations. “You okay, baby? Did I hurt you?”

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” he reassures Bucky. “I’m ready, please. Want your cock.”

He whines softly when Bucky takes his fingers back, but it turns into a sound of pure unadulterated lust when the head of Bucky’s cock presses against his hole. Steve rocks back against it, a grateful groan rumbles out of him when the tip breaches his rim.

Bucky’s hips impatiently meet him halfway, but Steve is greedy. “Jesus, Buck, please,” Steve sounds wrecked when he begs Bucky to fuck him.

With a strong hand steadying Steve’s trembling body, Bucky gives him what he wants. “Baby, fuck,” Bucky swears through clenched teeth, “you feel so fucking good.” He growls a curse when Steve’s hole clenches around him at the praise.

“You too, Buck,” Steve gasps, twitching out more precome over Bucky’s abs.

“Get your hand on your cock, baby,” Bucky purrs, and Steve eagerly obliges, jerking himself with a tight fist, in time with the push-pull drag of Bucky’s cock in his ass.

One thrust at a time, Steve breaks down. Pretty soon he’s rocking himself over Bucky’s dick, begging to come. Bucky quietly shushes him, then tilts his hips just right, and after a few more strokes Steve’s body goes rigid while he spills ropes of come across Bucky’s chest and abs.

“Shit, Stevie,” Bucky grunts, “you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you. You gonna come for me?” he groans.

“Yeah, fuck. I am,” Bucky rumbles. He fucks up into Steve harder, and Steve’s hands fly to Bucky’s shoulders, sun-warmed skin under one palm, chilly Wakandan vibranium under the other.

“Please, Bucky. Need to feel you.”

Then with a last hard push of his hips, warmth blooms in Steve’s guts as Bucky gives him what he asked for.

Once their breathing evens out Steve rolls over, molding himself to Bucky’s side, and propping his head up in his hand.

“When do you have to leave again?” Bucky squints at the fading sun, trying to hide the hope in his eyes from Steve.

Steve doesn’t need to see Bucky’s face to know what he’ll find there. Steve shakes his head. “I don’t. Not for awhile anyway. Told Fury I was going to take some time off. A month, maybe two. I’m gonna get us both settled here. Make up for lost time, you know.”

Bucky’s heart is a fragile thing, rapture at Steve’s words making it flutter frantically in his chest like a caged bird. “Really?” His eyes are blue and as pure as the sky after a summer storm when he looks at Steve. “You know you don’t have to? I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will.” His eyes drift over Bucky’s yard. “But I need a break. I haven’t stopped moving for six months. If I stood still for too long I just wanted to come back to Wakanda and wake you up. And that wasn’t what you wanted. So I distracted myself with work. I haven’t slept for more than a three hour stretch since I had to leave you behind.”

Bucky wants to say he’s sorry. He wants to say thank you. He wants to fuss at Steve for spreading himself so thin. What he says instead is, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck. I’m so glad you’re back.”

Soft bleating behind Steve signals that the goats are waking from their afternoon nap. There’s a soft rumble of tiny hooves, then Steve’s shoulder jerks forward suddenly, and he makes a surprised noise.

“I bet I know what just happened,” Bucky says with a grin.

Steve rolls over and retrieves little goat Steve from behind him. He scolds Bucky, “You hush your mouth, I won’t have you saying one bad word about my son. He can headbutt his daddy all he wants.” He hugs baby Steve, and sets the little goat down between them, and the wild little boy immediately headbutts human Steve in the chin with an excited bleat.

The three girls dash over to check on Bucky when he laughs so hard he chokes.

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A Triwizard Baby Part 1 - F.W

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Part 1 Fred Weasley x Fem Reader mini series

Requested/About: Best friends, Y/N and Fred Weasley share a night of passion together during the Triwizard Tournament, after that, everything changes and Fred can’t figure out why until the night of the final task. Y/N has the world on her shoulders, and Fred slowly finds himself losing everyone around him.

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A/N: the ages/school year has been adjusted so everything is legal.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication, drunk and unprotected sex, losing virginity.

It all started when the more outspoken, confident twin crashed into you on the Hogwarts Express in your first year at Hogwarts. Sure, you were upset, embarrassed, and annoyed, but when you looked up and realised who had swept you off your feet, you knew it wasn’t your brain messing with you - from that moment you had fallen for him; Fred Weasley.

After your first train ride, classes, and many more along the way, over the years, you and Fred became best friends, going through thick and thin together, sharing the worlds loudest laughs, best pranks, and even the biggest tears. Your tiny crush on him blossomed into something much more, a love that couldn’t stop growing and spread out of control, but you were sure that Fred didn’t feel the same, and as you became older, reaching the end of your years in the education system, Fred discovered other girls and sex, whilst you drowned yourself in the life of parties and bottles of fire whiskey.

Fred loves the parties, he loves fire whiskey too, but he loves the other girls and the sex in a different way because they feed his ego, and it helped take his mind off you and the fact he didn’t have the guts to pursue you.

You were labelled as the party-girl which every girl wanted to be and wouldn’t challenge to a drinking game if their gold was on the table, and Fred gained the title as the play-boy, who made every lad jealous and watch in envy as he never got rejected and could flirt with any girl he wanted.

You had to hear the stories of your best friend fucking your classmates, and how much they loved it, praising him and gossiping about how skilled he was with his fingers, tongue, and cock. You were jealous, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn't invent your sex life to reach Fred’s rank - you had never had sex - you were a virgin through and through.

Sitting next to Fred on the edge of his bed in the hospital wing you shook your head, laughing at the state of him and his twin, George.

“I’ve got to say, you’ve got a magnificent beard.” You laughed, the sight of George being an old man funnier than you expected.

Fred smirked despite still being pissed off with George “I never knew you were into older men” he winked.

“Well, you never asked.”

George groaned out “get a bloody room, the pair of you!”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled Fred’s pillow from under his head, causing him to slump down, you bashed George with his pillow, sticking your tongue out at him and pulling a face.

“Y/N, don’t encourage them!” Madame Pomfrey hurried over, retrieving Fred’s pillow “Out! Out!” she shooed you.

Standing up and put your hands up in defence “Alright! I’m going!”

Fred’s smirk turned into a grin, “Watch the first task with us?” he asked.

You nodded “with pleasure, I heard Bill is going to be there.”

And you weren’t wrong, the first task came within the blink of an eye, you were honoured to meet Bill in passing - more like a “Hello!” with an awkward wave, followed by “Goodbye!” and another awkward wave, but the dragons fascinated you, and Fred spent the majority of the task watching you instead of the Hungarian Horntail, Swedish Short-Snout, Chinese Fireball, and the Common Welsh Green. George had to keep reminding Fred that their money and future business was on the line.

During the celebration party as it got later in the evening, you and everyone else surrounded Harry, clapping and cheering as he lifted the golden egg infant of him, parading it around, all of you watching and waiting eagerly, encouraging him to open it in hopes that it could liven up the party - giving everyone an excuse to stay up late and continue drinking.

Fred and George lifted Harry up, propping his legs on either of their shoulders, their arms strapping him in so he was above the large and busy crowd.

“Knew you wouldn’t die, Harry.”

“Lose a leg.”

“Or an arm.”

“Pack it in altogether.”

“Never!”

Fred and George stopped heaving Harry into the air, Seamus begging for a clue, you stared at Fred, your eyes getting lost in the strands of his long golden hair, but you weren’t the only one - the girls behind you were fixating on him, whispering about his good looks and height.

You zoned out completely, the same jealousy and bitterness spreading through your veins, you had to talk to him, tell him you loved him, but how?

Harry opened the egg, bright light of gold broke out followed by loud screeching, breaking you out of your toxic train of thoughts, Fred and George dropping Harry and flinching like you and everyone else, covering your ears and begging Harry to shut it up.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron interrupted.

Fred huffed and shook his head “As if this party couldn’t get any worse.” he turned around and tried to flee to his dorm room, calling it a night and encouraging everyone to get to bed.

The two girls behind you who were salivating over Fred pushed past you and called him over, blushing and batting their eyelashes at him.

“We’re throwing a party of our own” she eyed him up as if he was something to eat “tonight doesn’t have to end on a downer.”

Her plan worked, instantly gaining Fred’s attention, he grinned and nodded “Wicked, can I bring someone along?”

“George is already invited” her friend replied, smirking at George.

“Can I bring someone else too, though?” Fred asked.

The girls exchanged looks with one another cautiously, but they didn’t want to let him down or uninterested him, “Of course! Who?”

Probably his friend Lee or some girl he’s fucking.

“Y/N!” Fred called out, smiling at you “You want to join this party with me?”

The girls glared at one another, muttering and swearing under their breaths to one another.

This is your moment, Y/N, don’t mess this up, shoot your shot.

“Yeah!” You smiled back, feeling honoured and slightly shocked “Yeah, sure!”

Once everyone had cleared off, you and your new group sneaked out of the common room and into Moaning Myrtle's territory, all the professors were either partying or fast asleep, even Mr Filch and Mrs Norris grudgingly had the night off.

The dark and grubby bathroom spun around whilst you got onto your knees, the cold tile floor making you shudder when coming into contact with your warm legs. The two girls smirked and sat down too, the shorter one pulling Fred to sit down next to her, her hand continuously placing itself on his knee, ticking you off.

“Well, since Y/N decided to drink her feelings, we’ve got an empty bottle and we could do with a game to lighten up the mood.” The shorter girl spoke out, causing Fred to give her a dirty look for calling you out.

“What is it then?” George asked “Pretty shit place for a party.”

“Careful” you hiccoughed “Don’t want to make Mrytle cry.”

“We’ve decided truth or dare, but with spinning the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to answer a truth, or accept a dare from the spinner.”

You rolled your eyes “Seems very... tween like of you.”

Fred laughed.

“You weren’t invited, so feel free to leave if this party isn’t good enough for you.”

You ignored her and played along anyway.

“George” she squealed “Truth or dare?”

George hesitated for a moment “Truth”

“Does Fred keep you up at night with all the girls he brings back?”

After what felt like an eternity, the bottle finally landed back and George, and he spun the bottle, causing it to land on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

I swear if you ask me anything stupid -

“D-dare.” you hiccoughed again, trying to act bigger than your boots.

George stared at the two desperate girls and looked back at you “I dare you to snog my brother.”

Okay, I really wish I went for truth, what was I thinking? Bloody hell!

“Okay then” you replied nervously, crawling in the middle of the circle, Fred crawling over to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Fred’s warm, large, gentle hands cupped your face, leaning in, his lips pressed against yours shocking both of you as if a spark had ignited, whilst you kissed back, your hands tangled in his long golden hair and the two of you were suddenly hit with the realisation of how in love with one another you actually were.

More students had caught wind of the lame party and livened it up, playing music and brightening the bathroom up with colourful moving lights, bringing more fire whiskey and encouraging everyone to dance.

Everyone around you watched as you and Fred continued to snog, his tongue dancing with yours, his cock starting to support a semi, everyone cheered aside from the two girls who felt as if they had shot themselves in the foot.

“Okay!” the girl called out again, trying to pull Fred away “Times up!”

but he didn’t want to stop, and neither did you, the memories you shared playing out in front of you.

“I’m sorry for crashing into you” he frowned, sitting next to you on the train “is your head alright? I can try and make the bruising go away.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, you chuckled and shook your head “It’s okay but thank you for offering” you smiled.

His twin brother entered the carriage, “Fred-” he stared at you “what’s happened to you?”

“I wish you were coming with us” Fred sighed, grumbling to himself.

“Oh don’t be silly, you’re going on holiday!” you beamed “just make sure you take plenty of pictures, I’ve heard Egypt is lovely!”

“I’ll write to you and I’ll send the photos through the owl post if I’ve got enough time.”

“We’re supposed to be studying for our O.W.Ls!” you hissed at Fred, hiding your answers from him as he continued to make your stationary levitate and drop onto your head.

“Please take part in this prank, Y/N” he begged “I promise I won’t ask for anything ever again.”

“But you always do, Freddie!”

He stared at you, pouting and making puppy eyes.

“Fine” you sighed, giving in “Let’s go and do it then.”

Fred punched the air and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your desk, the two of you smirking and giggling with excitement.

“I didn’t realise it would be this cold” you shivered, standing outside of Honey Dukes, snow falling from the sky and sticking to the pavement.

Fred pulled off his knitted jumper “Put this on love, don’t want you freezing now do we?”

The memories snapped away as Fred fell back, his arm in the girl's hand, you were desperate for more and opened your eyes, frowning that he had been dragged away for a dance with her, you watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her waist.

Getting off your now red cold knees and standing up, you downed some more fire whiskey from the first bottle you laid eyes on and decided to copy Fred - dancing with anyone who wanted you - grinding against them, having them hold you close and breathing down your neck, you had to admit, for someone who had never done this before, you were doing a pretty good job, almost as if you had done it before.

Fred couldn’t get you, the kiss, the feeling of your lips, tongue, and the replay of memories out of his head. Breaking away from the girl, he approached you as you pulled away from the tall Hufflepuff lad, finally reuniting with the love of your life. Almost instantly, Fred’s lips collided with yours, your hands back to being tangled in his hair and his hand squeezing your behind teasingly, alcohol on your breath and his.

“I want you.” you breathed, pulling away from the kiss “I want you to fuck me like you do everyone else.”

“I want you too” Fred replied, taking your hand and fleeing from the party.

After what seemed like a marathon, you finally burst into Fred’s empty dorm room, he shut the door behind him and locked it before kissing you passionately, lowering you onto the bed and taking your clothes off.

This was it, the moment you were craving for years on end, this was it, this was how you would be losing your virginity, this would be giving yourself to your best friend entirely.

But Fred had no idea that it was your first time, in his head, you were having just as much sex as him.

Fred couldn’t get over the sight of your naked body, your breasts, your tummy, your bum, your inner thighs, your exquisite crotch - you were the definition of perfect, he had forgotten about every girl he had ever seen naked at the sight of you, you were making him feel as if this was his first time all over again.

Fred sucked on your nipples whilst he stimulated your clit with his fingers, warming you up, the sensation of his warm tongue and mouth sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and as nervous as you were, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he played with your touch starved clit.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Fred asked, pulling away from your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed out, slurring slightly “I’m ready Freddie.”

Fred’s head, like yours, was also spinning. He stumbled and reached for the lube, applying it onto his length and then across your tight hole. Fred felt as if he had forgotten something, but the more he wracked his own brain, the more he couldn’t remember what he needed. He laid you on your back and climbed on top, lining himself against your entrance.

Looking at you one last time to make sure, you nodded, and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching you out as your walls tightened around you. You winced as you experienced an entirely new feeling, Fred slowed down and stayed still inside of you so you could adjust to his size when you were ready to continue, Fred started to trust himself inside and out of you gently, holding your hand and kissing your head as you started to feel incredible pleasure, your soft moans spilling from your lips.

Fred couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky, he was fucking - no - he wasn’t - he was making love to the most perfect girl in the world, someone he actually cared deeply for and had feelings for, you weren't a stranger, you were special, you weren’t temporary, you were soothing his aching heart - your absence was the cause, and your love - the medicine.

You watched as Fred’s hard cock slid inside and out of you, you admired his perfect body, the way he moaned and expressed the pleasure he was feeling through his facial expressions, you gripped onto his hand tighter as he picked up his speed and throbbed inside of you, you didn’t want this to end, you wanted to live inside this moment forever.

“My- My tummy feels tight” you panted, not knowing what was happening.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Fred panted too “Don’t hold back.”

Oh, so that’s what that feeling means?

The pressure built up until it burst, you felt yourself explode as the pleasure became more intense, you relaxed and released, creaming down Fred’s length, your walls strangling him.

“Fuck!” Fred panted, the beads of sweat spreading across his forehead and back “I’m cumming baby!”

Baby.

“Y/N!”

Fred released his sperm deep inside of you without realising he didn’t have a condom on, you didn’t know whether he had put one on or not either, you didn’t know to ask or mention it, you were on birth control up until last week, you had to come off it due to the side effects and stress you under as your N.E.W.Ts approached.

Fred slowly pulled out and collapsed in your arms, the two of you holding one another, your eyes too heavy to stay open.

As you drifted off to sleep, your life was about to change forever.

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michaelsbigreddick · 2 years

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matt murdock-red lights part 3.

there's 2 more parts to this mini series but you dont necessarily have to read them to read this part. If you happen to want to read the first part you can find it here .

summary: You're Foggy's friend that also happens to be his paralegal. You met Matt through foggy but didn't like him because you had a feeling he was hiding something. One night you wake up to a loud crash and find out its daredevil who broke in. You save his life, and DON'T take his mask off. You take care of him till you think hes ready to leave. He ends up taking a liking to you and comes around every so often when he's 'hurt' or really just wants to see you.

By the way I've never read the book I mention here. I just watched the movie and really enjoyed it.

little details?: you have a medical background. you're friends with jessica jones. you were kidnapped right after college by a drug cartel. (i'll be going more over that in the next chap)

warning: mentions of guns and knives. (they're not used tho) needles are used

matt murdock x female reader

idk man im new to tumblr and i'm still figuring this first part out. Hope y'all enjoy tho.

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You were settling down in bed with your latest reread. It was ‘Never Let Me go’ by Kazuo Ishiguro. You’d read it for the first time in your second year of college. There was a feeling of home in it that you seemed to be missing for a long time. It's been years since you last saw your family. When you left for your internship in another state they weren't under the best terms. And when you disappeared from the face of earth, they didn't take much notice. Throughout the years you read this same book when you needed some sort of comfort. It was the same copy from years ago. The bent spine, curled pages with coffee or wine stains, yellowing on the edges, it was home in the palms of your hands.

“Why? Why didn't he just tell her?” you close the book frustrated with Tommy. You had once again reached the part when he and Kathy were talking about the ‘exceptions’ in the woods.

Laying your head against your pillow, you think about what would've happened if he would've only admitted his feelings.

It was around two in the morning when you heard a crash on your balcony. Your bedroom was parallel to the balcony, if the crash was loud enough to reach you it had to be worth checking out. You didn't remember whether you had locked the door or not. Most of the time you just shut it since you were on the fifth floor. You didn't think there was any possible way to get up to it from the outside.

You reach into your bedside table and debate on whether to take your knife or gun. You preferred your knife but since you didn't know what, or who you were up against you picked up your gun.

You began to walk to your bedroom door.

Your ring bell went off signaling that the balcony door has opened. You listened for them. By the heavy breathing you could tell they weren't trying to be quiet. Perhaps they were running from someone? You took into consideration that they haven't closed the door. That was probably to make a quick get away, which meant you were being robbed. But if they were thieves they'd want to be more quiet.

They didn't close it because they couldn't.

You walk down your hallway and see a figure sprawled on the floor. As you get closer to get a better look you, keep your gun pointed at them.

They began to hum something, a song you were familiar with. Between grunts and shallow breaths you could swear you knew the song but couldn't quite place it. Now within a closer distance your heart feels like it's stopped, just to pick up its pace and quicken again. The one and only Daredevil is laying on your living room floor.

“Holy shit.” you whisper, inching closer to him. You dare to kick him to get some sort of reaction.

“Ow.” he groaned.

“Ow? What the hell are you doing on my floor in the middle of the night?”

“Please, I, I’m, I don't want to cause any trouble.” he tried to prop himself up on his elbow but collapsed onto his side.

He left a dragged blood stain where his hand was. You didn't know what to do. You noticed you still had your gun pointed at him. You didn't know what the best call was. To shoot or not to shoot? You thought about Karen and how no matter what argument is made, she stood behind him.

“Jesus christ you're gonna stain my rug.” you say putting your gun onto the coffee table. You get behind him and put your arms under his. You drag him to the side of your sofa.

“Where are you hurt?” He tried to tell you but he was in and out of consciousness.

“You seriously couldn't be making this any harder.” you give it a moment of thought. If he's here it's because he needs help. If you were going to offer him that help, you'd have to find where he's hurt.

“I'm going to undress you alright?” he gave you a little nod before his head fell to the side. You thought about taking his mask off but decided against it. If he had it on it was for a reason. Even in his unconscious state, you had to respect that.

You start off with his boots. They were heavier than you'd thought they'd be and left pebbles on your floor. His suit was the hardest to get off of him. It was like a matching supersuit that you had to take off of an oversized sleeping toddler. The whole time you undressed him you were uneasy about how long he was unconscious. For now the best you could do was let him rest and hope to god that he woke up. As you retrieved your first aid kit from your bathroom you heard him begin to choke out.

You rushed over to him, kit in hand and dropped it next to him. He was fighting for air and you could feel the sense of calmness drain out of you. You had to think fast. He was too weak to stand, which meant low oxygen. His chest and sides were severely bruised, he couldn't breathe. The only thing you could think of was tension pneumothorax. Which meant he needed a needle decompression.

He tried to get up and you set him back down as you dropped to your knees.

“Hold on a second. You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay.” You start searching through your bag for the needles. You found it only after tossing everything out of the bag. You grab the cleaning alcohol that you had put on the side for this exact moment. you apply some on your hands before spilling some on his chest and the needle. You felt around his chest for the right spot till finally giving up and puncturing his skin. You applied pressure till you heard the gust of air.

“Oh for fucks sake. I have never liked doing that.” you say out of breath.

You let out a deep breath of relief and laugh. You lay your head on his stomach and groan remembering that he had a cut on there too.

“Sorry.” you say, wiping the blood off your forehead.

He took another shallow breath before shaking his head slowly. “No, no, thank you.”

“Im, uh going to stitch you up now. And you're going to need a chest tube.” you look down at your mess on the floor. “I don't know if I have a big enough chest tube...You're going to have to go to the hospital.”

“No, no, hospitals.” he said between consciousness. You decided to clean up shallow wounds and stitch up what needed to be done first. You took your chances with him and didn’t take him to the hospital. Instead you brought your office chair with wheels and used it to transport him to your bedroom. You threw a blanket over your white sheets hoping for the best.

He woke up long enough to help you get him onto your bed. He was unconscious for the most part, but you gave him sedatives for the pain he might have felt between alertness.

You decided to call up Jessica for a little bit of help.

“Hey.” you sounded tired but that wasn't anything new.

“Hey y/n is everything alright?” she sounded concerned between her slurred words.

“Yea yea, everything's alright, I um, I was just wondering if you, it's actually a really big favor.”

“Well what is it?”

“I need some medical supplies. Nothing crazy, pain meds some fluids,”but she cut you off before you could continue.

“y/n you're not in that shit again are you? I need you to tell me so I can get rid of them.”

“No, they, they haven't found me. I'm alright.”

“Then why do you need all that crap?”

“It's for a…friend.” she groaned.

“Look, I'll tell you more in the morning, alright?”

“Fine.” She hung up.

You did end up having a big enough chest tube for him. After hooking him up you laid down at the foot of your bed.

There you watched him for the night. Every once in a while Nicki would come in and check on both of you. It was morning when you felt him try to get up and leave.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

“I have to go. I appreciate the help. I do but I have to go.” he tried pulling the chest tube out of him and winced.

“That's one reason you can't leave. Now stop being a pain. Do you have any idea how scared I was putting that thing on you? You have so much scar tissue!” you realized how much you had raised your voice and lowered it before continuing. But the truth is you were terrified last night. Maybe it was the ptsd. Maybe it was the pressure of having to help Daredevil. All you knew was if he died in your apartment, you'd have to start from scratch all over again in a different city.

“You can't leave. Not yet. Plus it's only eight in the morning.” saying that made you realize how late you were to work. “Oh shit. Foggy.”

You look for your phone on the bed and call Foggy. He seemed understanding when you told him how bad your period cramps were and said he'd pass by later with some Pho. But you made up some other lie to keep him away from your apartment.

"I'll do what I can from home."

Right as you were hanging up you heard a knock at your door. It was most likely to be Jessica with the things you had asked for. You had sent her a full list of things you needed to keep this guy stable.

“I need you to stay here and not move. Move that thing too much and it'll get infected.” you knew that wasn't the reason for infection but you'd say anything to keep him put. He rests his head against the headboard in defeat.

You opened the door and Jessica entered with a plain black duffle bag. “You look like shit y/n.”

“Well so do you Jess.”

“Touche.” she said, dropping it besides the bloody handprint on your floor.

“Whats this?”

“I uh, he's in the bedroom.” you mumble. She smiled and headed towards it.

“Jesus Jess not like that,” you follow closely behind her. She stops at the door frame.

“Why is he shirtless?”

"Because I don't necessarily have anything that will fit him now do i?” she shot you a look. You had more than enough options on shirts for him to wear

“Shut up.”

“I didn't say anything.” she walked over to him, eyeing him looking to see how weak he really was. You leave her there with him while you go and get the duffle bag which you have to drag to your room.

“You're telling me the Devil of Hell's Kitchen is just okay with lying in some civilians bed?” you're setting up the i.v now to get him hooked up on fluids.

“Not exactly. I may have given him a little something for the pain. It makes him a little sleepy but it should also be helping him with the pain.”

“You kidnapped him?”

“Thats,” you stopped, giving it some thought. It did seem like you had kidnapped him.

"Well no, he stumbled into my apartment." Stumbled would be the wrong word. "He broke into my apartment in the middle of the night on the verge of death so I'd say I did not kidnap him. He came to me,” you cleaned up his arm and inserted the I.V into his arm,.

“Oh god y/n. Well what are you going to do now? And why the hell does he still have the wrestling mask on.” You could tell she was growing frustrated and you felt yourself doing the same.

“I dont know alright? When someone needs help I dont think about what comes after alright? I'm just figuring it out as I go. Jess, thank you for bringing me this stuff. However you got it, I will pay you back but for now I need you to leave.”

You knew this had to have sucked for her. She got you out of that horrible situation back in texas. She gave you a new beginning and now you're acting like you dont need her.

“Please, I'll be okay.'' Neither of you enjoyed hugs or physical touch much. But you hugged her anyway.

“Call me when this blows up in your face alright?”

“I will.” you promised.

You began to cook breakfast. Something that wouldn't take too long to make or much of a mess to clean up. You end up cutting up some fruit, scrambling some eggs, all with a side of toast.

You cooked your portions first then cooked his when he finally woke up again which was around noon.

“I really appreciate all of this but I have to go.” he said as you entered your room.

“I will keep you drugged for days if you keep saying that.” you were only slightly kidding. You climbed onto bed from the other side to avoid the possibility of accidentally tugging on his chest tube. When you set the tray on his lap you realized you'd have to feed him.

“I'm going to feed you, but don't make it weird.” he smiled and chuckled lightly,wincing at the pain in his chest. You started with the eggs. It was weird the way his lips made the chewing look so sensual. You were staring even when he was done chewing.

“Where'd you get those scars from.” you were referring to the ones that laid nearly symmetrically below his collar bones.

“I thought they'd look cool so I hired a ninja to do them.”

“Asshole.”

“It was a ninja. I just didn't pay him to do it.” you started off with the fruit and interchanged it with the toast.

“Why haven't you tried taking my mask off?” he asked as you fed him another portion of fruit.

“I don't really care who you are.'' It sounded rough. Maybe it was the phrasing. But that's as simple as you could put it. You didn't care to know. Maybe it was better if you stayed not knowing.

“I don't expect anything in return for this. Not even knowing who you are. You wear the mask for a reason don't you?”

“Yea, I do.” he said, sounding on the verge of disappointment.

“Im uh going to clean up the kitchen now. Any recommendations for dinner?”

“Pho?”

You looked at him confused. “Um yea. I can order some for dinner.”

The entire day you did your best to make him as comfortable as possible. You were a little giddy to have him in your apartment. You wanted to ask him questions like how did you get up to my balcony? Why my place? How did this happen? Why do you want to leave so bad? But like a lot of things that came with this entire situation, you decided against it. You had a feeling the more you pushed the more he'd want to leave. When you offered him your phone to call someone and let them know he was okay, he said he didn't have anyone that would be worried.

You spent the day between emailing foggy files back and forth and taking care of your patient. Which was pretty much trying to keep up with work while helping Daredevil do some podcast surfing. You insisted that there were more interesting things to see on tv, or any other streaming service but he insisted on podcasts. Most of them were led by women.

You got a bit uncomfortable with him wearing the mask all day so you offered him something else. A thin black scarf that you typically prefered to just tie onto your purse as a little accessory.

“I won't look while you switch it. Or I can just close the door and knock before I come in. That way you can put it back on.”

“I'll take the scarf thank you.”

By dinner you fed him again and you made sure not to stare more than was acceptable. You wanted to wash him up a bit which he in the beginning declined but in the end was alright with. It was summer and even with the a.c even you who wasn't sitting in bed all day felt sticky.

You were now laying down on the end of your bed again. You told Foggy that you'd need another day or two before coming back. You were reading your book again. The rustling of your pages and Nicki's purrs were the only things to be heard. Nicki had quickly taken a liking to him. Spent more time with him than she liked to spend with you.

“Is that book any good?” has to be if its in that condition right?” you realized he wasn't very good at telling jokes very early on and decided to let the backhanded comment go.

“Yea its one of my favorites.”

“What's it about?” the question caught you by surprise. There wasn't really a moral to the story, you just liked it.

“It's about a girl who loves a boy. The boy loves the girl back. When they grow up they're still in love. But soon after they act on those feeling of love, they both die. A simple story really.”

“It's never that simple.”

“Books?”

“Love.”

“It is. We people choose to complicate things.”

He hummed.

“Would you mind reading it to me? It'll help with the healing process.” he grinned. You felt a flutter in your stomach.

“From the beginning?’

"From where you are now is fine.” but you decided to start from the beginning. No one had ever wanted to read this book after you recommended it. You felt like if you were going to enjoy something completely, you had to know everything there was to know about it. You read till your eyes and throat felt dry, you read till you fell asleep.

When you woke up to check on his tube and give him his medication you found the book lying on your bed stand. It had a bookmark from your drawer in the last place you remember reading.

He spent another two days with you. He was leaving only under strict conditions that he'd be back for some check ups till you said he was better.

“That means no crime fighting for at least a week. It’s a miracle you're even off this thing already.” You were wrapping his chest tube to make it easier to throw away.

“I'll do my best.”

“Not your best. You come back here with anything new and I swear to you you're going to walk out of here worse than how you came in.”

“With threats like that what makes you sure I'll be coming back?” he had his suit on, ready to leave, hands on his hips waiting for your answer.

“They always come back.” you toss the scarf to him and he catches it with one quick hand.

“Now go before I change my mind.” He walks to your balcony and turns back to you one more time before leaving.

You didn't lock your balcony anymore after that. The next time he saw you he had healed better and didn't have anything new. He wore the scarf when he came to see you. Sometimes he even brought you a bottle of liquor for you in return for all of your help.

You got to know him. He was a simple guy really. There was nothing extraordinary about him. He was just a guy in a suit with what he called enhanced senses. He was a bigger fan of older music than he was to anything new.

When he stayed on your couch you read to him until ultimately falling asleep. You would always wake up on your bed each morning of. Those mornings you'd wake up tired, so goddamn tired. But the giddy feeling you'd get after remembering the night before gave you more than enough energy to get you through the day. It felt surreal. Besides the medical equipment and blood in your apartment, there wasn't any other trace of him. The secret of it all made it more of a thrill. It was a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt murdock x y/n #marvel daredevil #female reader #karen page #acts of service

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ryozoro · 3 years

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Hades Playlist - iv.

NOW PLAYING: Memories - David Guetta [ft. Kid Cudi]

an; yo, sorry if the transitions are a little sloppy; I’ll go back in and fix them when I have the chance :,)

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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Requested by anon: Omg hi again may I request a Sherlock Holmes x reader were they get married and have kids! Thank you <3

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Reader

Warnings: One smut-indication?, funny angst, fluffity fluff, no proof-reading

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Note: I’m making this a continuation of Reminders if that’s ok with you-

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Tears were shed, laughs were scattered, cheers were shouted. Sherlock had made good on his promise and married the lovely beautiful artist. He couldn’t stray his eyes from hers the entire wedding. It was difficult to even form words with how breathtaking the angel in front of him looked. Did they really expect him to say vows with this gift from the heavens standing right before him?!

Although Sherlock found it hard, he managed to spit out the words that caught in his throat. You’d hardly be able to tell he was a nervous wreck; the loving words that should bind them in mere moments came from his lips like poetry.

As soon as they were wed, Sherlock was eager to have his wife to himself. The entire after-party, he sat beside her with his leg bouncing impatiently, and that night he’d made love to her more times than they’d ever done in a week. A new record. He made it known that his promise was good.

What was to come after, though, was surely to be expected.

“Rin, stop moving sweetie.” She begged calmly for what felt like the thousandth time. Her youngest daughter fidgeted in the chair. She looked like a baby-doll propped up in an adults’ chair with how small she was. Painting her children was not uncommon for Y/n. They loved to model for their mother but most of the time her children could just barely stay still.

Their oldest, Eddie, a nickname for Edward, was goofy and had a heart like his aunt’s, both Enola and Eddie more child-like than times would prefer. Second oldest, Will Claud, short for William Claud, was determined, like his father, but had a habit of over doing it. He was the strict and ...well, the nerd brother. Will Claud just wanted to impress his father and mother, but he seemed to listen to his uncle Mycroft too much.

Next born was Alice. She had her mother’s skill in art as well as her father’s skill in mystery. She and Will Claud were born not too long from each other, so it was no surprise that they were constantly wrestling for the spotlight. Alice didn’t try to outwit her brother as much as he did her, but she wasn’t new to winning.

Finally, the twins; Clayton and Catherine. Clayton was mischievous and didn’t hesitate to make it known, but Catherine, sitting in that chair across her mother as her soft skin is replicated by paint onto a canvas of color, was practically an angel.

While the other children would hurdle over each other to get to their father every time he stepped through the front doors, Cathy would wait beside her mother politely before walking to her father slowly. Her siblings would part, forming a walkway in the middle as if she were royalty.

So then the joke was made and the chair painting was currently underway. They had to find the right chair, and they did. It looked so elegant, so royally distinguished. It looked perfect. Fit for a queen.

And that was what the joke was. That Catherine was the “queen”. Not a very funny one without context, Cathy’s siblings later found out, but a good one to tease her with. However, queen Cathy didn’t mind it. In fact, she was quick to drop into character, the smoothest transition known to man-kind.

While, yes, Catherine’s character was rather humorous, it still held some concerns. Would she become the lordly queen her siblings tried to paint her as? Would she ever realize it was all a joke her siblings made up? Growing up was never something she forced on her children, but she didn’t want to have them growing too used to a title like that. Y/n joked to her husband one night in bed as they held the sleeping majesty, whom had crawled into their bed without reason.

“I’m highly aware she’s ‘the queen’ and all, but I really hope she doesn’t decide she’d like to adopt the complete role. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if my baby became my nightmare. The other four are already so much work.” She chuckled as she brushed some of Catherine’s hair behind her ear.

Sherlock looked at his sleeping daughter. She looked so at peace, just as she always did, and he nodded yet noted his disagreement. “I doubt she’d ever become such a hassle. She’s been so patient and kind, I can’t see her actually devolving a bad side. Clayton, sure, but his sister?” Their eyes flicked up to meet each others. A beat later and they were in hushed snickers.

“Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“When will daddy be returning home?” She had relaxed her facial muscles, if only she’d done so with her limbs- make it easier for her mother, and held a casual tone of voice. Another thing with Catherine; she was harder to read than most.

“I’m not sure, my dear. He should be back before supper...” Y/n lifted her head to peak over the easel and watch her three older kids as they played with Clayton. He was a tough kid, but always overestimated how tough he really was. Y/n felt concern fill her gut when he first begged to play with his older siblings, but she let him anyways, Sherlock being the one to thank for that decision.

“Good. I want to sit next to him tonight. And you. I want to sit next to both of you, mummy.” She gave her mother a small smile, which she returned, before adjusting to her original pose.

Y/n paused after she finished the details involving the chair and Cathy. “Catherine, you do realize that I sit next to your father at dinner, right? And Eddie sits on his other side...that is, if Willy loses their fight tonight...I wonder why they don’t just take turns...” She muttered the last few sentences to herself in heavy contemplation.

“Mhm! You can sit next to him too!” The little girl watched her mother process her question with wide eyes of anticipation. She realized Y/n still didn’t quite understand and was quick to explain. “I can sit on your lap, mummy! Like when I was this big!” Catherine held up her hands to show an overexaggerated space between her small hands that supposedly represented her only one or two years ago.

“Well... Daddy and I can talk about it when he gets home. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm! But I don’t want to crush the new me, so don’t be afraid to tell me no, mummy, okay?!” Her innocence was adorable, but not more than the grin that sat upon her lips.

Clayton rushed in, causing Y/n to instinctively reach for her easel protectively. He chortled to himself before announcing what was on his mind. “It’s not a new you, Cathy, it’s a new me! I’ll bet you on it, I’m shore I have the funs!”

“Clayton Luther Holmes!” Y/n’s eyes doubled in size. “Who taught you about betting?”

Her son ignored her question and continued, “Besides, what if I want to sit on mother’s lap?!”

“We can’t both sit on mummy- what about the baby?”

“Uhh, it can move, no doy?! It can move just like Will Claud tells me to. It doesn’t need to be shell-fish!” Clayton muttered bitterly. “If Will Claud really wants to call someone his funny names, he should call the baby them.” His time with the older kids was undoubtfully the reasoning behind the failed attempts of words he didn’t fully understand.

“Do you mean ‘selfish?’“

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Don’t you agree, mummy? See, she agrees!” Clayton tried to argue with his twin, but his words had no effect on her. Catherine stared at him blankly, confused like her mother.

“Mummy didn’t say anything, Clayton. She said we can talk about it when daddy gets home, so you can wait here with me.” She scooted over a bit in the chair and pat beside her. Clayton shot her a look of distaste and ran back out into the yard.

“That was...odd.” Y/n blinked.

“He did remind me though, mummy... The baby can’t move... maybe I could sit with daddy instead?” Catherine sounded reassuring, her feathery voice calming her mother.

Which she really needed. She could hardly focus on her painting now. Her heart was begging for Sherlock to walk through the front doors already, spare her from another interruption that would throw her off-course for the fifth time that evening.

Like magic, her wish was granted and a knock sounded on the study door. Both Catherine and Y/n’s heads snapped toward Sherlock entering the room. “How’s her-majesty doing?” He smirked at Cathy as he set down his case. “I heard from two little competitive detectives that mummy is creating a masterpiece of her masterpiece! Are the rumors true?”

“That they are, detective. Seems you’ve found out the surprise before it could surprise you.” Catherine giggled as her father lifted her from the soft red chair and spun her around before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So, my little queen, how are you?”

“Good.” She smiled brightly. “How are you? Did mummy ask you yet?”

Sherlock turned to face Y/n, who looked away as fast as she could- wide eyes and all. “Did mummy ask me what, Rin?”

“If I could sit with you or her during supper? I would sit on mummy’s lap, but I don’t want to hurt the baby, and even if I could, Clay wants to sit on her too. I don’t want to make it unfair!” Catherine frowned. “I told him he could wait with me until you were here to talk about it but he didn’t want to.”

“I’ll tell you what. Since mummy has the baby, you can sit with her and I’ll have Clayton sit with me.”

“Yeah! He moves around a lot and we want to be extra careful with mummy and mini-baby, right?” Sherlock nodded, Y/n still trying to figure out what her daughter was saying, and sent Cathy off to play with her siblings until Alice finished supper. It wasn’t intended for Y/n’s pregnancy, but it certainly helped. A system in which the kids could claim nights to help out with meals. Alice loved to make dinners while Edward loved to bake. The smell of a delicious homecooked meal was never lacking in the Holmes house.

“Hear that? Mini-baby gets to sit next to the queen tonight.”

“I’m jealous, quite frankly.” Sherlock’s grin never ceased to bring Y/n’s to her face. Though she was exhausted, her husband made her feel calm and peaceful. “So, our five little reminders never cease to remind you, do they?”

“No...and don’t forget the sixth, Mr. Holmes.”

“Believe me, I haven’t, Mrs. Holmes. I’m simply awaiting their arrival. Perhaps a few more before I needn’t anymore reminders?”

“Mayhaps...however- Let’s talk about it when I’m no longer expecting, please. I’m already resisting the urge to collapse.” Sherlock chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he watched his wife struggle to the doors before helping her. His arms scoop her up and carry her to their room. They passed the paintings that hung upon the walls, portraits of Sherlock, portraits of their children, a portrait by her mother in law of their wedding day. The wall was home to their present and past, providing room for their future as well.

They were in their room for only a few minutes before a loud chatter followed them. Both adults closed their eyes and prepared themselves for their little ones who would burst through their doors at any moment. His promise was good, and they had five, almost six, reminders to show for proof.

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